#toji the hot line cook

[nosesitter]

TOJI FUSHIGURO// the hot line cook

Theres nothing hotter than a man with a criminal record.

Toji had a record. He saw his parole officer more than his kid. He was in and out of jail. Sent to prison a couple times but always got out because he had “good behavior”. Had his sentences significantly reduced. Soon he was able to walk the streets again. He was fucking the warden. When you had met him he came into your job asking if they were hiring. They were, they needed a cook and he did kitchen duty in prison so he fit the criteria.

He thought nothing of you as first. The dumb little hostess who always came to bother the kitchen with stupid questions. You would come sauntering into the kitchen in that little black skirt and tight black low cut shirt, he would roll his eyes and set down his knife to answer whatever dumb question you had.

“Can you make the fish tacos with no fish?”

“Can you make a half well done half medium steak?”

“What meat comes in the chicken burrito?”

As much as he hated the questions the customers asked you he loved answering to you.

“Sure doll.” Was his favorite way to respond to you. And the blush that crept onto your cheeks showed that it was also your favorite way to get answered. When you switched to being a waitress Toji was ecstatic. Finally he was able to see you all the time. This is when the relationship the two of y’all had took a turn.

Smoke breaks outside became longer, the conversations became more intimate, and suddenly Toji was asking you to “help” him get something from the fridge that conveniently had no cameras inside of it.

Makeout sessions against the racks that held vegetables became a regular thing. Cold noses rubbing against each other was a comfort for the two of you. Then you became more bolder each day passing. Pushing him back against the rack behind him that held the marinating meat and fumbling with the stings that kept his chef pants up. Teasing only got you so far and you’ve decided you needed more. You needed his cock. Toji adored you for this. Making a bold move and taking what you wanted. Who would he be if he denied a request from a beautiful woman like yourself.

“Fuck babydoll, just like that.” Rough hand behind your head pushing you further down his thick cock, past your gag reflex. Toji knew the tickets were probably piling up on the expo and your tables probably needed refills. Clueless customers looking around for their waitress, just wondering where she could be. To busy trying to get the head chef off in the fridge.

Tongue swirling around the head he knew he wouldn’t last long. Toji hadn’t felt this good in a while and he wasn’t about to stop you so some dipshit in your section can get another Diet Coke. Instead he pushed you past your limit, just fucking your throat at this point and you allowed it. God he can’t remember that last time he came down someone’s throat.

“I’m gonna come doll!” And that’s what he did. The voices on the other side of the fridge got louder as he shot ropes down your throat. Pulling back you opened your mouth and showed him the pool of white on your tongue - in the blink of an eye it was gone. Pulling you back up he quickly shoves lemons in your arms as he grabs a marinated chicken. Suddenly the fridge door opens and there’s half the staff wondering where the chef and a waitress are.

“What I needed help with this.” Pushing past, Toji lets you out first while he follows behind giving everyone his stank face. He couldn’t wait to get you back in the fridge later that night.

There’s no way he’s was going back to prison now knowing that you would always be here ready for him.

[satoruhour]

RIDING JJK MENS ABS

a/n: thinkin’ bout dbf! jjk men bc of the toji drabble….. ouuuuhhhh im cooking

warnings: ab riding / humping & clit stimulation & pet names for all, implied phone sex, implied m! masturbation, somnophilia, cum eating, praise, implied second round (gojo), orgasm denial, implied overstimulation, calls you ‘slut’, a little mean, slight brat-taming, consensual recording, fingering from the back (geto), nipple play, soft sex, praise, brief unprotected p -> v penetration (nanami), toji is ur dad’s best friend, age gap (reader in uni, toji is in his 40s), calls you ‘whore‘ once, implied unprotected sex, implied creampie / breeding kink, lots of dirty talk, slight degradation, he smacks ur ass once (toji), n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

your eyes flit between gojo’s and his pants, hanging low on his hips as his chest heaves in even breaths. it’s more often now that the strongest sorcerer wakes up after you, feeling so safe in your arms, but today you have other plans.

you feel a little sorry for him when he’s completed a gruelling mission last night, but the throbbing of your core and the twist of your stomach is uncomfortable enough when that gruelling mission lasted three days. you’ve sent him risqué photos, along with texts of needing him bad but the most comfort he could provide was late phone calls with the sound of him stroking his cock.

the real thing was always better, though.

your resolve hardens when your mind wanders to satoru’s moans you heard on the line just last night, dragging yourself off the warmth of the sheets and onto him, not before taking off your pants, freezing in place when he shuffles just a little. you’re awfully cautious especially when you‘ve been caught before from your output of cursed energy and his six eyes.

so when you settle down on him, you’re already grinning at your triumphant feat until your clit bumps along his abs and you’re sitting up straighter. oh.

you abandoned your original plan of pulling down his pants, instead dragging your pelvis against the hard muscle there, the ridges of his core feeling absolutely divine against your cunt. the only thing you can do with your hands is to hold them up, careful not to put any force on his chest while your hips move against his front and you’re moaning, softly. it feels too good to stay silent, letting out short breaths and wanton pleas of his name.

within a few rocks of your hips, you can feel your high already approaching, a little embarrassed at how wet his skin was from your dripping cunt but the feeling of it all makes you lost in pleasure, not even realising how, now, there was a pair of blue eyes staring back at you.

“wow.” 

“satoru!” you jump at the sudden voice interrupting your deep spell of pleasure, not surprised when all he does is sneak a peek at his torso and just smirks, taking a finger and swiping at the soaked skin of his abs. he pops it into his mouth, humming, satisfied with the taste and you can feel your body heating up from the need and the desperation for gojo after being away from him for three days.

you’re just unaware he’s also missed you like a dog misses a bone, and he’s so goddamn hard it hurts, but he’d do anything for his pretty baby to get off first.

gojo grins, “why’d you stop?”

“i— uhm, just— ah!” you know that grin only ever holds sinister thoughts when he flexes his torso and stimulates your clit, enjoying the sudden moan you let out, “’t-toru…”

you start moving unconsciously, body sagging over his as your hands find their place on his chest and you press hard, gojo’s breath being taken away both literally and figuratively when you grind down onto his naked skin with the attractive bend of your body, the ridges of his abs making your pussy feel so good.

“sato— oh, f-fuck!” you whine out as he places his hands on your hips to help you, leaving trails of fire hot touches along your ass and waist. his hands are so big, too, the simple movement of his hands on you is enough to make you clench around nothing.

“that’s it…” satoru is entranced by your cunt, dragging up and down his middle while your whimpers taint his ears and he’s hoping you’d cum soon just so he can see your trembling thighs and beautiful voice. “that’s right, ride me like a good lil girl— shit, clenching ’round nothin’.”

“g’na cum?” nodding, your pelvis moves desperately on his torso as gojo’s words make you mewl out for him, the burn in your core finally releasing when his hands spread on your plush ass that it has your clit pushed up all against him and your hips stutter in cute little jerks.

“satoru, satoru, satoru, oh my god—!” and you cum loudly with chants of his name, cunt leaking more and more cum that all he can do is watch, asking you with a sweet voice to lie back on his legs while he spreads your pussy to see just how wet you are, a glistening shine on your folds. gojo just grins, licking his lips with a glint in his eyes and a throbbing cock — the morning’s just started.

✶ GETO

sometimes geto was a professional at hiding what he was really feeling — at how annoyed he gets when someone brushes your opinion off, or the anger when gojo accidentally had smacked you hard while explaining something. but because he was so adept in this skill, you never really know what he’s thinking until you’re teasing him in public.

you whine when your hands are slapped away from his pecs, an aht aht leaving him when all you want is some balance. but geto is mean when he wants to be, and he’s not entirely happy after the stunt you pulled in the high-end fashion store today. a show of brattiness and teasing, asking him to come into the dressing room just to bend over with your ass right on his cock. this photo would look so cute as my wallpaper, suguru!

you were right, even if geto didn’t want to admit it, but it’s the last thing on your mind now when you’re been denied your orgasm twice already, forced to ride your boyfriend’s abs with no one to help you.

“su’,” you mumble, going delirious from how much your clit ached, and yet you weren’t allowed to cum until he thinks you can, hands going everywhere from your hair to your face just to have some sort of ground. “w’nna cum, p-please… ’m sorry sugu—”

a high-pitched moan leaves you when geto tenses his torso, enjoying your show as he leans back comfortably with both arms behind his head. you look so stunning like this, begging for release while your body contorts in all sorts to grind your clit into him with more friction. it’s so cute, and while geto doesn’t enjoy being tested in public, there’s a thrill in denying it and then giving it all to you later until you’re begging for him to stop.

“what was that?” he makes an act of putting a hand to his ear, “didn’t hear you, baby.”

“’m sorry, suguruu— s-shit,” your hips speed up when you find a particular spot, apologies continuing to spill from your lips until they’re cut off but geto grabbing your hands, being a little lenient as he lets you use his chest. your moans turn into thankful whimpers paired with the lewd sounds of your pussy against skin, fingers feeling all around him from his neck to his hair and unaware of how geto could cum just from how you use him like a fucktoy.

maybe he should capture this.

“dirty little slut, hm?” you only could hum and agree, babbling out some yes’s aimlessly as you continue to grind your puffy clit on his front, a yelp sounding when geto prods at your entrance which is sopping wet. “look at you soaking my tummy, naughty girl.”

“yea— yeah, yeah, ’m your naughty girl haah—” as his finger nudges into your hole, you mewl and your mouth hangs open, thick finger already stretching you out nicely and he smiles, watching you amused while as your expression melts into rolled back eyes and thrown back head.

“yeah, you are,” geto mutters breathlessly under his breath, making haste to grab his phone with your photo on the screen to open the camera and presses record — something he loves documenting for a folder named ‘my eyes only ♡’ that’s full of you getting ruined.

“smile for the camera, pretty darlin’,” and your drunken state is captured right up to the moment suguru inserts another finger and he’s so glad he’s got it on camera — your whines, your faltering hips, your hooded eyes, your wet pussy — his cute baby smiling so brightly at the camera while you ride yourself into oblivion on geto’s abs, absolutely loving the attention.

because even if geto swears he loves putting you in your place, he loves seeing you in pleasure more, especially when it’s all just for him.

✶ NANAMI

“kento, can i try something?” you mumble, a little shy at the idea that popped up randomly in the outing with your friends earlier. you couldn’t wait to get home right after to try it out only to find that your boyfriend was still on his mission. a cold shower, your favourite show couldn’t distract you one bit, practically jumping up when he comes through the door at ten o’ clock.

nanami who never misses a night to read a few pages of his book, puts it down, a curious tilt of his head that’s got your heart full and pumping fast, both at the cute gesture and the thing you were about to suggest.

“in what way, baby?” he gives you his undivided attention, glasses pulled off his face and you suddenly don’t want to say anything until you remember the aching pulse of your cunt and you think that it would be worth it.

“uhm—” you stutter, taking his reading glasses from his hand and the book as well, setting them down on the bedside table. in a second you’re straddling him, being the victim of a knowing slight smirk and wandering hands on your waist.

“if you had this in mind, you should’ve just told me, dear,” nanami smiles at your flustered state, but is dumbfounded when you pull up the fabric of his nightshirt and move up just an inch from his hips to his torso, sighing softly to yourself when your pelvis meets the dips of his abs.

and before nanami can ask, you’re moving slowly, experimentally and it’s a little humbling when you’ve got this hot blonde guy across you staring at you with a raised eyebrow, but he eases it into it immediately, cooing at your unsatisfied cravings, no doubt getting hints from the message he got from you earlier, multiple messages of i miss you’s and what time are you coming home?’s

“need some help, darling?” you whisper a small yeah, letting him tug your underwear off one leg and then the other, not missing the way his eyes follow the wet spot on the fabric before tossing it to the side.

“if you wanted to grind on me, you could’ve just said so,” he says matter-of-factly, like it‘s just another day at work but nanami’s also been thinking of you the whole time, too, eyeing the way your nipples start to harden. he chuckles at the twitch he immediately feels in your cunt, teasing her a little but rubbing a thumb over your clit and a soft moan leaves your lips.

“’s embarrasin’,” you hum, lowering yourself against his body to hide and your elbows wrap around his head, soft blonde hair tickling your arms. but at that point it’s invitation for nanami to nudge the thin shirt up your body and effectively disrobing you before he latches his mouth onto your hardened buds, sending a choked whimper past your lips.

“k-kento, baby… ohh my god—” the feel of his tongue flicking against your nipples and sucking hard on them prompts your hips to hump faster, panting and moaning like a dog in heat while you start to soak his torso. nanami groans when he feels the wetness of your pretty pussy, unconsciously tensing his core. 

“kento… f-fuck—!” he’s preoccupied with your tits, moving to the other one and repeats the process and your back arches in his hold, a pornographic whine going straight to his ears and right down to his cock.

“s’good for me, my love, doing so w-well…” nanami trembles when he feels your pussy contract and clamp around air, pulling away to look at your tear-filled face and knitted eyebrows and he feels a little guilty from being away the whole day.

“can you cum for me, hm?” nanami asks breathlessly, hands squeezing the fat of your breasts before they glide down to your ass, helping your tired hips. “cum for me, baby girl.”

you’re closer once those words leave his mouth and his lips capture yours in a harsh kiss, both groaning and moaning into each other’s mouths until you announce you’re cumming, hard. your hips move erratically, whining into nanami’s hair as your juices seep from your folds, leaving his torso dripping wet and soaking. but you’re so high from the orgasm that you squeak when his tip prod at your entrance.

it feels so good and soon you’re wiggling down to get his fat cock into you, pussy fluttering when his length stretches you out.

“’m gonna make it up to you, darling,” nanami grunts at the way your cunt feels around him, “been missin’ you so damn much today too.”

✶ TOJI

“baby, don’t think we should do this—” toji grunts when he feels you push him down onto your bed, headboard creaking just from how long you’ve had it. he would know, anyway, especially since toji had seen the bed in your room ever since he’s met your dad a few years ago when you were still in college. but now you’re bolder and older, clad in a short skirt with no panties and toji’s shirt.

because even when toji mumbled things like that in fear of your father finding out, you know he couldn’t resist you and your pussy.

“then how come you’re hard, toji-san?” he groans when you straddle his body that has a tight shirt on, the juices of your cunt leaking through. his hands immediately feel you up, palms going under the skirt and fondling your ass and he thinks that maybe he should let loose for once. toji isn’t sure when you had gotten so mesmerising, admiring the way you always helped your dad selflessly, contributing to his paperwork and bringing him coffee.

but until you’ve started dressing more provocatively around toji, he’s never noticed the way you grow into your features either, until one day you’re coming home after your second year of university in a tight pair of yoga pants, talking about joining some sports club to your dad while toji can’t take his eyes off of you.

it was so wrong of him, he knows, but when you’re confessing that night how you’ve recently been thinking about him, he loses all restraint he had, swallowing your cries of his name as he fucked you so good that night.

toji tsks, “dirty girl. grinding on your dad’s best friend like a whore. none of the boys at uni can fuck you good?”

you grin and shake your head, lifting your hips to pull the shirt off his body while he props himself up on his elbows to make it easier; the sheer size of shoulders and torso makes you lightheaded every time, toned in every area, albeit a little less years ago.

“y-yeah, toji-san, love it s’much…” your hips move on their own accord, eyes meeting his hooded ones as you drag your pussy up and down his middle, gasping when the hand that was caressing your ass lands a loud smack! that resonates throughout the room. you burn with shyness after, a pout making its way to your face before you bend down to hover an inch to his face.

