#cr: toji

[one-winged-dreams]

I'm not COMPLETELY happy with this but I don't hate it either so HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOJI, YOU AWFUL BROKE ASS DILF!

I'm making him a strawberry matcha cake.

We both have resting non-happy faces, but we're pretty content here, I swear.

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

@heatobrienswife @faerie-circle-ships @tireddovahkiin

[one-winged-dirty-dreams]

I need him laying me down on the kitchen table, on his knees eating me out, humping the air with his eyes rolled back in his head.

[one-winged-dreams]

Just for funsies, the worst broke ass DILF ever

Reblog with a picture of your f/o(s) (no more than three) and I'll assign them an engagement ring (either for them to propose to you with or you to propose to them with!!) 💍

[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 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨,, 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

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🢥 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."

[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]

I HAD TO GET THIS DOWN IMMEDIATELY but @brutally-loving made an amazing fucking JJK AU that he graciously let me shove my Toji-loving ass into.

READ THE LORE IN THAT ^^^ POST. DO IT.

Anyway, my insert is a lich in this AU. Like, it's a whole thing of him being from a long line of necromancers. I might talk about it later. Maybe.

BUT YES. Men.

[insert's pronouns are he/him]

tag list: @apisamorabundus @adoredbyalatus @kylars-muse @dorothys-wife @the-sleeping-city

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

@faerie-circle-ships @heatobrienswife @tireddovahkiin

[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.

[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!

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“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.”

[hellishattempt]

𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 - the girl in new york

cr sybbatra on twitter, sourced from pin

🢥 summary : celebrity!au gojo satoru and rumours swirling around your established relationship, 3.1k words 🢥 series includes : choso, fushiguro toji, geto suguru, gojo satoru and nanami kento, part one of five 🢥 content : celebrity!au, gn reader, angst mostly, established relationship, cheating, paps being an ass, lying, use of baby/love/darling and other pet names, song cr goes to nessa barrett, not proofread lol kinda just wrote this instead of studying for exams. don't like the ending, but i never do. 

 . . . GOJO SATORU SEEN WITH ANOTHER WOMAN AT NYFW was not the headline you wanted to wake up to. it was a lazy saturday morning, and you didn't have any plans for the day. your boyfriend, the prominent gojo satoru, was currently in new york for fashion week. you had been dating for almost a year, having met a little over six years ago at club heaven in los angeles on his birthday by pure accident. the japanese born model had been dragged to america for his twenty first birthday, and spilled his drink on you. he hasn't left the states since. he's established himself in the modeling world, and fashion week was the busiest time of year for him. being a singer / songwriter yourself, you had quite the busy schedule. your bustling schedules were part of the reason it took so long for you and satoru to get together. there was mutual pining, but you both spent so much of your time in different cities and airports, that there seemed to be no point in it. but geto made a joke that if satoru didn't bag you, then he would, and that about did it for satoru. sure, dating hasn't been easy, but you've made it work. satoru had moved in with you in your luxury apartment in the hills of los angeles, though neither of you were there often. after all, you were both a lister celebrities. everyone knew your names, especially the paparazzi. 

neither of you were big fans of the paps, satoru especially. you tried to show grace, after all, they were just trying to do their jobs. but their jobs were to be nosy and wrongfully invade your privacy. there were always headlines about you and satoru, the rumours and scandals never seemed to end, but for some reason, this one hit home. your phone read 10:01 a.m. you were in your los angeles apartment, so you were three hours behind satoru. you didn't have any notifications from him, which was weird, because he usually made a point to send you a good morning text before you woke up, no matter what timezone you were in. even if it meant satoru had to set an alarm for two a.m. so that you would wake up with a "good morning, baby," then he would set an alarm. in fact, the only notification you had was a text from shoko, with a link to the article. "have you seen this??" her text read. you clicked the link and it opened a separate page for people magazine. it took all your strength not to roll your eyes. people was your number one enemy when it came to tabloids. they always fabricated such stupid things, so you didn't think much of it at first. still, you read the article word for word. 

