#Toji fushiguro drabble

[classyrbf]

toji doesn’t mind when his woman has a full bush. You think he cares about some hair? You think that’s gonna stop him? Absolutely not. And you only found out when you two were in a heated make out session, and you should’ve stopped knowing you didn’t quite prepare yourself so when his hands started wandering, you immediately pulled away from him. “What’s wrong? You alright?” He looked so confused.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine…I just…I didn’t shave?” You wince at your words, practically embarrassed. Why should you be? It’s normal after all, but your previous partners always made a big deal about it. Toji just laughs, and not a mocking laughter, but a genuine chuckle. Now you’re the one with a confused look on your face.

“Baby?” He tries to catch his breath.

“What…? Why are you laughing?” Your brows furrow.

Toji shakes his head at you, unable to wipe the smile off his face. “I’m a grown ass man, okay? You think I care about you not shaving? It’s fucking hair. Bush or not, it’s still getting ate,” he spoke so casually, leaving you shocked.

So now you’re just sitting there more turned on than before. It should be the bare minimum but the bar is literally in hell after how you’ve been previously treated. “Hair anywhere, I don’t give a shit about. You think I can go through with shaving my shit every other week? Fuck no. So I wouldn’t make you do it. Isn’t that like bad for you anyway?” He lifts a brow, actually curious.

“I…I don’t know? Don’t think so?” You’re really at a loss for words.

“Oh well, who cares? Either way don’t worry about it. So, come here and let me keep kissing my girl.” He hooks his finger under your chin, pulling you closer until your lips are only inches apart.

“O-okay.”

this is one is a bit suggestive but I still think it’s lowkey sweet??? lmaooo

[animamii]

"y'know," Toji grunts, fingers digging into the plush of your hips, "You shouldn't wanna be with a guy like me." His lidded eyes are focused on the way your body is arched, ass tutted out on display for him as his hands slide to grip the jiggly flesh.

"Mmm? And why not?" Your neck cranes, your voice silky and sweet and you purr out moan after moan.

"Cause you're my son's age, sweetheart," he bites his lip as he watches his dick slip in and out so smoothly, the way it shines with your slickness, "I could be your—hah— father."

"Why be my father when you could be my daddy?" You giggle, glossy lips curling up into a seductive smirk as you push back against him, emphasizing every deep thrust. His breath hitches, fingers tightening possessively on your waist.

"You're a dangerous little thing, aren't you?" Toji growls, voice thick with lust, his pace never faltering. "Makin' me wanna ruin you even more." With that he drills deeper, pushing every single inch of his manhood as deep as he can into you.

Your giggle melts into a breathless moan as he pulls you closer, his chest pressing against your back. "Then do it," you whisper, long lashes fluttering. "Make me yours, Daddy." Toji really doesn't know how a pretty little thing like you got into his bed, but by god he was grateful for it.

A deep, guttural groan rumbles from his chest as he snaps his hips forward, sending waves of pleasure through your trembling body. "Fuck, sweetheart," he mutters. "You really don't know what you're askin' for."

"Oh, I think I do," your voice gets a little deeper, sultrier than your usual girlish tone. Fucking little minx, he thinks.

Toji lets out a deep chuckle, the sound rough and sinful as his fingers trail up your spine before gripping the back of your neck. "You're playin' a dangerous game, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement and something darker—something possessive. "But I gotta admit… I like watchin' you lose."

His hips roll forward, slow and deliberate, making you feel every inch of him dragging against your slick walls. The stretch, the heat—it’s too much and not enough all at once, and the way he holds you, like he owns you, only makes it worse.

You whimper, pushing back against him, needing more, needing him to stop teasing. "T-Toji…"

His grip on your neck tightens just enough to make your breath hitch. "What was that, baby?" he taunts, smirking as he leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Thought you liked actin' all grown up. Use your words."

Your body shudders, pleasure tingling down your spine. "Please," you gasp, barely coherent, "Please, Daddy—"

A sharp groan rips from his throat, and in a heartbeat, his restraint snaps. His fingers dig into your flesh as he drags you back onto his cock, setting a brutal pace that has your eyes rolling back. "Fuck—there’s my good girl," he grits out, jaw clenching as he watches your body take him so greedily. "Knew you’d beg for it eventually."

The filthy squelch of skin meeting skin fills the air, and Toji watches, mesmerized, as your body trembles beneath him. "So fuckin' pretty when you fall apart," he rasps, reaching down to press his rough fingers against your needy clit. "C’mon, sweetheart—lemme see you cum for Daddy."

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

toji is okay with you not making eye-contact with him during sex because he knows that you're just overwhelmed, right? it's because he simply loves to feel your lips against his skin when you hide your face in the crook of his neck because that's how he knows he's taking good care of you, right?

fuck no.

those are not the only reasons.

if you look toji in the eyes while he's fucking you, he will cream his pants like a fucking teenager who's just seen a pair of tits for the first time.

when he has you on your back with your heels digging into his lower back and with your hands clawing at your back, his own arms barely supporting his body as he sinks into you; you look beautiful like this – a layer of sweat covers your body and he thinks about licking it all up, your bitten lips are parted and the sounds that spill from you cloud toji's mind like a drug. you're writhing and you're squirming, squeezing around his cock so tight that he feels like he's about to pass out.

and then... your eyes.

eyebrows scrunched together, you stare up at him and toji thinks he's going to die instead. tears brim in the corners while your pupils are blown wide, a mix of pleasure and adoration swimming in the dark orbs as he brings you closer and closer to another high. oh, he thinks you look like a fucking painting. like you belong in a museum.

the way you're looking at him is making his cock twitch inside you and that in turn makes you blink at him. you flutter your eyelashes while pressing your heels deeper into his back, silently begging for more.

"f-fuck..."

toji's head falls as he squeezes his own eyes shut. he feels like he's on fire. he feels like he's about to fucking explode. he's going to cum just because you're looking at him with nothing else but love in your eyes. he feels stupid for it – a little embarrassed that such a simple thing is getting to him so easily, but when he feels your hand on his jaw, cradling him like he's something that could break – the shame fades.

the combination of meeting your gaze once again, the care in them, and the love you offer him, makes the knot in his belly snap.

you caress his cheek as you hold your eyes on him, eager to watch him unfold in front of you. a fucked out smile makes its way to your lips and toji's heart skips a beat at the sight. he's never felt weaker, he's never felt more loved. oh, you're something alright.

he also can't handle your eyes whenever you're giving him head. he simply cannot do it. he does love watching you, he really fucking loves it – how you screw your eyes shut, your eyebrows furrowing as you concentrate on your breathing. how the drool pools in the corners of your mouth and how it dribbles down your chin. how your whole body twitches when you gag around him. how small your hand looks on him, how you massage his heavy balls. how pretty you look while doing it all – he's obsessed.

but the second you open your eyes and look back up at him... he's throwing his head back and hiding behind his arm. and while the view of his neck does get you to rub your own thighs together in want – it's not enough.

you want more.

taking your lips off his cock and ignoring the line of spit that connects you to it, you patiently wait for him to look at you. you even stop jerking him off, just resting your hand around his base. his dick twitches and another glob of pre-cum trickles from his tip.

"toji?"

your voice is as sweet as ever and he knows it's a trap. he grumbles back at you in hopes of convincing you to continue, but he's wrong. merely giving his base a squeeze, you watch how the older man buck his hips into your fist.

"look at me."

he won't, he won't, he won't. you're evil, you're awful, you wish to torture him until he dies. this is how it all ends for him. he won't.

"please..."

his balls twitch and his his body burns. he needs to cum so fucking bad but he hates looking like an actual old man, who can't keep his shit together.

