#This is how TOJ went right?

[totallycorrectjediorderquotes]

Dooku: Fun fact, if you take all the blood from your body and put it in a bathtub, you die

Mace:

Mace: Source?

Dooku: no

[whoskimii]

I WANNA GET FREAKY ON CAMERA . . .

his favorite camgirl ft. toji !

it was ridiculous.

he was a grown man. he was supposed to be a responsible adult. but toji couldn't care less as he logged into his not-so secret account every night.

you were younger than him, maybe in your early twenties. he knew he had to save money but even with how broke he was, he managed to send you some leftovers, only to see your cute little smile when the donation popped up on the screen.

he always competes with the other viewers. you have to notice him, after all. and you do.

whenever someone else sent you money, he did the same right after. and he sent more. he had to send more. sometimes, he even cringed when he checked his bank account but the feeling was swiftly followed by a shrug.

he watched with tired but keen eyes, staring as you waved at the screen with a sweet little grin. his phone was lazily propped up on the coffee table in front of him while he held a beer on his thigh. he got comfy and spread his legs before placing his free hand behind his head.

"hi, everyone !" your voice flew from the device. "how are you ? good, i hope !" you smiled. "as for me, i'm doing fine, as always." comments began to flood in, covering half of the screen. toji, getting annoyed, groaned inaudibly. he didn't give a flying fuck about what other people said, he just wanted you. he wanted to observe his pretty baby without any unwanted distraction.

nonetheless, his emerald green orbs settled on the comment section. he read instinctively, although with a disinterested expression.

idontevenexist : is that a new shirt?? x

sexxwithken : love that shirt baby

huh ? his gaze went from the comments to your outfit. he was so focused on something that he usually didn't care about that he hadn't even noticed the new top you were wearing.

it was cute.

it fell off one of your creamy shoulders. the pink of the shirt brought out your pretty eyes and of course, he couldn't miss the painfully obvious way it exposed your generous cleavage. no one could. they were here for that, anyway. "aw, yes ! it's a new shirt i bought especially for you, guys. thank you for noticing !" you sent a flying kiss towards the camera.

you haven't even started to do anything yet and toji already sent a small amount of money. for starters.

he subconsciously chuckled when you smiled. you approached your face to the camera and waved again. his eyes drifted down and settled on your cleavage shamelessly. "oh, look, guys ! my favorite viewer is here ! hi, toj' !" you beamed happily.

he quirked an eyebrow in surprise.

favorite viewer ?

that was definitely a first. sure, he was a fervent follower and he watched you almost every evening but you never mentioned him being your favorite before. well, he figured that being your favorite wasn't so bad. he acted like he never wanted this in the first place.

comments of curious followers appeared.

akitousui07 : you have a favorite viewer?

fairyylady : favorite viewer ?

idontevenexist : i thought i was :(

hotstuffff : didn't know you had a fav viewerrrr

as toji's eyes lazily trailed over the comments, he scoffed. he was proud to be your favorite viewer. who wouldn't want to be @yourlovelycamgirl's favorite ? you were quite known on the platform.

you giggled. "oh, don't worry, i love all of my followers ! but toj' is definitely my best viewer !" he couldn't help but feel a pang of delight stir at his chest.

it was ridiculous.

he knew it was. but you were so sweet, he couldn't help it, really. you were a pretty girl. everyone wants to be loved by a pretty girl.

he also knew that for a certain price, you sent private videos. private videos with requests, private videos with a precise outfit, you name it. but of course, the price was maybe a bit too high for what it represented. it was a simple video.

but all of his rational thoughts went out the window as he clicked on your username and began to type a message.

toj1231 : you up for a private vid doll?

:3 you wanna see more ?

[gojo-mochi]

Asking JJK Men if you could watch them jerk off (Part 1; w/Toji, Gojo, and Geto)

CW: Dom!Toji and Soft!DomGeto, Gojo is sort of a Sub if you look closely. Usage of spit and praising, degrading words. Daddy kink for Toji as well. Part 2 will be with Choso, Sukuna, and Nanami. Comment to be tagged in Part 2 or comment who you wanna see in part 3! 

Part 2 Here!

Word Count: 3.2k

Toji: 

He will probably make you beg for it. If you wanna watch him so badly, you should show how badly you want it. He’ll sit manspread on the couch, his beefy thighs on either end. Pulling up the waistband of his gray sweats and letting it snap back into place. The outline of his hard cock can be seen every time he snaps it back. A wicked grin placed on his face as he watched you pout and whine that he was taking too long. He made you kneel on the floor in front of him, but slapped away your hand when you tried to take matters into your own hands and pull down his sweats yourself. 

“Tch. So fucking needy, can’t wait a goddamn minute, can you?” He sneered, scrunching up his nose at you. Still, his cock twitches with a heavy need; he would rather have your hands on him or, better yet, use that pretty throat of yours to fuck. But since you begged him so politely, he could let you have this one, just this once though. Finally pulling down his sweats, he never wears boxers at home so his cock springs up heavily, thick and red. The veins throbbing deliciously, making your mouth water at the sight. Some trickle of precum already tainting the unruly bush that Toji doesn’t bother to take care of.

 Toji’s hand easily engulfed and wraps around his own length, the scarred hand slowly running up and down on it. Toji lets out a soft hiss, moving his hand a bit faster before stopping abruptly. You blinked in confusion, you were enjoying the sight and started whining again asking why he stopped. He shushes you by putting a finger on your lips, from the same hand that he was jerking off with, so you could smell his musk when he did that. You were about to bite at his hand when he held his palm open in front of you. Uttering one command. 

“Spit.” 

You obeyed without a word, spitting right on Toji’s palm as he watched you with an intense gaze. He brought his other hand down to squeeze and pinch at your cheek with a mocking coo.

 “Good girl~” He said it sarcastically, but he knew that those words affected you either way, by the way you were rubbing your thighs together. Your hands inching down your skirt, trying to get some relief of your own. 

“You better keep your hands to yourself, if you want me to continue, doll.” You glared at him, crossing your arms and huffing out. “Well, get on with it then, Toji.” He raises an eyebrow at you, his hand back on his cock but not moving this time. “What was that, doll?” Silence, you didn’t dare make a sound, knowing that you made the wrong move by calling him by his name. “Eyes on me, doll.” Your eyes barely got to look at the ground for a mere second before Toji made you snap them back up. Cowering back a bit, you muttered an apology. “Sorry, Daddy….” 

Toj stares at you for what seems like an eternity, making you sweat and shrink in yourself even more. He snorts at your display; “Keep those eyes on me, you were the one who wanted this, so watch.” You straighten up your back, your eyes glued onto Toji’s form. He takes it slow again, gently coating his cock with your spit, grunting as all the talk before made it a little bit cold. His hand leisurely went up his length, his thumb playing with his slit for a bit, then coming down. Repeating this process a couple times as you watch on in awe, memorizing and soaking in every little reaction Toji made. From the low grunts and hisses he made to the way his cock twitched slightly every time he passed a certain vein. 

Your spit wasn’t enough to completely cover everything, so he started using some of the precum that gushed out to help. You wring your hands together, watching Toji flutter his eyelashes and emit a deep groan, your pussy fluttering as well. “Is this what you wanted, huh? Needy little thing you…so fucking perverted aren’t you? Wanting to watch me jerk off.” He smirks at your mewls of embarrassment. Your hands balled into fists in your lap as you fought off the urge to disobey Toji’s earlier command. 

 “Hahhh-fuck- It be better if I were using that slutty mouth of yours instead, or better yet, I should be fucking that filthy pussy of yours. I bet she’s crying for me, right now, isn’t she?” Another groan gets out as Toji squeezes his tip, grunting heavily as he throws out more degrading words at you. “It's a shame for me to waste my cum like this, you know? After all, I know how much you like it when Daddy fills you up to the brim…” Your nails dig into your thighs as you rub them together, trying to get a little bit of friction you so desperately needed. 

After a few more passes of his hand, fisting his cock lazily, Toji threw his head back and sighed in annoyance; “I’m getting bored of this.” His eyes darken, taking in your appearance. Your chest, heaving up and down slowly, your hands shaking at your side, the sweet  blush that comes across the bridge of your nose. He grins down wolfishly at you, a hunger evident in his aura. He slaps his thigh with his free hand. “C’ere and help me, Doll. This will be your punishment for earlier…”

Satoru:

So, soooooo smug about it when you asked him if you could watch him do it. So annoying about it too, bending over and placing a hand behind his ear as he pretended not to hear you the first time. “Huh? What was that? You wanted to watch me do what?” He got right up in your personal space, you almost regretted asking him but pressed on anyway. “I want to watch you…jerk off in front of me, Satoru.” He grinned like a cat that had found a stash of cream, bending backwards this time so he could look up at you from below.  

Slipping a thumb under his blindfold and pulling it up just a bit to peek one eye up at you. “You wanna watch me? The Gojo Satoru?! Jerk his massive 10-inch cock right in-Mmph!” You clasped your hand over his mouth, looking around frantically to see if anyone was nearby to hear that. “Satoru! We are still in school!” You hissed at him, squealing and reeling your hand in disgust back when Satoru licked it. “Toru! Ugh! You’re such a child!” Satoru bounced back to his standing height, sticking out his tongue at you. 

“You were the one that asked me first, and I thought you liked it when I used my tongue on you.” He wiggled his eyebrow at you from underneath his blindfold, and you retorted back by wiping your stained hand on his shirt. He was about to say something back when Yuji’s boisterous voice called out to the both of you. “Gojo-Sensei! Y/N-Sensei!” He ran ahead of Nobara and Megumi, waving his arms up and down enthusiastically as he barreled toward you. Giving you an almost crushing bear hug, which you gladly returned. “Nice to see you too, Yuji.” 

 You felt Satoru’s immense jealous energy pour out from behind you, patting Yuji on the back and falling back to Satoru’s side. Nobara and Megumi catch up to Yuji, both of them giving you a knowing look as Satoru wraps his arm around your shoulder and begins to drag you away. Stating that you had teacher work to do or whatever. You can hear Yuji’s sad mumbling as he wanted to see if you and Satoru would go see Human Earthworm 3 remake with him. Nobara and Megumi sighed, dragging Yuji away. 

“Come on,We’ll go see that stupid movie with you.”

“I’m leaving halfway through though; there’s a sale happening at Harajuku that me and Maki are going to.” 

“What?! But that when the best part of the movie happens, it's when the scientist is revealed to actually be the-”

Your student's voice fades away as Satoru hurries you back to the school building, pushing you into an empty classroom and closing the door. He brings a chair right in front of the teacher desk, motioning for you to sit on it. Now you really regret asking him to do this, you hesitatingly sit down, watching Satoru’s action carefully. He made a big show for you, dancing around the teacher’s desk for a bit, doing a little spin and bow before propping down on top. 

Leaning back on one hand and crossing his legs, he tilts his head back a bit in a mocking stance. You fold your arms, deciding to play along with Satoru’s game, knowing that if you walk out now, he’s gonna pout about it for weeks on end. He points a finger at you silently, waiting for you to speak. You just shrugged at him, not knowing what he wanted from you, this only made Satoru furrow his brows in even deeper. 

“Do you understand why you’re here, Miss Y/N?”

“No, I don’t, Satoru-”

“Ah-Ah! It’s Gojo-Sensei to you.”

“.....Gojo-Sensei.” 

Satoru stifled a giggle, almost losing his composure. He uncrosses his legs and leans forward, clasping his hands together as he speaks down to you. “Well, I see that you've been slacking lately, perhaps feeling a little unmotivated?” He frowns, even fabricating a worried tone in his voice. You tuck some hair behind your ear, blinking in some tears in your eyes. “Sorry, Gojo-Sensei. It's just been getting hard for me to focus lately..” You wobble your lips cutely, making Satoru giggle for real this time, hiding it behind a cough right after.  

“Hmm.. that is a problem, but I think I know what I can do to help motivate you.” 

He takes off his blindfold first, letting his snowy hair fall down gracefully, framing his face beautifully. His hand comes down to unzip his pants, pulling down just enough for his bulge to show through his briefs. He palms at the bulge for a bit while he looks at you, licking his lips. “Nghhah-I want you to watch your teacher carefully, alright, my precious student?” Satoru’s voice rasps out, biting his bottom lips as he fishes out his cock, you always thought it was truly pretty. 

Not quite thick, but it makes it up in length and topped with a snowy patch that was always neatly trimmed. Your mouth dries up looking at Satoru’s long and slender fingers wrapped around his cock. His hands were pretty too, you thought silently, everything about Satoru just screamed an angelic beauty. He bucks up his hips into his hand, letting out a soft curse. “Fuck-mmphhh…” He keeps an even pace with his hand as he moves it up and down his own length, twisting it at the top and holding it there for a moment while he addresses you. “Come on now, tell your teacher your thoughts-nghh-tell him like that you like what you see..”  

 You shift on the chair, feeling your own arousal start to soak your panties; “I like it a lot, Gojo-Sensei. So good for me, you look so pretty…” Your compliment went straight to his cock; “Ye-yeah, baby? Tell me more, tell me how good I look right now.” He buck up even more in his hand, fisting his cock faster and faster. His glossy, plump lips part to let out lascivious moans and whiny pants. His thighs started to shake a bit as he was nearing his peak. 

“Oh Toru, you’re doing so good, fuck-I wanna eat you up right now. Come on, honey, can you cum for me? Let me see how good you look when you cum.” 

With one last whine, Satoru finishes all over his hand, rope of cum spilling out on his briefs and even staining the floor below. You would need to clean that up later but you didn’t care at the moment, more occupied by the immense need to fit Satoru’s cock down your throat so you could hear those whines again. 

“Thank you for the lesson, Gojo-Sensei. Can I reward you for being such a good teacher now?” 

Suguru: 

You were too nervous to ask him outright, but he noticed you were always staring at his crotch when he sat on the couch. He snaps his fingers, pulling you out of your haze. “Hello? Dear? You alright there?” Suguru’s baritone voice rings out to you, a small smirk tugging on his lips as he watches your eyes flicker from his pants to his face. “Huh? Oh, um yeah, I’m fine.” Suguru hums in return; his dark eyes boring straight into your soul and pussy. He curls a finger in, motioning for you to come stand in front of him. 

Your body moves first before your mind can even think; you're already used to following Suguru’s commands obediently and swiftly. As you stand in front of him, he grabs your hands in his and intertwines your fingers together. “Sweetheart, remember? I told you, you don’t have to be shy around me. Tell me what’s on your mind.” You opened your mouth to reply. Suguru tacked on one more thing before you could. “And if you try to tell me that it was ‘Nothing’, remember also that I have ways of making you talk, love.” He threatened with a light feathery tone, you squirmed a bit, remembering the last time you didn’t listen to Suguru. You couldn’t walk right for a week after.  

It took a few squeezes of your hands for you to voice out your request. “I want to watch you masturbate in front of me, Suguru.” Your confession made your ears burn and you were quick to pull back both physically and verbally. “Only if you’re ok with it, I-” As you tried to pull your hands away and step back, Suguru’s entrapped you in his arms, pulling you onto his lap, his lips directly next to your ear as he chuckled deeply. “Was that all, my love? Such an easy request, no need to feel bad about it.” You let out a little yelp as Suguru bit on your earlobe, licking at the small wound after. 

The sensation was already making you wet, heat pulsing at your core, barely catching Suguru’s next commands for you.”Kneel down in front of me, love.” He spreads his thighs apart, so you have ample room down there. You get down from Suguru’s thigh, kneeling down as he pats your heads, weaving his fingers through your locks. “Good girl~, rest your cheek on my thigh and enjoy the show, alright~?” You squish your cheeks against Suguru’s sturdy thigh, eyes on his delicate hands, as he makes quick work of unzipping his pants and shimmering them down just enough for his boxers to go down too. 

 You rub your thighs together as his cock springs out, half-hard, curving slightly upwards. Your face was so close to it, you could easily see all the veins and small twitches it made. Suguru watches as you bring your own hand down, slipping it under your shorts, as loose moans escape your lips. The puffs of air hitting on his cock deliciously. An idea popped into Suguru's head as he watched on. Two fingers gently tapping your cheek to get your attention, “Dearest, could you do something for me?” 

“Hmm?” Your mind was already falling into that hazy mode whenever Suguru started to order you around, using that soft commanding lithe in his voice that lulled you into a different world. His fingers trace your bottom lips, which you open easily, letting the digit invade your mouth. Your tongue swirling around Suguru’s fingers, coating them in saliva, your own fingers still playing with your pussy under your shorts. “Good~ Now, I want you to get your hand all nice and wet down there for me, alright? Play with yourself, imagine it’s my hand if you have to, dear.” 

 You groan as he pushes his fingers down on your tongue, rolling it over the wet muscle as you keep on plunging your own inside of yourself, diligently following Suguru’s command. Your thighs tremble, a high-pitched whine coming from your throat as your stomach starts to coil. “Stop.” Your hand follows his command instantly, even though your body laments the loss of pleasure. He takes out his fingers from your mouth and motions for you to bring your hand up. 

“Don’t whine too much, dear. Use your hand to coat my cock in your juices; make sure to cover everything~” His obsidian eyes peer down at you as you work, grabbing the base of his cock, smearing your arousal all over it, and slowly going upwards. Feeling Suguru’s length comes to full hardness in your hand. You did a few go around, Suguru stopping you the third time. Once his cock was wet and sticky, he praised you for doing a good job. 

 You folded your hands back on your lap, shifting your head on his thigh to get a good angle as he began to stroke his cock leisurely. Sighing out quietly, letting his hand go and his cock fall downwards a bit, every few strokes. Changing up the speed as he went, sometimes going so fast, the wet noises squelched every time his fist went all the way down to his balls. Or so agonizingly slow that low groans get ripped from his pretty lips. He was torturing himself just a little, since he loves observing your cute reactions to seeing him do so. Suguru enjoyed having your 100% full and undivided attention. 