"gojo satoru was seen today eating lunch with fellow model, iori utahime, at new york's own per se. gojo and iori have been friends for a while now, but are they more?" you scoffed, adjusting yourself in your large bed, continuing on. "gojo and irori are currently in new york for fashion week, and were photographed outside per se for a late lunch before tonight's opener. the photos were quickly posted, and the response was a mix of emotions. in the string of photos, we see gojo and iori sharing a laugh... while holding hands? in a few, his arm was tightly wrapped around iori's waist as he escorts her out of the restaurant. a few nights prior, photos had of gojo and iori sharing drinks at an elite club on eighth had been released, where they seemed more than friendly. that same night, the took shared a taxi, stumbling into the hotel together. social media shares our reply: has gojo's partner seen this and what do they have to say about it?" the article was short and sweet, but it did the trick. the photos had been attached, as well as a slew of twitter posts. #satohime was the third trending tag on twitter. tears stung your eyes as you white-kunckled your phone in your hand.

you were torn between believing and not believing the article. you knew satoru would never cheat on you, but the evidence was right in front of you. he was out with another woman, someone he's known longer than you, holding hands and wrapping himself close to her. you'd never met utahime, but satoru always returned from fashion week, brimming with stories about her that made him laugh until his stomach cramped. you knew they were close, despite only seeing each other twice a year, they'd grown up together. you tried to tell yourself that maybe it was just a rumour, photos taken out of context. after all, it wasn't anything drastic, like a vulgar makeout video, but it still made you sick. so you did the only thing you knew hot to when it come to your emotions: you wrote a song.

. . . NEW UPLOAD : THE GIRL IN NEW YORK flashed across gojo satoru's screen. it was a youtube notification for your channel. he frown slightly at the words, wondering what you were thinking about when writing this. he was at work right now, so he silenced his phone. satoru would listen to the song on the cab ride back to his hotel. he hadn't heart about the people's magazine yet, despite it being published six hours ago. satoru had been so busy with the fashion week presentations and rehearsals, that lunch with utahime had been the first time in a few days he'd left skylight clarkson. in fact, he'd been so busy, that he'd forgotten to charge his phone the night before. it was currently charging, thanks to utahime letting him borrow hers. satoru felt bad for failing to send you a text, but surely you'd understand if it was just one time. utahime wasn't a model like satoru, instead a manager for one of the labels. fashion week in februar and september were some of the only times they saw each other anymore. every february they swore they'd try to see each other more that year, but sepember would always be the second time they saw each other that year. their schedules just didn't allow for it. and even though satoru was a major pain in the ass to utahime, she prized his friendship. they made a point to spend as much time together during fashion week as possible, hence the drinks and lunch.

when the night had finally ended, satoru was exhasted and couldn't wait to return to his hotel bed. it wasn't as good as sleeping next to you, but he could fall asleep on a bag of dirt at this point. satoru stumbled into a taxi, giving the location of his hotel, and pulled his phone from his bag. it was charged now, and your youtube notification sat prettily on his lockscreen, which was a picture of you laughing with your head thrown back. satoru fumbled in the dark of the cab to find his headphones, finally pairing them to his phone and playing the song. "bags in your hand as you kiss me, tellin' me you're gonna miss me. promised me you'll be on you best behavior." your sultry voice entered his ears as the song started slow, a gentle piano and slow guitar riff. "gave me your flight information, call me when you land, say you made it. sweet little me told you, 'go have a good time.'" the song picked up the pace, transitioning into the pre-chorus and chorus. "i didn't mean forget about me, riding in a yellow taxi. who the hell are you on your way to?" satoru was almost too tired to notice the lyrics. almost. "you said i was yours, but maybe just on the west coast, cause as soon as you left home, you got wandering eyes.

"so i guess you lied when you called me special. you're not as smart as you think you are. who the hell is she, taking you from me?" as the song continued, he was more awake with every bar. "fuck you for making me crazy, while you buy her drinks out on eighth street." were you talking about utahime? wait, did you think he had done something? satoru was so confused, consumed by your obscure lyrics. the song ended too soon for his taste, none of his questions being answered by your final line. "baby, i know about the girl in new york..." your voice faded, his headphones going silent. having reached the hotel, satoru rushed to his room, immediately opening his laptop to do some digging. his phone had been silence all day, and when satoru opened his messages app to see if you had said anything, he was instaed hit with over three hundred texts from shoko and suguru. neither sounded happy with him, while satoru still had no idea what he did. before even acknowledging their texts, he went straight to your conversation. "darling, what's going on with your new song??" he typed out quickly, then added, "not that i don't love it! just kinda confused." he watched as delivered turned to read, which resulted in those damn three dots making two additional appearances before completely disappearing. satoru let out a groan of frustration, going to google and searching your names together. the first thing that popped up was an article from people magazine. "gojo satoru seen with another woman at nyfw." the headline read. fuck, how he hated the paparazzi.

