#toji x gn!reader

[sexlapis]

[◉°] … TOJI FUSHIGURO TAKES A LIE DETECTOR TEST… 9.6M VIEWS

꩜ actor!toji (& implied actor toji x actress/actor reader)

⤷ synopsis: toji thought this lie detector test was going to be a breeze. he was a little mistaken.

sfw, fluff, crack, ooc toji, toji & reader are secretly together, toji lying!

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“i ain’t nervous,” toji claims, cracking his neck and smirking as the crew members attach the needed equipment to his body, “i ain’t no liar either. so i got nothing to worry about here.”

“i sure hope that’s true, mr.fushiguro.” the polygraph examiner replies slyly.

“are you ready, toji fushiguro?” the interviewer asks.

“yeah, i am,” toji claps, “hurry up and get started.”

“is your name toji fushiguro?”

“yes my name is toji fushiguro.” he looks to the polygraph examiner. “it is, right?”

the woman simply stares at him.

“..alright then…”

the interviews asks another question. “are you about to take a polygraph exam?”

“yes, yes and yes, now give me the real questions!”

TOJI FUSHIGURO TELLS THE TRUTH

YOUR CAREER

“we’re going to start with the category of your career.”

toji nods and looks to the examiner. “how ‘m i doing?”

“you’re very calm, nothing unusual yet.”

“hm.”

the interview begins to speak. “one of your most popular roles as an actor was when you played Frank Castle in the Netflix series, “The Punisher”. some would say this is when you became a heartthrob. do you think is this true?”

toji sighs and shakes his head. “nah-”

“LIE.” the polygraph examiner calls out.

toji raises his hand. “…because, i was already a heartthrob before alla that.” he smiles, looking proud of himself. his answer is met with silence.

“ok.” says the interviewer and goes onto the next question. “do you face a lot of pressure being a heartthrob?”

“nope.” toji answers easily. “i’m just that kinda guy. i ain’t gotta try too hard for much, especially not ‘being hot’.”

he looks at the examiner.

“he’s telling the truth.” she states. she almost seems disappointed by the fact.

“see?” toji says, folding his arms, “as i said, ‘got nothin’ to lie about.”

“in the punisher,” the interviewer starts, ignoring toji’s cocky replies, “do you wear a muscle suit to look bigger than you actually are?”

toji throws his back, cackles echoing around the small room. “fuck no!” he gestures to…his whole body, “‘it look like i need a muscle suit? ‘didn’t even know that shit was a thing… i’m big enough without any of that stuff.” he shrugs, looking into the camera. “i think we can all see that.”

the examiner nods curtly. “..he is telling the truth.”

“do you workout often?” asks the interviewer.

toji scoffs. “i thought i’d get good questions..but yeah, yeah i do workout.”

“would you consider yourself fit?”

“yep. ‘hundred percent.”

“would you consider yourself fitter than,” the interviewer slides a photo of the actor gojo satoru towards toji, “this man?”

“pfft-” toji chortles. “oh, ohh yeah. easily. he’s like..” he looks for the correct words, “a little boy. are we kidding?”

he looks to the examiner and then to the interviewer.

“he is being truthful..again.”

toji smirks at the camera, tapping the side of his nose with his finger. “toji never lies.”

POP CULTURE

“this year, you were named “The Most Sexiest Man Alive” by People Magazine. do you believe you’re sexier than this man, 2022’s sexiest man, nanami kento?” the interviewer slides another photo, this time of the actor nanami kento.

toji looks at the photo for a second, before scoffing a little. “oh yeah. definitely. ‘guy just has a permanent frown on his face. he ain’t ugly but he could smile a little, y’know?”

“what about this ‘guy’, 2021’s most sexiest man alive, ryomen sukuna?” the interviewer also slides a picture of him to toji.

toji strokes his chin. “heh..yeah..yeah i would say so..this guy..he ain’t ugly either but..theres this energy about him..”

“what energy would that be, toji fushiguro?”

“the energy of a fuckin’ mass murderer that’s what!” he laughs at his own joke, looking at the picture of this ‘ryomen sukuna’, who is glaring into his soul through the image. “yeahh, i’d say i’m more attractive than him. just.. just a little.” he holds two fingers close together emphasis. “jesus christ, that’s one scary looking fuck.”

the examiner inspects the polygraph and looks towards toji and the interviewer. “he has been telling the truth.”

“yeah.” toji nods, exhaling through his mouth and sliding the pictures away from himself. “‘course i am.”

LOVE LIFE

toji had been doing well so far, but the category of ‘love life’ would be his downfall.

“do you want to get married in the future?”

“yeah, yeah i do.”

the examiner nods.

“have you ever been in love?”

“..yes.” toji responds, thinking about his past for a second.

the examiner nods again.

“are you in love right now?”

toji pauses for the first time in the whole test. he takes a deep breath. “no. yeah, no. ‘m not.”

the examiner raises an eyebrow at the results. “questionable.”

“oh, c’mon.” toji groans, rolling his eyes.

“is there someone you’re in love with?”