 Some drool seeped out from the side of your mouth as you watched on, Suguru chuckled quietly at the sight. At you being so pliant and submissive, all for him. He taps you on the cheek to get your attention once more, “Sit up and face me, my dear.” You pulled away from his thigh, the bit of drool staining his pants a bit as you left. You sat back on your knees and faced his cock; “Eyes closed, I don’t want you to get injured-hahh..” He quickened his pace, the pleasure from seeing you so cutely waiting for his cum to be splattered on you, made it that much easier for Suguru to reach his peak.  He angles his cock right towards you as he releases, rope of cum spilling on your face hotly, you loll out your tongue as Suguru slaps his cock twice on it, letting the tip rub on your tongue for a little as the last spurts of cum gets out. A hefty moan leaves Suguru’s mouth as he does this, hasty and earnest praises fall as well. “Good…good girl~ You did so well for me, does my cum taste good, hmm? Hahh-fuck Mm we should do this more often. But now, it’s your turn, dear. Get up on the couch and let me have a taste of you…”

[annievrse]

nightmare

toji x reader—ᡣ𐭩 blurb summary: calling toji when you can't sleep bc the trees look like monsters

mysterious shadows danced across the off-white wall that faced the bed. it intrigued you how harmless things could turn sinister in a matter of hours. the trees swayed like monsters outside, and the wind howled like hungry, blood-thirsty wolves through the windows. you sunk deeper into your duvet, your body growing hot with anxiety and fear. it was dumb, the paranormal series you watched before bed. 

it was all in your head. 

the usual creak of the hardwood floors made your skin crawl. your eyes were darting in every direction as you formulated an escape plan. your chest was tight, and your breathing was quiet but quick, like a duck swimming. you couldn’t bring yourself to turn onto your left side, your eyes glued to the wall parallel to you. 

you were officially frozen with fear. the fear of nothing and everything. your phone lay on the bedside table on the left side of the bed, toji’s usual side, although without him here, you were terrified. with a surge of courage, you quickly turned over, facing the empty side of the bed. you shuffled quietly and reached your arm out to grasp your phone. as soon as it was in your grip, you turned the flashlight on. the room looked exactly the same as you had left it before you went to bed 3 hours ago, but it felt different. most likely from the made-up scenario you composed in your mind.

you checked your messages to see if toji had texted, and to your discomfort, he hadn’t. so in classic fashion, you called him and put it on speaker. 

“hey doll, what’s up?” his voice was gruff, but it warmed your skin. 

“just wanted to check up, see how you’re doing...” your voice was shaky, and you cursed yourself for it. 

“isn’t it 3am in tokyo?” he didn’t sound worried, and he had every right to—toji knew nothing was inherently wrong. but you needed comfort. 

“uh, yeah, i just needed to hear your voice.” 

he sighed, and you could practically hear him run a hand through his hair. “i know it’s hard, but i’ll be home in 2 days.” 

toji then scoffed, and you could hear him rolling his eyes. “did you watch one of those stupid, scary shows again?”

you groaned, knowing he made fun of how scared you got. his laughter only heightened, and you covered your eyes with your hand, giggling.

“yes, and stop laughing at me. i’m terrified!” you confessed, your heart practically beating out of your chest as you eyed the bedroom door. “i wish you were here with me, toj.”

“2 days, and i’ll be back in your arms, saving you from the big, scary monsters that live in our apartment,” toji announced, his voice softer than when he first answered. you sighed, hoping the phone call would never end.

“listen, doll, i gotta go, okay? but 2 days.”

you smiled softly at his words.

“okay, i love you,” you mumbled, feeling safer and more content; the picture frames on the chest of drawers on the opposite wall stopped their random movements, and the shadows across the room stilled. 

“love you too, and don’t forget to check under the bed,” his hysterical laughter was the last thing you heard before he hung up. 

fucking fushiguro. 

[3xiles]

Sweet lies part two

Pairing •Toji x gn!reader

Warnings• Angst!, Cheating, suggestive (they like lowkey make out), manipulation, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP!, Cursing. Lmk if i forgot any!

Word count • 1079 words

A/n • I had this pre written ever since i put out the first part but was so hesitant on posting it LMAO! Enjoy! Masterlist is pinned!

You knew life after the honeymoon phase was rough but nothing could’ve prepared you for the drastic switch in you and Toji’s relationship. About two months the after you guys got married is when you realized the mistake you made. Your days went from him coming home from work and showering you with affection to him coming in with an inaudible hello. You were confused on what you could be doing wrong. He was coming home to a clean house with food on the table, a bath prepared and you all dolled up for him, just how he liked it. This went on for months and throughout those months he’s just been coming home later and later. The man who was once coming home every day at five now walking through the front door as late as ten at night. It didn’t bother you until your 26th birthday.

You woke up excited to celebrate your first birthday as a married woman. For your birthday last year Toji went all out so you couldn’t help but let your expectations be high! Toji wasn’t there when you woke up, which was normal because he usually leaves extremely early in the morning. You spent your day pampering yourself to the max, expecting to maybe go out later. Soon enough five o clock rolls around. You sit pretty and patient on the couch, telling yourself he’s just running a little late. You wait… and you wait.. sending text after text to your husband every hour.

Hubby💍❤️

5:30pm

Y/n: Hey babe coming home soon?

6:15

Y/n: Toj idk what you have planned but i’m super excited! see you soon❤️

7:23

Y/n: Hey is everything okay??

8:54

Y/n: Hello?

9:46

Y/n: Toji it’s almost 10 where are you?

10:27

Y/n: Toji?

You send your last text with tears falling from your eyes. You hate to think he forgot your birthday. It can’t be. He just got caught up in something. It has to be. You check the time one last time. 11:03. You then tell yourself you need to go to bed. As you stand up from the couch the door opens and the man you’ve been waiting for finally shows. You do nothing but stare at him, tears mixed with mascara running down your puffy cheeks. “The hell happened to you?” he says, taking off his shoes, tie, and blazer. He begins to unbutton his shirt, purple marks adorning his chest. That was in that moment when something in you just… snapped.

“Toji, what is today?” you slowly walk towards him. He shrugs, scratching the back of his head. “Look doll, i’m beat. Can we talk tomorrow?” he begins to walk towards the stairs that lead to your shared bedroom “No. Absolutely the fuck not.” oh crap. did you just say that? he stops in his tracks and turns to you. “Excuse me?” Shitshitshitshitshit what do you say? why did u say that? “Toji i asked you a question. What. Is. Today.” you keep up the tough girl act, too deep to back out now. “Y/n.” he walks closer to you but you back away “Toji today is my fucking birthday. Today is my birthday and i’ve been home all day thinking my ‘husband’ was going to at least come home on time but you were out fucking some bitch!” You begin to yell, crying harder than you were before. “The fuck are you talking about?” You weren’t stupid, you knew he was cheating but who were you to say anything. You were nothing without him. You didn’t want to ruin things. You can’t lose him. “Toji, i know you’re seeing someone else but i at least thought you would have some type of respect or decency to not do this to me on my fucking birthday.”You’re falling apart in front of him.

The silence is strong. He walks towards you and wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “Things just haven’t been right with me, i don’t know why i do the things i do. You know how much you mean to me baby, i never want to hurt you.” i never want to hurt you. Those words replay in your mind. He brings his hands to hold your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “You know I love you and only you, right?” you wanted to yell at him. You wanted to kick and scream but something in you made you believe every word he was saying. Instead of doing any of those things you just nodded. Shame rose in you but it all started to fade away when his lips connect with yours. You know this isn’t right, this isn’t healthy but that doesn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around his neck and letting his hands wander. “I’m so sorry baby.” his lips travel to your neck. You try to hold back sounds but he knows just what to do to get it out if you. “Gonna let me show my girl how sorry i am?” you just started at him. not wanting to say yes but you didn’t want to disappoint him by saying no either.

You have to draw a line somewhere. “I think i just wanna go to sleep…” Removing your hands from him and stepping back. His looks confused but he doesn’t press further. Is it bad that part of you wishes he did? You wished he would’ve showed some kind of kind want, not just wanting to fuck out of pity. You know why he didn’t tho, he already got his fix of pussy for the night and it didn’t come from you. What a shame.

That night you couldn’t sleep, you were up all night silently crying. Is this really what your life was? You had lost yourself in this relationship. Your 26th birthday was a wake up call. The next few days were rough, he was just coming home later and later. Not to mention he wasn’t even trying to hide his affairs, He started to be careless. Not bothering to cover the scratches or hickeys that covered his body, leaving his phone open when you could see messages from the multiple girls and having panties and various other items in his car that didn’t belong to you. It’s like he was trying to hurt you, but isn’t that what he said he never wanted to do?

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

Gojo satoru x F!reader fic in which you and Megumi interact after his "adoption"

You guys I know Gojo's more like a mentor to Megumi in cannon, but pls pls pls just let me have this, I'll give you good vibes for a week if you do 😭 Also, Satoru is more like a side character in this one, sorry babes.

Warnings: Slight innuendo, some cursing, good feels

The walk home with Gojo was...interesting. No, scratch that. Annoying. Megumi could do nothing but listen to him talk and talk and talk, to the point that he wished he was getting sold to the Zenin clan.

"Man, you're boring for a 1st grader, huh? What are you, like 8?"

"I'm 6."

"Rightttt....most serious 6-year old I've ever met."

coming from him? Megumi liked that. Whoever Gojo found entertaining had to be crazy.

"You know, my usagi-chan is gonna looove to meet you,"

"Usagi-chan?" He stretched out the pet name, a confused and judgmental tone in his voice. What kind of parent names their kid "little bunny"?

Gojo beamed, holding his hand out and counting on his fingers all the things he liked about you. "Oh yeah, She's great! She's smart, and funny, and she's a great cook, and a really strong sorcerer, and..."

Megumi tuned him out. It was bad enough, dealing with this guy, now there were going to be two of you? He dreaded what the rest of his life would look like.

Gojo was still talking as they walked up the final steps to Jujitsu tech, making their way to the dormitories, only shutting up for a moment when he opened the door to Megumi's new room.

You were there, setting a bouquet of carnations in a vase and angling it perfectly on Megumi's new night stand. The second you realized they arrived, you nervously turned around and smiled sweetly. "Hi! You must be Toj- uh, Megumi Fushiguro!"

"Toji's son" sounded a little demeaning to you.

Megumi nodded, seeming to be examining your face, trying to get a read on you. "I'm (y/n), It's great to meet you...I was going to make lunch, but then I realized I don't even know what you like...so how about when you're settled you can tell me what you like and I'll make it for dinner?" So Usagi-chan wasn't your real name...

"Can you even cook," Megumi asked, the first thing he's ever said to you, his little voice mature sounding for a kid his age.

You giggled, his bluntness making you relax a little at how amusing it was. "Well, he thinks I can," you laughed, pointing at Gojo, who has now made his way over to be next to you, "But he thinks I'm good at everything, so how about you try it and find out?"

Megumi hesitantly nodded, satisfied with your answer, and plops his backpack on the ground. He's decided he likes you.

You made pork gyoza for him that night, some of the best gyoza he's ever had, yet to be matched in his mind. As time went on, Megumi came to realize that you and Gojo filled entirely different roles. While Satoru lived in the dorm right next to Megumi's, Megumi saw a lot more of you than him, even though you worked at the Kyoto sister school.

You came over every day, eating dinner with him and shoveling big portions on his plate because he was "a growing boy", helping him with his homework, listening to his problems, attending his elementary and middle school graduations. At first, Gojo really only interacted with him to train every weekend, to bring him up to his level, but as you took a more parental role, so did he.

Of course, neither of you wanted to be called mom or dad, and Megumi didn't want that either, so he just called you by either your names or "sensei" when being educated. That said, you and Satoru always joked with each other about being teen parents, lamenting the fact that you "got the kid without any of the fun." The very implication of you two doing that always made Megumi gag.

Speaking of that, having the talk with him was surprisingly easy for you and Satoru, disgustingly easy in Megumi's 12 year old eyes, and although at the time he never intended on putting the information to use, it was still good to have.

You were always patient with him, staying gentle during his angsty middle school years, and eventually helping him train even more once he entered high school. You even insisted he danced with you at your wedding, stating that you needed "at least one dance with a gentleman."

All of this said, none of the other first years in the Tokyo school even knew of your existence until the good will event. You showed up with your students, The first person you greeted being Maki. Despite being Mai's teacher, Maki loved you. You were just so...bubbly.

"Maki! Ugh, it's been forever since I've seen you," you squeal, bringing her into a tight hug. You greet Toge and Panda respectively, Before rushing over to your now husband and dramatically swooning into his arms. "Oh, Satoru," You sigh, the back of your hand resting delicately on your forehead. "Ah, Usagi-chan, How I've missed you in the time we've been apart," he sighed, holding you by your waist and the nape of your neck. The sight was completely cringe-worthy, but it was funny to you two and that was all that mattered.

The two of you kissed, much to the confusion of Nobara and Yuji. You opened your eyes, peaking at their faces, and quickly sprung out of the arms of your beloved husband.

"You never told me how adorable your first years are," You giggled, taking Itadori's face in your hand and examining it. You didn't release him as you turned back to Gojo, calling out, "This is the vessel, right?" Satoru nodded, saying, "That's him," proudly. Yuji finally spoke up while Nobara laughed at the sight, asking, "Uhhhh...who are you?"

You pulled back, posing a little and responding with, "I'm (Y/n) (L/n), Satoru's wife!" You never took his last name, seeing as just being connected to the Gojo clan made you a bigger target than you already were. Nobara and Itadori's eyes lit up, both of them shouting, "Tell us everything!"

You would have been happy to, but you saw Megumi out of the corner of your eye. "Ah, Megumi!" You zoomed over, hugging him so tightly his bones might crack. "I've been meaning to ask, what do you want for dinners this week?"

Nobara and itadori got even more excited, you being the best source of information on their closed off friend and surprisingly mysterious teacher.

"I don't care..." Megumi sighed, blushing a little at how open you were about all this. "Maybe Gyoza," he muttered.

Ok, you could be a little annoying sometimes, but that's how all mothers caregivers were. He wasn't mad, even when you invited Itadori and Nobara over for dinner after the event, or spilled all of the details (except for the ones not even Megumi knows) about your life with Megumi and Satoru. He was ok with this, albeit a little peeved, because at the end of the day you cared for him in a way he never would have imagined being cared for.

Life didn't turn out to be so bad after all.

I absolutely loved writing this, it's been on my mind for a while now! As always, let me know what you think :)

[ladystoneboobs]

no of fence to jon snow fans who for some reason care about his exact age, but these discussions just annoy me no end. not only bc there's no way any weirwood flashbacks bran has to rhaegar/lyanna will come with time/datestamps, but also bc there's always comments like this:

SEVERAL turns of the moon (ie, months)?! have these people never seen a human baby before or just have no concept of their ages? even if we take into account travel time from the toj to wf, meaning jon was not a newborn too fresh out the oven when catelyn and robb arrived, there's still a difference between a newborn and a 3mo and an even bigger difference between those infants and an older baby 5-7mo. there's very good reasons these lines were cut. whatever birthdates can be worked out internally for jon and robb from when they're first mentioned as 15 and 16 don't matter in the end, bc grrm doesn't care about a consistent timeline and the actual text of catelyn's pov and ned's convo with robert about cheating on her should outweigh any guesstimates about jon's official nameday wrt robb's. catelyn may not have cared for jon, but she would sure as hell have noticed his nameday if it came before robb's and made him ned's firstborn. if jon's birthday canonically came before robb's then either ned's cover story would not involve adultery (not impossible for him to sire a bastard before his wedding), or he'd just give jon a new nameday along with his new name to fit the adultery lie. it makes no sense for him to lie about one and not the other, undermining the big lie with a little public clue of his story not adding up. whatever else she was as a stepmother, cat wasn't stupid and a bastard who was actually the eldest son being raised alongside her trueborn heir could be an even bigger insult than whether he was born of adultery or not.

BUT, the unknowability of jon's true birthday is not the only reason this annoys me, it's bc this is all based on the assumption that jon must be older since rhaegar/lyanna ran off together before ned married cat, as if both boys must have been conceived asap as robb canonically was when his parents consummated their marriage. and that's not how human reproduction works! even if you don't understand how fast babies grow in the first year, you should know that people who get pregnant do so through ovulation cycles and a lucky sperm finding an egg and all that, not just immediately getting knocked up as soon as one has p-in-v sex for the first time. not unless you only know mean girls sex ed where if you have sex you will get pregnant and die. (even tho lyanna did die, there's plenty of canon examples where pregnancy did not lead straight to death. also examples of people who did not get pregnant right away and even some who are/were sexually active and childless without always having moon tea on hand.) we can't know how long lyanna was having sex before that sperm+egg match happened or even how long she was with rhaegar before losing her technical virginity. if they were married, doesn't it make sense to think they didn't consummate their relationship until the wedding night either? that's the only leverage there is to ensure a status as wife rather than just mistress.

and while i just said grrm doesn't care about exact timelines and a lot is still foggy surrounding the rebellion and esp rhaegar, there is one timemarker wrt robert's rebellion he voluntarily threw in, time and time again: that stannis was besieged at storm's end for almost a whole year. that siege, which mind you, did not match the duration of the entire war. it only started after robert won his battles at gulltown and summerhall, returned to storm's end, and then went out and lost the battle of ashford, leaving his homeland open to the reachermen. the same siege which only ended when ned made a detour there after the sack of king's landing, before going to the toj. even if lyanna may not have given birth that exact day ned found her, she could only be waiting in that bloody bed for weeks at the most, not months. so if rhaegar knocked her up the very same night he carried her off and jon was still a newborn when ned found her after the siege of storm's end had ended, wouldn't that mean lyanna was pregnant for well over a year? that's not how human pregnancy works either! so, maybe that's proof that jon and robb, whichever order they were actually born in, were actually very close in age as babies, much closer than if they were both conceived asap.

and really, jon's actual birthdate does not matter imho, when he was raised not just as the bastard to robb's trueborn heir, but with robb also known by catelyn and the world as ned's firstborn (which he was, in any case, as jon was ned's nephew by birth). what difference could a birthdate before robb's make (even were there some means of discovery) after ned, cat, and robb are all dead? if one is looking only at his birth parents then he's only a firstborn child on lyanna's side, but definitely a second son on rhaegar's side. maybe he was always meant to be a second son with a not much older half-brother! even if the aegon fka young griff is not in fact rhaegar's son, he'll still be known as aegon vi targaryen, meaning jon will never be known as any father's elder son. if i may reference mean girls again, it's not going to happen.