satoru skimmed the article, not pleased with what he was reading. his confusion dissipated into annoyance, both towards you and the fucking paps. you always told him to be nicer towards the media, they were just trying to their job, but these fucking rumours were getting out of hand. how dare they make you think he would ever cheat on you? satoru didn't suffer a friendship with you for five years while being enamored with you every action for one damn article about him and utahime. all of those pictures had been taken out of context. the one where they were holding hands? utahime had tripped on a sewer grate and satoru had reached out so she didn't fall flat on her face. the one with his arm around her waist? they were both completely shitfaced and barely standing on their own. the ones about them at the club and the taxi? satoru can handle a drink or two, but uta gets hammered after two drinks, so of course he was going to take her back to her hotel and make sure she got up all right. that's what friends are for. but now, thanks to the media, he's got a lying article, pissed off friends and a song tearing him to pieces written by the love of his life, who may not ever want to see him again. great, just fucking great.

he dialed your number. you declined it before the first ring. he did this four more times, with you rejecting the call instantly. on the sixth call, there was no rings, and an automated voice responded, "i'm sorry, the number you are trying to reach is not in service or temporarily disconnected. please try again later. good bye." oh my god, you fucking blocked him. irritated with you, the media and with himself for making you feel so insecure, he scrolled to his group chat with shoko and suguru. neither of them were happy with gojo. he didn't bother to read all their messages, he got the gist of it. satoru hastily responded, "i didn't fucking cheat. the article's lying. one of you need to tell them that because i'm fucking blocked." he sent the message, standing in a silent fury. a moment later, satoru threw his phone at the wall with a yell. the device bounced off, falling onto the hotel bed. there was a small dent in the wall nothing extremely noticeable, and his phone was fine. "fuck," satoru breathed, sinking into one of the chairs in his room. he held his head in his hands, mind racing with what to do. an idea formed in his frustrated mind. it was stupid, but it was something. satoru grabbed his jacket and his phone from the bed, storming out of the hotel.

. . . THE SOUND OF SOMEONE POUNDING ON YOUR DOOR pulled you from delirium. groggily, you checked your phone. it was just past four am. who the hell would be at the door at four in the morning? you rolled over in bed, hoping whoever it was would go away. they didn't. they just kept beating at the wood. with a groan, you rose from the mattress. a headache slammed into you as you stood, and you had to sit back down to steady yourself. the last eighteen hours hadn't exactly been fun. after you uploaded "the girl in new york", you had turned your notifications for everything off. although, every five minutes you checked if satoru had texted you. when he finally did, you didn't know how to respond, the images from the article flashing across your mind and filling you with sickness and sadness. you had been out all day, drinking and trying to forget. after getting kicked out of two bars, you went home, where you drank more. throughout the night you emptied the contents of your stomach and eyes, vomiting and crying more than what felt humanely possible. it felt like you had barely lied down when the knocking began.

when you had mustered the strength to stagger your way to the door, you wished you had stayed in bed. a red eyed, messy haired, heaving gojo satoru stood at your door. neither of you spoke. what was there to say? he had cheated on you. you had retaliated with an exposing song. or maybe he hadn't cheated on you, and you simply misunderstood. either way, what had happened, happened. as far as you were concerned, he was here to beg for your forgiveness. you began to shut the door, but he stopped you. with a sigh, you let him in. it was his apartment, too, after all. you wobbled to the kitchen, leaning against the counter and pouring yourself a glass of water. satoru watched you in silence. "well?" you croaked out. "come to apologize? gloat?"

"baby..." he whispered, stretching his arms out to you, but retracting when you took a step back. satoru took a breath, steadying himself. "i didn't cheat," he stated plainly. "i know you think i did. but i didn't. uta is just a friend. i've never thought of her that way, and i'm never going to think of her like that. i'm not dating her, i'm dating you." his words sounded slightly reheards. he must've been practicing on his flight here. it dawned on you that it was four in the morning in los angeles, and seven a.m. in new york. satoru was missing fashion week, here, trying to fix things. a flight from nyc to la was just over six hours, so he would've had to get on a plane by one am est. he had texted you just after eight fifty p.m. pst, so eleven fifty new york time. which means almost as soon as he heard your song, he was on his way to the airport to fly to you. "please baby, you gotta believe me. those paps fucked everything up, the photos-"

"are they fake?" you cut him off. "the photos. are the fake? photoshopped or otherwise edited?"

gojo slightly squirmed, "well, no, they're not edited, but they were taken out of context." he rushed out the last part of his sentence. "please, love, just hear me out."

he looked like a disaster. satoru's normally bright irises were dim, the usual joy gone. he looked sleepless, violent violet bags forming like bruises under his red-rimmed eyes. his fluffy white hair was flat against his forehead, matted and lifeless. he was still in his work clothes, with his favorite blue jacket hanging open on his shoulders. satoru looked like he hadn't ate or slept in the last eighteen hours. maybe it was how pitiful he looked maybe it was how much you still loved him. but you nodded your head, allowing for satoru to explain. his sigh was audible, and some color returned to his eyes.