“nope. nobody at all.” he interlinks his fingers, tapping them against each other. “..nobody at all..”

“questionable. again.” the examiner states, pointedly looking at toji.

toji sighs. “oh, brother…”

“did you happen to meet this person..on set?”

“no, ‘cause there is no person?” toji says firmly.

“again.” the examiner says. “questionable.”

“christ…”

the interviewer asks another question. “do you believe in love at first sight?”

toji huffs. “no, that’s just two people who wanna fuck.”

“i see. then,” the interviewer takes out three pictures, all of them being people who he has worked with on set, including you.

“are you in love with any of these people?”

toji gulps, hesitating for a split second, his eyes focused on your picture. “nope. not oneeee bit.”

“LIE.” the examiner shouts excitedly, happy to have finally caught toji out on lying. she rings the negative buzzer repeatedly. “lie!”

“‘you serious?” he asks incredulously, looking between the interviewer and the examiner. “listen, maybe it was just my heart murmur or somethin’ like that,” he looks to side, cheeks rosy and shifts in his seat a little, “i-i don’t-”

“those are the last of our questions.” the interviewer says to toji, smiling knowingly. “thank you for taking part in our lie detector test.”

toji grumbles.

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a/n: this was longer than i planned 🤥

[taintedtort]

"stop sniffling," you heard toji‘s deep, tired voice rumble beside you, his back facing you.

"i’m sick, asshole," you mumble back, your voice stuffy and congested as you blow your nose for the nth time.

"who’s fault is that?"

you suppose he’s right. he did tell you not to go out in the snow last night, but you just wanted to walk in it for a little while. it looked so pretty!

but now here you were, up at midnight with a stuffy nose and sore throat, your sneezing and sniffling keeping toji up as well.

"i think i'm dying," you mumble dramatically, a pout on your lips as you turn to look at toji's back. you hear him sigh before he’s turning over to face you, giving you a tired and exasperated look.

"you're not dying, you'll be fine."

"i'm sorry."

"for what?"

"keeping you awake."

he rolls his eyes at your sudden apology, and you huff at the sight. you’re just trying to be nice!

"you’re such a grumpy old man," you mumble, your voice sounding congested as you can’t breathe through your nose.

"you’re a brat who doesn’t listen," he retorts dryly, too tired to deal with you and your sickness. you simply sulk at his words, knowing he’s right. you did feel bad for keeping him up, especially after he warned you not to go outside, but the memory was worth it to you.

"at least we got to play in the snow… and it’s good that only i got sick." toji stares at you for a second, an unreadable expression on his face. you blink in surprise as you see the subtle nod of his head, like he’s agreeing with you.

"the snow was alright, 's too cold though," he grumbles, rubbing at his half lidded eyes. however, you know him better than that. he definitely had fun messing around with you outside, even if he didn’t admit it.

"i’d rather me be sick than you though, i wish you weren’t," he mumbles, and you almost don’t hear it. his eyes are closed now, not being able to keep them open from the exhaustion creeping up on him.

"aww, toji! that’s so sweet—"

"cus you complain too much, 's annoying." he cuts you off, his words laced with playfulness so you know he’s just kidding.

he grunts as you shove him, though you cough right after and it makes him grin at your instant karma.

"you’re mean. i’m sick and i’m dying, you could be nicer—"

he cuts you off once again when he suddenly wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. he holds you close, his chin resting atop your head.

"shut up and try to get some sleep, i'm fuckin' exhausted," he murmurs near your ear, his sleepy voice reaching your ears and making you smile.

it’s rare toji cuddles you like this, so you fully embrace it, nuzzling closer into the warmth of his chest. after a beat of silence, you hear his deep voice once again.

"if you get me sick i'll be pissed."

"asshole," you huff back, jabbing him lightly in the side, causing him to let out a strained noise from low in his throat.

"goodnight, brat."

"…night, toji." ♡

☆ this is sitting in my drafts and i wanna get rid of it, so here

[nkogneatho]

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 who likes to fuck you from behind. He loves the way your ass slaps against his pelvis. His dick ramming hard against your walls. But you know what else he loves? It's the way you're drooling as he takes a glance in the mirror. You were on your fours when you guys started but now after almost half an hour in this position, your elbows gave up and laid flat. Your knees are going limp but Toji is determined to make you come atleast four times.

"T-toji...can't cum anymore," you cried.

"Oh c'mon, sweetheart. Since when did you start giving up so early—fuck!" He hissed when your walls started clenching.

"Fuck, y/n. Telling me you can't cum yet here your holes are devouring my dick."

Toji's dick was too big. You did not have the energy to spread out anymore.

"Can't help it—Holy fuck I am close," you cried and that was enough for Toji to fuck you into your fourth orgasm.

All the energy came rushing down and you walls spasm against his cock. Your eyelids felt heavy.

"How about we skip work today?" Toji pitied you.

You looked up at him, tired and angry. "Why? Did you expected go with almost broken knees?"

"I mean...I can carry you if it hurts that much—"

"NO. My boss already hates you after you slapped him the other day," you argued.

He rolled his eyes. "Well then he shouldn't have been staring at your ass like that."

