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hollowpurpl · 3 years ago

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WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THIS SOONER? we all know baby megumi is a menace and toji is a potty mouth. i can imagine tiny little megumi with his big adorable eyes following toji around with a swear jar to make some extra pocket money but at the same time makes toji bring him to buy gifts for the reader. (and toji catching on and playing along for megs)

this is so cute and comical omggg!! i love soft toji and baby gumi interactions so much, they make me so happy fr! ahhh i had fun writing this short thing and i hope you’ll like this one <33

> megumi calls reader his ‘mommy’ but i didnt specify if shes mamaguro or toji remarried or smthn. lapslock. dad toji and baby gumi centric. no curses au!

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“ow, what the fuck!” toji curses, swiveling to see what hit his shin only to gape at the sight of megumi holding out the swear jar at toji while managing to look smug even with his face smoothed out blankly. beside the boy is his damned scooter which he must have used to whack toji’s leg.

“daddy, you swore,” megumi replies when toji still doesn’t move to drop a yen.

toji glowers at his son, but megumi only blinks at him.

another slow blink. like a cat.

…okay, that was adorable.

“fine,” toji finally grumbles, digging into his pockets for all his loose change and drops them into the jar. the corner of megumi’s lips quirk up slightly, before he is running away, his tiny feet padding silently on the floor.

toji sighs, exasperated but fond, before turning back to his call. he ignores shiu’s soft chuckles.

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“shit,” toji whispers, raising his leg and scowling at the lego piece stuck on his foot. he plucks it out, and turns to the floor where megumi’s now-ruined spaceship lay, flattened and ugly.

toji frowns, remembering the hours that his son has poured into creating the spaceship, often forgoing his other toys and focusing most of his after-daycare hours to work on the spaceship. toji also remembers how you and megumi bonded every afternoon as you helped him make a bunch of tiny spacecraft for the spaceship, muffled giggling shared between you two as if the lego-building was a top secret mission.

well. he better get to fixing it before megumi comes back. he doesn’t want his boy being all sad and–

“gumi?”

“yes, daddy?”

“since when were you here?”

“since you said the bad poo word,” megumi answers. a beat of silence. then, the clattering of a handful of coins against ceramic.

toji holds back a sigh as he looks up from the mess and meets megumi’s mirthful eyes, the boy crouching by toji’s side with the swear jar in his hands. “so. ‘shit’ counts?”

megumi nods. “and you have to pay two times because you said it two times.”

“right. okay. makes sense.” it doesn’t.

but toji has no loose changes in him this time so he stands up, heads to your shared bedroom, and rummages around the vanity. he finds twenty yen which is probably enough for megumi’s swear jar.

“here you go squirt,” toji says as he holds out his hand towards megumi.

megumi takes them with another of his small smiles. “thank you daddy.” he walks away. “please keep swearing.”

toji blinks. “y’mean not to swear, yeah?”

“no,” megumi replies, not once stopping to entertain his dad now that toji has paid his swear jar fees, and leaves him in your shared room.

toji pinches the bridge of his nose before returning to megumi’s room to fix the broken lego spaceship.

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“daddy, what’s satoru-nii again?”

“an asshole.”

toji pauses, frowning as he turns to megumi. megumi’s blinking at him innocently, meeting toji’s eyes wordlessly, then, ever-so slowly, he presents the swear jar.

toji processes the whole situation, gaping as his eyes widen in astonishment. “gumi, what the hell?”

megumi smiles wider, so boyishly excited. “you said ‘notha one!” he shakes the jar harder in his excitement.

toji drops his newspaper and turns to megumi, serious but mostly concerned. “baby,” he starts, not knowing how to ask why his son was hell-bent on making him cuss, even going out of his way to instigate it.

toji remembers his poor shin and suppresses a groan.

“what’s with the swear jar?” he asks.

megumi’s brows furrow. “you din’ pay yet.”

“right,” toji utters, pulling out crumpled money from his pockets and placing them inside the jar. “so, y’gon’ answer me?”

megumi hums, baby face going giddy again. “mother’s day gift!”

oh.

“gumi,” toji says, pulling his son into his arms. “y’know you coulda just asked for money, right? you din’ need to make me swear.”

megumi hums again, shrugging. “but i wanted to earn by m’self.”

toji almost laughs, his shoulders shaking from quelling his barks of laughter at the thought of megumi thinking that making toji swear and pay for said swears is earning for himself.

he presses a kiss on the crown of megumi’s head. their precious darling boy is so comedic sometimes. toji smiles, fond and full and bright.

“i see,” he murmurs. “want me to help you buy mommy a gift?”

megumi nods, grinning so happily as he says, “yes!”

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(the swear jar money ended up not being enough to pay for the gift that megumi chose for you so toji paid for it whole, letting megumi keep them as his pocket money.

megumi doesn’t know anything about this interaction and toji intends to keep it that way.)

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hollowpurpl · 3 years ago

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TO BUILD A HOME ─ Itadori Yuuji.

001. yuuji is desperate to pull you away from your wedding reception, needing some alone time to fully love you as husband and wife.

002. c/w: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), nothing too graphic really just some very emotional, soft wedding sex :)) all characters are obviously aged up 21+.

003. w/c: 1.9k | yes… this did make me tear up in happy tears!

Yuuji’s lips were insistent against the skin of your neck, increasingly needy in his actions as his hands grip onto your hips. You can’t help but giggle slightly, his soft lips marking his love for you as they trail down the column of your neck. The way he holds onto you has you feeling a bit dizzy - along with the two glasses of sparkling champagne you’d nursed earlier. Yuuji’s love and adoration pour out of him, evident in the way he presses up behind you and groans lowly in your ear.

“Baby, please,” Yuuji begs, urging you to go somewhere private. His hot breath fans across the curve of your ear, playfully nipping at the sensitive skin there. With a short, quiet squeal, your hands fly down to cover his.

Squeezing his hands gently, you capture his attention. “Yuuji,” you warn, a tender fondness coating your words. Feeling Yuuji’s mischievous grin against your skin, you can’t help the small smile that similarly tugs at your lips. “Behave yourself.”

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hollowpurpl · 3 years ago

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UNDONE.

⌕ soft!gojo x f!reader

all he wants is to please you, but when you take him up within your own hands — small and nimble wrapped around his length, a hopeful desire springs out of Gojo pushing him to want more as he imagines what it would be like to be the father of your children.

≡ tw/cw: unedited. smut. explicit language. praise. blow job. satoru wanting to make a baby. cum eating. deep throating. gagging. unprotected sex. reader called: princess, angel, my girl, baby and referred to as a mom.

⊹ notes: let’s just start over HAHAHAH after the billionth time reuploading, i hope this stays in the tags so we can kick off this blog ( ,:

“I-is this okay?” You quietly muttered, unzipping his pants as you knelt in between his strong thighs while he sat on the edge of his bed, grazing past his clothed bulge, his hardened flesh throbbing inside the constraint of his cotton briefs nodding slightly as if it had a mind of its own. Slightly flinching at your gentle touch, brows furrowed with his pink lips slightly opened to give you a breathy response, his exposed torso showcasing his toned chest as his stomach clenched tight and as his hips bucked forward in desire for more of your touch,

“Mhm… more than okay baby,” Gojo whispered with a lingering chuckle. His crystal cerulean eyes blazed in lust, half lidded as he brushed his index fingers against the apples of your cheeks, traveling down to your glossy lips, observing your every move with finite discretion.

Spreading out his pants, his briefs that slightly outlined his erection, his breath becoming staggered with each gentle lacing of your fingers across his skin, gliding just above the plush of his inner thighs, oh so close to where he would preferably want your hands to be at — or rather be around.

“You want to touch it?” Gojo questioned, intertwining your fingers with his longer digits, measuring the difference in size and imagining just how pretty you’ll look with your hands pumping his cock as he shot his load onto the canvas of your face — breathless, heavenly, melodic moans filtrating his once somber bedroom. Trailing his fingers down your lips, to the fine lining of your collar bones, to the hardened bud of your breasts exposed slightly under the fabric of your shirt.

“No bra?” he teased with white brows quirked, pinching your nipple and chuckling at your small mewls when you gave him a shy nod, hiding your face from him.

“That’s my girl,” Satoru breathed out, the sexual tension in the room blinding his self restraint as he leaned back on his elbows, making it difficult for you to hide.