“don’t wan’ dad to hear, toji…” you mumble, loving how you had so much effect over him by the way his chest heaves. It’s not often you see him, a normally cool-headed person, in this state, and toji’s equally enamoured by you as he smirks, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“what if i want him to hear, pretty girl?”

you mewl, hips starting and halting every few times from the way toji stares at you. “what if i want your father to hear how my cock stretches your little pussy, hm? or how you’ll bring coffee to him with my cum leaking out your cunt?” his green eyes are unwavering, hand guiding you on his abs that flex and contract, making pleasurable contact with your needy clit.

“maybe then he’ll know what a little slut his sweet, sweet girl is,” toji voice mutters with a lilt and a rasp, drunk on the way your whimpers turn needier and sluttier, hips moving picking up their speed.

“wan’ you to ruin me, toji,” you drag out his name, the wetness of your cunt making obscene noises in the quietness of the room while your dad watches a football match downstairs, and you hope he doesn’t notice how his best friend and you have left the living room for too long.

“i’ll do that after you cum on me, angel,” toji grunts, rocking his body with you as your juices stain his skin, pleasantly surprised when you take one of his hands and stick his fingers in your mouth, sucking on it like how you usually would with his cock; the other swears he might just cum from that, and how you’re clenching around nothing, finally cumming hard with widened eyes and a slack jaw.

“cumming— cumming, cumming, toji…!” toji coos as you continue to ride out your high with cum dripping down your thighs and his body, a sly grin spreading across his face when he hears you say that they’ll be having another important football match after this and your dad wouldn’t miss it for the world.

you giggle as he places a gentle kiss to your lips, hands making quick work of his pants, “glad i get to have more time with my good girl, then.”

[drak3n]

THE LOST LOVE

ꨄ. SYNOPSIS: two lovers who went seperate ways years ago… one of the cases we love most!

ꨄ. CONTENT WARNINGS: exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, age gap (reader was in college & toji in his thirties when they met), dad!toji, breakup, implied divorce, insecurities, smut, unprotected sex

bold italic quotes = letter excerpts

PROLOGUE. | SERIES MASTERLIST.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i like to think that meeting each other was like a breath of fresh air. for both of us. wouldn’t you agree?”

wake up. go to work. get home. eat. sleep. repeat.

toji’s life was a vicious cycle, one of a middle age man with no goals in life. it was funny to him how people would actually call that a life.

the only times he truly felt like he was alive was when he was seated on the bleachers watching a good old horse race. or a boat race. or whatever it was that he had bet money on.

no one understood him.

toji knew that life rarely gifted him anything. he was no lucky man. in the many years of betting and gambling, he seldomly won. and the money he had won those few times was enough to cover the ticket and perhaps a nice dinner.

and although knowing he was probably going to leave empty-handed, he did it for the thrill. it made him feel youthful again. like he hadn’t wasted his years on useless things that aged him faster than he had hoped to. like he was still the same old teenager he had been years ago.

it wasn’t until one fated day that he found out that there were other things that could bring him back to his youth, other than doing useless crap that only burned a hole in his pocket.

said thing being you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“the way we met wasn’t really romantic. it wasn’t like a scene out of a movie or a novel. looking back, it was quite comedic, even. i’m sure you felt the same way.”

there were a lot of terrible things that came with being a busy person, one of which you were facing right now. standing in front of a ridiculously long line at the grocery store.

you ran out of basic ingredients for cooking, it was a saturday evening, and you really did not want to order takeout again for a third time this week.

standing in front of you was a group of drunken kids — by kids you meant they were around your age, maybe in college like you — but they were different. they seemed carefree. they used their time to have fun and laugh instead of constantly grumping and punishing you with more work than you had.

you wished you could be like them, too. at least sometimes.

what made you get out of your train of thoughts was the sound of an item being placed on the conveyor belt, the rattling sounding too familiar for your liking. another person who hated cooking, so it seemed. and another person who barely had enough change to get a cup of instant noodles.

it was a man — you heard from the occasional sighs and grunts leaving his lips, and the way his cologne wafted over to invade your senses.

why did you suddenly have the urge to turn around and bond with this random stranger? perhaps hit him up with something like ‘heck, youngsters these days, right?’

absolutely not. that would be goofy as hell. and judging by how slowly the like progressed, you were likely going to stand here for at least ten more minutes. you would rather die than make a fool of yourself and then proceed to stand here for even longer afterwards.

oddly enough, the huffing stranger beat you to it. your breath hitched in your throat at the gruff voice sounding.

“s’cuse me, little lady.”

a bulky arm shot forward from behind you, making you step aside to grant him access to the side of the conveyor. you cleared your throat, turning around with an apologetic smile— and damn was he hot.

he looked quite a bit older than you, and he looked quite… distraught. sleepless, deep green eyes, unruly jet black hair that looked like he hadn’t gotten cut in a while, and a stubble gracing his jaw and chin.

you hated romanticizing people who weren’t feeling their best. so, you quickly snapped out of it.

“sorry for hogging the conveyor.” you chuckled, trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere as everyone else in the line was quite angry. the man gave you a halfhearted smile, scar on the right side of his mouth stretching. you wondered how he’d gotten that scar.

“don’t worry ‘bout it,” he waved your apology off, slightly motioning at the impatient woman huffing and puffing behind him. “someone’s just very fuckin’ annoying.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. then, your eyes wandered to the conveyor, staring up to meet his again. “you can get in front of me, sir.” you offered kindly, already moving to make some space in front of you, “don’t have to wait even longer for a single item.”

the surprise in his eyes was a dead giveaway that no one had been polite or nice to him in a long time. before he could make it obvious, he shook his head, uttering, “s’fine. thanks.”

but you insisted, for some reason. it wasn’t until he was standing in front of you, cup of ramen placed in front of your groceries, and the seething woman now standing right behind you, that you were happily smiling.

the man walked off after paying for his noodles when the line finally progressed what felt like years later, not even sparing you a glance. you were barely able to contain your disappointment as you bagged your groceries and shuffled outside of the store, ready to take the train back home with full hands.

just to see the man from the line in the grocery store thumbing at the instant noodle cup’s lid, lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

his hands wordlessly approached yours to take your bags of groceries, not even frowning at the heaviness of them, as he let out a puff of cigarette smoke.

“i’ll drop ya off, little lady.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“our love was fierce. characterized by sleepless nights, stolen breaths and undying passion.”

ragged breaths filled the air of your small bedroom. it was dark, perhaps around nighttime, and the air was thick with sweat, arousals and the sinful smell of sex.

a lazy kiss was exchanged between you two with swollen, trembling lips as you settled down in each other’s arms. your eyes were shut as toji moved a little to light a cigarette.

your fingertips traced over his bare, built chest, post-orgasmic glow making his handsome face look even prettier. you were convinced he was the prettiest man you’d ever seen in your life.

“are you staying for dinner?” you asked, voice hoarse and quiet from how he had formerly railed you into your mattress. toji wasn’t a gentle lover. the word soft was very foreign to him. but you didn’t mind that. you didn’t mind him squeezing your hand too tightly whenever he held it. he didn’t know any better.

he exhaled the cigarette smoke away from you, large palm settling on the tender, bruised flesh on your hips. his thick, rough fingers traced over the softness of your skin that he had grabbed and kneaded mere minutes ago while manhandling you.

“sorry, baby,” he mumbled into your hair as you already knew what was coming, “gotta go. i’ll stay over next time, promise.”

you wanted him to stay, you really did, but with a sigh, you watched as he got dressed and left — not without pulling you into another kiss. missing the way his eyes twisted with a hint of guilt as he shut the door to your apartment behind himself.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“you weren’t a man of many words. you didn’t like talking too much about yourself. but you’d always listen to whatever i’d say. and whenever i wasn’t up to talk, we’d relish in each other’s silence. it was calming.”

“how many girlfriends have you had before me?”

the silence surrounding the air on your balcony after your question made you reconsider if it was a smart thing to ask.

it wasn’t. since when was it okay to talk about exes? you remembered it as one of the most off-putting conversation topics to ever come up with.

toji’s bare arms were propped up against the metal railing, gaze wandering from the unspectacular sight below him that consisted of old, run down buildings and sketchy streets, to you.

he knew it was too late to tell you the truth. he pressed his scarred lips together in regret, before opening his mouth to respond to your question.

“many.”

he saw the way your nose scrunched up at the ugly word — he wished it had been the truth. much better than hurting you with a fucking lie. made him wonder how you’d react to the truth.

“c’mere.” when you didn’t make a move to approach toji, he pulled you into him, dwarfing your body in his form. “you’re not mad, are you?”

“how could i ever be mad at you?”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“there was just one thing i wish you had just told me from the beginning. you know, i actually knew the entire time. i was just waiting for you to tell me.”

“dad, the show’s about to start.”

toji was now a couple of years older, about to celebrate his fourth decade of living in a few weeks. he wouldn’t admit that he was getting older. he had just plucked another gray hair from his scalp this morning, but no one had to know that.

sock-clad feet padded from the kitchen to the living room, bowl of salted popcorn in his hand as he placed it in front of his college-aged kid. toji was in awe at how the brat was becoming more of a carbon copy of himself the more years passed.

the only difference being his spiky, wild hair and blue eyes he had gotten from his mother.

“we’re not watching a match today?” toji sounded rather bored as he leaned back on the couch with a can of soda in his hand, legs finding the surface of the living room table as the younger man munched on sweets.

megumi shook his head, eyes focused on the screen that was still playing some shampoo commercial. “have you ever heard of TATMYLB?” the green-eyed man beside him narrowed his eyes at the obnoxiously long abbreviation, .

“kid. i don’t understand your language,” he grunted, “i’m headin’ out if it’s another high school rom com.” said boy only snorted as he pointed at the tv that happened to be playing a trailer of what was going to be playing next.

“reading today… TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE’s 26th letter!” toji kissed his teeth. of course it was going to be some sappy ass show. why was it so popular anyway?

he raised from the couch, scratching his belly lazily under his sweater as he pointed to the door with his thumb. “gonna check the mail,” he uttered, “we haven’t emptied our mailbox in days.”

megumi hummed, too immersed in what today’s live episode was going to be about. just as toji approached the door, curiosity got the best of him, and he found himself listening.

“unfortunately, she won’t be joining us today, but we have received a beautifully written letter by her! what a lucky man to have been loved like this.” the host spoke gleefully as the audience erupted into cheers and applause.

“our writer is a 29 year old lady from tokyo, a journalist for a very popular newspaper, which explains her splendid writing,” the co-host added, “she has met a man she refers to as her LOST LOVE nine whole years ago.”

toji set his keys down on the shoerack and walked back to the living room. megumi took notice of his dad walking back and smirked. “caught your attention, old man?” he only scowled at his son and placed his hands on the back of the couch.

the stage was beautifully built, and one could tell how much budged was spent on it all. it was a hell lot of pink, too much for toji’s liking — then again, any amount of pink was too much for his liking. the hosts were dolled up to the max, host dressed in a baby pink, frilly dress with her hair done up while the co-host was dressed in a pink suit.

“adding on to that… we have not received an answer or a reaction from the recipient.” a glum round of oh’s echoed across the studio, which made toji snort. “which doesn’t have to mean anything, of course! perhaps he’s just terrible at checking his mail.”

megumi stopped mid-chew as he side-eyed his father, who shot him a look. “old man, you don’t think—” megumi might have been young, but he had a very good memory of his father’s past lovers. especially that one woman who had changed him forever. you.

although he had never met you, he could tell it was you who had a huge impact on his father. and he figured that toji never opened up about having had a son.

“don’t be silly, bud,” toji laughed, reaching over to steal a handful of popcorn from the bowl in his son’s lap. he didn’t even like popcorn, why the hell was he eating it? it had to be the most annoying snack in the world with how the shell of the kernels always got stuck in one’s gums or throat.

you must have moved on years ago. it’s been almost a decade, for fuck’s sake. perhaps you were married already. had kids. he hated how the thought made his jaw clench. it was none of his business anymore, after all.

“mistakes. we all make them. so far, we have had a lot of letters speaking about wrongdoings,” the host clapped her hands together, “but how about keeping secrets? crucial ones?”

of course they were going to drag it on. what a bunch of clowns the audience was for eating it up. he totally wasn’t, not with the way he was clutching the couch cushions in anticipation.

he just wanted to know it wasn’t you, so he could move on in peace. because if you have moved on, then he shall do the same.

the audience was then asked to talk about their experiences with secrets in a relationship, before they started guessing what the person might have done.

eventually, an elderly woman received the mic and laughed. “it wasn’t another woman, so,” she paused, “i’d say hiding a child.”

the two hosts opened their mouths before knowingly looking at the audience, and toji cleared his throat. by now, megumi was fully facing his father, a look of disbelief on his face. before he could speak, toji raised a palm.

“i said don’t be silly,” he warned megumi, “it’s not me. jesus.” megumi shook his head before raising his palm to invite his father to a handshake, challenging him to a bet, “fifty bucks if it’s you, then.”

toji could never say no to bets. maybe he should have checked his mailbox first, though.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

the show was halfway through, currently on a commercial break as you found yourself in the kitchen to prepare yourself a cup of instant noodles. the sight of the cup still brought you back to day you had met toji.

before you could open the lid of the cup, you were halted by the sound of your doorbell ringing. leaving behind the sounds of your kettle whistling, you approached tye door to look through the—

your hand immediately flew to the handle to fling the door open. to stare right at the man you hadn’t seen in over seven years.

there was a lot both of you wanted to say. he wanted to apologize for having disappeared out of nowhere, for having abandoned you when things had been going so well between both of you; while you wanted to slap him, cuss him out and scream at him.

alas, all that came out was a choked sob on your behalf. a sound forced out of your throat, displaying the despair you had felt out of the lack of closure.

toji watched with wide eyes as you broke down in front of him. he wanted to make you happy. or get yelled at. anything but you crying. fuck, he was terrible at this.

toji was only ever good at leaving. that’s what he had done back then when his family no longer served him; that’s what megumi’s mother had spat at him before she left.

screw the past. screw all of his fears. he had waited far too long to come clean. you didn’t deserve this at all.

“i’m sorry.” he breathed, taking a step closer, now partially surrounded by the warmth of your place that hadn’t changed in the slightest. “i hid him from you because—”

you shook your head, trembling hands raising to wipe at your reddened eyes, “i don’t give a damn, toji.” he shut his mouth, because respectfully, you had all the right to be angry.

what he didn’t expect was for you to chuckle through tears. “stop looking at me like that,” you pointed at his lips, “that stupid pout of yours…” he had a habit of pursing his lips whenever he was distressed. you hadn’t forgotten about it.

when you stepped aside to welcome toji inside, he was baffled. “‘course you didn’t read the letter,” you sneered, which made him look down grimly, “if you had, you’d know that i could never be mad at you.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

you didn’t ask toji to, but he told you everything. how he had just gotten divorced when he met you, and who had fought for split custody the entire time. who couldn’t have you over at his place because of the child’s room he had.

it wasn’t like he was ashamed to have had megumi. he considered him one of the very few good things in his life. but, he couldn’t risk scaring you off. not when he had found someone as perfect for him as you.

and when things got serious, he did what he knew best. which was to bolt.

it wasn’t a surprise to him that you already knew. he had the wrong idea of you by thinking you’d push him away just because he had a son. now he knew that you could have been the best stepmother megumi could have asked for.

if he hadn’t blown it all.

“so he’s in college now?” you were smiling as you were both situated on your couch. toji feld oddly calm looking at you. you hadn’t changed much.