"Valid. But still. Fuck you."

"Oh I thought you were tired. But I can go all day if ya want—" and a pillow landed on his face.

God, this man.

[mommycity]

Toji loves his son’s chubby little day care teacher. The way you care for his boy is seen in and out of school. Megumi is just a little kinder and more cooperative than ever after having you as his teacher and Toji sees this. He’s grateful that you provide a fulfillment he can’t provide. But he’s just a man. And a damn hungry one. He love that pretty full body, the way your dresses hug your hips and the fullness of your ass has him reeling. When he sees you bend over and the bit of cleavage spills from your top mad him chuckle to himself. So constantly reminds you his doors are open. He flirts with you, opens your doors, fixes whatever you want without a compliment. He loves telling you how much Megumi thinks of you, to him it’s like father like son. So when Toji finally gets you to come to him, begging him to scratch that itch? Nothing but a chuckle escapes his hips. His dick has been stroked to the thought of you sitting on his face for weeks. The mere thought of him rubbing your soft tummy has given him the hardest cock he’s had since his youth. So he fucks you like he’s about to lose you. He savors the way your clit taste. His tongue works slow strokes of varying pressures on your sopping cunt. When you stroke him with your tits he thinks he might die then and there. When he finally cracks you open and folds your legs to your ears he’s in heaven. His cock just rests between your pussy lips as he slowly savors the image. When he finally pushes in and both you and him moan in tandem. Your tits pushed together and entrapped by your full belly. Toji swears he’s in heaven. The way you’re moaning and gripping his dick along with this killer view? He doesn’t think he can simply give it up. He wants to come home to this every night

[m-ayo-o]

chapters m.list

sub!toji au : needy sex worker puppy x gn reader. power imbalance, manipulation, bdsm and pet play themes throughout about the reader ~ gender neutral, smaller than toji, rich, narcissist, clean freak + control freak

18+ SEXUAL CONTENT. CAUTION: NASTY KINKS

1: i don't work for free

cw: bondage. dub-con. explicit sex

kinktober special, in which toji meets you at your usual hotel of choice, being lured into an evening of bondage and gags. you keep him tied up with thick leather straps and the promise of cash.

"Just, just your ass," he continues, "in your clothes, don't care, just need to feel your fucking ass on my cock"

2: who do you think you are, to give orders as you please?

cw: public toy use. anal play

he enters the lion's den, visiting your pristine workplace only for you to toy with him. you can't help but take this opportunity to humiliate him.

Not ten minutes into his return, with the hubbub of the break room dampening the sound of the vibrator, your puppy is turning into a massive horny mess.

3: they would all bear witness to the bare flesh...

cw: exhibitionism +++

4: of the one who is free

cw: sounding +++

toji

[imwritingforfun]

Texting the jjk men

"Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"

Warning fluff *wink wink* 😍

Thought I'll do this since I'm leaving tomorrow

And idk if I'll get signal over there so enjoy :)

[threezzyo]

꒰ ˒ take you to the basics∘︴toji z.

↬ you and toji zenin have a fun time at the aquarium. ⇢ sfw, no cw!

∾ zenin toji x gn!reader. modern au. no curse au. toji lives with his big family and you're already close with them. established relationship. height difference mentioned kinda. tiptoe kisses. fluff. young teenage love. aquarium date. comfort. healthy relationship. (my dream date actually)

a/n: i tried making this with little gendered pronouns, so everyone can read! i'd appreciate any feedback! title is a reference from 'basics' by twice <3

dividers are made by cafekitsune (tumblr)

your favorite part of the aquarium was definitely the moon jellyfish. you admire how the jellies drift carelessly through the ocean, their delicate tentacles glimmering in the soft aquarium light, the chatter of the vivacious crowd around you, and your first love, toji zenin.

you had easily won over his family. it wasn't hard, you just acted like yourself. always polite, eagerly listening to the elder's stories. toji would be annoyed because it seemed that you would only come over to play with his cousins, mai and maki, or make tea for his grandfather.

the water feels like cold glass on your skin. the tank was huge, lots of people crowded around it as people excitedly touched the fish. using two fingers to softly pat the little translucent jellies.

"won't they sting ya?" a gruff voice rumbles in your ear. toji zenin, your boyfriend of three years, told you a week ago he'd never been to an aquarium. like the overly excited partner you are, you bought tickets to the local aquarium and dragged him here.

its just fish, he said. but he's here yelping as one of the tiny invertebrates brush his fingers ever so slightly.

"baby, its just a little jellyfish. why are you so scared?" you tease him, as you two wander around the building.

"...they could sting me." he mumbled, flushed from your teasing. he'd never admit it, but he loves likes it.

you laugh in response, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek. "its okay, i'll protect you from the moon jellies. poor baby toji." you squish his cheeks, overly sticking out your bottom lip.

"oi. stop." he grumbles.

"okay, okayy." you laugh, letting go of his face and holding his hand instead.

the sound of gently bubbling water, the sight of colorful fish and aquatic plants, and the calming effect of underwater lights create a serene atmosphere. toji can't take his eyes off of you, keeping you close at all times as you excitedly point out at the clownfish.

