Hcs Of Drunk Toji??

DHDJHDHJD IF YOU WROTE A SMUT FOR TOJI I THINK I WOULD PASS AWAY

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pairings: fushiguro toji x fem!reader

summary: he always finds a way to send you to heaven

warnings: NSFW/smut content ahead, 18+ only! strong/vulgar language, creampie, multiple orgasms, pet names

word count: 763

a/n: CONSIDER IT DONE BESTIE ✋🏼 TOJI REALLY IS SOMETHING ELSE (i added a touch of megumi in there cause i've been seeing fics like that EVERYWHERE so i hope that's okay <3) also please ignore the lack of actual plot in this and the fact that it's so short thank you 🙏🏼

Megumi pushes his spare hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide his quiet gasps from the commotion happening in the room. He rests his shoulder against the doorframe, hand clenched around his throbbing cock as he touches himself to the sound of your moans. His eyes pierce through the small crack in the door, trailing up your exposed body as his own father fucks you senseless, breath quickening every time you’d let out a cry of pleasure. He’d often watch you during training—when you’d bend over to pick something up, when your strong fingers would curl around your cursed weapon, and when you’d best anyone in a fight—and he often found himself fantasizing about what it’d be like to be able to touch your body, to have you moan his name, to have you as his… but it seems his father had beat him to it.

“You like that, doll?” Toji growls into your ear as he squeezes yet another orgasm out of you. You manage to acknowledge him with a small nod, your body trembling on his cock. He doesn’t wait for you to recover from your orgasm, he just begins to thrust up into you again, pulling your hair so your head is resting on his shoulder. Your mind is spinning into nothingness as he touches every part of your body, making sure not to miss a single spot that makes you cry out his name.

“F-fuck…please don’t stop.” You can’t see straight anymore, brain fogging over as Toji’s cock hits your sweet spot again and again and again, making your body shake with pleasure. You don’t know how he’s so good at what he does, there’s just something about the way he completely immerses you in overwhelming ecstasy that makes you begging him for more every time.

“Mmmm that’s it… just like that. You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” Toji continues to move as you clench down onto his cock, whimpering as his thrusts make every part of your body light up with passion. You can feel another orgasm building up inside your core as he reaches down and pinches your clit, and you reach back and grab onto his muscular biceps to help stabilize your shaking body.

“Toji, g-gonna cum.” You barely manage out a moan before your juices spray all over his thighs, causing him to halt his movements, briefly pulling out of your throbbing pussy. The emptiness is surprising, and your body collapses forward onto the bed in exhaustion—but you know he’s not done with you yet. Toji flips you over gently and kisses you lightly on your stomach, then your collarbone, then lastly your lips.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, so I’m gonna fill you up, alright doll?” He pushes into you again and begins to thrust slowly before picking up the pace. In this new position, you can see his eyes roaming up and down your body, stopping at his favourite spots—your marked collarbone, your tits, and the small scar just above your hip. He lets out a low groan and grips your waist, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he feels his own orgasm approaching. Your hundredth one of the night is coming as well, the knot in your core tightening and tightening with each thrust from the older Fushiguro. In a moment of desperation, you gaze longingly into Toji’s eyes and let out a whine.

“Please… please fill me up daddy.” The word is like a trigger in his brain that goes off as soon as the word leaves your swollen lips. He thrusts one last time before painting your walls white with his load, you following shortly after, the knot in your core finally snapping. Megumi grits his teeth as he coats his hand, imagining your walls wrapped around his cock, breath shaking as he tries to slow his pounding heart.

Toji leans over you and catches his breath for a moment, stroking your cheek lovingly as he watches your eyes drift open and closed in exhaustion. He pulls out and kisses your forehead, eyes searching for the towel he left somewhere. He grabs it off the back of his chair and drops it beside your body.