“this was us at his high school graduation,” he couldn’t help but smile too as he showed you his phone wallpaper. the thought that you could have been on that picture too made your smile fade for a second before you found yourself melting at how proudly he glanced down at his son in his crinkled button-down shirt, one arm lazily slung over the boy who looked at the camera with an irritated, forced smile.

you wondered if megumi would have liked you and already accepted you as his stepmother if toji hadn’t left. wondered if you two would have been married by now—

thoughts like those were useless now.

it happened so fast. like the force of two magnets attracting each other, it felt like you were pulled towards each other. a mumbled ‘i missed you’ left your lips before they planted themselves on his, both of you getting lost in the sensation of the other’s lips.

toji’s lips tasted like salt and popcorn, whereas yours tasted of the peace of candy you had popped into your mouth while waiting for the water to boil.

ah… right. the water. the kettle had stopped whistling a while ago. but both of you were busy sucking each other’s faces to notice that.

you were sat prettily on toji’s lap, hands running across his muscles hidden by his clothes. the only sign of him having aged were the tiny wrinkles on the corners of his eyes. other than that, he still looked like the 31 year-old toji you had met in the line of the grocery store.

he was the same man you had given your heart to. and you were eager to do it all again.

your clothing was shedded in a matter of minutes, hastily and in a rush. it felt like you were being intimate with each other for the first time all over again with wide eyes and shaky hands.

toji pressed you into his chest as he slid inside of you, and it seemed like the world stopped for a while. toji didn’t do soft, he wasn’t gentle. but you could swear you saw nothing but softness and adoration in his eyes in this very moment.

once he started thrusting up into you, your hands straddled his face, fingers digging into his skin as if afraid to let go. toji saw and felt the fear in your eyes, and he took both of your hands to place soft kisses on them.

“‘m not leaving again,” he grunted, relishing in the tightness and warmth he was buried inside of, “promise.”

you whimpered, nodding as you pulled him into yet another sensual, messy kiss while you worked each other through your releases. out of all the times you and toji had sex, this had to be the rawest, most intimate time.

it wasn’t fucking. it was love-making. the kind you’d never expect from a man like toji.

he stayed inside of you after both of you came, buff arms trapping you as you listened to his slowing heartbeat as both of you trembled. neither of you wanted to move, if you could, you’d stay like this forever.

toji’s lips against your temple pulled you back from your daze, and you reached for your underwear to avoid a mess, sighing softly when he pulled out of you. “shower?” he asked, to which you nodded lazily.

before he could lift and throw you over his shoulder, you placed a kiss on his collarbone.

“let’s eat instant noodles and rewatch the episode after that. since you haven’t read the letter—”

oh, toji was never going to hear the end of this.

but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

[toji-sweetheart]

Coming home and cuddling with Toji after a hard day at work. He fixes you a hot bath, music, bubbles and all. Let's you relax while he starts dinner.

After dinner, you're both just cuddling in bed watching a movie. He's running his hand through your hair and giving you little kisses all over your face and hands. You both fall asleep still cuddled together and it's the best way to relax after a long day.

(Let's be honest, he would probably ask if you wanted him to eat you out as dessert too or help you in the bathroom, but would definitely respect you if you said no to either or both.)

Everything was weighing down on you, the stress of your work day lingered like a shadow even though you were off the clock now.

Getting home was the only thing on your mind, you knew Toji was already there but what you didn't know was he had something set up, after your text during lunch about your day he came home early.

The car ride home was silent, your playlist couldn't bring you the comfort your husband could or needed, you wanted to be in his arms and let him listen to you vent about your coworkers and boss.

Your heart lurches when you pull into the driveway seeing him standing by the front door in a loose-fitting shirt and pj pants, his eyes crinkled with the smile he wore from seeing you as well.

Like long lost lovers you flung yourself into his arms once you got out of the car and made it to him. "I missed you so much, today was shit." You groaned into his chest inhaling his scent.

"I know, your voice messages did make me chuckle a bit, you're something else when you're all riled up. Now let me take care of you."

Hand in hand you followed Toji inside looking at the rose petals that led toward the bathroom making you turn to look at him with a smile that could crack your cheeks. "Toji! You did this for me?" You asked.

He nodded with a smirk and leaned in to kiss you. "My baby doll deserves the best, and you ranted about having a hot bath later."

You couldn't help yourself and let out a small squeal before wrapping both arms around Toji peppering everywhere you could reach with soft honey kisses that made his stomach twist with affection.

Toji guided you to the bathroom that was scented with your favorite salts to help ease the tension in your muscles, the flicker of candles bathed the room in a warm glow and you could hear soft music.

His fingers deftly undressed you leaving a trail of kisses along your exposed skin before he held your hand watching as you sunk in the warm water with a sigh and moan. "You lay there and be pretty, I'll be right back." It was a whispered promise paired with a kiss before he left the room to head to the kitchen.

Dinner was simple seeing that he wasn't too skilled in the kitchen but Toji still wanted to make something, after all you've done something like this for him after work and it was time he done the same for you.

While the scent of food wafted down the hallway your stomach growled as you washed yourself up when Toji joined. "Hungry?"

"You don't even know, I couldn't even eat because I was being bombarded with questions and had to help people...wait, you cooked?" You asked with a soft giggle as he stepped further in to help you out of the tub to wrap the warm towel around you.

He scrunched his nose and slapped your ass gently as he dried you off. "I almost did order in but I wanted to do something for my baby."

Your face flushed with heat and love as you stared at him with all the affection you could muster in a single look, your pupils shaped into hearts as he dressed you in his t-shirt and pj pants knowing you loved wearing his clothing when relaxing.

Toji fed you, not letting you do it yourself further making you a mess of goo. "I didn't get dessert because I was thinking you'd be mine." He teased brushing his lips along your jaw line once dinner was finished.

You weren't in the mood for that as wonderful as that sounded. "I would let you eat me up for it but I'm not in the mood baby, tonight I just want to cuddle and watch a movie. I'm sorry." You whispered.

His big calloused hands cupped your cheeks making you look at him. "Don't apologize for that, I know sometimes getting your pussy ate puts you in a better mood, and it's something I enjoy too." He replied.

"You know all my weaknesses, and I know you do, you're so sweet and good to me. I love you." You leaned in and peppered his face in kisses before helping him clean up and ending up in the bed.

With the covers over the both of you, Toji tugged you against him making sure your legs were locked together as he put on your favorite while his fingers scratched your scalp making you groan. "I think I could cum just from this, you're a very talented man." You sighed.

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head then followed down lavishing you with the same affection you showed him earlier.

Being in the safety of the cocoon that you and Toji built was the only way to end a rough day.

[dabisqueen]

Slimeball line cook Dabi x fem!Reader 🦠

⇢ word count: roughly 1.8K

⇢ plot: sex on the beach

⇢ warnings: Minors DNI, line cook!Dabi has a lot of dumb pick-up lines up his greasy sleeves, smoking, drinking, unprotected sex, creampie

This is my submission for the Wet Hot Slimeball SUMMER BLOCK PARTY– hosted by @bastardblvd Pls don't take my shitty writing serious.

It's a hot and humid summer night, the heat of the bonfire making it even worse, with the flames illuminating each sweat-drenched face of the present Grimetown residents.

Who's dumb idea was it anyway, to do this during the summer?

You wipe the salty droplets off your forehead, thinking that at least you can enjoy looking at the scantily dressed men present. It's been a while since you’ve done it with anyone in Grimetown, the latest hook-up with sex shop owner Gojo needing you to go on Plan B.

Nonetheless, you feel needy tonight, like a horny teenager. The heat between your thighs undeniable, you take a deep breath, your breasts almost busting out of your skimpy bikini top.

Popping open the can of "Tramp Stamp", Grimetown's signature beer, you lift it to your lips to take a generous sip. The instantaneous taste of sulfur and cooked cabbage spreads in your mouth, making you shudder and cringe. 

What the–

Turning the can, your suspicion is confirmed when you see the expiration date. You sigh, taking another sip, ignoring the beer's foul taste. At least, it still makes you drunk; plus it's for free– courtesy of Landlord Sukuna. 

Accompanied by the shouting and jokes of the Grimetown residents, you watch Naoya - fully dressed - stumbling uncoordinatedly along the shoreline, asking repeatedly in a slurred voice if someone has seen his pink bikini. 

The wish for someone to rail your brains out outgrows you, and – as you take another sip of the beer – a certain dark-haired figure approaches. 

"Give me that–" Toji stops just a few feet away and stares at your drink, his large, muscular figure towering above you. "I'll pay you in nature."

Looking him up and down, you notice the large swell in his pink bathing trunks. Despite the urge to hook up with him for the night, the horde of rats at his feet, staring at you with their soul-piercing eyes, makes you shudder involuntarily. Your gaze snaps up to his face, eyes locking with his vibrant green ones.

"No thanks. Go and get your own." You take another sip of the beer to punctuate your words.

His expression turns sour, the scar across his lips contorting when the corners of his mouth pull down.

"'You serious?" His eyes narrow at you.

"Yup." Shrugging your shoulders, you focus all of your attention back on the almost empty can of beer.

"Cheap skank," he mutters under his breath, before he turns to saunter in the direction of the fire, with the rats following, yelling, "Who do I have to fuck to get some beer around here?"

As the bonfire continues to roast you from the front, a movement catches your attention and you turn to look.

"What’s a nice girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?" You hear a raspy voice, so husky and deep that it instantly spreads a warmth between your legs. 

Dabi, the cook at the local burger place "Cum n Eat", comes to a stop in front of you, a half-smoked cigarette hanging in the corner of his mouth. His hands are buried deep in his rainbow-colored swim trunks, lazy-lidded sapphire eyes gleaming down at you from above bright pink sunglasses.

"Oh for God's sake–" you grumble impatiently, "I already told Toji: go get your own fucking beer."

You roll your eyes and chug the remaining lukewarm dregs, feeling it burn down your esophagus. 

"I don't want your beer." He eyes you up and down. "Nice bikini. Can I talk you out of it?"

You almost choke. Blinking at him once, twice, you try to determine whether he's serious or not. But Dabi just grins, stepping closer and propping his sunglasses on his head. The bitter, tart smell of old grease and cigarettes starts to envelop you, as your attention is drawn in by the growing swell in the front of his trunks. Instantly, you feel a surge of pleasure light up every cell in your body. Your throat bobs as you swallow, your mouth filling with saliva.

"Are you seriously pulling these lines on me?" Your eyes quickly flick up to meet his, trying to hide the fact that you're somehow turned on by his sleazy approach. 

"If it works, it works." His eyebrows drift upwards, sly and smug, as his gaze drops down to your chest.

You notice with embarrassment how your nipples have pebbled up, their hard outlines visible through the thin fabric of your skimpy bikini top. You flinch and cross your arms over your chest, your cheeks starting to take on a pink hue.

"I think we both know what we want." Dabi looks at you a little more intense– hungrier.

You feel captivated by the striking aquamarine pools of his eyes and despite his grungy appearance, they have you imagining plenty of naughty things about him.

Fuck, you want to bang him. Badly.

"Ok, what do you have in mind?" You breathe, surprised at how needy you sound.

"Why don't I put you on my to-do list?" His tongue sneaks out, wetting his lips as he starts to stroke his cock over the fabric of his swim trunks, making it strain against his swim trunks.

"Well– better cross me off then." You reply and stand up, brushing the sand off your butt with your palms.

With a satisfied smirk, Dabi steps closer to wrap his fingers around your wrist, pulling you with him towards some protruding cliffs in the distance. 

Finding a small recess, Dabi shoves you in and pins you against the coarse rock, your meaty tits squishing against the hard surface. Taking another drag of his cigarette, he trails his free hand down the curve of your ass and pulls your bikini bottom to the side to reveal your soaked, throbbing pussy. 

"Damn girl," he chuckles as he blows out the smoke, "You're slicker than the floor of my burger place."

"Shut up," you pout, wiggling your buttcheeks, "and fuck me already."

"Can't say no to that, right?" Hooking his thumbs under the seams of his trunks, he pulls them down just enough to free his aching, pierced cock. It smacks against his abdomen before hanging heavy under its own weight, precum dripping off its tip.

Dabi sighs out another drag of his cigarette, eyes lazy-lidded, pumping himself a few times before aligning his eager cock with your aching pussy.

"I’m not a dentist, but I'm gonna give you a good filling." He growls betweed grittey teeth. Yet, you swallow back a snarky response, the teasing of his fat bulbous tip against the tight entrance of your pussy too distracting. Only a breathy moan escapes your lips, indicating how ready you are.

He dips down and the scent of cigarette smoke grows strong when his lips graze the rim of your ear. "Ready for this hot, fat Bratwurst?"

"For fuck's sake, Dabi–" you groan, "Cut it out already!"

He chuckles and takes another drag of his cigarette. Then he snaps his hips forward, plunging into you with one firm thrust, quickly stuffing you to the hilt. It tears a garbled cry from your throat as you collapse against the cold rock, your legs giving out as you struggle to accept him inside you.

"Fuck, your cunt's hotter than my cigarette." There's the barest hitch in his breath, his eyes glued to the sight of how your pussy is clenching around his girth.

He gives you hardly any time to accommodate before pulling back and forcing you to take his full length again. You bite your lips trying to suppress another strangled moan– but then he starts an even, savoring pace. 

The slow drag back and forth of his cock suddenly turns into quicker, fuller thrusts when he loses what’s left of his patience. It's all that you need, the rough friction of his barbells against your spongy walls feeling too delicious, and you can sense your orgasm growing closer and closer.

“What a sight,” Dabi rasps, watching his cock disappear relentlessly into your sloppy wet cunt with stunned awe. His hips pick up speed, pushing in and out, faster and faster, your needy moans and his throaty grunts inaudible over the cacophony of laughing, drinking, and shouting of all the others down the beach.

"Fuck," you curse, your head rolling back as you gasp for air, feeling the rough friction with each swirl of his hips.

"How do you like your eggs in the morning? Fertilized?" Dabi pants, as you eagerly meet every frantic jolt of his hips, "Cause I'm gonna cum inside of you."

"Shut the fuck up–" you cry, cunt clenching around him, "Just make me cum!"

His hips start moving even faster and each plunge into your pussy sends his cock reaching impossibly deeper inside. The sound of his length squeezing into your tightening pussy grows louder and lewder.

"Shit—” his breathing turns heavy, his jaw drops open. The cigarette tips from his mouth and onto your panties, burning a hole into them before falling on the beach sand below.

"Don't stop," You plead, feeling your climax just around the corner, your mind starting to swim. "Just like that, just a little longer!"

A broken groan leaves his lips and you feel a stutter in his movements before he stalls completely. A wet heat starts to fill you up as his cock twitches inside you, pumping you full of his sticky cum.

"Dude, what the fuck?" You turn your head, your own climax denied, leaving you utterly unsatisfied.

"What?" Dabi's lips pull up into a cocky grin. 

"I didn't cum!" You whine.

"Not my fault–" He tsks and withdraws from you with a lewd wet sound.

"You're a slimeball!" You yell, his cum dripping down your thighs onto the sand below,

"Never said I wasn't," he chuckles while tucking himself away. 

Turning on the spot, Dabi saunters off towards the bonfire. Angrily, you watch after him, still trying to regain your bearings when he starts jogging before it becomes a sprint. A familiar dark figure, surrounded by a swarm of rats, is standing by his beach towel, reaching down to grab a vacant can of beer and you hear Dabi yell, “Toji, get the fuck away from that or I’ll put your pets on my menu!”

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

just out of curiosity – why do you like sukugo??

i've just never seen any of the accounts i follow/my mutuals celebrate this pairing so i'm really curious!

:))))))))) i smiled so wide getting this ask anon. PLS DON’T BE ALARMED just take my hand and let me tell you abt two deeply violent homoerotic men….

okay so when it comes to sukugo i just. ADORE their dynamic and relationship. it’s one of my favorites in the entire manga and i truly think akutami COOKED with it . not only the shinjuku fight itself (which is, ofc, what sold me on the ship) but also the foreshadowing beforehand!!! like sukuna telling gojo that he’ll be the first one he kills…. the two of them making the same kind of pose in their respective volume covers (vol. 4 & 14….. another parallel which is even more devastating when you remember that the number four is associated with death in japan)….. both of them being referred to as ”the strongest.”

i actually didn’t pick up on a lot of it until we got to shinjuku!! but i just think akutami teased at their importance to each other so well and so early on.