"i caught that fish in animal crossing. and that one. ooh... i've always wanted to get one of those, but they never spawn on my island." you ramble off excitedly.

"you're so cute, darling. could watch ya like this the whole day."

normally, he'd be bored, but it seems so relaxing looking at the shiny scales, or the underwater forests, with the kelp, coral, and anemones.

"are you having fun?" you murmur, holding his hand and leaning onto his shoulder. "i hope you are."

"of course i am." he replies smoothly, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. "i'd always have fun with you."

you beam up at him, watching the surgeonfish swim without a care in the world. "i love you."

he chuckles, wrapping you up in a big hug, his arms tight around your waist. "oh, i love you too. so fucking much."

a/n: i hope it's decent i literally don't know how to add more ig😭 next i have a satoru fluff and i have an idea in the making for yuuji! i feel like i'm writing too much fluff and no like angst or smut but we'll see😜

[chronicdisasterwrites]

happiness looks good on you

pairing: toji fushiguro x reader (modern au)

genre + warnings: - FLUFF !! kinda nsfw? nothing explicit, but nsfw acts were mentioned and hinted at, some kissing and just Toji being literal sex on legs, basically gn! only reader is shorter than Toji.

word count: 962

summary: morning after with Toji ;) listen to t.swift’s “sweet nothing” for the ultimate experience.

enjoyyyy

It's warm. And bright. And so soft.

You slowly open your eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust your dozy eyes to the luminous rays flooding the room through the flowing translucent curtains. Cream-colored linen curtains flow with the soft breeze entering through the slightly ajar windows, creating shadows as they obstruct the light from the early morning sun. Your mouth is dry and your limbs tired. Memories of the previous night bring an unconscious smile to your face as you look around the empty room. Sitting up, you scratch your head, stretch like a cat and smell the sweet aroma of coffee, and hear the crisp sizzling of what you assume could be eggs. Falling back down on the bed, you wonder whether this is all a dream. But then you hear light humming coming from the kitchen, and the realization that this is real and not a dream is somehow overwhelming. The man you love singing a song you love, as he makes breakfast, hopefully fully naked save for the apron you bought him for his birthday last year, with you waking up wrapped in his bed sheets, your clothes in his drawers and strewn all over the floor, and pictures of your love on his fridge, his bedside table, his phone. 

Dragging your body upright, your feet hit the cold ground as the tepid breeze causes little prickles all across your exposed skin. Picking up his normal-sized (yet oversized for you) Supertramp t-shirt you wear it, breathing in the musky scent of his deodorant and shampoo, with the lingering scent of cigarettes and aftershave. Making your way to the bathroom, your eyes scan your face in the mirror. Disheveled hair, little love bites scattered all over your neck and collarbones, a rising blush on the apples of your cheeks as you think back on last night's shenanigans. Memories of touches flood back as you trace the marks on your body, remnants of kisses and whispers in the night. The feeling of his skin on yours, the coolness of his teeth on your pulse, the soft brush of his wispy hair on your forehead, then chest and navel. The feeling of his lips on yours as he holds your heart in the palm of his calloused hands. It all comes rushing back to you, like a flash wave rolling through your brain. Brushing your teeth and washing your face, you follow the humming to find its source.

Walking out from the bedroom you pad along barefoot to the kitchen and find him moving around, grabbing ingredients, chopping coriander leaves and flicking them in the frying pan, checking the waffles in the waffle iron, still humming that song. It's so domestic, you think. There's so much love crammed between these walls. So much love in your heart you think it might just explode. He is wearing that apron, albeit not fully naked, bare back on display and Calvin Klein boxers just below the little bow of the apron tied behind him. You smile as you walk close enough to wrap your arms around his waist and place a small kiss on his spine. He looks back and gives you a smirk. You lean up to kiss the scar on the corner of his lips. He turns the stove off as he places the spatula on the counter. Turning to you and placing both his large palms on either side of your face, he gives you a longer kiss, slow and sweet. His steely blue eyes lock onto yours and you feel so safe. 

“Hey there. Why're you up already, huh?”

You laugh and quirk an eyebrow looking at the omelet in the pan and the coffee just begging to be poured into your designated mugs, “What, you planning on eating all this yourself?”

Toji scoffs as he turns back around to reach his hands up to the cabinet to grab your large mug and his even larger mug. You watch his muscles flex and grin to yourself. 

“Nah, I just thought I'd surprise you with some breakfast in bed.”

He pours the coffee into both your mugs as he hands yours to you and keeps his one on the dining table. You take the first sip and hum in satisfaction as he starts plating the omelet and golden-brown waffles onto two distinctly patterned plates. Placing the two plates filled with delicious-looking, steaming food on the table he turns to you and takes the coffee cup from your hands. You frown as you watch him place it down on the table next to the food waiting to be eaten. He leans down and peppers kisses on your jaw, trailing down to your chin, then neck, then collarbone. 

“Y’know after last night, figured you'd need some extra lookin’ after.” You blush.

