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[tojislittleprincesss]

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⛧☾༒︎ 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ༒︎☽⛧

Sukuna x Reader, Toji x Reader

Summary ๋࣭ ⭑⚝"Almost six months after meeting him, I had finally managed to escape. At least that's what I thought, hidden in that alley, holding my breath and waiting for the search party to get further away from my spot. But this city was his, he had eyes everywhere. I needed to leave as far away as I could."

Warnings ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Explicit language, sexual explicit scenes, sexual assault, drugs and alcohol, explicit violent scenes, gun violence, emotional and physical manipulation, dub-con, mentions of cults, blood and blood play, knife play.

Word count ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 28k (in progress)

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more & @cafekitsune

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 3

“Where’s Brad?” I sit up, wrapping the jacket tighter around me.

The pink haired man and his friend looked at one another and smirked. I noticed the first one didn’t have his jacket anymore and my cheeks flushed. He then stared at me, head tilted to the side.

“Why? You miss him?” He smirked. His voice was pure sensuality and devilish. “Thought we were doing you a favor,” he said as he dropped heavily on the couch next to me.

“I… Thank you,” I breathed, glancing at the ice pack on the couch.

“I was messing with you, no need to thank us,” he sat back, winking at me. “I won’t let a rapist inside my club.”

“Oh, you’re… right,” I sighed, a little relieved. “I’m friends with Ben and Amy, I’m here with them tonight,” I stuttered, unable to focus on anything but his eyes. I had never seen a pair of brown eyes that looked like that, an odd shade, almost red.

“I know,” he nodded, eyebrows raised. “You weren’t the only one staring earlier, right, Toji?” The pink haired man readjusted the rolled up sleeves of his black shirt, showing off more lines tattooed around his wrists, the blood on his knuckles had already dried.

“Right,” Toji replied stoically, leaning against the wall across from the couch. I felt cornered by two predators.

“Forgive him, he doesn’t talk much,” the man next to me smirked playfully at his friend.

“And you talk way too fucking much, Sukuna,” Toji spat back. Reading between the lines, I understood that these two went way back. Just like Amy and I. Opposites yet inseparable. Both snickered at their inside joke and I took that as my cue.

“I should go back to the party, let them know I’m okay,” I tried to stand up but both my nerves and the head injury got the best of me.

Sukuna’s strong arms were around me in a heartbeat, gently helping me back on the couch. The proximity between our two bodies instantly raised mine’s temperature, mostly because of the feel of his skin against mine. His jacket smelled good but the source of that scent itself was intoxicating.

“They know you’re here,” he reassured me, now sitting right next to me, so close I felt his breath brushing my cheek. “And you shouldn’t move. We have someone on their way to check that injury,” he grabbed the ice pack and gently replaced it at the back of my head. “Hold that for me, okay?” He smirked again, my heart missing a beat, making me wonder if he knew how to give a simple smile.

My hand cupped his hesitantly as I placed it over the ice pack, but instead of withdrawing his completely, he replaced it over mine, his gigantic palm firmly keeping both my hand and the pack in place. My cheeks warmed up as I looked away, still too conscious of Toji’s inquisitive look on me.

“You’re lucky I wasn’t busy tonight,” a woman said as she crashed into the room, breaking the ongoing tension, looking bored and annoyed already.

She was a small, elegant looking girl with bags under her eyes so dark you could’ve mistaken them for smudged makeup. Her overall look screamed casual, not detached but rather in a ‘I don’t give a fuck anymore’ way.

“We both know you have no social life other than Toji, me and the guy who sells cigarettes down your street, Shoko,” Sukuna said mockingly, readjusting the cold pouch against the back of my head, my hand still trapped under his.

“Fuck you too, Kuna,” the woman named Shoko replied as she came towards me. “I usually deal with injuries on dead people but I can make a few exceptions. What happened?” She asked, looking at both men, not at me.

“I-” I began, thinking that I was being asked. I was wrong.

“Our friend Elle here had an unfortunate encounter in the bathroom, someone knocked her against the wall and her head hit rather hard,” Sukuna chimed in, the sound of my name momentarily bringing me back to reality. Shoko shook her head.

“The girl can speak for herself, surely,” she muttered, but if the two men heard her, they didn’t comment. “Can you move over? I need to examine her,” she said clearly to Sukuna who only removed the ice pack from my head and sat back, arms splayed out as Toji kept watching us all like a hawk.

“Surely you can do it from here,” he nodded at her, not moving an inch.