[salvatwh0re]

Did you have an religious trauma or are toj religious like I know were god and stuff I’ve always believed there’s something beyond traditional religion at play but at the same time sometimes i think god is making fun of me or punishing me until I repent or something that’s why the law isn’t working but I know that’s not true it’s just my anxiety but still do u have any experience with that or advice. Sometimes I’ll for to church (by force) and the sermon is abt something I’m doubting like god is trying to speak with me or something and make me give up and repent

Omg yes! I grew up in a very religious christian/catholic hispanic family on my mom’s side. My dad’s side was a lot more open minded and spiritual, so i was a bit torn throughout my childhood. My mom would also force me to go to church because she didn’t want me to end up like my dad (with no true religion) and so that was always in the back of my mind because i didn’t want to disappoint my mom. Then i started questioning myself like do i really believe in god or do i just want to not disappoint my mom. Then i found out that god doesn’t like gay people and he sends them to hell or whatever and that made me really sad because at that time one of my favorite cousins had just came out and she’s such a good person always helping out the homeless and going in mission trips so i didn’t understand how someone who did such good things would end up in hell simply because they loved someone.

In the end I realized it wasn’t that I don’t believe in God, but that I didn’t like the way the religion worshipped him. It was very culty and contradictory. And although I still went to church with my mom (which i felt very guilty about), I could seem to be frustrated with myself I would always ask myself why i couldn’t just be normal and be religious. Then I found out about manifestation in 2019. And i had a grand realization that I’m in control of my destiny and it’s not already decided for me by some big angry man in the sky. And that the higher power is a part of me and not as demanding and vindictive as they make it seem in the bible. So i’m not an atheist lol, but I just don’t believe in the way christians perceive god/ the higher power.

When I started realizing that “I am god” I did have a moment where just felt lost like I was doing something wrong and I should be ashamed. It was difficult especially when i always had my mom in my ear preaching the gospel. I would definitely say it made it harder for me with the law of assumption/ the void state and shifting because I always had that doubt in my mind. Like what if my mom is right and i’m just going down the wrong path. But then I had way too many success stories of my own for it to be a coincidence. I felt a lot happier than I did when i was practicing christianity.

To answer you question, yes I do feel like that was holding me back, it was definitely a HUGE limiting belief that i didn’t even think about getting rid of. But i think the best way for you to get over that is to trust that there is a higher power and there is a god, but that instead of punishing you for discovering your own path, it will allow you to find your way with a little bit of guidance. So really i’m not saying that you need to completely abandon your religion to be able to manifest or tap into the void state, because that’s not it at all. There are so many people in very strict religions that have been able to manifest their dream life while still sticking to their religion. Manifestation and the void is not against any religion. It’s a natural human right and ability, we do it every day whether we’re conscious of it or not. For the problem wasn’t whether manifesting was against my religion or not, it was the fact that I was straying away from my religion and that the LOA community helped me realize how much my religion was holding me back.

If your concern is that it’s against your religion, trust god would not have given you the ability to do it if it were a sin. The void state is not some outside force, in fact if anything the void state would help you rid you of your sin because in that state you’re free of all intrusive, negative, and limiting thoughts. Creating your own path is nothing to repent for.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N = I'm so fuckin' in love with this idea of Toji being the caretaker. I spent about 8 hours working on this yesterday and today fine-tuning it. Hope you guys like my take on Nurse!Toji au

C/W = mentions of surgery, more specifically breast augmentation, infection, heart stops beating, death but not dying kinda, y/n's mom is there for her, person in position of power having their way with patient but patient is more than ok with it), fingering, squirting, grinding, not-so-dry humping, oral [M->F], if I missed anything please let me know.

WC = just over 10k.

I'll add this to my m.list when I'm home.

NSFW // MDNI under the cut.

"NATURAL WOMAN"

Saturday, 7pm

"Is, is it, ahh-owwww!!" You were just coming out of anesthesia from your elective surgery.

"Hi, y/n. You're at the hospital, and you're waking up from surgery. How is your pain on a scale of 1 - 10?" The man asked you. His voice almost lulled you back to sleep as it came out in velvet waves washing over your ears.

"I don't ... like a 6?" You said as you laid there with your eyes closed against the bright lights above you. "I definitely feel it. But it's not unbearable."

"Ok, good. That's good. Well, I'm going to be the one who helps get you up and on your feet again. My name is Toji Fushiguro. You can call me whatever. Toji. Toj'. Nurse Toji. Nurse F. You get the idea. I'll be your nurse for the foreseeable future. Can I get you anything right now? Water, ice chips? You probably shouldn't eat until the anesthetic has worn all the way off. But water will help flush it out faster." He stared at you as you tried to process all of the information he just dumped on you.

The only thing that made sense to you was how fucking hot your male nurse was.

"Y/n? Miss L/n? Are you doing ok?" He came over to you and grabbed your hand to check your pulse. "It's slightly elevated."

"I'm fine! Ok? I'm fine. It's just ... ugh. Never mind." You spit out, grumpily. You wanted to say that your heart was beating so damn fast because he made it beat like that.

"Well shit. Ok, then. Push the call button if you need anything. I'll be at the nurses' station." You watched his ass fill out his scrubs with each step he took. You could've screamed, but that might have popped some stitches.

Sunday, 2am

All you knew was that you were in immense pain and it was late when you woke up. The recovery room was at the back of the hospital near the last nurses station on the floor. The lights were dim, and everyone spoke in a hushed tone.

You reached for the call button, but it hurt to stretch your arm, and you cried out.

"FUCK! Nurse!? Tommy! Timothy? Toby!? FUCK WHAT WAS HIS NAME!?"

Your nurse stuck his head in the room. "Hey! Shut ... the ... hell ... up!" He said in a whisper-yell. "You're not the only one on this floor that's recuperating from a surgery, ok? Jesus. Now what? Why are you screaming the wrong name? My name is TOJI. T-O-J-I. Ok? Now say it with me, sweetheart, TO-JI."

You slouched down into the hospital bed and pouted. You hated getting reprimanded. Even though you were 19, it still stung. It still pissed you off.

"I'm in pain." You grumbled.

"Yeah, I gathered as much." He shot back sarcastically. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Excuse me? You're supposed to help me. So fucking help me." You glared at him. He looked almost smug, the way he was staring back at you. Like he was going to enjoy what was about to happen next.

Toji pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and sat, manspreading his hot ass all over the place.

"Now, darlin', that? Right there? What you and I just went through? THAT is not the way to get on my good side. I can make your stay here heaven. Or," he leaned up, resting his elbows on his thighs, "I can make it a hell your worst nightmares haven't even considered. SO, sweetheart, I know which route I'd like to go. But it's allll up to you." He smiled at you, the scar on his lips looking a lot like you needed to lick it.

You took a shallow breath. The size breath you wanted to take would have surely blown your new tits out.

"Tojiiii," in your sweetest voice, you said his name. Correct, this time. "I'm sorry. I just had silicone shoved into my chest and it fucking hurts. Would you be so kind as to help me alleviate this pain that I'm in? Please. No, pretty please?" If it didn't hurt so much you'd have shoved your chest out at him to sway him to your favor. But you were shit out of luck on that front.

He sat back and looked at his hands, picked imaginary dirt out of his fingernails then sighed.

"I have some work that I could go do while you continue to sweet talk me. I can bring the tablet in here and finish everything while you're on your knees, beggin' me to help you. Figuratively, of course. This floor is fuckin' filthy. Seriously, always wear your socks if you can."

You sighed heavily as your train of thought drifted from pain management to flicking your tongue over the head of his cock. On the slit from whence life shot.

Toji sat there watching your face phase from one twisted in discomfort to something reminiscent of a happy daydreamer.

"You good, kid?" He asked, feeling a little bad for bringing you back to reality.

"Hm? Mmm, uh-huh. But I - I'm not a kid. I'm going to be 20 in 4 days. God willing, I won't have to celebrate in this place." You rolled your eyes at the horrible thought. Why did you even opt for surgery this close to your birthday, anyway? Stupid idiot.

"No offense, Your Highness." Toji bowed, his hair brushing your hand as he bent over. It was so soft. You wanted to grab it. Like, run your fingers through, get a good grip, and grab it. But it hurt to move your arms so you left well enough alone.

"'Your highness.' I like that, Nurse Toji. I think I'll dub thee … Sir Care-A-Lot. Does that work?" You asked sarcastically. Forgetting yourself for a moment to be a total shit to him. It just seemed like so much fun to push his buttons.

He scoffed, "That's the dumbest fucking thing I've ever heard. Just call me Toji, ok? I'll come back in a bit to check on you, sweetheart."

You watched him in his 1 man parade out the door and wished that he'd stop and stretch for a moment and give you a little glimpse of his lower back. He turned one more time to see that you were ok and headed off down the hall.

Sunday, 6:30am

"Hi, girl. I'm headin' out for my blessed 3 day weekend. I'll be back on Thursday for my 12'er to steal your jello cups, ok? I'll catch you later, kid. And hey, didn't you say your birthday was on Thursday? Maybe I won't steal your jello then. But Friday, it's mine. Do you need anything before I go? Kid? You sleepin' or somethin'? Hey ..."

Toji walked over to you to see if you were even awake. He should have thought about that before he started talking to you. It was early in the morning for everyone else, but late at night for him.

"Girl, if you're ignorin' me, that's a game you can't win. Trust me. I got plenty of exes that can attest to me being the master of ignorin' stuff. Sweetheart?"

Your blood pressure bottomed out and the machines went haywire. Toji hit the blue button on the wall and started to administer CPR immediately.

"Goddamn it, baby girl, c'mon. C'mon! SHIT!" He laid the bed back and began chest compressions. He pushed so hard on your chest that something cracked. "Sorry, sweetheart. That's gonna hurt when you wake up."

He tilted your head and began mouth-to-mouth. He toyed with the idea of what it’d be like to kiss you. But never like this. He never thought his lips would touch yours because of something like this. It's not at all what he wanted.

About 30 seconds after Toji started, a doctor came barreling into the room and took over. Toji had already prepared you for him with all the medications you had in your IV line. All they had to do now was hope that this doctor could do the rest.

Within moments you were gasping for air. You sputtered and choked as your throat relaxed and lungs filled with air. Your chest burned as it expanded because of the surgery.

You raised your head and looked around, but you couldn't keep your eyes open because everything was blurry.

"Baby girl, I need you to take slow, shallow breaths, ok? It's too soon for anything deep. Just listen to the machine. The way that it cycles ... match that rhythm. Just breathe with it and calm down, sweetheart." Nurse Toji wiped the tears off your cheeks. "Are you cold?" He asked and looked around. Your covers were in the closet, so he motioned for another nurse to get them for him. They grabbed them and handed them to Toji, where he carefully placed them on top of you, tucking you in.

"Now, I know that it's probably a bad time for you to be moving around too much and freakin' out. So let's make sure that everything stays calm and easy. The good doctor that brought you back has recommended a light sedative. Ok, darlin'? You'll feel really tired and like you might fall asleep in a few moments. The doctor is just outside, and we'll be sure to tell them when you're resting. Let's just get this settled first, and we'll talk more tomorrow, alright?"

He rolled a chair back behind him so he could sit while he put a 5 ml vial on the IV tower. His massive form barely fit inside the tiny seat, making the legs dig into the hard tile floor as he fidgeted. Once he got situated and hooked everything up , he locked eyes with you one last time.

He asked, "It's 1:29 in the morning, and I've got your left wrist, yes or no?"

"W - what the hell are you talking about? It's almost 7 in the morning and you're not even touching me." You answered. "I almost died, I'm not an idiot, Toby." You smirked at Toji, waiting for him to catch on to your gibe.

"Cute! You're ... just ... the cutest and funniest little thing ever, aren'cha? Jesus. You scared the shit out of me just now, baby girl."

You slowly reached up to wipe the tears from your eyes. "I'm not a baby."

It occurred to you that he might just be this attentive with all of his patients. You hoped you were wrong though. In just the short time he's been taking care of you, you're pretty sure you're really starting to see him as more than just a nurse. And that's probably going to be an issue later on. Though there was a part of you that couldn't help it. Or you could, but chose to let the cards fall where they may.

"Relax, princess. I call everyone some kinda name or another. I'm bad with names. An' I know what you're gonna say. 'As a nurse, Toji, you should be better at remembering people's names, Toji. It's a huge part of your job to know who you're administering medications to, Toji.' An' I know all of this. I check charts 3, 4, 5 times before I'm sure of who's gettin' what. I know what I'm doing. I'm good at my job. I worked my ass off to get here, and I'm proud of where I'm at now. So just quit bein' so damn dramatic about it. It's just a nickname. Ok? Nothin' else."

Your heart may as well have stopped beating again. That hurt. Deep down, you'd hoped that you were somehow more special than all of his other patients. Past or present. But he's right. It's just a nickname. You tried to straighten yourself up in the bed, and something inside of you sent you reeling in pain.

"Oh god, fuck fuck fuck!!! Oh my god, Toji! It hurts, my chest hurts!" Heavy tears fell from your {e/c} eyes and all you could do was lay there while your own body betrayed you. "Why does it feel like I'm on fire? Toji! Help me!"

He was out of the chair and trying to find what the cause of your pain could be before you could say his name again.

"Where does it hurt, y/n! Point to where it hurts!"

You pointed to your breasts and he ripped your hospital gown off, as gentle as he was fast.

And that's when he saw it. Your breasts were way more red and swollen than they should have been for nearly 36 hours post-op.

Your skin was so red, and your sutures were bleeding. Though that may have been from the strain of Toji pressing on your chest. All you knew was that you felt like you swallowed a lit match and you were burning from the inside out.

The look on Toji's face told you everything you needed to know. This was bad. And it was probably going to take time to make it go away.

"Baby girl, we have to run some tests to determine why you're dealing with this infection. Ok? Is it painful when you breathe?"

You nodded.

"Ok. Try to take slow, shallow breaths for now. See if that helps."

Another doctor walked in and began poking and prodding you all over your torso. Everywhere hurt. There's no point in telling them which areas because he had to check everywhere, and each little jab was another fresh, hot, stinging needle being stabbed in your body.

You did your best to focus on Toji's green eyes and just breathing while he finished up his examination. Just breathing. Even that was laborious.

Once the doctor had completed the exam, and his team had taken even more fluid samples and drawn blood from you, they determined that this could be a complication from your augmentation surgery.

There were 2 main sources of infection. 1, the saline itself was contaminated and caused all sorts of bacterial issues. 2, the bacteria in your skin could have caused your suture line to erode and leak and that's where the sepsis started to set in.

Everything came together to create a literal cocktail that has now wreaked havoc with your system. The antibiotics and medication you're going to receive are a first line defense and have 50/50 odds of curing everything.

Sunday 4pm

Your mom came to see you as soon as she could get a flight. You appreciated her being there. But you found yourself looking around for Toji. He was nowhere to be seen. You guessed he'd slipped out when the doctor had the other nurses administering your meds. You were sad he didn't say goodbye to you. He saved your life. Granted, it was his job. But still. There was some connection between the two of you that you hoped was real.

"Shit," you say as you realize that Toji has the next 3 days off.

"You ok, honey?" Your mom asks in her mom voice.

"Y-yeah. Just my nurse is off for the next 3 days and I'm bummed."

Your mom gave you 'the look'. "Is that all, sweetheart? I haven't even met the guy, and I feel like I know so much about him. You seriously won't stop talking about him. Green eyes this. Black hair that. Muscles, muscles, muscles. I swear. You sound like you're obsessed with him."

You looked out the door into the hallway, and you're sure you saw him standing there. "W-was he just here, Mama?"

"Get some rest, my baby. I'll be right here."

Monday, 2am

You slept hard for about 10 hours and you dreamt about Toji a lot. But when you got close to him he'd turn into a wolf and eat you. The only time you woke up was when the staff had to come in and give you more medicine. You always seemed to get back to the dream right where you left off.

Your mom was stretched out on the cot they brought her to rest on. She was so beautiful. Everything you wanted to be when you were a little girl. There was nothing about her that was impure or fake.

"Hey, honey? Are you ok? Do you need the nurse? OH!" She put her fingers to her lips, "Do you need .... T-O-J-I!? I'll have them call him in for you." She laughed a bit too hard at her own little joke. It was cute how she did that, cracking herself up.

"No, mama. Ha-ha-ha. I don't need anything. You can fly out today if you need to get back home. I'm in really good hands here. I mean, they've already saved my life once."

She scowled at you, "That's not funny, y/n. And I'm not going anywhere until you're home again and off of these medications. Now, I'm going back to sleep. You just - just sit there and think about how you told me to leave. Tch. Leave. You obviously don't know me very well if you think I'm going to skip off to the plane and head home." She rolled over and cuddled up with the weird amount of blankets the nurses had given her. Now that you think of it, your room was extra cold. Just the way you liked it.

Monday, 7:05 pm

"Hey girl." You heard a familiar voice whisper at you from the door. "This is your conscience, and you should feel really bad because you're the reason Toji has to come in and work on his day - possibly days - off."

You laughed. "Conscience? I've been meaning to talk to you about this 'Toji'."

The voice continued, "Is that right? What did you want to talk about? How strong and muscular he is? How his green eyes remind you of looking at emeralds held up to the sun? Do. Tell."

"Toji! What are you doing here?" You couldn't hide your excitement as he came sauntering into the room.

"It's fuckin' freezin' in here, girl! You need anything? Blankets, pillows, you name it."