You trail your hands up his arms and hang them behind his neck, toying with his ebony hair that seems to have grown a bit longer than usual. You kiss his ear and rest your chin on his broad shoulder as his arms wrap themselves around your waist. One of his very busy hands finds its way underneath your his shirt and traces your spine. You exhale and bring one hand down his back to rest against his waist, “I mean, I could still go back.”

You feel him snicker against your neck as both his hands land on the back of your thighs; an unspoken signal to jump up. You do, and he holds you as you wrap your legs around his waist. He looks up at you and then at the untouched meal and back at you. With a devilish grin and a spark in his now stormy gray eyes, he starts making his way to the bedroom.

“The food can wait.”

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a/n: I LITERALLY FORGOT ABOUT MEGUMI WHILE WRITING THIS, just pretend he's at a sleepover or older or smth rip. this is so cringe i'm crying, i just felt like writing smth cute and domestic w toji

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[jeanblvd]

Toji Fushiguro as your husband ༊*·˚

warning: suggestive (1 mention of sex)

☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆

husband!toji that . . .

is caught off guard when his ring shines in his peripheral vision (during early stages of marriage), bc sometimes he forgets he’s wearing it and then he’s smiling like an idiot

shops for photo frames to put your wedding photos in

spends lazy weekends watching tv with you leaning against his chest which rumbles every time he lets out a chuckle; sometimes feeding you snacks he’s eating

won’t leave for work until he gets his goodbye kiss—his hand leaning against the door with a smirk, watching as you turn off the running sink because saying ‘bye, honey’ wasn’t enough for the man

is a really good driver; one arm reversing, placing his hand behind your seat and all (like its rlly hot lol—and he can tell if you’re staring bc the muscles on his arms would bulge, his lips curving into a smirk)

knows how to distance himself to give you some time alone after a fight, but then it doesn’t last that long bc he’s sneaking back into your bed (you have conversations the next morning to resolve your issues and 90% of the time it leads to sex)

is clingy in the mornings; would plop his heavy body on top of yours lazily to trap you with him. you have to tap his cheek three time so he could un-suffocate you from his affectionate hold

usually lounges around the house with no shirt on (imagine waking up to this man wearing only sweatpants and a baby pink apron, in the kitchen cooking up some omelettes n pancakes: “morning, sunshine. Sleep well?”)

[n-agiz]

TOLERATE ITㅤ boyfriend! fushiguro toji x gn! reader — angst [ 0.7k+ wc ] cws age gap + slight power imbalance + allusions to toji cheating on reader ! MDNI

ㅤhow toji went from loving you to only tolerating you was a mystery, the only thing you could do now being to decide whether you wanted to push through it and live with his indifference or leave him and search for something better.

recently, you had started to feel a barrier building between you and toji.

your story was long, the day you realized you had fallen for someone almost double your age one you would never forget, much less the one you realized your feelings were not only accepted, but also mutual. toji was like a dream come true — or at least for a while, he was — and at first you couldn’t help but wonder how you had managed to get so lucky.

he was mesmerizing, not only due to his looks, but also because of how he treated you, how gently he always held you and how understanding he always seemed to be, didn’t matter the situation. he worshiped you in a way no one else ever had, and naturally, you did too, putting him on a pedestal as if he was your own personal savior, your knight in a shiny armor. looking back, maybe you had given him too much credit all along — he was amazing, but everyone has their flaws and toji never tried to hide his from your eyes. you still saw him as some upper being though, someone worth the unconditional love and admiration you gave.

things worked for a while, toji appreciated your affection and you enjoyed giving it to him, but then a switch seemed to turn in his mind and something that he was once thankful for, something he reciprocated to the best of his abilities, turned into something he seemed to only tolerate.

over the last few months, slowly but steadily, toji had begun to grow colder, more distant. at first you assumed that maybe he was just tired, that him coming home later was really because of him having to do extra hours at work, but then doubt that he had someone else started bubbling inside your head, and you started to question everything about him.

you tried to save your relationship, bring back all the adoration you once had for him — you went back to trying to impress him, doing your best to make him happy, but nothing seemed to work, his feelings for you nothing but a sliver of what they once were, his actions not more than the bare minimum, descending to giving you just enough to keep you hooked instead of enough to make you happy.

maybe you were getting it all wrong — toji, your toji, the one you loved so much and the one who you once worshiped would never hurt you, at least not purposefully, so you were definitely getting it all wrong, reading too much into his actions and maybe even expecting too much out of him. yeah, that had to be it, you thought, it’s normal for relationships to slow down after a while, they settle down instead of always remaining in that initial honeymoon phase, so toji’s actions were more than acceptable — or at least you tried to convince yourself they were for a while, eventually reaching the point where you grew way too tired of everything, or more accurately, of the lack of anything.

