On The Bed, On The Couch, Bent Over The Kitchen Counter, By The Fireplace, Against The Wall, In The Shower,

i can see the hurt in his eyes lmfaoo 😭😭

why is it immediately broken 🥺

Aftercare with Toji ♡

Headcanons! MDNI

Soft hours <3

Toji always gives you a final slap on your already flushed out ass, almost as if he's finalizing his job well done.

He fumbles to grab his phone off the nightstand, shaking hands opening the camera and positioning your almost lifeless body, taking another flick for his private gallery of only you.

"You okay, baby?" He finally speaks out after he gains back his breath, leaning over you and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Toji will not let you out of bed after you fuck. "No, no stay still. Just lay there and look real pretty f'me, okay?"

Will definitely run a bath for you on a night when he isn't too tired out. He'll sit behind you, thick fingers previously used to turn you to slush, de-tangling your knotted up hair.

When he is too tired, he still trudges you over to the bathroom, letting you take care of your business before carrying you back to bed.

Loves to make you so fucked out that the only thing you can do is cling to him as he cleans you up.

Dresses you in only his huge, oversized clothes. He had a pair of boxers that you wore once months ago and from then on, they became yours.

One time, he almost cried after you insisted on giving him aftercare, saying, "You took such good care of me, you deserve it." He'd never felt more vulnerable than he did as you wiped the cum off of his body and replaced it with your soft lips and butterfly kisses.

Makes sure to cuddle you to sleep after every rough scene, a silent way of showing how much he loves you, and telling you he didn't mean all the mean things he said.

"Aw baby, look... you're bruising."

If you ever use your safe word, he silently backs away, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. He doesn't talk until you put your arms around his shoulders and assure him that you're okay.

"I'm sorry baby, I really didn't mean to go too far... you know I'd never really hurt you, right?"

Cherishes the silence of when the two of you just lay in the afterglow, feeling each other's bodies with no confines.

Always tells you how proud he is of you as he cleans you up <3

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

mk but toji just dropping everything for u. like his world revolves around u, and if there is the possibility of a slight inconvenience in ur life? he’s there to stop it. just doting toji>>>

Ugh yes I love the idea of him being overprotective and doting on you>>>>

Cw: just fluff pretty much

You're having a bad day? Toji's picking you up from college and driving you to get ice cream all while letting you use the aux to play your music.

Feeling sick? He's taking you up to bed, closing the curtains and wrapping you up in a heated blanket before making you some tea, fit with drizzled honey along with your puppy decaled ice pack and a bowl of soup. He spends the rest of the day curled up with you in bed, stroking your clammy skin and keeping you warm as you shiver in his arms.

Someone upsets you at work? Hes showing up at your office building less than 10 minutes after you text him – he's already talking to your boss when you come out of the restroom and you feel so embarrassed until Toji walks over to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Someone does that shit again, you tell me immediately." Silver eyes locked on your wide ones, you merely reply with a "yes, sir." Before he's kissing you gently and walking out the door, "I'll see you at home, kid."

You're just not having a good day? Toji's snuggling with you all day, holding you in his lap and feeding you cereal while the two of you watch your favorite show

just Toji being a doting boyfriend >>>>

hcs of drunk toji??

omg i haven’t done a hc in sooo long.

but drunk toji would be a FORCE.

for one, he’s always down to fuck you

usually toji’s rough during sex but for some reason when he’s drunk he’s more…sensual ??

you’d swear he’d taken one of those ecstasy pills from the gas station with the way he’d come back home ready to break your back in

toji could usually be between your legs for hours on end, but being drunk literally keeps him from getting lock jaw ?? he built weird idk

but expect to cum at least six times in a night if toji’s ever home drunk

if you guys are out, he’s quick to get staticky

like that man is ready to rumble ! especially bout you okayyy

you’d excuse yourself from the table to grab him a water from the bar only to come back to see your mutual friends holding toji back

“the fuck is going on?!”

