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[tojisun]

I’m new on Tumblr so I’m not sure if this is how I request if it’s not then please do ignore but if it is then honey would you do a little something with Toji inspired in Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey but without any mention of drugs, please, I already have too many troubles with family members regarding that lol 🥲

If u can do that I throughly appreciate that I was listening to that song the other day and couldn’t help but imagine Toji as our old man 🥺 (even tho I’m 22 I like that age gap girl I can’t with him 😩)

OMFG THIS TROPE AND SONG MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH TOJI EVEN MORE!!!

okie so i dont really know what it is you had in mind but i hope you will like this one <33 im sorry it took so long, but thank you so much for this req babes and take care!! // off to the races

!! age gap (reader's in her 20s, toji’s in his late 30s), clubbing, brief mentions of alcohol, possessive toji, hinted sugar daddy toji, smut (slight praise kink and dacryphilia kink)

special shoutout to the amazing feya (@iwaizoomiess) for proofreading my longest smut work and hyping me up <3

There is a steeping desire in Toji’s loins as he watches you dance with your friends, your hands clutching theirs as your hips swayed and your waist rolled along the beat. 

The club is packed and the many coloured lights flicker about but even then, Toji’s full attention is just glued on you. People have even paused to watch you, admiration and desire coursing through their veins. 

Toji knows the feeling. Oh, how he knows the feeling.

You are beautiful as you are. Even with loose pajamas and messy hair; even when you are trembling in sadness and crying, collapsing in Toji’s arms, and whispering wet pleas that he does not leave you—and he would never—you are beautiful. 

But there is a certain beauty rolling off of you tonight as you seize control and attention on the dance floor. You are alight like a beacon of wet dreams—graceful even amidst the hyper bodies, seductive even with the smeared mascara dripping down your cheeks, and so, so tempting.  But they could never come close and touch you because everyone knows. Even though they can’t see Toji, they know. 

You are off limits. 

You will always be off limits to everyone because Toji has no plans of letting you go. Not in this lifetime, not in this universe. 

I’m blessed, Toji thinks as he tips his snifter into his lips and gulps the brandey as though it could quench the thirst that’s been bubbling from the pit of his stomach. There’s a goddess on the dance floor and she chose me. 

Toji places the glass back on the table and stands.

It’s time to bring you home.

You giggle, head thrown back as laughter racks your body from your belly up, shaking your shoulders and crinkling your eyes until all the colours blend together, suspending the world in a singularity driven by the unabashed joy and the booming music. Belatedly you note that there are tears running down your cheeks, washing away your carefully crafted makeup in the wake of infectious laughter.

For the briefest of moments, it felt like fire thrums in your veins rather than blood. You feel the scourge of power beating in your chest that muffles every fear you have ever known and every anxious thoughts that have eaten you up until you are all hollowed.

A touch on your shoulder pulls you back into reality and you peel your eyes open, blinking blearily as your surroundings zone back in. The fire sizzles, leaving your tongue heavy with the phantom taste of ash. The world of music and loud voices, of hands that wander and minds that spiral—this is the world you come to.

(It is the world with him, however, and you feel like you could breathe again.)

You turn, almost lost, feeling the stuttering in your heart as you search for steely eyes. Ah, you think once you meet them, there they are. 

“Darlin’,” Toji whispers, stepping into your space until he is all you can breathe in. “Look at you.” Scarred palms cup your cheeks, stroking where the damp skin is at and certainly erasing more of your makeup, but you stay rooted in your place, peering up at him. 

Toji bends down and noses at your hair, hands trailing from your hips until they are clutching your sides. “So pretty for me.”

A low whining sound reverberates from your throat, your hands coming up to fist his jacket. He chuckles, nuzzling closer, looking pleased at seeing you melt because of him.

“Toji-san,” you whisper, voice breathy and light. Your eyes flutter at each soft caress over your hips where Toji’s thumbs swipe, your skin dimpling at each of their digs. 

“Yes, baby?” He asks, voice grave and deep, almost guttural in desire. 

Your words melt on your tongue, and your mind swims, unable to string any more sentences, rendering you speechless. You are left to gasp out his name in response. 