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hollowpurpl · 3 years ago

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First off love the new them it's so pretty

Second enjoy this NSFW Geto fanarts I saw on twt

https://twitter.com/loserathend/status/1514584268604850183?t=L2FUIlO6NGqJrE3g76uCSQ&s=19

https://twitter.com/loserathend/status/1516055300549144578?t=zcqGxGVzQj36L_a7Hv9Hww&s=19

Link / link

Ma'am?! Ma'am. Ma'am.

I need all geto fuckers gathered right now. I need everyone to see those fanarts.

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RATE MY PROFESSOR - JJK MEN

↳ nanami, getou, gojo, toji

synopsis: professors — what you think of them and what they do to you [nsfw mdni]

KENTO NANAMI - GEOL117

QUALITY: 4.6

DIFFICULTY: 3.0

look — if you show up, pay attention, and do your work, you’ll pass the class. he’s not going to spoon feed the information to you like other teachers would, but he will set aside time for you if you’re struggling to grasp a subject. just make sure to put your phone away during class, he doesn’t like them. if you want extra credit he does offer it — but just prepare for how long his dick is.

it’s not like you hadn’t prepared for this. you had known exactly what it was that he wanted of you, but you hadn’t known that all 35 students in your professor’s physical geology course would be present for your little extra credit opportunity. still, nanami has always demanded professionalism from his students, so it’s professionalism that you’ll give him. his dick is already hard when you pull it out of his pants, long and heavy in your hand. it’s pretty, just like the rest of him, and you can already feel yourself getting wet at the thought of taking him into your mouth. you take your time though, dragging it out by lazily jerking him off to get him worked up. it’s only when precum beads up at his tip that you finally lean forward and give his slit a kitten lick. he jolts—just barely, and you take it as an initiative to wrap your lips fully around the head. he tastes good, and you resist the urge to moan as you slowly take more of him into your mouth. you run your tongue up the underside of his shaft, taking extra care to hit the most sensitive spots of the tip, before hollowing out your cheeks and falling into a steady rhythm bobbing up and down his length. he doesn’t fuck up into your throat, but you can feel his hips shift every time your nose meets the base of his cock, and that’s good enough for you. nanami’s voice stays steady as you suck him off, deep and raspy, and you wonder if it’s normal to be getting off to your professor droning on about soil while his dick’s in your mouth. he lets his hand fall beneath his desk to land on top of your head, and you decide that you don’t really care either way because it feels so good to have him hitting the back of your throat and twisting his fingers into your hair in a way that hurts. you’re so turned on that you find yourself giving in and moaning around his cock, no longer caring about the other students in the room. he freezes and, for a second, you’re worried he’s going to push you off, but then he’s pushing your head all the way down and spilling into the back of your throat. his voice doesn’t falter, but there’s a breathiness to it, and you’re left to wonder if you’re just imagining it when he mutters a quick “good girl” under his breath in between lecture points.

SUGURU GETOU - PSYCH205

QUALITY: 3.4

DIFFICULTY: 2.8

his class is very enjoyable, although he HATES multiple choice tests and sees them as the downfall of the education system, so be prepared to write a lot of essays. sometimes it may feel as though he’s more so teaching the class for himself than the students, but he’s good at what he does regardless. overall, he’s really an interesting professor — kinda sad, kinda bitter, super sexy, and very good with his dick, so definitely take his class.

professor getou, you think, is evil. maybe you think this because of how he touches you—longingly like he’s never touched before. maybe it’s because of how he looks at you—sultry, eyes never leaving your face as if he’s trying to commit it to memory. or maybe it’s because of the way he speaks—saccharine, making calling you a dirty, little whore sound like a declaration of love. professor getou, you think, is evil because he’s fucking you like he needs you when you both know come the end of the semester he’ll never speak to you again. it’s worth it though, this hold he has on you, because you know you’ll never meet anyone quite like him again. so you ignore the part of your brain telling you to stop this before it hurts and let him guide your hips to rest above his cock instead. he looks gorgeous, looks like he’s yours, and you think he looks even prettier when his head drops back against his desk chair as you slowly sink down onto him. “that’s it, baby,” he hisses as one large hand gently cups the side of your face, tilting your head so that he can get a complete look at you. it’s too much, the stretch of his dick and the intimacy of his gaze. it’s far too much, so you shake your head out of his grasp and settle for pressing your hands against his broad chest instead, mapping out the lines of his muscles with your fingers before stopping at his shoulders and using them as leverage to lift yourself up. you look at your hands, the dip of his collar bones, the curve of his neck, anything but his face—but you know he’ll get you where he wants you soon enough. he knows it too, so he lets you have your way for now and dips his head to place wet kisses up the side of your neck, suckling more the higher up he gets. getou has this thing about marking you, says it’s so nobody touches what’s his. he says it again now as if he knows what you’re thinking, and it’s kind of embarrassing how his words alone are enough to make you shudder and clench down around him. you ride getou lazily, preferring to take your time to feel his cock slide against your walls as your orgasm slowly builds in your core. he’s attuned to you like this—can tell how close you are by the way your legs shake when you lift up, by the way your moans turn into shallow gasps, by the way your nails dig into his skin. he lets you chase your high, watches your hips falter as your steady rhythm turns into desperate grinds, and right as you’re about to cum he stops you with a hand on your hip and his thumb near your clit. “i’ll only let you cum if you let me see your pretty face,” he purrs, and it’s a dirty move, but you’re too far gone to care, so you look at him anyway, moving to hold his face in your hands so that you remain grounded. you cum like that, with his eyes on you and his thumb pressed into your clit and the knowledge that for now, he owns you.

SATORU GOJO - PHY310

QUALITY: 5.0

DIFFICULTY: 3.7

professor gojo’s way of teaching and grading is like none other; he goes above and beyond to ensure that his students will learn to love physics. he’s accessible at pretty much all times of the day and will extend his office hours for those that need the extra help. he has a very strong personality and can be a bit obnoxious at times, but you can tell that he genuinely cares about his students — just as much as he cares about getting them off.

maybe you had meant to ask questions about the homework at first—although you’re not quite sure that’s true. maybe professor gojo had meant to help you with that homework—although he’s not quite sure that’s true. but somewhere down the line things got confusing, so now you’re backed up against his office door with two of his fingers stuffed into your cunt and his mouth on your neck, homework be damned. “let me go down on you, ‘kay?” he asks somewhere between littering your neck with obscene marks and fucking you dizzy on his fingers. you can’t say no, can’t even say yes with the way your voice catches on the first syllable, so you settle for nodding vigorously and pressing down on his shoulders to get the message across. “that’s my girl,” he smiles at you, and you’re left dizzy once again. he pulls his fingers out of you and drops down to his knees, taking time to leave wet kisses on the inside of your thighs to get you all the more worked up. he’s good, you think, better than anyone else, and he hasn’t even started eating you out yet. he taps your right leg and shrugs his shoulder, and you know what he’s asking, so your sling your leg over it to give him better access. his left hand comes to rest on the side of the thigh slung over his shoulder while his right guides your own to his hair. it’s soft, and you think he looks pretty like this, with his big, blue eyes and white hair tangled in your fingers as he looks up at you. he’s almost too pretty, and it makes you want to look away, but he moves first, turning his head to lick a line up from your hole to your clit. it has you gasping and choking out his name—satoru, he corrects—and then he’s doing it again. he moves slowly, tantalizing, and you’re sure that without his big hands supporting your legs, your knees would’ve given out already. he takes his time, letting his tongue take you apart as your slick soaks his face, and it’s simultaneously way too much and not enough at all. satoru seems to pick up on your needs instantly, he always just seems to know, and changes his pace, alternating between quick flicks of his tongue against your clit or fucking his tongue into your hole. you’re trembling now, whining as he brings you closer and closer to cumming. “let go, baby,” he gasps in between drags of his tongue against your folds, “i want you to cum for me.” so you do, hard and wet, soaking his face as he praises you through it. he holds you steady with his large hands and places little kisses along the inside of your thigh as you come down, and once your breathing has evened out and you’re able to focus on his words, he beams up at you and asks you if you’re ready to go again.

