Toji Doesn’t Mind When His Woman Has A Full Bush. You Think He Cares About Some Hair? You Think That’s

Toji Fushiguro head cannons <3

tw: degradation, very detailed sexual activity, explicit content.

this ain’t no PG shit, this shit rated… PORN. 18+ content- minors do not engage.

sfw

* although he’s big and built like a sexy ass bear and he won’t admit it, he loves being little spoon

* he lacked affection and attention growing up so receiving some from his s/o is reaffirming

* you’re always late to work/school because he refuses to let you off the bed LMAO

* he will lock his big strong arms around you and trap you

* if he wakes up before you he will take a picture of you sleeping

* esp. if you’re a mess he will show you later and tease you

* he holds his phone one hand and types/ presses buttons w his index finger of the opposite hand like a boomer

* his camera roll is full of u and pictures of his truck/ jeep LMAO

* toji will laugh at ur jokes even if they’re not funny he would do a fake laugh then say “good one baby”

* he would shamelessly watch you change

* he’d sit still on the bad and watch you pull up your jeans

* he always asks you to fix something on his phone and computer bc he’s a boomer

* always complimenting your cooking whether it be some waffles or a full home cooked meal

* he would call you the cutest pet names even some funny ones the range goes from “love muffin” to “honey bottom” to “sugar belly” this belly is filled with more than sugar i’ll tell u that

* he would watch your favorite show with you even though he won’t know wtf is going on

* he’d constantly ask what’s going on LMAO and be loud about it too

* once he knows he would be so into it “I KNEW ITHAT BITCH WAS LYING” “SHES A BITCH I WOULD FUCK HER UP”

* definitely an ass man

* he would smack your ass at any given chance and he would not mind if you smack his too

* he’d even DEMAND you to smack it harder LMAOOO

* if you play w his pecks he’d be so into it

* he’ll even ask you to message them

* he loves shirts/shorts anything that reveals your thighs and legs

* he recommends you wear a skirt when he takes you out on date

* and won’t take his hand on your thigh the whole car ride

* toji will hype your up when you get ready

* he’ll even say cringey shit like “slayyyy 🤪” or “go off sis” LMAO

nsfw

* toji will pop the whole titty in his mouth

* just imagine sitting on his lap facing him. his hands are cupping your breasts as he kisses and sucks on your nipples. he starts rubbing and messaging your breast as his tongue plays w your nipple.

* i’m wet

* definitely into spit play

* he will spit on ur mouth, in ur face, in ur asshole and pussy. he’ll ask you to spit in his mouth while your riding

* he’s soooo into tongue kissing

* he’ll use his tongue for everything. he’ll lick you from your mouth down to ur fucking toes

* toji definitely has a foot fetish maybe not a creepy foot fetish but he’ll totally suck some pretty toes

* ANYWAYS he is a nasty mother fucker fr

* he’ll eat ur ass and pussy like a menace

* toji will start off slow and tease you then start edging and over stimulating you

* he won’t stop even if you’re crying

* toji is so vocal when he eats pussy so much moaning and groaning you can feel the vibration of his raspy voice

* he will body worship the fuck out your pussy

* “i love this pretty pussy” “this pussy tastes so good” “fuck your pussy is so pretty”

* he goes at his own pace

* the railing and thrusting will not stop even if you beg (of course you’ll have a safe word)

* his favorite position is doggy

* he’s a fucking dom and he loves having power over you so duhh

* he also loves watching your ass jiggle hehe

* he’s big on the degradation kink but also loves praising you a lil bit here n there

* “i bet you like that dirty slut” “what are you crying for? this is what you wanted, whore” “you take it so good my pretty little slut” <3

Big Bad Wolf

Author's note: hey everybody!! Still trying to get through requests while juggling school right now, I hope everyone's been well! This is a reminder that both my thirst and request submissions/asks are closed! The works I've been posting are delayed requests or thirsts that I haven't been able to get to, anyways I hope you enjoy!

Request: The reader has been trying to get Toji's attention for the longest but he's been so focused with his work and practically ignoring her that she eventually starts going out on her own dates. One of them ended up being Naoya [ and probably over hears him telling her to leave Toji for him] hell or even Gojo. Toji suddenly realizes that the reader is going into heat and she's pretty much been going out with a bunch of Alpha's. When she tries to go out again, Toji isn't having it and remarks her, breeding her til he's sure she's carrying his pups. - @tojibreedingme

Warnings: nsfw 18+ minors dni, fem reader, a/b/o dynamics,breeding kink, knotting, sexual harassment, pet names, smoking, physical fight, cussing

Words: 2.7k

There's no cure for heat, well, at least not yet.

