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sylus MAKES LOVE to you and you cannot convince me otherwise! my passionate missionary king!!!!!

yes he has his freaky bdsm moments, but 80% of the time its love making. slow kisses, deep, languid thrusts, his large hands warm and firm around your hips and thighs. hes so so into slow sex, letting it draw out for as long as he can. because yes he does indeed LOVE teasing, but he also loves to worship you.

sylus loves smothering you into the bed, loves being so touchy and needy!! hc that he doesnr rlly like doggy because you’re so far from him :( ..though he does like the view and seeing you bite into the pillow!

im just rambling atp but i love slow, passionate sex king sylus as well as kinky bdsm freaky king sylus!

Greetings! Let me just say I absolutely love your writing! If you are taking requests, may I request toji meeting y/n parents? Sending lots of love ❤️

Anon omggg this came out so much longer than I had intended,, I hope you enjoy!! <3

Cw: some kissing, nervousness, embarrassment (on readers end), comfort, a lot of fluff, some cussing

↳ he'd be so nervous – doesn't know what to wear and is silently panicking while you're dressed casually and getting ready

↳ you'd notice his miss of cocky comments, turning away from your mirror to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the charcoal dresser

↳ "baby, its not the met gala. Just wear what you want." A small giggle fell from your lips at the long sigh he gave

↳ he settled on a grey crew neck, throwing a black t-shirt over it and a pair of baggy jeans, coincidentally, the ones you'd labeled his 'dad' jeans

↳ the drive to your parents house is entertaining to say the least

↳ "kid, I'm old enough to be your dad's friend–" he rubbed at his temple, staring our the window of the car, hand nervously tapping against the wooden wheel, "you don't think they're gonna like, I dunno, think that's kinda weird?"

↳ there wasn't much you could do to when he got nervous like this, after spending the better half of a year with him you'd learned its better to just let him work his nerves out on his own

↳ "sweetheart..." you turned to him with a soft smile as you pulled his hand away from the wheel to hold in your own, "it'll be okay."

↳ Toji stared at you for a second before sighing, dropping his head into his hands with a groan as the car came to a stop at an intersection

↳ "you're right, you're right. I just–" he bumped his fist against the gear shift anxiously, "I really don't wanna screw this up, I wan'em to like me."

↳ immediately, you're grasping his cheeks in your hands, pressing your lips to his in a reassuring kiss, "they'll love you, trust me."

↳ you were right.

↳ as soon as the two of you arrived, your dad was quick to greet the two of you at the door, shaking Toji's hand with an excited smile, "Nice to meet you, man!"

↳ Toji hadn't expected your father to be so openly accepting of him as soon as he walked through the door, nerves settling almost instantly as he followed you into the kitchen

↳ both you and your mom helped prepare dinner, while Toji and your dad drank beers and made small talk outside

↳ ever so often you'd look up from the cutting board to see Toji kicking at the ground absent-mindedly before throwing his head back in a laugh at something your dad said

↳ you smiled warmly at the idea of Toji and your dad growing closer over the years, at the idea of spending holidays together binging on treats, at the idea of all of you becoming a family together

↳ "So..." your mother's voice pulled you from your dreamy state to turn to her as she ran flour over the counter, "he's cute, but does he treat you right?"

↳ "mommmm!" Throwing your head back with a whine, "stop it!"

↳ "I'm just asking!" She brought her flour-covered hands up defensively with a giggle

↳ "yes, he treats me very well, actually." You rolled your eyes, turning back to the cutting board

↳ "well that's all that matters." You could hear the smile in your mother's voice

↳ once the table set you called the boys in with a gentle wave, Toji following behind your father

↳ You sat down at the table with Toji on your side and your parents across from the two of you; sliding your hand over your rest on Toji's knee, you gave it a gentle squeeze, smiling when he reached a hand under the table to grab at yours, bringing it up to kiss the backs of your knuckles gently.