TOJI FUSHIGURO - FIN316

QUALITY: 1.5

DIFFICULTY: 4.0

who the fuck gave this man a teaching position? he knows next to nothing about financial management. i could do a better job teaching the class and i got a D. he also tends to cancel class randomly without notice and will lose assignments and make you redo them even though it was his fault. his only saving grace is that he’s hot as shit and an easy lay. i mean seriously, this man is a slut!

“listen, I’m not makin’ any promises here, but if you wanna learn something that badly, then how about i teach you how to take dick?” professor fushiguro smirks down at you. you’ve hated him all semester, so much so that you had gone to his office on the last day and told him exactly what you thought of his position as a teacher, but he’s also the most attractive man you’ve ever seen, so you take him up on his offer. at least that way you’ll have something to show for this shithole of a semester. he wastes no time turning you around and shoving you roughly onto his desk. “don’t think I’m gonna be nice to you now, princess. words hurt, y’know,” he murmurs into your ear as he leans over your body. his fingers find your cunt, and he hums in approval at your lack of panties. as embarrassing as it may be, you had heard the rumors of how easy it was to get him riled up. you weren’t stupid, and neither was he—you wanted him. it’s not like you had expected the conversation to turn out like this, but you’d be a liar for denying that you had hoped for it. you’re already wet, and you think he might’ve just called you a slut, but before you can gripe back, he’s burying a finger knuckle-deep into your cunt, and the words die in your throat as you gasp at the feeling. he pumps his finger in and out of you, curling them into your gummy walls and not giving you time to adjust before he adds another. you might just come apart on his fingers alone, but he’s pulling them out of you before you even have a moment to entertain the thought. he shoves them into your mouth, and you get to work licking them clean as his other hand fumbles with his belt. his fingers are long and thick, enough to make you gag, and you can tell by the sudden feeling of his fat tip against your folds that his cock puts them to shame. he doesn’t give you time to prepare before he’s slowly pushing into you, groaning as you choke around his fingers at the sting of it. he’s not gentle; he doesn’t sing you pretty praises and doesn’t check to see if it hurts, but he fucks you good and deep, and you think you might now understand why half of the student body is addicted to his cock. his fingers are still in your mouth, and you’re drooling all over the papers on his desk, but he doesn’t let up, and you can already feel your orgasm building up inside you. you think you’re going crazy with the way he’s splitting you open and fucking into you so unforgivingly, and he must notice because he starts fucking laughing. he’s so snide, and his voice is so mean, and his cock is so good that all you can do is sob around his fingers as you cum. “just letting you know now, sweetheart; you can cum as many times as you want, but we’re not done until i think i’ve given you the lesson you deserve.”

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hollowpurpl · 3 years ago

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any plans for a new toji smut anytime soon? Or a pt2 to the one you do have 👀👀 I love your work 😭😭😭💛

mine.

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. . . warnings; mild daddy kink, oral, anal play, degradation, dirty talk, choking, spanking, nude photography, spitting, manhandling, rainy day sex.

Crackles of thunder startles the naked woman wrapped in his broad arms, her messy hair frizzled over her face she pushed aside while squinting her eyes above her to see Toji wide awake and watching the news. He's paying attention to updates about the storm while massaging her hips gently to soothe her. Loud noises triggered her sensory overload. She grumbles after hearing the heavy rain thump against the bypass windows.

"What time is it?" You scoot away to avoid giving him a whiff of your morning breath.

"Summer time," Toji playfully responds. You shake your head, turning it to glare at the clock on his wall reading 5:45AM. "The weather's fuckin' ballistic right now. Roads are shut down, even my flight was cancelled. Don't know when I'm getting back to work."

"It's a sign," you stretch your limbs, legs shaking speedily. Toji laughs at that.

"How?" A dark brow arches.

"You need to spend more time with me," he watches as you step out of bed, pulling one of his black shirts over your body, barely shielding your ass, heading towards the bathroom without looking back.

Toji pinches his bottom lip with his fingers. "You want breakfast?"

You hold the edge of the door, peaking your head through with a tired smile. "French toast and bacon, please baby."

Toji chuckles. "The usual. Coffee?"

"I only like Dunkin'."

"I can't get Dunkin'."

"Oh, yeah," you pout, already forgetting about the raging storm outside.

"I'll make it how you like it—atleast try."

“I trust you,” you blow a kiss before walking off.

As you comfort yourself with the hot streams of water, Toji does was he does best, and that’s cook breakfast for you. Nothing else, just breakfast. That was his area he chose to stay in. Playing tunes while whistling, cracking eggs and whisking cinnamon and vanilla extract along with it. He chopped up a few strawberries and sprinkled them with sugar before setting them in the freeze for about fifteen minutes. He used a cookie cutter to shape the French toasts into hearts, coating them with powdered sugar and preparing the bacon and coffee last. He tried his best to perfect yours since you liked it sweet, never bitter. But given the lack of supplies, this was as good as it was going to get.

When you come out, you’re smiling at him, kissing and hugging him while thanking for the meal, Toji scanning you up and down, your lack of clothing giving him easy access to pinch pinch at your bare skin. Since it was only you two, and only ever was, you were comfortable enough in your home to prance around in just underwear and a top, which is exactly what you wore, instead your top was a black and red jersey from a team you didn’t know, cropped way above your belly button. Once you take a seat at the kitchen island, Toji coaxed you into trying the coffee before anything else, watching you intently—nervously, even.

“Bleh!” You cough, sticking out your tongue in disgust.

“It’s that bad?” Toji frowns, upset.

You giggle, sipping more. “I’m kidding.”

He rolls his eyes. “Be serious sometimes, woman. I worked hard on that.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” you rub his bicep. “Just needs a little more caramel then we’re good.”

“Take the whole bottle, and don’t cry when you get a cavity.”

“You in my business?” You eye him, Toji silently doing the same before you both scrunch up your faces and laugh, finishing your breakfast.

Toji offers to finish dishes while you announced your departure to your red room, wanting to develop a few more prints from your camera you oddly found on the bedroom floor in the middle of last night. Photography had been a hobby of yours for a while now, loving the idea of capturing a moment. It didn’t take long for you to transfer your data to your computer and print out the photos, curiously leaning closer to eye the images spewing out. You didn’t bother looking through them when they popped up on your screen since you had too many to scroll through. So when you saw dozens of pictures dated from last night, that’s when your interest piqued.

Piles of photos of you and Toji’s sexual activities splayed out in front of you, and you were shocked. Mostly because you don’t remember taking them, but also because of how fucking good they turned out. Even while drunk, you were a master. You felt your body grow hot, skimming through each image to admire Toji’s figure. If they turned out this great, you were better off capturing a video. A sudden knock on the door startles you, causing you to drop most of the prints on the floor.

“Shit!” You whisper, scrambling to get them. “Ugh, yeah?”

“Baby, you okay?” His gruff voice sounds like he’s right next to you, the door knob twisting and door pushing open.

"Noo, don't come in," immediately, you're jumping to your feet to push the door closed only to have Toji block it with his hand, chuckling at you as you stare at him through the crack with dilated pupils.

"What are you doing?" Toji grins, keeping his foot between the gap of the door. "You hiding somethin'?"

It was useless to keep this a secret from him because eventually he'd find out. Sighing, you hold open the door, Toji glancing at the stack of prints in your palm you held close to your chest. "What's that?"

You clear your throat, biting your lip. "Remember how you came home last night and we got super drunk so we got crazy and—"

"You're rambling," he cuts you off, snatching the photos from you to scan through him, eyes widening. He was surely drunk enough to erase this from his memory. Pornographic photos of the rough, might he say—disgusting, sex you two had last night. Shots of the whipped cream on your chest, blurry shots of you riding him while your hands grazed his abs. A special piece of red lingerie you wore just for him swallowing your curves. There was one image in specific that had him switch in place; it was of you, so clearly he had taken it.

Laying on your back, the drunken seduction in your eyes as you held your tongue out, his knees situated on either side of your head while the evidently hard cock of his stretched over your entire face. Toji swallows, slowly gliding the photo behind the pile to see the next slide. This time, he was in your mouth. Deep down your throat with his hand clutching your jaw, the outline of him evident in your esophagus, that sinful glare still in your eyes. Small flashbacks ignited his memory, and as he slowly lifts his head to eye you darkly, you grow even more aroused. Blowing up the risqué pictures already dampening your panties enough. Now this. Last night was just as much of a blur.