"okay, first, i love you so fucking much. i've loved you since that first night we met into the bar six years ago. if you don't forgive me tonight, or ever, i'm still going to spend the rest of my life trying to make up for the hurt that i've cause you from that stupid article. i didn't cheat on you, not with utahime or with anyone else. i spent five years trying to work up the nerve to ask you out, i'm not going to let you go easily." satoru meant every word he said, his tone convinced you of that. "second," he continued, "is that the paparazzi are always pulling things out of their asses, we know this. the first photo they talked about, the one with me and utahime at per se, where we were holding hands? her heel had got caught on a sewer grate, and uta tripped. i grabbed her hand to prevent her falling on her face, which honestly, would've been funnier." you chuckled lightly, and a smile formed on satoru's lips. from his perspective, this was going much better than he had anticipated. "the next photo with my arm around her waist, utahime was so drunk, she could barely stand. i was pretty drunk, too. we were the only ones keeping each other up. same with the pictures of us outside the club on eighth. i wasn't as drunk in that one, but she was pretty hammered. i didn't feel comfortable just sending uta off in a cab back to her hotel. something easily could've happened to her, so i went back with utahime to her hotel. nothing happened between me and her," satoru finished. quiet settled over you two again as you contemplated his words.

everything he said made sense. you wanted to believe him so badly, but you weren't there yourself. "okay," you said slowly, after what felt like an eternity to satoru.

"okay? wh-what does that mean? does... does that mean you believe me?"

you took a deep breath. "i believe you."

those three words were all he needed to hear. satoru rushed over to you, his body engulfing you in a crushing embrace. "oh, thank god," he breathed into your hair. when he pulled back, his blue eyes were shining once again. satoru almost kissed you, forgetting his exhaustion, but your hangover still gripped at you. you winced at his strength, your arms hanging limply at your side. satoru whispered out an apology, guiding you back to bed. before you both finally found the sleep you desperately needed, you mumbled, "i'm sorry about the song."

satoru laughed quietly, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "don't be, i think it's your best one yet."

[tojisun]

your name in the rain

toji x reader

!! drabble (683 words) — slight angst, fluff // inspired by this edit and a req (tbp) // img cr

: toji and his warm hugs and his gentle comfort <33

Toji takes one look at you—your eyes wet and your cheeks damp; your lips bitten raw, having been gnawed on unconsciously—and immediately pulls you in his embrace. 

He loops an arm around your waist, his other hand resting on the base of your neck, cupping your head softly and leading you to burrow on the crook of his neck. You follow wordlessly, your breaths coming out as soft puffs of barely contained gasps, your hands rising to clutch his shirt.

“I’ve got you,” Toji whispers and you feel his voice rumbling from where you are pressed flush on his chest, enveloping you with a certain warmth that you know no one else can emit.

You nod, unable to trust your voice as tears continue to pour out of your eyes, certainly dampening Toji’s cotton shirt.

“I’ve got you,” he repeats, planting a fluttering kiss on the crown of your head.

A minute of silence passes, leaving you to seek white noise from Toji’s steady heartbeat, before feeling the air around you two stutter. You squeak, gripping Toji’s shirt tighter as you feel your feet rising off the floor, your weight completely resting on Toji’s arms. 

Your head lolls from where it rests on his shoulder and you blink, watching as the man you love cradles you softly in his arms, gentle in his steps so as to not rouse any more discomfort from you. You turn to him, blinking—a tear rolls down your cheek, silent in its track until it explodes into a tiny shower at making contact with your lips; Toji’s heart aches at seeing you this way—only for the breath in your lungs to fall short upon seeing Toji’s gentle eyes looking back at you with a myriad of emotions: worry, concern, love, love, love. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he mumbles, his brows furrowed, and a choked sob punches itself out of your throat, your eyes going glassy in an instant.

You hold onto Toji like he is the only place of comfort you know, and Toji hugs you tighter like he is proving that he is. Like he is proving that even if he isn’t, he is still someone you could fall to for safety.

The plush duvet covers sink as Toji gingerly places you two on the bed, his back falling onto the pillows, his arms still secured around you. You grunt in discomfort, and Toji hums an apology, his voice washing over you.

You peer up at him, your cheek still pressed to his chest, and Toji turns to you at feeling your gaze. You watch, almost like things are playing out in slow motion, as Toji smiles, his eyes crinkling and his cheeks dimpling.

More than feeling safe, you feel your heart skip a beat at how beautiful Toji is.

