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[tojisun]

WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THIS SOONER? we all know baby megumi is a menace and toji is a potty mouth. i can imagine tiny little megumi with his big adorable eyes following toji around with a swear jar to make some extra pocket money but at the same time makes toji bring him to buy gifts for the reader. (and toji catching on and playing along for megs)

this is so cute and comical omggg!! i love soft toji and baby gumi interactions so much, they make me so happy fr! ahhh i had fun writing this short thing and i hope you’ll like this one <33

> megumi calls reader his ‘mommy’ but i didnt specify if shes mamaguro or toji remarried or smthn. lapslock. dad toji and baby gumi centric. no curses au!

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“ow, what the fuck!” toji curses, swiveling to see what hit his shin only to gape at the sight of megumi holding out the swear jar at toji while managing to look smug even with his face smoothed out blankly. beside the boy is his damned scooter which he must have used to whack toji’s leg.

“daddy, you swore,” megumi replies when toji still doesn’t move to drop a yen.

toji glowers at his son, but megumi only blinks at him.

another slow blink. like a cat.

…okay, that was adorable.

“fine,” toji finally grumbles, digging into his pockets for all his loose change and drops them into the jar. the corner of megumi’s lips quirk up slightly, before he is running away, his tiny feet padding silently on the floor.

toji sighs, exasperated but fond, before turning back to his call. he ignores shiu’s soft chuckles.

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“shit,” toji whispers, raising his leg and scowling at the lego piece stuck on his foot. he plucks it out, and turns to the floor where megumi’s now-ruined spaceship lay, flattened and ugly. 

toji frowns, remembering the hours that his son has poured into creating the spaceship, often forgoing his other toys and focusing most of his after-daycare hours to work on the spaceship. toji also remembers how you and megumi bonded every afternoon as you helped him make a bunch of tiny spacecraft for the spaceship, muffled giggling shared between you two as if the lego-building was a top secret mission. 

well. he better get to fixing it before megumi comes back. he doesn’t want his boy being all sad and–

“gumi?”

“yes, daddy?”

“since when were you here?”

“since you said the bad poo word,” megumi answers. a beat of silence. then, the clattering of a handful of coins against ceramic. 

toji holds back a sigh as he looks up from the mess and meets megumi’s mirthful eyes, the boy crouching by toji’s side with the swear jar in his hands. “so. ‘shit’ counts?”

megumi nods. “and you have to pay two times because you said it two times.”

“right. okay. makes sense.” it doesn’t.

but toji has no loose changes in him this time so he stands up, heads to your shared bedroom, and rummages around the vanity. he finds twenty yen which is probably enough for megumi’s swear jar. 

“here you go squirt,” toji says as he holds out his hand towards megumi. 

megumi takes them with another of his small smiles. “thank you daddy.” he walks away. “please keep swearing.”

toji blinks. “y’mean not to swear, yeah?”

“no,” megumi replies, not once stopping to entertain his dad now that toji has paid his swear jar fees, and leaves him in your shared room.

toji pinches the bridge of his nose before returning to megumi’s room to fix the broken lego spaceship. 

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“daddy, what’s satoru-nii again?”

“an asshole.”

toji pauses, frowning as he turns to megumi. megumi’s blinking at him innocently, meeting toji’s eyes wordlessly, then, ever-so slowly, he presents the swear jar.

toji processes the whole situation, gaping as his eyes widen in astonishment. “gumi, what the hell?”

megumi smiles wider, so boyishly excited. “you said ‘notha one!” he shakes the jar harder in his excitement.

toji drops his newspaper and turns to megumi, serious but mostly concerned. “baby,” he starts, not knowing how to ask why his son was hell-bent on making him cuss, even going out of his way to instigate it.

toji remembers his poor shin and suppresses a groan.

“what’s with the swear jar?” he asks.

megumi’s brows furrow. “you din’ pay yet.”

“right,” toji utters, pulling out crumpled money from his pockets and placing them inside the jar. “so, y’gon’ answer me?”

megumi hums, baby face going giddy again. “mother’s day gift!”

oh. 

“gumi,” toji says, pulling his son into his arms. “y’know you coulda just asked for money, right? you din’ need to make me swear.”

megumi hums again, shrugging. “but i wanted to earn by m’self.”

toji almost laughs, his shoulders shaking from quelling his barks of laughter at the thought of megumi thinking that making toji swear and pay for said swears is earning for himself. 

he presses a kiss on the crown of megumi’s head. their precious darling boy is so comedic sometimes. toji smiles, fond and full and bright.

“i see,” he murmurs. “want me to help you buy mommy a gift?”

megumi nods, grinning so happily as he says, “yes!”

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(the swear jar money ended up not being enough to pay for the gift that megumi chose for you so toji paid for it whole, letting megumi keep them as his pocket money.

megumi doesn’t know anything about this interaction and toji intends to keep it that way.)

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[tojisun]

these hearts adore

toji x fem reader

!! headcanons and drabbles — fluff // 1.3k words

: anon req — “Some soft dating head canon with Toji pls?”

— toji loves pulling you to his lap. he just absolutely loves it. he loves holding your waist or your hips, loves the way your back just rests on his chest. he loves how close you are when you are on his lap. he loves it especially when you are facing him; when your arms are slung around his shoulders, your face just inches away from his. he loves sharing warmth with you, loves it when you nuzzle your face on his shoulder before dozing off. toji just loves you on his lap.

— toji adores watching you put your makeup on and he enjoys watching you remove it. he adores hearing you talk to yourself whenever you start your eyeliner routine, your lips stretched into ‘O’ as you concentrate. he enjoys watching you pull your fake lashes off because it never stops fascinating and scaring him at the same time. he adores seeing the smouldering look you shoot yourself in the mirror when you finish applying gloss on your lips. he enjoys the way you quietly grumble to yourself whenever the water drips down your arms after every face wash. toji just loves hovering close whenever you start these routines.

— toji saves every picture and video you send to him. a ten second video of you showing off your new earrings? saved. a one minute video of you rambling about your current favourite book? saved. a blurry picture of the moon that you took? saved. an album-worth of your pictures with the same outfit because you were asking him which of them should you post? saved. a one second video that you accidentally took and sent to him? saved. he keeps running out of storage and because doesn’t know how to upload pictures in the cloud, he resorts to buying different phones. toji just really really loves you and he loves seeing how your days go and he loves hearing from you.