I noticed her jaw tensing up ever so slightly before she turned to me and silently asked for my consent before doing her job. While she gently felt the back of my head and flashed a light in my eyes, I couldn’t help but take glances at the two men in the room with us.

Everything was surreal, why would they bother with me at all? Why not just call for an ambulance and send me away? How the fuck did they know my name? Why wasn’t I allowed some privacy as I was being asked about my symptoms? The questions kept coming as Shoko - who smelled like forbidden chemicals and tobacco - stepped away from me at last.

“You should be good to go, get some rest tonight and see your usual doctor if that headache doesn’t fade in the next twenty four hours,” she put away her flashlight and fished out a cigarette from her pocket. “Kuna, Toji,” she nodded politely before heading out, the door closing behind her reviving the tension in the room.

“I’ll call an Uber for you,” Sukuna said with a smirk, standing up to get his phone from a table nearby.

“Wait,” I raised my hand. “I’m thankful you two took care of my situation but I’m here to celebrate with my friends, I’m not leaving yet,” I frowned, feeling the headache fading already.

“You’re not going back,” Sukuna said, typing away on his phone.

“All due respect, that’s not your decision to make,” I stood my ground and stood up carefully. I snatched my sash and headed for the door.

But before I could lay a hand on the knob, an overly massive arm blocked it. I stepped back instinctively, looking up at an annoyed Toji. He towered over me like a mountain, his piercing gaze even scarier up close. Sukuna chuckled behind me.

“You heard her, she wants to go,” he said mockingly and I wondered if he ever got serious at all, that smirk seemed to be a permanent feature on his face.

Toji kept staring at me, his jaw tense and his eyes scanning mine before he eventually removed his arm from the door and even opened it for me. Somehow, I sensed the annoyance in his gesture - he was offended.

Well, so was I.

“You know you didn’t have to get rid of Brad if you were going to act like two patronizing assholes too,” I spat before strutting out, a little worried they’d come after me too.

* Half an hour later, after telling Amy many, many times that I was okay and after insisting I would sit in our booth just to be sure, I was about to give up and go home. The entire night had been exhausting and all I wanted was the comfort of my bed.

Amy and Ben were still very much awake, not showing any tiredness signs. My head was still sore but it was definitely improving. I had been sipping sparkling water, witnessing everyone around me getting drunk, including my best friend who still came around every ten minutes to make sure I wasn’t fainting. To sum it up? I was bored out of my mind. All I could think about was the two men who had saved my ass only to act like entitled assholes about it. I made sure never to look up at the damn balcony above us, but I felt like they were watching me.

My feeling only got confirmed a couple of minutes later when Ben cheered loudly out of the blue. I shrunk in my seat, trying to become invisible but the group was too close to the booth for me to ignore them. I looked up from my glass, only to see crimson eyes staring back at me as Ben hugged their owner.

Amy came to sit next to me and held my hand as Ben and Sukuna - followed closely by his massive bodyguard - joined us in the booth. I pressed Amy’s hand, a desperate attempt to make her understand my situation, but she only pressed it back and grinned happily. She was way past drunk, so I let that one slide.

“How are you feeling, Elle?” Sukuna asked, that smirk still glued to his lips. I ignored how perfect they looked and smiled politely.

“Much better, thank you,” I replied, a little too harshly. I still had no idea how he knew my name. He had probably checked the guest list Ben had given to him, or asked either of my friends earlier. Stalker. He turned to Amy.

“Your friend here refused to take an Uber earlier, even if she felt tired and had a headache from her injury,” he aimed his shot and hit the bullseye because I saw Amy’s eyes widening instantly.

“What?” She shrieked, looking at me, overly concerned. She’d make an incredible mother.

“That’s right, I offered but she insisted on staying,” Sukuna sat back and I saw his lips trembling ever so slightly. The manipulative bastard was trying not to laugh.

“Elle, it’s my party,” Amy said, a hand over her chest. “And I want you to go home to rest. I can’t have my maid of honor at the hospital for the big day,” to my horror, she turned to Sukuna and smiled at him. “Can you please call that Uber for her? I’ll pay for it if-” “No need, my dear. It’s already paid for and waiting outside,” he looked at her for a second before turning to me, all traces of sass gone from his face. This wasn’t an offer anymore. It was a threat.

“Come on, Elle, I’ll take you and you better text me when you get home,” Amy got up, no idea how given her state and gently pulled on my hand to drag me along.

“I’m fine, Amy. I can stay a little longer,” I said to my friend but she shook her head vehemently, leading me towards the stairs.