It's a cruel world omegas are subjected to - a world of harassments, fear, sex, breeding, and pain that seems infinite for those long days where your heat decides to strike.

It's not fair that an alpha's rut will last a day at most while you're subjected to at least a week of hollowing cries and slicked sheets and the constant need to be bred. It makes you nauseous; slick sheets of sweat covering your skin, hot flashes running throughout your body, so deep you can feel your bones boiling, sweat-soaked sheets that stick and slip against your skin as you writhe and crawl along the sheets in search of relief.

The only cure - known and not changed - is breeding.

And try as you might - the alpha you want seems unimpressed with your efforts, almost as if he's putting more effort into ignoring you than you are trying to get him to at least acknowledge your presence.

That's not to say you're completely out of luck as many alphas make futile attempts at courting you, flaunting themselves and expressing how strong their brood would be of carried. But you're not interested in the alphas that brag, the ones who can't actually carry on with silly claims - they harbor no proof that they'd even be good mates, refusing to mark, only interested in spreading their seed.

Tojis not like that though. Toji's quiet, he keeps to himself for the most part. Occasionally you'll hear his gruff laugh from the back of the room - obviously in response to something Naoya said. You love his laugh, the soft smile he wears for a split second before its dropped back to a straight line.

You try not to make your advancements obvious, its hard though - he's scented you a few times - though it felt as though it was out of pity (whether for you or himself, you weren't sure) the smell was damp, like a heavy must that sticks in your nose and rots your mind. It wasn't the way a scenting alpha should smell.

Whenever you'd ask him about it, nuzzling the side of his arm in an attempt to scent him, he'd merely gruff, rolling his eyes and pushing your body off of him by your head. "Don't worry 'bout it, kid." Is all he would say, and so that's all you would take, you knew not to question further.

But time was not kind to you - your maternal instincts materializing much earlier than the regular omega; your body was a on a set schedule to ensure you were bred.

Quickly, you came to the realization that the imbalanced hormones racing through your red veins were not to be dulled with the synthetic satisfaction of false knotting - your body knew you weren't engaging with an alpha and it knew you weren't being bred properly. To which, it punished you in retaliation.

Your heats were longer, much more exhausting than a normal three to four day long heat. Sweat quite literally seeped from your swollen pores, soaking your sheets and basking your body in a slick sheen of encapsulated heat. Half the time you felt as though you might die - the hot air, sweat, and slick between your legs served as a constant reminder that you had yet to fulfill your natural instinct to be bred.

By the time your grueling heat came to end, you were miserable in every sense of the word. You could barely walk, talk, let alone eat - the drenched air still stuck to your skin, a heavy cloud of nausea sank over your body.

After training, you'd sat down under a tree to finish your homework when Naoya had trotted over to you, plopping himself down beside your worn body. You knew he could smell you, hell, your fucking professors were having a hard time teaching with the invasive smell of your hormones.

"You smell good, omega." He smirked, cupping your jaw. His hands were thin and cold, the word rolling off his tongue in a sickly tone - there was no warmth to him. You felt sick; Naoya wasn't ashamed to express his intentions, logically, you knew if you were to become his mate you'd be miserable.

Naoya was not a good person - he reeked of anger and toil that soaked the air with his vicious pheromones. It made any omega within a three foot radius sick.

Looking up, your eyes met Toji's silver ones. He was a good distance away, he had a hand on the sponge of a cigarette, the bud resting against his lips. It was odd, he was unmoved - as if he was waiting. Waiting for Naoya to do something.

He could smell you. And you could smell him. It was overwhelming, his scent completely dwindled the must of Naoya's.

You felt a chill run down your spine, you shivered lightly before grabbing your things quickly, ripping your jaw from the grasp of Naoya palm and standing to your feet.

"I'm-" you looked back to see Toji, he was still watching you, though more relaxed now, his shoulders slouched and the cigarette was resting between his teeth as he fished for a lighter from the pocket of his pants.

"I-I gotta go." You gave a nervous smile before hurrying off.