↳ dinner went smoothly, both your parents giggly and entertaining friendly banter with both Toji and you while asking questions about how the two of you met and what Toji's current job was

↳ once dinner was finished you helped put away the dishes with Toji, handing the plates off to him to dry after you'd washed them

↳ it wasn't long before your mom made her way around the corner, excited smile gracing her features, "Toji," she whispered, motioning with a hand for him to follow her, "c'mere, wanna show you something."

↳ he looked back to where you were facing away from him, gently placing the dried plate down onto the counter before following your mom

↳ you'd been humming to yourself as you washed off the remaining dishes, the sweet smell of lemon soap wafting throughout the kitchen – the smell of baked garlic bread is still heavy as it seeps from the antique oven your mom had custom made

↳ you'd been handing the dishes off to Toji in a pile, only realizing something was a miss when you'd turned to see not only how tall the stack of cleaned plates had gotten but also the obvious lack of your boyfriend's presence

↳ "Toji?" You switched off the tap, grabbing a towel from the counter to dry your hands as you made your way out of the kitchen

↳ "Toji?" You called again, "Mom? Dad?" You wandered around the entry way of your parents house, brow quirked in confusion, had they left?

↳ it was only when you were about to text Toji that you heard muffled giggles come from your parents room

↳ brows furrowing in confusion, you made your way up the stairs quietly before opening up the door to your parents bedroom to see Toji sitting in the middle of your mom and dad, holding an aged photo album in his lap as your mom pointed to a photo

↳ "and that's when she went outside right after I gave her a bath and rolled around in the mud for twenty minutes." Toji giggled at the faded photo of you dressed in your pajamas, mud caked into the pastel fabrics and painted over your small cheeks

↳ "mom, why'd you show him that!" You exclaimed, making your way over to the decorative bench they sat along

↳ "whoops!" Your mom giggled sheepishly, shoulders bouncing as she stood up from her seat, grabbing your father's arm and leading him out of the room, "I think we're gonna go finish up those dishes!" She smiled

↳ rolling your eyes you made you way over to where Toji sat, eyes tracing over every picture, gently running the pads of his thumbs over the tinted photos - the color runs lighter as time's passed on

↳ "C'mere," he extends an arm towards you, eyes still focused on the pictures of you dressed in overalls and home-sewn shirts

↳ pulling you into his lap, he turned the page with his free hand, taking time to read over the title: 'Y/n's Middle School years'. The title's decorated in cursive and stars and crudely drawn hearts with arrows drawn through them

↳ Toji takes his time looking over every photo; commenting on the backgrounds or your friends you'd taken the pictures with

↳ you, on the other hand, felt humilated; burrowing your face into his neck as he cooed at you smile; Halloween themed braces decorating your teeth, your lovely introduction to puberty expressing itself in the form of acne over your skin.

↳ "ugh, oh my god. Don't look please." Your cheeks ran hot as he ran his hand up and down your back comfortingly.

↳ "Sweetie, you were just a baby," you gave another groan, "God, what happened to you?" he pinched your side teasingly which in turn you slapped the back of your hand against his chest

↳ he flipped the page with a giggle to see a section decorated in gold star stickers and decorative confetti, a dance ticket pinned to the bottom corner.

↳ Oh, you remembered that night. The 8th grade dance, the dance where you got a photo with your crush from science class, the photo that you kept with hearts drawn around the two of you, where you'd written his name in-

↳ "Who's Jeremy?" Toji's voice quipped with an amused interest

↳ slowly, you pulled your face from the crook of his neck to see the sheet of obnoxious pink and purple hearts drawn in the shape of one large heart surrounding the very awkward photo of you and the boy

↳ "Oh god, Toji, don't look at that!" you cried, turning away and pushing your onto the paper in an attempt to block his view

↳ He easily moved your hand with a laugh before you pushed the flat of your palm against his cheek as he chuckled

↳ "Okay, okay!" he flipped the page with a stirred laugh

↳ Toji took his time looking through the embarrassing album of your middle school years, pinching your sides teasingly as he made his way through the last few photos - adding his own commentary for his own amusement

↳ Once he made it to the high school section he got a lot quieter - prompting you to pull yourself from his neck again

↳ He was looking at your senior pictures, running the back of his knuckle over your cheek in the photo where you're in the middle of laughing, surrounded by friends as you celebrate your 18th birthday

↳ "M'so lucky," He spoke quietly, turning to you, he placed a soft kiss to your lips, "Love you, sweetie."