WITH THAT BEING SAID . their dynamic. their parallels. yes. they’re both the strongest and the most isolated and those two things are synonymous. it ties into one of the most central themes of jjk that equates absolute strenght to absolute solitude — it’s a kind of curse. a curse and a blessing. and they both have it.

the main difference is that gojo knows what it’s like to be understood and loved — but sukuna doesn’t. so he can’t feel lonely. he’s never known what it’s like to not be alone. but gojo has!!! gojo has felt love and felt what it’s like to be understood, and when geto died a part of him died too. he’ll always be lonely. he’s the loneliest character in the series. and when he looks at sukuna he sees the exact same isolation that’s plagued him since the moment he was born. so what does he do about it?

he tries to teach sukuna about love.

^ and THAT’S . the most delicious dynamic ever. i take no criticism. i’ll die on the hill that this concept and their dynamic is one of the absolute highlights of jjk. it’s so GOOD. it’s so insanely good. gojo wants to teach sukuna about love/cure him from his solitude by killing him. and vice versa. it’s inherently violent and inherently tender and it makes me INSANE. to me that’s the greatest appeal of sukugo!!!! violence as tenderness is a trope very near and dear to my heart (and also VERY frequently associated w queer subtext in media…. just putting that out there……) and they do it so good. they have a blast killing each other.

also i just NEED to say how much i love the ”teach you about love” line. it’s one of my favorites in the manga and akutami utilizes it so well!! he repeats it over and over as foreshadowing and to build up the sukugo dynamic. the final reveal that gojo is ”the one who will teach [sukuna] about love” made me weep (even though it was so obvious)…. it’s just so deeply. idk. it just says so much about gojo as a character :(( the fact that he wanted to teach sukuna about love. i’ve seen some people who think that part is ooc but i disagree completely!! gojo has never concerned himself w the morals of others. not really. toji kills riko but gojo still has a respect for him and allows him to say his final words. he never hated geto despite his crimes. he supports yuji fully no matter how many people die because of him. etcetc. same with all his students.

gojo looks at sukuna and sees someone who is just as alone as he is. so deeply, deeply alone. him wanting to change that is not ooc in the slighest because that’s quite literally what drives gojo as a character:

he’s just such a genuinely good person at his core. and it coexists with the way he sometimes disregards morality. this is a hot take but i genuinely think gojo’s character blossomed fully in his battle with sukuna….. i don’t see him as ooc in it at all. he genuinely wanted to reach sukuna!! he knew he was the only one who could even hope to do so. and he tried his best.

and, i would argue that he succeeded.

SEGWAY TIMEEEEEEEEE LET’S GO. okay so let’s talk abt one of my favorite panels in the jjk manga, the panel that solidified sukugo as one of my favorite pairings Of All Time:

(two diff translations bc i love them both :3)

THIS. wow. wow. wow. i could talk abt this panel alone for hours and hours but i’ll try to be coherent……

there’s just? so much meaning to be found here??? for both of them????? not only is it a fundamental moment for gojo — being praised and acknowledged and accepted as himself rather than the strongest — but it’s also proof that gojo did reach sukuna!!! he’ll remember him forever. sukuna will never fully be entirely isolated because even millenia into the future he’ll still remember gojo. gojo nestled his way into sukuna’s heart.

and that’s just . so romantic isn’t it???? so beautiful???????? this is the culmination of gojo’s efforts; the most genuine expression we’ve ever seen on sukuna’s face. he actually looks happy.

i cried seeing that panel btw 😭😭 not a joke!! i was already crying when i started chapter 236 bc i knew how it’d end but this panel (+ the one w geto cheering gojo on in his cult leader fit) made me SOB. not exaggerating. i’ve never cried so much reading a manga… T_T

so!!!! yeah. i just love sukugo. their dynamic is so interesting and beautiful and i can never get enough of it. sometimes i love it more than stsg… don’t tell geto that though……..

[fushipurro]

Braving the Storm

☆ Synopsis: A stormy night after a long day of work and now the power's out. As if things couldn't get worse, your hot stranger of a neighbor shows up at your door and you end up inviting him in.

☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, some fluff, smut, foreplay (nipple, fingering), pet names, creampie, dom/sub, jjk au

☆ Word Count: 1.8k

Of all the days for your work to keep you late, it had to be the night when a big storm was booming overhead, rain pouring down on you as you made your way home as quickly as you could to the shelter of your small apartment complex. Upon arriving at your front door, you sighed, stopping to take a quick breath and squeeze the water out of your clothes as best as you could. Each time the thunder boomed, it sent a shiver down your spine, with a small yelp each time from you as fear trickled from within.

Finally inside, you thought the worst might be behind you. After all, you were finally freed from work and could take the time to relax, cook a meal, and drown out the storm with some netflix before bed. That is well, until the power went out before you even got your shoes off.

"Ugh, you have got to be KIDDING me." Before continuing with anything else, you stumbled around in the dark, pulling out candle after candle, hoping to illuminate what you could. Nothing better than a childish fear of storms than having to be stuck in the dark just waiting for lightning to shine and keep you on edge until the crack of thunder shakes your core.

As you lit the final candle, your living room sparked with light from the storm outside, and before the heavens had a chance to get a good scare on you, the knocking at the front door did just that.

"Really, at this hour?" you hissed with annoyance, heading over to the door. After all, you hadn't even had a chance to sit down let alone change out of your drenched clothes that were making you shiver. Upon opening the door, you're met by the sheer statue of your next-door neighbor who you hardly see. A man with raven hair and a mysterious scar over his lip, each part of his body lined with muscles and bulging veins. He too seemed like he had been soaked, but not from the rain as he was wearing only a robe. "Oh, it's just you, Toji. Do you know what time it is?"

The man gazed down at you, but not at your eyes. No, instead they were locked with the top of your white blouse that was very much transparent now after being out in the storm. You soon realized and tried to cover yourself with your blazer, while still obviously shivering a bit. "Do you need something, Toji?" you said hastily.

"Power went out before my laundry could finish, was wondering if you had any spare towels but..." he looked you over from top to bottom with eyes that were almost too invasive for your liking. "Doesn't seem like you do either with how soaked you are." Toji answered with his deep resounding voice. His voice was one thing you liked about him as it tickled your ears in ways no other voice has. That is, aside from the nights he's busy with other women until the crack of dawn and messing with your schedule.

"Oh you just want a towel, come inside out of the rain, I'll bring you a fresh set."

"Thanks, y/n"

You headed to your bathroom to grab a set of towels, stopping at the mirror to realize how much Toji could really see of you which of course made you turn red with anger and embarrassment. Returning to him, you proceeded to hand him the towels when suddenly a pop of thunder shook your house and caused your hands to drop the towels on the floor in an effort to cover your ears from the noise with a frightful yelp.

Toji's eyes widened as he stood unfazed and staring at your reaction. "You scared of storms?"

"Yeah... I know it's childish but I could never shake it."

Toji closed the distance between the two of you and moved his hand to your cheek in order to push some wet hair back behind your ears. His eyes staring through yours as it just made you blush even more.

"I know of one way to help get your mind off the storms, and it'd finally get you out of those clothes turnin' you blue" he purred at the same time he gave you a lustful grin. Dumbfounded and still blushing, you couldn't bring yourself to try and protest as the continuous waves of thunder just drew you closer to Toji until he had his arms wrapped around you. The way his warmth invited you in until you were looking at him with his lips near yours with little room to breathe and his emerald eyes conveying a hunger only you could satiate.

He began moving into you with his body and mouth until you reached your couch together, falling onto it while he gracefully swooped down next to you with his arm around your back to keep you from falling backwards more than you already were. Finally you had a moment to catch your breath as he moved his lips down to your neck, kissing, sucking, and biting until you were bruised in several spots. One by one, he unbuttoned your shirt until he could fling it across the room, unhooking your bra and leaving his right hand to move up your thigh under your skirt. Toji's other hand cupped your freed breast, his thumb circling your bud with a few pinches here and there.

"Toji.." you let a soft moan escape from your throat. Against your leg, you could feel the sensation of his member pressing and throbbing. Oh how you didn't expect that they could be that large even while hard. What Toji doesn't know yet is that this is your first time, and what a way to lose your pureness than with your hot experienced neighbor with a manhood thicker than your own arm.

"That's right, doll, keep moaning for me." his deep voice huffing as he swirled around your apex until you were soaked enough to start pushing his first finger in.

"Oh- fuck!" you moaned out, squirming at his touch and digging your nails into his back. He continued until he could add more and more digits inside, knowing exactly where to find your g-spot.

"You're so fucking tight, sweetheart, don't tell me this is your first time?" Toji stared into your eyes with an expression you couldn't read but he continued to pump you with his fingers and holding the back of your head to face his. Your heart was in your throat, what if you say yes? Would this unexpected but enjoyable night come to an end? While you've dated before, you never got as close to someone as you are now with the stranger from next-door.

"Ye-yeah, is that a problem?" you said blushing between moans. You could feel a sensation of euphoria you've never felt rising in your, tickling your body until he quickly retracted his fingers, denying you from climaxing.

His narrow gaze turned to one of joy and almost sadistic pleasure as he smiled and retracted from you to begin pulling his sweatpants down. As soon as he did, he revealed his sheer girth befitting of his size with a glint of wetness coming from the tip that began swirling around the tip.

"Not at all, doll. I'll make sure you feel every inch of what you got yourself into for letting me inside with you."

Toji began to lean down over you, one arm next to your face and the other guiding the tip of his length to your lower lips until he could circle around your clit teasing your reaction as all you could do was mentally prepare yourself for what it could possibly feel like. But oh how you didn't expect the initial pain as he slowly pushed his way inside of you. You couldn't help but squirm and clench your nails into your palms as Toji continued to look down at you with a hungry smile, clearly enjoying the show you were giving him for your first time.

"That's a good girl, you'll get better the more we do this as you become a perfect fit to mine."

A perfect fit? And he thinks this is going to happen more than once? How could it not though, you never knew something like this or someone like him could make you feel such ecstasy and all these sounds you never knew you could make as he quickened his pace going deeper and deeper into your depths. It was almost unbearable how good Toji was making you feel and not to mention he lifted your legs back and could hit your prime, going faster and faster. The sense of euphoria returning as you could feel him throbbing more and more inside of you.

"Oh I'm gonna fucking cum- be a good girl and take it. I promise you'll be begging for more after this." He sneered, hardly containing himself from moaning. This kind of power play was obviously a turn on, every bit of this man outsized you and the sense that he was a protector to you in light of the raging storm just boosted that ego more.

"Fuck! Toji! Please!" you squirmed and writhed as his grip tightened over your thighs and butt, leaning back and gripping the couch to the point you thought you tore a hole open.

"Keep looking at me, doll." he said, moving one of his hands to the back of your head so he could see his expression when he finally pumped his seed inside of you as hit that euphoric taste you almost got to earlier. Your legs now wrapped around his waist, squeezing with everything you have along with your insides. This only released more from Toji until he pulled back out with a trail of white stickiness following that he carefully admired. He leaned down to kiss your exhausted self and brush your hair back like he did earlier in the evening. "That's a good girl, don't think for a second I'm through with you yet, but I'll let you catch your breath."

Toji helped to clean you up as your legs were aching and weak, barely able to stand on your own without needing to lean on him. At that point the power came back on, making you realize that he was right and you indeed forgot about the storm beneath the sounds of moaning and flesh. He never ended up leaving that night as that first taste of love led to several more encounters until the sun peaked over the horizon. Another thing Toji was right about as you couldn't get enough of him and neither could he of you.

Overtime the sounds of other women coming from his side of the wall faded and instead, those fateful nights were spent in your apartment pleasure seeking or simply cozying up to one another to block out the sounds of the world and troubles of the day to day. Toji had become your everything and you became his, forever.

☆ Notes: first fic i've written in years, a little short and self indulgent but the toji brainrot is real...

[karizard-ao3]

Hello! I've been enjoying reading your NGE opinions and aus a lot! Can I ask you how'd you do a full prom saga au?

Whew, why does this feel so tricky? I've been thinking about this one and I'm not sure where to take it, so let's just jump in!

First off, I think we have to group everyone into who would expect/ want to go to prom and who wouldn't? So it would be:

Wants to:

Asuka, Kensuke, Toji, Class Rep (Hikari?), Kaworu

Not interested:

Rei

Too insecure to even contemplate going to prom unless a minimum of three people he admires tell him they want to see him there:

Shinji

Then we have to think, what would be the conflict? What is the big problem we're having with prom that we're going to have to overcome? I think the answer is obvious: How to get Shinji and Rei to go. I feel like Asuka needs to be the driving force there, but I also don't think she would particularly care if they go (Rei she definitely wouldn't give a fuck, Shinji she would be back and forth on, I think) unless there was an incentive. So, maybe Misato asks her to try to get Shinji and Rei to go as a favor because she's worried about them being such depressed loners and, in exchange for her service, Misato will-

Wait. oh my god. We have an opportunity here to do a makeover plot line.

Ohhhhhhhhhh my god. Please forget everything I was saying before because I think this would be so funny. We could do an Asushin She's All That thing! Hot and popular Asuka declares that she can turn any loser boy from school into the Prom King, and poor Shinji becomes her project.

I think if we go this route we would probably have to alter the living arrangements so that Asuka and Shinji are not housemates, but I think we could reasonably have them living in the same apartment building. I kind of want to have Shinji living with Kaji and Asuka with Misato. I like when Misato and Asuka have girl talk and I think it's cute that Shinji apparently tries to mimic Kaji's style in ANIMA. Oh, what if Shinji tried to style himself like Kaji on the day Asuka decided to ask him to prom and was not successful? She critiques his look and is like, "I'll fix you, if you agree to go to prom with me" or something like that? I don't know. Just a thought. It might not work.

Kaji and Misato having their own little romance subplot going on while Asuka and Shinji are going through their own thing also very much appeals to me, and as the Asushin plotline progresses it can impact Kaji and Misato's relationship somehow? Don't know. But I do want a Kaji/Misato thing to happen. (I googled it. The ship name is Misakaji.)

Okay, so, Asuka and Shinji have this deep-seated disdain for each other, even from the beginning. I guess maybe Class Rep can be the one who picks Asuka's project and she picks Shinji, which Asuka tries to get out of at first, but eventually has to suck it up and invite him to prom. So that's the first hurdle. She needs to get him to agree. Luckily for the fic, Shinji will have his own reasons for saying yes. What could they be? Probably some kind of pressure from his friends. Kensuke and Toji were teasing him about being bitchless or something, maybe? Or Kaji tells him he needs to find a prom date and do one normal high school thing before he graduates. We know Shinji does what he's told, so he's now struggling to find a date. Along comes Asuka to tell him he's going to prom with her and also allowing her to make him over so she'd not humiliated to be seen with him, and he's just like, "Ugh. Fine."

They are definitely butting heads and stuff at first, but eventually they start to see a softer side of each other, as happens in these situations. Maybe Shinji discovers Misato never stocks food in the fridge and Asuka isn't a very accomplished cook, so he ends up bringing her meals. Asuka learns that Shinji doesn't want to look like his asshole father and she reveals her own father is a jerk, so they bond over that? They find out Kaji and Misato are hooking up and that's a whole thing.

There should be some angry making out.