— toji learned how to cook just for you. the time he realized he had to was when you two went out on a picnic and he decided that he should bring finger foods and bite-sized foods so he made sandwiches. nothing really unique and fancy. but then you looked so happy when you saw them; he saw the way your eyes lit up and the way your lips quirked high, and he decided he wanted to keep cooking for you. so he bought cookbooks and watched lengthy cooking videos, cut himself a few times and burned his pots more often than he’d like to admit but it’s all so worth it. because toji loves the way you look so happy when you see him spoil you that way. 

— toji will drop anything he is doing whenever you call or send him a message. even if it’s nine in the morning and he’s stuck at a meeting, he would stand up and leave just so he could answer your call. and it’s not like you abuse, let alone know about, that special treatment which is why whenever you call him, especially around unusual hours, toji would always be available for you. 

..,

— shopping:

“Toji, what do you think of this dress?” you ask, looking at yourself in the mirror, eyeing the way the fabric cups your chest and the way it flutters around your hips. You twist your body, checking to see how it looks from the back but your eyes stray to Toji’s reflection, noticing how his fist is pressed to his mouth, his eyes resolutely glued to you. 

“Toji?”

Toji garbles something unintelligible behind his fist, his cheeks turning bright.

You turn to face him. “Sweetheart, I can’t understand you.”

He pulls his hand away from his face, his scarred lips curling up in a smile. “Fuck,” he breathes out. “You look so beautiful.”

His voice is quiet and tender, gruff in the way only he could pull off, and he sounds choked up like he’s suppressing himself from cooing. 

You flush, not expecting Toji’s words, and a whine rumbles from your throat as you press your palms on your face, hiding your burning cheeks.

The dress is one of the many things that Toji buys you that day. 

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— movie night:

“C’mere,” Toji says before guiding you to the space between his legs. You follow easily, shuffling on your knees to make yourself comfortable, and he huffs when you refuse to tear your attention from the movie, your eyes blown wide open as you continue to watch intently.

The moment your back meets his chest, he loops his arms around you and completely engulfs you in his embrace. Toji rests his cheek on the junction between your neck and your shoulder, and you startle as his breath tickles you.

“Toji!” you cry, your shoulders rising as a pinched whine creeps past your lips, your cheeks going hot at seeing Toji’s lazy smirk. 

“M’bad,” he replies, sounding totally unapologetic, before pressing a kiss on your shoulder.

“No!” you say, trying to pull away as you slap a hand over your skin, covering as much as you can from Toji’s puckered lips. “That tickles!”

Unbothered, Toji continues to pepper kisses on your skin, even pressing many on the back of your palms, as he inches his lips closer to your neck.

“What- Toji, I swear to god-”

The movie has long been forgotten as you and Toji wrestle on the floor. You resolutely try your best to avoid Toji’s hands, but he is insistent in the way he cages you in his arms, pulling you close as he makes loud kissing noises to tease you. 

He barks a laugh when you go slack, with your brows furrowing as the fight in you sizzles. You grow annoyed so in retaliation you push your leg out and kick him at his shin. He hisses, his arms buckling, before fully collapsing on top of you. 

“Toji!” you whine as you grab handfuls of his hair. “You’re crushing me!”

Toji pretends to not hear you as he continues nuzzling his face on your belly.

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— pick up:

From: toji <3 (14:23)

car or bike?

To: toji <3 (14:29)

car. bag’s too heavy

From: toji <3 (14:31)

sure thing. see you in 20

To: toji <3 (14:34)

oki. love you <3

From: toji <3 (14:35)

love you too

“Hey kid,” Toji greets you when you’ve finally made your way out of your campus building.

“Hey,” you say as you trudge into his arms, burrowing your face on Toji’s plush chest. Toji embraces you just as tightly, nuzzling his chin on top of your head before rubbing his palm on your back gently. 

“Exhausting day?”

You nod.

“Oh sweetheart,” Toji coos. “Come on then, let’s go home.”

Toji takes your bag from you, slinging it on his shoulder, before resting his hand on the small of your back as he leads you two to his car. You are quiet, your mind still reeling from your last class, but Toji does not mind and fills in the silence with small talk about his day in hopes of distracting you from whatever it is that’s weighing you down.

He opens the car door for you and helps you slide into the passenger's seat. Then, he bends down and buckles your seatbelt for you.

“I got that, baby,” you say, shooting him a small smile, your hand hovering over the straps. 

Toji responds with a warmer one, his cheeks dimpling as he raises a hand and cups your cheek. “Let me help you even if it’s just this, yeah?”

You nod slowly before pulling your hands away and resting them on your lap. “Okay.”

Toji’s smile quirks up higher, his thumb caressing just above your cheekbones, before he leans forward and presses a kiss on the corner of your lips. “Good girl.”

Your breath hitches and warmth explodes in your chest, creating a reverberating static that chases away all the heavy feelings you’ve been carrying. 

“Love you,” you finally utter, your voice weak.

Toji hums, so soft and affectionate. “Love you too.” 

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[tojisun]

BABE CAN U DO A REQUEST WHERE TOJI FINDS A GRAY HAIR AND FEELS INSECURE ABOUT IT BECAUSE READER IS YOUNGER THAN HIM BUT SHE COMFORTS HIM💚💚💚💚💚💚 (///_///)

ughh imagining toji with speckles of grey hair is making me scream and blush (*μ_μ) mans literally has no idea how attractive that is, let alone on him??? but yes!!! i adore comfort/fluff fics so much so i hope you’ll like this one <333

Toji’s never been insecure of the age gap between you two; for a long time he knew that as long as you love him, as long as you continue to choose him, he has nothing to worry about.

That was before today.

Toji rests his hand on the counter, leaning forward to get closer to the mirror, his eyes narrowed at the few strands of grey hair hidden amidst the black locks. A myriad of emotions flash in his chest, bubbling over until everything is smothered by a blanketing dread.

“Fuck.”

Toji combs his fingers through his hair, watching as the grey hairs fall and hide underneath the mop of black hair, but it does nothing to abate his unease. He is still aware of their existence, aware of what it entails: he is growing too old, too fast, for you.

“Toji, sweetheart?” you call. “Are you doing alright there?”

“Yeah.” Toji clears his throat. “Just fixing something.”

Toji hears you hum in response, the sound of your voice echoing mutely in the master bedroom. He looks back at his reflection, quickly shooting his hair a sharp glare, before walking into the room.

He sees you lounging on the bed, clothed in his loose shirt that sags down to your thighs, your hair pulled away from your face. You look up at hearing him enter, your face scrunching up in a beautiful smile. 

“Hey there, baby,” you say, beaming at him. Toji feels his heart thud in his chest, flooding him with so much warmth and affection for you, and yet it is not enough to chase away the insecurity that coiled itself in the webs of his nerves. 

Your smile crumples at seeing his hesitance. “Toji?”