"When did you even grab the camera?" Toji asks, his voice low—and grim. It must've triggered him just as much.

"I don't know," you giggle, nervously in fact. You never knew what went on in that man's head until he acted it out. "I like them."

"I bet you fuckin' do," he rasps, and that has your thighs squeezing together as you fiddle with the hem of your jersey.

He doesn't let you see it, but he definitely has a tint in his sweats now, throwing his head back and huffing through his nose before tossing the prints on the table, grabbing the back of your neck, startling you. The other hand lands on your waist. You stare up at him, half spaced out, half anticipating his next move. He's got an idea. A squeak you let out has the scar on the corner of his mouth upturning as he picks you off the ground with ease, your face to his chiseled lower back and your full thighs in his palms. Turning to carry you towards the bedroom. Heat burns in your face as you hear the sound of his dick heavily slapping amongst his thighs, Toji known for free-balling at home.

Toji's fondling with your ass while you're giggling like a school girl, the darkness of your bedroom besieging you both since the curtains were blackout proof, shielding the annoyance of the morning sun. Both of you despised light. As your body flops on the bed the second he throws you off his shoulder, you're laughing even harder now, biting your nails and keeping your legs shut. Toji's enjoying the view, how small you look balled up on the king sized bed, the sweet sounds of your joy overshadowing the obnoxious tone of a morning talk show playing on tv.

"You're so goofy," Toji grabs your ankles, pulling to close to the edge of the bed. "What's funny, huh?"

Before you can speak, he says something else. "God, look at you." He's straining in his sweats now, and this time you're gawking—disrespectfully. "Let's get these off."

Now he's hooking his thick fingers around the band of your underwear, your eyes studying the way he's eating up the sight, licking his lips as the fabric glides down your soft skin. You lift your hips to make it easier, Toji grinning and getting them off completely, dropping them to the floor. "Spread your legs, give me a look, baby."

He's standing tall at the edge, hands off now to let you handle yourself. Toji groans as you smooth your hands between your thighs and teasingly stretch your knees allowing him to see what he wants—a glimpse, actually. As you open them, Toji is practically drooling at the mouth, seeing just how wet you were, arousal sticking to your inner thighs he was just begging to bite. It's only been five seconds before you playfully cover your soaking cunt with your palm, grinning at him.

Toji sucks his teeth as you laugh. "Yeah, keep playing," he's grabbing your hand and yanking it away, roughly pinning it beside you. His eyes are locked with it again.

"I like teasing you," you moan. "You're so easy to rile up."

Toji snickers, shaking his head, his black hair tousled around his forehead, partially covering his gloomy emerald orbs. He wanted to fuck you so badly. It's insane how easily sparked he'd gotten from a couple of photos. He felt like a prepubescent teen. But, he couldn't help it, you were too damn captivating for him to stay sane. You drove it out of him, the madness, the yearn for domestication. Desperate to pin you down and fuck you senselessly. Choke you while you cry. Spit in your mouth. Spank you like the dirty little whore you were. All his.

"Making a mess outta me," Toji hisses, smacking your inner thigh before letting you go to play with the band of his sweatpants, gently pulling them down to reveal the dark trimmed pubic hairs and finally, his aching cock that slapped up at his abdomen, leering the view while swallowing your saliva. "Look what you did to me, baby.”

"I'm worse than you," you pout, keening as you brush your fingers over your clit, Toji's attention darting quickly, watching as you sink your delicate fingers inside yourself, making a tiny noise as you raise your knees higher, stomach fluttering as he fully steps out of his pants and grabs your wrist to stop you, again.

" 'Cause that's making it better," Toji snarls. "You know you can't feel a thing with your own fingers. If you want mine, just say it."

"No," you lean up, face to face, skidding your lips over his. "I wanna fuck your face."

"Yeah?" He's giddy now, immensely starved for the action. He loves it too much, eating you out. The pleasure he gained from it couldn't be described. You nod, whimpering low in your throat, waiting for him to do anything.

In a second, he’s grabbing you and flipping your around as if you were some sort of rag doll. You didn’t argue, mainly because you liked it, being tossed around, used and abused. He had permission to do whatever he wanted. On your knees, hands as well, Toji relished in the view of your soppy cunt, weeping to be touched, warm and slick.

"How fucking pretty," he grunts, spanking your ass making you yelp, but move closer nevertheless. His hands were comforting, yet salacious all at once. Long fingers, rough and veiny palms. He just did it for you. When he praised you, it made your chest bubble with contentment. Toji grips your cheeks, spreading them apart to stare harder, cursing under his breath and inching his face closer, breath tickling you.

"Fuck yourself good, baby," his tongue is already moving the moment you shift your hips back, gasping and balling your fists into the sheets, arching your back, one arm stretched above you while the other stayed glued to your chest, breasts pressing to your forearm. Your mouth hangs open, rolling your hips back and silently scrunching your face up once he suckles your clit and spanks you. You shakily moan, and Toji is mimicking you, wetly kissing your cunt, humming, gripping your thighs to keep you close.

"F-fuck," you hiccup a moan, hanging your head low, using your grip on the bed for balance to rock back impetuously. Now he's probing your hole, and that catches you off guard, seeming he's never done that before. A flinch of your hips only encourages him to proceed, rimming your ass with the point of his tongue, flattening and gliding it from your clit all the way back to your puckering hole. "Toji, shit."

"You like that?" He grins against you, heedlessly sucking and copying your noises once again, the vibrations trailing up your spine.

"Yes," you sigh contently, eyes squeezed tightly as you desperately move faster. "Want more."

"You want more?" Toji taunts, causing you to cry with urgency. When you're burying your face into the sheets, that's when he wraps both his hands on the front of your thighs and pulls you back, holding you still while your back arched further down and heatedly slicks his tongue between your ass, moaning, spitting, swallowing. At one point, two of his fingers sink deep within you, shaking as he maintained his assault on your hole, the sensation unbearable.

"Ah, fuck—baby," you drag out continuously, thigh twitching. "Fuck, stop. I'm gonna cum."

Toji hums, going back to your dripping cunt and giving open-mouthed kisses, the squelching sound only making him harder. "That's the point."

He doesn’t stop, and neither do your pleas. Switching from begging him to stop to imploring his continuation. Toji praises you more after you cum, high-pitched whines and shuddering hips fulfilling him like a glass of water at midnight. He drank it all, gulping and licking you clean. You fall flat to the bed, out of breath as he turns you around to kiss up your thighs, not before biting, then your stomach, and your neck before his face hovered over your teary one.

"Give daddy a kiss," Toji says, and right away, you're opening your mouth to interlock your lips with his, tasting yourself off his tongue, still shaking. Toji swallows every sound you make, smacking his lips and slipping his tongue in to trail over yours, grinding his dick between your folds pruriently.

Toji pulls away, smiling when you whine from the loss of warmth. He cups the back of your right knee, pinning it past your ears while the other leg remained on its foot. Glaring, he fists his cock leaking of precum, and you stare at the enticing snake bite piercings on the head. He's only sliding the tip in to familiarize himself with the feeling, closing his eyes and pulling back, rubbing his head on your clit, making you jump from sensitivity. He bends his head slightly down to lewdly spit at it, gathering the salvia before sliding in halfway, pulling out, and repeating.

"Put it in," you whine, shifting your hips.

"No," Toji prolongs the torture, slapping your clit now with the head and you gasp, closing your legs only to have him pry them back open.

"Toji," you're on the verge of crying, needy.

"Say please," he hits your inner thighs with his dick, arching his bushy brow, waiting for it.

"Please, baby."

Toji cocks his head to the side, scowling, slender eyes judging you. "That's the best you can do? Beg a little more, like the little slut you are. Or are you really one? Are you really my slut, baby?"

"I hate you," you groan, rolling your eyes.

"I hate you too," Toji replies. "Now beg, or I won't fuck you."

He gained too much satisfaction out of teasing you. Such a cocky asshole. At this point you were willing to let your dignity fly out the window to get what you craved. Thunder rumbles outside harder, and as lightning reflects onto Toji's pale skin, you react.

"Daddy," a foreign name whines from you that instantly has him stunned, frozen in place. You never mustered up the courage to say it yourself, always finding it too awkward. But time and time again, Toji would slip in the word for his own power. And now, you liked it. "fuck me, please. I'll be a good girl, I swear. I want you inside me. Want you to fuck me till you cum. It's all for you."