“You heard your friend, she wants you healthy for her wedding,” Sukuna stood up as well and walked Amy and I out of the VIP section.

I held onto my best friend’s hand tightly, focused on my feet as I walked downstairs. However, my safety net didn’t last long. Not ten steps down, someone called for Amy and, in her drunken haze, she promised she’d be back later.

“You can hold onto me,” Sukuna’s smirked reappeared in the club’s lights, mischievous and threatening as he offered his hand. “Toji wouldn’t mind either.”

I looked on the other side and saw the mountain standing a couple of steps above us. I smacked Sukuna’s hand away and kept heading downstairs, ignoring them both. They clearly didn’t care about my consent or my decisions, I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of being polite or even acknowledge them at all.

We passed by the lobby and I headed for the desk to grab my jacket and purse, impatient to get the Hell away from my new friends. When the clerk appeared with my belongings, the pink haired man took them from him and handed me my purse before holding out the jacket to slip it around my shoulders.

For a second, I held his gaze, defiant, wanting to rip my free will back from his greedy hands. Whatever he saw in me had him entertained, no doubts about it. But the defiance triggered that dark look I had caught a glimpse of earlier at the booth. And that look did two things to me. Scared and turned me the fuck on. Annoyed, I snatched my jacket from his hand and hurried to the front door, my heels clicking on the black, shiny tiles. The faster I’d be away from him and the quiet one, the better.

The June night was chilly still and I regretted not wearing my jacket but I wouldn’t let either of them win. I was too damn stubborn for that. A single black car was waiting by the driveway so I assumed it was the Uber and headed for it, only to be stopped by a warm and strong hand holding me back by the arm.

Sukuna spun me around, my body pressed tightly against his, one arm wrapped around my waist as his other hand gently caressed my cheek and his thumb brushed my lower lip. I was frozen, unable to move or look away from his softened gaze and the lines inked on his face. He looked mesmerized and mirroring my own fascination, he grinned and bit his lower lip.

“We’ll be seeing you soon, Elle,” he whispered, intoxicating before gently removing my hands from his chest.

Realizing I had been holding onto him this whole time, I frowned and abruptly stepped away, staring at him and Toji, both looking very amused. The annoyance took over again, leading me back to the war waiting for me.

I didn’t look at either of them as I jumped in the Mercedes, or when I slipped on my jacket at last. But as the car drove away, my curiosity got the best of me and I discreetly checked through the tinted windows, only to see both men - one with his hands in his pockets, the other with his arms crossed over his chest - staring back at the car as I headed home, away from the weirdest - and hottest encounter of my entire life.

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[tojislittleprincesss]

@goreandbunnies @sweetlandspos on reste dans le thème cute dad toji 💖

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Toji loves the cookie dough a little too much.

Warnings: Fluff

*This is for my secret santa in my server🫶 they specifically put down toji for the character they'd like so i was in luck🙂‍↕️

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“Stop eating the cookie dough!” You scold Toji as he sneaks some of the dough. It wouldn’t matter if it was only a little bit, but you’re not sure that you’ll end up with cookies at this rate. 

“You can’t blame me– Itssogood.” He responds with a mouthful of cookie dough, and you roll your eyes. You should’ve known Toji had something up his sleeve when he offered to do something– Toji never offers to help out.

“They’re for Santa! Megumi is going to be upset if he only sees one cookie for Santa.” You slap his hand away when Toji reaches for more. Toji whines, rubbing the spot that your hand just hit as if it actually hurt. 

“I’m Santa anyway. If I want to eat them now then–” He begins but you shush him before he can say another word. You know that Megumi has very big ears whenever it’s convenient. The last thing you need is to explain to him that Santa is not in fact some random guy that leaves presents, but his father.

You’re looking around the place, looking for traces of the little guy, and Toji takes the opportunity to sneak some of the dough. You look back at Toji, seeing a devilish smirk on his face as he slowly chews.

“I hope you get salmonella.” You tell him, and a frown comes to his face. He sticks his tongue out at you before walking away.

“Guess my help is not needed then.” He says, as if you were in dire need of him. He joined you in the kitchen unprompted, and started eating your hard work as if it were nothing.

“It never was.” You respond, and he scoffs. You decide to not tell him anything else, opting out of some more bickering. Instead, you’ll just make some more cookie dough. 

You turn your back to the bowl, going to the pantry to grab the sugars and flours again. You should’ve known better than to do that when Toji’s nearby. When you turn around, the bowl is gone, and so is Toji.