He shrugs wordlessly in response, gingerly settling himself beside you. From the corner of his eyes, he can see your eyes furrow, worry etching itself in your face. 

You are quiet for a moment, thinking, before you pull him in your arms. Toji’s head falls onto your chest and he blinks, feeling comforted at hearing your beating heart so close to his ears.

“Toji, I don’t know what’s up but whatever it is, I’m here for you.”

“Oh, darling,” Toji whispers, his voice so quiet and chipped that it had you holding him tighter. He laughs weakly, shaking his head softly in endearment. “How did this old man even land a chance with a sweet thing like you?”

You blink. “Wait. Is this about your- our ages?”

Toji peers up at you, his eyes misty and his tan cheeks flushed. 

“Oh my god it is!” 

Toji sniffs, embarrassment creeping in, before fully pulling away from your warm embrace to sit up properly. Your hands twitch, almost like you want to pull him back in again, and Toji’s lips dance in a fond smile at seeing your protective streak coming up alive. 

“Toji, baby, what brought this up?”

He shrugs. “I’m just getting old.”

“…Yes?” You tilt your head, confused. “Humans tend to do that, my love.”

Toji snorts without meaning to and it breaks the heavy tension even for a bit. You roll your eyes at him fondly, but the crease between your brows still shows how worried you are. 

“I noticed, kid,” he pauses, almost hesitating. Then, “But I’m getting too old for you.” Toji looks away, feeling the shame settle in. “You can do better.”

Silence falls, tangling itself between the crevices of Toji’s spiralling thoughts. He can feel sweat beading on his nape, the summer air driving up his expanding unease, and Toji almost takes back what he said. He almost claims that he was just joking, that he’s perfectly okay and that he’s just being unreasonable. The excuses pile up, almost spilling out from Toji’s lips, but they all get chased away when your hand reaches to hold Toji’s.

He watches, in reverence, as you bring the back of his palm to your face, pressing your plush lips on the aged skin of his hand as your eyes lock with his. Toji’s breath hitches and his heart rockets within the cages of his ribs. But Toji ignores them all as he watches you continue to pepper his hand with feather-light kisses, your soft lips ghosting over every knuckle. His cheeks burn, and Toji wonders just how bright they are right now.

It feels like minutes when you finally say, “You’re perfect.” 

Your voice was steady like you are sure, like you know that you are right. There are so many things that Toji wants to say—‘no’, ‘you’re lying’, ‘only in your eyes’—but he feels choked up, unknowing of where to even begin.

You press his hand to your cheeks, nuzzling it softly. Your eyes close like you are savouring Toji’s touch. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” you say. “And no matter how old you are, that will never change.”

Toji’s lips lift. “Thanks.”

You hum but your words continue to pour out.

“And perhaps I am biased because I love you, but isn’t that the crux in beating this insecurity? I love you, Toji.” Your eyes flutter open. “I am so in love with you that I still get butterflies in my stomach whenever I think about you. You really think that you aging would change that?”

He must’ve been quiet for too long because you add, “There’s no one who’s better than you, Toji. There’s no one who’s worth more. To me and especially for me.”

You kiss his palm, right where a huge scar lays, as you blink up at him. You two do not point out the wetness of his eyes, clumping his lashes together, or the way he trembles ever so slightly. So Toji crumbles, pulling you to his lap and burrowing his face on the crook of your neck. Your fingers run through his hair and Toji tenses, ashamed at the prospect of you seeing the root of his insecurities, but you do not comment on anything at all. 

You just. You let him fall in your arms, tucking him under your chin like you are trying so hard to protect him with your thin wrists and small hands. And Toji melts, feeling so, so safe.

There is still a voice nagging in Toji’s head that tries to worm itself in his most vulnerable sides, but he resolutely ignores it and focuses on you.

And this, right here in your arms, Toji remembers why loving you has always been one of the greatest things that he ever fought for.

“Love you,” he murmurs, his voice wet and soft. 

Toji feels your lips press on his hair, your arms squeezing him just a tad tighter, before you whisper, “I love you too.”

Toji’s eyes fall, his shoulders sagging as the tightness in his chest eases up a bit, and this feels enough.

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[tojisun]

hii omg could u pretty pls do a short lil thing of cuddling w/toji and what tojis hugs feel like ☹️🫶 hes just soo big and his arms are so so big i feel like he could give such good hugs if he wanted to and ugh i just wanna be hugged and smushed by his big ol arms and face mushed into his chest, ty!!

hi!! omg ur so right! tojis so big and strong, i just know his hugs must feel so warm and comfy and like. itd make you feel spoiled?? yk hes out here hugging you tightly to relay his affections n stuff <33

but here u go!! i hope you’ll like this one 🫶🏼 // extra

“oh, sweetheart,” satoru’s voice rings in your head. you lightly run your fingers through your hair, staring blankly at the mirror, your thoughts going back to four hours ago when your best friend crashed at your place. “your man doesn’t just hug. he stakes his claim.”

you remember rolling your eyes at his words, scoffing lightly and dismissing his remarks. but satoru’s never been wrong, as infuriating as it is, and you begin to see just how correct he was.

toji has always been on the possessive side—that, he’s told you about. there’s always a palm on the small of your back, a pinky hooked with yours. he’s always looped an arm around your waist. and if he’s not hovering close, you could always feel his eyes on you. 

you love the attention. you love the way he is always there for you. with you. 

and so you wonder how you missed the way he does the same when he embraces you. 

“princess?” 

you jolt, your eyes locking on toji’s reflection. 

toji’s still drying his hair, the green towel slung over his shoulders. he is half naked, and your eyes rove over his skin, feeling parched as you study each rippling muscle and webbing veins. your eyes drop, following the defined ‘V’ of his abdomen, until the view is obscured by his loose black sweatpants that ride low on his hips.

you blink, realizing you have been staring at him too long. embarrassed, you turn around from your vanity to fully face toji.

“hey,” you say, smiling at him.

toji’s scarred lips twitches up softly, easing his face and making him look years younger. he stalks towards you, his long limbs carrying him swiftly to where you are sitting. 

the towel falls to the floor, but neither of you are bothered by it. toji’s hand rises, and your lungs strain as he brushes your hair behind your ear.

“y’r so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice almost too adoring, before he bends down and scoops you in his arms.

an oof creeps past your glossed lips, and you gasp as you go weightless in toji’s hold, his thick arms wrapping around you easily. you flush, feeling toji’s warmth seeping through your nightgown and into your dewy skin, leaving a thousand sparks coursing through your veins.

you bury your head on the crook of his neck, uncharacteristically feeling shy all of a sudden. toji’s hand drops to the back of your head, petting you softly.

