#cr: toji

[one-winged-dreams]

JJK INSERT FOR TOJI CONCEPT

He inherited his family's cursed technique, which his mother was NOT happy with. After a life of living hell, a friend of his family hooked him up with Shiu (professionally) so he stole his family's cursed tool and fucked off to Japan.

His technique is Absolute Embrace, which allows him to become a moving corpse for 10 minutes (15 if he's willing to be incapacitated for a day afterward), immune to anything that relies on the target being alive, with no pain, emotional, or survival response. Using it so many times has given him permanent nerve damage and cognitive deficit (because every insert has my problems), but fuck it we ball. It's useful in conjuction with his cursed tool's activated form, because it can hurt him as well and no pain is a blessing.

He's a devout follower of Santisima and has really bad sugar cravings all the time.

He and Shiu are QPPs, and obviously he and Toji are a thing.

Depressed goth with disorders. He's literally so tired, let him sleep for 26 hours.

[inserts pronouns are he/him]

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @kylilah @dorothys-wife @the-sleeping-city

@goldenworldsabound @dear-gambler @mahitosoulmate @sunstar-of-the-north @little-miss-selfships

@faerie-circle-ships @heatobrienswife @tireddovahkiin

[one-winged-dirty-dreams]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fushiguro Toji/Original Character(s) Characters: Fushiguro Toji, Original Characters, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Emetophilia, Vomiting, Smut, Trans Male Character Summary:

I can not BELIEVE no one has done anything about Toji's selective gag reflex. If I can have a vomit fetish then so can my OCs. In which Toji finds a kink he can oblige. And oblige he does.

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I DID IT! I WROTE THE EMETO FIC! Putting it in his tag because Toji emeto is a commodity. 

[reverims]

𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿!𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶 ; inspired by this fanart.

doctor!toji, who is a doctor at the emergency center of the Zenin family hospital, and although he despises his family, he still works at their hospital.

doctor!toji, who has a very hectic schedule because he works at the emergency center, but always makes time to go to the gym (one of the ways he de-stresses from work).

doctor!toji, who, despite his serious and intimidating appearance, has a very calm personality and is well liked and respected by his colleagues. he is very attentive and dedicated to his work, one of the best doctors in the hospital.

doctor!toji, who drinks at least two cups of black coffee, pure, with no added sugar or sweetener, to stay alert and awake during his shifts.

doctor!toji, who decided to become a doctor to help people, even after all the abuse and mistreatment he suffered at the hands of his own family.

doctor!toji, who first noticed you when he saw you jumping on the stretcher of a newly arrived patient and performing cpr on the person while the stretcher was being taken to a room for emergency surgery.

doctor!toji, who started noticing you everywhere after that night, watching you from afar, afraid to approach.

doctor!toji, who only got closer to you (bit by bit) when one of the inmates, gojo satoru, started teasing him every time he was caught looking in your direction.

doctor!toji, who approached you with a lot of trepidation, afraid that you wouldn't like him. then he would just make a short comment to you, and that as the days went by (as he gained more confidence) he would start talking to you more.

doctor!toji, who loves spending time with you, whether it's walking around the hospital on your rare free moments, in the break room, at mealtimes, or even in different places when your days off coincide.

doctor!toji, who convinced you to go to the same gym as him and now you train together.

doctor!toji, who always buys your favourite drink when he goes to the hospital cafeteria for his coffee.

doctor!toji, who loves to watch you, especially when you're studying, he likes to see you concentrate. and from time to time he'll just watch you or help you study or study with you (it depends on his mood).

doctor!toji, who hates to see you depressed after losing a patient. even though he and you as doctors know that it's not possible to save everyone, losing a patient is still upsetting. toji always hugs you when it happens.

doctor!toji, who will always take you home on his motorbike, even if you live in the opposite direction from his flat.

doctor!toji, who likes you romantically but lives in denial because he's afraid you don't feel the same way.

© reverims, 2023. all rights reserved, please do not copy / steal / translate / modify any of my works !

[ariiadnes]

╭ ⿻ ･ IN BELONGING

when i imagine myself / i am always leaving I COULDN’T DRAW MY OWN FACE IF GOD ASKED.

ଓ.° ・ toji fushiguro. jujutsu kaisen. angst / comfort. quote cr : andrés cerpa. revised / rewritten / reposted. tagging @pixelcafe-network.

𝐈. droplets run rampant down a bathroom mirror. the high of the chase, the wanting, the collision, then : THE END. no separation in existence, only one in being. one. alone. a mess of everything it has been created with, no everlasting chance of individualism or identity of self.

HOW TERRIBLY, TERRIBLY TRAGIC.

𝐈𝐈. there is a fog that fills the bathroom, heavy. you sigh, run your hand over the mirror, wipe away the condensation, and in your reflection lies you and him, sun and moon. the wanted / unwanted. the loved / unloved ( but if it's by the right person, what does it matter? but in which sense? in being loved or unloved? )

toji looks at himself, unwavering. a blank expression, difficult to read-- but maybe you see something else : a flicker, a spark. is it mourning? disdain? you want to ask him, but another question falls from your lips unexpectedly, and you don't think you ever meant to say it.

"who are you?" you ask. your expression is vacant, too, and the pity and gentleness he knows never comes. not this time.

he thinks to speak, dismiss you with a mere shrug, an i don't know, but the world distorts, the mirror fogs, the droplets running and running yet never clearing the haze.

the world turns black, and toji fushiguro wakes up.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. THERE IS A VIOLENCE CLAWING AT HIS CHEST & an ache that screams with such fury that it echoes in the confines of the rotting heart ( WHO DESTROYED IT? did you do that to yourself? DID THEY CARVE OUT YOUR EVERYTHING AND SET IT AFLAME? )

he wakes to a horrid red that morphs into pitch black. he cannot breathe, lungs burning and sweat running down his temple. something is wrong, something is wrong, and his composure crumbles and out comes an unseen vulnerability. the roots of his past are growing, festering, and he can no longer suppress them.

"toji--" your voice remains a lighthouse in the mist, and you wait until he sees you, until the panic dies down just enough for recognition to sink in before your hand gently rests on his chest. you say his name over and over again, tell him that it's sunday and it's four in the morning and it's okay, that he's here in the bedroom you share and that it's alright, it's alright. the words spill out so quickly that you don't think he can comprehend everything you're saying, but your voice is enough-- always has been, and the distress in his eyes slowly abates, though the terror remains ever so present.