There's no need to say more. Toji's already slipping his cock deep into you, his mouth dropping as you clench tightly around him, arching your back off the bed, eyes turning white as they scroll to the back of your skull. Toji is groaning, way too sensitive to last long. He’s pulling you further down, just enough to have your ass hanging off the edge of the bed. His face is buried between the crook of your neck, chests together, feeling how hard your nipples were beneath your shirt while his hands hold your ass apart, pounding into you without warning.

"It's mine?" Toji grunts near your ear, your fingers threading through his hair, knees by his waist. Your nails dig into his back, and it makes his eyes roll back, plummeting deeper.

"Yess, it's yours," undoubtedly, he fucked the soul out of you. Ramming his cock inside you, burying you to the hilt, that little bump in the pit of your stomach showcasing. Your toes curled, screaming into his shoulder, listening to his moans and the harshness of your skin clapping. He couldn’t stop, you felt so good around him, pulling him deeper and coating his cock with your cum—possibly the best feeling in the fucking world.

“Gonna make me cum already, fuck,” he’s choking you with one hand now, body fully on the bed as he fucks you harder into the mattress, your hand wrapping around his wrist as you sobbed and cried his name. Glaring into each other’s eyes, basking in the few seconds of silent breathing.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he’s moaning softly now, voice changing entirely. He switches positions quick, roughly pinning you on your side with your legs pressed together, one hand on your thighs while the other gripped your hips. You place your hand over his as he slams callously, throwing his head back, voice shaky. “Cum on it, baby. All over. Give it to me like a good girl.”

You crumble completely, convulsing and pushing your face into the bed to scream, Toji arching over you, brows furrowed and jaw slacked as he sees your expression; fucked out and vulnerable. “Fuck me,” and now he’s near, face pressed to your cheek as he heavily breathed through his nose and came inside you, twitching and weakly whimpering. You hum elatedly, wrapping your arm around his neck and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Toji lays like this for a while, not having the energy to move. Thought he remembered he was standing the entire time, so he grabs you and crawls into the middle of the bed, still inside you. Not fond of the disconnect.

He pecks your lips when he noticed you slowly drifting off to sleep. “Fuckin’ love you.”

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CAN I PLEASE REQUEST AN EXPERIENCED PORN STAR! TOJI AND INEXPERIENCED BEGINNER PORN STAR! READER 😩😩😩😩 LIKE ITS Y/N'S FIRST TIME ON A SET AND SHES PAINFULLY NAIVE AND INNOCENT. ILL LET U FINISH THE REST

Collaboration

Pornstar!Toji x Reader

A/n: Didnt proof read this cuz I was too lazy RIP. Kind of went overboard with the fan service and cum kink too LOLLL

Warnings: Daddy kink, recording, porn w/ a plot, major cum kink, fingering, cervix fucking

Synopsis: In which your a new pornstar and your offered to collab.

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It starts off with a message.

A singular 'ping' from your phone that has you turning on your phone and opening up the app from which the notification was coming from; your cam site.

"What the....." You whisper to your self.

<<Hey there beautiful, my name is Toji Fushiguro im a fellow adult actor on the platform. I saw your new to the app, would you like to come over some time and we can do a video together?>>

Your eyes widen when you read the message, scanning over it again and even clickling on the senders profile to see if its the real deal, choking on air when it was.

First off he didnt need to explain who he was, of course you knew who Toji Fushiguro, you didnt even have to be in the porn community to know, any girl who watch porn probably fingered themselves to him. From his roguishly handsome features to his incredible build, someone like Toji was incredibly hard to find in the industry which made him a hotspot of profit.

Second, he was right. You were new to the app and it was painfully obvious. Not only had you uploaded only three videos, one which blew up by luck, but it was clear in your videos how new you were too everything. From spending a couple minutes trying to figure out the donation system to how you made many mistakes like dropping the vibrator or moving away from the camera on accident. In a way though your whole naiveness worked for you as well, since some of your viewers actually got off to that too. Also there was the fact that you'd only done solo so far, since you had no clue how to ask someone if they wanted to record a sex tape with you.

Your fingers quickly got to work typing a message, deleting and retyping over and over again until you got what you deemed to be the perfect response.

<<Yes I would actually love that! What ever works for you is good!>>

When you hit send, the reply was almost immediate.

<<Amazing. Does today at 12 work for you? I'll send you the details in a minute>>

<<Yup today at 12 works fine. Thank you so much!>>

Your heart was pounding from the sudden interaction, and you hugged your phone close and let out a squeal.

"Is this the right address?" You mumble to yourself. You dont know what you were expecting knowing Toji was one of the top earning porn stars in the industry, but it wasn't this. The loft was huge, as was the amount of yard space there was in the front. Parked in the drive was was a copious amount of sports cars and tall square bushes on the sides.

Slowly you walk toward the door, knocking on it a couple time and then waiting for a response.

You took a second to admire your self in the reflecting of the see through door. You were wearing a large pink sweater with a strawberry on it which was tucked into a lighter colored pink short skirt over fishnet stockings. You didnt see the need of wearing too revealing clothes since you were going to have them taken off anyway, instead choosing on something you were comftorable in.

The sudden sound of the door opening made you jump and you quickly looked up meeting the intense stare of black eyes.

"Wow wow, your even cuter in person." Tojis voice was deep, making you blush and bite your lip. He's huge, or at least bigger then you expected, his massive build looming over you easily more then 6 feet. Due to the black beater he was wearing his massive arm muscles were on display and you couldnt help but glance at his matching black sweat pants and the noticable imprint between his legs. Shit.He probably wasn't wearing boxers.

"T-thank you." Your voice comes out as a squeak, making toji laugh.

"Come on in, I dont bite. Well only when im asked." He gestures to the inside of the loft and you nod, stepping in and following Toji down a long hall.

"So um, how is exactly is this going to go?" You say as the two of you stop infront of a door.

"Dont you worry your pretty head, I'll being doing all the editing and posting. You just have to sit back and let me make you feel good." Toji speaks with a low chuckle before opening the door.

The room is normal, with a large bed in the middle and a few windows on the side, all except for the three tripods surrounding all sides of the bed.

"Strip."

You whip around and stare at him confused. “What?”

“Well you can’t fuck with clothes on, what do you want me to look away or something?” Toji snickers making your face beet red. You shake your head.

“N-no it’s ok.” Hesitantly you lift up your sweater to reveal a pink bra with white lace around the edges. As you bent down to take of your skirt you felt Tojis eyes bore into you, watching your every move. Underneath your clothes are a matching pair of pink underwear and bra. Both articles were lined with a white frilly lace and a plaid pattern. You let out a small squeal when you feel a large hand grope your ass and you whip your head around to see Toji thoughtfully staring at your ass while squeezing the plush skin.

"Yep that's cake alright. Real too." He says to himself

Your a flustered mess at this point, and this was doubled when you were reminded that it would get far worse from here.

"W-what are you doing?"

"It looked nice so I wanted to touch, besides its not common I see an all natural ass in this industry. Same goes for the tits I guess?"

How could he be so nonchalant about this? Its like he was practically rubbing it into your face how new you were to all of this. He withdraws his hand from your ass and gestures to the bed.

"You can hop on the bed and start touching your self while I get the cameras ready."

Calm your self y/n, you signed up for this.

You took a deep inhale and nodded, trying your best to look unphased. When you got on the bed you felt your gut immediately wrench when you realized the state of your body.

"You not gonna touch yourself angel? I dont do alot of foreplay since the viewers mainly wanna see rough fucking immediately so you might wanna prepare yourself" Toji says while fiddling with one of the cameras on the tripod stand.

"No its-" You bite your lips and toji looks up; his eyes traveling along the expanse of your body until they landed in-between your legs, an amused grin spreading across his face at the sight.

The truth was, you were already painfully aroused, and it was extremely apparent due to the damp spot on your under wear. Your unable to meet Tojis gaze, only rubbing your thighs in attempt to relive the ache in between your legs.

"Well I guess that means we can get started, im done over here."