"look at me, baby."

it's more of a demand now and he can't resist you. he never has and he never will. whatever you say goes – if you tell him to jump off a damn cliff, he will do so. if you want to break him just like you're doing right this moment, then so be it. he's all yours.

his arm falls from in front of his face and his green eyes crack open to the most glorious sight in the world. you look completely fucked out and your hair is a mess, your lips and your chin are all covered in spit and he thinks of you as an angel of some sort.

you give him a smile and his hips buck into your fist again, but you don't tease him for it – you want him to feel good. so you press a kiss to his sticky tip as you hold his lust-filled gaze and it's enough for him to blow his load all over your gorgeous face.

you lap at his tip like a kitten, collecting the few drops that threaten to escape while still pumping him with your one hand and massaging his balls with the other. toji grips the sheets below with both his hands – his fingers tug at the material so hard that they almost rip but neither of you care.

you worshipping his cock, or better yet worshipping him, is baffling to him. but he's not complaining. you take him into your mouth again, eyes still on his, you wrap your lips wrap around his tip and push him into overstimulation.

curses tumble from his scarred lips like they're the only words he knows and you can't help but smile while still having him him in your mouth. you're covered in his cum and now you're fucking grinning up at him – he really does think he's about to pass away. there's no way this is real, that you're not something his mind conjured up to plague him with. your hands feel godly and your mouth feels so fucking warm. no, this is it – he's officially dying.

taking your lips off of him with a pop, your smile widens even more as you give him an 'ahhh!' as if you've just had the best meal of your life and toji doesn't waste a second before pushing off the bed.

"fuck, come here."

his knees hit the floor with a thud as he lunges at you like a starved beast. he grabs your cheeks and pulls you toward him, smashing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. he needs to feel you, he needs to taste you. he needs to love you.

he needs to give you his all.

[nanamisbbygirl]

toji looooooves his little nerdy gf. how you curl up after a long day, flipping through a book, yapping your head off about the characters and plot while he just listens. he like that you collect cute mini figures of your favourite anime characters— it makes gift giving easy considering how many shows you seems to watch. best of all, he loves how your glasses always seem to be sliding down your face. especially when he has you bent in half with your legs over his shoulders.

“toji they’re fogging up,” you whine out, gripping onto his biceps for support. you can barely get a word in with the way he’s fucking you. each syllable seems to be entangled with a lewd moan.

“don’t care.” he says through grit teeth, thinking about how warm and heavenly your pussy is. how your nerdy cunt loooves his fat cock. you look too good right now; tongue rolling out, face flustered, all those thoughts in your brain are replaced with the thought of getting fucked. best of all, those cute glasses you always sport are heating up and getting blurry. it makes him drill himself deeper and deeper into you. “keep them on.”

part 2

[satorena]

.𖥔˚. “and whenever we fuck she be fuckin’ me back, put her in a headlock with my elbow” or whatever dababy said.

cw. explicit content. afab!reader. mild asphyxiation play. báckshots. squírting. implied marathon séx. mild impact play. reader is freaked out & toji is trying to keep up. 1.8 wc.

heat.

he feels nothing but heat as your velvety walls swallow his throbbing cock, consuming his vulnerability straight into the warmth of your core. heat, as the course in which blood pumps through his veins runs hot, flashes of pure adrenaline the only fuel left steaming in his worn out body from sheer overstimulation. heat, in the way it creeps up his chest, past his love assaulted neck and sits all over his face.

heat, the way the smooth skin of your ass feels as it ricochets off his hips in ripples that waves of the deepest of sea floors couldn’t ever dream of recreating.

he fucks into you like he’s got something to prove, and maybe he does. because you sit there, sprawled on all fours, a sinful dip in the arch of your spine glazed in drying semen— and in the midst of your mewls, you’re smiling, the furrow in your brows and your loosened jaw a telltale of satisfaction on your end. but, there’s an almost relieved smile etched on your lips, and toji’s never found a woman enjoying herself during sex any more attractive.

he’s rounds deep into fucking, has forgotten the amount hours ago, but even with sweat seeping out of every pore on his body, there isn’t anything celestial that could sever the magnetic pull of his thighs meeting the back of yours. your cunt is soaked, so wet he hardly feels his own dick crushing your cervix. but clamps down on him with a grip so tight— as if running from good pussy has ever been in his character.

he holds onto your hips harshly, and knows he’ll leave visual proof of his dedication printed into your skin. there’s a wonton symphony that soars into the sex scented room— a harmonious blend of your dripping pussy squeezing onto him for dear life, sweaty skin slapping against sweatier skin, and the love child of guttural groans and throaty moans. his name spills past your swollen lips in broken hiccups, but the way your nails claw into damp sheets suggests you’re just as relentless.

if not more.

his abdominal muscles tighten with every devastatingly deep thrusts, and there’s the familiar tingle simmering in his guts. he knows he’ll hold out until he rearranges yours via mushroom tip, but there’s only so much a man can muster out of sheer will alone, and you looking back at your bodies’ point of contact with heart in yours eyes certainly isn’t helping.

he doesn’t need to look to feel your creamy essence enveloping the base of dick. it sits into the patch of raven hair right above and connects strings of the sticky substance from your rear end to his front. it’s as messy as it is disgusting, and it takes every brain cell left in his putty mind to not cum.

a stray drop of sweat trickles from his matted locks and lands straight onto your ass cheek, and he brings a hand to land a firm blow onto the flesh. a deep rumble emerges from the depths of his lungs when your sweet cries are accompanied by a tighter claw of your cunt on his cock, “fuckkk mama— you tryna k-kill me here?”

a rhetorical question, of course, but the probabilities of it are never zero, by the way your misty eyes drag up slowly to meet his darkened ones.

your torso twists as your neck shifts, the love bites near your jugular blossoming into a purplish hue on full display. your smaller frame bounces forward from ruthless pounding, and even as your head jerks from the repetitive attacks, your smile never fades. and the wider your cheeks split, the harder he pistons his length into you.

his heavy balls ache for release, desperately tempted to fill your womb full of his unconditional love, but knows better than to cross that bridge, and instead lurch forward with each stroke to slap at your puffy clit. the additional stimulation forces your teeth to sink into your bottom lip, failing to contain the whimper that crawls out of you.

“tojiiiii,” follows the pathetic sound as his knee knocks into yours to further spread your thighs apart and deepen the exploration of his tip inside your cave. “you fuck me sooo good— can feel you in my s-stomach, baby.”

what a sweet little thing, he thinks smugly, though doesn’t doubt your words in the slightest . he’s positive if he flips you onto your back, the outline of his cock protruding your tummy would be prominent. you always take him so well, possibly better than how he takes you. little to no complaints ever, besides to up the pace or readying up for another round.

toji doesn’t get the chance to answer when he hears the thick sound of your bodies colliding echo in the air. there’s a look of overwhelming lust glazing over your eyes, and it doesn’t take the namely faster point of contact of your ass against his pelvic region to piece together that you’re fucking him back .

as your hips push backwards to chase that euphoria, his own drag forwards in timely manner. the gravitational push and pull of your sweaty bodies in synchrony has long surpassed human comprehension, your battered cunt surely in dire need of a break despite your mind’s own desires, as well as his painful hard-on diving back into the familiarity of home. toji didn’t care enough to let his weary body rest— he’d blow your back out until you personally begged him to stop.

and judging by the subtle throw of your head from his hand wrapping around the column of your neck with pressure applied, he knows that isn’t any time soon.

“that’s it, doll.” toji praises you through an animalistic growl, hooking his thumb in between your gaping mouth, doubling in the groan when you latch onto his digit with pouty lips. “fuckin’ show me how bad you need this dick.”

and show him you do, hips relentless as you bounce on his puncturing cock as if it were your lifeline. he matches your energy effortlessly, his body having a mind of its own as it meets you halfway. there’s bliss spread all over your face, a feeling you’re unable to shield even if you wanted to, as drool slobbers past his calloused knuckles.

the sharp coil in his stomach feels too big for the space it occupies, as it tightens the faster the pace augments. you throw your ass back so hypnotically that toji has no other choice but to spank both cheeks to cease the daze you were pulling him in.

it does no damage, of course, but the reddening hand mark embedded into your jiggly flesh certainly riles him up .

when the glide of his thick cock against a fleshier wall in your cunt has your teeth sinking painfully into the pad of his thumb, he knows you’re near. the soaring pain shoots straight into his balls, the sack twitching in anticipation to release generations worth of hot cum onto you.

not into you— yet, at least.

it starts with heat licking at every limb in his body. then, the tingling buzz in his rib cage. his mind runs miles a second, simultaneous full yet deviated of thoughts, besides a range between putting a ring on your finger as soon as he’s finished shooting blanks and how sinful every dribble of your essence melting into his skin forces a curl of his toes.

and your eyes— god, your eyes.

they don’t leave his for a second. not when the tickle of his pubic hair scratches your ass. not when the back of your thighs meeting the front of his starts to become borderline painful. not even when he pokes at your golden spot like he’s trying to push all your buttons for that explosive reaction. they don’t pull back, barely even blink at all, but stare deep into his emerald ones as if trying to bare his soul open at your disposability.

if your body wasn’t revealing your every desire to fuck like animals, then the look in your eyes most definitely did.