I mean, they would really only have like a month to go from prom invite to prom night, right? Or is it six weeks? It's a very short amount of time for them to switch their tunes about each other, so I guess maybe instead of a full on love confession, we can shoot for something like: Shinji is feeling really awful about himself that he needs to be made over and act like a completely different person to get positive attention from the other kids at school. Asuka feels like her baby romance with Shinji is only because she's pushing it, and he doesn't actually care. In the end Asuka tells Shinji he's fine the way he is and undoes his makeover as much as she can (she gives him back his polo shirt and comes the styling product out of his hair? Or she rents him the silly powder blue tux he was so taken with when they went shopping for prom outfits?). She also tells Shinji he doesn't have to go to prom with her. She might just stay home. Shinji says he would rather hang out with her, then, since the only reason he wants to go to prom is to hang out with her. It is a lovely moment. Misato and Kaji are not having it. They have both spent so much fucking money on the kids' tickets and limo and outfits and shit. Misato even paid for Asuka to get her makeup done by a professional. It's very sweet they think they're going to hang out around the house in their prom outfits, but no. They are actually getting their asses to prom right now.

So Asuka and Shinji go to the dance, but they sneak out onto the school roof or something at some point and slow dance under the stars and then don't go back in.

I hope that was intelligible. I will not be reading over it for mistakes. Feel free to chime in with other ideas.

[bastardblvd]

Question who are all the residents of grimetown and what do they do?

so this is not a complete list of grimetown residents as we have over 60 of them at this point and i cannot remember them all but i'll take a stab at it:

the original slimeball freeloader!toji who, as the name suggests, has no career and freeloads off his partners/hookups/child/etc. known to scam and swindle. drives a flintstones-style cardboard vehicle, and by driving i mean runs everywhere.

evil landlord!sukuna who owns every building in grimetown

at the mcdonald's on the intersection of struggle street and bastard boulevard is the only employee mcdonald’s manager!aki hayakawa

dmv employee!yuuta okkotsu behind the counter with his big wet moose eyes, has longstanding beef with the aforementioned mcdonald's manager

the law and order hot cop!nanami

fake osha inspector!kishibe who can be persuaded into giving you a passing grade if you flash your tits and/or bits

rich boy!megumi, son of freeloader!toji and the bougiest bitch in all of grimetown (after his stepdaddy gojo)

tattoo artist!choso who tattoos out of his little brother's home gym

speaking of, gym owner!yuuji with his modest home gym

worst rated nail tech!nobara kugisaki

tiktok stars!denji and power (only tiktok stars as a pair, otherwise they are general slimeballs and menaces to society)

former drug dealer and now jobless!naoya who is freeloading in stepdaddy merc's residence after the new dealer in town put him out of business <3

best in the game weed dealer!recovery girl

grave digger!maki

perverted old men peepaw!jiraiya and peepaw!kishibe

their caretaker nurse!kakashi

professional car dealership noodle floaty!satoru gojo

slutty postman!getou

line cook!dabi

slimeball starbucks barista!denki

slimeball starbucks manager!bakugou

taxi driver!zoro (also a lifeguard)

line cook!sanji

tattoo artist!eren jaeger

dental hygienist!eren jaeger

dentist!mahito

dentist!orochimaru

slutty starbucks barista!dabi

sex shop owners!satosugu

mall cop!mai zen'in

used car salesman!kirishima

ikea warehouse employee!kirishima

daycare employee!yor forger

gas station employee!yoshida

odd jobs handyman!deku

receptionist and discord mod!inumaki

toji joe's owner!toji (like trader joe's)

hooters waitress!toji

[wri0thesley]

can i request arranged marriage with toji and corruption please 🥰

wedding rings - toji x fem!reader (5k)

the zenin clan just can't stop meddling in toji's affairs. what's he supposed to do with the nervous little virgin who shows up on his doorstep and says that her family and his have said they have to get married? not fuck her?

warnings: not sfw/minors dni. arranged marriage. corruption kink. virgin reader. light cunnilingus, fingering, coming inside. light dub-con by nature of 'arranged marriage'. afab reader, fem pronouns.

[a/n: writing toji is always so much fun ;_; ]

When you showed up at Toji’s door with suitcase in hand, trembling lip and eyes all wide and frightened, he had laughed outright.

It was just like the fucking Zenin clan to be meddling in his life even now, wasn’t it? Even though Toji has abandoned them and slaughtered their ilk, their bullshit about bloodlines still leaks into every facet of what they do; and clearly the idea that Toji, even with his flawed lack of cursed energy, might be able to pass on the technique and hasn’t got a pretty little wife to impregnate yet had rankled them so badly that they’d sorted the whole situation out for him.

If he didn’t hate jujutsu society so much, he’d almost feel bad for you.

You’re clearly in the bloom of life; fresh-faced and innocent, not expecting to find yourself in Toji’s messy shithole of an apartment (why bother making it nice, when he spends so long out of it for work?). He wonders who you’ve pissed off to end up here.

As it turns out, you end up telling him yourself, a frown on your face.

Turns out, you’re . . . not quite just like him, but you’ve been fucked over by your clan just as much for not being able to be useful. You can see cursed spirits, but you’ve got no cursed energy, no technique – despite your clan usually producing good, dutiful, powerful wives. Disappointment of the family. He can understand what that feels like.

So they were probably glad to get rid of you. Might even hope you’ll bear Toji’s kid and it’ll have no technique to speak of itself, too – so both families can forget about you.

(Well, Toji thinks to himself with a grin – his family can’t forget about him, much as they want to, considering both his nickname and his line of work.)

He takes a sip of the glass of water he’s holding in his hand, green eyes focused very hard on you. You’re not in traditional clothing, like most clan members he knows would be; you’re wearing a pale blue dress that you keep tugging uncomfortably down over your thighs. Toji lets his eyes linger on your thighs, too – he might as well appreciate the view, he supposes.

Your suitcase is full of, as well as a collection of clothes in modest cut and soft, pastel colours, documents. Toji flips through some of them, nose wrinkling at the boring jargon. He does linger on a caveat about if you bear him children, they all have to take the Zenin name, and Toji and you will be ‘compensated handsomely’ for handing over the kid’s education and raising to the clan--

Bullshit.

Toji’s about to crumple them up on the floor and tell you to get the fuck out of his house, when he catches sight of you over the edge of the paper. You’ve drawn yourself in; shoulders tight, pretty mouth pressed into a tight line, eyes shining with a mixture between hope and fear. You look so lost. You look so innocent.

A little curl of heat makes itself known in the very base of Toji’s stomach; the thought of you being a good little wife, on your knees. The thought of him telling you exactly how to suck his cock.

He knows how the sorcerer clans raise women like you.

He knows you’ll be eager to please and obedient, falling over yourself to keep your man happy. He knows, too, that you’ll be pliant and agreeable – and that you’ll be pure as the driven snow. That thought gives him pause.

You’re seductive to him without realising it, in the totally guileless way you act, as if you don’t know that he’s considering how your tits would fill his hands and how tight your precious, untouched cunt would feel around his girth.

If he rejects you, what will your clan do?

You’re as fucked as him. He can see it in the shine of your eyes in his kitchen; you’re afraid he will throw you out, like he was thinking of. Leave you to fend for yourself on the streets of Japan, because there’s no way your family will want you back after even scum like Toji’s rejected you.

Would it be so bad?

He lets himself look at you critically. He takes in the curves, the dips, the contours of your body; the way you’d feel beneath him. Your face, and what it would look like lost in pleasure.

Perhaps it would be pleasant, to have someone to return to after a hit; to have someone warm his bed, curl around him, cook for him and take care of him. Perhaps it would be pleasant to take a pretty little virgin and break her into exactly what he wants in a woman. To teach her how he likes to fuck, how he likes her to act, to condition her until he can crook his finger at her and she’s bending over, presenting herself already slick and needy for his cock to use however he sees fit.

“Alright,” he says, draining the glass. “Sure, sweetheart. We’ll get married.”

Later on that night, he creeps into the spare room. You’re asleep on top of the covers in a cute pyjama set that’s all frills and froth and pale pink; elastic in the shorts digging into the flesh of your thighs, top clinging to the curve of your chest. His cock stirs in his pants looking at you. You’re so . . . innocent. There’s no mark to you; Toji wants to cling to your hips until there are bruises in the shape of his hands, wants to worry love-bites into your neck like a necklace, wants to ruin you until you’re tear-stained and whimpering and arching your hips up for him--

Calloused fingers trail along your skin. You’re so soft. Where Toji is all scars and muscle, your skin is like satin. You moan in your sleep, pretty face furrowing, and Toji wants to see your face creased in pleasure too. Your mouth drops open and he imagines thrusting his cock in it; how pretty and shiny your lips would look wrapped around his shaft, almost too big for you to even take.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, thumb skimming the exposed stomach where your pyjama top has ridden up. “Ripe for the picking, ain’t ya?”

Your eyes twitch. Eyebrows, furrow – and you blink your gaze awake, sticky-slow, to see your fiancee looming over you in the dark.

“What’re you—?” You ask, still sleep-laced, but Toji just makes a soft noise in the back of his throat.

“Just lookin’ at the merchandise, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Wanna make sure you ain’t damaged, that’s all--”

“I—I’m not!” The cute little burst of outrage is ruined somewhat by the yawn that you have to suppress in the middle of it, but Toji grins.

He didn’t think the Zenins would send you if you weren’t – they wouldn’t want to risk the precious possibility of a kid born with power and technique not really being one of theirs – but it’s nice to hear your mouth confirm what he’s been suspecting and hoping is the truth.

“Aw, baby girl,” he says, keeping his voice low and even, trying to comfort you even as his hand is sliding further up, cupping one of your breasts (his palm brushes your nipple and he feels it harden beneath his touch, stiffening to a peak – he wants to see what you look like under there so badly), “C’mon, it’s fine. I ain’t gonna hurt you--”

“M-Mr Zenin,” you say, and the tremble in your voice is so cute. His cock is straining against the boxer shorts he wore to sleep in. You’re wide awake now; your eyes meeting his. “I—I know, but--”

He’s on the bed. He doesn’t miss how your gaze strays to his veined forearms, where the muscles bulge in his biceps, the carefully sculpted and maintained abdomen and pecs – he sees the swallow in your throat, the way your cute little tongue reaches out to swipe nervously over your lower lip.

Thumb brushes your collarbone and you shudder, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. He sees your thighs twitch, squeeze together – he’s willing to bet if he dipped his fingers into your slit right now, he’d pull his digits back out with your slick glimmering on them.

“Just call me Toji.”

“T-Toji—” Your voice pitches, shuddering with arousal that you don’t know how to handle. He’s heard that note in women’s voice before; that desperate ‘I want to be touched, but I know I shouldn’t want it’ wobble. He’s been the cause of it more times than he can count.

“S’okay,” he soothes, his other hand rounding over your hip, his knees nudging your legs apart. “You’re savin’ yourself for marriage, yeah? We’ll get the papers signed in the mornin’, I promise, botha our families are the kind to make sure things can be rushed through quick--”

“I—” You’re a little breathless, all needy and hot under his touch. It’s adorable. “I shouldn’t, please, it’s only a few days--”

“You want to.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement, as he curls his fingers about your hip, as he settles his own muscular thighs between yours and he sees that there’s a damp spot on the pale pink shorts. Soaked through your underwear and your nightwear? He forgot how sensitive virgins can be. “Don’t lie to yourself, angel.”

He leans down, scarred lips brushing yours. You taste like his toothpaste; peppermint on his tongue as he swipes it over your lower lip and you sigh as you allow him entrance. It’s the first mark of him on you, but he knows it won’t be the last. He deliberately presses his knee against your clothed mount, grinding it just a little – and you whimper into his mouth, heated and desperate.

“We’ll be married soon as,” he murmurs to you, pulling back, looking at you with lust darkening his eyes. No man has ever looked at you quite as hungrily as Toji is looking at you right now. And he’s so handsome, his touches gentle-- “You wanna be a good girl for me, right? S’just what a wife does for her husband, yeah?”

“Yes,” you breathe, and Toji grins at you. It’s a feral, starving grin, that you feel deep inside of you as you clench around nothing and burn to be touched.

He kisses you again, hungrier. He nips at your lower lip, his tongue roughly demanding entrance – he dances against your own. You’ve never really understood the idea of kissing with tongues, but Toji knows exactly what he’s doing; hitting a spot on the roof of your mouth that makes you shudder and gasp, your hands coming up to grasp his biceps.

The muscle underneath them is so solid, and Toji can’t help but notice how soft your hands are on him. He knows you’ll be that soft everywhere else, and the thought spurs him on.

“I’m gonna undress you now,” he tells you, thick and throaty. His big fingers curve under the hem of the lacy top you’re wearing, gently tugging it up over your stomach and then your breasts. That sharp green gaze caresses every newly bared inch of you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Fuckin’ hell. You’re a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.”

Your skin feels hot under the compliment, Toji’s flat palm sliding along the softness of your tummy to round over your breasts. Your nipples have pebbled and stiffened in the cool air of the spare room, and Toji flicks his thumb along one (making you shiver, again, he notices) before he bends his head to suckle the bud into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it in a way that has your back arching and thighs clenching.

He chuckles at the noise you make as his lips pop off, and he turns his attention to the other side.

“Responsive, ain’t ya?” He asks. “You’re adorable.”

You give him a trembling breath as a response, which he takes as a sign to begin a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses down from your breasts to your stomach, tongue tracing the shape of your navel, teeth grazing your hips so gently that you barely feel them. He takes the waistband of your shorts in his mouth and tugs those down using your teeth, and the vision of him between your legs like that--

“Ha,” he says, as his fingers reach to tug them, expertly manipulating your legs so he can get them off without moving from between them. “Careful there, darlin’. You’re gonna soak right through the sheets.”

His mouth, again – kissing firmly against the wet patch on your underwear, his breath fiery hot. His mouth is solid enough that you feel the jolt that goes through you as his nose pushes against your clit, even through the cotton. Toji almost smirks at how much of a cliché the white cotton underwear trimmed with pale pink lace is, but the scent of you is too heady for him to want to do anything but bury his head between your thighs.

Lower. He kisses all over your slit, hard enough that you jerk, ruing the barrier between you two. His thumb strokes circles into your inner thigh--

He seems content to kiss at you through the fabric – but really, he’s waiting for you to give in. To beg him to take them off. From just how wet his face is even with the barrier in his way, he doesn’t think it will be long – and you do not disappoint. You raise your whips, softly mewling;

“Please, I –”

“Please, what, darlin’?” He asks you. “C’mon, you can use your words – no secrets from your husband, right?”

“I—” You’re so cute, squirming and feeling like a slut for him. He loves it. He loves the tremble of your body and the fact that your eyes are glassy with need. “P-please take my underwear off, I wanna--” You swallow. “W-wanna feel without it--”

“Aww, y’should’ve just said so,” Toji says. Fingers pry beneath the gusset.

He doesn’t bother manipulating your body this time. He simply tugs hard enough to split the seams, the fabric delicate from being saturated in your slick.

(Doesn’t matter, anyway. While he’s home, you won’t be wearing underwear.)

You gasp at the display of strength, swallowing – and Toji grins at you again. Oh, you like that? He’s got more shows of strength where that came from, don’t you worry.

He props up your knees with his hands and says;

“Wrap your hands around these, keep your legs spread for me like a good girl, yeah?”

You nod, shyly averting your gaze as you do just that and the position spreads you open lewdly; your velvet-soft folds bared entirely to Toji’s hungry eyes.

You’re already absolutely dripping, but Toji can see that you’re nervous.

“Don’t worry,” he soothes you, again. He can’t help but notice how small you look; the pearl of your clit nestled between curling soft petals, your pulsing hole. He knows you’ll take him, but . . . fuck, he thinks you’ll be a stretch. Not that that’s a bad thing. “I’m gonna open you up, darlin’, alright?”

“Y-yeah,” your voice is tremulous, soft – and sends a throb right to his cock. It’s been straining against his boxer shorts since the moment he saw you, but your eyes all big and glossy with trust and the vulnerable position you’re in and the knowledge you have never been touched like this are really doing a number on it.