All you can offer is a small noise as a response as you feel the bed dip from the weight of Toji climbing onto it right next to you. You watch as he grabs the bottom of his black t-shirt and pull it off of himself; drool pools into your cavity when you lay eyes on his bare chest. Jesus he was more breath taking in person then on screen. He was built like a fucking greek god, and his muscles, christ his muscles, everything was so defined and bulging. You wondered how long it took for him to get like this, and the lengths he went to maintain this state of peak phsyique. Everything about him was a juxtaposition to you, while you were curvy and well, squishy and soft, he was big and muscular and anything but squishy or soft.

"Like what you see?" Toji says with a shit eating grin.

God he absoutly knows how fucking hot he is.

"S-shut up." You meekly retort and you gasp when he picks you up with ease and places you between his legs so the two of you are facing the camera at the foot of the bed.

"No can do sweet heart." His breath his hot against your neck making you shiver. "Lets see the damage now...." two hands pull on either side of your frilly panties down your legs and discard the material to the side. You bite your lip when he sinks both thumbs on either side of your puffy lips and spreads, showing you off to the camera. With one thick finger he glides along your slit, collecting your juices and pulling away; a thick string of wetness connecting the digit to your slimy cunt as he does so.

"Shit all this just from touching your ass" He chuckles darkly before pressing his thick finger against your entrance and pushing in making you sigh a breathy moan. Simply one finger was a tight fit and your gummy walls clench around the foreign intrusion. The first curl of his fingers knocks the wind out of your and everything to go blindingly white for a split second.Choking on a frantic noise of pleasure, your eyelids fludder as your eyes roll back in pleasure as he slipped into the tight heat of your body up to the knuckle.

“Greedy~,” He muses at the way you suck him in and twists his hand, pushing into you deeper so his thumb finds your clit. The pressure of his thumb is enough to send electric flesh arrows of pleasure across your body and have you craving for more, but the agonizingly slow pace is anything but forgiving.

"Oh god-" You groaned, just barely audible.

You whine when you feel him start to bully another thick finger in you, fresh, curling tendrils of pleasure twisting through your body as he did so. Between the slow, harsh pressure of his fingers drawing in and out of you, and the unfaltering presence of his thumb on your clit, you were sure you could find release just like this. It was only a matter of time.

But the high never came.

Instead you were left empty and clenching around nothing.

"T-Toji, please!" You despretly bucked up your hips to his hands but you were only met by a harsh slap on your clit making you yelp.

"Your gonna cum on my dick, not my fingers, k angle?" Toji positions you so your facing him. You nod, eyes glossy with tears threatening to spill. He slightly sits up to take off his black sweat pants and your eyes widen as you watch his massive length spring out and slap against his abdomen. It was one thing to look at it through a screen but in person was a whole new deal. It was about the same size as the dildo you used for streams and that toy was huge in of its self. It seemed like he was even thicker too, with two veins funning up the sides and stopping at the angry red mushroom tip. You couldnt help but wrap a small hand around the length and bring your mouth to lick a long stripe along the side and kiss the tip. But just when your about to attempt to take him into your mouth he lightly pushes your head back away from him.

"Not now baby, maybe another time." You pout at his words and he chuckles at your eagerness. "Right now," He pushes you back so your lying down and he licks his lips, "Right now I gotta be inside you."

"But Toji-"

"Uh uh, you've seen my videos, you know what name I like." Toji clicks his tongue and slightly lowers him self to align himself with your entrance."

"Fine.... daddy." You bite your lip at the way the filthy word sounds coming from your mouth.

"Good girl."

Simply the pressure of his top against your entrance is exhilarating, and its then you realize that no amount foreplay could help you accommodate his length. Two hands grabs either side of your hips to help him slowly push into you and you have to bite your lips to muffle your screams. You were by no means a virgin but you sure felt like one right now, the stretch of your walls around his length made your eyes well up with tears and its burned deliciously. You let out a loud moan when you feel his tip smush against your cervix. You dont think you've ever felt so amazingly full in your life, and your eyes widen when they fall upon the slight bulge protruding from your lower stomach.

"S-shit your too tight baby, fucking suffocating me ya'need to loosen up baby, relax will ya?" Toji had to hold still for a couple of seconds, knowing that if he kept moving, if he gave himself up to the exquisite tightness, the heat, he would explode instantly.

“Please make me feel good daddy, please I need you,” you whispered… and then Toji couldnt hold back any longer, He plunged deep inside you, deep into that maddening clutch that held onto his cock in a vice grip. You moaned, hands locking onto his shoulder, voice in his ear, urging him on.

“Fuck, fuck fuck!” You wailed and thrashed against Toji hold, forcing him to pin your wrists together above your head while he pistoned into you with brute force. His teeth dig into his lip, nearly drawing blood, in an attempt to contain himself.

“Feel fucking amazing Jesus Christ” Toji manges to groan out between pants followed by a deep long groan and a string of curses. Everytime he leaves the clutch of your cunny, his cock is coated in a thick shiny sheen of creaminess, and when he snaps his hips back in, it settles right at the base of him, painting your puffy pussy lips as well. Toji throws one of your legs over his shoulder so he he can plunge his dick deeper into you. The new position, combined with the rate Toji snaps his hips at has you hurtling to the edge. Your grip on the sheets was starting to get loose, tears flowing down to your cheeks, mouth hang open with drool pooling on the sheets already mind fucked.

You've completely forgotten about the cameras at this point, your to lost in the pleasure to even care about what you look like right now or if the angle was flattering enough. Every time toji slams back into your heat his dick hits your gspot perfectly which makes your legs shake and your pussy tighten. Its then you realize that, you haven't kissed him yet, and you needed his lips on yours despretly.

“K-kiss” you barley managed to speak out, too lost in the pleasure. “What’s that little thing? Gonna have to speak up for me” Toji chuckled, slamming into you particularly hard making your tits violently bounce up. “K-kiss me -daddy, please” You whimper and he stares at you. Toji never usually kissed the people he fucked on camera, unless he was in a relationship with them and that never happened. But something about the way your bottom lip trembled and how your big glassy dough eyes stared at him made he resolve crumble and slam his lips onto yours. Toji doesn't cease the roll of his back as he messily makes out with you, spit smearing on your lips as you dizzingly reciprocate his kiss. You moan sweetly into the kiss as a new type of heat blooms in your stomach, lips meeting again and again until you’re clinging to him in a dizzy mess.

Your driving over the edge faster then you can put a stop to it. The heat on your stomach is unbearable, you can’t take it anymore, it’s consuming you, and you open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out when you finally hit your high. Your orgasm feels like your flying in euphoria and your body seizes up from the sheer intensity of it.

"Thats right, good girl cumming for me all pretty" Toji fucks you through your orgasm while rubbing tight circles on your clit, helping your ride your ride your high out until your squirming away from him from the over stimulation.

"M'too much daddy m'no more" You whine, fat hot tears streaming down your face and messing up your mascara.

"Your gonna be a good girl and take it ok?" A primal need for you settled in as he thrusted in and out, creating a methodical fast rhythm that echoed in your ears. Usually he'd overstimulate you a bit more but you just feel too good, the way your wet gummy walls tighten around him with every thrust is just too much.

"Where do you want it baby" Toji manages to say through a groan

"Inside daddy please m'wanna be full" your ankles lock around his lower back and you cry out when the head of his cock kisses your womb, his balls twitch once more as he fills your pretty tummy with his warm sticky cum. “Oh fuh-“ His voice comes out breathless. It’s such a tight fit that a creamy white ring is created at the base of his cock. His hips still as ropes of warm cum fill you up, and you dont know if there is any feeling that can beat this.

For a couple of second the room is silent and just tired pants fill the room, until toji slips out of you with a curse and positions your limp body between his legs facing the camera.

"Come on lets show the camera how pretty your pussy looks baby."

Your to fucked dumb to protest when he spreads your sloppy folds with two fingers in a V shape to display the globs of white cum spilling out from the fluttering hole onto the white sheets.

"You know," He whispers into your ear before laying a sloppy kiss on your neck. "You just might be my favorite play thing right now."

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hollowpurpl · 3 years ago

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—would you like some cookies?

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

author’s note: hi! i got new followers from my help palestine post and i want to make sure that you all know that i am actually a smut blog <3 and i do regularly post shit like this. if you are uncomfortable, please feel free to unfollow!

warnings: smut, daddy kink, creampie, age gap (reader is in college, toji is like late 30s), light ddlg themes but nothing explicit, impact play, name-calling, slight dacryphilia

“Would you like some cookies?”