“Toji, this isn’t funny!” You yell before sighing. You dust off your hands on your apron before walking away from the kitchen and beginning the search for your husband. How can a man his size be so sneaky?

You begin in the living room, then go to your bedroom, until you end up in Megumi’s bedroom. The child is guarding the closet, immediately giving away his father’s hiding spot.

“Come here, Toji, Toji, Toji.” You call out as you walk to the closet. You take slow steps that make Megumi tremble in fear. You smile at the child when you’re in front of him, telling him, “Move out of the way.”

“Santa’s not coming if you open the closet.” Megumi repeats the threat that his father used, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Oh, Megumi, Santa’s not coming if your daddy eats all the cookie dough.” You respond, which makes the child’s eyes well up with tears. He isn’t sure what to do, he’s only five… This is a hard decision to make. Should he listen to you or his father? He just wants new toys, he shouldn’t be put through this.

In the end, Megumi steps aside, letting you open the closet. You slowly open the door that makes you see Toji in a completely different light.

“It’s not that good.” You say as you snatch the bowl out of the man’s strong hands. Toji glares at the little snitch that’s next to you before looking at you.

“Leavemealone!” He has a mouthful of it in his mouth. Toji is not the type to care for sweets, so this is weird for you.

“Get out of there, Toji. How the hell did you even fit in there?” You question, and Toji rolls his eyes. 

“Life finds a way.” Toji responds as he attempts to get out of the tiny closet. He won’t lie, getting in was much easier than pulling out– It’s not the first time in his life it happens, it’s how he ended up with Megumi and how you had a pregnancy scare last week. But he’ll find a way.

“Do you want a batch, baby?” You question, and Toji nods as he struggles to get out. “See, all you had to do was ask.”

“Why didn’t you offer since the beginning?”

“Why would I?” You respond, and he clicks his tongue. He falls on his ass in the closet, and he can almost cry. He’s hit rock bottom, and all because of some cookie dough. You’re trying not to laugh as you watch him. Instead, you choose to be helpful by asking, “You need me to call the fire department?”

“Life finds a way.” He repeats.

“Yeah, let me call the fire department.”

[tojislittleprincesss]

sibling au nation we are so back

[tojislittleprincesss]

« so… you want a boy or a girl? » sounds terribly orgasmic idk why

★ all night long

contents ★ husband!toji x fem!reader, established relationship, fluff, suggestive (+17 only) with an implication of having another baby, usage of petnames, inspired by this tiktok trend

back: jjk m.list

“hey babe, let’s do this.” you call toji over to film a tiktok with you. you show him the video in which strong, men easily carry their lovers with their arms and have them sit on their shoulders.

you finally have some free time for yourself after you successfully manage to put baby megumi to sleep, so you’ve thought that this is a great opportunity to do something fun with your husband.

“you know that’s like light work to me.” you can see that toji is starting to get a little excited about it, you know he’ll never miss an opportunity to flaunt his strength while showing you off to everyone. to him, letting every single person know that you belong to no one else but him is a must.

you put your phone on the stand as you set the timer and immediately go stand right before toji as you feel his hands rest on the sides of your waist. he uses his muscular arms to carry you ever so easily as you’re swiftly lifted up and placed gently on his shoulder.

“enjoyin’ the view from up there, sweetheart?” toji lifts his head up to face you, a mischievous smirk is plastered across his face.

“very. you look even more handsome from up here.” you cup his face in your hands as your thumbs softly caress his cheeks. his mischievous smirk grows even wider and his eyes begin to darken slightly, and you surely take notice of that and you know more than anyone that he’s definitely onto something.

and before you know it, you’re now being carried in his arms princess style as he heads towards your shared bedroom and throws you onto the soft mattress of your bed as toji lays himself on top of you and starts passionately kissing every inch of your face and neck. you smile at the tickling sensation as your arms wrap themselves around him, allowing him to kiss you even deeper.

“oh baby, do you even know how beautiful you look right now?” he stops momentarily and takes his time to admire your flushed, dazed face that looks so insanely tempting to him.

your heart starts racing as he begins to take off his shirt, exposing his muscular, sculptured like body to you and you absentmindedly bite your lower lip at the heavenly sight of your husband that you can never get enough of.

“you’re surely liking what you see, aren’t ya?” toji whispers against your ear and his low, husky voice sends shivers down your spine as you feel your ears getting hot and red. which gets him even more riled up.

“we’re gonna be makin’ love all night long that’ll result in little megumi getting a baby sibling.” he says as his hands give your waist a squeeze. “so… you want a boy or a girl?”

and you best believe that toji is about to make you spend the most thrilling night of your life.