Toji chuckles, endeared and in awe at how drunk you are off him. 

“My pretty girl,” he says, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. “Can’t even think right. S’why you need me, yeah?” He drops his lips on the tip of your ear, hovering like a teasing kiss. Goosebumps rise on your flesh, your cheeks bursting in flames as hunger expands in your stomach. 

“S’why you keep making me come for you.” 

Toji’s no longer asking. His voice dropped and you blink, breath hitching at the low timbre of his voice. 

“N-no,” you find yourself replying, voice quiet and weak—just like your denial.

Toji huffs a humourless laugh, shaking his head as he does so, before pulling away. 

No-!

You jolt, hands coming up to grab his leather jacket and yanking him back in your space. He stumbles, eyes growing wide at the action before quickly regaining his footing, his arms encircling around you to keep you two from slipping. Still, despite the fumbling, you do not look away from him, refusing to break eye contact as you find the right words to refute your lie.

Because yes, he’s right. Yes, you need Toji. Yes, you want him to chase you wherever you go. Yes. Yes. Yes.

There is not a world where you do not want Toji bursting from your shadows, ready to pull you back into his embrace because home—even after travelling miles away, hopping around from one hotel to another with your pockets heavy of Toji’s love—is with him. 

There is not a world where you do not need him. Where you do not need his saving.

“Toji-san, I–”

Toji catches your lips and kisses you like he knows. 

He gathers you in his arms, pulling until you are impossibly flushed: your breasts are flat on his chest, your hands clumsily finding leverage in his embrace. A hand cups the base of your head, holding it securely as Toji moves to deepen the kiss. 

His teeth nip your bottom lip and you gasp, instinctively pulling away, but Toji growls—a warning—and you freeze, falling lax and melting, putty in his arms as his tongue finds yours. A mewl creeps into your lips and Toji devours it whole. 

It is Toji who pulls away and you gasp, breathing in air hungrily, your hooded eyes watching the way Toji’s tongue pokes out to lick the sliver of spit in the corner of his lips. 

“Taste good?” You ask, your arms coming up to tangle around his neck loosely.

Toji grins. “Y’r pussy tastes better.” He kisses your forehead softly as though he didn’t just render you speechless. “C’mon princess, lemme show you how much I missed you.”

“Okay.” You kiss his chin.

He smiles. “Good girl.”

Toji pushes the head of his cock in slowly, dragging out the intrusion causing the stretch to burn deliciously. You whine, lifting your hips up from the bed, but Toji just tuts and presses his free hand flat on your belly, pushing you back down.

“Be patient,” he murmurs, going back to pressing another inch in, his sharp eyes zoned in on your trembling hips and your glistening heat. 

“Fuck,” you mewl, clawing the sheets, numb to everything but the steady slide of Toji’s cock. You tremble under him, skin flushed and warm, your breath coming out ragged.

Toji hums, his brows furrowed as he reels from the pleasure. You’re squeezing around him so well, plush walls twitching and hungrily sucking him in. He can feel the sweat building on his palm where it lays on your belly, but Toji stays resolute in taking things slow.

Another inch breaches your walls and Toji watches raptly as you throw your head back into the pillows, exposing the column of your neck. 

Beautiful. You are utterly beautiful.

“Toji-san, please!” 

Weeping eyes turn to him and Toji almost loses his resolve, feeling the last tendrils of his patience slowly ebbing away. His hips stutter as he breathes in heavily, grasping at his slipping sanity before he can ruin his hard-work.

“Just a few more inches, princess. A few more, okay? You’re doing so good for me, baby.” Toji presses a kiss below your heaving chest, peppering a few more over your ribs.

You nod weakly, a broken hum of, “Okay,” making it past your lips before another moan weaves out from between your teeth as Toji pushes himself in more. Your legs jump, feeling the head of Toji’s length brush a sensitive spot along your walls.

A long keen rumbles from your throat, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you twitch at the sharp pleasure that engulfs you whole. 

“Fuck, y’feel amazing,” Toji hisses, shaking from the exertion, his free hand gripping your waist to tether himself as he feels you squeeze tighter around him. “Just. Just a lil’ more, baby. We’re almost there.”