The phrase reverberates in your ears door after door, your little sister giving each of your neighbors a splitting grin. The few missing gaps in her teeth are the cherry on top as each occupant shoves a fistful of dollars at you to get their grabby hands on a box of Thin Mints.

Your sister might be as cute as a button, but this whole “go-with-your-sister-to-sell-cookies-for-her-troop” thing your parents forced you to do is getting unbearable now. Your feet hurt, your palms are getting callouses from dealing with the money and the boxes, and, hell, it was starting to get hot. The sweltering summer sun beamed down on you just as bright as your little sister’s smile, sticky sweat brimming your brows.

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hollowpurpl · 3 years ago

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hiii saint, i was wondering if you can show us what Sachiro usually wears? you don't have to, if you have a lot of asks 🥰

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i saw some people mention how yn can’t really be that upset bc she’s w toji who’s gojo’s rival and i respectfully disagree. toji and gojo were NOT friends in any way, shape, or form. toji had no obligation to stay away from yn out of loyalty to gojo at all. utahime was yn’s “best friend” who knew all about her failed marriage and the traumas she had from it, and she still pursued satoru. those two situations are NOT the same. it’s like if yn were to start a relationship w suguru and he went along with it even after seeing what gojo went through. you just don’t do that to your so-called best friend y’all. utahime was supposed to show loyalty to yn as her friend and she didn’t. if gojo were to go after literally ANYBODY else it would’ve been perfectly okay. sad, but understandable.

it’s also just a little icky to me personally considering he treated yn like shit for so long, married her solely to get access to her dad’s company and then made her feel like it was all her fault. like she was the woman in his life in a romantic sense that threw his frustrations at, berated, and showed his absolute worst to (which she loved him regardless, but never felt like his love for her was true or really reciprocated). now in comes her best friend who he can treat properly bc he “learned from his mistakes” with yn. it kind of seems like all the trauma that yn went through was for gojo to become a better person for the next one (her “bestie” no less). that’s so heartbreaking to think about honestly.

ooooh i feel like some readers need to see this haha

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hollowpurpl · 3 years ago

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okay but toji sleeping his gfs pink sanrio themed bedroom with her bed full of stuffed animals bc she made him 😵‍💫 like just imagining him dating someone with a total opposite aesthetic than him omg

omg yesss cus this is meeee omg i luved writing this

Cw: fem reader, fluff, pink!pink!pink!, fashion, toji being toji, kisses, cocky toji, shopping!!

Toji loves it. Loves the softness about you. Loves the pretty pink clothes you wear and the way your plush skin smells of fresh roses. He adores the way you cuddle into him at night, in search of his warmth in the mass of his giant bed. He loves when you giggle at his shitty, half-assed jokes and the way you hurry to cover your smile with your hand when you laugh too hard.

You're precious, from your hair to your nose to your lips, tummy, and toes.

You're so gentle when it comes to anything and everything, moving to pet the small cats and puppies that wander past your apartment, seeking warmth from the cold winter wind.

He loves the way you're both so similar and opposite at the same time - he's fitted in all black and leather with you at his hip dressed in soft little mini dresses and fluffy little heels, matched with your pink heart shaped bag he'd bought you for valentines that year and strawberry lip-gloss.

He's learned what you like through the years of knowing you. Knows all the names of your little plush toys you keep decorated over the bed. He's learned your favorite meals and sweets, making sure to go on a spree when he knows they're in stock.

Toji finds you perfect for him. Finds your soft skin and pretty clothes adorable. He often goes out of his way to look for clothes he thinks you'd like.

He bathes in the excitement of spoiling you with pretty pink gits and soft toys and cute little dresses he's sure to tear off by the end of the night.

The two of you are at the mall one day, sitting at one of the tables in the food court when Toji flips your hand over in his hold, brows furrowing as he ran the pad of his thumb over your acrylic softly.

"Hey, isn't that Hello crappy or whatever her name is" he sticks his tongue into his cheek

you rip your hand away with a mock gasp, "Hello Kitty." you correct him, pulling your hand back to pick up your fork.

Toji's brows rose dramatically with a scoff as he apologized

"Whatever" you spoke through a giggle, pressing the side of your leg up against his teasingly.

"Watch it." he pointed his fork to you, his silver eyes meet yours in a mock glare before you're both laughing. As he settles down his eyes drift to the numerous shopping bags littered around the two of you.

"gonna try some of these on fr'me when we get home?" he smiles, taking a sip of his water.

your brows furrow at that, "But I already did in the -"

"Yeah, and I wanna see 'em again." He shrugs through a scoffed laugh that makes you giggle before he's grabbing at your chin and turning your head from side to side. "You're so cute."

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ᥫ᭡ ─ CAT BURGLAR! ⸝⸝ suguru getō.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ thief!suguru x f!virgin!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ a panty thief has been on the loose in your neighborhood, and you could of sworn you locked your doors, but he's here to only prove you wrong and is here to steal more than just your dirty panties..

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ 1.0k+ wc.┊sws. dc. non con. somnophilia. coercion. panty stealing. panty sniffing. gagging (w/ readers panties). size difference. slight fingering. cherry popping. victim-blaming. creampie. delusions. this is really gross tbh.┊(17+).

ଘ. note ⸝⸝ this is the fanart that has inspired this chaos.

his burglary had begun to feed his distasteful addiction, an addiction he had sought out to steal from others for his own pleasure, and yet it became an addiction itself..

if he wanted it, he took it.

that's how things are where the compulsive's are scarce, where the addictions compete for the little tastes or even to the potent smells of the linings of woman's undergarments.

he first began at laundry mats, from what you heard on the news, he'd pick at the unsuspected woman's dirty laundry before quickly stuffing their used drawls into the pocket of his coat.

after soon, things progressed into a more life-threatening problem; women being stalked, their home windows being shattered open, a loaded cold gun being pointed to their skulls in threats to show where their secrets are before being left traumatized.

it was.. odd..

he'd want nothing more, is what the victims of his crimes would say. he'd only grunt out vulgar threats with his deep and taunting voice, steal their undergarments, and just leave. and if they were sleeping, he would simply leave them alone, scavenge through their dirty clothes like a hobbit and only leave with a mess behind.

he'd never truly put his hands on any of them, or truly be inhuman, to say the least, he'd just take their dirty clothes and go on with his way..

but tonight.. was different.

he easily slipped into your home, it was too easy, the kitchen window being cracked open as if it was some invite. he can only scoff at your stupidity once he climbed in, but got a little excited seeing what foolish girl left their window open knowing about the news of him spewing around.

his heavy boots dip into the soft fabric of the pink carpet in your room and he only spares your sleeping body a glimpse; seeing you tucked away peacefully, blissfully unaware of his towering presence. his thoughts were too focused on finding what he needed for tonight, for now.

quiet steps make they're way towards your closest quickly after specting your entire room, no luck in finding your laundry basket..

shy like hands creak open your closet doors and dark eyes immediately track the full bin in the corner with a fresh towel and worn panties tucked into it. and he doesn't hesitate to fish for the blue-colored thong he sees..

quickly, wrapping the lace between his fingers and crumbling the soft fabric into the palm of his hand before raising it to his face, rubbing the white like soil at the crotch against the grey ski mask he wore.

his back hunches forward, luring eyes almost knocking to the back of his head from your strong scent. and he knows when dirty panties are freshly taken off; the white soil at the crotch still sticky. and these were fresh, potent, a clear sign you tossed these in after a needed shower, the smell of sweat from walking in them all day ran up his nose and tickled at his brain.

you smelt like pure heaven.

but he needed more, deeper inhales, a longer feel of raising to cloud nine at each eager sniff, so he carefully lifted the cover around his face and rubbed it harder against the point of his nose.

he was whipped over your stench and was relishing over the gentle feel of the soft fabric against his bare skin but the slightest shift you curled into the comfort of your bed behind him, those dark eyes snapped back open to reality, towering body almost freezing in place.

the man rushes to pull his ski mask back down his tatted face, stuffing your panties into his back pocket before turning around. and he swears his heart almost skipped a beat, luckily, you were still fast asleep, but the small movement you shifted around into the warm blanket that covered you was pulled down just an inch..