Your mind went dark, and so did your face. It was all you could do to not blurt out that you needed him. That you wanted him. To touch him, taste him. You felt like shit. He was the only thing that made it better. You forgot about your pain. The nausea. All of it. HE was the best medicine. You wanted a shot of Toji, fuckin' STAT.

"How come you're here on your days off, Toj'?" You tried your hardest to sound sad that he had to work when he should be home. Probably with his girlfriend. The thought puts you in a bad mood.

"I just couldn't stay away from ya, darlin'." He came close to your face and smiled. His green eyes burned into yours. All it would have taken was one swift move forward, and you could've kissed him. But you were still in so much pain that you didn't want to cause yourself any more unnecessary suffering. So you settled for daydreaming. "Once my lips met yours ... it was all over for me. Seriously, though, I should've used PPE when I did that. God knows what kind of nasty shit your mouth has done." He winked at you.

"I tend to have that effect on people, making them want to barf after their lips touch mine. Um, what the hell is 'PPE'?" You rubbed your eyes.

"PPE, petty civilian, is Personal Protective Equipment. It keeps us important people safe from the germs you disgusting mortals have crawling all over your filthy bodies." He looked so serious when he said this. You almost believed him.

"I'll have you know, men and women alike have cried after they kissed me. They've said they saw God. So ... so fuck you." You stuck your tongue out at him and he laughed.

"They said they saw God? All that tells me is the kiss was so goddamn terrible that they almost died. You shouldn't go around admitting shit like that, princess. It's not as flattering as you think. Anyway, I gotta run. You're not the only one I have to babysit while I'm here. On my damn day off." He scoffed and put his fist out for you to bump. "I'll see ya 'round, kid. Oh, and I'll walk out extra slow today so you can stare at my ass a little longer, 'k? You're. Welcome."

You slunk down into the bed until the covers are completely over your head. But he was true to his word. He walked out painfully slow. And you couldn't help but peek from the side of the blankets and stare at him as he left.

"There she is! I'll be back in a while, princess. Get some rest." He hit the door jam with an open palm and wandered away to some other lucky person that got to be with him.

After things quieted down in your room, you felt a little sleepy. You managed to get comfortable laying on your left side, and you were almost asleep when your hand hit something next to you on the bed and under the blankets.

"...the hell?" You pulled it out, and it was a folded piece of printer paper that had "Princess Brat" written on the front of it. You knew immediately who it was from, and your heart was racing in your chest. Anticipating what it would say was the sweetest frustration. You wanted to open it and see right away. But there was a part of you that wanted to hold onto it until you hit a low point and needed cheering up.

Impatience won.

You opened it slowly and carefully, not wanting to tear this note from the man who saved your life and was the only thing in this whole hospital that made you feel human again. The tubes and IV's hanging from your body made you feel more like a weird science experiment than a person.

"Dear Bad Kisser ...

What are the chances you have a sexy ass nurse fall for you while you're lying on a hospital bed recovering from surgery? Slim, probably. At least, that's what most of my exes used to tell me. Wait, what? Fuck. Never mind that shit.

I really suck at opening lines. Guess I'm a lot like my kitten; I’m adorable on the outside but a complete dumbass on the other side. But that's a story for another day. Today, I want to talk about what goes on around here. (But seriously, you should see my li'l girl. She's the cutest damn thing you ever saw. Soon, maybe? She'd love you.)

Cupid must be mad that you wanted new tits. He decided that was the perfect time to hit you with his arrows right through your surgery sites. Why not show me to you in the hopes that I'd fall for you as well?

He had every right to. 1, You're beautiful. And no one's said that to you since we've met. 2, Your recovery has taken more from you than you'd ever give willingly, and I wanna ease that shit you feel by taking care of you for as long as you'll let me. And I mean all of you, in any and every way. If that's something you might enjoy. I've been told people have seen pearly gates when ... Well, I dunno. Maybe I'm bad at it, too. Maybe we can help each other get better at this kissin' shit?

Anyway ... there was this woman in the waiting room just before I started my shift on Friday, and I asked her what she was doing here. She looked upset and was crying, and I thought, shit, did somebody die? Turns out she's there for her daughter's pre-op consultation. Said they were addin' a little meat to the chicken. And, well, that's not very fuckin' polite.

Then, right before I saw you, I talked to a young girl, around 17, who'd just had her nose done. She said, and I quote, "He may have botched this job, but I got half the money back." It'll make a good boob job later. I tell ya, I've seen a lotta nutzos working as nurses, but you guys ... Holy shit. You guys take the cake.

If you need me, day or night, (don't worry about time zones, Princess Brat, I'm available any and all of the time) send me a text or give me a ring. I'll call you as soon as I can. You have my number now. Don't forget to put it in your phone. Please ... don't lose it, baby.

Yours, Sir Care-A-Lot"

He scribbled a little picture at the bottom of the paper. It was a stick figure holding a giant needle like it was a jousting stick.

You fell back against your pillows laughing and were asleep within minutes. You couldn't have had any better dreams. The nightmares you endured had vanished and were replaced with pleasant thoughts of Toji and you walking hand in hand down a beach on the coast somewhere. It was sunny and the sea breeze blew softly through your hair and clothes, tickling your skin, making you feel free.

The warm salt water licked the heels of your feet as the waves rolled lazily on shore. It was exactly what you'd wanted. Then. But you didn't realize what was happening. He was giving you a piece of the life that he could've shared with you. Could. Present tense, not past. The future has opened a gate of infinite possibilities to you. You just had to accept this one with open arms.

Tuesday, 3:38am

You woke from what seemed to be hour's worth of a glorious sleep with a big smile on your face.

"Feeling good, my girl? Did you get some sleep?" The sunshine voice of your mom echoed inside your mind, waking you up even more.

You turned your head slightly and gave her a soft grin and nodded a bit. "I feel a little bit better. Yeah."

She smiled at you, tilting her head, "Does that have anything to do with the love letter that hot nurse man gave to you a while ago?"

Your whole body flushed with nice heat. All you could think about was Toji. Literally, he was the only thing on your mind. You wanted so badly to push the call button so he'd come back to you. But you knew he was working hard already. And on his days off. So you fought off the urge.

"I'm going to go to your apartment and take care of a few things, and shower, sweetie. Will you be ok until I get back? I might not be back until later Wednesday. I want to sleep in a real bed, eat and maybe do some laundry. But I'll have my phone with me the whole time." She hugged you gingerly and made sure to not touch your chest. You missed her full, arms wrapped around you, crazy tight hugs. All because you wanted bigger boobs. You shook your head in disgust at your piss poor decision making skills.

"I'll be fine, mama. You go. Eat, shower, rest, and do laundry. Whatever else you need to do, ok? I promise, I'll be fine. Toji is here now. Also, will you put this in my safe, please? You remember the code, yeah?

She drew the right side of her mouth up into a weird half-smile and chuckled. "Girl, you got it bad, don'cha? Ok, I'll be back as soon as I can. Unless you need me back sooner, in which case call me or have this hunky nurse of yours call me. I want to hear his voice!" She scrunched her nose and waved to you as she walked out of your room.

You were feeling so restless. It had been days since you last walked. You'd been catheterized so there was little reason for you to get up. But it was starting to annoy you how tied down you were to your bed. So you unhooked some stupid little pulse/ox monitor from your finger and stretched out a little more than you were able to yesterday.

All of a sudden, one of the machines started to freak out. Beeping and buzzing loudly. You had no idea what was happening. You felt fine so what was with all of the noise?

You could hear someone running toward your end of the hall, yelling "Get the hell outta my way, watch out, sorry, gotta check on somethin' right NOW!"

Toji burst through the door and into your room wild-eyed and breathing heavily. "Y/n, y/n! Are you ok? Where - what's going on?"

It startled you, the slamming of the door and all the yelling he came to you with. "I, I, I -" You sat there, your arms up like you were about to be arrested. "I just need to get out of this bed, Toji. I took something off of my finger and things went crazy! I'm sorry!"

He bent over and put his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. "Fuck, baby girl. You scare the everlovin' shit outta me there. Heh, goddamn it." He walked over to your bed and sat down next to you. "Don't. Don't fuck with things, ok? I really thought something was happening with you here. An' your ma's gone. So there was no one ... there was no one in here with you. Fuck, princess. You almost gave me a heart attack."

You had no words for him. He was genuinely upset by this. He was worried. The sick satisfaction you got out of knowing that he was really concerned about you brought you more joy than you'd felt in 10 years.

"You wanna get up and move around? I'll have to either remove the catheter or I can attach it to your waist with a little belty deal. It's more glamorous than it sounds. What's it gonna be?"

The thought of dragging your own piss around was mortifying. The thought of pissing all over the floor in front of Toji was worse. You opted to bring the piss bag along with you.

"Are you wanting to actually walk here? Or do you want me to get a wheelchair and push your lazy ass around the grounds?" Toji asked.

You pursed your lips, "My tits are broken, not my legs, ya asshole." You never dreamed that you'd be able to talk to a healthcare provider like this. Or, more importantly, that they'd talk to you they way he is. You love it. Every little smart quip he throws your way. You want to talk to him for hours.

"Yeah, about that, ah, fuuuckk. Listen, y/n ..."

"Oh, mm-mm. Please don't, Toji." You had no idea what he was about to say, but the look on his face wasn't his usual cocky expression.

"I'm sorry, swee'heart. I can't keep bein’ your nurse. In fact, I could lose my job for even givin’ you that note I slipped you the other night. What'd you do with that, by the way?" He looked more serious than he did when you almost died. This feels worse than dying. You don't want to not see him anymore. He's the only reason you're here; He makes you happy. "Toji. I sealed it in an envelope and gave it to my mom to drop off at my place. I told her if she opened it I'd never speak to her again."

His eyes met yours, "Tell me you didn't really say that to your ma. Jesus. That was harsh."

You looked out the window to the cloudy and wet world. "It's fine, she knows I didn't mean it. But she said she'd put it away for me. So, relax. There's no trace of it anywhere around here. I don't want to go for a walk now. Sorry. Just go, go take care of other people. I get it. I crossed several lines. I'm sorry. Thanks ... f-for saving my ..." You couldn't talk through your tears now. It hurts your throat to choke back your sobs. All it would take was one wrong swallow as you were getting ready to let loose and your windpipe would feel like it was being crushed.

"Ahhh. Fuck, darlin'. I don't wan'cha to cry about it. I ... I'm not sayin' I don't ever wanna see you again. The opposite, actually. I wanna see you all the time. I wanna fall asleep on the couch with you after I get off work. I wanna shower with you on the weekends. Drink good coffee with you in the morning and beer with you at night - Wait, you're not 21 yet, scratch that. Shit. Ha! Do you get it, now? I can't be objective in my role as your nurse when I wanna bend you over my lap and spank ya until your ass is as pink as your lips."

You wanted to ask which set of lips he was referring to. The internal dialogue you had going over that was too hard to ignore. You HAD to say something. After all, he was unofficially not your nurse anymore. Although you regret not asking for a sponge bath before this moment.

"These?" You said seductively as you brought your index finger up to your pouty bottom lip and dragged it down a little bit. "These lips? Or ..." Your finger trailed down your chin to your chest. "Ow! FUCK that hurt ... Shit. So much for being sexy." You rolled your eyes. "I'm such a loser," you said, laughing harder than you have in months.

"You're a nerd, you know that? My god. I really, really like it." He put his hand on top of yours. "I'm goin’ to talk to the lead nurse and tell them what's goin' on here. If you want me to. I just assumed you felt the same as I do." He stood up and flapped his hands in front of his hard stomach, "Do you like me? OMG!"

You laughed so hard it was uncomfortable to breathe. "Yes, Toji, I do. I like you a lot. And while I'm pissed you can't be my nurse anymore, I am looking forward to looking you up when I'm discharged."

He narrowed his eyes. "Looking me up? What the hell you talkin' about? Looking me up."

"I uh, well, I mean, ugh. I looked up 'Can nurses date patients'.

"Whoooaa. No shit!?" He chuckled at your desperate, but sweet act. "Well, what'd it say? I'm tinklin' myself here, c'mon, tell me, baby girl."

"They can't. Unless ... said nurse stops treating said patient and doesn't see them again until they're released from the hospital. Can you do that, Toji? Can you resist seeing me until I'm freed from these eggshell-colored walls? Cuz, I don't know if I can stay away from you." You'd have donated a kidney and a lung for just one 15 second long kiss from this man. What the hell has he done to you.

"So, lemme get this straight. I have to stop seeing you altogether until you're discharged, and then you have to track my ass down? That sounds like so many dates I've been on, except you'll have to find me." He bent over laughing. "I'm just fuckin' with ya. I mean, I really want to see where this goes. I can wait. It'll be hell. But I can wait. I'll see if I can't be assigned to another floor so I'm not tempted to slip into your bed when the lights shift to the nighttime settings."

The thought of him slipping anything into you or your bed had you feeling things you hadn't felt in so long. Your pussy ached for his attention. God, to have him touch you now would have sent you into some kind of episode.

"Ok, baby girl. Shit, well, I guess this is goodbye for now?"

"Toji, how much longer do I have to stay here? When will I be well enough to go home? Find that out before you get signed off of my treatment. Please?"

He nodded as he got up, he began to close the blinds and your door. When everything was closed, he turned to you with a look on his face you'd not seen before. Then he made his way back to you and he stood next to the bed.

"Gimme your hand." Toji waved for your hand and you put it in his much larger palm. He had such big hands. Thick fingers that felt rougher than they looked. You were in heaven, the way he touched you.

You let him guide your hand to the fat bulge in his black scrub bottoms.

Gasping as he ran your smaller hand over his hard cock, your little gasps leveled out and became deep, chest heaving breaths.

His brows furrowed and his mouth was opened slightly. "Oh, fffuuuckk, I've been waiting ... for, ahh, this. Y/n, fuck, y/n." He bent over, keeping your hand on him, and he kissed you deeply.

His other hand snaked under the hem of your hospital gown and as he found you ready for him, slick and swollen with want for him, he said, "You say the words and I'll stop, ok, baby g-"

You pushed his hand further into you while your other one was reaching past the knot on his pants, "Don't ... don't you fucking dare stop what you're doing,Toji ..."

The two of you stayed like this for at least 15 minutes. Stroking and exploring each other the best you could given the circumstances. He laid down at the foot of the bed and you were straddling his massive frame. Grinding yourself all over him. Wishing you had more contact with his skin. But this would have to be ok for the time being.

Toji pulled your upper half to his chest and licked and sucked all the way down the right side of your throat.

You winced as you got caught up in the moment and rested your chest against his.

"Oh, oh shit, baby girl. Fuck. I - here, lean back. Get comfy."

"Toji, I don't want you to go. I don't want to stop. I can't stop. I need ... more. Just a little more." You had no idea what has you this insanely riled up. Maybe it's the idea of doing this without someone seeing you. That no one will know this was even happening. Just the two of you. His hot breath and even hotter skin ... You wished you were skin on skin, the feeling of his body against your body.

He eased himself down onto you. "Uhhhh ... hholyy, Christ! Whhh - hhhy is this feelin' so good?" You rocked and rolled your hips, meeting him halfway until you were moaning so loud it was echoing in your room.

"Y-yeeesss. Go ahead, baby girl. Use me. Mm-hm," He squeezed your waist. You felt his hands become clammy against your skin.

He licked and sucked and did everything within his power not to touch your sutured chest. You were responding really well to the antibiotics they'd given you. But it was killing you a little bit that he couldn't touch you there. He was being so sweet and gentle about it. That turned you on even more, this huge guy treating you so softly. You couldn't wait to get to a place where you could do this without having to hold back.

You could tell he was close by the way the pace of his breathing and his soft panting changed. He was still kissing you all over your neck and lips. His hips bucked up into your bare cunt and he started grunting. It sounded almost primal. You loved that shit.

You weren't sure you would be able to keep the noises to a minimum as his big cock slammed up against you. The pressure was immense and as you pushed your clit against the head of his dick, even though it was through his pants, you were sent into an orgasmic tizzy. He rests his hands on either side of your waist, grinding into your aching wet pussy. "Cum on my fucking dick, babe, yeah - YES." His head fell forward and he hummed a little with each breath that escaped his mouth.

You screamed and yelled as the world turned into a dark swirling mess of the most addictive high you've ever experienced. A heat coursing through you and through him and through him and through you. Each of you milking the other dry of your climax.

"Fuck. My whole fuckin' body feels like it's on pins. Whoo. You ... you're really somethin' else." His forehead touched yours as the both of you attempted to come down from the best release either of you has ever had.

A couple minutes passed and Toji's phone vibrated. "Mmm-mm," you heard him whisper, "don't go anywhere. This might take a sec'. It's the doctor."

"Listen, can she, ok, ok. Thanks, Doc."

"What, is everything ok, Toji?"

He was sitting next to you, still hard, on top of the blankets. He had a nice firm ass and you wondered what it would take to convince him to take it all the way with you. Right then you heard voices outside the door and you instantly thought someone overheard the commotion the two of you just made in here.

“Is it locked? I can’t remember anything after that … what we …” You blushed.

As he was moving his tall and muscular body over to the door, he was adjusting himself so as not to give himself away. "C'mere." You put out a hand for him. "I see you, don't hide that from me, please. I like it."

"I was gonna sneak over later, after the doctors did their thing. I figured I'd let your ma come back in and spend some time with you before I went on rounds. But the doctors want to check out how the healing is going, on an op/exam table, instead of just looking over you in your room. They want bright lights to show them every suture in your skin. They said you might be released in a day or 2 depending on how you're lookin'."

Your eyes got big with excitement. "You, you mean I'll be able to leave here soon? Like, Wednesday or Thursday? Ohh, my birthday is -"

Toji interrupted you, "On Thursday. I - I know. I made reservations at my favorite place, just in case you were released." He smiled awkwardly at you. This was just not like him. He never thought ahead like this. But you ... you were so different. He couldn't place what it was. But he was drawn to you. Maybe it was your bold nature. Maybe it was the softer side of your personality. How you called only for him when you needed help.