leaving toji, as unbelievable as it sounded, started feeling like a viable option, the correct one, even. somehow, you still loved him. in one way or another, you still cared about him and desired him — but when did it start becoming too much? when did your delusions and possible what if's turn into hopeless wishing that things could still go back to normal, that the man you laid next to every night would somehow wake up one day and go back to being the one you fell for? the wondering and waiting around were worse than the idea of simply walking out of toji's life, which was unexpected, because leaving the one man you thought would be the one for you — the one you thought would be the love of your life — was an excruciating one, but somehow still less painful than living in doubt and uncertainty, so one day, after you had finally had enough and had gathered all the courage you needed, you told toji you were leaving, and although his reaction was more underwhelming than what you had hoped for, you were fine with it, not caring anymore about the fact that he didn't care either, now able to tolerate the thought that some things simply aren't worth fighting for, and that sometimes leaving and giving up is the best choice.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

[gojogoblin]

jjk boys’ favorite body part of yours [pt. I] 18+

part I featuring: megumi, yuta, toji

content: gender neutral!reader, some fluff, some light smut

read pt. II here | pt. III here

megumi | hands

Your hands were the first thing he noticed about you when you met. You'd lifted one to wave, then laughed and held it out as if to shake professionally. And though you'd only been joking, he'd taken your hand anyway, thumb curling around your hand. He couldn't help but think they fit perfectly together, as cliche as it sounded.

He'd never stopped watching your hands, either. He watched them as you learned to play his favorite video game, frantically thumbing the (wrong) button repeatedly. He'd stare at them as you studied, latching onto the way you kept one palm flat against the paper to keep it steady as you recorded neat notes with the other. By proxy, he adored your handwriting, evidenced by the way he'd pretended to have forgotten his phone when he asked for your number and instead handed over a post-it note. That note still lurked somewhere, probably in his bedside table's drawer.

So it was your hands now that he watched with his head buried between your legs, thighs pressed tightly to his ears. It didn't keep him from hearing your broken moans, the way your voice cracked when you cried out his name. That was nice, of course, god, it was nice, but his attention remained focused on the way your fingers curled around the sheets, an aggression satin easily forgave. He watched your knuckles whiten, watched your fingers pause, flex. Straighten out and immediately curl almost in time with his tongue. When he finished you off, gasping and arching off the bed, it was still your hands his eyes flickered to, gazing at them as they shook, as they wiped tears of pleasure and overstimulation from your cheeks. He only allowed himself to close his eyes when he felt your fingers slide through his hair, tugging him up gently for more.

And it was your hands - specifically your left one- that he stared at now, gently angling it back and forth with a gentle hold on your fingers as he admired the shine of the ring he'd promised you months ago.

yuta | collarbones

He'd met you over the holidays, when any exposed skin would be in immediate danger of frostbite. He didn't need much to fall for you, though, which he did almost instantly as you and your friends shared a spot near the lodge fireplace with his group. Tragically, he hadn't had much of an opportunity since then to see you again, so it was with elation that he called out your name on the first truly hot day of the spring season and with a suppressed gasp as you turned, wearing a scoop necked t-shirt that showed off prominent collarbones. Maybe you'd smiled, maybe you'd stared for a moment trying to figure out where you knew him from. He couldn't tell you, because he was entranced.

Now, he never stopped touching them. His favorite was to lay sprawled out on the couch with his legs spread, making room for you to sit between them and lay against his chest. Even when you wore a sweatshirt, he'd manage to jam his hands in there to get at what he wanted. He'd mindlessly, gently trail his fingers along the bones, sliding into the hollowed dips smoothly, tracing circles. It almost tickled, and you'd gotten so used to it that it was hard to fall asleep now without it. You thought maybe it was the same way for him, a pleasant ritual for the both of you.

Oh, but his tongue followed the same path his fingers did, and then some. Now it was his turn to slot himself between your legs, hips pressed to yours and hands curled loosely around your wrists to keep them down against the bed as he rutted against you. He knew it was your favorite way to start, and he'd never miss a chance to worship this beautiful piece of you. It was perfect; he was so close to your lips, so close to the breathy sighs and the stutter in your voice when he bared his teeth enough for you to feel them graze the sensitive skin. He'd leave marks, but only if you asked him to. He'd always been considerate that way. His lips never left the space between your collarbones as he pressed into you, filling you to the brim.

Now, you'd never be caught dead without the delicate necklace he'd gifted you on your anniversary, a small but sturdy reminder of where his mouth belonged.

toji | arch of your back

Toji had never pretended to be good at being someone he wasn't. That was why, after spotting you dancing that night at the bar, he'd decided he needed to get to the restrooms by walking behind you, sliding by with a gentle touch to the small of your back even though there had been plenty of room to pass without ever laying hands on your body. He'd mumbled a sorry excuse about the guys behind you backing up while he tried to walk by. Neither of you had bought it, but you didn't need to. Your skin had been electrified for the rest of the night.

He didn't need to put things high up on the shelves in the kitchen, either, but it was always a treat seeing you reach up, wobble on your tiptoes, watch the way your back naturally arched a bit as you desperately tried to grab the peanut butter, or the glass up there, or whatever it was because he wasn't listening, not really. He'd come up behind you, chuckle goodheartedly and apologize, citing that he forgot how short you were. Neither of you bought this either, because he was a horrible pretender.