( but it has always been there, hasn't it? always hidden away, pushed aside in feigned absence. )

what did you dream of, you want to ask, what can i do to slow the beating of your heart? but there is a weakness in your arms and a fear so strong that it crushes you until you can no longer think. so you sit in silence now, in the darkness, your hand on his heart, your voice on his mind.

( i see you, you tell him, whispering the words like a prayer, a sacred mantra. i see you. i know you. it's okay. you see each other, and until the sun rises, you grieve separately, and you grieve together. )

𝐈𝐕. desire leaves a rift in his existence. he craves for too much and too little, searches for stability wherever and however he can find it. but it's never enough, and so he moves on, moves forward and backward, but god entraps him in a vicious circle in which he cannot remain stagnant.

he thinks he knows himself-- uncaring, selfish, birthed from contempt and animosity. that is who he is. that is all he knows, and so he creates an identity from it and deems it as his, because if there is anything left that he can reclaim, it is his past and sins reborn.

he never has that nightmare again, but it follows him. it lives in the shadows, appears in the corner of his eye-- a flash, then gone, but ingrained forever in the strings of the heart. toji tells you of it one day, almost laughs at that familiar look of pity ( but it's sympathy, the world will tell him, it's love. but you think you know nothing of the feeling, so you deem it to be what it is not. )

it's sunday again. the clock reads three in the morning and you're pulling the sheets over his exhausted, sleeping form. you scoot closer, cautious to not disrupt his slumber, and you cannot help but smile at this temporary peace. you pray that he does not relive any of those memories again.

"you'll find it eventually." you whisper, lips pressing against his temple. "you'll find yourself, toji."

you wish him a goodnight, and when you fall into the dreamscape, he opens his eyes, takes in the sight of a cherished lover in this place he can call home, and silently hopes the same.

[koishiro]

𝐵𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.ᐟ‪‪‬ 𝜗𝜚₊˚✩⊹

• 001 — ,, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶,, megumi fushiguro

“apparently I still suck at this gift giving thing”

• 002 — ,, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 ��𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨,, kento nanami

“oh my god it’s like watching your parents making out - oh wait no - that’s exactly what this is”

• 003 — ,, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬,, yuji itadori

“you can’t tell but I’m winking at you”

• 004 —

• 005 —

© KOISHIRO 2023 do not repost/edit/copy/translate my works.

[waloeders]

i am having fuck ass highs n lows here but we had to stay inside the hotel this evenin so i forced my brother to watch hidden inventory arc and rarrgrgrrhgrh tojiii!!!!

[aajjks]

Pu$$y Drunk (m)

synopsis. an insatiable pussy hungry Toji Fushiguro.

warnings: 18+ thèmès, èxplïcït cöntènt, smüt, püssy hüngry tójí, bèggïng (yùmmy), ôrál sèx (fèm rècíèvíng), fèràl tójí, nèèdy tôjí, prófáníty, tôngúè fückíng. MDNI

note. Toji makes my brain rot so here we go. if this is shitty to you. I am so sorry but if you like it, oh my God, yay. Oh my God guys enjoy and please follow me hehe, like this and re-blog this because I know some of you need this *wink*

header not mine, cr to owner, I found it on Pinterest!

“The fuck yn.. please don’t make me fuckin beg, baby.”

He doesn’t really like to beg because he’s always getting used to what he wants, especially from you. He doesn’t mean it in a good way, but you are quite easy.

But he doesn’t blame you because he is irresistible, and really fucking charming and sexy. And he knows that.

“Fuck.. please please I need this..” he says, looking into your eyes as he is parting your legs further apart.

you know that your resistance? it’s useless but it’s just fun to see him like this.

You really like it when he’s desperate like this. He needs to know that you control him. It’s fun to be in control of someone like him.

“eh I’m not interested OK.”

You reply, dryly. Suddenly your nails looks so interesting to you as you stare at your nails, avoiding his eyes because you know that his eyes get you weak.

His eyes are so… sexy.

Everything about him is sexy. “Nooo you don’t understand. I really need this.”

Toji doesn’t stop trying to pry your legs apart, you are no match to him when it comes to strength. But he knows what you want and he’s willing to give it to you.

As long as he gets to eat your pussy.

“Look at me yn! fuck— fuck, look at me baby.” He says, his voice deep and soft. “Please fuckin let me eat your pussy?” He says in a soft tone.

He can be soft if you want.

“Fuck… you know how much I love this pretty pussy of yours, the only thing that gets me goin’ you know it!”

Your heart flutters.

He groans, a smirk takes over his features as he manages to put some distance between your legs.

Oh, he loves your pink panties.

“So fuckin pretty.” He kisses your inner thigh, his skilled fingers grabbing the hem of your panties as he drags it downwards.

“Mhmm smells so good..” Toji sniffs, your resolve has already weakened and now you’re fucking horny

His words are doing things to you, you want to rub your legs together but you can’t. “A-Agh stop talking!” You finally manage to get it out.

But he only continues to kiss your inner thigh, and he slips one of his fingers gently inside your awaiting cunt.

You gasp, he sighs.

“Ohhh so tight already, goodness you’re already wet yn..” he speaks in such a low tone, you can barely hear him, it’s almost like he’s talking to himself… but you’re now to engrossed into the feeling of his finger inside you.

“a-ah..” you let out a sound, so pretty that he adds another one, stretching you out, it feels so fucking good.

“Oh baby.. fuck.” He starts to piston them in and out, you’re soaking, groaning as he teases you.

“Oh fucking stop it and fuck me with your tongue please!” You finally say it, Toji has you exactly where he wants.

He’s won, like always.

Even if it took a little bit of begging.

“Ahh okay okay.. fuck I love you.” He laughs, a breathy chuckle leaves his mouth and soon it’s on your pussy, attacking it with a vigorous passion.

The hunger is so intense as you feel his tongue deep and directly into your pussy, Toji licks, spits and licks again.

He’s just started but he’s so messy, too desperate to care. Your pussy drives him crazy.

His tongue feels so hot, avd wet as he explores your right walls with it, you’re fucking dripping as he eats you out furiously.

“nghhh mhmm ahhgnmmm!!~”

The noises, oh the noises, he’s so vocal, shamelessly so, your moans are uncontrollably loud too. You’re both such a mess.

Your legs begin to shake so you grip on his shoulders, his grip on your hips steadies you, you sigh in relief.

“oh fuck ohh..” you cuss, feeling your own orgasm building up. You instinctively push his head deeper, his mouth is so sloppy yet so skilled.