“I love you, darling. I’ll clean you up in a second, okay?” You give a hum of approval and wait for him to do whatever he needs to do. He walks away from the bed and to the door, making sure to stare down with a smirk at a flustered Megumi before closing—and locking—the door.

the squeezing is INSANE

you're gorgeous you're beautiful you look like linda evangelista

i need to do something to him

the way alex laughs…..

3:30 pt. 2

pt.1

dilf!toji, slight temp play (?), car blowjob, age gap, fem!reader, slight exhibitionism, lots of teasing

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“is the pistachio flavor even good?”

the older man side eyes you from the drivers seat, taking another bite of the pale green treat in his hand.

the mall parking lot is always quiet just before sunset. you watch as the sky casts soft hues of gold and orange over the corded muscles of his biceps and shoulders.

he’s.. gorgeous you think. even despite the permanent scowl on his face and how comically small the spoon he’s holding is compared to his massive hands.

“what, you wanna try or something?” he asks you, motioning for you to lean towards him.

a large hand settles on the base of your neck as the older man feeds you a spoonful of his ice cream, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb as you swallow down the bite.

toji pops the finger into his own mouth, chuckling with low eyes as he sucks the sugar from his skin.

“messy.”

“shut up.”

“you calling me a liar little girl?”

“hell yeah old man.”

you pause for a moment in spite of the butterflies in your chest, pondering the new flavor.

he scoffs as soon as your face screws up with a sour grimace.

better than whatever the fuck you got.” he laughs.

“there’s nothing wrong with black raspberry!” you say with a light shove to his chest. the older man catches your wrist with his own, pulling you towards his body and placing a playful bite to the junction of your neck.

you shiver hard at the contact, fighting the urge to groan at the feeling of his mouth on you. the beginning of a moan is quickly covered up with a laugh as you pull back.

you secretly hope he leaves a mark, teeth shaped indents in soft shades of blue and green you can run your fingers over later.

“fuck, you ok? cold?” he asks with a chuckle, running his warm hands down your sides. you shiver just as hard at the contact, mentally berating your body for giving your thoughts away so openly.

“sensitive huh.” you practically feel the sleazy grin forming on the older man’s, even without seeing it. you’re currently too preoccupied to focus on anything but the clear shape of his hard cock through his denim work pants.

“wanna park somewhere quiet and help this old man out?”

you’re embarrassed at how fast you nod.

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an animalistic groan erupts deep from within his chest at the feeling of your freezing cold mouth closing around his tip. toji winds a fist into your hair, guiding you up and down his hot length.

the roof of the dodge still lies open, exposing the two of you to the night air. you’re parked as far back as the lot goes, illuminated by what little light the street lamps cast on the two of you.

the seats of the car are pushed forward, giving you room to work in the back on your knees.

“fucking freak.” he mumbles, letting go of your hair to bring a zippo to the end of the cigarette pinched between his teeth. he tips his head back and blows smoke into the air, groaning at the cocktail of stimuli his body is receiving.

the older man pets your head as though to make up for his harshness, humming at the way you try to take him into your throat. toji attempts to ash his cigarette into the soupy remnants of your dessert, blowing more smoke into the evening air.

you release his tip with a cough, a sparkly line of saliva stretches from his cock to your swollen lips.

“mm don’t.” you tell him, leaning down to mouth at the thick vein that runs up from his base

“hm?” he hums absentmindedly, tucking your hair behind your ear with his free hand. a sharp “fuck” rings out as you start bobbing your head again.

“why’s that baby?”

“use the ashtray.” you tell him sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to his weeping tip. “cleaner.”

“cleaner huh?” he teases. the older man gathers your hair into a ponytail at the base of your skull, stopping to massage your scalp with deft fingers. he takes a short drag and blows the smoke directly in your face, chuckling at your sour expression.

“wanna take that sweater off for me?” he asks, looking down at you with dark eyes.

you nod, raising your arms as he helps you out of your uniform. you wince at the bite of the night time air on your back, upper half exposed to the world.

toji palms at one of your tits with his hand, pinching your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your bra.

“cute.” he mumbles, fixated on the weight of your breast between his fingers.