“shit,” he cusses, realizing he’s lost both the battle and the war, “‘m gonna cum.”

your moans come out muffled around his finger, though the excessive nod of your head confirms you’re both on the same wavelength. he feels it in the way your pussy kegels on his dick, practically begging him on your knees to grace you with his nut.

and just who was he to deny you of that right?

though, you beat him to the chase as you suddenly pull forward, just barely, off his cock and robbing him of warmth, and your body convulses in tremors of ecstasy. your jaw slackens and his thumb slips from your mouth, but easily finds your neck and clutches. he then only realizes you’re cumming when your smaller hand wraps around his cock, and drags his tip up and down your slit as you shower him in liquid.

what a sight for sore eyes— your body hardly able to contains its arch as your thighs tremble, and your lips part to cry out his name. his fingers hold a little harder around your neck while you use him to get yourself off, spraying yourself all over. the desperate tugs of his dick at your pussy lips are amplified by the unexpected but never unwelcomed dam that floods.

his chest pants heavily, and the coil in his guts snap. he swears his mind blanks out as he coats your fleshy pussy in hot strings of cum. he doesn’t even try to suppress how desperate his moans come out, not when your upper body slumps into the bed and your ass toots in the air. you let his cock rest in the crack of your ass as he finishes up his heavy load, the evidence leaking from your spine to the dimples in your lower back.

it takes both an infinity and a second for his high to come down, dick jumping weakly against your ass as it empties its contents out. he’s struck with the urge to spank your globes one more time and does just that. “fuckkk,” toji sighs, the tingle in his cock breaching the painful zone as you wiggle your hips back. you’re fucking insatiable, teasing him so.

“come on, old man,” you peer over your shoulder, giggling at the scowl on his face from that god forsaken nickname. he watches as your hand slips beneath your body to knead at his balls, and his cock twitches eagerly at the touch. fucking hell, he’s just as insatiable, “don’t tell me you’re already tappin’ out?”

he knows you’re baiting him. he knows you know he could and would keep you up until sunrise. but dangle a bone in front of a starving dog and watch how fast it’ll lunge. and before he can even bother weighing the pros and cons, he flips you onto your back and rests your legs over his shoulders.

and your smile is telling. i’m gonna be here for a whileee, toji thinks internally as he grips the base of his weeping cock and slips back in.

rena writing for toji????? hello????

[lolitakirstein]

something stupid bc i'm hella lonely and depressed and just want some toji comforts

Thinking about domestic retired! Toji who takes his job as a father and husband seriously. Protective doesn't even begin to grasp how defensive he is of you and your kids. You sometimes tease that he's breathing down your neck while you're at the store, but you love how safe you feel with him. He holds the grocery basket in one hand while the other one is laced with yours. And when you were pregnant? Jesus, you are surprised he didn't wrap ]you in bubble wrap. He also kept slightly in front of you while walking, making sure your growing belly was protected from any threat. When you would accidentally drop or gasp after bumping something or knocking something over with it, even a room away, he would rush in panicking "what's wrong? did your water break? are you ok," while cupping your cheek and then rubbing your belly. you could just giggle at his concerns.

Years of being together and growing older together. You sit on his lap, pushing his hair from his face that now is peppered with silver locks and well as his beard, which he frequently keeps in a stubble. "Love my old man, " you tease. He glares at you through his glasses he now wears while reading, after you bugged him to get them. Tired of him saying, "Can't see shit, why are these Legos so damn small," while building landscapes with your kids.

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

summary: toji comes home from work but is met with a home cooked meal from his favourite people

toji was always a lonely man. he preferred to do things on his own. it was more efficient since the results were exactly what he wanted. 'if you want it done right, do it yourself' was his moto.

he hated working with people, scared of emotional attachment, scared of disappointing anyone...scared of someone living him...again. the world had already taken away something or rather someone he cherished with all his heart and he was not ready for that to happen again.

but that was all before he met you. he didn't know why, and he didn't know how, but he knew...he knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life.

toji tried to ignore his feelings at first, trying to protect you form him. he was a dangerous man in a dangerous line of work, he didn't want your innocent self involved. but he just couldn't stop thinking about you, fantasizing and absent mindedly smiling when you walked past and in the end, he folded. confessing to you in the most romantic way possible, after he nearly lost his life, because he realized that he only had one chance. one chance and that's it.

he was beyond overjoyed that you reciprocated his feelings. everything in his life went right from then on. you reunited him with his son, megumi. the very son he abandoned as a mere five year old. the first meeting was awkward, but with time, they reconnected.

toji was a but a simple man. coming back into his empty house after a gruesome day of work and filling his growling stomach with cheap, ramen and a coke. that was his everyday routine. so what he found in his house one fortunate day was shocking to him.

toji walked through the front door and noticed something odd. the lights were on. they were never on because he lived alone. he did hand you and megumi spare keys, but because of his tight schedule it was rare for you to visit.

"must have forgot to turn them off", he shrugs it off as he takes off his shoes. he walks to the living room when a delightful smell invades his nostrils making his mouth water. odd.

he followed the scent to his small dining where he found you taking pictures of the meal prepped on the old wooden table, occasionally swatting megumi's hand away when he tried to steal some.

"gumi, stop! wait until your dad's here", you lightly scold him and he crosses his arms over his chest.

"he's already here anyways", you turn quickly to find toji staring at you with his brows raised.

"welcome home, toji!",you chirp excitedly. quickly you go to hug him and he wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss on your forehead, megumi letting out an uncomfortable grunt.

"what is all this?", he asks when you let go and pats megumi's back.

"well...we thought that since you always come home late and never have time to eat an actual home cooked meal, we thought we could surprise you with one", you point to the various foods on the table. "megumi helped a little too", you added and now toji feels weird.

he doesn't know what else to say. his favourite foods made by you and his son, together for him, all set at the dining table. the same dining table he used to sit at and eat cup noodles alone, and now for the first time in a long time, he gets to share a meal with the two people he loves the most. his heart is fluttering, his cheeks feels warm and...wet?!?!

"huh...?", he touches his cheeks not realizing that you're panicking as megumi stares at his a bit surprised. he wipes his tears with the back of his hands but they just won't stop.

"are you okay, toji?", your worried voice fills his ears and he doesn't even know when you were at his side already. megumi's now standing, a hand on his fathers back and then he pulls the both of you into a tight hug and smiling widely, kissing the tops of your head.

"this...this is the greatest i've felt ever...thank you all so much..."

and now toji realizes, he's not alone anymore, he has people who rely on him as much as he relies on them, and he wouldn't have it any other way...

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[spearofheaven]

⋆˚࿔ TILL YOU TELL ME TO LEAVE — situationship! toji fushiguro

SUM. you went out on a date tonight. but toji’s planning to stay until you tell him to go.

CONTAINS. 18+ content, MDNI. x fem! reader. 1.3k words. infidelity (ish). reader + toji have sex while she’s on the phone. unprotected p in v. doggy. ass slapping (once). use of pet names. kinda jealous toji (he’s in denial). reader needs to stand up probably.