You whimper, sobbing as you nod weakly. Toji croons, pushing the last inch in, stuffing himself to the hilt. You garble a half-moan and a half-cry, dizzy at the feeling of being so full, and Toji pauses, overwhelmed by how snug your pussy feels around him.

“Good, right?” Toji asks after a moment of numbing bliss, head turned to peer at you and smiling softly as if he’s not hilt-deep in you. You hum shakily, eyes closing as Toji wipes away your tears. He presses kisses over your shut eyes before straightening up. 

Wide palms grip your sides as Toji slowly pulls out, not quite dragging out the slide this time as his patience finally reached its limit, but still not quite frantic yet either.

Yet.

He watches you breathe in deeply and quickly, in awe of the way your body involuntarily flinches at each thrust. 

“Love you, baby,” he says, before slamming in. 

You don’t even get to process Toji’s whispered confession as pleasure bursts in you. 

A scream scratches at your throat and you jolt, dizzy from the sudden change in pace. Toji grunts, eyes screwed shut, his hips beginning to piston quickly. He rolls his hips, angling them to make sure that he hits the sensitive bundle of nerves in you at each thrust.

Your mind is mush.

You moan, sounds chopped up at each heavy thrust of Toji’s cock. Your hands fly to his back, holding on for leverage and scratching when the euphoric ecstasy feels too submerging. 

“That’s it. My pretty girl, taking me in so well. You missed this, didn’t you? Missed me?” Toji drawls on, scarred lips tugged up in a feral smile as he watches you.

There is something so maddeningly beautiful in the way your eyes roll back, your jaw dropping open, and your tongue lolling out. Drool drips from the corners of your lips, making your saliva-slick lips glisten. Tears clump your lashes together, smearing your eyeliner and mascara as it runs down your face in a mess, and yet you look so marvelous this way.

Incoherent. Stupid. Drunk off his cock.

“My pretty, pretty girl. I love you like this. Can you even hear me, princess? Anyone home?”

You can only reply with a warbled moan. Toji laughs.

“So good to me. For me. Oh, doll, what would I ever do without you?” Toji tosses his head back after another sharp thrust, your wet walls hungrily gripping his length as if desperate to keep him nestled in you. He grunts, goosebumps racing over his skin as his orgasm builds.

Toji bends, mounting you, wet lips closing around on a hardened nipple. At this angle, Toji is left to hump your pussy, switching to shallow, but still powerful, thrusts. Your hands find purchase in his hair and you pull, fisting black strands as Toji sucks on your nipple.

“Toji-sa’!” You scream, body tensing as the blinding pleasure finally begins to spill over. “Gon’ cum! Gon’ cu-!” 

Toji growls at the painfully tight squeeze on his cock, biting down on the fat of your tit as he digs himself snug in your walls. With a deep groan, Toji spills himself in you. Your hips twitch as Toji fills you up, and you mewl at the feeling. 

Toji slowly removes his lips from your nipple and rises slightly, closely hovering over you. You sigh as he moves to plant soft kisses over your swollen eyes and on your throbbing lips. 

“You did amazing,” Toji whispers when he breaks the kiss. You hum, brows pinched as soreness finally creeps in after the lust starts to dwindle away. 

Toji pulls out slowly, whispering a soft apology as you hiss at the movement, your face contorting in discomfort. He drops down beside you and wraps you in his embrace gently. 

“Lemme take care of you,” Toji says and presses a kiss on your forehead. 

“M’kay,” you hum tiredly. 

He smiles, his gaze proud and affectionate. You turn away, shying away from all the sudden attention. Toji chuckles, endeared, before kissing your lips lightly again.

(“Do you?” He asked, his hand coming up to pluck his glasses from his face and rest them on the table. 

“Do I what?” You asked back, rising from the loveseat and crossing the space to stand in front of him.

Toji’s lips curl in desire at seeing you wear one of the dresses that he gifted you. He studied you as you walked, going parched at how beautiful you are, especially dressed for him. Dressed by him. 

“Toji-san?”

He danced his eyes up your body slowly, ensuring that you knew that he had been checking you out. Toji is delighted at seeing the blush on your cheeks.

“Do you really wanna stay with me? I’m years older.”

“Yes.”