The next day wasn't much different, Naoya continued to pressure you any chance he got, while Toji just... watched. You couldn't figure out what was happening - was this a team effort between the two? You'd thought it over many times and came to the conclusion that it wasn't - Toji didn't like to share, that much was evident in the way he watched you when Naoya was around, cigarette bud between his sharp teeth, legs kicked up onto the table and raven hair disheveled from sleep. And his scent... God, you swore it got stronger everyday - to the point where its all you thought about.

You wondered if the other omegas around the training center could smell him too, there was no way they couldn't. It's a heavy smell of vanilla - not a sugary vanilla, but a rich warm scent, like that of a redwood.

After training you hurried back to your tree, throwing on your headphones and picking out one of your books to study.

It wasn't long before you were interrupted by Naoya, his thin finger running a chilled line down your soft skin. Immediately you jumped back, throwing your headphones to the ground in shock.

"Naoya, what the fuck?" Panting, you scrambled to grab your bags, jumping up from the grass.

There's an unease in the way he eyes you, dark, soulless eyes stare into yours, you're merely prey to him - some toy to fuck.

"Dawhh, don't be like that," he snides, pushing himself off the ground before striding over to you - you're visibly shaken yet he still presses.

He pushes the hilt of his nose to your scent gland between your jaw and neck, it's a heavy feeling - almost like you're being suffocated in a hot room, Naoya is not supposed to be your alpha - not supposed to be anyone's alpha for that matter.

His scent was soaked in huff. Like coal to a fire, completely hard and heavy with anger. Shivering at the thought of being with him, he pushed his nose farther into your neck. God, you felt like you were going to be sick, you felt like you couldn't breathe, like he was holding your head beneath water, waiting for you to succumb to darkness.

"Naoya, please- stop." You tried, pushing against his chest but he only growled in retaliation, pushing the bud of his nose deeper into the gland.

You're struck in a panic when you feel the fang of his canine dip into the soft of your skin, pushing against him furiously. A black flash runs across your vision before Naoya's struck to the ground, white hair now disheveled and mixed with loose strands of grass.

"She said get off of her, man."

Panting, you looked to see Toji standing in front of you protectively, shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. He leaves no room to argue, turning around and cupping a large hand over your shoulder as he directs you off the training grounds.

The two of you walk some ways in silence, the rush of traffic and afternoon birds filling the empty space. Toji keeps to himself, hands tucked into the pockets of his black cargo pants and looking down to the ground, occasionally kicking at stray gravel.

It's a cruel realization - the gravity of what almost happened to you hitting you like a train. It's a sick feeling - the confusion between constantly driving for Toji's attention and only receiving it when in the face of a humiliating experience sent your mind spiraling.

"You okay?" Toji speaks so softly you almost cry, cold wind nipping your raw cheeks, tracing over your shoulder.

pulling your lip between your teeth, you nod silently, tears pour over your cheeks and you rush to wipe them away with eh back of your sleeve.

"Hey, hey, hey," Toji's quick to pull you over to a near by planter, sitting down on the cold cement of it's square and letting you stand between his legs. running his hands up and down your arms, he comforts you the best he can. "It's okay, baby, you're okay."

merely nodding, you sniffle, falling into his arms. Toji easily lifts you into his lap, cupping your head into his chest and nuzzling the top of your head and cheeks.

the scent of him is so much more comforting - vanilla and firewood that stems over your perfumed skin, blocking out any other scent besides his own.

"You smell good," you giggle waterly, grabbing the ends of your sleeves and pulling them over your hands as you bundled yourself closer to him.

Toji laughs at that, placing his chin on the top of your head, scanning the surrounding area for anything that might trigger your unstable mind. The wind blows through his hefty locks and pulls at your hoodie, you wish it wasn't the middle of winter.

"You doin' okay, pretty girl?" Toji cranes his neck to look at you, running the back of his knuckles over your cold cheek. Toji almost groans when you whine, your pheromones seeping through his cover he'd basked you in.

You smell of rose water and mint - his mind quickly clouds, a seeping coldness runs up his spine and dresses his thoughts hazily as he's thrown into a lustful fog.

"c'mon, lets get ya home, kid."

The walk to your apartment is traumatizing, you're well aware that your heat's sank into the feed of the air - any surrounding alpha making it their mission to try and mate you.

Toji's quick to show you're not interested, wrapping his coat around your smaller body and cupping you to his side protectively, "Keep your head down," he whispers to you. You can only nod, nuzzling yourself deeper into the fur of his coat.

Once you're home you immediately run to your bedroom, wrapping Toji's coat closer to you- the scent of him is invigorating, you can feel yourself sinking into the cold covers of your bed - your heat seeping through the thin fabric of your leggings.