"Get some rest, princess. I got some shit to take care of, a couple of people I gotta pop in on and give them their meds. I'll find out when the docs are going to take you into the op/exam room and sit with you for a bit before you go and I'll come by when you're back. Um, I don't ... I don't quite know what to say here. I've never been ... involved with a patient before. What should I say right now? Before I go?"

He looked like a lost little boy. It was so sweet watching him fiddle under your gaze.

"Kiss me, Toji. Kiss me and say you'll see me later?"

He nodded and took your face, cupping it in both of his massive hands. The kiss was so soft you could barely process the connection of your lips to his. And yet, it was the best goodbye kiss you've ever had. It was full of promise.

Tuesday, 6:40am

A couple of people you'd never seen before walked into your room and woke you up.

"Y/n L/n?"

You took a minute to process them being there. "Yeah, I'm she. Are you taking me to the place the doctor is going to look over me?"

"Yep, we are. I'm {F/n} and this is {F/n}. We're the plastics nurses for Dr. {L/n} and we have to verify a few things with you before we take you down."

"Sure, fine. Ask away." You tried to sound like you weren't nervous. This whole thing was so fucked you couldn't believe it was really happening. All because you thought your tits were too small. You could've kicked your own ass if it didn't hurt so much.

They asked you question after question and finally, you'd given them the information they needed to get you out of there to be examined.

"Oh,” A nurse said, sounding a little suspicious, “one more thing, y/n, Toji Fushiguro, he's your nurse, is he not?"

You didn't miss a beat. Answering so casually like you weren't excited by the simple mention of his name.

"Oh, the tall guy who uses bad language?" Leave it vague, y/n. "Yeah, he's my nurse. Or he was, I don't know if he's being reassigned or not. Why?"

The shorter of the two women answered, "We just needed to know where to send the doctors new instructions after the exam is finished. In case there's a change in your treatment or something. No biggie, right?"

Relief.

"Ok, let's get you to your appointment." One nurse stood at the head of the bed, the other at the foot. The bed where you and Toji did that.

"Will I still have the same bed when you bring me back to my room? I just, well, I have the settings exactly how I want them. Is that possible?" You little liar. You just wanted the bed that had Toji on it.

"Sure! I know when I was here having my kid, I had to switch beds after I messed with it all night to get it just right ... I was so mad!" She laughed.

More relief.

Tuesday, 7:45am

"Good morning, Miss l/n! How are we doing this morning?"

You wanted to shout from the rooftops what you and Toji did to each other. But this was definitely not the time or place.

"I'm feeling a lot stronger. I'm about a 2 on the pain scale. Maybe a 3 if I sit still for too long. But I feel lots better. Do you think I'll be discharged soon?" You asked hopefully.

The doctor smiled warmly at you. "Let's take this a step at a time. Can you lower your gown for me? I want to take a look at these sutures here and see what needs to happen."

The 2 nurses that brought you to this place helped you pull your gown off the front of your body and the doctor went right into checking everything out.

"Ohh-kayy. Ok, can I have some gauze and some iodine?" The nurses got what the doctor needed and the doctor went back to work snipping some stitches away. "That was a nasty infection you had, wasn't it, y/n? You're lucky that it was caught when it was. This sort of thing so rarely happens. I'm sorry you had to go through this. Now, this could be healed as well as possible if it's taken care of at home. Tell me, did you want to keep on the same path? Do you want to try again to have the augmentation mammoplasty?

"Oh, wow. I hadn't really thought about it. I was really just focusing on getting better right now. They've been completely removed, correct? There's little chance of reinfection?"

"I mean, don't tell anyone I told you this. But there should have been a small chance of infection in the first place. You see what I mean? Well, aside from that, you look great. You're healing up very nicely. The skin color is nice and pink. There's very little scarring."

You smiled. The idea of going through this fucking surgery again was tugging at the back of your mind. And Toji was off at 7 so you probably won't see him until he comes to work tonight. If he comes in to work tonight. Your body aches for him. As stupid as that sounds. You want to feel him again.

Tuesday, 12pm

"There's my baby." Your mom had returned from your place. She looked good; Well-rested and she had clean clothes on. It made you happy that she had taken a break from this damn place. "Have you seen the doctor today, yet?"

You nodded. "I saw them a few hours ago." The tears welled up in your eyes and she saw that. You could never hide the fact you were crying from your mother. She knew you better than anyone in the world. And she always knew when you were upset about something, hiding something, or acting suspicious in any way.

"Tell me what happened, sweetie. Let me carry this with you." She climbed up on the bed with you and you scooted to make room for her small body.

You sniffed hard. At a loss for words and frustrated with everything, you tried to tell her the most important thing first; Toji was asking to be signed off of your care.

"HE'S WHAT!?" She yelled. "Who the hell does he think he is, treating you like this. Like you're just some random ... a-, ugh, asshole!" Your mother seldom used bad language. But apparently, this was one of those times she'd make an exception. You were often her exception to the rules she's put in place for herself.

"Noo, mama, it's not like that. He, well we, want to start seeing each other." You looked closely at her face, waiting for whatever reaction she was going to have.

A minute or two went by when she'd still said nothing.

"Mom? Are you going to say anything?" You were preparing yourself to cry again.

She sat down in a chair by the window and looked at you like she was seeing you as an adult for the first time.

"Do you have feelings for him? Like, real feelings? You're not just attracted to him because he's this big, strong man in tight scrubs that saved your life?"

"Oh my god, mom!" The two of you laughed. "I do. I mean, I don't know everything about him yet. But I really do like him, so far."

"Well, my sweet girl, I can only tell you to follow the path that you think will suit you the best. And I love you so, so much." She wiped a few stray tears from her cheeks. "I'm with you. 100%." She came over to you and wrapped her arms gently around your body.

"I feel a lot better now, mom. You can hug me tighter if you want to."

So she did. She hugged you so tightly you had to tap her on the shoulder and tell her to loosen her grip a little. But it felt so good to be in her arms again.

"I'm glad you're feeling better, baby. I might have to go back to work sooner than I'd like to. But I told them to buzz off if they thought I was going to miss your 20th birthday. I'm not missing the chance to welcome my girl into her 20th year of life. Into a new decade! Of her life ... something like that. Anyway, I had some work overnighted for me at your place and I need to go check and see if it's been delivered yet. Will you be ok here while I go?"

You nodded. "Yeah, even though Toji won't be able to see me, I'm sure they're going to reassign a good nurse for me for the last little bit of my stay here. Go, I'll be fine. And if for some reason, shit does hit the fan, Toj' gave me his cell #."

She kissed you on the forehead and left the room without looking back.

Tuesday, 7:10pm

You woke up to someone rubbing your legs in an inappropriate way. "Excuse?" You said without opening your eyes. Just praying to ANY gods that would hear your plea that it be Toji who's rubbing you to consciousness.

"Hey princess ..."

Your eyes flew open at the first sound of his voice.

"Toji!!! You're here! How long have you been here? What time is it?"

"Baby girl, slow down heh. I got here about 10 minutes ago. They called me in to talk to me about somethin'. Somethin' about you an' me. I hope to shit I don't get fired. But I told them that you and I mutually decided this is what we wanted. So I think things will be fine."

You were chewing on your bottom lip. Remembering his touch from the night before, it had you rubbing your thighs together.

"What - what's happenin' down here, darlin'? Under these covers, under ..." He stood up to close the blinds and lock the door again. "... under this sexy ass hospital gown here. Hmm," he hummed in a deep voice. "Let ... *kiss* ... me *kiss* ... check *kiss* ... this *kiss* ... out *kiss* ..."

He'd pulled the light blue blankets all the way off of you and let them pool at the foot of the bed. Kissing from your bare feet all the way up your closed legs until he got to the apex of your thigh. He stopped there where skin pressed into skin and stuck his tongue out to urge you to open up for him.

You obliged, spreading your legs as far as you could spread them and watched him dip his head in between them.

His unshaven skin scratched a sensitive spot right on your upper left thigh and you were wiggling from his contact.

He put an arm over one of your thighs, holding it down against the bed.

Toji leaned his mouth in and the hot heat coming from it was driving you insane. The way his tongue pressed up against your pussy was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. You've had guys go down on you. But it wasn't something you had gone crazy about. Maybe it was you, being shy to let someone have you so thoroughly. Maybe it was the guys, being completely clueless about what they're doing. God knows they wouldn't take direction from you. They just assured you they knew what they were doing and you needed to relax or 'this won't be any fun for you.' You pitied the guys you've been with before Toji. And you haven't even fully been with Toji. There was still so much to discover. And you couldn't wait to dive into it.

"Ohhh, Godddd. I'm gonna- to- fuuu-" Toji gripped you harder and lifted you slightly so he could make sure you had a couple of pillows under your lower back and hips to allow you to fully relax under him.

Then he doubled down; Taking his hand from your thigh and reaching it up to spread you apart for him, putting more of you out there and it opened up something deep inside of you. You knew you were about to experience something that would change your perspective on everything you thought you knew about sex with men.

"Fuckk - FUUCK." You pressed both of your feet against him, your legs trying to straighten out. With Toji still working over your clit like a man who was put on this planet just to please you, you lifted your upper half just enough to watch his long and thick fingers delve into your heat.

"Bend your legs back a bit, baby girl. I promise, relax, I got'cha."

And there it is, you thought. "Relax? Really? Why did I think you were any different fro-ohhh my fuck! Oh, Toji, oh my god, TojiTojiToji!! Fffffuuuuckkk!"

Your fingers grasped at anything they could. Digging them into the stiff blankets on either side of you, the firm pillows behind your shoulders, his hair ... fuck. "I'm sorry. Don't stop - Ahhh - stop, Toji. Stop -" You wailed as he hit another spot with his middle finger that you were sure was somewhere on the inside of your skull. "But don't stop. Oh god, oh god ..."

It didn't take long, only a few minutes, before you were covered in the thinnest layer of sweat. All the blood in your body pulsing just under your skin. And then you knew. It was happening and there was no stopping the electric energy flowing through you.

"Go ahead, darlin'. Show me what it feels like to have your insides coat my fingers. Shiiittt." He rubbed the back of his knuckles along the inside of your thigh, encouraging you further. "You gonna squirt for me, baby girl?"

He smirked up at you, the asshole. You would give in just to prove a point. You lifted a shaky hand and rested it on top of your lower tummy. Your body tensed up, then relaxed and you pressed down on his hand.

Toji began sucking your clit as your orgasm washed over you. You clamped your other hand over your mouth and screamed into it as best you could. You did not want anyone hearing what was going on. As if it wasn't the best feeling that'd ever passed through your body, the fact that it was being shared with someone else was the second best feeling.

"C'mon, y/n," He coaxed, "couple'a more little spurts." And there were, a couple more small orgasms after the one he'd coax from you. Toji finally gave you a chance to stop and breathe.

He sounded out of breath himself and his eyes were looking half-lidded with what could be arousal, exhaustion, or possibly both. He looked like you felt; Tired and ready to fuck for 100+ hours.

"Why don'cha let me lay with ya, ok? Lemme hold ya for a bit, yeah, before ya drift off."

He guided you onto your side and got onto the bed with his shoes hanging off the end. He nestled in behind you and let his right arm lay under you, his hand rubbed from your tummy, to your rib cage and rest underneath your sore chest. The other he let curl over your hip.

The gentle care he took of you was enough to lull you to sleep with a smile on your lips.

Wednesday, 4am

You woke up and he was gone. There was a little piece of paper tucked into your hand. You opened it and saw that it was a note from Toji.

"Hey Princess Squirts,

Sorry I left ya. But if you could've seen your face. It was so damn peaceful, I couldn't bother you. I got called to HR to meet with the lead nurse and the person from human resources. No biggie. I am officially not your nurse anymore. When you get outta here, we're gonna light this city up. Anywhere you wanna go. I'll take ya. I'll stop by later. Call or text if you need anything, baby girl. Even a repeat of what we did a while ago. Ya know what, fuck it. I want a repeat anyway.

Did you feel me kiss you before I left?

T.

Wednesday, 1:00pm

Your surgeon made their final rounds and was talking about getting you checked out. You could see your mother out of the corner of your eye, hiding behind the thick wall outside your door. She was being sneaky. Like she thought you wouldn't notice her trying to catch every word that came from your surgeon's mouth. You waved for her to come in. She didn't waste a second in coming to you to hear what was being said about how you're doing.

The doctor did their checks and was surprised when you came out with 10/10's all the way around.

"Listen, we've discussed the implants that became infected. Is there any possible chance you'd want to try again? I see that you have good insurance. So it won't have to come out of pocket." They said 'again', not having to pay for this mistake, how, you wondering. "When it happened, you seemed a little eager. When you're released today, would you like to schedule your consult for another surgery? You can still choose your preferred size and style of impla-"

A new, but familiar voice interrupted the doctor that was talking.

"NO. She will be doing nothing of the sort. She's perfect just the way she is. I'm not going to sit around while you people spew your poison onto people who don't need a single fuckin' thing changed on 'em. Y/n, mama Y/n, let's go." Toji was your knight in slightly tarnished armor. It was happening. You were falling harder and harder for him.

Your mom stood up with a look on her face that was nothing short of amazed that he spoke up for you like this. And more importantly, that you listened. She stuck her hand out for Toji to take and he grabbed her up like she was his own mother. She looked back at you as you sat watching them and she gave you a knowing smile and nodded with tears in her eyes.

"You know, now that I've healed, maybe I should just keep my little boobies."

[mvttsvn]

Good Little, Liar

Literal sadist😳Toji Fushiguro x bratty fem!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, ABSOLUTE FILTH,  cussing, reader is a masochist, dacryphilia, manhandling, choking, pain kink, daddy kink, impact play, degrading pet names “whore, slut”, use of “princess”, Toji threatens to kill you like once👩🏻‍🦯, no prep, mentions of blood, stomach bulge, size kink, mind break, dumbification, no aftercare :/, angsty at the end.

authors note: 2k words, UNEDITED holy fuck this was supposed to be a short drabble but I got carried away. this is completely self indulgent, it so nasty literally how did I even think of this??? I cannot get this shitty ass dad out of my head... literally just ib this one pic🤒

You convinced him alright. Convinced him so much that he whole heartedly believed he picked up and took home a totally different person tonight. You and Toji and been together a couple of times prior, nothing too serious, went out for a drink, maybe kissed, probably rode him in his backseat. Each and every time you put on your good girl façade, always so sweet, and submissive. Following his each every command. Taking exactly what he gives and thanking him for it every time.

He thought you were sent from the gods, how could he have found someone like you, who fit just perfect under his thumb, so willing to do anything just for his attention. Yet here you were, same pretty little girl, same pretty little face, telling him “no” ???.

You were straddling his lap, on his rough leather couch, the tv lowly played a old movie which by now has left both of your minds. The dim light from the kitchen buzzing due to the bulbs starting to burn out, which completely unfazed Toji, but left you slightly annoyed.

“No?” He scoffed.

You adjusted your hands to fit onto his built shoulders had his began gripping you hips tighter and tighter.

“Nope, I don’t want my jaw to hurt in the morning” you gave him a coy smile, while tilting your head down to stare at him through your lashes.

His right hand came up and  roughly gripping your jaw. “Does it look like I fucking care?” He practically growled in your face. In all honesty he was more confused than pissed, of course he was going to immediately put you in your place, but you had him genuinely concerned, we’re you always like this? Did he do something wrong?? You tried to shake you head but due to his grip you could only move so far.

“Now, on. your. knees.” He released his grip only for his hand to move to the back of you neck waiting for you to comply. You slowly leaned in kissing the scar on his lip to kiss down to his jaw then leaning back up to whisper two little words that could make or break your night, probably both.

“Make me”

the millisecond your breathy whisper hit his ear it was over, you were done for. Say goodbye to you legs you’re probably never walking again.

The force in which he pulled you hair made you shriek. He stood up tossing you over his shoulder furiously stomping into the bedroom. He threw you onto his mattress, you couldn’t help but giggle, this is exactly what you wanted it only added to his rage. He threw off his shirt, then gripped your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed. He was immediately on top of you, his knees digging into your calves holding down your legs, has one hand gripped both of your wrists and the other tightly around your throat. You were already breathing hard due to anticipation but now he practically had you life in his hands.

“What the fuck did you do with my good little girl hmm?” His voice darkened by lust.

“I don’t know who your talking about” you laughed again, his grip tightening around your throat.

Before you could make another comment his knee was pushed up between your thighs has the hand holding your wrist bunched your shirt up exposing your bra. He ripped the right strap off  making you choke out a gasp, then he slid the rest of garment out from under you to throw it across the room. Toji mouth immediately on your breast teasing you to no avail.

“M..m..more” you choked out, you were in no right to be making demands but you really wanted to see how angry you could make him. His only reply was catching you nipple on a canine and biting down hard. You almost screamed, you thought he probably wanted to see you bleed.

He continued his teasing, you wanted to keep this game up for longer but your vision was starting to get hazy from the lack of oxygen. You started pawing at his shoulders, while wrapping you legs around his waist, quietly pleading, “I’m.. I’m sorry... T...oji..I’m...” the hand on your throat let go to harshly slap your thigh making you yelp in pain once again.

“That’s not my name. C’mon what is it?”... you met his harsh gaze, maybe just a little longer... “Toj-“ he slapped you across the face. You didn’t make a single sound but the tears pricking your eyes said enough. Lucky for you, Toji’s into that.

He met your lips in a sloppy kiss shoving his tongue down your throat. You tapped his collar bone silently signaling you needed to breathe, once he moved away he removed his pants and helped you wiggled out of yours.

“Who knew you’re such a fucking brat” he slapped your thigh again watching you squirm. His hand hovered over your already drenched cunt, as he starred right into your eyes. The flush on your chest started moving to you face. Why were suddenly getting all worked up now??