“open.” he tells you, grabbing his cock by the base and holding it out for you. you stick out your tongue immediately, arching your back to get a better angle.

he slaps the head of his cock on your tongue twice before reaching for your thighs. the slap that lands just below your ass bounces off of the pavement and rings through the lot.

you take him back into your mouth without being asked, relaxing your throat to accommodate his thick length. the man above you rewards you by flipping up your already tiny skirt, thumbing the lacey fabric that covers your little slit.

“fuck.” he groans, sinking back into his seat and reaching to stroke his length. “fuck, i’m gonna bust.”

you whine at the loss of sensation on your pussy but quickly pull back, silently requesting his release.

“ohhh?” he chuckles darkly. “you want it on your face then? you want my seed on your fucking face?”

you nod with a sickeningly innocent giggle, replacing his hand on his length with your smaller one.

you stroke him to completion, gasping at the milky ropes that flow over your knuckles and down the length of your wrist. toji holds you in place with a hand on your crown and slaps his cock against your face, smearing his release over your lips and cheek.

“say thank you toji.” he tells you, flicking the butt of his cigarette onto the pavement.

“hm’ thank you toji.”

you press a final kiss to his milky tip.

MAMA'S BOY dad!toji + mom!reader + baby!megumi + mentions of sex? + mostly fluff + favoritism + reader gets called mama + you're tojis wifey. word count — 300 (very short) english is not my first language! MDNI. made by @/minawobii

Megumi always prefered mama instead of papa.

"Buaaaaahhh!" the baby started crying as Toji helded him on his arm.

"Why the hell are you crying now?!" Toji growled and looked at Megumi panicked.

"Ahh, whats wrong with my little 'gumi?" You cooed and helded Megumi from Toji, pulling him closer to her chest. "Shh, shh." You calmed him down, and he stopped crying while Toji looked with a shocked face.

When Megumi was little, he would always want to cuddle up with you and get all snuggled in yout lap. Even when he was a teenager and starting to grow taller and bigger, he still found comfort in his your comforting presence.

If Toji ever got angry or mad at Megumi, Megumi would immediately go crying to you and ask you to protect him from his father's wrath. He knew that you would always have his back and stand by him no matter what, you and Megumi were invincible together.

If Megumi ever had nightmares or bad dreams as a child, he would always run to his your room and beg you to comfort him. Toji would roll his eyes, because he didn't liked to be interrupted when he was about to finger his wife.

When Toji wanted Megumi to do something he didn't want to do, Megumi would often turn to his mother for help and ask if you could convince his father to change his mind. Toji would complain about you two making a plan against him!

Megumi's 12 years old and he's just gotten cut by a rusty nail, bleeding profusely. You are is panicked and about to rush him to the hospital. His dad, Toji, walks into the room, completely stoic and unreadable in his expression.

Megumi shouts, "I want mama! I want mama!" He doesn't want to be comforted by his cold, distant dad at all.

hi! idk if ur requests are open but if it is, how about y/n doing Tojis skincare?? overall fluff tehee thank uuu

Okay so I had two requests very similar surrounding the idea of Toji & skin care routines so im gonna mix em together, I hope you don't mind!! <3

Cw: just fluff <3

↳ much like the manicure incident – toji is extremely reluctant to go near your facial creams, especially after he's seen the array of pastel greens and pinks adorning your porcelain countertop

↳ You're doing your regular night routine; soft skin covered in an olive cream while you rub a birthday cake scented lotion into the skin of your arms gently when Toji walks into the bathroom behind you, pulling his shirt off in the process

↳ as you listen to him shuffle around in the walk-in closet an idea strikes you; and Toji, knowing you all too well, gives a heavy sigh as he pulls up his pyjama bottoms

↳ "What is it, brat?" you can hear the faux annoyance in his voice

↳ "I didn't even do anything!" you whine through a sheepish smirk, watching the dried face mask crack around your smile

↳ Toji makes his way behind you, scratching at his lower tummy below his night shirt as you push your frog bath headband back up, pushing your hair behind your ears.