“ngh- Ahh baby don’t stop mhm..” you breathe out.

“Oh I— ngmmm— won’t.. just cum f’me.” He continues to eat you out, sucking your soul through your pussy so eagerly.

Only Toji can do that.

“A-Aghhh yess I’m- o-oh- I’m gonna cum.” You reply in a cry, your moans keep on rolling out of your agape mouth and his pace fastens, his tongue working extra hard.

And you cum all over his mouth, inside his mouth.

a loud moan of pleasure leaves him as he starts to lap at it.

“nghh such a good fuckin girl- mhm..”

You’re so exhausted, your visions blurry as you recover, try to recover from your orgasm, but when you think he’ll let go, suddenly his grip tightens even more.

“n-not *breathes* enough. Need more… cum for me *breathes* again…”

[hellishattempt]

𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 - false positive

cr 101strk on twitter, src from pin

🢥 summary : celebrity!au jjk men and rumours swirling around your established relationship, wc 2.4k 🢥 series includes : choso, fushiguro toji, geto suguru, gojo satoru and nanami kento, part two of five 🢥 content : celebrity!au, female reader, mostly angst, some fluff, married, body dysphoria, pregnancy, photoshopping / body editing, miscarriage, sickness, blood, fake newspaper used, paps being an ass, lying, use of pet names, suggestive content if you squint so hard your eyes are almost closed, i hate winter so this is set in like summer, jasper simping for nanami the entire time, the ending is what it is, not proofread we die like robins /ref

. . . BEING MARRIED TO AN AUTHOR has its perks, especially when you're a reader yourself. you always got to read the first drafts, and the second, and the final drafts before anyone else, including your husband's editors. nanami claimed that if it wasn't good enough for his wife, then it wasn't good enough to be published. you always thought that was a bit extreme, but you loved his writings either way. however, sometimes it was hard to find the time to read the latest chapter he sent you, because your job drained you. you were an influencer, and had currently signed a promotional deal with koh gen do, a popular japanese makeup brand. recently, you were barely home, busy with photoshoots and videos for koh gen do, on top of the content you had to make yourself.

neither of you really liked the limelight, nanami especially. you were young and naive when you joined social media, rising quickly to popularity. it was something you enjoyed, and you still do enjoy it, but it felt more like a tiring obligation than an aspiring career. you blame the paparazzi, nanami blames societal expectations, although he's not the paparazzi's biggest fan either. throughout your dating, and going on six year marriage, you and nanami have had your fair share of scandals. this one had to take the cake, however.

you were out, doing one of the last rounds of photoshoots for your endorsement deal. nanami was home, trying to churn out the latest chapter on his to-do list. he wasn't very successful. the mostly blank document had two words on it: CHAPTER THIRTY in the fancy font you had selected to be chapter headers. any attempt to write after that failed. every paragraph had been written, rewritten and deleted. so the buzz of his phone was a welcomed distraction.

it was an article post from red sun times, a relatively newer newspaper company in japan. nanami preferred them because they were quieter, at least compared to japan newsline or tokyoto sistership news. but the article title cause a deep frown to wrinkle nanami's sculpted face.

. . . "IS NANAMI KENTO'S WIFE PREGNANT?" was in big bold print on your phone screen. you didn't see it right away, but your makeup artist did. she got your hairstylist's attention, who read it just before your phone shut off. they both began to pepper you with compliments.

"congratulations, nanami okaa-san!" aki, your makeup artist beamed. your eyes widened at the term. 'okaa-san' literally translated to 'mother' of which, you were not. she should've used 'oka-san', which meant wife literally, and ma'am respectfully. "you look so skinny, i couldn't even tell!"

"yes, congratulations! how did nanami-san respond?" your hairstylist added, smile wide on his face. "better yet, how did your families react? oh, i bet they were overjoyed."

you sat there confused, racking your brain over what the two were referring to. "wh-what? what are you talking about?"

they stared at you with blank faces, their excitement slowly fading into a confused expression that matched yours.

"y-your pregnancy," aki stuttered out, as though it was obvious.

"pregnancy? i'm... i'm not pregnant," you stated, getting out of your chair. "who told you i was pregnant?"

"we just saw the news flash on your phone," your hairstylist defended, gesturing to your phone. "there was an article from red sun times and the title read: is nanami kento's wife pregnant?"

"i'm not pregnant," you repeated, growing in frustration. the fucking nerve. "do i look pregnant?" you snapped, causing the pair to furiously shake their heads and protest the article. you scoffed, grabbing your phone and your bag, storming out of the dressing room. the directory of photography called after you as you exited the studio, but you paid no attention to him.

safe inside your car, you opened the article. you also had a slew of texts and missed calls from your husband, but you didn't have the patience for him right now. the article was crudely written, at best. red sun times had been losing subscribers and readers lately, and this seemed like a last ditch effort to get their subscriptions up again. it didn't make sense to you, however. neither you nor nanami were a-lister names in the celebrity world. nanami didn't even consider himself a celebrity. sure, you both had a hefty fan base, but it was nothing compared to some of the other celebrities of japan, like the model gojo satoru or the mma fighter fushiguro toji.

it didn't matter, anyways. it wasn't the words of the article that hurt. it was the pictures. all them were of you with nanami on your latest outing. your anniversary was coming up, and nanami always got really sweet around that time, taking you out on dates on the days leading up to your anniversary. your anniversary was in three days, and a couple of days ago, nanami had taken you to a strawberry farm where you each filled a bucket's worth of strawberries, that were then all eaten on the picnic following the farm. the picnic spot was the riverside where he had proposed about seven years ago. you had an amazing time, and fell a little bit more in love with your caring husband. his sensible attention to detail, his doting words, his thoughtful actions, all of it made the date, and your relationship, perfect. now this article and its malicious pictures tainted that saccharine memory.

. . . THE IMAGES HAD CLEARLY BEEN EDITED. that's what your logical brain was trying to scream at you, but your emotions weren't listening. a small bump had been added to your stomach in each photo, your hips had been wider, and in a couple, your breasts had even been adjusted, as though they were full with milk. you felt sick. it was so hard to tell the difference between what was edited and what wasn't. did you really look like that? did red sun times even have to adjust these photos? "you look so skinny, i couldn't even tell!" the words of your makeup artist bounced around your pounding head. if you were so skinny, why did she still assume you were pregnant?

you had tried so hard that day to look pretty for your husband, wearing his favorite yellow sundress of yours, with the sweetheart neckline and puffy sleeves. nanami always said he preferred your natural look, but you had still glossed your lips, tinted your cheeks a faint pink and dusted your nose with highlighter. you had tied your hair up with a soft yellow ribbon, curling the loose strands. you had checked your reflection at least fifteen times before deeming yourself fit for the day. you had looked good in the mirror, so why didn't you look like that in these photos?

tears threatened at your eyes, but you swallowed them with the lump in your throat. you were almost home now, and you were sure that nanami had seen the article. he loved the red sun times because they didn't do stupid stuff like this. guess they just lost another reader.