“Are you gonna give in already?, gonna be my good little whore again?”, you wanted to answer no again because he looked so hot when he was angry. The words got caught in your throat and all you could do was nod.

He lightly slapped your clit “Hmm need to hear it little girl, tell me who owns you?”

“you do....daddy” you admitted, you tilted your down, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

His calloused palm came up and caressed your jaw leaning in closer. “Are you sorry? Tell daddy your sorry for being such a brat.” He mocked making a fake pout. “M’sorry daddy, j..just wanted to make you angry.”

“I know you did princess...” He reeled his hand back to full on slap your cunt, squirming up the bed you let out a pathetic whine.

He slapped three, four more times now, and the tears started running down your face. He moved to tuck his face in the nape of your neck, leaving deep red bruises as he moved down your torso.

The muscles in his back rippled as he held himself up but the palms of his hands. God he looked so..big... not sure if he would ever explicitly admit the he liked how he overpowered you in almost every single way...but you liked it too.

There was no way you could’ve played you act for any longer, he would’ve choked you out. And would’ve done it with ease since his hand was bigger than your actual face. You knew how dangerous this was, yet still tilled wanted to play fire, but alas here you were once again, bowing to his every command.

“D..d..ddaddy..p..please..”

“Aw there she is” he lifted his face from you chest giving you one of his sickening grins. “I thought he wanted to play the little bitchy brat huh? What happened?” His voice dripping with mockery.

“N..need..you”

“How princess, you know daddy can’t help if you don-“

“please, PLEASE! need daddy’s cock! ….” you were getting impatient now, was this the most he was going to? you expected at lea-.

The scream ripped from you chest was silenced by the strong hand around your throat in a death like grip. He shoved his whole cock inside your tight little cunt, there was no prep not even when you were on the couch, he didn’t he stuff his fingers in your little cunt to stretch you out. You knew he was big, since the time he shoved his entire cock down your throat but feeling it twitch inside you making you feel like your being absolutely split open on Toji’s cock.

He gave a deep throaty chuckle, you knew how much he was enjoying this. New tears pricked from your eyes, wetting your cheeks, he moved his free hand pinching your clit between his fore finger and thumb, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. The hand on your throat gripped your hair moving so his face was flushed with yours, spatting in your ear, “You don’t cum until I say, understand?” All you could do was whine in response.

“I give you rules for a reason break them and I’ll kill you where you lay.” A threat, empty of not, it had you clenching hard around his dick. You glanced down to where you were connect, to be met with a indescribable bulge in your lower stomach.

Dear god, bless your poor cervix, he hasn’t even started moving yet  and you could feel the intrusion all the same. He started rocking his hips slight against yours, at least he was giving you sometime to adjust, all while staring two lust filled hole into your head as you writhed and whimpered underneath him. He pulled his hips back to pull out but when he’s met with the slightest sign of blood mixed with the milky white arousal coating his dick, he could’ve came right there.

He gripped your hips sinking right back into you making you scream once again. “DA-DADDY..fuck..shit..” the tears running down you face only egged him on.

“So god damn tight, maybe I should never prep you again, if you’re gonna feel like this every time” he groaned. “Such dirty little words, I would’ve punished you if you didn’t already dig yourself a grave”.

The pained moans falling from your lips were music to ears. Profanities fell from his as he continued a rough pace, your tits bouncing with every thrust. He had fucked you completely and utterly dumb, no coherent thought where making their way to you consciousness. Only daddy, Toji, and cock.

You have gotten numb to the pain but right now you were putting all you effort into not focusing on the way his dick was bruising you cervix, trying so hard not to come just from the way his pelvic bone catches your clit. You didn’t realize he was speaking to you till he lightly slapped your cheek. “Aw look at you, you’ve gone all stupid. Too bad, if you played nice I would’ve let you cum by now.” The malice in his voice made you clench around his cock, squeezing more of your arousal on his thighs. “ at least you’re taking me so well.” His breath hitched as his thrust stared getting sloppy.

“Holy fuck, keep squeezing just like that-“ you saw his abs clench, “remember you don’t cum till I say” his eyes flicked right back into yours you nodded, more like messily rolled your head around. “Holy fuck princess...” he was practically already using your cunt like a toy. With a last few harsh thrust he filled you cunt to the brim with hot, thick cum.

The groans falling from his mouth sounded almost angelic. All you could let out was a low whine met with heavy breathing. The sweat dripping down his toned chest shone from the dim light of the lamp on the corner the side table. He pulled out watching his cum drip out of you down to your asshole and onto his dark sheets.

Your body laid motionless barely opening your eyes to see him move away from edge and walk to his discarded pants. Your brain couldn’t even process this as you licked you’re tongue to wet your now dry lips.

Then it dawned that he didn’t let you cum... that fucker. You couldn’t do a single thing about it.

Because here you were unsatisfied, speechless, practically crippled, staring blankly at the ceiling. As he sat and lit a cigarette on the opposite end of the bed.

Notes: I am so sorry. There’s just something about Toji Fushiguro that I just forget how to function correctly. Um I hope you enjoyed! And that I didn’t rot ur brain too much<3

ps: ppp..ppart 2??? fluff???😏

[bemylord]

↠ toji with a virgin s/o ↞

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, aged up, size kink [?], oral [fem!receiving], virgin reader, first time, lost of virginity, praising, toji calls himself daddy, grammar errors.

word counter: 3.2k

rq: I would like to request a oneshot? a hc would be appreciated too though. Toji with a virgin gf who can’t even make herself cum? Just how he would like to destroy her :)

butler's remark: (◕‿◕) hello lord, i'm back with an oneshot with toji being tremendously tender with his lover for the first time. in addition, reader is a citizen. sorry, i did it soft, bc i think toji will super-extra-super soft for the first time with his s/o, only for the first. i hope you'll like that, thanks for the request ;)

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you've been an ordinary citizen and had never planned to date a sorcerer or someone close to this specialty. you ain't cowardly, merely as you were thinking you'll marry a simple man and will have kids with him, and die in one day like lovebirds.

you had never considered yourself being stuck in a relationship with a sorcerer killer.

you were overworked, virtually sleeping as were walking in the empty street, dreaming to get home as soon as possible, to feel the silk sheets against your back. the area where your office was located had little street lighting, although, you hadn't felt the anxiety of being robbed or something worse. the day went lingeringly and horrible due to the boss who declared you as a temporary deputy, piled you up with a stack of papers.

but, this is life, anything might happen. all of a sudden, you overheard something behind you but as you looked back - there was nobody, as soon as you turn your head to the starting position, you saw a young, skinny man who is holding a knife in his hand.

'hmm~ look who's here, a young, gorgeous lady..' he said with his disgusting, lewd voice, coming closer to you. 'would you mind playing with me? don't be shy or els-'

you have a perky personality, no doubt, but because of how hard the day was, you had one option - run for the hills. before you could do any movements as if hit the man or run away, something prompt hit him, like a swift meteorite that you couldn't see. a cloud of dust grew around you and the man, so you hide your face in the elbow curve, covering your mouth with another hand.

as soon as the dust had settled, in front of you opened up on the view of an adult man. he was high, had an athletic, broad-shouldered, pretty impressive figure. your savior held the blade in one hand, flopped on his back.

'he ran away like a coward. don't worry, girl, you saved, thanks to me' he laughed, he stroked himself on the shoulder, as were about to leave the dead body.

'no i'm not! i'd have protected myself on my own'

you refuted his smugness, watching as he slowly moves his torso in your way, flaunting his outlining muscles through the fabric of the black t-shirt. his complacent eyes and the sharp scar over the right side of the mouth on the edge of his lips. you took a deep breath, continuing on your path as he isn't standing there, not hadn't protected you.

'you're too weak to beat even him, if not me, you'd be-'

'i am stronger as i may look'

he giggled, in a flash stood in front of you, bending over to your face, by finger tugs your face up to look at him directly in eyes, smirked.

'are you sure, girl?'

those green, almost emerald, but cold eyes looked directly into yours as two faces were as closed as you could kiss his lips.

'i'll walk you home'

'i don't want to, and anyway, maybe you're his partner in crime, leave me alon-'

previous to you had finished your phrase, he threw your tiny body on his shoulder, leisurely walking, better say, carrying you home. you beat his back, softly reminiscent of a parody of the word 'let me go, moron, i can walk by myself'

'tch, fine, idiot,' he deliberately shrugged his shoulder to close your mouth as heard the name you had given him. 'by the way, what's your name or you prefer the name idiot?' you said sarcastically.

'for you it's toji'

well.

as a result of your crawl and also being talkative when clearly you shouldn't be, you ended up being in a relationship with a man, who'd obviously fuck you on the first date, as it may count as a 'date', anywhere-anytime, by the way.

although you wouldn't ever say he isn't hot or sexy, conversely, you willingly allow him to breed, precisely you'd beg toji to breed you on the straightaway on the cervix, but for one thing.

you're a virgin.

hilariously - it's true. nothing bad to be in your age a virgin, but if you weren't dating toji it'd fine: his dirty jokes and lustful eyes which are maddening you insane, also his fucking athletic body which is outlining through the t-shirt or white cotton shirt [he wear it once] you thought he did it purposely: he knew your secret, undoubtedly could sniff your chaste nature as if you can emit fragrance.

on the second date, it had been nine days since you got acquainted with him, as you moved in with him. toji was exceedingly obsessed with every step of yours - he followed you from the work, in the mall or market, for your security and control every guy who'd be close to you.

although, you couldn't hide your addiction - he's a drug you should be careful with or you might be addicted as if you ain't. he isn't wearing pants in home, walking in front of you solely in underwear. he could walk from the shower in a terry towel wrapped around his torso as he buries his hands in his dark hair mess it up.

'what are you looking at, girl?'

you couldn't take your eyes off his bulging..

'you. just you. i'm gonna cook dinner, something.. special?'

'eggs, baby'

fushiguro put hands above the door frame, exhale and tensed every muscle, narrowing predatory eyes as you were the extraction he was target for. you're laying on his king size bed [lol i'm sorry i'm out], wondering is everything he has gotten measured in king size as he interupted your reflection by putting the knee on the edge of the bed.

'mine. in your pussy'

as if you're bewitched - you couldn't talk, just contemplate as he leisurely moves towards you. you couldn't contravene as he tugs your face to ogle in your absentminded eyes as you're avoiding his gaze, looking at the ceiling or door or even window. not. at. his. bulge.

your heart had stuck in your throat when toji ran his hand under his shirt, certainly, he has a kink of dominion, when he suddenly stopped. despite of your uncertainty and timid of subsequent play, you looked at his emerald eyes as he licks his lips with a tongue.

'are you sure, baby girl? i mean, it's your first time after all'

you quell your forthcoming question staring deeply into lascivious eyes, put hands on his massive shoulders. as you anticipated, his cock twitched as toji letting out a low groan in your ear, kissing your temple. you're absentmindedly running finger pads on his back, not knowing the proximity of bodies that are readiness wanted to intertwine together. not knowing how much it turns him on.

'stop me if i go crazy over your body, okay?'

as if. as if you dare would rip out his tongue off your crotch as he makes you his woman. toji left on your red cheeks quick kisses, took off the towel. you shut your eyes tight, still holding his shoulders barely squeeze them, letting out a hushed moan.

after you quelled your moan, toji touched your lips against his one, running fingers on your lower stomach to the cup of the breast without touching the hard nipple. light movements mixed with his muted groans. his pads deftly touched one areola as you emitted a sharp purr, arching your back a little as a dulcet sign for toji.

you dug your fingers into toji's back, as he put a finger on your hard nipple, holding himself as to grab your tits and clench it in his large hand.

you gasp for the air as if there was a catastrophic shortage of it due to the pressed body of toji. you responded at his deep kiss, wrapping hands around his neck, apparently begging for something more.

he pulled away from the kiss just to take off the shirt he has given you, baring your untouched by no one but him tits, leading palms onto breasts, skipping nipples between the gaps through fingers. he reached down to your lips to give a bit of warning kiss as he slightly bit your lip, kissing all the way down to your collarbone, finally leaving there manifestations of hickeys.

for how long toji has been stopped from leaving on your stunning skin his marks? it seems it has been absolutely not many days but toji, as you may see, clearly has to leave labels on your neck.

he dug his teeth into your neck, frantically wants your area to be dotted by him as a token for everyone meaning: she's taken, dude, don't mess up with her.

for how long toji has been stopped from touching your sensitive area as having been feel warmth and tenderness is emitted from your body?

toji squeezes your nipple imponderable, to make you feel some kind of power over you becoming submitted by toji fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who owned you, spinning the pea between pads, making you let out whimpers.

'you drive me insane, little one,' he approached his face close to the breasts, touched your pea with his tongue cautiously, as not to frighten you away. 'i'm gonna make your pussy drool beneath me, completely own you as my little girl'

you feel yourself gush beneath him, burying hands in his messy hair as your breath has stuck in the throat as toji snuggles his lips on your tits, sucking your hard and probably swollen from teasing. fushiguro has made you became wet in your panties as he's moistening your breast, hearing your precipitous whimpers.

'toj-toji, i don't know-'

'tch, little girl, relax your body and let daddy do the rest'

as he pronounced, he moves down, leaving the trace of wet kisses on your stomach, massaging your hips, stopping his action to look at your red face. your chest heaves heavily every time you feel toji's silky lips on your belly as his finger pads caressing your thighs. as if something weighty is resting on your chest you take deep breathes, breathlessly exhaling.

'spread your legs'

you obediently did what he said, hesitating a bit as the only fabric holding him back to bury his mouth against your pussy, assembling all juices, tasting your cum as if it's his meal. he rested kisses on the fabric of panties, couldn't sate with tender kisses he spreads on your body.

deliberately run tongue on your labia through the thin fabric as you were about to push his hand from your crotch as toji grab you by the hips, pulling you closer. he slackens his teasing actions by kissing your inner thighs. as your cunt was lack of attention from toji, you let out a pliant whimper, approximately woefully have purred.

toji's self-restraint thinning as you're silently begging with your eyes and your hands immeasurably are burying in his dark hair. the tip of his tongue deftly sideline panties, flicked it, as he discovered a divine view on your drooling hole.

'stop me now, because i won't be able to hold back later'

teasufully kissing your labia and area around the place he should be playing with as anticipating for some pliant whimpers of you, deliberately showing you he'll lick that swollen clit, pressing a soft kiss on the skin instead. fushi's shattering your hopes of being eating every time he kissed literally everything and lick everywhere besides your hole and clit. he acts like an inexperienced teenager, notwithstanding, you know that toji'd ruin or demolish your holes like a monster.

't-toji..'

'yes, my little girl' he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit, hearing those moans he's willing to listen for the rest of his life, then take away as you were about to press his mouth back again, digging his tongue deep inside you, although he obviously couldn't reach to your cervix, barely permeate in your hole.

'you want me to eat your little pussy?'

as if you can't talk, you nodded. scarcely reached up to take off the last thing, leisurely pulling down the panties, staring at you as a predator. toji is standing on his knee on the bed, threw your ankles on his shoulders, smooching ankles watching as to how your cheeks are becoming pinky, as you try not to look at his dick. still, you're a timid one, despite your words.

he reached to your face to give you a voluptuous kiss, returning to the starting position.

'look at your pretty pussy'

he kissed your clit in a flash replace into the tongue, making a circles on swollen and needy spot, decisively giving you what've been begging for. running the tip of the tongue on your virgin hole, leaving it for the dessert, returning to your clit.

you'd swear to god you can see stars in the ceiling as toji squeezing your nipples while moistening you. the proximity of his face in your pussy is driving you insane, for the days of cohabitation you understood he isn't a tender one, vice versa, he'd fuck you whenever his dick gets erect. maybe it's a rush of tenderness, maybe it's the fear of hurting his girl. nevertheless, you not scared to give toji full control of your body and bring you to your first orgasm by ripping the hymen. if that's i may call the way he's licking you, it'd be make-out with your pussy, due to his relentless movements by flicking his tongue on the clit.

'baby,' he pulled away from it, as you squeeze a sheet, making your knuckles become whiten as you spread legs wider, watching his mocking grin appeared on the face. 'i'll be gentle' he pressed his lips on your forehead, taking from the bedside table lubrication to low the friction. although, the thought of his dick ripped the hymen, putting all his tenderness in your first time, make your knees get shaken.

he put a soft kiss on your lips, smearing lubrication on his dick, substitute cock on the entrance. abrupt and penetrating pain wavily covered your body as you feel soft lips covered your mouth, blunting the pain with one hand being dug in your hip, painting illegible traces. another hand he put on your cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, waiting till getting used to the pain.

toji will find lots of red stripes from your nails on his back, smirked, as reminiscing about that special night when he made you his woman. his broad back was made merely for you to leave thousand and thousand fingernail impressions every night. toji had let a low groan as he feels as you move fingertips to the neck, exhaling in his chest.

he entered all his dick inside you feeling as your walls compressing the base, getting used to being full with his thick cock. you're indulging at the new, mind-blowing feeling, give him sheepish kisses as you're scared to be rejected. he moves his palm from the cheek to the ear, running fingers through your tangled but soft to the touch. you nudged your hips up, intermittently letting your breath out.

'tch, if you're not feeling well, i can come-'

'more, toji, more'

without breaking up kiss, he pulled out cock to the tip as pulling it again slowly, stretching your walls, touching with the tip your cervix as his balls touching your ass, groaning in the kiss, softly caress your thigh. you moved your palms to the shoulder, touching the musculature, going down to the biceps wrapping his arm as another hand attempting to draw patterns on the back as if it a canvas for you.

you can feel every vein, curve, and the way his tip is expanding gummy walls, as toji diligently coming in, adjusting inside you then pulling out. you're focusing on how full you're with his cock inside, your clarity gradually getting mushed as the sharp pain turning into a pleasurable and delightful feeling. sating to the new feeling might get addiction, but you're far beyond to accept that, surrendering to your lover as he gets addicted to it. you grasp for his shoulders, as he nudged in you, leaving whimpers from your mouth.