But fuck it, he’s not gonna hurt you more than he has to if he’s really going to keep you around. He gently spreads your plump labia lips even further apart with his fingers, so your clit stands swollen to attention. You shiver under his calloused fingers, as he leans in and a hot wash of breath fans over you.

Toji’s tongue darts out to lap a long, slow stripe from perineum to clit, and though he can’t see your face any more, he hears the way you whimper.

Another. He lets himself soak his face in your slick; lets his tongue get deep between your folds. You taste so good on his tongue; honey-sticky and sugar-sweet. The tip of the wet muscle gently flickers against your clit and your hands are suddenly wrapped in his hair, your chest heaving in sensitive gasps. You keep your legs raised, so he decides to be kind. He eases his lips off of you for a moment to mumble, amused;

“Don’t pull too hard, I’m too young to be losin’ my hair--”

Before he dives back in between your legs, once more licking and sucking at the tender flesh. Your stomach explodes in fireworks, your heart beating so fast you can hear it in your ears. Toji’s mouth and tongue against you is a wet, lascivious noise that at once makes your toes curl in pleasure and cringe in embarrassment. Is it awful and forward of you to be enjoying yourself like this? Your family have always drilled into you that a proper wife isn’t a slut, but still does what her husband wants--

Toji’s not your husband yet, but this is fine, right? To have him eating you out like you’re a desert oasis? His lips lock around your clit and he sucks and your vision whites out for a second, your hands tugging hard at the dark hair in your grip--

And he comes away with a light laugh that still manages to shiver with seduction. His face is shiny with you as he looks at you with eyes half-lidded and still hungry.

“What’d I say, huh?” He teases you. “Angel, I could have fucked you with my tongue all night--” He likes seeing how the crude words make you flinch, nervous but pleased but ashamed all warring within you. Your lips are pushed forward, the moue almost petulant. His voice drops a tone. “Don’t look at me with that cute pout. You don’t know what it does to me.”

If he didn’t still need to stretch you out using his fingers, he’d take a moment to kiss you so you could taste yourself and just how needy you’d been for him on his lips. But he’s still driving a hole through his boxers, so . . . the sooner you’re able to take him, the better.

You’ve gone back to holding your legs apart with your hands. Excellent.

Besides. He hadn’t finished what he was doing, and he thinks it’ll be easier to fuck you if you’ve already come once. Your poor, swollen clit hasn’t had all the attention it deserves. You’re being so cute, so well-behaved for him--

“Relax,” he says, softly, as he eases his fingers from spreading you open, dipping them in the mess he’s made of your slit. “This might sting a bit--”

One finger finds your hole; circles the sensitive entrance, making the muscles in your thighs tremble. But you keep your legs spread open for him like a good girl, and he’s able to gently push his index finger in, first to one knuckle, then to the second, and then to the ones at the base.

“Good girl,” he breathes, barely able to breathe at how tight you feel around him. Your insides are silky and hot and wet, clinging to him like a lifeboat in the sea. He pumps the lone finger in and out of you, rubbing the pad against the inside of your walls until he finds the spot that makes you throw your head back and give him a long, choked moan. “There we go,” he keeps talking to you, softly, like you’re a spooked animal. “’M gonna put the second one in, yeah? You’re takin’ it like a champ, sweetheart. You wanted this, huh?”

You babble something that he doesn’t care enough to listen to but overall sounds positive. This one’s a stretch, his middle finger and index finger even tighter. But he needs to get three in you, he thinks, or you’ll never take his cock. You let go of your thighs, and he sucks in a breath – but your feet clearly need purchase on the bed, your fingers twisting in bedsheets now they can’t twist in his hair, and you breathe through the stretch so he figures it’d be churlish to tell you off for it now.

He keeps hitting that spot as he fucks you slowly on his fingers, until he can feel your cunt sucking him in, pulsing around him.

“Third finger,” he tells you, his own throat dry. “Next time I fuck you with this one, you’ll feel my weddin’ ring--”

You tighten around the other two at that. Cute. Three fingers opening you wide, scissoring inside of you, aches – but you’re being so good for him, the most that’s coming out of your mouth sweet little whines. Toji rewards you by crooking them inside you against that spot, his thumb coming to gently rub circles into your swollen clit.

He’s been teasing you for too long, and you are a virgin – it’s no surprise that the stimulation proves too much for you too quickly, and you arch your back at the same time as fireworks go off inside of you, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, tightening and loosening as waves of euphoria wash over you.

You soak Toji’s fingers with the rush of your release; the gush of liquid.

He whistles, low and impressed. So you’re a squirter, huh? Toji doesn’t mind that at all. It’s not like he’ll be doing the laundry – and it’s kind of hot, to look down at you and see what a mess he’s made of your little virgin cunt--

“That’s it,” he says, guiding you over the last low crests of your orgasm. “I think y’can take me now, sweetheart. Let’s get you comfy--”

He shows off his strength a bit, because he knows it will get you going despite the sensitivity of your body from your recent orgasm. You’re man-handled by him higher on the bed, so your head is on the mountain of pillows you’ve slipped down. He can pick you up as if you weigh nothing at all, despite the creak of the bedsprings clearly saying the opposite.

Your legs are urged to wrap around his hips.

“Don’t worry,” he tells you, again. He doesn’t think he’s ever reassured a fuck as carefully and constantly as he’s reassuring you; but then again, he’s never intended to marry one of his fucks before.

You, though – you’re so adaptable. So untouched. So different from women and men who come onto him at bars and flutter eyelashes and make soft little insinuations. He can corrupt you into exactly what he wants, and the thought of you knowing nothing but his cock forever and serving him like he’s the only man in the world--

It’s enough to make a lesser man come in his pants.

“You’re tired, yeah? I’ll do most of the work. You lie there and take it like the sweetheart you are.”

He’s shucked his underwear off in the man-handling, and now he shifts so that you can see the full glory of what he’s packing. Your eyes widen.

He gets that a lot. Even for a virgin who’s probably never seen a cock before, it’s obvious that Toji’s the real deal – you swallow, nervous, and whisper;

“I—what if it doesn’t fit--?”

(There’s a tremble of fear in there, that you’ve fucked up; that he still might throw you aside if you can’t take him, and now you’ve been utterly ruined.)

“Hey,” he says, all comforting and appeasing, “I ain’t hurt you yet, have I?” You shake your head, but your bottom lip is still trembling. “I’m gonna go slow with you, I promise.” He shifts forward again, the head of his cock catching against your entrance. “Just keep your eyes on me, darlin’. I promise, it’ll feel so good . . . you wanna keep your husband happy, don’t ya? I’ve already got you all stretched and prepped. Just breathe--”

He keeps up the steady stream of talk as he urges his hips forward, your cunt swallowing the head of his cock first before he’s able to push more of his shaft in. You keep your eyes on his, green eyes locked against yours – and though he can hear the shake in your chest, you don’t make any noise louder than a huff when he gets two thirds of the way in. He pauses there for a minute, letting you adjust – he can feel every minute tremble of your body, swears he can hear your heartbeat.

“Good?” He asks, and you nod – and he slides the last third of himself inside you in the same unhurried pace, until he’s settled hot and heavy entirely inside of you.

His eyes map your stomach, pleasure rushing through him at how big he must be inside of you; there’s the lightest shadow on your pelvis, as if he’s big enough to make your stomach bulge. He takes in the sight of you with all nine inches of him buried inside of you; the sore, spread-wide stretch of your cunt around him, the creamy ring of your pleasure where you’re joined.

He can’t fuck you vigorously – he thinks he’d fucking breakyou - but you’re tight enough that he’s getting plenty of stimulation just from keeping his cock in there.

“P-please,” you manage to form, through your swollen lips and your glassy eyes and your dry throat. “W-want you to fuck me, Toji--”

Oh, fucking hell.

You’re perfect.

“I will, sweetheart, don’t you worry,” he instinctively leans down and presses a kiss on your sweat-soaked forehead, flexing his hips so they withdraw the smallest amount. “Just lie there and take it for me--”

You do.

He doesn’t fuck into you with abandon, though he wants to more than he can say; plenty of time for that in the future, as your cunt moulds to his cock and it isn’t such an effort to get it inside of you. Plenty of time for you to learn just how hard he wants to rail you, until you’re covered in his bruises and there are friction burns on your knees – plenty of time for him to show you every depraved thing you make him want to do to you and make sure that you enjoy it.

He fucks you with slow, shallow strokes, taking most of his pleasure from the way you feel around of him; your eyes, your mouth, your heaving chest. You’re hot and tight and wet and grip him perfectly – his fingers digging into your thighs where they’re wrapped around his hips.

He’s been hard for what seems like hours, so it’s no surprise, either, that he feels his orgasm come quickly up on him like a steam train – it’s not like you’re going to shame him for coming quickly, you’ve never even been fucked before. So he lets the heat all gather low in his belly until he can feel himself teetering on the edge – and then, he dips his head and pulls you into a heated kiss as he grinds his hips in a circular motion inside of you and feels himself tip over the precipice.

His cock shudders and judders inside of you, shooting rope after rope of his come deep into your body; thick and hot and full. His teeth worry at your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood, the groan vibrating through you as he comes and pushing you into another short, trembling orgasm as if trying to milk him dry of everything that he can give you.

(You like him coming inside? He can work with that too.)

Your thighs are tight around his hips, your arms draping loosely about his neck as he kisses you. Your tongue nervously probes at the scar; the slightly raised line bisecting his mouth, and though he usually doesn’t like it being noticed or touched (he knows it gives him an air of danger, but sometimes the events surrounding it’s acquirement sting), he finds that with you he doesn’t mind.

With you, his eyes flicker closed and he just enjoys the closeness and warmth of your body, even as he gently pulls his cock out of you (you leak slick onto the bedsheets, again. He’s gonna have to buy some more laundry tablets).

“How’s that, darlin?” He murmurs to you, not moving from his comfortable place on top of you. “Glad y’didn’t save it for marriage now, huh?”

Your cheeks radiating heat is enough answer for him, Toji’s smirk so wide and smug that it threatens to split his face in two. He flops to one side of you, pulling you in, cradling you against him like a little spoon. He can’t help but notice that the curve of your body fits perfectly against his.

The two of you will fit even better in Toji’s bed, he thinks.

“We’ll get all the paperwork and shit sorted tomorrow,” he tells you, as he feels your breathing begin to even out, the tremors from your orgasm begin to fade. He could get used to this too. Someone warming his bed. Someone to cuddle up to on cold nights. Someone soft, to ease the loneliness he hadn’t realised he was feeling.

He doesn’t want to get sappy on you, though. He lowers his face to the shell of your ear, breathing gently, murmuring in a voice that’s still dripping with desire for everything you represent to him;

“The other stuff that goes with a marriage too. I wasn’t kiddin’ about wantin’ to finger you with my wedding ring on, darlin’.”

[nosesitter]

the hot line cook series // line cook t.fushiguro

Anyone who’s ever worked in a restaurant knows at some point the waitress and line cook have fucked and they make sure everyone knows it.

the line cook with a record 3.5k //

[tojigasm]

Thinking about what its like to sleep with Toji <3

Cw: kissing, mentions of sex, just toji being loving <3

The way his body heat immediately warms you, wrapping around you and rolling over your small form like waves to a shore as you sleep softly beside him.

His arms pull you close to his chest and you can feel his heartbeat against the soft of your back; thumping in rhythm with your own as he snores gently behind you.

Your legs tangle together beneath the beige lavender scented sheets, smooth legs sliding softly agasint the sewn thread and rubbing against Toji's rough skin.

When he spoons you, he holds his nose to the back of your head, inhaling your soft birthday cake flavored shampoo. As the two of you talk, not quite ready to fall to sleep yet, he traces a hand up and down the length of your arm while his other's propped up by his elbow as he nods and Ingles to your half-asleep ranting. Once you do fall asleep, he keeps an arm thrown over your waist and the other tucked beneath your silk pillow so it comes around to cup you closer to his chest. In the morning, he'll pull you closer and reach over you to kiss your temple as he watches you sleep, a large finger tracing over your smooth cheek.

On the nights that you spoon him, you wrap your arm around him for him to hold, which he does with a gentle yet firm grip. He shivers sometimes, its from the nightmares, you've concluded. But he won't ever tell you that, so you whisper how much you love him and how beautiful he is as you press kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders.

On nights when he's finished pressing into your body and kissing up and down your skin, and the room's still hot, he pulls you to lay on his chest, pressing kisses to the top of your head and thanking you for being his.

Other nights, he'll lay on your chest, letting you run your fingers through his thick hair and scratch at his back lovingly. He'll moan and hum in appreciation and thanks as you do so, sometimes picking your arm up thats resting over his shoulder to press soft kisses into the flat of your palm.

In the morning, he always waits for you to wake up, staring at the morning sun rising over the hills from the fogged window glass of your balcony as his fingers run in soft lines up and down your back. He listens to your soft snores, pressing a kiss to your cheek or temple ever so often as he decides what he's going to cook for breakfast.

[38riku]

heyy🦥 can you do some headcanons of the MHA/BNHA boys (or JJK boys) and a reader that has acrylic nails like you did for Eren??

you dont have to of course, only if you're comfortable :D

remember to drink water and eat daily<3

GRABBERS

note: this took all my brain power idk why but I hope you enjoy!

warnings: mildly suggestive in type 2.

TYPE 1

They love love love acrylic nails. Especially the way they tap on your phone screen or when you’re finishing an assignment on your laptop.

There is just something satisfying about the clicks and clacks that he could listen to for hours.

He sits in the nail salon with you, get you food and drinks when you want it, and take aesthetically pleasing pictures.

He prefers more simple sets like colored french tips, basic gloss coat, etc. but whatever your style is he appreciates them all the same.

Likes how you coordinate your outfits for the week to compliment your nails the most. Views them as an accessory like your jewelry and headbands.

“Maybe wear different shades of green. This dress and that trench coat .. the Versace heels would be a great addition too.”

You just watch as he picks out your date night outfit with an adoring smile on your face, knowing that you have the most adorable boyfriend on earth.

ITADORI YUJI, MIDORIYA IZUKU, KIRISHIMA EIJIRO, ILDA TENYA, NANAMI KENTO

TYPE 2

You + nails is just hot to them.

The way you cook meals for them, fold the laundry, deep clean the house, etc. while they’re not home with five inch nails is chefs kiss.

Just sits around and watches you do things, this lovesick look on his face as he hums and nods at whatever you’re saying.

He would sit in the salon with you but falls asleep because why does it take 1-3 hours? But if you ask him to pick a color he’ll make sure to stay awake and watch the magic happen.

You wouldn’t think having nails in their favorite color would turn them on and neither did they to be honest. But when you wrapped you hand around his dick he folded.

“And here I thought you couldn’t get sexier on your knees.”

GOJO SATORU, TODO AOI, BAKUGO KATSUKI, FUSHIGURO TOJI

TYPE 3

Take his money. Just take it.

He has no particular feelings toward nails but he has to admit they add a bit of flair, and you seem to love them, so why not splurge on something you like?

Refuses to sit in the salon. Says something along the lines of “the smell bothers my nose” or “the seats are uncomfortable” unless you beg him buy even then it may or may not work.

Nevertheless his favorite thing is to watch you come in, all giddy that you got your nails done and showing him what you decided on.

He knows a thing or two because not only is he observant but he listens. Often asking why you decided on coffin nails when you usually get the almond or what made you switch from gloss to matte.

“Look! Look!” You said excitedly as you showed him your nails. They were a basic color with his initials on each of your thumb nails in a pretty white cursive.

They looks so elegant, and to see how enthusiastic you were to show him brought a smile on his face. “Mhm, you should get these more often.”