just enough to show that thin pink strap of your thong that's raised over the curve of your hips..

the ache between his legs was already bad enough, but the lacey strap hooking around your sides only made an urge to shoot a stronger pang between his legs. and he tries to swallow down that urge bubbling back up in the pit of his stomach, repeating to himself deep in thought how he only came for your foul laundry tucked away in a bin.

but fuck, your hips look so nice, so squeezable.

he ponders, it wouldn't hurt to just get an innocent and closer look..

trying to peek his head over you in an attempt to get a good look at your pretty face stuffed into your pillows, his bottom lip catches between his teeth just at the look of you; so pure, so blissfully unaware of his hovering body over your smaller one..

he curses himself for the guilty thoughts flooding in his brain.

cursing himself for feeling his pants tighten the more he stared at you, greedy eyes behind his mask roaming around the every inch of your smooth skin.

cursing himself till it's deemed, his calloused hand taking the risk to pinch at your blanket to lift it some more, revealing the smooth skin of your fleshy thighs.

he swears he was trying to pry his needy hands away from you, but seeing the small prickle of goosebumps layer at your skin from the exsposion, he couldn't help himself anymore, the need was frothing at his tongue like a hound in heat at this point.

the addiction was only getting worse and he had to feed it someway.. or the impulses were going to itch at him till it crawled through him, probably drive him to the teetering edge of something brutally immoral.. and it was already starting to the longer he hovered over you, compelling more of his thoughts for you..

he contemplates over his upcoming actions, but the twinge in his hand was already focusing itself on the loop of his belt. and the second his sash loosened around his waist, the pads of his fingers dipped themselves beneath the mesh waistband of his briefs.

a shiver licks up his spine as he traveled his hand down eagerly, feeling the prickly dark hairs at his base before curling his hand around his aching erection, slowly pulling it out from its confines.

the man curled his long fingers over the hardness of his warm, pulsing cock and caressed it, gliding the uncut skin slowly up and down, watching how his leaking tip pearls with a drool of pre before getting swept away by the extra skin. his other hand even ached itself, trying to keep off of you, but he couldn't help but wisp the tips of his fingers across your hip, gently dipping beneath the string of your thong to rub between his fingers.

he choked down the groan scratching at his throat, it was so soft, freshly clean too, the fabric softener you used made his hand smooth easier across the cloth. and the slight lift made the empty gap between your hip and panties look, comforting, welcoming even..

stroking his length long and hard with a slight twist to his tip, he gently leaned in closer, nudging his cock between your thong and hip before letting the fabric snap back against him. the smooth surface of your side was cooling against the skin of his cock as he slowly rubbed himself between the two soft pieces he calls heaven.

he watched with greedy hooded eyes, entranced with the lolling of your panties rolling against the fat of his tip as he rubbed himself against you. too entranced with the snug feel, he was losing it from reality; balls tightening, strong hips jerking harder, faster, desperately trying to gain more delicious friction as if this was some fever dream..

but he craved for more, greed creeping up his numbing brain for something more softer to fully wrap around him..

he carefully pulled at your panties, pulling the strings down till they were fully off and crumbled up into the palm of his large hand.

the devilish smirk playing at his lips deepened, feeling granted that you seemed to be a heavy sleeper, because rolling you over and positioning you towards him was too easy..

as if you took some sleeping pills just for him tonight..

spreading your pretty legs apart was easy too, getting a heavenly sight of your pretty pussy; the fat of your lips looked so kissable, your hooded clit was just asking to be toyed with till it got puffy, and that tight little hole between your folds, so small, not even a noticeable stretch to be seen.

he takes a deep breath before gently teasing a pointer finger at your entrance as his eyes bobbed up and down to your closed ones and to your cunt. it's not like he was scared if you woke up, you were too small compared to him anyways, his sheer mass can take you on alone, but the metal gun loaded against his hip was ready to be grabbed and threatened with if anything..

prodding the tip of his middle finger at your entrance before trying to slip it in, having to bully his finger through your tight cunt. and the small contort to your face was cute as he did; brows furrowing and pretty lips puckering out into a small pout, but it made him freeze, slowing his movements.

he kept moving once your breathing settled, slipping his finger completely in till you started to leak. juices beginning to lap around his finger till it dripped against his second knuckle. he deemed you to be wet enough before slipping in a second thick finger, trying to budge it through without waking you.

the warm feel of your gummy walls around his digits made his cock to jerk up, twitching in need. he tried to settle himself but the way your pussy was sucking in his fingers like an invite, he couldn't help himself, softly popping his fingers out from your cunt to try and replace them with his aching cock.

he drools out a wad of spit against the palm of his hand to slick the crown of his cock; shining his length with his dribble of drool to try and make it easier for you..

once he prodded his tip against your small, sopping entrance, he gently and carefully, tried to budge himself through, trying to bully the fat of his cock into your cunt without making you shift around too much till you woke.

but you were just too tight, barely sucking in the tip..

that's when it all clicked to him.

“huh, cute little virgin.” his voice is soft, almost a whisper just for himself.

he hovers over you, deep in thought, the itch at his brain was clawing at his skull and finally broke through..

“fuck it.”

he draws his hips back.

the quick brutal grab to your hips was harsh, strong enough to make your eyes pry all the way open, as if someone was stretching your eyelids apart, and quick, fast in movements, his hips met yours.

you couldn't even scream, body frozen, almost like in a paralyzed state, face cold, tingly even.

the quick fill to your poor cunt felt as if you were being ripped into two, your walls being bullied to spread open to his size, which felt like ripping and tearing from the man above you, the man forcing himself into your little virgin pussy.

the breath of air you try sucking in caught in your throat from the feel of your cunt being spread open so quickly, the piercing feel of his cock invading your insides made your eyes to water up quickly. fat tears to stream down your face almost immediately as you try to squirm away but the strong grip on your heaving stomach was like a vice.

the man leans over, your wide eyes only glimpse over the hooded ones behind the mask he wore,

“only open that pretty mouth up for these panties, anythin’ else, i’ll kill you.”

you couldn't even tell when he released his mean hands from your hips, still feeling the brutal pinch to your now bruised flesh, but a shinning gun was tapped against your temple as your used panties were being forced against your dry lips, stuffing your mouth full.

your eyes bubble up with heavy tears, barely able to see, but the soft cooe you hear and a gentle thumb wiping them away, you can see a fuzzy glimpse of the man. almost being able to immediately recognize that grey ski mask, the dark long hair peeking out from under it, the dark to colored tattoos that lined up and around his strong arms, and the knuckles of his fist.

it was the man from the news.. suguru getō.

“sh, sh, sh, i didn't wanna do this to you sweetheart, but it was like you were asking for this.” the rough buck of his hips were brutal. each time he pulled out, his tip never popping out of your pussy for a mere second, too hung up on the feel of your warmth to completely pull out.

“but you—fuck—you were asking for this, leavin’ your windows unlocked, knowin’ about my abouts in your town.” he grunts, smiling beneath the mask at the salacious look of the line of blood and sopping juices slicking around his cock.

“‘n having your dirty panties out, even wearing a cute ‘lil thong..” getō snips.

suguru could already feel his balls convulse, your pussy was so warm, so tight, basically squeezing his cock and sucking him back in every time he reels his hips back like you wanted this. and suguru could already feel his high cradling in his groin the harder he jerked his hips against yours..

“it was like.. you were waiting for me.. planning all this out.. for me..” getō raises a large hand to the hem of his mask, lifting it, revealing his sharp features and tattoos running across his pale skin.

“you wanted me this whole time, yeah? waiting for your turn like a good girl, huh, you wanted all of this to happen.“ you try to roll your head, not trying to find his exotic features attractive, which didn't go unnoticed..

“yeah, don't lie to me, whore,” getō groans, “since you wanted this, take it all then, take everything.” he cranes his head back with a guttural breathy moan to follow, slamming his hips with yours before pumping a thick load of cum into your abused cunt.

too scared to fling your hands up to hit at against his chest because just the look of his muscles flexing above you look like solid bricks, and the thought of trying to hit him would feel like shattering all of the bones in your hands.

so, you laid there, helplessly, limp, now full to the hilt, bloated even, letting him rock his hips till he was empty.

“hm, i think, you were my last little prey, but my new little toy.”

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