"darling?" nanami's voice rang out as you entered your home. he walked into your vision, looking worried. you hadn't answered your phone at all, hadn't even read any of his texts. "oh, koibito..." his voice softened as you raised your head to meet his gaze.

you look so despondent with your watery eyes, and sullen posture. you hadn't even removed your shoes before he had scooped you into his arms and you were sobbing into his shoulder. you don't know how long you stood there in the foyer of your home, everything silent except for your choked breathing. there was a dark blemish on his wool sweater now, but nanami waved it off when you tried to apologize.

he guided you to the living room, helping you sit on the grey sofa that you had bought together six years ago. nanami worked wordlessly as he removed your shoes and coat; he took your phone and bag, placing them on the stand by the front door. a high pitched whistle echoed from the kitchen, and moments later he returned with a cup of steaming sencha, your favorite kind of tea. you felt so pathetic, sitting there sniffling while your husband tended to you.

when he returned for the final time, nanami had changed into a black t-shirt, and sat on the leather ottoman opposite from you. his elbows rested on his knees as nanami watched you sip the tea he had made you. he didn't speak, but only because he couldn't find the right words.

nanami prided himself on his syntax and vocabulary. he was the type of person who always said the right thing at the right time, it's why being an author was the only career option he cared for. but here, you sat in a stifled silence. he knew he should say something, but what? what were you were supposed to say in a situation like this? you were clearly distressed, and it was nanami's role as your husband to offer you words of encouragement, but his tongue was dry.

if nanami was honest, he almost wanted there to be some truth to the article. you hadn't exactly been trying for kids, but you hadn't not been trying. kids was something you both knew you wanted, but you hadn't discussed it in further detail. reading further into the article and viewing the photos made it clear that it wasn't true, at all. nanami knew almost immediately that when you saw this, you were going to breakdown, and he would be there to pick you up. so he ordered your favorite ramen, made your favorite tea and held you in his arms until you had calmed down.

nanami knew that you would believe the edits, that you would see yourself like that. despite how much he praised your body, you hated it, and he hated that. anytime you made some side comment about your stomach or thighs, it almost started a fight. he loathed the way you saw yourself, and nothing he argued stuck with you.

in the last few months, however, nanami was starting to see some progress. you stared less in the mirror with your meticulous eyes, pinching flaps of your skin between your fingers. you began to buy less healthier foods, and stopped mentioning the stupid diet you had placed yourself on. you wore clothes that you specifically avoided unless you had nothing else to wear, because of the way they displayed your figure. he knew that this article had erased all of that progress.

"i'm sorry, nani" you croaked, curling your knees into your chest.

"shh, no, koibito," nanami disregarded your apology. "you don't ever have to apologize about your emotions, especially not to me." he moved from the ottoman to take the spot next to you, pulling your small frame into his. one hand held yours while the other stroked your hair amorously. "the article was cruel, and any person with a heart would be reacting the same as you. don't worry, i've already called their editor and he said he doesn't know why the piece was published when it wasn't supposed to. it's being removed as we speak."

your heart welled at his words. he was so patient and understanding. moments like these made you love nanami more. and it gave you the confidence to tell him the truth.

"kento," you began, pulling away from him slowly. you used his given name over your nickname, nani, for him. you only used it during fights or confessions. he immediately perked up. "i..." you sighed. words were always nanami's thing, not yours. "i'm not upset about the photos."

"oh?"

"okay, well, i am, but for a different reason than you think."

"and what reason is that, koibito?" his tone was emotionless, as if he hadn't decided how to respond yet.

"i know you think it's because i'm always stressing about my body and the way it looks, and you're worried because i haven't been fretting over how i look as much, right? well, that's because i was pregnant, and i decided i couldn't care about that when i had bigger concerns, like the tiny life in my stomach." it became harder to speak, your sentences broken by tears and sobs.

"...was?" nanami's voice cracked, and his misty eyes matched yours.

you nodded, "was. i... i had a miscarriage."

"w-when?"

"about a week ago. i was about a month and a half along."

"you mean that time you canceled girl's night because you were sick? you told me that it was just your period, and you sent me out to get you stuff from the store." nanami's brows furrowed.

"yeah, that's.. that's right." you took a breath to steady yourself. "there was just blood everywhere, and i was a wreck and i didn't have the courage to tell you. i know how badly you want kids of our own, and i just didn't want to hurt you."

"hurt me? baby, you were the one hurting, and i just played it off like it was normal. i feel terrible."

"you couldn't have known," you reassured him. "but that article, and those photos, it just tore me apart all over again. that's how i should look, that's how i want to look, but i lost that part of me, that part of us."

nanami didn't respond at first, just reached back out for you. you both sat there, quiet sniffles and crying the only sound in your home. he continued to comfort you, even though you felt like you should be offering him comfort. after all, nanami is learning that you were pregnant and now no longer pregnant all at once.

"koibito," he murmured after a while. "i want you to know that i love you no matter what. i don't care how you look or how you don't look. you're my wife, and i didn't marry you because of your body and figure. i married you because i fell in love with your laugh, your smile, your unpredictable personality, and all the other beautiful things about you. i'm always going to support you and love you. and if you want to be pregnant, then i'm happy to oblige."

you laughed despite your sadness, swatting at him playfully, which elicited a "what? i'm serious!" from nanami.

"shut up," you muttered, still chuckling. he smiled, happy to see that you were laughing along with him. nanami pressed a kiss to your temple, humming an "i love you" against your skin.

you snuggled deeper into him, craning your neck to meet his eyes. "i wanna be a mom, nani."

he wrapped both arms around you, meeting your gaze. "then a mom you shall be, my koibito."

[mgmm-shifts]

SHIFTER INTRO

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HELLO

I'm new to shiftblr, so I wanna introduce myself :)

PSA: If you stalk my account and see my past reposts and likes, no you didn't lol. This account is hello old and I'm trying to cleanse it. I had an intense sports phase when I was 14-16, dw bout it...