“some dick was making jabbs at you when you walked away. said some nasty shit and now i wanna knock his fucking teeth in.”

you’d sigh and grab your man’s hand because you could already feel the bouncers coming over and adding onto the problem

but truth be told you only left for their safety, not toji’s. cuz that nigga will take on three bouncers (and win??) if need be

soooo much more affectionate when he’s drunk

like it’s so weird because you’re usually used to nonchalant & stoic toji (he clearly cares for u but shows it in small gestures like fixing ur car or hugging you tight at night) so his newfound affection was different

drunk toji could not stop touching you

you’d be in the kitchen preparing water and tylenol to give him and he’d be 2 seconds behind you with his hand slipping into your slut shorts (as he’d call them bc ur asscheeks hung out out them—he loved them tho)

before you did let him touch you though, you’d force him to eat two slices of bread in hopes of ‘soaking up the alcohol’ as you’d call it (it really works, idc)

toji would sit there and pout like a six year old in timeout as he’d slowly eat the fresh bread as you stared at him with crossed arms.

when you finally let him touch you, the man knows how to finger you, okay !!

like toji doesn’t even think about his own self pleasure when he’s drunk. he usually never does even sober but when he’d drunk, the only thing on his mind is eating phat ma till you’re crying over him

like his finger rotation movement so far deep in your cunt is absolutely UNMATCHED

if toji didn’t pay attention to your body and its reactions during sex when he was sober, he watched you like a MAGNIFYING GLASS when he fingered/fucked you

he loves watching your fucked out expressions

if drunk toji isn’t being sexual, he’s a lot more talkative if not both

he’d force you to cuddle with him even if its just on the couch and would mutter sweet nothings in your ear late at night

“‘m gonna take such care of you when we get married. more than i do now.”

“you’re so good to me. what i do to deserve you, mama.”

“gonna give you my babies soon. bet you’d like that.”

you’d look down to give into his promises, only to smile when you’d find him fast asleep on your chest.

“ And we put this one here” says the man in a softer and smoother tone, with a unique timbre that contradicts his image.

His tall, muscular figure stands next to the petite one of his son, intent on watching in amazement as the eldest man platters some fruit.

“ Mom eats a lot” Megumi comments and looks up at Toji, giggling at his own words.

The right side of Toji's lips turn up, also highlighting the small scar while holding back a smile. “ Don't tell her or she'll be offended. Come.” Toji takes the little one from under his armpits and helps him wash his sticky hands.

“ What are you doing?” they both turn to you, freshly awoken from your afternoon nap. Megumi gets out of your husband's arms and runs towards you, hugging your legs.

Ever since being told he's going to have a baby sister, he's more clingy than before. Carefully, you get down on your knees and hug him, returning the same affection.

“ Why are you so cute, huh?” you ask him as you run a hand through his dark locks, then place a kiss on his chubby cheeks.

Toji moves closer to the two of you, an almost imperceptible smile on his thin lips. “Did you sleep well?” he asks as he helps you up.

You nod and sigh wearily. “ She is much more energetic these days. She won't stop moving, let alone kicking.” you complain, running a hand over your swollen stomach, and it's not long before your husband's hand does the same.

“ It must be the sugar.” he chuckles but an expression of astonishment appears on his face as he looks towards you.

“ Did you feel that?” you ask excitedly and he nods as little Megumi watches you both curiously.

Another kick is felt soon after a little harder than the first one.

“ Me too!” exclaims Megumi raising his arms to be caught. Toji takes him and places his small hand on your stomach, making him participate in that small moment.

He gasped softly when the unborn baby sister interacted with him. “ Wow, that's really cool!” he exclaims with sparks in his eyes.

Heyy bestie!! can u give a smut visual with Toji?

he loves how hungry you are for his cock. you’re such a good girl when you let him use your throat n force his shaft down until you gag n it swells — after all he deserves it, you’re his princess n he always makes you cum so good, you should always adore his thick cock — the choker + THIS ONE + lord have mercy

he gets hard when you sit on his face. him moan into your dripping cunt n the vibrations make your tight hole throb around his tongue as you ride it. his big hands squeeze your ass so roughly that your folds open wide n your eyes roll back — link + this one + help

an ass man (lol) n what better way to show it than by fucking your tight hole!? Toji loves going deep n watching your pussy flutter around nothing, your belly bulge with his thick cock. his big balls slam against your hard nub as his cock is buried deep n you end up squirting on his legs — here + this one

And I love, love, I love you

Artwork: Melancholy - Edgar Degas

Word count: 1409 words

Pairings: Toji x reader (can also be other characters since no names are mentioned)

A/N: inspired by Icarus' Irony by @suna-reversed i hope you all enjoy. English isn't my first language so if there are any grammar errors my bad you never saw it

Warnings: Angst, cheating, slight nsfw themes i would've written the smut but i suck ass at that department

He feels so warm, the way his arm blankets around you, the entirety of your being pressed close to his chest. The heat radiates off of him, all from the exertion from before. It feels so nice, comforting, safe, it feels like home in his arms, but all you want to do is get away from him.