“exhausted?” 

you nod, not trusting your voice.

toji huffs a fond laugh. “‘m sorry. thought you could handle another round.”

you punch his chest lightly, a whine rumbling from your throat. “stop teasing me!”

soft chuckles shake toji’s shoulders and you pout, feeling your burning cheeks go hotter. 

toji adjusts his hands around you as he crawls on the bed softly. you clutch onto him tighter in response, your cheeks squished on his chest, and toji almost coos at how adorable you look.

toji rests his back on the headboard, wriggling for a quick second, before his hands find purchase on the swell of your ass, pushing you further into his lap. your arms fumble, and they slide from the ridges of toji’s toned back to settle on his sculpted shoulders. you sigh contentedly, settling in his arms more comfortably.

you peer up at toji only to see him already looking back at you, his eyes so tender and full of affection. if your cheeks were not already burning, you would have felt yourself go flush at toji’s adoration. 

you smile at him, and you blink in surprise when toji leans down and kisses your lips. when he pulls away, his eyes are crinkling once again in fondness. 

you pitch forward and collapse on his chest with a hum. toji’s hands clutch you tight and close, his fingers drumming over your skin in a habit that you know he has recently picked up.

“your man doesn’t just hug. he stakes his claim.”

what a poetic way to describe toji’s embrace. well, that is quite alright. you love being branded as toji’s, after all.

i should tell that to toru next time, you think as your eyes begin to droop, your body heavy with exhaustion. 

“good night, sweetheart,” toji mumbles.

that was how you slept: in the warm embrace of your beloved, his lips ghosting over the crown of your head before descending on the slope of your cheeks.

this, with toji surrounding you completely, you feel irrevocably loved and safe.

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[tojisun]

Unpopular opinion time! Gojo is a switch, but prefers subbing. Hes so tired of being the strongest and having to constantly keep his guard up. And the fact that he cant love anyone makes it worse. If he ever falls in love, his S/O will be used against him, and that gets ugly for everyone. He really just wants to be held and told that its all ok and have someone else be the strongest, even if its just for a second. He needs a break and to see you domming him makes him feel safe and relaxed.

YES! ABSOLUTELY YES! satoru deserves that break; he deserves to be taken care of, and he finds that in you.

just. satoru slipping into sub space because he knows you will treat him right. he knows that you will pamper him and protect him and give him everything he wants. and what he wants, more than anything, is you.

— satoru kneeling down by your feet, his head perched on your lap, practically melting into putty at feeling your hand playing with his hair. your gentle voice washes over him, telling him how good he is.

“my beautiful boy,” you whisper, smiling so tenderly at satoru and looking just as in love as he is. “my clever sweetheart, thank you for protecting us again today.”

you bow forward to press a kiss on the crown of his head, smiling when his eyes flutter, his pale cheeks burning and bright. “i’m so proud of you, darling,” you say.

satoru keens, almost breathless and looking winded. he ducks his head down, pressing his face flat on your thighs to hide his flushed cheeks from your adoring eyes.

you chuckle, shaking your head lightly, your heart swelling with so much love.

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— satoru begging so prettily, his chest heaving and his body tensing as another orgasm was smothered by the cock ring you’ve put on him.

it’s a pretty black thing that stands out starkly against satoru’s pale skin, and it beautifully highlights the angry flush of satoru’s weeping cock.

“please,” satoru cries, desperate and needy. “i wanna cum- please let me cum. please!”

“of course, sweetheart,” you say, inching forward to press a chaste kiss on satoru’s cheek before wiping away his tears. “you’ve been such a good boy. always been my good boy.”

satoru watches as your fingers work to unlatch the cockring, slipping it off him carefully, your touch so soft compared to the edging he’s begged for.

“toru,” you call. he turns his jewelled eyes to you. “i’m gonna help you cum now, okay?”

“okay,” satoru whispers, nodding softly.

you smile before pecking his bitten lips. “good boy.”

satoru gasps when your warm hand wraps around his sensitive length, your fist sliding slowly before tugging more firmly. pearls of precum build on his slit and you press a thumb over the wet head, knowing how satoru always melts at the feeling.

you watch, your eyes heady with desire, as satoru jumps, his ragged voice screaming your name.

“i’m gonna- i’m gonna-!”

hot cum splatters on your fist as satoru orgasms, his body locking and his jaw falling open for a soundless moan.

once satoru finally relaxes, you begin to carefully remove your hand around his length. satoru jolts, hissing at the quick brush, before going slack again.

satoru sags into your arms, boneless and exhausted. you kiss his forehead then the apples of his cheeks, before finally kissing him on his lips. satoru chases yours when you pull away so you kiss him once more.

“thank you,” satoru mumbles as you drop beside him, sounding sleepy.

“of course, darling,” you whisper back. “i love you, toru.”

satoru sends you a small smile as he works to cuddle you. then, he says, “love you too.”

just. sub!gojo 💘

#suns #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru scenario #gojo smut #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #jjk #gojo satoru #i love love switch(but w preference to subbing)!gojo so much #i just love the nuances that goes to him being the sub yk #like he trusts *you* #suns.hc #suns.rq #anon #ask

[tojisun]

I’m new on Tumblr so I’m not sure if this is how I request if it’s not then please do ignore but if it is then honey would you do a little something with Toji inspired in Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey but without any mention of drugs, please, I already have too many troubles with family members regarding that lol 🥲

If u can do that I throughly appreciate that I was listening to that song the other day and couldn’t help but imagine Toji as our old man 🥺 (even tho I’m 22 I like that age gap girl I can’t with him 😩)

OMFG THIS TROPE AND SONG MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH TOJI EVEN MORE!!!

okie so i dont really know what it is you had in mind but i hope you will like this one <33 im sorry it took so long, but thank you so much for this req babes and take care!! // off to the races

!! age gap (reader's in her 20s, toji’s in his late 30s), clubbing, brief mentions of alcohol, possessive toji, hinted sugar daddy toji, smut (slight praise kink and dacryphilia kink)

special shoutout to the amazing feya (@iwaizoomiess) for proofreading my longest smut work and hyping me up <3

There is a steeping desire in Toji’s loins as he watches you dance with your friends, your hands clutching theirs as your hips swayed and your waist rolled along the beat. 

The club is packed and the many coloured lights flicker about but even then, Toji’s full attention is just glued on you. People have even paused to watch you, admiration and desire coursing through their veins. 

Toji knows the feeling. Oh, how he knows the feeling.

You are beautiful as you are. Even with loose pajamas and messy hair; even when you are trembling in sadness and crying, collapsing in Toji’s arms, and whispering wet pleas that he does not leave you—and he would never—you are beautiful. 