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About me:

☆General: I'm Melanie, but you could just call me Mel. 23 y/o, Leo, She/Her. I moved from shift tok to here! I want to find fellow shifters and continue my journey! I don't really have shifting friends so I figured here was a good place to find some mutuals :) ☆Shifting journey: The first time I shifted was in 2022 (or 2023, it was winter i don't remember which month) and it was by accident. I had no idea what shifting was oop. Since then I've, although I hate this term, "mini shifted" a few times since, but my mentally has definitely gotten better! I have been lucid dreaming since I was a kid, so when it happened I knew immediately it was different and I was so confused lol.

☆Main Dr: Attack on Titan (My script is pretty diff than canonverse, practically no titans left, no war, peacetime, much more modern times etc. I will explain script in a later post if ppl are interested) I had other DRs like JJK but lost interest in that (in the show in general tbh) and DBZ (the one I shifted for the first time ever to). Don't ask but it existed lol. Still love the show though, it was my first anime 🕺🏻. Tbh I'm just focused on my main one, I may make one with L Lawliet in some way eventually. Otherwise I haven't really been inspired to have anything different. ☆Hobbies: I love to draw! I haven't really began my dive into digital art (it's on my to do list) so I mainly stick to sketching and occasionally painting. I'm also trying to learn Japanese right now which is quite hard but I love it. I could already speak Italian and English and they're soooo different. Aside from that idk, I'm currently in school so I don't have time for much. I write some fanfics from time to time and read (manga/books) or play xbox occasionally. I also love to shop and collect anime shit lol. ☆Fav shows: -Grey's Anatomy -AOT -DBZ -Death note -Chainsaw Man -Nana -Gossip Girl -Spy x Family (I'm currently watching but still at the beginning, so spoilers pls) -Demon Slayer -The Vampire Diaries (a good fall classic) -Friends -Alice in Borderlands (where tf is s3 oml) -JJK (I've watched, used to be obsessed with, now I'm pretty disinterested but always love me some Toji lol) -Jersey Shore (a true italian-american classic 😩) -JoJo's (also still at beginning oop) -Hunter x Hunter (i stopped mid way) -Black Clover (there seems to be a theme here... stopped mid way) There's prob more I just can't think rn ☆Why I shift?: Tbh, since I was a kid I would make DRs without even understanding what that was. I am a very creative person with a huge imagination (thanks ADHD woo) so I've always wanted to be a part of these realities I would make as one does. I've also struggled with a history of depression and to be candid, my home life sucks. I've done a lot of maturing and mental work on myself so I'm a lot better now, so my reason is not necessarily for an "escape" but like yeah. I don't like wording it that way because I feel as though it's a bit dangerous to just completely toss your CR aside and rely on shifting as a end all be all fix, but if that's not the case then escape away :) I've been on the other end of that journey before so I'm speaking on behalf of my experience, but that's just what has worked for me and my mental health personally. As long as you are happy and healthy, do your thing <3

Okay this is already long af but if you made it this far, thank you🥹. Now that I have started up this page, I hope to interact with you guys and post about my DR and shifiting journey! Also most importantly...

WE WILL ALL SHIFT TONIGHT :)

[chososdiscordkitten]

the way I write about toji in nsfw relationship wips is like the into to Deadpool 2 'world class villains that no one would touch- except me. im gonna touch them all over.' im a big fan of the whole big tuff guy shivering at his partner bcs theyre not scared of him, and wont hesitate to ask him for another round- best way I can describe it is like "when my gf comes home after drinking I cower in the corner knowing she comes home for one thing and one thing only (cock)" idk. I have so many toji wips and I forget that y'all have read em so I can't rlly explain it.

CR: @CelineEstelle96 on twt

[one-winged-dreams]

Cosmo shared the most BOMBASTIC fucking picrew and I had to jump on it with the Toji ship (yeah the scar is on the wrong side, I had to put it on though, I HAD to).

WEH, I'm gay.

[both's pronouns are he/him]

[museaux]

toji fushiguro x reader | wc: 470 | warnings: talk of k*lling, toji is an assassin | banner cr: @plutism

this was the hour that the night seemed most quiet. no cars passing by, no teenagers hanging out in the middle of the road without a care in the world. no pets barking, meowing, or chirping. not even a bullfrog or grasshopper to let everyone know they weren’t alone. on nights like this, at this hour, i always lay in bed and let my mind take over. ever since i had met him my thoughts always conjured up a worst-case scenario where i would find out via the news the next morning that his lifestyle had finally caught up with him. he had accepted payment from the wrong “client,” or killed someone he wasn’t supposed to. of course i knew this would never happen because he was smart, calculated, careful. every job was executed flawlessly. he wouldn’t dare jeopardize his money like that.

in the quiet, just as i had finally let my eyelids get heavy, i heard the twist of the doorknob followed by the creak of my bedroom door as it opened and immediately filled the room with his scent. i lie still even as i let out a soft breath i hadn’t realized i was holding. he’s loud tonight, i thought to myself as i listened to him sloppily rustle around, discarding his clothes atop the accumulating pile in the corner of the room. i hate when he does that after a job. normally, he enters and disrobes quietly, and i don’t realize he’s slipped in bed behind me until he begins to snore—or sometimes until the morning comes and his weight is crushing me into the mattress in the sweetest way as he sleeps as though it’s his first time in a proper bed. tonight, though, must have kept him on his toes. i feigned sleep as he walked past the bed and toward the bathroom, where he left the door cracked as he turned on the faucet. messy night, i suppose? but just as quickly as he entered the bathroom, he was out, and the bed dipped as he sat, taking a deep sigh. after a beat of stillness, the covers lifted as his big arms draped around my waist.

“you stink,” i murmured with my eyes closed, secretly enjoying being engulfed in his presence, regardless of the sweaty smell. “shut up,” he sucked his teeth as his words vibrated through me as he spoke with his face pressed in my neck. i said nothing as i smiled to myself at how he managed to so easily, so naturally wrap his body around mine, and his breath heated up my neck, our breathing slowly coming in sync with one another. who would’ve thought that a hard-bodied, born and bred assassin would need to cuddle after a long night.

[ariiadnes]

ㅤ╭ ⿻ ･ BRAVE NEW WORLD

GIVE ME BLOOD AND RAGE AND A HEART FOR HORROR ; teach me to be tough enough to face this world still standing.