A/N. congratulations to the lovely pepper (@prosypepper) on 2k! 😽 thank you for hosting!

toji fushiguro was not a jealous man.

he didn’t have anything to get jealous about—you weren’t his and he wasn’t yours.

and yet all he found himself thinking about when he was pounding you from behind, your nails digging into your sheets below and your cunt gushing and squeezing around his cock like a vice was the fact that you'd dressed up for someone earlier tonight. if he tried hard enough, he could still smell the extravagant scent of the man's axe spray clinging onto your skin.

someone more put together than him, though. that he was sure of. someone that didn't come after the sun had set, leaving before he got too comfortable being around you. before he got used to feeling of your arms clinging onto him in the middle of the night, reaching out just as he's standing up.

even your sweet moans echoing through the room weren't enough to break him out of his thoughts. "so, how'd your little date go?"

you swore your heart nearly dropped to your ass, your grip on the sheets just a little bit tighter. a low sigh left your lips as you turned around to face toji. but before you had the chance to say anything,

bzzt. bzzt. bzzt.

you were planning on ignoring the incessant buzzing on your night stand. maybe text back a half assed apology and say that you were busy. but that wasn't good enough for toji.

of course it wasn't.

"come on, answer it, doll. you have better manners than this," he tutted, passing it over to you. leaving no room to object.

you gave him a glare, biting back whatever retort was on your tongue before reluctantly turning to face your phone again. toji didn't miss that you'd saved the contact under the man's name and (hinge) right next to it. you answered the call at the last ring before it went to voicemail, "hello?"

"hello?" toji mocked right in your ear, fingers rubbing on your clit. if only to get you to slip—to say his name to the man who took you out tonight. casual be damned.

"h-hey!" your date spoke up, almost like he wasn't expecting for you to actually answer the call. "sorry if i'm being a bit forward here, i just wanted to know that you got home safe. i had a lot of fun with you tonight."

"i had a lot of fun too, t-thanks for the dinner," your breath hitched when toji angled his hips, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. the way you gushed and dripped around his cock almost had him convinced you were into this.

toji supposed he got the answer to his question from earlier.

he leaned in, pressing his lips against the side of your neck. biting down hard enough to leave a mark behind, a yelp leaving your lips. you smacked the side of his arm, but he was unmoving. simply soothing the sting on your neck with his tongue.

"are you okay?" the man on the other line suddenly asked, everything else having gone quiet. listening into whatever he could.

"yeah, no, i'm good. just bumped my toe against the side of the table," you responded after a couple seconds, hoping he wouldn't see through your lie.

and the man behind you almost seemed to relish in this. "maybe you should turn the camera on, ma. show him justtt how you like being fucked," toji whispered in your other ear, his fingers drawing torturous circles around your swollen lil' clit.

you could hear your date speaking on the phone, talking about the menu of all things. you could only uh-huh so much before another moan left you again. so you spoke up, "actually, do you mind if i call you tomorrow? i'm kind of busy right now."

you didn't wait to hear his answer, hanging up within seconds.

toji tutted his tongue yet again, staring at you with faux disappointment. barely managing to keep his lips from twitching into a teasing grin, "you didn't have to be so rude, doll. he was so excited to talk to you."

"oh, shove it fushiguro."

"with pleasure, baby." he shoved his cock back inside in a single thrust, knocking out the air out of your lungs. fucking you how he'd been wanting to (and barely resisting) throughout the phone call.

"o-oh fuck!" a loud whine left your lips, his hips snapping against your ass harshly. you buried your head further into the pillow, each muffle and whine muffled.

"could your date fuck you like this, baby?" toji questioned, his hands coming to grip your hips. gripping them like he purposely wanted to indent his fingers onto your skin. leave something of his clinging onto your body. you didn't answer—you both already knew the answer.

"tell me or i'll stop," he warned, cock twitching inside of you as he slowed down. you shook your head, raising it from the pillow before mumbling, "no, no, he couldn't."

one large hand smacked against the plushness of your ass, the fat jiggling under the impact. "louder, i can't hear you." you turned around to spot that same cocky grin on his face, a glare forming on your face.

"no. i said that no, he couldn't fuck me like you do," you relented, letting out a satisfied moan when he sped up again. his balls twacked! twacked! twacked! against your wet cunt, his fingers rubbing your clit in quick circles. you clenched around him tighter like you wanted to milk him dry, his cock sliding in and out of you like a waterpark with how soaked you were.

"gonna cum, keep going, please," you babbled, feeling that pressure building in your lower tummy. your walls constricted against his cock in a rhythmic motion, his own thrusts starting to grow rushed and sloppy.

"not gonna stop, cum all over my dick." your release washed over you with a loud moan, your head falling slack. toji fucked you through your orgasm into his own, following soon after and painting your walls white.

he stayed still for a couple seconds, letting himself catch his breath before pulling out of your twitching pussy. toji leaned in, jaw slack as he sucked the mixture of fluids out of your cunt. cleaning you up with his tongue before swiping a moist rag over your folds.

you knew what was coming next. toji didn't hesitate to grab his clothes off the floor with superhuman speed, pulling them over his body like every second he spent here outside of sex was akin to torture.

"you don't have to leave." you turned to look over at him, slipping your night shirt over your head. "i won't make something big of it, i know we're just sleeping together. so don't worry about me getting my hopes up or anything."

toji couldn't give you anything other than this simple, no strings (or so he thought) attached situation, but he always knew that you deserved more than him. so, he could give you a night. he settled beside you, pulling the blankets up.

toji fushiguro was like a stray dog. enjoying the comforts of domesticity and the feeling of having a temporary home, but only staying around for whatever scraps he could receive before he went out on his way again.

but he decided to stay. he'd be staying as you let him into the comfort of your presence, even if he doesn't give much in return. all he does is worry you senseless, coming to your apartment half bloody at times and gasping for breath. he's aware.

but he'd be staying in your bed and underneath your warm blankets until you finally told him to leave, that you never wanted to see him again.

[tojis-girl]

"toji!" you exhale with a fury in your tone, "you cant just come over!"

toji just simply shrugs at that, uncaring that your husband could be in the house right now. my guy has needs! and some man who neglects you wasnt getting in the way of him having your pretty pussy.

"who cares?" he scoffs, a grin plastered over his mouth as he roams his hands down your body, cupping your arse. "who cares?" you repeat with a angry tone, "me! i care!"

"mmm, why ya in a mood, doll?" the man in front of you tilts his head with a mockery in his tone, "lets cheer ya up, hmm?"

there wasnt any confirmation after, he picks you up and throws you onto the couch. roughly pulling off your panties which were hidden under a lousy pair of shorts. he licks his lips as if he was about to tuck into a meal - he was.

his hand grips tight onto your thigh, bruising the sensitive skin. you mewl loud when his tongue makes contact with your glossy lips.

"just need a good eating out dont ya? stupid husband could never." he huffs before eating his meal!

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STILL IN LOVE! #1 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

ex husband! who stops by your house to drop your kids off after their weekend with him. He’s walking your daughter, Naya, and Megumi to the front door, smiles adorning their chubby little faces. “Hi, mommy!” Naya giggles, running to hug you. Toji is walking slowly behind Megumi, ruffling the little boys hair.

“Hi, baby.” You smile, kissing her cheek. “You two have fun with daddy?” You hug Megumi as well, kissing the top of his head.

“Yeah, we met dad’s new girlfriend,” the little boy casually says as he walks past you and into the house to place his stuff down. Your raise your eyebrows in surprise, eyes following your sons figure before he disappears into the house.

“She’s in the car! Her name is Yoko!” Your daughter giggled before following her brother. You awkwardly clear your throat as it was only you and toji standing outside.

“Girlfriend, huh?” You force a smile, rubbing your palms on your jeans as you stare at him.

“Yeah, those two beat me to it before I could say anything,” he chuckled. “How was your weekend, though, mama?” He tilts his head slightly. The familiar nickname now a normal thing between you two ever since you gave birth to your two kids. From the looks of it, it seems like Toji won’t break out of the habit of saying it.