But there is a certain beauty rolling off of you tonight as you seize control and attention on the dance floor. You are alight like a beacon of wet dreams—graceful even amidst the hyper bodies, seductive even with the smeared mascara dripping down your cheeks, and so, so tempting.  But they could never come close and touch you because everyone knows. Even though they can’t see Toji, they know. 

You are off limits. 

You will always be off limits to everyone because Toji has no plans of letting you go. Not in this lifetime, not in this universe. 

I’m blessed, Toji thinks as he tips his snifter into his lips and gulps the brandey as though it could quench the thirst that’s been bubbling from the pit of his stomach. There’s a goddess on the dance floor and she chose me. 

Toji places the glass back on the table and stands.

It’s time to bring you home.

You giggle, head thrown back as laughter racks your body from your belly up, shaking your shoulders and crinkling your eyes until all the colours blend together, suspending the world in a singularity driven by the unabashed joy and the booming music. Belatedly you note that there are tears running down your cheeks, washing away your carefully crafted makeup in the wake of infectious laughter.

For the briefest of moments, it felt like fire thrums in your veins rather than blood. You feel the scourge of power beating in your chest that muffles every fear you have ever known and every anxious thoughts that have eaten you up until you are all hollowed.

A touch on your shoulder pulls you back into reality and you peel your eyes open, blinking blearily as your surroundings zone back in. The fire sizzles, leaving your tongue heavy with the phantom taste of ash. The world of music and loud voices, of hands that wander and minds that spiral—this is the world you come to.

(It is the world with him, however, and you feel like you could breathe again.)

You turn, almost lost, feeling the stuttering in your heart as you search for steely eyes. Ah, you think once you meet them, there they are. 

“Darlin’,” Toji whispers, stepping into your space until he is all you can breathe in. “Look at you.” Scarred palms cup your cheeks, stroking where the damp skin is at and certainly erasing more of your makeup, but you stay rooted in your place, peering up at him. 

Toji bends down and noses at your hair, hands trailing from your hips until they are clutching your sides. “So pretty for me.”

A low whining sound reverberates from your throat, your hands coming up to fist his jacket. He chuckles, nuzzling closer, looking pleased at seeing you melt because of him.

“Toji-san,” you whisper, voice breathy and light. Your eyes flutter at each soft caress over your hips where Toji’s thumbs swipe, your skin dimpling at each of their digs. 

“Yes, baby?” He asks, voice grave and deep, almost guttural in desire. 

Your words melt on your tongue, and your mind swims, unable to string any more sentences, rendering you speechless. You are left to gasp out his name in response. 

Toji chuckles, endeared and in awe at how drunk you are off him. 

“My pretty girl,” he says, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. “Can’t even think right. S’why you need me, yeah?” He drops his lips on the tip of your ear, hovering like a teasing kiss. Goosebumps rise on your flesh, your cheeks bursting in flames as hunger expands in your stomach. 

“S’why you keep making me come for you.” 

Toji’s no longer asking. His voice dropped and you blink, breath hitching at the low timbre of his voice. 

“N-no,” you find yourself replying, voice quiet and weak—just like your denial.

Toji huffs a humourless laugh, shaking his head as he does so, before pulling away. 

No-!

You jolt, hands coming up to grab his leather jacket and yanking him back in your space. He stumbles, eyes growing wide at the action before quickly regaining his footing, his arms encircling around you to keep you two from slipping. Still, despite the fumbling, you do not look away from him, refusing to break eye contact as you find the right words to refute your lie.

Because yes, he’s right. Yes, you need Toji. Yes, you want him to chase you wherever you go. Yes. Yes. Yes.

There is not a world where you do not want Toji bursting from your shadows, ready to pull you back into his embrace because home—even after travelling miles away, hopping around from one hotel to another with your pockets heavy of Toji’s love—is with him. 

There is not a world where you do not need him. Where you do not need his saving.

“Toji-san, I–”

Toji catches your lips and kisses you like he knows. 

He gathers you in his arms, pulling until you are impossibly flushed: your breasts are flat on his chest, your hands clumsily finding leverage in his embrace. A hand cups the base of your head, holding it securely as Toji moves to deepen the kiss. 

His teeth nip your bottom lip and you gasp, instinctively pulling away, but Toji growls—a warning—and you freeze, falling lax and melting, putty in his arms as his tongue finds yours. A mewl creeps into your lips and Toji devours it whole. 

It is Toji who pulls away and you gasp, breathing in air hungrily, your hooded eyes watching the way Toji’s tongue pokes out to lick the sliver of spit in the corner of his lips. 

“Taste good?” You ask, your arms coming up to tangle around his neck loosely.

Toji grins. “Y’r pussy tastes better.” He kisses your forehead softly as though he didn’t just render you speechless. “C’mon princess, lemme show you how much I missed you.”

“Okay.” You kiss his chin.

He smiles. “Good girl.”

Toji pushes the head of his cock in slowly, dragging out the intrusion causing the stretch to burn deliciously. You whine, lifting your hips up from the bed, but Toji just tuts and presses his free hand flat on your belly, pushing you back down.

“Be patient,” he murmurs, going back to pressing another inch in, his sharp eyes zoned in on your trembling hips and your glistening heat. 

“Fuck,” you mewl, clawing the sheets, numb to everything but the steady slide of Toji’s cock. You tremble under him, skin flushed and warm, your breath coming out ragged.

Toji hums, his brows furrowed as he reels from the pleasure. You’re squeezing around him so well, plush walls twitching and hungrily sucking him in. He can feel the sweat building on his palm where it lays on your belly, but Toji stays resolute in taking things slow.

Another inch breaches your walls and Toji watches raptly as you throw your head back into the pillows, exposing the column of your neck. 

Beautiful. You are utterly beautiful.

“Toji-san, please!” 

Weeping eyes turn to him and Toji almost loses his resolve, feeling the last tendrils of his patience slowly ebbing away. His hips stutter as he breathes in heavily, grasping at his slipping sanity before he can ruin his hard-work.

“Just a few more inches, princess. A few more, okay? You’re doing so good for me, baby.” Toji presses a kiss below your heaving chest, peppering a few more over your ribs.

You nod weakly, a broken hum of, “Okay,” making it past your lips before another moan weaves out from between your teeth as Toji pushes himself in more. Your legs jump, feeling the head of Toji’s length brush a sensitive spot along your walls.

A long keen rumbles from your throat, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you twitch at the sharp pleasure that engulfs you whole. 