Whining, your soft thighs rub against one another, slick pooling from your soaked cunt.

Toji can hardly breathe, he feels like he's going insane. the smell of you has his brain going haywire. His vision runs blurry - the colors of your apartment meshing together as he struggled through the hallway to your bedroom.

His mind headed little sympathy for his body, your scent sending blood rushing to his cock. He can hardly fucking think, his skin breaks out in a clammy sweat and his ears ring when you whine for him.

"Toji, please, Toji-" you're crying, sobbing into the cream colored sheets, working your leggings off and furiously rubbing at your swollen clit. You think you might throw up - everything's so blurry and the room's spinning. "Toji-"

"Shhh..." Toji runs a hand down your hot back, rubbing into the muscles of your shoulders gently.

"Toji, please, please," you reach out to him, nails digging into his rough skin. He nearly groans, having half the mind to walk out the door - the other half pulls him closer, urging him to sink his cock into you sopping heat.

"Please..." your voice brings him back, silver eyes blurring and refocusing on your hazed expression.

"Shit, don't-" he squeezes his eyes shut, turning away from you when you moan.

"Please, please Toji - need your knot," you slur, drool pooling over your lips an seeping into the silk pillow covers, "Please, need- need you ta'fill me up," you croone, arching your back as you curl your fingers in your cunt.

"Shit, don't say stuff like that, kid." his voice cracks through grit teeth, a chill runs up his spine when you whimper again.

"Toji," you cry, "need it so bad, please, please, please."

He looks you over, eyes wide with worry before he's standing up and pulling his jeans off, cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers. hissing, he pulls the band of his boxers over his hips, letting his cock spring up.

You nearly drool at the sight - his tip red and swollen, a pearl of precum sits at his slit.

"Please..." you whisper again, spreading your knees across your damp bed sheets.

"I know, I know, shhh..." Toji move behind you gently, pulling the lips of your cunt apart with one hand while the other pulled at the base of his length. you moan at his touch, chills running up and down your legs.

he takes pity on your poor body, running his tip along your folds, "You sure, honey?"

Nearly hysterical, you reach back at him, pawing at his thigh helplessly, "please, need you, please need you" you cry through a broken chant.

"Shhh... okay, okay, pretty girl." Toji's gentle as he runs his hand over the dent of your back, pressing his swollen tip into your heat with a hiss.

Your cunt throbs when he sinks into you, heavy huffs of breath against the shell of your ear as he begins to pound into you.

"Feel so fuckin' good-" his balls slap against your clit, dragging moans up the back of your raw throat. "Gonna breed this tight lil' pussy, gonna fill ya'up."

Shivering beneath him, your arms nearly give out before Toji's catching your trembling body and pulling you up to rest your back against his thick chest.

"T-Toji..." your mind is spiraling, eyes rolling into the back of your head and fat tears bubbling over your lashes.

"Gonna let me breed you, baby?" His his breath hot against the shell of your ear, "Want me to mate you, fill ya' up with my babies?"

Your cunt throbs, thighs trembling and hands grasping at the Toji's thick black hair. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," you're chanting, tears welling up again, the veins of his cock dragging against your gummy walls.

"Shhh...shhh," Toji traps you back to his chest again, balls clapping the fat of your ass, "Need words baby, want me to fuck your tight lil' cunt, give you babies, give you a whole fuckin' litter?"

You keen, moaning a sharp "yes!" Before you're being flipped over onto your back, Toji pushing your thighs up over his shoulders, sinking back into the warmth of your cunt.

"Pull your legs back, sweetie," he coaches, "Feel so fuckin' good fr'me."

"Oh... oh!" You squeal, the tip of Toji's cock runs along your g-spot gently, "Toji, please, please want you to fill me up, please."

"I know, I know," Toji pulls you up some, pressing his lips to yours. His thrusts grow sloppy, sweat-slicked skin slides against your own, the sounds are nearly pornographic.

"Gonna cum," Toji grunts, slipping his hands beneath your ass, pressing himself to the hilt inside you. "Ohh fuck, oh fuck." He groans, head nuzzling the side of your jaw.

"Gonna fuckin' breed you."

"Please, please," is all you can manage before he's sinking his teeth into your scent mark, his knot swelling as he fills your cunt with seed.

"Good girl, good fuckin' girl," he coos, lapping at the bleeding bite, "Fuuuuckkkkk."