-ˋ ♡ ◞ toji fushiguro. jujutsu kaisen. cw : angst. quote cr : elizabeth hewer. rewritten & reposted. tagging @pixelcafe-network.

one. IN YOUR HAND RESTS A BLACKENED HEART. it does not beat like it should, each vessel rotten and festering with a sickness. ALIVE, but on the brink of decline and oblivion.

you wait thirty seconds, count the pulses. not enough. it's not enough to sustain life, to keep someone breathing, but still, it tries.

sixty seconds. you count again. it is less than before.

"this is yours." you say, the dread pulsating ever so slowly in the palm of your hand. this is a mirror of all you are. "what do you think?"

toji fushiguro studies his heart for a few seconds, silent. a deprecating smile.

"crush it."

a pause. five seconds.

you do.

( & it is not the absence of blood that alarms you, but the regrets that pour down your arm, forever and ever, until they hit the ground running. )

two. "you enjoyed it," butterfly kisses across your skin ; a kindness only you know, "destroying my heart."

something strange, something unidentifiable burns in your being. it hurts, feels like something has snapped inside you, released a fury so strong that it is almost akin to numbness. but perhaps beneath it all, there is a quiet guilt. you don't know.

your fingers run through his hair, gentle, before you tug, forcing his head back, gazes locking -- not enough to hurt, but enough to warn.

"you did that to yourself." your voice trembles, comes out as a whisper as if the words are forbidden to speak. you expect them to be harsh, but the sorrow woven into them is so known and loud that neither of you can ignore it, but somehow, you hope he does not hear it. "you were once made of tenderness before. did you not feel pain when i crushed the core of your existence?"

( yes, he did. your words turn his cruelty into pieces. he is chasing after a ghost of what once was. )

three. his spirit has too many twists and turns : unclear and muddled. good and bad, glory and gore.

"i think you forget that you're human." your words are soft and harsh, all the same. but your humanity is fading, fleeting. in the times you have died, did you take it with you?

do you miss it? did you take all the good in you and give it to him instead?

"such a prophet." he grumbles, but you smile at the feign disinterest. "you talk too much about these things."

"but you still listen." you counter. "maybe it still means something to you." your head rests against his chest. thirty seconds. the counting of a heartbeat. your fingertips trace the veins in his arm, stopping at his wrist. pressure. another thirty seconds. you count.

it is enough. you breathe out in relief, quiet, yet he hears. he always does, somehow.

"counting again?"

"yeah."

he scoffs. you are too complex a person for him, so high and mighty with morality. he doesn't understand you.

“and? still alive?”

you grin and the aggravation on his features almost dissipates immediately at the sight.

“very much so.”

the silence of the night weighs too heavily on his mind. it wanders.

somewhere, he seeks forgiveness for what he has done. who he is. everything he has allowed himself to lose. but to be granted forgiveness is a holy act, and so he detaches himself from the thought; such a thing has never existed in his life.

"you have too much hope for me." he warns. i am not the image of what you want. this won't end well for either one of us.

you count again. silence. you are almost afraid to speak, but you force the words anyway.

"...i'll make peace with whatever ending you choose." your voice wavers just the slightest bit. "just don't forget who you were once. who you wanted to be."

he says nothing in return, the heaviness in a heart so terribly dreadful. he wants to call you a hopeless fool, wants to thank you. but you fail to exchange words for the rest of the night, only searching for answers in each other's warmth, but there is nothing but tenderness and grief and lament.

eventually, he closes his eyes, his breathing steady, and you soon follow after.

( take caution with this heart, the moon whispers, it will be your last one. )

[koishiro]

𝐵𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛

— # 1𝑲 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 .ᐟ‪‪‬ 𝜗𝜚₊˚✩⊹

a note from me to you,, thank you all for being apart of the 1,000+ followers who support my account by reading, liking, and reblogging my works. I am truly grateful for each and every one of you. sending a big virtual kiss to each of you!

I can't believe that a small, silly blog I started out of delusion now has 1,000 followers! brb, shedding a few tears. the messages I've received about how my writings have helped you in various ways bring me so much happiness and I'm grateful that my words can be of help. thank you to all who have engaged with me, and I hope we can have even more interactions in the future (please understand that I can't initiate conversations I’m so sorry).

thank you once more for allowing me to reach 1,000+ followers. I appreciate each and every one of you dearly, and you all hold a special place in my heart. you guys mean so much to me, mwah mwah!

starting off,, I'm planning to celebrate this important milestone by organizing an event. It's going to be a piece of cake! I'll provide a list of dialogue prompts, and all you lovely people have to do is select one and pair it with a jjk character. It's as simple as that! Choose, pick, and ask away. easy, right?

simply select a prompt that interests you, choose a character, and head over to my askbox (feel free to include any extra details with your requests!).

these will posted as little blurbs / drabbles because I find them easier to write while also helping me to get to the rest of your guys’ asks faster!

I will only be taking one request per character, and it will be on a first come, first served basis. If your request isn't completed, it's because someone else has already claimed either the prompt, the character, or both. sorry :(

…𝓅𝓇ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 .ᐟ‪‪‬

"okay, listen — you're pretty, and i'm cute..." "don't even start with me." "we'd be pretty cute together!"

"you're pretty." "what?" "i said you look shitty." "i haven't slept for like — two days, give me a break."

“apparently I still suck at this gift giving thing.”

“we’re not just friends and you fucking know it”

“you can’t tell but I’m winking at you”

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater”

“oh my god it’s like watching your parents making out - oh wait no - that’s exactly what this is”

“how much of that did you hear?”

…𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 .ᐟ‪‪‬

gojo satoru . geto suguru . nanami kento . toji fushiguro . itadori yuuji . megumi fushiguro . choso kamo . ino takuma

— # 𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵!

[kaebedom-me]

late afternoon cafe run

synopsis: you decide to head to jjk cafe for a quick pick me up but when you run into a situation involving your favourite barista you just had to step in to help him! only to be face to face with the scariest looking man you've ever seen! but wait??? he's actually really hot???

cw: yuji x reader, aged up! yuji, slight toji x reader, cafe au, fluff, nicknames (dollface, doll, cutie), toji flirting with yuji, slightly ooc! toji, i tried my best to make it gender neutral! reader, they/them pronounce, slightly proofread but not really

word count: 1885

a/n: i've been writing a lot for freyz the past two days so i wanted to write one just for me 🥺 anyways pls give love to the original pieces that freyz drew that directly inspired this fic! here, here, here and here! i also think it's fairly obvious that i have favourites- once again, my ramblings at the end!

You were annoyed. Kind of. Not entirely. But something happened and you're sort of kind of annoyed? Really, it's just an excuse to visit your favourite café a little ways away from your place. 