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[tojislittleprincesss]

I neglected you- but thanks to the threesome fic by @screampied I realized your worth. Forgive me 🧎‍♀️

[tojislittleprincesss]

“Nuhuh.”

“Yuhuh.”

“Nuhuh.”

“Yuhuh.”

“Nuhuh.”

“Yuh—“

“Good lord! Will both of you stop, please?!” You ask loudly, fingers digging into your temples.

Your husband and Megumi had been arguing back and forth for the last 45 minutes.

You were sitting at the kitchen counter, just trying to enjoy some tea and read your newest book.

But the sound of their constant voices—slowly growing louder and louder—makes your head begin to thump.

“Then tell him you love me more!” Satoru huffs.

“She’s not gonna say that because she loves me more.” Megumi sticks his tongue out and the snowy haired man.

You have to fight the smirk pulling at your lips as you watch your husband and the small boy stare each other down.

Both have their arms folded across their chests. Brows furrowed into a deep scowl as they eye each other.

Besides the hair colour, Megumi looks and is acting like a mini Satoru.

“She reads to me every night and kisses my forehead before I go to sleep.” Megumi waggles his head at Satoru sassily.

“Oh yeah? Well she sleeps in my bed with me aaallll night long.” Satoru snaps back.

“She makes lunch for me everyday.” Megumi grins.

“She makes lunch for me too.” Satoru narrows his eyes at the boy.

“That’s not a brag, dude. You’re like 40 and can’t make your own lunch.” Megumi snorts.

“I am not 40!” Satoru begins raising his voice.

“Enough!” You snap at them.

Both males stop immediately. Pulling their lips together in silence, arms dropping and standing straight, realising they’re in trouble now.

“Listen, I love both of you equally but in very different ways. Ok?” You sigh. “Now cut out the arguing and let me read my book in peace.”

“Fine.” They both huff, arms crossing their chests again.

“I was wrong about you looking 40.” Megumi whispers to Satoru, making him look down at the boy with a raised brow.

“You look closer to 50!” He snickers.

“HOLLOW PUR—“

“Satoru Gojo!” You boom.

“He started it!!”

A/N: just some silliness from my brain

[tojislittleprincesss]

this fic was so 🔥🔥🔥

just read the toji and shiu fic I think I actually just busted

OH HELLYEAH

thank you, kitten 💆‍♀️ may you have a beautiful day full of healthy orgasms and cold-sided pillows 💓

[tojislittleprincesss]

older bf toji kisses your pussy over your panties before leaving for work and says "i'll take care of it when i'm back".

[tojislittleprincesss]

faut pas rebloguer des trucs pareil en période d’ovulation ❌ je sais pas gérer ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[tojislittleprincesss]

Hey beautiful I am sorry if this offends you but I find you really attractive and I’d like you to be my sugar baby just letting you know my intentions incase you will be interested... we could talk terms and weekly allowance later .... just basically paying for your time. dm me if you’re interested ❤️❤️

already owned by satoru gojo sorry

[tojislittleprincesss]

One day, we will talk about Charles Leclerc. His vibe is so Choso coded. One day.

[tojislittleprincesss]

remember when mappa did this and thousands of hoes died of explosive ovulation (me).

ik he a munch. and don’t care if you’re shaved or not. real men eat all types of pussies.

[tojislittleprincesss]

touching your wolf bf's teeth........................................... he's trying to be so patient with you but fuck, it's hard. your eyes are so big and wide and you smell so good and your lips are parted and you keep licking them in excitement and he can see your chest rising and falling a little faster than usual and you're resting your hand on his thigh as you inch closer and closer to him and it's all getting him worked up way more than he'd like to admit.

you drag the pads of your fingers over his teeth and gasp quietly when you finally reach the sharpest ones. your nails dig into his leg muscles and a low growl rumbles in his chest – he doesn't miss the way you squeeze your thighs together at the sound. your eyes meet and the surge of electricity that runs through your body at the sight of his lust-filled eyes is intoxicating.

but he doesn't push you, he let's you take it at your own pace, no matter how tight his pants are getting. when you gently push at his lips, he tugs them back in order to show off his fangs. pride blooms inside him at your awestruck expression and a kind of hunger settles deep inside his stomach – his mouth salivates at the thought of your taste.

a bite wouldn't hurt, right?

[tojislittleprincesss]

!!! Omg thank you sweetie it's an honor 🩷🎀🥺

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positivity train!

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[tojislittleprincesss]

Carving

been a very long time since I've done a full rendering