OKKOTSU YUTA, INUMAKI TOGE, FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, TODOROKI SHOTO, SERO HANTA

a/n I formatted this differently due to my brain’s lack of assistance in the matter.

© 2022 All Rights Reserved to 38riku

[oh-katsuki]

Such A Fucking Klutz (Toji x Reader)

Pairing: Toji x Reader , Megumi x Reader (watching)

Content: Smut, fingering, size kink, maid outfit, slight dumbification, psuedo-incest, dub-con, corruption kink, daddy kink, voyeurism

TW: Size kink, dub-con, psuedo-incest, dumbification, corruption kink, daddy kink, voyeurism

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is so fucking dirty to me LMFAO, absolutely filthy. Archive fic

Megumi wasn’t really sure why his dad hired a maid. After all, they managed all the cooking and cleaning in the house just fine on their own and nothing in particular stood out to him as being an unmanageable burden. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why his father would spend extra money on something they absolutely didn’t need. All of his questions were answered when he arrived at home.

He was greeted by you, standing in their modest kitchen in a slutty maid’s outfit that his father no doubt had you wear. Garter belts wrapped around your mid-thigh, holding up knee high white socks that squeezed the plush skin of your thighs deliciously. The dress you wore hugged your body, the skirt loosening at the bottom so that the back of it rose up slightly as to where the underside of your ass would be visible if you bent down. Of course his father would have you wear some shit like that. You looked like a klutz, sloppily wiping down the counter with a lackadaisical smile on your lips until you noticed Megumi.

“Oh!” Your mouth dropped open. “You must be Toji’s son! Hi, I’m _____.” You spoke in somewhat of a singsong voice, approaching him as if the outfit you were wearing didn’t make you look like you’d walked right out of a porno. You had innocent eyes, his dad always liked shit like that, the fucking creep.

“Hey.” Megumi spoke, struggling to keep his eyes from wandering down your figure, made small by the uniform. “Good to meet you.” He’d noticed how young you looked, only a few years older than him and for a moment, it crossed his mind that he could fuck you stupid on this kitchen table before his father got home. Megumi’s cheeks flushed.

“Likewise.” You peered up at him, taking in his pretty appearance before turning and getting back to your duties. The truth was, you’d never done housework before, you were just desperate for a job and when Toji offered it to you, you were inclined to take it. It was only an added bonus that the man hiring you made your pussy flutter with anticipation.

Megumi left the room, his eyes lingering over your figure once more before leaving. He didn’t want it to become obvious how much your pretty body made him want to fuck you senseless. He’d have to fuck his fist later instead, the thought of you in that maids outfit playing in his mind. Megumi wouldn’t let you bother him, though. After all, you were older than him (if only by a little), and it wasn’t any of his business who the fuck his father decided to look at.

He’d quickly discover that it wasn’t just looking when he came home early from classes one day to find Toji bouncing your body on his fat cock.

You couldn’t remember how it happened, but you assume you must have been cleaning, bent over the kitchen table to try and get as close to the center as possible. Toji just had to admire the way the garter belts bit into the flesh of your thighs, just had to admire the way your skirt rose up, exposing the plump underside of your ass, and of course he had to admire the slight line of your pretty pussy on your underwear. But you just had to ruin the sight by kicking the bucket beside you over, spilling the water across the floor.

“Shit.” You mutter, running to the kitchen and grabbing a rag to wipe it up. You get on your hands and knees, muttering apologies to Toji as he looks down at you. He likes the way your skirt now fully exposes your ass, and the way it sways back and forth as you sloppily wipe up the water on the floor. You really were bad at this.

“Such a fucking klutz, hm?” Toji spoke, walking so he was in front of your hands. “Interrupting the show like that.”

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. You were so clueless, so innocent, and such a fucking tease. It made Toji’s blood boil. Before you could open your mouth to speak, his thick fingers were coming to grip your jaw, pulling you upwards slightly as he leaned down.

“You’re awful at cleaning.” He seethed, his breath hot on your face. “What’re you gonna do to make it up to me?”

You let out a whimper, arousal pooling in your core as you rubbed your legs together to get some friction. You looked so small compared to him, like he could snap you in half if he really wanted to, so his grip on your face had your heart pumping against your chest. Your hand came up to grab his wrist, a small whimper escaping your mouth.

“ ‘nything,” You mumbled.

“I can’t fucking hear you.” Toji spat back, his fingers squeezing your jaw tighter.

“Anything!” Your voice caught in your throat and you squirmed. Fuck, you could see how hard he was through his pants, the way his cock strained against his waistband. It looked so thick and had you drooling at the thought. “I’ll do anything,,, daddy.”

The word slipped from your mouth automatically, but Toji gave a sadistic smirk, his eyes dipping to your lips before he released his grip on your jaw, shoving you back slightly.

“Stay on your knees.” Toji moved around the table so his back rested against the side, his hands gripping the edge. You could see the outline of his cock and your eyes moved from it to him as you licked your lips hungrily. Fuck, he looked huge, looked like he would fill you up and more. You weren’t even sure if he’d fit in you at all. “Suck it.”

He beckoned you closer, undoing his belt and freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. It popped up, slapping against his stomach with a low thump. Toji was fucking massive,,, everywhere. What you thought you saw through his pants was only a fraction of the main show and you whined at the sight, your big eyes meeting his own in a mixture of fear and arousal.

“Go on, get it wet for daddy.” Toji spoke, his hands moving back to the edge of the table as you brought yourself nearer to his cock.

You gave it a few kitten licks but he put a fist in your hair, angling your head up to look at him.

“Like you mean it.” Toji said, pushing your head back down onto his cock so you could lick a flat stripe up the side before taking the tip in your mouth. His dick was hot and pulsing against your tongue and so hard that it felt like it was fit to burst.

Toji let out a prolonged groan, his eyes coming back to meet yours as you struggled to fit all of him into your mouth. He was huge and beyond thick too, there was no way you were fitting all of him in your mouth without help. As you began to pull your mouth off of his length, Toji let out an angry grunt.

“All the way, princess.” His voice was taunting as he pushed you down further onto his cock, drinking in the sounds of the way you moan and choke around him. Fuck he wanted to be buried in that little pussy of yours, wanted to split you open, but he had to teach you a lesson first, show you how to be a good girl for him.

Finally he let you off of him, and you let out a cough, gasping for air before quickly returning to sucking his dick, your hands pumping what you weren’t fitting into your mouth. You were so wet by now, so needy for him that you were moaning into his dick, salivating as you drooled over it. The sounds alone were enough to have you whimpering for him and clenching your thighs together for friction.

“You’re such a fucking whore, huh? Been wantin’- hng- Daddy’s cock, haven’t you?” He sneered at you, his voice catching as you caught a sensitive spot.

You nodded, his cock still filling your mouth as you did so, the angle changing slightly.

“Fuuuuck, just like that.” Toji groaned, the hand in your hair tightening before he yanked you off of him. “You want my cock in the little pussy of yours? Want daddy to fuck you good, hm?”

You nodded, spit covering your lips and chin, and you reached a hand down to rest over your pussy. “Yes, daddy p-please. Want you so bad.” You cried out, your head falling back in a whiney moan.

“Apologize first.”

“M’sorry daddy, m’sorry for spilling the bucket, please.” You whimpered, your hand brushing your clit over your panties.

Toji picked you up off the ground and turned, setting you down on the table and spreading your legs open so his hands could have better acces to your aching cunt. He pulled the uniform down, tugging at one of your nipples before running his hands down the side of your body, sliding the dress down. His hands were rough and his grip was harsh as he grabbed your thigh, his other hand moving your panties aside.

“So fucking wet for me.” He let out a dark chuckle. “Guess you really are a fucking whore.”

He took four fingers to your pussy, running them up your soaking slit before rubbing lazy circles over your clit. Your head fell back in a whine, his movements relieving some of the tension that had been building. Toji loved your reactions, the way your eyes would widen in nervousness when he touched you exceptionally good, made him want to see you do it to yourself.

Toji took your hand, placing it over your clit and moving it in circles, his eyes dark. “Keep doing it like that, princess and I can help you.”

You gave a nod, hoping that you were doing it right for him as he plunged two calloused fingers into your pussy. They were already thicker than anything you’d had before and you whined at the stretch, your hand faltering as your breath caught it your throat. How the fuck could someone’s fingers fill you up so well.

“Don’t stop working that slutty clit of yours, or I won’t help you.” You took your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding and working your fingers through the strain. Fuck he felt good filling you up like that, felt so good as his fingers curled into that spot inside of you and his eyes bored down at the way your hand worked against your own cunt.

But you needed him, needed more, and so your hand picked up the pace, doing just what he taught you. Toji grunted at the sight, adding another finger without warning, causing you to yelp.

“Daddy, more, gimme more. More.” You whined, your hand working against your clit as you began to lose yourself in your impatience. He pulled his fingers from you.

“Y’know, I was gonna take my time getting you ready, but you’re such a slut, begging like that. ‘M just gonna give it to you, don’t fucking complain if it hurts.”

Toji grabbed your arms and pick you up so his dick was postured below your throbbing cunt. He could feel the heat from you radiating onto him, your slick starting to run down your inner thighs, and you whined out in impatience. Slowly, he lowered you down onto his thick cock, gritting his teeth as your pussy stretched to fit him.

Fuck, he was already filling you up and he’d barely pushed the tip in. His head was angled down to look at the way your tiny cunt swallowed his cock. Toji could feel the way you fluttered around him, trying so hard to take all of him in you. You swear you could feel him in your throat, and tears started to brim in your eyes at the way his thick cock was splitting you open.

“F-fuck.” You choked out. “S’ too much, daddy. S’too much.”

Toji chuckled, continuing to lower you down. “Too much? But you were just begging for it? Thought you wanted daddy to fuck you.”

“S’ big.” You babbled, tears now spilling down your cheeks.

“Too fucking bad.” You gasped as he bottomed out in you. You felt so full, you’d never been so full in your life. It hurt like a bitch, it did, but when you turned your gaze downward to look at where your little pussy swallowed his thick cock, you couldn’t help but groan. It was so hot, and his body was so hard against yours as his hands gripped the meat of your ass, spreading you open for him.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Toji groaned, rolling his hips against yours, adjusting his grip on you so he could bounce you on him as he pleased.

Already the heat in your stomach was building as Toji pulled out all the way to the head. His dick dragged against your walls, hitting every possible spot within you. Your fingernails dug into his back and he slammed you back down onto his cock. Fuck you were already close, and it was only one more thrust before your pussy fluttered around him, hugging his cock with your walls as you came for the first time, a strangled cry leaving your lips.

“You fucking cum already?” Toji brought a hand up, pinching your nipple hard to elicit a yelp from you. “Fine, but I don’t want to hear that whore mouth of yours complaining, because I’m not gonna stop.”

With those words, he lifted you up and plunged you back down onto him with a smack, his hips snapping up to meet yours. He had you by the ass, pulling your body on and off of his cock at a ruthless pace. Toji was so thick, especially around the middle, and each thrust had you feeling more full than the last.

“So f-fucking full.” You managed to choke out between thrusts.

“Yeah? You’re so fucking tight, I can feel you sucking me in.” Toji tilted his head to look down at where you connect. “Look at how well that pussy takes me.”

Your hand moved down to grip his bicep, your head resting on his collarbone as you watched the way he bounced you up and down, each snap of his hips making a slapping sound that echoed through the empty kitchen. Toji didn’t mind the way your nails dug into his skin, he was so focused on absolutely ruining that pretty pussy of yours. He wanted to make you his, so that you could never fuck another guy again, wanted to ruin you.

Like father like son. That’s the harrowing thought that crossed Megumi’s mind as he watched you in his kitchen. The way your tits bounced, and the moans that fell from your lips as his dad fucked into you.

He’d come home early, skipped club activities hoping to catch a glimpse of you in that uniform again. Megumi got more than he bargained for. The uniform was bunched at your waist, and your tits bounced beautifully every time Toji drove you down onto his cock.

He should feel guilty, should feel terrible, and should have left as soon as he realized what was happening, but he lingered a little too long. He lingered just long enough to commit the bounce of your tits to memory, and just long enough to remember the way your pussy stretched to fit that cock inside of you.

“Wanna cum again?” Toji asked, his arms bouncing you up and down at a furious pace, completely unaware of the visitor. He could feel the way your cunt fluttered around him and the way your pussy gripped his cock so tightly. His dick plunged into you, pounding into that spongy spot inside of you and hitting your cervix with each thrust.

“Yes daddy, please.” You threw your head back, a loud and long moan falling from your lips.

“Tell me how good it feels. Gonna make that pretty pussy cream on my cock.”

“S’good daddy,” You moaned, your voice getting caught in your throat, tears streaming down your face at the painful stretch. “Y’feel so fucking good, gonna cum. Please, make me cum, daddy.”

Toji groaned, pulling your body up and down on his cock, his weight shifted backwards for a deeper angle, continuing his abuse of that toe curling spot inside of you. He was close too, you could feel his length throbbing inside of you as you unravelled on top of him, squirming and crying out at the sheer force of your orgasm. Your legs shook as you came, throwing your head back in a gratuitous moan as Toji fucked up into you. It wasn’t long before he completely filled you up, white hot spurts of cum shooting into you.

Your body goes limp in Toji’s arms, and he pants, his cock still inside of you as your cunt pulses around him in the aftermath of your orgasm. A mixture of your cum would leak out of the sides if he didn’t have you stuffed so full you could feel him in your throat.

“So good daddy, thank you.” You breathe out. Toji gives a grunt of approval.

Behind the wall of the kitchen, Megumi stares at his hand, chest heaving and cum glistening on the calloused skin. He wonders how the fuck he’s gonna pretend he didn’t see a thing.

[red-writes]

O Neighbor, Neighbor wherefore art thou Neighbor?

Neighbor! Stripper! Toji x Neighbor! Reader

—you’ve got something of a crush on your hot neighbor who also happens to be an ‘english’ teacher, you can often times hear him recite lines from Romeo and Juliet from the other apartment and it never fails to make your heart flutter. One Friday night your friends beg you to come with then to an all male strip club only to find out that the most popular stripper is actually your neighbor, but this discovery might be the push the two of you need to finally make a change in your relationship.

cw: smut, no preparation, getting railed against a wall and on a chair, fluffy feelings tbh, toji grinding dat thang on u lmao

a/n: This is apart of @pinkkento’s magic mike collab, it’s my first time doing something like this before and I’m super excited and I hope you guys like it and thank you again @pinkkento​ for being super sweet and including me in your collab! (read my a/n at the end of this pls!)

Your ear is eagerly pressed against the wall. Your eyes dart to the clock on your wall, it’d be starting soon. Truthfully, you had nothing else to do on a Thursday evening, this had become your weekly tradition.

“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night” Toji recites and the familiar feeling of your heart pounding against your chest arrives as if on cue. It feels childish. But Somehow you’re imagining yourself as Juliet and Toji as Romeo. Two lovers drawn together by boundless love. It’s so romantic.

You fall backwards onto your bed and sigh. If only you had enough courage to go next door and say something to him, you wouldn’t have to imagine yourself as a fictional thirteen year old girl with a crush..god, when you actually think about it that sounds kind of pathetic.

Your phone vibrates with a text message and it’s from your food delivery service. The guy was waiting outside. You climb out of bed and slip on your flip flops, you hadn’t swept in a few days and you’re sure there’s a few loose thumb tacks around better safe than sorry, extremely sorry. You walk over to the door and poke your head out only to see no one. You look over at Toji’s apartment and there the guy is, casually talking to your neighbor. When he spots you his expression changes, he’s smiling and it looks adorable.

“Oh! That’s her, I told you this was the wrong apartment” he explains and the guy apologizes as he walks over and hands you your food. He doesn’t stick around to say goodbye but Toji does,

“Chinese?” He asks, probably noticing the familiar bag with the restaurant’s logo on it. You nod,

“Tonight is definitely not a cooking night, work kicked my ass” you admit and Toji chuckles.