Why leave such solace?

Indeed, why leave such solace. But at some point we all have to.

It doesn't matter anymore, it makes you feel sick in the guts, telling yourself you'd never put yourself in this position. It's difficult being a hypocrite. The exhale from his nose gives a gentle gust of air on your hair every time. He's so peaceful right now, fallen asleep and all. His cheeks look so soft, his lips into a small pout, he looks ethereal in the dim light of the moon and you're not surprised as to why you changed your ways for him.

But you can't bear it anymore, the bile rises up your throat as tears try to fall. Slowly and gently you try to get up and to the bathroom, and when you reach you collapse on the floor. There's moans, wails, screams, and cries stuck in your throat but you refrain from waking him up. There's nothing else to do but to silently scream it all out.

How long is this going to happen? Hasn't it been long enough?

It has. But every time you try to stop you fall in deeper, deeper and deeper and even he knows that, he knows how much you fall and he falls deeper too.

But does he? He doesn't seem to, if he did, wouldn't he end it with her? End the pain of being the other woman, end the shame and guilt that comes back every morning as you search for him on your bed, only to find out he's left in the middle of the night, like he always does. How many times has he fooled you?

"You're awake"

He's sitting up on the bed, sheets having slipped down to his abdomen, serenity in it's physical embodiment covered in loving bruises and bites. Serenity looks up from where his hand had been laid, thinking back to the actions of the night, and he rakes his hair with his hand as he looks.

To you he may have been ethereal, the most serene beauty of a man, but to him you were so much more. Divine beauty in it's most enchanting form, especially now as you're standing in all your glory. And like that he breaks more and more from the confinements he's set.

But you don't know that, he wishes to show you but to you, you're only a past time of his he dotes on, sugars up and devours through the night. Because even if you try to think otherwise, the reminder always stays there. Glistening from the moonlight as it lays still on the bedside table, it's silver encasing will always bring you back to the reality that you are nothing more than a past time.

"You went away, couldn't sleep without you." There's an ache in your heart when he says that, because you wish he would say that under different circumstances, with that silver ring on his and your fingers, and not his and hers.

There will always be a reminder.

You don't reply, you don't want to either, there's nothing in your body except the hurt he brings with him every time he comes back. Always inviting him in again because you can't help but need him.

Your legs move, back to the bed as he watched you with intent eyes, you don't know what he thinks of as he watches you but the way you move to him is so sensual with the way your hips sway and he can't help but want to go again.

And he doesn't fight the urge.

Because the moment you reach the bed, the mattress sinking from your movements, his body moves on its own accord and he reaches up and kisses you, his big hands enveloping your face, pulling you to him.

And you, you let it happen all over again, because somehow he always ends up convincing you to let him have his way.

His head rests on the crook of your neck as he tries to retain his breathing. He still feels euphoric but reality has abruptly set in for you and the tears come back again.

What is the truth?

He tells you that you haunt him, plague his mind 'from wake till slumber', tells you all sorts of praised and consumed you absolutely and then leaves, pretending to never have met you in his life one time you happened to pass him in the street.

"Sorry you must've mistaken me for someone else, if you'll excuse us i have a reservation with my wife.”

You can't tell what's real and what's fake anymore, but in the end you're only just a play toy, to please him.

How many times had he promised you freedom?

How many times has he told you he doesn't even love her?

How many times had he made excuses for not ending things?

He takes your silence for exhaustion, as he cleans you up, as he sinks back into the bed ready to pull you back into his arms-

"I want this to stop"

He halts immediately, your voice sounds so frail and weak, like its glass on the brink of shattering. "I can't do this anymore" A sob almost slips out with your words.