↳ You nodded into the kiss, "Love you too, baby - wish I'd known you back then, woulda' kissed the hell outta' you," you smiled against his lips

↳ "I would've been thrown in jail." Toji spoke blankly.

↳ "You know what I meant, asshole!" you hit his chest again

toji x crybaby reader <3

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !

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toji is a flawed man. 

short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.

he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear. 

you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.

his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.

he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.

you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him. 

he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.

it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.

it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?

he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge. 

instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.

you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands. 

physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.

his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.

toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.

you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul. 

he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words. 

“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”

and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.

he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over. 

the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.

you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.

toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start. 

can I request toji messaging his busty so who's boobs hurt because she's ovulating. my boobs always swell and I really like messaging them. ...perhaps if you would like to throw in some NSFW content cuz I'm a horny b*tch

warnings: blood play, oral (f!receiving)

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"You've been squeezing your breasts the whole night. Need some help?"

You narrow yours eyes at Toji, ignoring the butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the sight of his cocky smirk.

"I'm massaging them, dumbass." Your roll your eyes, "But yes please. I'd love to take you up on that offer."

Toji sits on the space of the couch beside you, the warmth of his body immediately pulling you towards him. You lean your body on his, getting comfortable before setting your eyes on the television.

"You may begin." You smile.

Toji scoffs at your words but cup your breasts on each of his hands anyway. His palms are calloused, huge and their movements are so fluid you begin to think he was once a masseuse.

Your thumb plays with a button of the remote, following the circular shape of the rubber. The action catches Toji's eye and he mirrors your movement. As minutes continue to tick by, you feel your body growing warmer and warmer. You're suddenly out of breath, sweat dampening your back and your nipples are as hard as ever.

You drop the remote and run a hand up Toji's muscular arm, feeling your finger tips rise and fall at every hill and dip of his arm. Your hand finds its way up his nape, still leading itself upwards to comb your fingers through his hair.

Your breath feel hot against your lips, your throat feels parched and a light throbbing sensation eases itself in between your legs causing you to squeeze your thighs together.

"Does your cunt hurt too? Need me to massage it for you, you horny bitch?" He whispers into your ear, goosebumps rising all over your body and especially on your nape.

You look up at him, hoping your eyes don't give out just how desperate you are for him but the sight of the smug expression he's wearing proves that luck isn't on your side today.

He pushes himself off the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of you. Toji's knuckles glide over the soft skin of your thighs, hooking his fingers on your underwear and shorts, yanking them off of you.

"Toji—"

"Open your legs real wide for me, darling." He grabs both your ankles and pulls them apart from each other, exposing your bloody cunt. His tongue glides over his lips, a hungry predatorial look so evident in his eyes the make your walls clench at nothing.

"So needy." He sing-songs, placing his forearms under your thighs, dragging you closer to him. He unhooks his arms from your thighs, pushing your shirt up to expose your swelling breasts.

"Wait, no—Toji it's my time of the month—" Toji ignores your words and dip his mouth onto your sex. Goosebumps tickle you skin as his tongue laps on the folds of your cunt. "No, no, that's dirty—" moans keep slipping from your lips the more he continues to devour you.

His hands busy themselves with your breasts, squeezing and massaging them, enhancing the euphoric feeling. The coil in your stomach tightens, you've never reached the summit so quickly before. Somehow your body is reacting more today.

Your thighs shake and you clench your fists at the couch cover before hitting full bliss, tipping over the edge as your orgasms wafts all over your body, your mind going blank for a moment before white dots prickle at your vision.

You heave heavily, looking down to see Toji grinning madly at you. His chin, lips and teeth covered in blood. Something about the sight drove you mad. You wrap your legs around his head, pulling his lips right back onto your cunt.

"Do that again." You breathe.

"Whatever you say, beautiful."

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Why do I always draw this man with blood? I just noticed the past ten drawings I made of him, he’s beaten and bloody

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