You had happened across it while exploring the area when you first moved to town. It had been a little busy when you went in then but the service had been phenomenal; it was a tad bit pricier than other cafés in the area but completely justifiable (to you).

The handsome pink-haired young man that had been working the cashier during your first ever visit was hands down one of the nicest people you’ve ever met in your entire life. He practically radiated with good vibes and a kind of sincerity so warm and sweet you think you could get diabetes from spending too much time with him.

He introduced himself to you as Yuji, recommended a drink and pastry, and welcomed you to the neighbourhood. And that had been the end of you, you were hooked, you knew then your soul was signed away to the sun personified to visit this café whenever you could.

Your feet were already taking you out of your door while you day-dreamed. You definitely weren’t hoping that your favourite barista was in today, no, you were going to get a quick drink then come immediately back home to work. 

You thought about what drink you wanted, this had always been your biggest problem whenever you visited them since they had such a large variety, it didn’t help that every drink you’ve tried up to this point had been delicious.

“Welcome!” A voice you recognised greeted you.

It wasn’t too busy today, there was only one massive guy that was in the queue. Your eyes quickly scanned the café, the pretty and friendly brunette was behind the coffee machine tapping away on her phone, and a flash of blonde just went to the back. You also noted the dogs that were behind the baby gates at the back of the café excitedly watching the counter, that meant the broody black-haired guy was here today.

You were practically vibrating in your spot in the queue because you didn’t have to see past the extremely well-built customer in front of you to know who was working the counter. You took out your phone to fiddle with it, trying to act cool and distract yourself.

“C’mon, sunshine, couldn’t you do it for me?” the man in front of you asked.

A shudder went straight down your spine when you heard the man in front of you speak. It sounded so impossibly deep, you subconsciously stepped back a little, mind sensing some kind of trouble. You peaked up a little from your phone to observe.

If Yuji was good vibes, then the man that stood in front of you is bad vibes, overpoweringly so. You thought he’s the exact opposite of Yuji. You could even picture in your head a very menacing and scary face for the man, you gripped your phone a little tighter, you felt like you needed to watch this man like a hawk in case something happened.

“I can’t, I’m sorry, I already made plans tonight.”

Yeah, that was definitely your favourite barista speaking. Good on Yuji for sounding so sure of himself! If you were in his place, you surely would’ve started crying at the mere sight of that scary man’s face.

“Sunshine… Please?” The man drawls, almost purrs. “I’ll buy you your favourite manga, I’d even take you out on a date as thanks if you just did this one tiny favour for me.”

You felt like you were going to wet yourself, your heartbeat was thumping so quickly in your chest. If you were in Yuji’s shoes right now, you’d definitely start crying while trying to serve danger personified. Your mind started to race. But why was he just standing there harassing Yuji?! Was he even going to order!! Did he just come in to bother Yuji because he knew Yuji couldn’t do anything but be polite while working? That’s so sick!

You weren’t sure if it had been bravery or stupidity that took over your body when you suddenly shoved your phone into your pocket. “Excuse me,” you started, mustering up your best angry scary face.

The two men turned their attention to you, confusion clearly written on their faces. You, however, were only focused on the absolute unit of a man. You had severely underestimated the height of this man; he was so huge you hadn’t even realised he was leaning down to talk to Yuji a moment ago, and now that he stood up to his actual height you seriously started to regret your decision.  

“Are you seriously talking to him like that? In broad daylight? How shameless are you?” you said through gritted, glaring at the man.

You were so proud of yourself for sounding so tough! That was until you made eye contact with the scary man. His sharp green eyes bore into yours; you felt your cheeks started to heat up and you almost fell to your knees. You were so wrong, you had it all wrong! He didn’t look anything like the mean, grungy, stink faced man you pictured! No!!! You were face to face with God’s personal favourite creation, handcrafted to perfection, an absolute beaut of a man. No, no, no. You were looking at an actual God because there was no way a human being could be this beautiful.

“I’m sorry?”

Your anger from just two seconds ago just dissipated. You were truly dumbfounded. Speechless from the sheer perfection that was this man’s face. You wanted to look away, but you had to keep looking at him; he was so mesmerising, there’s no way you could physically tear your eyes away from him.

“Fushiguro-san, don’t scare them!” Yuji’s voice pulled you out of your trance.

You watched on as this “Fushiguro-san” eyed you then back at Yuji, his eyes seemed to have sparked a little with recognition before a sly grin started to form on his lips. Your eyes caught the movement, subconsciously flickering down to see the scar on his lip stretch. He let out a hearty laugh.

Something about the way he looked right now made you almost lower your guard. But no! You had to keep it together, in your gut you think you know he’s not to be trusted, you’re just temporarily blinded is all!!

“Listen,” he chuckled, and, oh God, maybe the feeling of wanting to wet yourself hasn’t gone away after all. “It’s a misunderstanding. Promise, dollface.”

“Fushiguro-san!” Yuji huffed.

Fushiguro-san turned his attention back to Yuji and gave him a pout. You briefly wondered how you’d react if Fushiguro-san, in all his glory, gave you that look. You think you’d cry.

“I won’t take your shift tonight and that’s final,” chastised Yuji. “Also, stop trying to hand your shifts to people at the last minute because you don’t feel like working.”

Just then, the tall blonde walked out from the kitchen with a tray of hot pastries, Yuji moved to help the blonde with the tray.

Fushiguro-san turned to you again and offered you another smile. “Worth the shot, yeah?”

You weren’t able to answer. Not when he looked so charming. Your brain steaming up while trying to process how it was physically possible to switch up his demeanour so quickly from a beast to the most charming, handsome man you’ve ever seen.

“Come here often?” He asked you.

Your eyes snapped back to meet his. As if really compelled by God himself, you nodded yes to his question.

“Good,” his voice drops, purring the same way he did to Yuji. Fushiguro-san barely had to step at all to get into your space, he leaned down so close to you, you could drown in his cologne. “Come by later next time, while I’m on shift. I’ll treat you to something as pretty as yourself.”

You gasped. You tell yourself it must be because you had been holding your breath, not because of Fushiguro-san, no way his charms were working on you. No, it’s definitely because you’re so scared right now.

Fushiguro-san hummed, eying you like prey. “Cat got your tongue? What happened to your spunk, doll?”

“Ah! Toji-san!! I told you not to scare them!” Yuji’s voice pulled Fushiguro-san’s attention away from you, much to your dismay.