But it's true, how much longer could you endure it? In the end he always goes back to her and never you, no matter how many times he comes, he always goes back to her. He turns you over, his hands holding your wrist, you start thrashing, repeatedly saying no as the tears free fall from your eyes now. He pulls you close, disregarding your thrashing as he closes his hold on you.

You sob and sob, crying out how much you hate him. He doesn't have to ask why you're like this, he clearly knows why. And soon your sobbing and wailing ends, your hateful spout gone.

He stays like that, until he's sure that you've fallen asleep from how your sniffling has stopped. He doesn't want to hurt you, he can't bare the idea of you being hurt by him, he never wants that to happen ever again. The look of disgust and the hurt in your eyes make him want to ask for repentance and endure every sort of suffrage there is in the world, but he knows it will never hurt as much as the way you looked at him.

Small circles traced on your back as he kisses your forehead, in every form he has seen you you'll always be his divine entity, but of all the forms he has seen, he never wanted to see you in pain again.

And as he drifts off, he confesses his affections, something he'd never tell you face to face.

It takes him a second to realize it.

You're gone. The bed is empty, it feels cold and ominous without your presence. He immediately gets up, using the blanket as a drape.

Bathroom? No

Living room? No

Closet? No

Balcony? No

Kitchen? No

You're gone, you've left him all alone. What is he supposed to do? He's so used to seeing you in the morning it doesn't feel right. You never left when it was his house, always stayed and made something, and he'd always have to make the coffee because you didn't drink any. Everywhere is so empty, there's a hollow, cold, ominous feeling to every room he enters without you. Is this you telling him it's done? He knows what you said last night but he hopes you didn't mean it, that you'd listen to him like always and stick around.

What was he supposed to do?

He couldn't bear the idea of living without your presence. Go back to that woman? There is barely anything between them anymore, there's no use in the marriage now. He wishes he ended things early, maybe you wouldn't have left, maybe you'd stick around and he could finally say that he loved you. He wonders if this is how you were every morning when he left before you could wake, now he knows how it feels.

HOW HE WOULD SOUND MOANING JJK EDITION

mdni, nsfw audios : jjk men, headphones in, whimpering, cursing

TOJI : LINK

waking up near dawn all hot and bothered with his morning wood pressed against your ass, waking you up for a quickie by rutting against your ass. “c‘mon doll, make me feel good.” his rough morning voice was enough to have you pouncing on top of him, “atta fuckin’ girl, fuck me jus like that baby.” he ran his fingers through his hair, gusting out a shaky groan before placing his hands around your hips.

GOJO : LINK

doesn’t know how to control his vocals when bottoming out inside you, too dazed to even think straight as he’s only focus on cumming inside you. “nghh fuck, m‘so close! wanna cum inside, needa fill you up.” he whined, folding you into a mating-press as he moaned into your ear. “feels too good, baby.” satoru panted as he became much more sensitive, “gonna milk my dick dry, huh?” his lips curled into a lazy grin.

CHOSO : LINK

choso with his pathetic little whines as he lets you overstimulate him. chanting fucks, pleases and incoherent whine as he fucks up into your palm. “p-please baby, m‘so close my dick s‘gonna explode!” he whined with a shaky pants, leaking pre-cum all over your hand. edging him closer and closer to his orgasm as his stomach flexed, “i’ll be a good boy, swear.” he bit down on his bottom lip.

SUKUNA : LINK

he’s too tired to even care about how he sounds, all that matters to him is being inside your tight pussy. “so fuckin’ tight, angel.” his voice deeper and gruffer than usual, steadily entering into your cunt. “gonna take me all the way in like a good girl, yeah?” he taunted, burying his cock to the hilt. “ya feel me in there?” he grinned into your sweet spot, letting out a lustful chuckle.

NANAMI : LINK

him pounding into a fleshlight in thought of your warm pussy, fluttering around his length just overstimulating himself as he internally begs to be inside you. “f-fuckk, yeah.” his groan is almost close to a whimper as he thrusts into the tight hole of his fleshlight. “gonna fuck the real thing tonight.” he gritted through teeth, leaning back in his work chair. “needa cum deep inside.”

a series of images that all have absolutely nothing in common and are definitely just random screenshots

alex was right