The one thing he didn't have to pretend was how insane you drove him, how feral he became the moment you crawled onto your hands and knees for him, just begging to be taken. The way you'd drop down to your elbows, accentuating the arch of your back, the way you'd let your hips rock from side to side to entice him further. He would never pretend that it wasn't a weakness you exploited easily. But now he exploited you, slamming into you so roughly you thought you might split in two. Unable to find the oxygen to even moan, you could only squeeze your eyes shut and gasp, mouth open but no sound escaping except for the squeak that slipped when his hand came to your back and pressed down firmly to force you into an even deeper arch.

In the end when you were both spent, him still buried in you, he'd lean down and ghost his lips over your skin, whisper that once you were cleaned up he'd rub your back for you.

[sexlapis]

[◉°] …TOJI & Y/N BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT PART 4 … 764k views

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ᰋ actor!toji x actor/actress!reader

synopsis: your fans truths delusions about the nature of you & toji’s relationship continues.

a/n: actor!toji is still here guys! ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

sfw, fluff, crack, ooc toji, mentions of smoking

masterlists

actor!toji masterlist

part one, two, three

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ᰋ first clip

“hi guys! welcome to ‘baking with y/n, episode two’!” you yell at the camera, grinning, “and today i will be cooking with…” waving your hands out to the side, you announce your guest, “toji fushiguro! come on toji!”

toji’s big stature strolls into view with his hands in his pockets. he makes the entire kitchen area shrink around him due to his domineering size and overall presence.

“alright, alright..” toji chimes, “not too much now.”

“toji. don’t big yourself up too much. this is still my show,” you smile at his dumb, flabbergasted face and turn your attention back to the viewers, “today, we’ll be making cinnamon rolls! mmhmm!”

meanwhile, toji is tying a too-small apron around his torso, tightening it around is cinched waist. his seemingly intimidating demeanour is nullified by the pink, frilly gingham fabric that graces his body.

“‘don’t happen to have any other aprons, do ya?”

“no, why-” you choked on your own spit when you look at the state of toji - wearing a tiny, delicate apron on his large frame.

“toji, wow…you look so nice…”

“you be quiet.”

ᰋ second clip

as a fashion show attendee, and a significant one at that, you were given some of the best seats in the venue. coincidentally, you are placed right next to your friend, toji fushiguro.

when a member of staff leads you to your seat, you seem surprised and happy to find toji there, smiling broadly. toji’s face cannot be seen in the video, but from the way he stood up to greet and hug you, it appears that he reciprocated your feelings!

you both settle in your seats and before long, the show begins. the models walk by. and more models. and even more models.

before you know it, your eyes grow heavy, your head occasionally dipping and shooting back up again. you seemed so tired…

toji looks at you and rubs your knee, speaking a few words to you. in response, you yawn and nod gently. toji leans in a little, whispering words unheard to onlookers and you in turn. you then rest your head on his big, pillowy shoulder, holding onto his elbow as you try not to fall asleep. he rubs his hand over your smaller ones.

you do end up falling asleep. at the fashion event that you were specially invited to by the designer themselves.

luckily for you, the sweet moment between you and toji overshadowed your sleepy behaviour!

ᰋ third clip

when walking on the red carpet of the season two premier of ‘jujutsu kaisen’, you are dragged around for pictures and interviews and speaking with other actors. but one interview with you and toji has everybody talking.

as you answer the question you have received from the interviewer, toji stands beside and he is…not paying attention to your words per say.

his eyes wander from the top of your perfectly styled hair and down to your sharp tailored clothes that fit on your body so nicely.

toji is not at all subtle as he full on checks you out.

“look at their outfit…” he mumbles, shamelessly interrupting the interviewer who was speaking, just to talk about how good you look.

“yea-yeah! they look great!” the interviewer compliments you, a little thrown off by toji’s interruption.

“so, so beautiful…”

you laugh shyly at toji’s words, brushing down your clothes and looking down at yourself, “toji, are you even listening to the questions?”

“what questions?”

ᰋ fourth clip

you are a famous and respected actor. of course you must do a ‘what’s in my bag’ video with vogue.

after going through a couple of your obscure items, you come across some of the more treasured ones that you carry around with you.

“and this-,” you giggle, holding up a small, soft brown stuffed deer toy in the palm of your hand, “this is the little toy that toji got me! i liked the brand that makes these, so we got a toy that reminded us of one another…and he got me a deer.”

you are asked what toy you got for toji.

“i got toji an angry looking white bear. it suits him.”

later on through the video, you pull out a silver, vintage lighter.

“right. so…toji gave me this lighter too,” you flick it on and off a few times, “i told him i don’t smoke and he just say “you say that now but you’ll feel differently after doing this job for five years”” you cackle loudly at the memory, “…yeah, he’s not exactly wrong about that…”

ᰋ fifth clip

blurry footage emerges of you and toji at the after party of an awards show.

the dance area is filled with people dancing and commotion everywhere, but somehow, a fan noticed you and toji in the corner of the room.

a sensual r&b song plays in the background as you dance imperfectly, in between toji’s spread legs, looking at him and promoting him to join you.

he stares at you and takes a swig of his drink. the tie he wears is loose and his hair ruffled.

as you dance along with the song, toji stands and tames your hand in his, spinning you around and pulling you right against his chest and sways the both of you. toji rests his face on the side of your head and closes his eyes as you laugh at his antics.

that one video confirmed every single suspicion that your fans ever had about you and toji.