↳ He reached a hand around to cup at the top of the headband, pressing a kiss to the back of your head as you giggle

↳ "I know, i know," he teases through another sigh, "now, what is it?"

↳ You're quiet for a few seconds; debating how to ask him to join in on your nightly facial routine, much less convince him

↳ Toji plays with the hem of your pj shorts heedlessly as you watch yourself in the mirror

↳ "willyoudoafacemaskwithme?" you mumble quickly

↳ "no."

↳ your face falls almost instantly, "why not?", voice cracking in a whine

↳ "Cus," he doesn't bother to look at you, running his toothbrush under tap as you bump your head into his shoulder with a pitched groan

↳ "That's not fair," you sniffle softly, feet cold against the black tiles of your bathroom, "or nice." since when was your bathroom so cold

↳ Toji sighs and you know you've won, smiling excitedly when he ushers a tired, "fine..."

↳ "Yes!" you bounce off his arm and hurry to your bag of facial creams and scrubs

↳ Toji watches you cautiously – and its in this moment he comes to terms with the fact that he's whipped; slowly brushing his teeth as you scramble about the small yellow cosmetic bag he'd bought you when he saw you coo over the small teddy bear decal

↳ with a content giggle, you turn to him as he spit into the sink, drying his mouth with a towel as he looks over the array of pink and green filled bottles - narrowing his eyes at the cute designs decorating the packaging of each product; almost as if they were teasing him

↳ you pull him into your bedroom, directing him to sit on the bench at the foot of your bed as you place your bag of chosen creams onto the duvet of your bed

↳ "head up," you motion with your chin, grabbing your teddy bear headband you pushed it over his head, small fluffy ears sitting right atop his hairline

↳ "awhhh!" You smile so wide your eyes scrunch up with your bubbled cheeks

↳ "try not to look too excited." Toji rolls his eyes, leaning back against the end of the bed and watching as you lather some of the green gel onto your hands, gently rubbing them together before massaging the cold substance into his rough cheeks

↳ his stubble tickles your fingers as the cream begins to sud, already creating a healthy glow around his tired expression

↳ "all done!" You raise your hands with a chirpy smile, rushing to the bathroom to rinse your hands off

↳ making you way back into your bedroom, you'd grabbed your phone from your bed before crawling up the cold duvet up to the headboard

↳ "c'mere," you motioned for Toji to follow

↳ he took a seat next to you, both of your backs resting against the pillows that were still stet from when you'd made the bed that morning

↳ "so how long do I have to keep this shit on?" Toji groaned, scratching at his shoulder before dropping his hand into his lap roughly

↳ rolling your eyes, you pulled your timer up on your phone, setting the correct time before opening up your camera

↳ "fifteen minutes–"

↳ "fifteen minutes?!"

↳ "yes, now be quiet and take some photos with me."

↳ "Jesus Christ."

↳ you took a practice photo of the two of you; soft animal headbands complimenting one another and faces covered in a healthy green cream

↳ "Toji you're so cute!"

↳ he didn't reply, crossing his arms over his chest as you continued to pose, the synonymous click! Of the camera echoing about the flaxen lit room

↳ by the time the timer went off, you'd taken so many photos you had a low storage notification – making you smile as you scrolled through the numerous amounts of photos of the two of you

↳ jumping up from the bed, you hurried to the bathroom to soak two towels before making your way into the bedroom again

↳ throwing the damp towel at Toji you began to wipe the caked product from your cheeks

↳ he copied your actions, heading to the bathroom to watch as the olive mask peeled from his tan skin, leaving behind a healthy glow

↳ the two of your rinsed your faces off once more before heading to bed, Toji spooning you as you spoke softly to him

↳ "Can we do that again? I had so much fun tonight."

↳ toji smiled in the soft darkness of the room, a large hand coming up to run down the length of your arm gently

↳ "ill think about it."

Yeah, he's whipped

being choso‘s baby

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