Fushiguro-san laughed and reached over to ruffle Yuji’s hair, mumbling about how he was just messing around. He then turned to you to excuse himself and walked toward the back where the dogs were. They were jumping and whining, incredibly eager to greet him. You watched as he dug out a couple of treats from his pocket and fed it to the dogs.

“I’m really sorry about that,” Yuji pouted a little when you looked back at him. “Fushiguro-san just likes to mess with people because he can.”

You nodded, still feeling a little dumbfounded. “Ah,” you let out when it finally connected in your head that they were co-workers, possibly even friends. Man, you really wanted to be swallowed up by the ground right now.

“Thank you for standing up for me though! I appreciate it!”

You met Yuji’s eyes bashfully; he truly was an angel.

“Do you want your usual?” Asked Yuji sweetly. “Nanami-san just whipped out a fresh batch of croissants, we have your favourite today too!”

“I think I’ll do my usual and the croissant,” you finally started to relax again.

“Of course! Please, have a seat. It’ll be on me today as thanks,” he offered.

You protested him, you hadn’t done much you told him. But Yuji was very insistent, already stepping to the side to grab the croissants he laid out with Nanami-san earlier. He wanted to properly thank you. You stood there, watching him, you didn’t think you’d be this helpless when you walked into the café today.

Yuji quickly came out from behind the counter with the croissant and a small selection of spreads that he knows you like. He then guided you to the seat you’re fond of, asking about your day and how you’re feeling. Sweet Yuji even pulled out the chair for you, too! Oh, your heart can’t possibly take this.

He set down the still warm croissant in front of you and smiled at you again. “I’ll go make that drink for you now, okay? If you need anything else, please call for me!”

“Thank you,” you sighed, looking up at him. Today sure was something.

“Anything for you, cutie,” Yuji winked. “I’ll be right back!”

Your heart almost stopped for the umpteenth time today. You felt heat rushing back into your cheeks, muttering a small “yeah” to Yuji before shyly turning away.

You’re not sure if you’re able to return here again after the mess that was today. You snuck a glance at Yuji who was humming away behind the counter making your drink. Then you looked at Fushiguro-san who had just finished playing with the dogs; he turned to you as he was walking, you chalked it up to some sort of delusion or hallucination when you thought you saw him wink at you before disappearing into the back.

No, yeah, you’re definitely coming back. 

i like to think that toji's nice and chill in this au because everything is nice and chill that is why he is the way he is uwu

he just looks scary kinda like a bear uwu

aged up! adult! yuji because i want it to be

also I'm a huge advocate for toji/ita actually so that's why they're like that in the story

this route is supposed to be yuji x reader x toji for me 🥺 LOL

harem au when? they all want you 10/10 best route

also, i couldn't fit it in the story but toji can be read as a brother to megumi rather than dad. ofc he can still be megupapa but i thought oniisan toji is very good very cute too

yuji and sukuna are twins but contrary to popular hcs i hc sukuna is baby brother uwu

panda is panda in this au i like to think uwu

choso is biggest bro in the itadori family, followed by eso and kechizu

it's actually a very rowdy time when reader eventually has to sit down to have dinner with the itadori brothers as his official lover

[aajjks]

Brat. (m)

synopsis. Toji finds your jealousy cute, you’re his little cute brat.

warnings. MDNI. some nsfw themes, fingering, kissing slightly yandere toji, jealous yn, toji cooeing, kisses. toji being a little tease, he calls you his brat, cutie, princess & what not, he lives for your jealousy. SOFT TOJI.

note. heh, another jjk fic because I’m so obsessed w toji daddy…. IDK HES JUST SOOO DADDY. plz share your thoughts! ENJOY! ART NOT MINE. I found this on Pinterest, cr to owners!

*not edited*

“Don’t touch me, toji.”

He breathes through his nose, his dimples making their way on his face as he blinks twice, his lips curl at your tone.

You’re just so cute.

He doesn’t reply but only watches you with an amused look in his eyes, he extends his hand to pull your body towards him, you huff, rolling your eyes.

Toji almost cooes.

“Come on now babe.” He pretends to feel hurt with your attitude but if anything, he’s having the time of his life.

“Fuck off! Go to her!” He clicks his tongue when you mention her, toji leans closer to your skin, presses a kiss on your shoulder, sighing into your neck.

“I don’t even know her?!?” He defended himself, how was it his fault, you guys were out, having coffee at your favourite place when that all happened.

“She was literally undressing you with her eyes?!” You groaned, your nose scrunched up with anger, toji littered kisses from your jaw to your neck.

“Baby… it wasn’t my fault…” he whispered in your ear.

“How dare she, God….. if only I could punch her!” Your teeth grit. Toji raises his head to look at your face directly.

“Oh would you if you had the chance…?” You were the cutest little thing ever, toji could tease you forever, you turn your face to the other side, glaring at him.

“Of course! What a slut!” Toji almost chuckles at you,

he tilts his body and grabs your face in his hands, “princess, your attitude is making me very horny right now.”

He pulls your body into his lap, before you can protest.

“You sound so hot, princess.” Toji’s tongue feels hot when you feel him lick your neck, his fingers press under your sweatshirt, travelling down to your legs,

“You’re jealous?” He unzips your trousers with no struggle, his deep eyes set on your face, he loves to witness it turning all nervous and shy.

“Come on speak.” He cooes.

His fingers are cold as he reaches your underwear, “tell me.” Your underwear is now down to your knees, you gasp at the feeling of air, his hands now the only thing keeping you warm inside.

“T-Toji, please”

“No princess not until you tell me what you’d do to her for flirting with me.” He is so cocky, a sweet smile on his face is mocking his not so sweet intentions.

“I-I’d fucking break her jaw.” You barely stop yourself from stuttering, his fingers feel so thick and hot as he inserts one of the digits inside your heat.

You whine, “aw baby wan’more?” You cannot even look at him now.

He curls the finger and you whine even louder, he caught you so off guard. You close your eyes.

“I-I’d make sure t-that she’d never even t-think a-about you!” You confess, you feel him harden immediately, you feel his length poking at your butt.

“Fuck, YN. Never took you for the possessive type, eh?” He pushes another finger inside, pumping them at a fast pace, you cry at the sensation.

It feels so good.

“My little b-brat, ah!~” the man curses under his breath your hips grind into his erection, he bites his lower lip, pushing his weight onto the couch.

“You’d let the bitch know that I’m your man huh?” He doesn’t stop his torture on your poor self, you don’t respond and he pulls you in for a hot kiss.

“My little brat, love you so much.”