Whimpering, your nails dig into the skin of his arms, gasping at the swell of his cock. "Mmh-" your breath hitches in your throat.

Toji thrusts weakly a couple times before settling into your hold, cock twitching in your heat. He chuckles at your blissed-out expression, pressing a kiss to your forehead gently. "Pretty girl," he nuzzles your neck.

Whenever Toji appears

There's something so attractive about Toji being taller than you.

Cw: nsfw 18+ minors dni

The way he reaches a long arm up above you to grab the cereal box you couldn't reach. The way he comes up behind you while you're talking with friends at one of Gojo's barbecues, resting his chin on the top of your head while wrapping his arms around your waist. The way he shields you from anything deemed dangerous; stepping in front of you or pulling you closer to him when he feels you've been threatened. The way he dwarfs you in bed, thick arm grabbing the headboard above you as he drills his cock into your tight cunt. "Love this pussy s'much," he grabs your jaw with a large hand, prying your swollen lips open with his thumb and forefinger. He smiles down at you, jaw clicking in a smirk before he's spitting into your mouth and kissing you. The way his legs spread across the leather chair while you're eating dinner, black denim jeans straining over his thick thighs. He lets you sit in his lap, spoon-feeding you some of his own dinner while petting at your side. The way he moves you to the other side of the sidewalk while you're on a late night stroll, says he doesn't like when you're so close to the street. Just Toji being tall *drools*

i know he’s crazy but he’s the one i want

i like when he gets a little frustrated

i’ve got toji brain rot and some time to myself, so here’s toji teaching his virgin gf how to ride

“there you go,” his voice is soft and velvety. you can tell he’s trying his hardest to go slowly and be gentle, but he’s on the verge of breaking. you can feel it, too. his cock is throbbing - fucking throbbing inside you while you bury your face in the sweaty crook of his thick neck.

he doesn’t stop holding your waist for a second. he doesn’t stop guiding your hips, making sure you know exactly how to fuck his cock. you’re leisurely moving your hips now, too nervous to perfectly replicate what he’s been showing you for the past hour.

you keep trying though.

“show me what i showed you, baby. go ahead,” his eyes are slanted, weighed down from the way he’s feeling. you close your eyes, gyrating your hips. your pussy is clenching and unclenching on his cock, walls dragging against the man inside you.

toji sucks in his bottom lip, completely beginning to lose his composure. in a swift movement, his hands are tighter on your waist and his hips move up inside of you until his cock is hitting against the hilt of your wet pussy.

you cry out, toes clenching while you took whatever he was giving you now, nails scratching against his bare back.

“toji, please…” it seems like now your fear has completely vanished. you suck large bruisers onto his already reddened neck while he plunged into you, the sound of his balls smacking against your pussy filling the silence. you’re unable to speak now, but it’s not like you need to. the girth of his cock filling you up and stretching your hole out leaves you speechless.

“fu-uck, that’s a good girl,” he’s out of breath, hips stuttering inside of you while he loses control, forgetting the reason he’d even put you on top in the first place. he was supposed to be helping you help him. “my pretty girl, fucking my cock so good. so, so, so fucking good.”

you can feel him fuck into you a few more times before you’re clamping on him again, pussy gushing in a way you’ve never felt before. to say you felt good was an understatement.

as your vision starts to go black and white, you’re left with the feeling of a hot, thick liquid filling your pussy before toji completely pulls out.

you knew this was far from over, though.

BYE CAN WE THIRST OVER BIKER TOJI OMG

YES YES WE CANDJASHBD

no but actually tho, i don’t know shit about bikes (got burned by one when i was little, traumatizing) but that just makes it better not the burning part obviously. LIKE what i would give to be his personal bimbo cheerleader. better yet his favorite flag girl that he strives to impress every race.fuck a winning trophy all he needs is some pretty pussy on his dick to rev him up (lol motor vehicle puns ). shoving his gloved fingers into your mouth when he fucks you hard enough to make his trailer shake. god or even better teaching how to sit properly on his prized possession, where to put your feet explaining in detail what every gear or whatever the fuck else is on there does. i don’t care no one cares or can even focus,because even while he’s explaining his hands are shoved under your mini skirt thick fingers rubbing between your ridiculously… soaked lips,making a mess all over the saddle and shining up the leather. might even make make you grind yourself against it even with people walking in and out of the garage oh LORD OH LORDIAJJSND i went too far.