'like that, huh?' he pulled his cock out to contemplate as your facial expression have changed: you furrowed eyebrows as felt your hole being empty without thick toji's cock, practically purring like a march cat. 'beg me for it, baby'

what an insatiable man you've got. he licked his lips, looking down on it. your hymen has left blood, as he glanced at you to see his future wife your reaction.

'i-i toji, it's..'

he hummed, returning to your lips, slowly giving back the missing part.

'you okay?' you nodded as a response; he's perceiving fullness as wants to fill you up, but desperately be tempered himself, blaming he didn't wear a condom to do it. a dozen of half-moons will be littering your hips as toji's digging nails, scrambled your mind with squelches pushes in your hole. 'relax, baby girl, i'm here' he thrusts inside the spongy spot, ripping another moan out of you, voluptuous to his ears. 'baby~ you tease me with those moans of yours'

his cock was aimed at a place inside your vagina, with a slow but deep thrust skillfully reaching your cervix, massaging with the tip of his cock that spot. toji's staring at your pleased, satisfied face as he found that needy place of yours.

holding on to the headboard in the bed as support, clutching the sheet with his other hand like the composure he was rapidly losing with each thrust into your hole, formerly virgin cunt, letting out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back.

wiggling the pelvis backward and forwards as heard beneath his body your whimpers, feeling replenishment on his skin to his previous strips, losing remains self-control as your walls have been clenching his cock, as your body gets shaking as his, preparing the body for the coming ecstasy.

'toji, mh~' you tilted the head back on the pillow, wrapping legs around his pelvis, quelling moans while arching back against his chest. you're milked [? correct if i'm wrong] his cock, shuddering. you felt his lips on your cheeks, as he's covering your wet face in kisses, pulling cock out.

'damn, baby, probably-' he stroke his hard cock a couple of times before releasing his cum onto your belly. fushiguro ran fingers from the hairline, wiping beads of sweat from the hairline through hair. 'are you good?'

as you're still catching your breath you rested on your face a slight smile, closing eyes. he giggled, getting out of bed.

'almost made a baby' it took him a second or two, to lift you up in my arms, leading into the bathroom. 'i'm gonna clean you up, my baby. but you could fall asleep in my arms, you did such a good job by taking my cock' he kissed your forehead, wiping your drops of sweat.

'i love you, toji'

he put you on the washing machine, turning away from you to fill the tub. what went unnoticed was his relaxed smile after your phrase.

'i love you more, little one'

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↳ back to the main master list.

i feel i made lots of mistakes, like, idk. correct me if smth i did wrong.

i remember my promise to do one more work with toji, so lately i'll write hdc + drabble with him.

[chaotic-jjk-fiction]

Purchased

Alpha Toji x Fem Omega Reader

TW: A/B/O, Omegas are treated as property, Black market selling of Omegas, Slight yandere Toji, Reader is purchased, Omegas are kept in cells, Use of feeding tube, Use of sedatives, Use of the word bitch (once) 

Toji listened to the voice mail once again taking in the information. It wasn’t the type of job he usually did, but it paid well and would be pretty easy. All they wanted him to do was to help make sure a shipment was delivered safely for 1.5 million yen. Although the cargo wasn’t specified it must be pretty valuable to offer a payment of that much, he figured it was some yakuza dealing. However, he had been having a little dip in jobs and he figured that it would be nice to just make some easy money. He called back and let them know that he would be at the given location at said time and he expected half the payment upfront before he transported anything. 

Toji showed up a bit early to inspect the area and building. It seemed just a small café, but he was sure there was more to it. The number of people he sensed didn’t match up with the size of the building that he could see, it was probably a fake storefront to act as a cover to deter cops from the underground dealings of the really going on. He entered the café at the set time and was quickly greeted by a short, older, beta man who led him back through a side door and down a short hallway. The man knocked on the door,

“He’s here.” He called out hesitantly.

“Send him in.” a voice from behind the door responded. He opened the door and motioned for Toji to enter before closing the door after Toji had entered the office, sealing himself out of the room. Toji looked around to see three alpha men and two beta men. The head alpha was sitting behind a big desk, the two beta bodyguards of either side of him. The other two alphas were seated on a sofa to one side of the room. There was a briefcase on the desk and the alpha sitting behind to opened it up and turned it around to show Toji that it was filled with money. The first half of his payment to be exact. 

“It’s all there” the alpha stated, pushing the briefcase closed. Toji stepped forward the took it, stepping back after doing so. 

“So what am I transporting?” Toji questioned. The Alpha behind the desk stood up and nodded a little in understanding. 

“Of course you’d need to know, allow me to show you the cargo you will be transporting.” The alpha walked past Toji, opening the door and motioning for Toj to follow him down the hallway. The other three alphas who had been previously sitting on the sofa got up and followed. They stopped at a door a little further down the corridor. Once opened, the door revealed a cement staircase that led down into a basement type area. Toji could sense multiple people were down there.               

He had a hunch of what this might be, and his suspicions were confirmed when they descended the staircase and into a prison of sorts. Multiple cells were containing one person each. It was an illegal omega trading ring. A nasty business where the Yakuza ran, where they sold kidnapped omegas over the black market. Toji was fairly against the practice, but he really didn’t care enough to do anything. The four of them walked past the various cages, each of the omegas seemed to be in various states of being. The alpha who was leading the group stopped at a particular cell. The omega contained inside was sitting on the bed dressed in a white summer dress. The man turned to face Toji motioning to the captive girl,  

“She is being taken to the person who bought her, and he is a very high profile client so we decided to call in someone else to assure that everything would go perfectly.” Toji nodded. 

“Once you have delivered her please return here for the rest of your payment.” Toji found it odd that he would be going alone but he really didn’t care, and so he agreed. The omega was let out and she followed Toji silently. He could tell that they had broken her spirit, and just about turned her into a submissive doll. Her scent was tainted and Toji quite frankly, found it gross. 

The delivery went incredibly smooth with no issues from any outside party, or the omega. After dropping her with the correct person who would later deliver her to the man who had purchased her, he returned to the café where he had picked her up earlier. Toji didn’t wait to be greeted, instead, he went right down into the basement where he could smell the alpha from earlier. He walked past all of the bars again, the smell of the omegas was starting to get to him. It was almost suffocating. He found the man standing outside of a particular cell watching a beta hang an IV bag full of some gross looking paste kind of thing. Toji noticed that the tube connected to the IV led into the omega’s nose. You were sleeping, but he could clearly see the way it was taped to the side of your face and running down into your nose. 

“What’s that for?” Toji couldn’t help but ask, slightly intrigued by the omega and their smell. 

“Oh” the alpha startled a little, “The bitch is high quality but she refuses to eat or be compliant in any way for that matter, but we have to keep her fed due to her value, so we use a feeding tube,” Toji grunted, continuing to watch as the beta finished putting the bag in place and walk out of the cell, locking it behind them. “If you wait a moment I’ll have someone grab your payment-” the alpha started but Toji cut him off,

“Can I go in?” The alpha paused before starting,

“Sure. She’s sedated right now, so don’t worry. She’s a bit of a biter sometimes.” The alpha instructed the beta to unlock the cell. Toji stepped inside and made his way to the small cot in the corner where you lay asleep. He gently brushed the hair out of your face, taking in all of the features, running his finger along the feeding tube taking note of how unbroken you smelled compared to the rest of the omegas in the surrounding cells. He could feel his inner alpha falling for you. He had never felt this way for any person before, and he wasn’t quite sure he liked it, but couldn’t deny it either way. Before he could think about the words coming out of his mouth, he blurted,

“I want to buy her.” His face showed just how deadly serious he was to the alpha on the other side of the bars. 

“She’s not ready to be bought yet, she’s still too resilient” The man explained. Toji had to hold back the irritation he was feeling, 

“I don’t care, I want her just like this, I’ll pay whatever you want” The man paused before slowly nodding his head. Toji’s inner alpha was doing flips with joy at the thought of being able to hold and claim you.

That day Toji carried you sedated out of the cell and took you home. He had also decided to take the sedatives and bags to paste that then men had insisted he took to assure the best possible outcome. Toji wanted to make you fall in love with him through his natural alpha power and his innate love for you, not with mind games and torture that would break you and ruin your wonderful scent. 

“Don’t worry ‘Mega, I’ll make sure you love me.”

[viciousgracearc]

LYANNA STARK IS A WARG & A GREEN SEER

I would like to preface this headcanon by saying that this is borne out of my own imagination + analysis of the text + hours of conversation with @luxfurem. There’s a very high possibility that I’m completely off the mark here and of course, you don’t have to agree with me on this headcanon specifically. But as far as this interpretation is concerned, I’M ADAPTING THIS HEADCANON IN ALL OF LYANNA’S MAIN VERSES.

THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND BEFORE READING FURTHER (based off of my PREVIOUS HEADCANON):

LYANNA IS THE KNIGHT OF THE LAUGHING TREE. I think this is as good as canon at this point.

RHAEGAR FOUND OUT THAT LYANNA WAS THE KNIGHT OF THE LAUGHING TREE. As a sort of acknowledgment, he crowned her The Queen of Love and Beauty by the end of the tourney at Harrenhal. It doesn’t go any deeper than that (a.k.a. they’re not secretly in-love, sorry).

THE MAD KING ALSO FOUND OUT AND ORDERED FOR LYANNA’S ARREST. I’ve written extensively about this in the headcanon linked above, but pretty much the mad king was triggered by the KOTLT and couldn’t let shit go.

ADDITIONALLY, CONTRARY TO FANON:

LYANNA DID NOT RUN AWAY WITH RHAEGAR TO ESCAPE THE BETROTHAL WITH ROBERT. While I don’t think Lyanna was the most eager to be married to Robert Baratheon (or to be married at all ), I also don’t think she ran away with Rhaegar to escape her betrothal. She could have run away, point blank period. But with a married prince? I don’t think so. (Considering too, that Lyanna’s initial reservation against Robert was his inability to keep to one bed. Based off of that alone, I don’t think Lyanna would willingly participate in infidelity of any kind. In this separate essay I will –)

LYANNA WAS DUTIFUL to a certain degree, but not in the same way as Brandon could have been or Eddard was. Lyanna’s upbringing was focused on being a proper lady who would marry a highborn lord someday, so she can pop off male heirs. She won’t inherit Winterfell, unlike Brandon, and she’s not even next in line unlike Ned. The expectations of her were quite different compared to the expectations of her brothers, thus, she wasn’t as committed as they were to the idea of duty, or at least not in the same way. That being said, she still held her family’s honor to great esteem and she went out of her way to defend and uphold that honor.

LYANNA WAS NOT SELFISH. I see this around a lot and it’s the most mind-boggling of all. This was the girl who, at 14 years old, was ready to throw down against three grown squires to defend the honor of her father’s bannerman. She later fought in a tourney and won, and asked the lords that the squires served to teach them manners. If she would go that far to defend a sworn bannerman to House Stark, who was not just being bullied but also discriminated upon because of his culture, then I’m pretty certain she’s the type to stand up to injustice without regard for herself. In that similar vein, I don’t think she would besmirch her family’s honor on a whim, knowing how seriously she took the meaning of that honor as made clear by her defense of Howland Reed.

Now that we’ve gotten all of those out of the way, it’s time to dive in into the void.

As is already previously established by canon, ALL STARK CHILDREN ARE WARGS. I know this mostly pertains to the six children of Eddard and Catelyn Stark, but there’s literally no reason why it could not extend to the generation of Starks that came before them. Brandon and Lyanna for example, possess the legendary “wolf-blood” of the Starks of old, and thus are tied very closely to the Stark mythos of being descended from the First Men. According to AWOIAF, “Greenseers had the greensight and were wargs as well.” While not all wargs are greenseers, we have evidence in Bran that the greensight is definitely alive and well in the Stark line (and in the North, as evidenced by Jojen Reed, a crannogman, and Brynden Rivers a.k.a. Bloodraven, whose mother was a Blackwood).

Following this logic, I don’t think it’s far-fetched at all to say that Lyanna might have been a green seer (and a warg). The ability in Bran was triggered by his fall, whereas it almost came too easily and too naturally to Rickon. Rickon and Bran shared the same dream about Ned’s death (which they predicted even before Maester Luwin made the announcement), and Rickon also knew when Catelyn and Robb left that they would never see them again.

In Lyanna’s case, I don’t think she knew what she was (I don’t think the Starks ever realized how closely they were tied to what’s left of magic in the world). She knew she was said to have the wolf-blood, which she thought had something to do with her temperament (a trait she shared with Brandon). By all accounts, Lyanna was wild and brave; she thrived off of independence and did not do well with restrictions. She rode horses “like she was half a horse herself” according to Roose Bolton, and maybe that’s because she understood horses like no ordinary human could?

I’ve already headcanoned that my Lyanna is a warg, so I’m going to take it a step further and say that she’s a green seer as well. No, she’s not as good at it as Bran, mainly because it was not a talent she cared to develop. But this ability ties her up with Rhaegar, who we know to be prophecy-obsessed. This even ties her up with with the Ghost of High Heart, who Rhaegar sought out time and time again just to hear her foretell the future, no matter how disjointed these predictions were.

So my theory essentially is that Lyanna had a run in with a wildling (most likely raiders caught by Rickard’s men) and before this wildling was executed, they told Lyanna something about the same prophecy that consumed Rhaegar to the end of his days. I imagine it had something to do with blue roses and blood, which are the images / symbols closely associated with Lyanna. I also imagine it mentioned the same fire and ice prophecy that Rhaegar so determinedly chased throughout his short life. In addition, I also think that on the way home from Harrenhall, Lyanna contracted a fever which triggered her green dreams. This drove home the urgency of the prophecy and you could even say, it gave Lyanna clues — about what she should do and where she should go to play her part in it.

In my FIRST HEADCANON, I speculated that Rhaegar (a good year after Harrenhal) went to rescue Lyanna in the Riverlands from his father’s men (who found out she was the Knight of the Laughing Tree), but I also think that for some reason they were fated to cross each other’s path, and they knew it, because by this point both of them were aware of the prophecy (by virtue of each of them being in contact with green seers, by virtue of Lyanna being a green seer herself albeit an untrained and unskilled one). But before any plans were set in motion, they visited the Ghost of High Heart to confirm the prophecy, and only then did they decide that yes, for mankind, we will fulfill our roles in this prophecy TOGETHER.

Worth noting: At some point, Lyanna realized that the prophecy, to come into fruition, would have to mean her death (blue roses and blood). But after everything she’d seen through her green dreams and after what she’d been told by the wildling green seer, by Rhaegar, and by the Ghost of High Heart, she determined that this cause — saving the world — was worth losing her life over.

Something you have to understand about Lyanna Stark: she wanted to be more than just someone’s betrothed, someone’s wife, someone’s mother. This prophecy — to a young, idealistic, romantic, wild, and by all accounts, good girl — was almost irresistible. This was something bigger than herself; she had a real chance to do something here, to be both the maiden AND the hero in a tale where she saves the realm from an ominous threat (and wasn’t Lyanna like Sansa in this way? In love with stories of maidens and heroes?). The KOTLT incident showed us that Lyanna had a strong sense of morality, and also a penchant for risky yet grand gestures of bravery. Saving the world was the kind of thing that she would not even think twice of doing, no matter the cost to herself.

Things Lyanna did not foresee: Brandon’s reaction to the news that she was missing and Brandon’s fast assumption that it was Rhaegar who took her. AT MOST, LYANNA EXPECTED THEY WOULD NOTICE HER ABSENCE AND WOULD ASSUME SHE RAN AWAY FROM HER BETROTHAL, BUT FOR HER BROTHER TO ACCUSE THE CROWN PRINCE AND STORM THE CAPITAL WHILE DOING SO… DID NOT OCCUR TO HER. Also, IMPORTANT: Lyanna and Rhaegar had no idea about Rickard and Brandon’s death until after the Battle of the Bells, when Gerold Hightower finally found them in TOJ and asked Rhaegar to return to King’s Landing. By this time, Lyanna was already pregnant.

Whether or not Rhaegar and Lyanna were right about the prophecy doesn’t really matter here. They could be completely wrong. Dany could be the TPWWP and not Jon. Heck, it could be Aegon (who really isn’t Aegon, LBR). Basically, this was just how they interpreted the prophecy, and they both paid in blood for it. Since they’re both alive in mine and Bubbles’ main timeline verses, the blood is of their loved ones, which was infinitely worse for both of them than if it were their own blood.

Is this a ship now? Well, no. At least not during TOJ, and heck, not many years after that. Lyanna was miserable in that tower and I can’t imagine Rhaegar was all too happy either. They’re doing what they thought they had to do, and Lyanna was going into it thinking she would die. All things considered, that might have been her preferred outcome, now that she knew just how much blood she had to pay to assume the role that would make the prophecy come true. The only real consolation in the aftermath was Ned’s forgiveness and the fact that Jon was kept alive because her brother loved her enough to give up his honor for her. But even then, it was a bitter consolation, and Lyanna would spend all her life trying to make up for her mistakes.

[marvelouspeterparker]

toj: let him hear (unwanted attention pt 2)

pairing: jealous!tom holland x reader

summary: when tom notices just how much harrison likes you, he decides to claim what’s his.

warnings: um lol there are some sins

word count: 1081

A/N: this is my first smut so yeah don’t hate me

As the evening went on, you tried your best to include Harrison in the conversation and to make him laugh. So far, you were succeeding and the thought made you quite happy, you felt accomplished. You just hated when people were upset at you or when they just felt a little off. Tom knew that, but that doesn’t mean he exactly liked it in this particular moment.

You had just told a joke to Harrison that made his eyes water, he couldn’t control his laughter. “Love-stop, please,” he wheezed out, shaking his head, “I can’t breathe.”

Tom having had enough, carried you off of his lap, and marched straight into your bedroom. He closed the door and cornered you against the wall. “Hey! Tom what are you do-“ Before you could finish, Tom cut you off with a needy kiss, it was the most possessive kiss you’d ever had. Both his hands were holding your face, pulling you into him. 