“Fuck, y’feel amazing,” Toji hisses, shaking from the exertion, his free hand gripping your waist to tether himself as he feels you squeeze tighter around him. “Just. Just a lil’ more, baby. We’re almost there.”

You whimper, sobbing as you nod weakly. Toji croons, pushing the last inch in, stuffing himself to the hilt. You garble a half-moan and a half-cry, dizzy at the feeling of being so full, and Toji pauses, overwhelmed by how snug your pussy feels around him.

“Good, right?” Toji asks after a moment of numbing bliss, head turned to peer at you and smiling softly as if he’s not hilt-deep in you. You hum shakily, eyes closing as Toji wipes away your tears. He presses kisses over your shut eyes before straightening up. 

Wide palms grip your sides as Toji slowly pulls out, not quite dragging out the slide this time as his patience finally reached its limit, but still not quite frantic yet either.

Yet.

He watches you breathe in deeply and quickly, in awe of the way your body involuntarily flinches at each thrust. 

“Love you, baby,” he says, before slamming in. 

You don’t even get to process Toji’s whispered confession as pleasure bursts in you. 

A scream scratches at your throat and you jolt, dizzy from the sudden change in pace. Toji grunts, eyes screwed shut, his hips beginning to piston quickly. He rolls his hips, angling them to make sure that he hits the sensitive bundle of nerves in you at each thrust.

Your mind is mush.

You moan, sounds chopped up at each heavy thrust of Toji’s cock. Your hands fly to his back, holding on for leverage and scratching when the euphoric ecstasy feels too submerging. 

“That’s it. My pretty girl, taking me in so well. You missed this, didn’t you? Missed me?” Toji drawls on, scarred lips tugged up in a feral smile as he watches you.

There is something so maddeningly beautiful in the way your eyes roll back, your jaw dropping open, and your tongue lolling out. Drool drips from the corners of your lips, making your saliva-slick lips glisten. Tears clump your lashes together, smearing your eyeliner and mascara as it runs down your face in a mess, and yet you look so marvelous this way.

Incoherent. Stupid. Drunk off his cock.

“My pretty, pretty girl. I love you like this. Can you even hear me, princess? Anyone home?”

You can only reply with a warbled moan. Toji laughs.

“So good to me. For me. Oh, doll, what would I ever do without you?” Toji tosses his head back after another sharp thrust, your wet walls hungrily gripping his length as if desperate to keep him nestled in you. He grunts, goosebumps racing over his skin as his orgasm builds.

Toji bends, mounting you, wet lips closing around on a hardened nipple. At this angle, Toji is left to hump your pussy, switching to shallow, but still powerful, thrusts. Your hands find purchase in his hair and you pull, fisting black strands as Toji sucks on your nipple.

“Toji-sa’!” You scream, body tensing as the blinding pleasure finally begins to spill over. “Gon’ cum! Gon’ cu-!” 

Toji growls at the painfully tight squeeze on his cock, biting down on the fat of your tit as he digs himself snug in your walls. With a deep groan, Toji spills himself in you. Your hips twitch as Toji fills you up, and you mewl at the feeling. 

Toji slowly removes his lips from your nipple and rises slightly, closely hovering over you. You sigh as he moves to plant soft kisses over your swollen eyes and on your throbbing lips. 

“You did amazing,” Toji whispers when he breaks the kiss. You hum, brows pinched as soreness finally creeps in after the lust starts to dwindle away. 

Toji pulls out slowly, whispering a soft apology as you hiss at the movement, your face contorting in discomfort. He drops down beside you and wraps you in his embrace gently. 

“Lemme take care of you,” Toji says and presses a kiss on your forehead. 

“M’kay,” you hum tiredly. 

He smiles, his gaze proud and affectionate. You turn away, shying away from all the sudden attention. Toji chuckles, endeared, before kissing your lips lightly again.

(“Do you?” He asked, his hand coming up to pluck his glasses from his face and rest them on the table. 

“Do I what?” You asked back, rising from the loveseat and crossing the space to stand in front of him.

Toji’s lips curl in desire at seeing you wear one of the dresses that he gifted you. He studied you as you walked, going parched at how beautiful you are, especially dressed for him. Dressed by him. 

“Toji-san?”

He danced his eyes up your body slowly, ensuring that you knew that he had been checking you out. Toji is delighted at seeing the blush on your cheeks.

“Do you really wanna stay with me? I’m years older.”

“Yes.”

Toji’s heart thrummed at your immediate response. You took his silence as an incentive to go on.

“Toji-san, I want you. I love you. You think I care about your age?”

Toji grunted. “A fifteen-year gap ain’t a lil’ normal, kid.”

You shrugged before rounding his table and gingerly making your way to him. Toji dragged his chair out slightly, giving you space so you can sit on his lap, and his hands came up to hold your waist tight, guiding you over carefully. 

His eyes locked in on the way your dress rode up your thighs, teasing Toji even more. He thumbs the exposed skin and trembled at the sharp gasp you let out. Toji paused and looked back at you.

“See,” you began. “This—the way you look at me—is something I don’t want from anyone else but you. I want you to be the one loving me, Toji-san. I want to grow old with you. So what if you’re years older? We just. We love each other, anyways, right?”

“Yes.” It was Toji’s turn to be quick with an answer. “We do.”

“Good.” A pause. “So stop with the questions and kiss me.”

Toji grinned, huffing a laugh. “C’mere then.”)

#suns.rq #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji smut #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader smut #fushiguro toji x reader #i loved loved writing this. thank you so much! #i hope i did the prompt justice #i too love the age gap w toji. idk. it makes me feel small in the safest way #<- hope that makes sense #hypnocountrymusicfunnyfan #ask #suns.f #suns

[tojisun]

Seeing toji w a younger reader is cool and all but how ab we spice it up a bit? him w an older reader, who’s a parent just like him. Maybe w a age diff of 2-5? Bonus points if they are taller than him and start calling HIM kiddo cause of it. This man is like 5’9 built like a cupcake,

DELICIOUS! ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS! 

(split into two parts: one just older reader, the other is of older & taller reader!) i had a vision but i didnt know how to integrate one to the other, so two parts it is. i hope you’ll like this one <33

> 01: fluff // 02: more mature in content. lapslock

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i. of soft lilac

toji met you when spring was just breaking into summer, the weather split between chilly mornings and boiling afternoons, often leaving toji regretting-then-thanking his decision to layer for the day. 

you were just another among the throngs of people milling about, your hands full of groceries, arms straining and forehead sweating as you continued the trek home. you were ordinary, just a face in a crowd. then your plastic bags ripped, the produce spilling and rolling on the concrete. the eggs were some of the unfortunate victims of the broken plastic, and toji’s face pinched at hearing the resounding cracks.