“Hey,” he says, his hand coming up to brush your hair behind your ear before cupping your damp cheek so tenderly.

“Hey,” you reply, cringing when your voice chips, still hoarse from crying.

Toji’s smile pinches, concern still bright behind his sharp eyes, before he pushes forward to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering. Your breath hitches, your eyelashes fluttering at the action. 

“Thank you, Toji-san.”

He hums, his voice mutely echoing from your temple, before he pulls away. “Only for you, kid,” he says before he begins to pepper kisses across your face, his lips ghosting from your swollen eyes to your twitching nose. 

A giggle creeps out of your throat, your chest easing up a bit, and you feel Toji’s lips twitch up in a smile from where they are pressed on your jaw.

You feel yourself sagging, exhausted, your tensed shoulders uncoiling as you slowly melt on top of Toji. You duck underneath his chin, burrowing your face onto his chest again as your eyes begin to droop. Toji’s hand rests on the small of your back, the other lightly patting your head, and silence falls between you two once again.

Your hands have yet to loosen their hold from Toji’s shirt, but that is quite fine. Toji refuses to let go of you too, anyways.

[tojigasm]

Toji comforting his s/o on their stretch marks by their thighs and hips

Omggg toji would absolutely adore your stretch marks dear anon, he'd find them so gorgeous,, you're absolutely perfect and he'd do anything he could to prove that to you

Cw: insecurities, vulnerability, kissing, pet names, a shit ton of fluff + Toji being the good bf he is

Word count: 679

He's so soft like this, plush lips pressed up against the soft index of your thighs, trailing warm kisses up and down your skin. You feel the cleft of his scar, its roughness rubbing against the pillowy seat of your skin.

He's so gentle, rubbing circles into your hips with the pad of his thumb, eyes tracing every line with lust.

He's adoring in the way he kisses you, rough fingers tracing the soft lines littered over your thighs. You're quiet, too quiet, Toji decides. So he kisses down the apex of your chest till he meets the apex of your hips.

"So beautiful fr'me, sweetheart," he mumbles against your thigh as he sucks on the meat of your hip, blood rising to your soft skin.

You feel so vulnerable in moments like these - under Toji's metaphorical microscope; dark eyes run over the lines of your skin and suddenly you're pushing him away, turning your head away from the scene; Toji's lips against your skin, whispers of admiration in huffs of soft breath.

"Stop it, Toji," you're pulling your knees to your chest, resting the apple of your cheek against them, turned away from him - curling back in on yourself, retreating away from Toji's warmth.

He's quick though. He's always quick to know when somethings wrong. To know when you're not so sure of yourself - Toji pulls himself up to sit back on his haunches, directly across from you; he lets you have your space, shaky breaths pull from your throat.

Toji only watches, running his knuckles up and down the bone of your calf softly, before he's opening his arms to you, "C'mere."

You're quick to follow, falling into his arms as he moves to sit against the headboard, pulling you into his lap, the pads of his fingers tracing over the lines of your hips and thighs.

A calming quiet envelopes the two of you, your body sinking into his hold, the heat of his chest helping calm your nerves, eyes falling lidded and body lazily clinging to consciousness.

"Ya know I love you, right?" Toji's deep voice pulls you back, eyes settling onto the side of his face as he traces your skin, both mentally and physically.

He likes being able to have the physical and mental reminder that you're here with him. That he hasn't lost you. That he can trace every single part of you with both his mind and his hands and memorize each inch of your body to completion.

You nod against his shoulder, lazily drawing lines across the heated skin of his chest.

"Which means I love every part of you."

You tense at that, about to pull yourself away from him but he catches you again, tightening his hold and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You don't say anything, you let him kiss the marks of your skin, let him trace them with his eyes and his hands until he could paint a picture with the physical memory he has of you, but he doesn't say anything either.

He whispers soft hums into your hair, followed by soft kisses and strokes of his hands down your thighs. You let him kiss each and every part of you, basking in his praise.

"So beautiful fr'me, sweetie," he places another kiss to your thigh, "So fuckin' perfect," he brings his lips to yours; smaller hands threading through his thick hair.

"Love you so much, baby." He whispers on your lips, hand running over your jaw gently, holding your head in place as he kisses you.

"Love you too." You manage, pushing your head into the crook of his neck, letting him continue to kiss and trace your skin.

You don't say anything after that. Toji knows, Toji knows you're okay. You just need time, and that's okay. Toji's willing to wait, he's willing to press a kiss to every perfect stretch of your skin, until you're crying beneath him and begging for more. He's willing to do it all, because he loves you, and he understands.