"Wow, well...congrats." You smile. There was a burning sensation in your chest, a ringing in your ears as you stared at the man in front of you. It was wrong of you to feel this way about the situation, to feel jealous. Toji was your ex husband, you two cut ties over a year ago.

"Yeah, thanks." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. The thing about you and Toji is that there was still something there that neither of you wanted to confront. The sex that you both still had with each other wasn't just casual sex, him whispering in your ear how much he missed you. How he'd hold you after and gently kiss your lips reminded you of the times you were still together. The nights he slept over and stayed for breakfast, bonding like one big family. How he still brought you gifts for your birthday and valentines day despite not being together. You weren't sure what to make of it, but knowing Toji, you knew not to take him seriously.

He was a player before you met him and you wouldn't be surprised if he ended becoming a player again. And that was the case exactly. As much as you told yourself not to fall for all his little tricks, you still found yourself doing it anyway. He was your husband for over five years, he was the father of your children. How could you not? It's why you feel so jealous now. It only seems that he was using you and playing you before he found himself another girl to entertain him. Of course, what more could you expect?

"Okay, I'll see you next weekend, mama." He turned around so effortlessly, walking off of your doorstep with a small wave.

"See you," you nonchalantly replied. Your eyes followed his figure as he got into his car, watching him kiss the new girl he had eyes for. Would it be wrong for you to say you were still in love with your ex husband?

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Bsf toji eating you out while you’re cheating ex is on the phone begging for you back. It’s been an idea in my mind for months and I can’t seem to find something the executes just right 😔

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best friend!toji wasn’t expecting you to come knock on his door in the middle of the night crying your pretty little eyes out, babbling about your shitty boyfriend cheating on you. He knew that useless fucker was no good from the start, and he especially hates him now that you’ve told him what happened. You came home late from hanging out with friends, walking in on your boyfriend making out with some random girl in bed, clothes halfway off. Toji doesn’t like seeing his pretty girl cry, wiping your tears away and hugging you tightly against his chest to help ease your mind.

“You were too good for him anyway, pretty.” He cups your cheek, pouting at your teary eyes.

“Y-yeah, I guess. The only good thing to come out this is I don’t have to have horrible sex with him,” you laugh through your tears.

“What?” Toji chuckles, furrowing his brows.

“He was horrible in bed, Toji. Like absolutely diabolical.” You shook your head.

“Did that fucker ever make you cum?” He questioned, genuinely curious and concerned. You sat there and shook your head no, tight lipped as can be. “Oh my god, he’s a fucking loser.” But suddenly, an idea popped into Toji’s heads like a lightbulb going off. Hearing about you having to deal with his bullshit and on top of all that he’s never made you orgasm had Toji’s blood boiling. You deserve to be treated like royalty, foot rubs, good food, massages, getting spoiled, and getting your pussy ate like it’s the last thing on earth. “Hey, pretty, can we try something that might calm your nerves a bit?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

Your naked body lays flat against Toji’s messy sheets, legs spread wide as your hands rake through his black hair. His hands hold your trembling thighs apart, threatening to close around his head each time he gets you right on the edge. “Nnngh! Toji! Oh my god! You’re gonna make me cum again!” Your weak attempts at pushing his head away make him laugh. You’re writhing and squirming just from his tongue and goddamn do you taste heavenly.

You’re breathing heavily, body limp and sweaty as your mind runs in circles, too hazy to even think straight. Toji catches eye of your phone lighting up, your bastard of an ex calling you. “Mmm, one moment pretty.” He smiles from ear to ear, lifting his head to answer the call yet never leaving you unsatisfied, his fingers working their way inside your creamy cunt. “Hello?”

“Hello? Who is this? Where’s y/n?” Your ex asked.

“Mmm,” Toji glances over at you, smirking, “she’s right here.” He pushed his fingers deeper, a long drawn out moans escaping your throat.

“Put her on the phone right now.”

“No can do, she’s a little busy,” he chuckled. “Wait a second, aren’t you the piece of shit ex that cheated on her?” Toji raised a brow, positioning himself back between your legs.

“I-I…I wasn’t cheating! Who even are you?! Let me talk to her and explain! Put her on the fucking phone!”

“Okay, whatever you say. Just know she might not be able to hear you.” Toji devilishly smiled, putting the phone on speaker. “Pretty, you’re piece of shit ex has something to say.” Toji laid his tongue flat on your clit, slurping your juices and sucking on your clit.

“Y/n! Y/n? Baby, listen to me, I’m sorry! I-I don’t know what I was thinking! Just come back home and we can talk. Hello?”

“Ohhhh fuckk!” You cry out, sucking in a breath, back arching off the bed.

“Y/n? What the fuck are you doing?! Hello! I’m sorry, baby! Please, just—”

“I don’t think she can hear you,” Toji panted, licking your juices off his lips.

“Yo, who the fuck are you?! Huh?” Your ex grew louder and angrier with each passing second.

“Someone better looking, stronger, smarter, loyal, richer, and who knows how to make a girl cum.” Toji went right back to eating you out, placing small kisses on your clit that made your hips twitch and toes curl.

“What the fuck?! Fuck you! Hello! You hear me?!” Your ex shouted.

“Sorry, my mouth was full,” Toji chuckled. “Question, you ever taste her pussy? Tastes amazing by the way. I know you couldn’t get her wet enough. You hear this?” Toji holds the phone closer to your cunt, your pussy squelching around his fingers. “That’s all because of me. Right, pretty?” Toji looks at you, your face twisted in pleasure.

“Y-yes, yes!” You scream, breath trembling.

“I know you never had her like this. A soaked, shaking, moaning mess. She’s looks absolutely delicious like this. Too bad your lame ass is missing out, she’s mine now,” Toji spoke, resting his head against your thigh.

“Fuck you! Y/n! Y/n, fucking answer me!” Your ex seemed completely infused with anger, his voice deepening as he screamed over the phone.

Toji continued to make out with your pussy, licking a long stripe from your sopping hole to your throbbing clit, circling his tongue around it. The pleasure from his thick fingers and his wet tongue was intoxicating, you could barely make out what your ex was screaming about over the phone, you were too high pleasure to even care about the asshole. All you cared about what how close you were to cumming again, rocking your hips against Toji’s face while your ex sat there and listened to every last bit of it.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m cummmingggg!” You squealed, toes curling as your legs shook. “Oh my fucking god, yes!” Your eyes rolled back as he kept eating you out through your orgasm, quite literally snatching your soul. “Tojiii!”

Toji glanced over at your phone, your ex still on call hearing your scream and moan from nothing but pleasure, but after a few seconds, he gave up and ended the call. He lifted his head to catch his breath, slowly removing his soaked fingers from your creamy cunt, sucking the juices off of them. “God, I can’t get over how good you fucking taste,” he hummed.

You were completely out of it, chest heaving, body limp, mind blank. All you wanted was Toji. He pulled onto his chest as he laid next to you, his fingertips tracing along your spine. “How do you feel now?” He asked.

“Good, really good,” you murmured into his chest, half asleep. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, baby, you deserve that and more. Now rest.” He kissed the top of your head. He grabbed your phone once more, unlocking it and snapping a picture of your two cuddled up before sending it to your ex.

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she’s all good over here ;)

I’ll be coming by to pick up her things too, so glad we’ll finally meet in person

[retiredteabag]

Dog-sitter!Toji - chapter 10

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Synopsis: Toji was quite accustomed to objectifying himself for a check. And to be frank, far worse actions as well. Now he’s not sure what to do with himself after meeting the kind and generous owner of the dog he pet-sits for.

read along as Toji learns that you don't need to lose yourself in order to love and be loved.

Qouth the poet, 'Come, love and health to all; then I'll sit down.' Only, at this feast of heart, the mind and soul is clear as day.

--

It had been right around late January when you started noticing your dog's anxiety. Early February before Toji started to look after the sweet boy while you worked. Back then, you had spent early mornings in the dark preparing for the day and late nights in the office, readying your space for the next shift.