“motherfucker,” you whispered, voice curling into an exhausted hiss as you stayed rooted on your spot, dejectedly watching your rolling produce. 

toji still didn’t know what compelled him to move to you, but one thing led to another and there he was, arms full with the undamaged grocery items that were left as he walked you home.

“name’s toji,” he said, turning to you with a polite smile. you smiled back, eyes crinkling and cheeks flushed, and toji blinked, enthralled.

you told him yours and toji murmured it softly, mouthing the way it rolled in his tongue, before sucking on his teeth. it felt right.

being good at making small talk wasn’t something that toji could really be proud of, so when you bulldozed from one topic to another, filling the empty space with your words, toji eased in comfort. he nodded and grunted appropriately in response, not really focused on what you were saying but more on how you were saying it. 

there was a certain air around you, one that toji couldn’t really place well. you weren’t necessarily loud or even quiet, and yet toji couldn’t keep his eyes away. odd.

“well, here we are,” you said and toji turned to the quaint little house, nose scrunching when he realized it was in the same block as his.

he cleared his throat, stomping on the rising blush on his cheeks when you looked at him with a questioning smile. “i live here too.”

you gasped, eyes widening and in delight. cute.

what.

“that’s great! hey, do you want to join me and tsumi for dinner? it’s to thank you for helping me all the way here.”

“tsumi?”

you hummed, unlocking the door. “my sweet little angel, tsumiki! she’s in her kindergarten right now though.”

“oh,” he said as he padded into your home. “i have a kid too. he’s, uh, he’s three.”

you gasped excitedly again, spinning to look at him, lips stretched out wide as you skipped a bit in giddy.

christ. that was. that was cute.

“oh, toji!” toji really, really liked the way you say his name. “this is exciting! maybe they could be childhood friends? tsumi doesn’t have many friends in her school. her teacher said something about being too mature for her age.” you scrunched your nose in distaste. “they said it must be because her dad, my late husband, is, well, gone. i mean they’re right but it’s so weird that they have an opinion about our household? i dunno, i’m just. tired of hearing it, i guess?”

he grunted. “nah, you’re right.” he placed the rest of the grocery items on the counters. “it’s really not their place to comment about your business. what? they expect you to find someone new just because of their little comments?” 

you snorted. toji grinned a bit, feeling oddly proud of making you smile. 

“about the dinner,” he said after a minute, “i’d love that.”

“great! are there any allergies that i should be mindful of?”

“gumi says he’s allergic to peppers but he really isn’t. kid just hates his veggies. i don’t have any.” toji paused, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek, thinking. then, quietly, he added, “wife’s gone.”

“oh,” you uttered, soft but not pitying. toji felt his shoulders sag in relief. “…so should i give your son peppers or would that make me a bad host?”

toji looked up, scarred lips stretching into a smile. “give the boy peppers.”

you laughed, shaking your head slightly, and toji felt. well. he felt like this was what it must be to be able to breathe again.

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toji picked up megumi from the daycare and when he told his son about the dinner, the boy was a bit cowed at the idea of meeting strangers. it all melted right away when he met tsumiki, the two bonding quickly.

dinner came out great. 

you and toji shared secretive smiles when the boy sat down excitedly only to groan at seeing the peppers on his plate. toji thought he would’ve left them like he always did, but megumi saw how tsumiki was nibbling on hers and toji stifled a laugh when he saw his son attempting to eat one slice. 

sure the rest were left untouched, but megumi was able to finish one whole slice of the green peppers without retching so toji counted that as a win. 

and because toji was not an absolute cretin, he brought dessert—a strawberry shortcake, both megumi and tsumiki’s apparent favourite. 

he helped you wash the plates, while the kids played with tsumiki’s toys in the living room. it was a mundane chore, but toji felt so at home, learning so much of you just like how you learned a lot about him. 

toji found himself wishing the day would extend longer, but megumi’s just a boy and soon, the kid was yawning, exhausted and ready to retire for the day.

toji left your home with a heavy bag of leftovers, a handful of his dozing son, and a heart clenched with so much yearning.

the meetups soon became frequent.

sometimes, toji would fathom how you were so quick to get along with him. it wasn’t like you two had similarities or the same interests, but he always felt comfortable around you.

perhaps because you are a single parent too or maybe because you are four years older than him, but whatever it was, toji felt like he’s found someone who he feels safe with.

it would be months later when toji finally realized what it was that was stored in the pockets of his chest.

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toji’s heart flutters as he gazes up at you, his head pillowed by your lap. his eyes feel drowsy, exhaustion settling deep into his bones, but toji fights it desperately because he wants to be in this moment with you.

you chuckle, shaking your head lightly, endeared by his actions. 

“my love,” you whisper, voice soft and enamoured, and toji’s breath hitches all over again at the attention. “you are just so precious, aren’t you?”

a mmrff sound rumbles from toji’s throat in response as he ducks his head down, tearing his eyes from your kind ones, and burrowing his face on your belly. you giggle at the action, your fingers ceasing their massaging of his scalp to pinch toji’s bright cheeks.

“see?” you say, breathless. “the most precious.”

toji’s lungs constrict, his eyes burning. he feels flushed, like warmth enveloped him whole until he is melting, skin and bones meshing into a fleshy pool of toji and his affections for you.

toji has never felt this way. 

like the world and everything in it was made for him, and you and your hands, soft in the right spaces but callused in age, served them all to him raw. like all the love that you have for him is unable to be stored in your being so you give him the universe.

the stars.

the endless infinity of the skies. all of them, just for him, from you.

toji feels like weeping. 

“i love you, my precious one,” you utter. 

“me too,” he replies. “i love you too.”

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ii. of deep ivy

toji flushes as he feels your fingers caress his cheeks, booping his nose twice, before finally tangling themselves in his hair. you laugh when he rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance even when he steps into your space, arms wrapping around your waist. 

he weighs a choice in his head, you see it from his eyes, before toji pushes his face to rest on your breast. you giggle, amazed at the sight.

toji’s lips pout—oh how adorable this man is—and he angles his head to peer at you. “what,” he says. 