You pulled away slightly, “Tommy,” you knew that nickname calmed him down, but this time it only turned him on, he growled lowly in response, “what’s wrong?” Both your hands were on his chest, holding him back slightly, so he wouldn’t avert the question with another hungry kiss.

“Harrison,” he mumbled.

“What about Harrison?” You asked, confused.

Sighing, he let go of you, “he’s been gazing at you all afternoon, I walked in and he was ogling your chest, all your attention has been on him instead of me, I’m just...” he trailed off. 

“Jealous?” You asked, a little turned on. 

“Plus you’ve been squirming on my lap all day, love, that hasn’t exactly helped.” He put his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, “you’re mine, love and he needs to realize that.” 

“Well of course he knows that, Tom,” you tried reasoning with him. 

“Well he’s not acting like it,” he pointed out.

Before you could answer, Tom kissed you again, backing you up slowly until you hit the bed. As you were about to lie down on it, Tom grabbed your waist and somewhat roughly, threw you onto it, turning you on even more. His gaze was the darkest you’ve ever seen it, eyes hooded with lust. He took his shirt off and threw it elsewhere. Slowly, he climbed on top of you to capture your lips in another heated kiss.  

Tom was sucking and biting at your lips, slowly, his tongue passed through them, dancing with yours, tasting you. He peppered wet kisses down your cheek, to your neck, leaving love bites until he reached your sweet spot. You moaned softly, putting both your hands in his curls. 

Tom started grinding, softly on your clothed core, making you moan even more, you were trying your best to be quiet. Needing more friction, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing him down further.

“There’s my girl,” he muttered in your neck. Stopping his actions for a quick second, he pulled your shirt up of your head, and skillfully removed your bra with one hand. “I think I’ve gotten better at that,” he smiled cheekily. Same old Tom.

Getting back into things, he returned to your neck, this time going down until he reached your breasts. Kneading one nipple with one of his hands, while sucking on the other, you were left a writhing mess underneath him, your back arching, causing friction between your still-clothed core and Tom’s growing bulge. 

Kissing down your stomach, while making sure to keep eye contact with you, he pulled your shorts down, before kissing where you needed him most. “Tom,” you whined. 

“What is it darling?” he asked, smirking. 

“Just do something,” you begged. 

“Whatever you need, princess,” he replied before hastily sliding down your underwear. Lifting your legs, he kissed your inner thighs until he reached your core. 

Suddenly, you stopped him, “wait, Tom,” 

“What is it, darling?” “Harrison is still here, what if he hears?” you worried.

“Let him hear,” he said before diving in and softly kissing your exposed cunt, making you breathe in sharply. Slowly, he brought his tongue in making you go crazy. He licked soft, long stripes up and down, teasing you, before sucking on your clit. 

Tom started sucking harder, licking faster until you were grinding your hips up and down, uncontrollably. Tom’s tongue made you go crazy. With Tom holding your hips down, you had nowhere else to go. You were a moaning mess. 

“That’s right, darling, I want everyone to hear how good I make you feel,” he praised you. 

You brought your hand to his hair, pulling harshly, making him groan into you. He kept going until you finally came onto his tongue, “Oh God! Tom!” 

Licking you clean, he crawled back up and kissed you passionately, “You taste amazing, darling.” You smiled at him before kissing him once again.

Tom moved his hand down to hold you around your waist; your leg went around his. He deepened the kiss before you felt his hand slip down between your wet folds. You moaned into the kiss. “Good girl,” Tom said in between kisses, “I want to hear you, love.” Tom’s praising turned you on even more, making you moan even more. His fingers started pumping in and out of you, slowly at first, but things got more heated. 

You reached down and started stroking Tom’s member, as you picked up the pace, Tom started hitting your G-spot repeatedly at the same pace as you. You came almost instantly. Tom came a little after you, “Oh, I love you so much, angel,” he said before kissing you.

Waiting for you to come down from your high, Tom trailed wet kisses all over your breasts and kneaded your nipples, prolonging your orgasm.

A few minutes later, the door opened slightly, Harrison’s head popped in, “Uh-guys… I think I’m gonna go now…” 

Forgetting that you were completely naked, you got up to say goodbye, “Oh! Bye Harrison-“

Both Tom and Harrison’s eyes widened, for two completely different reasons. 

“Love, no!” Tom quickly covered you with the sheets as Harrison stood like a deer caught in headlights, he couldn’t look away. 

“Um…” 

“Harrison,” you started, “I would run if I were you…” 

Harrison’s eyes widened even more, if that was even possible before everything registered in his mind. Quickly, he ran, as Tom grabbed the nearest pillow before chasing him down the hallway.

Let’s just say Harrison learned to knock from then on.

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[malo-morgen]

RULES: tag ten followers you want to know better!

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TAGGING: argh idk who to tag because i feel like it’d be playing favourites. Feel free to do this if you see it - I love reading people’s tag games.

STAR SIGN: Virgo

HEIGHT: 1.65ish m

PUT YOUR ITUNES/SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 4 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects

Algo Pequeñito - Daniel Diges

Moderna djevojka - Prljavo kazalište

Blame Me - Molotov

GRAB THE BOOK NEAREST YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17?

“Valjda bi na toj srušenoj polovini ulice ipak ostao neki trag, zgrčeni fosil kamena temeljca” from Jedan od onih života by Đorđe Balašević.

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU?

No, thankfully, because I probably would’ve died of embarrassment lmao

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR?

Haha I do a lot of embarrassing things but I don’t play air guitar that often so idk a few months ago maybe

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH?

I have so many celebrity crushes that I can’t think of anyone in particular right now who stands out. What a boring answer :((( all my crushes are old or really obscure... or dead cosmonauts Fuck it, let’s just say Ermal Meta who is also kind of old

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE + SOUND YOU LOVE?

I hate people honking their horn in traffic at every little thing.

I love that thwuck sound of a tennis ball being hit perfectly.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

No

HOW ABOUT ALIENS?

Hmmmm. Maybe aliens as in some form of intelligent life somewhere else. But not like little green evil monsters.

DO YOU DRIVE?

Yes. I love driving! Until i have to parallel park.

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED?

I’ve scratched my car on a wall and a fence but i’ve never hit anyone else. 

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?

Making Sense: The Glamorous Story of English Grammar by David Crystal about a month ago.

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE?

I used to love it when I was a kid but I find it gross now.

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW?

I saw Searching a couple of days ago and really enjoyed it tbh

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD?

Hmm I’ve never injured myself very badly but omg one time in PE in high school, we were playing dodgeball and a girl ...zunula.. what’s the word... like flung the ball so hard at me and i didn’t see it early enough so when I went to catch it, my hand wasn’t in proper position and it hit the side of my right thumb which absolutely killed for a few days and now my thumb is a tad crooked :( (and i didn’t even catch the ball so i was out smh). anyway csb!

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW?

lol i obsess over so many things all the time. maybe right now, tennis is taking up more of the space in my head & heart than some of the others.

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG?

Yes tbh but it depends on what they did - i can usually let small things go.

IN A RELATIONSHIP?

No

[rhegar]

Show!Rhaegar: You’re Not Really Meant to Look That Deeply into Him.

Or, How Game of Thrones Bastardized Rhaegar to Unbastardize Jon. 

So, now that I can finally access the internet from my computer for an unlimited amount of time, I wanted to write down what you’re meant to make of show!Rhaegar, why he annulled his marriage to Elia (even though that shouldn’t even be possible) and how close he is to being book!Rhaegar. And while we’re at it, let me tell you all the reasons why book!Rhaegar would never do such a thing (even if he could.)

I have definitely gotten a lot of inspiration and ideas from @lyannas and @oadara especially about annulment and the complications of Jon being and then not being a bastard, and gotten a lot of useful info from A Wiki of Ice and Fire.  So huge thanks <3 The article contains mentions of rape and dubious consent. 

To begin this, we need to take a look back on what the show has made of Rhaegar so far, and the differences between the show and the book depictions. 

1. In season one, Robert mentions Rhaegar’s kidnapping of Lyanna, but not in detail, just that Rhaegar did something bad to Lyanna. At the end of the season, in episode 10, Bran mentions specifically that Rhaegar kidnapped Lyanna and that Robert started a war for that and killed him, but Lyanna died. Somewhere in the middle of the season, Jorah mentions that Rhaegar was the last dragon while “Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake” painting Rhaegar, for the first time on the show, in a positive light. 

Now, one thing in season one that interested me that nobody else ever notices (or if they do notice, they never talk about it) is when Jon was having a talk with Aemon. I always watched this conversation carefully as it is the first time that Jon communicated with a Targaryen and heard him speak of the family. One odd thing that Aemon said that I noticed is, (as well as I can remember) “But when I heard how they murdered my brother’s son, and his poor son, and the children... even the little children,” and then Aemon later clarifies the line of the latest Targaryen kings on the show, saying that his father was Maekar, and then Aemon’s brother Aegon V (Egg) ruled after him, and then came his son Aerys. This is unlike the books where Aerys is actually the son of Jaehaerys II, not Aegon V, so there’s a king in between that the show skipped. 

Back to the first quote now. When Aemon said “They killed my brother’s son,” he was talking about Aerys. “And his poor son,” that’s Rhaegar. Why would Aegon talk about Rhaegar especially that way? Was there some type of connection between them? Why would Aemon sympathize with Rhaegar especially? In the books, we know that Aemon exchanged letters with Rhaegar, but on the show, Aemon is now dead and we never knew (unless there’s going to be a flashback or if someone is going to find Rhaegar’s letters in Aemon’s records at Castle Black, but I don’t personally think the show gives so much regards to continuity or that Castle Black is going to exist for very long at all.)

2. In season 3, Barristan gives Dany a talk about Rhaegar and how he fought at the battle of the trident and how his men died for him because they believed in him and loved him. Again, Rhaegar is painted in a positive light, as a charismatic and well-loved leader who inspired loyalty. 

3. In season 4, the very first episode. Oberyn finally appears to give us the perspective of Elia’s family on Rhaegar’s deeds. Oberyn calls Rhaegar “beautiful and noble” sarcastically and says that he left Elia for another woman after Elia had been nothing but good and kind to him and his children. He also went as far as to say that Elia loved Rhaegar. What kind of love did he mean? Did she truly love Rhaegar or was she “fond” of him? We can’t tell. 

4. In season 5, the writers seemed to be in a hurry to catch up with reminding us who Rhaegar is, by inserting talks about him twice in one episode, for pretty long conversations. That is, of course, episode 4, in which Littlefinger tells Sansa the story of the tourney of Harrenhal as we all know it, quite objectively, and then asks, “How many men had to die because Rhaegar chose your aunt?” and Sansa replies, “Yes, he chose her, and then he kidnapped her and raped her.” The second time he is mentioned in that episode shows how much contrast there is between the two ways people see Rhaegar, when Barristan again paints him in a positive light by telling Dany that he liked to walk among the people, sing to them, give money to orphans and poor singers, and that he never liked killing, but loved singing. 

5. And of course, in season six, came the (bastardized) conversation between Ned and the three (now two) Kingsguard at the ToJ, most importantly Arthur. Ned reminds them of Rhaegar’s defeat and asks them why they weren’t there to protect him, and Arthur replies that Rhaegar wanted them at the ToJ. And at the end of the season, Bran presses play and we resume watching this scene, leading up to the big R+L=J reveal. 

6. In season seven, we are told that he (somehow????) convinced the High Septon at the time to annul his (four-year, consummated) marriage to Elia and married him to Lyanna (or to “someone else” as Gilly puts it, but we all know it’s Lyanna) in a secret ceremony in Dorne. 

So, what has the show missed?

1. In all of this, there isn’t a peep about the prophecy, when in the books we are told three times that Rhaegar cared about it and it motivated his actions a great deal: a. At the House of the Undying b. When we’re told that he found a scroll that changed his life and made him feel that he “must become a warrior” and c. When Maester Aemon discusses his communications with Rhaegar concerning the prophecy with Sam. So, as much as the show is concerned, Rhaegar never even heard the word prophecy, and would think The Prince that Was Promised was the name of a rock band if he heard of him. 

So, the part of Rhaegar’s character that escaped with Lyanna because they must have a child together who is ice + fire (and I plan on exploring why this had to be the case, why Lyanna specifically when he could have had a third child on any milkmaid or handmaiden on Dragonstone with no political consequences) basically doesn’t exist on the show. Show!Rhaegar was NOT motivated by the prophecy (and I know one could argue that he is but we just haven’t heard that yet, but I personally find it weird that we haven’t heard about this whatsoever in seven seasons, when we could have seen the scene at the HotU or at least been told by Aemon or even Barristan).

2. Rhaegar as a melancholic (potentially clinically depressed) person and an intellectual scholar is not mentioned. Again, in the books, those are important aspects of Rhaegar’s personality that also seemed to motivate his actions and affect his way of thinking. 

3. Rhaegar as a politician is not mentioned. We don’t hear anything about the rift between him and his father, his plans to establish a regency/overthrow Aerys, his possible involvement in organizing the tourney of Harrenhal, and the fact that he held his own court at Dragonstone and had his own backing. Show!Rhaegar doesn’t seem to have politics in mind much either.

So, what does the show tell us about Rhaegar?

That Rhaegar never once thought of himself as a prophetic figure/a father to one. That he was a man who liked the smallfolk and mingling with them. That Rhaegar was charismatic, well-loved, the last dragon, and seemed like a sympathetic figure to someone as smart as Maester Aemon. And finally, that he ran away with Lyanna Stark and annulled his marriage for her, and at this point, only one reason for that is left by process of elimination: Love. 

So, basically what the show did, is try to simplify Rhaegar into someone that the viewer doesn’t need to look too deeply into. He was a spirited singer who didn’t care about politics but loved the people (who here wants to bet that show!Rhaegar also called all the nobles fake, made fun of fat noblewomen and made a lot of dick jokes?) and he was married to Elia for political reasons/because he needed to marry someone, but along came Lyanna Stark, he fell in love, and set aside everything (including his own family) to marry her, not even caring about all the political repercussions because, hey, he’s spirited! And all the nobles are fake! Who cares about politics, kids? Of course he later paid with his life and the lives of his entire family, but who cares, still got laid.

It’s basically the same thing that the show did with Jaime. Take a complex character that has a core struggle and a life mission, simplify it into a one-dimensional character that doesn’t really require any effort to understand or depict. The writers of the show know that they don’t have nearly as much talent or IQ as it takes to depict either of them with their full complexity and depth in the books, so they simplified things up for themselves and for the members of the audience that don’t really want to look too deeply into things either. 

Now, if we look completely away from Rhaegar... why would the showmakers do this whole annulment nonsense, you say? Why did they waste screentime on it and energy writing it? Because Jon Snow is their favorite, and bastardy is such a bad thing (not just an invented and bigoted Westerosi social stigma) that, on his nameday, they decided to take it away and give him legal rights to a kingdom that he never wanted, fought for or thought of having. Even though bastardy wouldn’t have affected his ability to be a hero, and even though we already have a legal claimant with an army and three dragons, who’s struggled and fought plenty for that kingdom, there’s a small problem: She’s a woman, and she’s not everyone’s favorite like Jon Snow is. Must keep the ratings up, guys. 

Now, as to all the reasons why book!Rhaegar would never annul his marriage to Elia (even if it were possible, which it isn’t, because their marriage was beyond a shadow of doubt consensual and consummated, and Rhaegar needs to be a king to set her aside and take another wife, which he wasn’t yet. Source) (UPDATE: Linda Antonsson, a writer who has collabed with GRRM on A World of Ice and Fire and is very familiar with ASOIAF content, has said on twitter in criticism for the episode that the idea of an annulment is bizarre and that it would be very difficult for Rhaegar to obtain one and the fact that those “records” exist in the citadel is very odd. I also asked her if she knows for sure that an annulment would make Rhaenys and Aegon bastards, and she said there’s no definite answer but it’s likely that yes. Her twitter)

1. Let’s assume that Rhaegar absolutely held no value for Elia whatsoever and had no problem giving her the ultimate humiliation of annulment. Elia is a princess of Dorne, and Dorne has only ever joined the fold of Westeros by marriage. No Targaryen king was able to defeat Dorne and forcibly make it kneel to him. If Elia is returned to Dorne with such an insult as setting her aside, this threatens that Dorne might disassociate itself from the rest of Westeros again, taking away a huge asset from Rhaegar (the Dornish were his biggest allies against his father.)

2. For reasons mentioned here by Lyannas, it’s most likely that this annulment would result in Rhaenys and Aegon to become bastards. Not only would Rhaegar not do that to his children who are also important prophetic figures to him (two heads of the dragon) but also it threatens civil war in the future. If Dorne decides to not only remove itself from Rhaegar’s backing but also align themselves behind Aegon against Lyanna’s (”legitimate”) children in the case that Rhaegar does become the king and the line of succession continues normally, a civil war similar to the Blackfyre Rebellion could break and the future of House Targaryen will be majorly threatened. Who has time for that when you’re trying to stop a zombie apocalypse? 

Book!Rhaegar may have been a lot of things, but he wasn’t that big an idiot as to jeopardize his future on the throne and the future of his children like this. But of course, show!Rhaegar who was practically an idiot had no problem with all that.

I want to conclude by saying that we have been looking at show!Rhaegar the wrong way. We’ve all had book!Rhaegar in mind while thinking about show!Rhaegar, but the truth is, they’re two completely different people. And while book!Rhaegar is smart and sensible enough to know that he couldn’t and shouldn’t annul his marriage to Elia, show!Rhaegar, who is merely a wasteful bastardization of everything that Rhaegar is, totally would. He’s a miracle man who was able to obtain an annulment from a marriage as steady as rocks because he’s THE Rhaegar Targaryen. And while thousands of metas and rereadings have been done to understand the dilemma of book!Rhaegar, show!Rhaegar only needs you to clear your mind of book!Rhaegar, forget about any depth or intellect or savior complex, watch the show, and enjoy his jackassery. 

Oh, poor George...