The days had been monotonous, bleeding into one another. Quickly, you began to break under the weight of the expectations from your peers and superiors. It seemed that nothing you did was worthy of praise and every little error stood out more than any others. All achievement was expected of you and in the event you fell short, the worst you could hear would always be the silent thoughts coming from yourself.

It hadn't taken long for Toji to become an active part of your lives. And now, as the seasons changed, so too did your routine. With the advent of Toji, you were kept to a strict standard of self-care. The winter weather had always been a burden to you, only now, a warmth you hadn't ever known presented an arrival, coming into existence in the form of heated palms and gentle brushes on your cheek.

Toji would not hesitate to flick your forehead if ever he felt you were working too much. He had seen those parts of you and was determined to look after you in any way you would let him. With the growing relationship, he no longer would stand by and let you work yourself to the bone.

The new routine came comfortably, you and he simply fit into each other's lives without sharp edges or bumps. And not much changed in the dynamic you held. You had fallen into life with each other quickly and genuine was the care you had for one another.

Only now, in the evening when he finds you at your desk, pouring over something he doesn't even want to try and understand, instead of leaving you to your devices like a good employee, he leans down and kisses you. Waiting patiently for your acceptance before making sure you weren't overdoing things.

--

He kisses you often these days, as you are aware, he is not the type to hold back and he feels the urge to share breaths often. The urge to synch his heartbeat with your own when he holds you to his chest.

Toji's life had shifted so much in the past year that it could give him whiplash if he weren't so grounded in you. True to his word, he loves to look after the dog, only this time around, it wasn't because of the uncanny luck of the job, the generosity of this strange workaholic. No, it was because he had always been one to want the best for his family.

And for his you? Though he watches the dog with regularity, he refuses any money you could offer him. This was one of the real changes between the pair of you. And try as you might, Toji was stubborn in his assertions. It had come to be one of your first true arguments, but Toji was determined to push away any generosity that was not the food, amenities, or affection of yours.

He would see your frustrated expression when turning your money away. Had it been anyone else to push back against his wishes, he might have lashed out, but he knew well that he could only hold adoration for you.

Life had just as much routine to it for him as it did for you. He took up working at a shelter just by your neighborhood. He brought the dog with him often, and the socialization was good for both parties.

Plus, you always got all excited when he would send pictures of your boy playing with other dogs. More than anything, he loved to see you happy.

And as it would turn out, Toji made a very good trainer. He kept busy, on his feet and such. It felt good, to be outdoors so often. Working with the animals to help them overcome any issues that might keep them from adoption was one of his main goals now.

And beyond that, he was making his own money, that part felt good too, to retire the title of 'employee' from you. He would grin at the thought. So out of his league, and still, he had graduated to something far more intimate with you.

--

Toji had come over early one morning, intending to catch you before you left for the office. You were slipping your shoes on right as he stepped through the threshold of your side door.

He was dressed in a fitted pair of canvas pants. A thick hoodie hung just at his hips, and he swung his keys around in a loop as he leaned up against the doorframe, watching you move.

"Mornin'." Toji grins at you, the dog was bounding around him, well aware that a car ride awaited him in his near future. Panting in excitement.

"Good morning." You smile, trying to fix your makeup in a mirror on the wall, "You've certainly got him all excited." You laugh, tilting your head to the exasperated dog, his leg thumping loudly on the hardwood as Toji scratches behind his ear.

The man watches as you reach over to swing your jacket over your shoulders. He nearly bolted to you at the opportunity to be of service. Pulling your arm through the sleeve and wrapping you up comically tight. He sways you from foot to foot, his chin on your head.

You giggle, "He really likes going with you, ya know?" You look at the dog by the door patiently swaying his tail while looking between Toji and his car in the driveway.

"Oh yeah?" Toji leans down, kissing your neck. Not sensual, just sweet. He hums, wanting to stretch out the moment as long as he could. Silently promising to himself come over early from now on.

"Yeah." You pull his arms from your body and turn to wrap yourself in him instead. "You'll be here for dinner?" Your ear finds his pulse and you chuckle to yourself at the sheer speed with which it beats, and the fact that he acts all cool, you'd never have guessed.

Toji hums, head still resting on you, "I'd never miss it."

--

On one particular morning, Toji was off work, staying at your place. You had been leaving the house early that week, needing to implement a new system update for your company's software. A lot of the transfer relied on you and because of this, you were taking the brunt of the stress.

At one point in your life, coming home after a long day to another person with whom you would reliably need to interact with, would be, if nothing else, exhausting. Somehow, with Toji, that was not the case.

Coming home and seeing him there on the couch was like a breath of fresh air. You felt a fair bit giddy knowing he would be waiting for you during your commute those evenings.

You would find yourself excited, leaving for the office during such stressful days, knowing that by the end of your shift, he would be there for you.

That week, Toji had been watching you closely. He would come home from work and immediately prep some nutrient-dense meal.

One of the perks of loving a largely fit individual was that he knew how to get protein and vitamins, and he made sure to stock you full.

It was almost cute at times. Clearly, he didn't want to overwhelm you or be a bother. Still, he would stand awkwardly in the hall and murmur something about being sure to drink some water. That or just coming out and asking if you'd eaten. And if you had, he would want to know it was.

He never came across as a hyper-protective parent, simply caring. He knew you worked a lot and that you needed fuel. Sometimes being the one to care for you was more reliable. He knew you could forget at times. And that was okay, he didn't mind.

--

One of his favorite parts of the day would be when he got to tuck you in before leaving in the evenings. He didn't actually tuck you in, not in the usual sense of the word, but that's what he liked to call it.

He always predicted when you would start to offer to walk him to his car and would adamantly refuse to let you get the words out.

No, no, no, he was not going to let you out in this cold, are you crazy? You would be staying nice and warm, wrapped up in this fuzzy blanket that he kept mussing around you.

The best part about the whole thing for him was that for the first sustainable time in his life, he did not feel a pressure to be anyone but himself. He never felt compelled to change around you, to be someone else that you would like more. He could please you not by constant vigilance to create someone loveable, but rather, by being honest.

Looking back on his past, he had lived in a constant state of anxiety, a tension that was exhaustive. He wasn't a friend, a lover, or an employee. His relationships were never professional or real. He was whatever someone wanted from him at any given moment and then, after the fact a hollow shell of whatever he could salvage.

He was no longer void, he was fulfilled, his glass was half-full, he was no one but himself, and you wouldn't ask him to be anyone else.

For the first time, possibly ever, he did not have to lose himself to love or be loved.

--

One rainy afternoon, you asked him to move in with you.

It had been a recurring thought of yours, wondering how you should ask him. It came up naturally one evening. You were both lying on the couch, the dog at your feet. A blanket covered the entirety of your body. You had given up trying to share with the warm-blooded man.

Some movie was playing but neither of you was paying close attention as you flipped between different conversations.

Eventually, you just let it slip, "You know, you're here enough, and you've lived here before. Why don't you just move in?"

You weren't sure what you expected as his response, but when he grabbed your hand, kissing the back while shaking his head "no", you knew, it hadn't been that.

You tried to pull back but he wouldn't allow it, "What? Why not?" Your brows got all furrowed suddenly and he nudged a knuckle between them to smooth the disturbance there.

He smelled the lotion on your arm, finding the words, "Not yet...." He gave the back of your hand a lick and you really did jerk back this time. Wiping it off on his pant leg, laughing.

"Eww Toji-"

He slid his shoulder down on the back of the couch to lean on you, "One day... but not yet." He could see the gears turning in your head and he simply tapped your nose with a finger, "And it's not because I would feel like a leach, I just... I want to be ready?" Even he struggled to reach for the phrasing.

"I wanna pay everything off." He looked at you, "Don't even think to offer." You huffed, annoyed that he rarely let you pay for stuff anymore. "I wanna... I wanna be someone you deserve, I want to be good for you the way you've been good for me."

He had such a tender look on his face. It almost hurt to hear him say such a thing. "Toji..." You narrowed, pulling back from the weight of him to see his face "Whyever would you not be deserving? You've been nothing but...pure goodness for me." You scoff.