“Don’t work too hard now, pretty girls shouldn’t stress themselves out by working so hard” he gives you a wink and you're practically turning into the sun with the amount of heat your cheeks are radiating. Did he just call you pretty?

“Well- I should go before my chicken chow mein gets cold..” you squeak out and he’s chucking at your reaction.

“Parting is such sweet sorrow” he tells you before waving and slipping back into his apartment. Your sanity is in shambles as you close the door behind yourself.

‘Parting is such sweet sorrow? What did that mean? Did he actually think you were pretty? Ugh! Why can’t guys ever be straightforward!’ You thought as you slurped away at your noodles.

+

On your way out the door the next morning you found yourself on the same elevator as your neighbor. Living on the second highest floor meant the two of you would be sharing the same space for a good minute.

“So..how was dinner?” He asks, the two of you are standing on opposite ends of the elevator, there’s a gap big enough for three people between you. If only you were actually brave enough to close the distance.

“It was good, what about you?”

“Well, I had leftover spaghetti so I guess it was as good as leftovers can be” he shrugs and you make a noise of understanding

“They say food tastes better the next day anyway” you tell him.

“It was three days old..”

There’s a silence in the elevator before the giggle your holding back spills over. It turns into a bold laugh that brings a smile to Toji’s face and he too starts laughing.

+

You seem to run into your neighbor constantly after that. The conversations are gaining more and more depth than before. There were always the questions of ‘how are you?’ And ‘did you sleep well?’ But then you guys talked about more personal things like family and even aspirations. It drew the pair of you closer together. Each other’s feelings are quite obvious but neither of you actually speak a word of it.

Tonight, Toji was coming over to your place. Initially, he was just coming over to drop off a copy of the art of war but then he told you that there was something he wanted help with, he didn’t say what but you didn’t mind, the guy you liked was coming over to your place. That sounds like the ideal situation for something to happen.

When you heard the knock on your door you were already standing in front of it, you were excited to see him but you didn’t want him to know that! He might find you desperate so you waited a few minutes before opening it.

“Welcome!” You greeted as you stepped aside and he nodded before entering your apartment, his eyes immediately falling on your open laptop on your small dining room table.

“That the thesis I’ve heard so much about?” He wonders

“Yup” you say as you shut your front door.

“I hope you're not too stressed out, if you ever need help, I can help” he reminds you and simply thank him and nod, as if you could possibly forget him being an English teacher. From his own bag he hands you your copy of the art of war and you take it from him—trying not to freak out about the way your fingers grazed against each other. You both take a seat at your dining room table, you shut your laptop and set it to the side.

“So..what is it that you needed help with?” You ask and his face lights up in remembrance as he digs around in his bag, he pulls out a script.

“I was hoping you could run lines with me?” He says and you find yourself nodding maybe a little too eagerly that you ought to have. He flips through the pages to find a single highlighted scene.

“Are you familiar with Romeo and Juliet?” He asks and your mind flashes back to the awkward class readings of the play.

“A little” you chuckle, mind flashing back to the nights you spent listening to him through the wall and he gives you a smile. He points to the lines you’ll be reading and gives you a few moments to familiarize yourself with them.

“Ready?” he asks and you give him a nervous nod of your head.

You begin, “By whose direction found’st thou out this place?”

Toji scoots in a little closer to you, “By love, that first did prompt me to inquire. He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.I am no pilot. Yet, wert thou as far as that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.”

You feel your breath catch in your throat, your heart pounds again and that fuzzy feeling bubbles up in your stomach.

“Actually..can we skip a bit ahead? There’s these lines I'd love to hear you say”

He notices your puzzled look and quickly corrects his wording, “I meant that I need to help with them..” he chuckles and you find yourself feeling a little disappointed but skip forward anyways.

“O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?” Toji recites and you can feel his gaze against your skip, you lift your eyes from the script and meet his own.

“What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?”

“Th' exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.”

“I gave thee mine before thou didst request it, and yet I would it were to give again.”

“Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?”

“But to be frank, and give it thee again.And yet I wish but for the thing I have.My bounty is as boundless as the sea,My love as deep. The more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.”

The world feels frozen for a second, your faces draw closer and closer, lips mere centimeters away from the other’s. Your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. This was it, it was finally going to happen. The blaring noise of your alarm interrupted the moment, forcing both of your attention to it. You suck in a breath. A wave of dissatisfaction washes over you and you can hear Toji sigh next to you.

Then you remember that you've got the night shift tonight. Fuck.

“I have work actually...I’m sorry I wish I could've been more help” you apologize as he packs up his things with a small smile.

“Don't worry about it, you were plenty of help” he reassures and on his way out he gives you a wink. Once you're sure he's completely gone you lean back in your chair and sigh.

+

“A strip club?” you ask your co-worker who passes you the different cans to put on the shelf.

“Yeah! Apparently, it's so famous even some celebrities have visited” she cheers, handing you another can of beans.

“I guess it couldn't hurt, I haven't done anything but work for weeks” you admit and she’s squealing, arms wrapping around your torso effectively making you drop one of the cans.

You're lucky your manager hadn't seen, that would've come out of your already small paycheck.

+

For the nights leading up to this one, you hadn't seen your neighbor once. It felt like he was avoiding you. You didn't see him in the elevator nor the hall or anything, he was probably busy with the play he was rehearsing for but you couldn't help but feel as if you'd scared him off by trying to kiss him.

Hopefully, tonight would clear your mind of any thoughts and you could just let go and have fun and that's exactly what happened, the night was going great, there were hot guys in barely anything and just as you were ready to go for the night you heard there was to be another performer, your friends begged you to stay (even though you had to work in the morning).

You took a seat in the front, your knees could practically touch the stage. You heard the announcer call him and the velvet curtains of the stage opened and there stood a tall man with jet black hair, wearing a suit and holding a copy of Romeo and Juliet, his face was covered by a black and white mask that matched his suit.

Huh. He kind of reminded you of Toji.

Wait- no, you're supposed to be forgetting him this evening, so why were you thinking of him?

The music was shut off. Then a chair is moved on stage where he sits and begins reciting lines. His voice was so similar to Toji’s too. After a bit of reading, the music continues and he tosses his book onto the stage’s floor and he slips himself out of his suit jacket, the crowd cheers and women throw money onto the stage as he undoes the buttons of his button up. His pants are torn away from his body and he’s left in nothing but a skimpy black and white g-string that leaves nothing to the imagination.

He makes a running start for the pole at the front of the stage and uses the muscles in his arms to pull himself upwards, his head hangs upside down while his hips grind against the air. From so close, you can peer into his mask and his eyes catch yours and a look of realization befalls them. He continues his routine  and for the rest of the night doesn't look at you once.

Your friends are tipsy and tired by the end of his performance. They're ready to go, but you still have some suspicions to confirm. You encourage them to go ahead and instead wait around until closing. You're outside, it’s pretty chilly and your small jacket isn't protecting the chill from seeping into your bones.

But then the door opens and there he is.

“I..y/n '' he looks like a deer caught in headlights and your mouth opens and closes, unsure of what to say. You weren't necessarily mad, more disappointed that he didn't say anything to you about this.

“Toji...I knew it” you start, is this what he meant when he needed help rehearsing? He was just helping you practice to be the ‘lewd English teacher’ at a strip club, was he even a real English teacher?

There were so many questions, so many things you needed to know the answer to.

He slides his coat off and wraps it around your shoulders, “Let’s go back to my place to talk..”

+

“So..are you actually a teacher?” you ask, fingers gripping the cup of tea, anxiously awaiting his response.

“Well, yes, but I’m a substitute and the school’s original English teacher came back so I needed some way to take care of the bills” he explains, he looks ashamed and you take a sip of your tea as you try to absorb and analyze his answer.

“So did you just tell me to practice with you so you could go on stage then..?” y

“Actually..no” he says and you cock your head to the side confused.

“Then why do that?”

He takes a deep breath before saying, “I really just wanted an excuse to get close to you and I figured what a better way to do that than through the wise words of Shakespeare”

You can feel your cheeks warm and not because of the tea, “I’ve actually been wanting to get close to you as well” you confess and gently rest your hot cup on the counter in front of you, “I thought me trying to kiss you scared you off”

He chuckles softly, “That could never happen, I just wanted to apologize for all the confusion”

You shake your head, “I know how you can make it up to me”

“How?”

+

He spread your thighs for you as you scrolled through your phone for a song you wanted him to dance to. You don't hide the way your eyes glanced up at his clothless body.

“Pick a song?” he asks and you nod, he walks over to the lightswitch and lowers the brightness in the room, covering the space in a seductive dimness. You press play and the slow sound of the beat thrums through the speaker.

Toji starts by gently rubbing his hands over your shoulders, fingers tingling the hair on your neck. His hands travel lower, down your chest and to your stomach, his lips tickle your ear as they brush against them.

“ready?”

You nod in response, words completely failing you.

He walks around to your front and he places his foot on free space between your thighs and begins grinding his hips a little too closely to his face. You suck in a breath and he gives you a sinful moan as he tosses his head back. He drops to your lap and grips the back of the chair while his hips move in punctuated circular motions against your lap. You can feel him hardening with every roll of his hips. Your own thighs press together as you make eye contact with him. He looks like he's enjoying this way too much.

He grips your thighs and raises your lower body into the air forcing a squeak out of you and you grip the back of the chair as he grinds himself against your clothed cunt, surely feeling how wet it is even through your panties. He gives you a cocky smile as he grinds right up against your clit and you give him a whimper of his name.

“Toji fuck..just..move ‘em out of the way please” you plead and he raises an eyebrow down at you.

“You sure?”

You nod and he doesn't need to be told twice, he drops one of your thighs and moves the scrapy lace out of the way before lining himself up to your entrance. He slowly slides himself in, the two of you are moaning in tandem at the feeling. You let go of the chair and wrap your arms around his neck and mush your lips against his, months of wanting and yearning are behind that kiss and Toji can feel it. He walks the two of you over to the nearest wall and without much effort begins slamming his hips against yours. Your moans are muffled by his mouth, the feeling is something unlike you've ever felt before. You can tell he feels it too with the way his hips are nonstop, your fingers trail from his neck to his hair giving the short locs rough tugs as your thighs squeeze around his torso.

Toji can tell he wont last long, the mere thought of finally getting to fuck his hot neighbor is enough to have him teetering over the edge. Everything is amassing into bringing him to the edge, the way you moan, the way your cunt sucks him in so invitingly. His fingers desperately reach between the two of you to rub at your clit. Your back arches off of the wall and you can feel your cunt spasm around him as you cream on his dick. He follows right behind you, hips stuttering as he cums inside of you.

Your entire body feels heavy, you can feel toji slip out of you and the cum drip onto the floor. He carries you through the apartment and rests you on his bed.

“You can sleep, I'll take care of the mess” he reassures and you give him a small smile before your eyes flutter closed.

a/n: goddamn...this was a lot of writing lolol im also sure there’s still quite a bit of editing that needs to go in this but I'll do that at a later date tbh 

[uramichislefttiddie]

Random Hc’s [various fandoms]

||Contains: Sebastian Moran, Diluc Ragnvindr, Toji Fushiguro||

||Warnings: None||

Minds going 200mph right now with all these things I keep thinking off.

Sebastian Moran

•now he’s 6’6 so obviously he’s large built meaning he most likely has a few stretch marks covering his body here and there. He’s always been insecure about them trying to not have them on show anywhere near people when he can avoid it. Fred is always trying to tell him it’s no big deal and it’s a natural thing but Sebastian still hasn’t come to terms with being comfortable with people seeing them.

•Sebastian gives the best hugs, he may come across as someone who isn’t very comforting but in reality he’s one of the best to go to when need comforted.

•has a dad bod most definitely especially in the time skip. Like sorry but dad bods are hot and you can’t tell me otherwise.

•never brushes his hair, if he’s had to put wax into it all he does is wash it out and leave it to dry however it chooses to. Surprisingly though it’s never tangled??

•has acne, not just on his face but he gets it on his back especially, he’s always been like that since he can remember. Also to add on he has beauty marks and freckles all over his body.

•he loves chubby bodies especially the tummies, thighs, literally everything, it’s all hot to him.

•he’s a nail biter, his nails look like they’ve just been through hell half the time, the amount of times he’s gotten a slap of someone for continuously biting his nails and making that clicking noise is unreal. If he had a penny for every time he got a slap he’d be a millionaire by now.

•always unknowingly sings or hums when he’s cleaning, cooking you name it. Freds ears defiantly begin to bleed when Sebastian starts singing.

•he’s that really loud snorer that everyone despises of, sometimes Fred will wake up scared that there’s an earthquake but instead to find out it’s only Sebastian.

•sometimes he just can’t be bothered with shaving, so he’ll just have a stubble a lot of the time however once he awoke to Fred just standing there with a razor in one hand looking, at first looks it was almost as if he had murder in his mind but after realising, Fred was half way finished with shaving Sebastian. His reason for doing so being it was making him look older, none the less Sebastian was still confused but just let him carry on, It was honestly quite the funny sight to see.

Diluc Ragnvindr

•always has rosey cheeks, he gets annoyed by it sometimes but he’s learned to deal with it after some time.

•all the cats in Mondstadt absolutely adore Diluc, whenever he’s walking about he always makes sure to buy them all some meat and once he has he makes his way about giving each cat some meat for the day and will play with them for a while until he needs to go somewhere.

•is one of them people who look pretty even when sleeping, always looks at peace too, hardly snores and if he does they’re pretty much quite and not loud at all.

•has scars all on his body from fights that have just never really disappeared, some from when he was only just a child to recent ones.

•quite heavy eye bags from restless nights of worry and guilt. He hates people commenting on them as they’re quite noticeable, so when he first meets someone and they don’t comment on them he will always be surprised and confused.

•is god at cooking, he always makes the best dishes from scrap, he’ll come up with the weirdest dishes but they always taste the best despite what he may have put into it.

•some nights all he wants to do is lay down on the grass, staring at the stars and make shapes in his head, he also gets to see the different animals at night compared to during the day. There’s also this one cat that comes to curl up next to him whilst he’s star gazing.

•also wears eyeliner on his lower eye-line, most of the time it ends up slightly smudged as he’s always rubbing his eyes from lack of sleep.

Toji Fushiguro

•if he sees anyone that’s getting harassed or anything he will always intervene no matter what, he hates weirdos trying to get things from other people without consent eg.

•some nights he decides to watch one of his favourite childhood films, he just finds a comfort in doing so, almost as if he’s reliving his childhood a little.

•secretly needs glasses for reading but hates wearing them, so he only does in private when no ones around, he still remembers that day when he was wearing glasses and went to wake Megumi but all he got was screaming and Megumi trying to say that Toji wasn’t his dad and it was someone else.

•he didn’t realise until recently that he was meant to add water to his super noodles, so all this time he had just been eating microwaved hard noodles when he pleased.

•the thing is he can be a great cook if he knows what he’s doing otherwise he’s absolutely horrendous, sometimes he does worry he’ll end up burning does the house.

•when Megumi was still little, Toji would let him play with his hair, he didn’t care if he had butterfly clips in his hair, purple plastic extensions in or hair sticking up, as long as Megumi was content he was too.

•nearly every day he’d spend some time in the mirror trying to perfect his smile, he’d never been one to smile but with Megumi around he didn’t want to scare him, after awhile of doing so he finally was happy with his smile and so was Megumi by the looks of it always smiling back when Toji did so.

•he’s bound to have stretch marks on his chest especially, plus he doesn’t hate them at all if anything he quite likes them, also liking them on other people no matter what, he just loves tracing over them on people with his calloused fingers.