#oh Toji

[nomiko]

He’s rotting my insides

[storiesoflilies]

metanoia is an ode to

mathematics and physics, and how the universe sings to us without words.

toji fushiguro, and just how deep the green of his eyes can really go.

and of green tea, but that my darlings, is a discovery you’ll have to make for yourselves.

i absolutely cannot wait for you guys to read it!!

much love,

Lily xo

[dilfhos]

“Toji I’m hungry!”

“Huh. tch. Go grab you something from the fridge then,”

“Toji. You got a piece, some sodas and just alcohol in here….” You nudge the jar of pickles to the side in disgust. “There’s nothing to eat.” He thinks it over.

“Oh yeah…well, bring me that Primero when you come back from the store.”

this what toji fridge look like. don’t argue with me it’s canon gege told me

[nkogneatho]

just when i thought he couldn't get hotter, he pulled up with this. I AM NEVER GETTING OVER THIS. HELLOOOO???!!! HELLO WHAT THE FUCK???

[teddybeartoji]

whatever whatever i'm thinking abt an actor!au with toji,, you're just co-stars on this silly little action film, doing interviews here n there and the fans are fucking loving you. it's obvious that the chemistry is there, that it's real – toji is stealing glances at you at every possible moment he can, his eyes flicking to your lips when you laugh and smile. and you're no better either; your hand rests on his thigh as you lean into his side, giggling at a stupid comment he made and the cameras are catching it all. there's no doubt that something more is going on behind the scenes...

and when a picture of the two of you taking a nap together on the set gets out – your face burrowed into the crook of his neck while his big arms snake around your middle, holding you to him like a small kitten – the fans fucking lose their minds.

[yuwuta]

you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but he’s just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shit’s sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like he’s not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel

[marleysfinest]

@somelattes im so sorry

he breasted boobily into the murder scene

[daisynik7]

Toji is the type to be so cold to you in front of your friends. Scoffs at every little thing you say, rolls his eyes at your cheesy jokes, pretends that he couldn't care less about you. He's that one asshole "friend" in your group who you can't seem to get along with, so you bicker and bicker with each other constantly. It's no secret that the two of you can't stand one another.

What is a secret is when the two of you are alone.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" he whispers, his mouth grazing your ear as he stands behind you at the kitchen sink. The others are still gathered in the living room; you went here to wash your hands. He followed you in, always does. He jumps at every chance he can get to be alone with you, just to have moments like this.

Tonight, he pissed you off by joking about how boring you are for having to leave the party early tonight. Something stupid, it always is. You flipped him the bird in response, refusing to say a word, knowing it would just encourage him.

And now, he's here with you. His hands around your hips, pulling you closer to him, pushing himself closer to you. He kisses the back of your neck, fingers inching between your legs, his erection throbbing against you. He never says sorry, only apologizes by giving you his cock. This time, you don't want to make it so easy for him.

"Thought you said I was boring," you say, jutting your ass towards him.

"That was just a joke," he purrs, rubbing your clothed pussy with his fingers. "You know how excited you make me."

You hum, pretending to reconsider the original plan. "Maybe I should just stay here longer."

He almost whines before he catches himself, because Toji Fushiguro would rather be caught dead than caught whining over a woman. But with you, he comes close. The only reason you want to leave this silly party early is so you could prepare your house for when he comes over later to spend the night, a routine the two of you have been doing in secret for a while now. And of course, he's at fault for ruining the plan with his idiotic mouth.

When he doesn't respond, you turn around, smirking. "Nothing to say? I'm having fun here anyways, so it's better that I don't leave - "

He mumbles something that's barely audible, though you know exactly what he's trying to say. "Could you repeat that a little louder, please?" you tease him, cupping your ear with your hand, enjoying this way too much.

He swallows hard, avoiding your gaze by looking up at the ceiling. "I'm sorry," you mutters, through gritted teeth.

You tip his chin to make him face you, smiling. "Good boy. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Toji Fushiguro would rather be caught dead than be called a "good boy." But once again, it's proved that you are the exception.

[screampied]

i need to be in a room with them both 🧘‍♀️

[bbxkruger]

“Stop doing that.” He says firmly, glaring up at you from between your thighs before impatiently yanking you back down onto his face once more.

He had asked you if you’d try sitting on his face as you casually lay together in his bed. You were a little skeptical, a list of ways you could possibly hurt him immediately going through your head. What if you were too heavy? What if you got too into it and he couldn’t breathe? You saw someone on twitter once who accidentally hurt their partner’s neck doing this and they had to go to the hospital; and if that happened, you would probably kill yourself out of embarrassment.

It took everything in him not to laugh at how ridiculous you were being as you expressed your concerns, the only thing keeping him from teasing you was seeing the genuine worry on your face, scared that you would actually hurt him somehow by just sitting on his face. He took your hands, assuring you that absolutely nothing would go wrong, that no, you’re not heavy, you’re not going to smother him with your thighs or your pussy (which, honestly, was his goal, but he refrained from admitting this to prevent you from freaking out even more) that if he couldn’t breathe or if he felt something was wrong, he would immediately tell you or simply push you off of him.

“I’m a big boy, baby. You’re not gonna hurt me. I promise.”