He rolled his eyes but that only frustrated you more. You shoved his shoulder a bit, only pushing yourself back, the damn immovable object he was.

"No." You continued on, serious, "You allowed me a more efficient schedule, you helped the dog overcome his anxiety, you... for heaven's sake Toji, you saved his life- twice!" You leaned forward now, yanking the blanket down onto your lap.

"You listen to me and you care, you help me stand up for myself and you cook for me, and you're ever so sweet" You tugged on his earlobe when he tried to look away from your gaze, "You have never been anything but good for me."

He just stared at you then, replaying your words over and over in his head. "But I won't ask you to do anything if you'd rather stay in your apartment until you're more comfortable; that's fine."

He wouldn't say it, but you knew he was at least slightly concerned about the wealth dynamic. After confessing to you that he didn't want to be paid anymore, the idea of being an employee to you was a long-gone notion.

Toji smiles down at you then, bringing the blanket back up under your chin. "Well... this place is closer to the shelter..." He shrugs, allowing himself to really consider the idea.

He loved his job, he loved how fulfilled he was, and most of all, he loved you. You had changed his life and set him on a whole new path. Opening his eyes to a new way of life that he had thought impossible for the likes of him.

If he could repay such a kindness, he would spend the rest of his life attempting to do so, with eager love more than any conviction.

And the funny part is? You felt the same way about him.

And in that dim living room, some silent movie droning on in the background, the dog at his feet, he can picture a future where you leave him notes. Something similar to how you once did, only this time, you would be asking him to pick up groceries for your shared kitchen. Something simple like that.

He wanted it badly, the domesticity. The house would look so different, though he had been staying there for over a year now, knowing it belonged to the beautiful word that is "us".

And God willing, that "us" would propagate into every second of his timeline. Every moment of his life. Every breath he took. Every pounding in his chest. Everywhere, his everything, till the moment he was dragged from this earth.

And above all, on that living room sofa, in that moment, he felt the most affection for the knowing little friend at his feet. The life that brought him to you.

For him, Toji was eternally grateful.

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Thank you for reading this story, I had the most fun writing it. I was deeply inspired to create a world where Toji could live comfortably without being forced to give of himself. In doing so, I was motivated to bring actual writing back to my blog for the first time in four? five years?

If you have dog-sitter toji thoughts, feel free to shoot them into my inbox! This chapter was intended to serve as an epilogue but who knows? I might add little one-shots in the future.

Thank you for following this journey! I had a blast! I will likely go through chapter by chapter and edit the story but for now, I hope the conclusion brings you peace!

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[animamii]

"Fushiguro, that's your girl?" One of Toji's block mates asks, eyeing one of the many pictures Toji had of you taped to the slate gray brick wall. It was a simple picture, your hair was wavy in this one, a cute dimply smile, lashes curled as you looked all natural. But god, were you still stunning. Toji looks up from the thing he was doing, sitting in the steel chair that was bolted down to the floor.

"Yup, that's my ol' lady," looking up at the picture he can't help but proudly smile. Toji's wall is covered in pictures. Of you, of Megumi. The whole family. Cute pictures you took with each other before he got locked up. It was his motivation to stay straight while being inside. To remind him of what's waiting for him when he gets out.

The block mate lets out a low whistle, nodding approvingly as he leans back against the cold wall. “Damn. She bad.” His celly's eyes roam over the pictures. Ones where you're dressed up all pretty, makeup done perfectly. Ones where you're wrapped around one of Toji's arms, looking up at him with all the adoration in the world. Even the ones that show just a little too much, which Toji keeps right next to where he lays his head.

Toji chuckles, shaking his head. “Watch it.” There’s no real threat in his voice, but there’s an edge of warning that makes the other guy hold his hands up in surrender.

“Ain’t mean no disrespect, Fushiguro,” he says, still looking at the pictures. “Just sayin’. You lucky.”

Toji doesn’t need to be told that. He already knows. It’s what gets him through the long nights, the endless hum of fluorescent lights, the hostility of the barbed wire that separates him from the outside. Knowing you're out there, waiting, is the only thing that keeps him from losing his damn mind.

He leans back against the desk he sits in front of, arms folding across his broad chest, eyes fixed on the pictures. His ol’ lady. His girl. His anchor in a life that never gave him much stability.

A slow smirk tugs at his lips. He can still hear your voice, that soft, teasing lilt whenever you’d call him by his full name just to mess with him. “Toji Fushiguro,” you’d say, dragging it out, pretending to scold him, even though your eyes always gave you away. He lived for those moments.

“Bet she writin’ you, huh?” the block mate asks. “You get letters?”

Toji nods. “Every week.” And he does. Neatly folded pages that smell like you, inked with words that remind him that he’s still human. That he’s still yours. That he still has something waiting for him beyond these walls. But god, does he miss you.

“Damn,” the block mate mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. “Every week? That’s real love right there.”

Toji just smirks again, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper, edges worn from being opened and closed too many times. He doesn’t even need to read it again—he’s already memorized every damn word—but still, he unfolds it, running a calloused thumb over the handwriting. Your handwriting.

Hey, baby. I know you hate when I get all mushy, but I don’t care. I miss you. I miss you so much it drives me crazy sometimes. But I’ll wait. However long it takes, I’ll wait. You better be eating, staying out of trouble, and keeping that smart-ass mouth in check. (Okay, maybe not too much. You know I love that about you.)

Toji chuckles to himself, shaking his head. Yeah, you knew him too damn well.

Megumi misses you too, even if he acts all tough about it. You should’ve seen his face when I told him your letter came. He’s just like you, y’know? Won’t say how he really feels, but it’s all there in his eyes.

Toji swallows hard, jaw clenching. Megumi. His kid. Another reason for pushing through this hellhole. He pictures him—too serious for his own good, but with those same sharp blue eyes. His boy.

“Yo, Fushiguro,” another voice calls out, snapping him from his thoughts. One of the guards. “Mail just came in.”

Toji is already up before the guy even finishes his sentence, heart pounding just a little faster. The guard hands the baby pink envelope with a lazy flick of the wrist, and Toji snatches it up quick, already recognizing the familiar scrawl of his name across the front.

His block mate lets out a laugh. “Man, look at you. Actin’ like a kid on Christmas.” Toji was always stoic, kept to himself and never showed much emotion. But hey, you always brought it out of him and he wasn't gonna front or hold a facade when it came to how he felt about you.

Toji doesn’t respond. He just sits back down, thumbs sliding under the flap of the envelope, tearing it open like it’s the only thing keeping him breathing in this godforsaken place. The first thing that falls out is a polaroid. His breath catches. It’s you.

You're sitting by a window, sunlight spilling over your skin, that soft, gentle smile on your lips. His girl. His sweetheart. Looking at him like she sees something in him that even he has trouble believing in sometimes. And just like that, the walls of the prison don’t feel so damn suffocating. He’s got something to hold onto.

Toji runs a thumb over the polaroid, like he could somehow feel you through it. The picture is warm, soft, a stark contrast to the cold steel and concrete around him. He exhales through his nose, staring at it for a long moment before finally unfolding the letter.

Your words hit him like they always do—gentle, teasing, but full of something deeper. Something that reminds him why he’s still holding on.

Hey, baby. I hope you’re not making the guards’ lives too hard. (Who am I kidding? I know you are.) It’s been getting colder here. I keep stealing your hoodie, the one you always say is yours but smells like me now. Tough luck, Fushiguro, it’s mine until you come back and take it from me.

Toji smirks, shaking his head. She’s gonna pay for that one.

Megumi’s been doing good in school, but I had to threaten to ground him just to get him to eat something other than instant ramen. He’s stubborn, just like his old man.

His smirk fades a little. He can picture it—Megumi sitting at the dinner table, arms crossed, trying to act like he doesn’t care. Just like Toji used to. The guilt settles in his chest, heavy and unshakable. He just wishes he could be there. For the both of you.

We miss you. I miss you.

He stops, lingering on that line. Simple, but enough to send a slow ache through his ribs.

I don’t care how long it takes. You come back to me, Toji. We’re waiting.