Toji’s heart thrummed at your immediate response. You took his silence as an incentive to go on.

“Toji-san, I want you. I love you. You think I care about your age?”

Toji grunted. “A fifteen-year gap ain’t a lil’ normal, kid.”

You shrugged before rounding his table and gingerly making your way to him. Toji dragged his chair out slightly, giving you space so you can sit on his lap, and his hands came up to hold your waist tight, guiding you over carefully. 

His eyes locked in on the way your dress rode up your thighs, teasing Toji even more. He thumbs the exposed skin and trembled at the sharp gasp you let out. Toji paused and looked back at you.

“See,” you began. “This—the way you look at me—is something I don’t want from anyone else but you. I want you to be the one loving me, Toji-san. I want to grow old with you. So what if you’re years older? We just. We love each other, anyways, right?”

“Yes.” It was Toji’s turn to be quick with an answer. “We do.”

“Good.” A pause. “So stop with the questions and kiss me.”

Toji grinned, huffing a laugh. “C’mere then.”)

[blue-raven-universe]

Freakin' Bored🥱 Pt one

College Boyfriend Gojo x Reader

A/N: I missed writing about this handsome menace so I did. Apologies for taking so long. 😅

Blue

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Your hands flew across the keyboard. You were cooped up in the library, chipping away at your latest homework assignment. A discussion post, nothing too hard. It wasn't an essay, at the very least. All it took was some reading, some drafting, a little editing, and then you'd be done. You have to admit, though, that it sounded much more straightforward in your head than actually doing it. Though you had already read all the papers and journals, organizing all your thoughts into one coherent, neat, little post was much harder than it looked to be. Noticing how scratchy your throat felt, you took a swig from your bottle. A few gulps later and you felt satisfied. You were about to get back to work when you noticed your phone buzzing.

Satoru !!!

You tried your absolute hardest not to squeal and wasted no time picking up your phone. The line sounded kinda busy from his end. You could hear some voices and someone shouting in the background. 

"Hey babe, what's up?"

"Just left the local coffee shop. I’m at the bookstore now trying to pick up a few random things just cause. Some snacks, too. Want anything, Sweetheart?” 

“Um…” You bring a finger to your lips. “ Some chips, maybe sour straws… ooh some gummy worms please?” 

“Got it, Princess. Where are you now?”

“At the library doing some work for class. I’m in a private room so I’ll text you the number so you don’t get lost.”

 “Ohhh," he drawled, chuckling. "A private room, huh? Interesting.”

You rolled your eyes. It doesn’t take much for you to picture his devious face. “Satoru, it’s a library. Not our bedroom.” 

“Who’s says that we can’t make it into one?”

“Gojo…” 

“Kidding… Kidding…. Not really tho.”

“I know you’re not but I’ll pretend that you are.”

“That’ll be…” You can’t quite catch what the cashier says before Gojo interrupted with a swift goodbye.

"I'll see you see soon, gorgeous. Love you lots."

"Love you more, babe."

To be continued...

tag: @wobblewobble822 @anythingforsatosugu, @hypnocountrymusicfunnyfan

[tojisun]

hello, i hope im not bothering you! I am here from AO3 and i just wanted to let you know how much I absolutely love “keep me forever tell me you own me”. I adore Lana del ray and you captured the vibe of “off to the races” so well in that fic. Your writing is amazing and im honestly in awe! Anyways, have a wonderful day! (Also, by any chance, are you taking anons? If so, may i be 🍙? If not, feel free to ignore this!)

hi hi!!

thank you so much 🍙-nonnie for this sweet ask (/▿＼ ) and ur not bothering at all so dont worry abt it!!

just realizing that i probably shouldve chosen a shorter title for that oneshot hdhehdh anyways!

im so glad that you loved the fic, and im extra glad that i was able to do the prompt and that beautiful song justice! i love writing pieces inspired by songs so when i saw the lovely @hypnocountrymusicfunnyfan’s (tumblr wont let me tag them) prompt, i really got immersed <3

again, thank you so so much for this sweet sweet message 🍙-anon and take care (´꒳`)♡

@iwaizoomiess, babes, you deserve this kind message as much as i do for helping me out with that fic!