He knew you were still doubtful as you hovered over his face, reluctant about lowering your weight. He tried to ignore his cock already hardening at the glorious sight of your cunt, slick and aching for his attention, hanging so close yet so far above him. But he knew he had to be patient, so he helped you ease into it by encouraging you to grind on his tongue a little as a start.

Tentatively, you barely lower your hips, shuddering slightly when his tongue meets the sensitive button between your legs. Once he feels the heat of your cunt weighing down on his face, the skin of your thighs on either side of his head, he feels like a bear caught in a honey trap. His eyes flutter with bliss once you twitch and cum in his mouth, nearly cumming in his boxers from the lovely sounds that leave your lips.

From there, it goes downhill. After you first cum you can barely hold yourself up, about to mount off of his face before you’re suddenly pulled back down, nearly squealing from his tongue zeroing in on your puffy clit, before stuffing itself back into your cunt. That was about ten minutes ago.

This time, his strong arms loop around your trembling thighs, keeping you firmly planted on his lips with no chance to pull away again. He can barely think, all of his senses overwhelmed with you. Your sweet scent, your addicting taste, your desperate, uncontrollable moans as he mercilessly laps at your leaking cunt. His encouraging and reassuring attitude immediately flew out the window once he stared to get into it. Not only were you hindering your pleasure by pulling away, but also his own!

“Stop pulling away, I swear to fucking god.” He warns in a breathless, hoarse voice, his pupils dilated as he looks up at you before burying his face into your pussy again. His warning fell onto deaf ears, as you were so far gone at this point you were a boneless, shaking mess on top of him. You didn’t even have the strength speak, merely gasping and whimpering for mercy, being only held up by his wide palms gripping your hips, easily balancing your weight and dragging your clit across his tongue; impatiently trying to coax more of your cum into his warm mouth.

[icysinner]

JESUS

[goatyuuji]

Tojikuna and Satosugu but it’s Toji and Gojo going apeshit crazy on curses and Sukuna and Geto watching them go wild from the sidelines…

Basically this:

[deviouz]

jason todd is a thick thigh and chubby tummy lover. i will not be accepting any criticism

[teddybeartoji]

toji with a younger s/o toji with a younger s/o what about toji with a s/o who's the same age as him???? not younger, not older – the same.

you get ready for work in the morning together, brushing your teeth side by side, groaning as you stretch your sore bodies. you return home almost at the exact same time and spend the first hour in comfortable silence as you shower together. both tired from your days, you rest your voices; scrubbing each others bodies and washing each other's hair – silent i love you's sinking into your your hands, your skin, your hearts.

then it's time to rant about your days – how neither of you are keeping up with the newest trends and whatever else the younger ones are currently talking about. but it's freeing – being able to laugh together at things like this, not having to surpress the subtle taste of bitterness of being old. but together it's not as scary, it's not as bad. it's fun.

you take turns of teasing one another whenever the other finds a gray hair, you get to choke out a laugh at the raised eyebrows and the glare, no matter which one of you is the joke of the moment. witty remarks about elderly homes are nothing new despite the fact that you are both more than far from any of that.

bedtime comes early – the clock hits ten and you both find yourselves back in your shared bedroom. finishing your skincare routine, you're always greeted with toji and his reading glasses scrolling on his phone as usual. he looks good. and he thinks you look good. he couldn't be happier to be your husband as you crawl under the sheets with him, your hand resting above his heart. he couldn't be happier to be with you. to be spending his 40's and his 50's and 60's and just his whole entire life with you. he couldn't be happier to be growing old with you.

[yuwuta]

the best stereotype to assign to toji is that he is the dude who is defensive about and honestly a little nerdy when it comes to grilling. he will guard that grill and he will deliver perfectly cooked hamburgers and steaks no you cannot help him and he knows he shouldn’t call it a “man’s job” but it’s his job and your job is to sit in the little beach chair he pulls out for you when it starts to get warm and sip your drink and keep him company and tell him what you think of the new spice rub he tried out and sure if you wanna kiss him on the cheek that's fine too he won’t object 

[salsakiyoomi]

"her hands were all over you, toji!"

"baby, i swear it was nothing." it was exhausting trying to reason with you when you're so angry, bit you're not only angry, you're hurt.

"she meant nothing to me." he tells you, attempting to soothe your worries.

it was a stupid fight over a stupid woman at the party the bother of you were at a few hours ago — it was a random woman toji had hooked up with before who still remembered him for some reason, for fuck's sake he couldn't even remember her name for the life of him.

you never fancied the idea that he used to sleep around before her met you, and you had your doubts that he still sleeps around.

"come on, sweetheart, look at me." he chides as you turn your back to him, your arms crossed and he can imagine the pout on your face.

"don't be like that," he tells you, taking a step closer and wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"how can i not be like that, toji?" you mumble, you really hated his history with women.

"because she meant nothing to me," he says "i don't even know who she is, i barely remember her name."

"what if i end up like her, then?" you ask "what if you end up barely remembering who i am too?"

"never." he answers immediately, "you mean more to me than that, baby."

you huff and he can tell your resolve is wavering as you turn around to face him and he places a kiss to your forehead, "you mean so much to me you have no idea." he tells you and it's true, you're his safe haven since everything.

"i love you," you mumble as he pecks your lips — you were everything to toji, everything. and so he truly means it when he says it back,

"i love you too."