Toji exhales sharply, pressing the paper between his fingers, his grip a little too tight.

“Damn,” his block mate mutters, watching him. “She really ridin’ for you, huh?”

Toji just nods. He doesn’t need to say anything. He folds the letter carefully, tucking it away with the others. Getting up, he sticks some tape of the back of the polaroid, putting it up next to the rest of the pictures. Then he leans back in his chair, looking up at the mosaic of pictures you send him.

Yeah. She’s waiting. And he sure as hell isn’t gonna let her down.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

sometimes when toji fucks you, it's just so overwhelming that you go quiet. no loud moans or whines – the only sounds that manage to slip from your bitten lips are shaky gasps and a few mewls here and there. it's just too fucking good.

he doesn't pressure you to make more noise either – he knows you feel good without having to tell him so. he can see it and he can feel it; he reads your body like a book, he caresses your sides and kisses your neck – he knows your language better than anything else in the world.

your heels dig into his back as you pull him closer, deeper, while your hands press against his hot skin. you're pulling and pushing him at the same time, it isn't enough and it's too fucking much at the same time. your eyes cross and you can't think about anything else other than him; he's so fucking heavy on top of you and it almost feels like he's going to suffocate you. you want him to.

his lips are glued to your jaw and his hot breath fans your already hot skin; your eyes roll back inside your own head as your back arches off the bed and into his hold. toji uses the moment to slip his hand under you to keep you flush against him and it's all so fucking much. your breath gets stuck in your throat when he rolls his hips with precision, successfully hitting your sensitive spot over and over again.

"breathe, baby, breathe."

his voice has never been softer, more caring, than it is now. he whispers the words into your skin, he carves them right into your pulse point before pressing a kiss in the exact same place. it's intimate, you feel his love. he waits for you to do it; he slows his hips just a tad and waits. rough fingers find your warm cheek as he tilts your face to his, your noses brush and lips touch - he's everywhere.

you take in a shaky breath and he kisses away the tears of pleasure that trickle from the corner of your eyes as a reward. toji grinds his hips into yours without ever pulling out even an inch and he smiles to himself when you let out a quiet broken mewl. it's a silent cry, a tell-tale sign that he's about to get to watch you unravel in his very arms.

he doesn't stop pressing messy kisses all over your face as he rolls his hips against yours; as you cry out in his hold, as you tremble and twitch, as you whisper his name like it's your own personal mantra. you try to crane your neck to escape his overbearing presence but he doesn't let you – he moves his head with you, his eyes glued to your blissed out face, your furrowed brows and your parted lips, as he pumps you full of his seed. you're all he needs. your pleasure is all he needs.

[nanamisbbygirl]

okay you guys know me… i always get a little soft and horny before bed heheh

never tell toji you’re having a hard time falling asleep. because if you do, he’ll make it his mission to make sure his cock puts you to bed.

he’ll lay next to you, spooning you, pushing your panties to the side. his large hands will wander up and down your frame as he eases into you. he’ll watch how you’re too tired to move, or to even moan. instead, you push your face into the pillow, mouth fallen open, whispering his name like a prayer.

it doesn’t take long until you start falling apart, your cunt twitching around him, taking in all of his length, embracing his head against the edge of your cervix.

you can feel his breath against your ear as his own orgasm trails behind yours. his thrusts become more intent as he lets out a guttural moan at the same moment his white ropes paint your insides.

he doesn’t stop grinding his hips against you until you’ve milked his cock dry and at that point, you can feel how heavy your eyelids are, starting to drift asleep.

before any of his cum can escape you, he places your panties back in their original spot, patting your clothes cunt as if to say good girl. he knows he should clean you up, but you’ve just managed to get some proper shut eye. it would be too cruel to wake you up with a damp towel.

pressing a kiss against your temple, he whispers: “sweet dreams, doll.”

[princessmyth]

— TOXIC EX TOJI FUSHIGURO

headcanons 𐙚⋆°.

cw: smashing and throwing during arguments, toxic rls, established rls, hate/make up sex, oral (r!receiving), daddy kink, lingerie, jealous toji, size kink, self indulgent + not proofread, saw an edit and wanted to jot it down

ᡣ𐭩 Toji and you are constantly on and off. It’s no surprise. He’s a deadbeat father with a gambling addiction and loves playing games with your head. He never swore you loyalty, but he expected it back. It was a rocky road and one you craved yet forced to deal with the side effects.

ᡣ𐭩 There was never a concrete pattern of who came back first after a break up. If Toji broke up with you, he’d usually be the first calling your phone for phone sex. And if you broke up with him, you’d be the first at his house crying for comfort. It was a cycle.

ᡣ𐭩 You always felt bad for Megumi since he was stuck in the middle of it all. He did love you, or at least cared for you. You were like a mother figure to him and he resented Toji whenever you were upset. He could hear your cries and arguments, he could hear stuff smashing and breaking.

ᡣ𐭩 You and Toji always argue about his job. He was constantly in danger and the perfect time to bring it up was after one of his missions. It just happened to be his exhaustion was at an all time high and you kept pushing his buttons. Toji would smash holes in walls, shout, and ultimately scare you into sobbing in a corner.

ᡣ𐭩 When he’s forced to confront his actions, Toji scoffs and wraps his big arms around you. “Don’t fuckin’ cry.” He spoke, a whisper with his lips flush against your ear. “Be a big girl, m’sorry.” Your nails dug into his bicep, crying till it went dry.

ᡣ𐭩 Toji loves hate sex. Make up sex. Whatever you want to call it. When you’re so pissed at him, just fighting the urge to slap him, his head dips low onto your cunt and devours you. He laps at your clit, fingers your needy entrance and curls his digits into your sweet spot. It has you a babbling mess just thanking him deliberately. “Thank you thank you, Toji, close—“

ᡣ𐭩 Toji gets ready for work far earlier than you wake up. He’s shuffling around the room while you lay under the covers nude. He can’t help but admire your form, your figure along with the docile expression painted on your features. Right before he leaves, he places a kiss on your forehead and tucks you in. “See ya’ babygirl.”

ᡣ𐭩 Toji who loves getting your calls at work, telling him how much you miss him. “It’s so lonely here,” You’d practically whimper into the speakerphone. “Even Meg’ misses you.” You’d huff and Toji could sense the deceit through your tone. “He definitely doesn’t, sweetheart I’ll be home soon, entertain yourself.” A little sigh would leave your lips before sending him that virtual kissy sound he cherishes.

ᡣ𐭩 Toxic Toji is a jealous man and he won’t be afraid to pick an argument over it. His yelling would resume after the long month of peace between you two. “What the fuck is wrong with you? That motherfucker was all over you!” You’d wince but still have the willpower to defend yourself. He was just a friend!

ᡣ𐭩 That same day, Toji will go to work angry and forget all about the handmade lunch you made for him. It upsets you so much you even cry. You know making it up to him was your best chance at getting his affection back! So before he got home, your pink lingerie draped over your frame and you waited in bed for your boyfriend.

ᡣ𐭩 “Why don’ you love me?” Your voice was sweet, above a seductive tone that had him already unbuckling his pants. “You’re an angel, doll.” He’d groan, throwing his trousers into some random corner. His hands were immediately creating bruises on your thigh. “Daddy, you were treating me like less than an angel this morning.” His breath would quicken at your chosen nickname. “I was upset. Sorry sweetheart.” His nose inhaled your scent, the enchanting smell.

ᡣ𐭩 His cock stretched you so good, it was so big compared to your hole. Yet your pussy was still sopping, gaping and clenching around his cock. “Good cunt, taking everything.” He’d heave out. “Ughnnn— yesyesyes,”

ᡣ𐭩 Toji watches you pack your shit when your having another tantrum. Like a kid that threatens to run away from home. Instead of telling you no, he simply wraps his arms around you and lick every inch of your neck. “Stupid, you’re not leaving, you don’t even want to.”

ᡣ𐭩 It’s become such a pattern, you purposefully misbehave to get him in your panties. “If you wanted your brains fucked out, coulda’ said that doll.”

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