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a/n: an actor!toji fic after 2 months. he lives!

[shiro249]

Bruh, why I am only seeing a little fluff with Toji? He deserved have a lots of fluff and comfort!! Justice for fluff Toji! After all he's going through a lot :'>

My bae needs love and comfort he deserves T^T

[nkogneatho]

𝐈𝐃𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐘.

—a/n: just a toji thought i can't get off my head. this ain't a fic or anything but i need to tell you this. but tell me if i should write a fic on it tho. major character death, gn!reader, angst, jjk major spoilers.

toji broke up with you on the day he went to fight gojo. despite showing nothing but utter confidence, there was a tiny ration of his heart aware that he might not come home to you tonight. he might not get to eat the meal you prepared. he might not get to wrap his arms around you. the thought of you being alone, waiting for him with a smile on your face...he couldn't bear it. so he did what he always does. masks himself as the villian.

before leaving for the fight, he'd tell you how he's lost feelings for you, escalating the ground beneath your world. what did he mean? all of a sudden? what happened? your brain immediately started replaying memories, desperately hoping to find a reason where did it go wrong. You started crying, begging for him to give you a reason, or did you do something wrong but his face showed not a single shred of remorse. It felt someone stabbed your heart with an object big enough to hurt it, but not strong enough to pierce it, to leave you with an agonizing pain.

so when you leave your shared apartment—don't think you'll ever say that word again—after packing your things, hating his guts with all you've got, he sighs in satisfaction. When you're at the door, gracing him with one last glance of yours, your brows furrowed, all you could witness was him smiling. you hated him even more. Here you were, hurting, and all he did was smile? did he find someone else? but you didn't have the privilege to keep wanting him anymore so you left.

When you were crashing at a friend's place, Shiu gave you call. You tried to ignore it but 10 missed calls back to back means something.

"Toji's dead. The head of the Gojo Clan killed him." Your world shifted once again. This time, swifter than the breakup. You asked a hundred questions, denying, desperately trying to find a loophole out of this pain but Shiu answered them all as if it was the truth. And to your unfortune, it was. You've never cried harder.

But, when you happen to witness him at Shibuya, you convinced yourself that either you were hallucinating or he was doppelganger. When he locked eyes with you, his lips widened in a smile. Tears formed in your eyes. You immediately jumped in his arms.

"missed me that much, huh? i guess you don't hate me anymore" he said, arms wrapped around you.

"shut up and kiss me." when his lips crashed against yours, it felt like heaven. you've been deprived of this for years and now you finally had it. you knew why he broke up with you. toji tried to convince you to leave since he wasn't real. just an incarnation going to leave again for good, but years later your denial stage wasn't over as you tried to make him stop talking with your kisses.

"baby," he whispered. "I have to leave. It's time you go."

"No." Your voice firm but crumbled in seconds when you realized he won't listen to you anyways. "I don't care if you're not real. I need you. You can't just walk away again. You still have to make up for breaking up with me."

"Sweetheart, please." He sighed, trying to keep his composure but tears rolled down his eyes, a sight the world never witnessed but you.

"Toji. . .I know you wanted to protect my feelings so you made up all that breakup thing. . . but baby it still hurt. Nothing in this world can make me stop loving you. I hated you for it but I hated you because I love you so. damn. much"

"I am sorry. I love you and I am sorry I was so bad to you. I never deserved you. I never deserved your light, but thank you for gracing me with it." His hands started pushing you away.

"No. Stay. Toji!"

"I will always be by your side." In a quick second, he grabbled the broken part of the sword and stabbed his head.

"No. . . no. To—Toji? NO, BABY. TOJI!" you sobbed, crying as loud as ever as you held the corpse of a stranger morphed back to it's orginal body.

"Always be by my side? You left me, you motherfucker," you cried.

Ironic how there was a dead body lying on your lap, but you were the one experiencing death. Knowing everything he did in his life after he met you was to keep you safe from others, yet he was the one causing your heart the most pain right now. But how do you hate a criminal who also happens to be your saviour?

[mommycity]

Me thinks Toji would like to suck dick even if it’s just a strap. Rather he’s on his knees or hoisting you up in the air he’s sucking dick. He folds his tongue around the tip and smirks at the taste bc he’s a SLUT. And it’s always sloppy, he’s drooling and making out with the shaft before absolutely deep throating till the base. No gag relax either and forces you to feel his throat as your cock slides down it. eye contact? Oh absolutely. And when you cum? He’s smearing it on his lips like lip gloss cause he’s a WHORE

[kentokrazy]

toji is the type of bf to turn the heat down and act like he has no idea why it's so cold and "let" you cuddle with him to keep warm nejdndjdndbd