“my pretty boy,” you coo. “comfy down there?” 

you giggle again when toji shoots you a glare before his eyes sparkle with mischief.

oh? your brows quirk in anticipation, and toji just smirks at you.

toji turns, but still never breaking eye contact, as he begins to nuzzle his face on your breasts. gently. fondly. teasingly.

a soft gasp flutters from your lips, your cheeks staining and your eyes narrowing at the action. toji’s smirk grows wider, stretching into a full-grin, proud of himself.

ah, you think, always a cheeky brat.

in response, you tug at toji’s hair, pushing it back until the column of his neck is exposed. he grunts, surprised, and you watch as he swallows, throat bobbing. 

toji looks beautiful like this. angry, defiant, but still bending at your hold. you know how strong he truly is, it was the catalyst to this budding romance, after all, so something about toji folding this strength into himself to allow you to commandeer him has your heart stuttering. 

you dip your head down to ghost a kiss on toji’s neck, smiling when goosebumps rise on his skin at the feeling. a purr reverberates from the base of your throat, then, “good boy.”

toji breathes in sharply.

you hear before seeing the flurry of movements, and the next thing you know, you are backed on the wall, toji’s shorter frame caging you. a leg is propped in between your legs, his sharp eyes pinning you with burning intensity.

you smirk, unwilling to recoil. 

“now, now,” you tut. “this isn’t how good boys act. i thought you’re striving to be polite. what happ–”

searing lips lock with yours, devouring hungrily, leaving your words to evaporate into the air. a surprised keening sound echoes from your mouth, but even that toji eats.

toji kisses like he is angry. and he is so, so angry at this world, but never at you.

you’ve known toji when he was at his lowest. you remember the bruised knuckles, the blood trickling from the corner of his lips—the scar never fully faded, and toji pretends that he isn’t bothered by the sight of it—the cuts that marred his torso. you remember the angry eyes, the fury that coiled in his irises with no way out. 

“trust me,” you told him then.

“okay,” he said. 

toji kisses like he knows you love him even when he is angry. and you do.

you kiss him with the same ferocity, pulling him close. your hands clutch at his shirt, grounding yourself before getting too drunk. 

your lungs burn, the breath in you sizzling until the need to pull away grows, expanding ever-so slowly, before you are breaking the kiss, gulping in air hungrily. 

toji grunts in distaste but he pauses, barely holding himself back, and gazes up at you. you smile, your hand coming up to brush his hair away from his eyes, pushing them back until they are awkwardly quaffing his forehead. 

oh how toji is so beautiful like this.

you cup his cheeks, your thumbs running over his cheekbones softly. “feeling better, kid?” you ask.

toji takes a moment to gather himself—a shaky breath, narrowed eyes easing, tensed shoulders sagging—before saying, “yeah.”

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#suns.rq #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #jjk x reader #toji fluff #toji fushiguro fluff #jjk #spoiling toji with all the love in the world because he needs that <33 #suns.f #suns #anon #ask

[tojisun]

OMG WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THIS EARLIER😭 you and toji hiding easter eggs for baby megumi and then him hunting for them 😭 I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS!!

WAIT AWW THATS SO CUTE!! i was going for a softer and more tender moment, but this thought wormed its way to me, and i just can’t help it hhhh

i hope you’ll forgive me and that you’ll still like this, my love. thank you for this very soft headcanon <333!

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you and toji bought two dozen plastic eggs and filled them up with different types of chocolates for the boy. you two also purchased a variety of the mini versions of any chocolate you could find, but toji almost demolished the pack of m&m’s so only nineteen eggs were filled.

(you giggled, trying but failing to smother the soft sounds from behind your palm. toji blushed, tan skin burning in embarrassment.

“and you said you didn’t like chocolates, huh baby?” you asked cheekily, chuckling again when toji just grumbled, his words inaudible.

“shu’dup,” he grouched. you cooed, rounding to his spot on the couch to kiss his bright cheeks.

“nah, you’re cute like this,” you replied, pressing another fond kiss on his cheeks. they turned impossibly bright again.)

it took a few minutes before all the eggs are hidden; two are in the kitchen, one are in each rooms, and one is hidden behind the leaves of the potted plant in the living room. the rest were hidden by toji whose eyes glinted with mischief and boyish excitement.

you wait for toji in the kitchen, humming softly as you prepare breakfast. the wafting aroma of coffee fills the space, and something about the chilly morning and the adrenaline for the day had you smiling, feeling more relaxed than ever.

the sound of padding feet rouse you from your thoughts and you turn, seeing toji’s proud smile as he shuffles beside you. you huff at the sight of it. “please tell me that you still made it easy for megumi to find the easter eggs.”

toji’s smile just rises in response.

“toji.”

“well, the kid always liked a challenge.”

you shoot him an unimpressed look. toji just looks away.

. . . . . . . . .

“daddy, i really can’t find the last egg!” megumi whines, pouting as he throws himself across your lap, his egg basket clattering on the floor at the action.

you chuckle as you softly run your fingers through megumi’s hair to calm him down, and the boy just nuzzles closer to you, a mix of exhaustion and irritation showing on his face.

toji coughs, a clear deflection. you narrow your eyes at him but toji just shrugs, shooting you a guileful grin.

“c’mon love, you promised to help gumi if he asks,” you say. megumi nods in agreement as if he was there when you and toji were talking about how to go about the egg hunting. you laugh lightly again.

toji pinches his lips and realization finally caught up on you. you gasp, your eyes shooting open in horror. “toji, you didn’t.”

megumi looks back and forth between you two in confusion. “daddy didn’t what?”

you still don’t look away from toji’s sheepish expression as you say, “baby, please tell me that the last egg isn’t with your worm.”

megumi screams.

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#suns.rq #tojicafe #ask #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #megumi fushiguro #jjk x reader #toji fluff #toji fushiguro fluff #jjk x reader fluff #IM SO SORRY I JUST. THOUGHT THAT TOJI WOULD DO THIS #suns #suns.f

[tojisun]

i got so excited when i saw requests were open!!

could you write a cute little oneshot of toji taking baby megumi to daycare/kindergarten with mamaguro (aka reader)

omg hhdmdk hiii sorry this took too long!! the daycare info is based on gaku babysitters (i.e. age group, specifically megumi’s) because i genuinely don’t know how daycares work. megumi’s a three year old toddler in this fic, as well as his (mentioned) friends: yuuji and nobara! i hope you’ll like this <3

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Toji huffs, an exhausted but fond smile teasing his lips as his eyes track Megumi’s excited little shuffling, his tiny socked feet padding between the kitchen and the living room.

Shiro and Kuro, like Megumi’s beloved shadows, shuffle with him, their paws clicking loudly against the plywood. Occasionally, they will howl whenever Megumi giggles to himself, and Toji, despite the early hour of the day and the creeping exhaustion settling in his bones, feels elated himself.

You sigh beside him and Toji turns to you, a chuckle rumbling from his throat. You look at him, your own eyes heavy with dark bags, and yet you are still so beautiful even when you are tired and sleepy. Toji shifts, an arm pulling you close to his side. “You okay, baby?”

You nod softly, a small smile dancing on your lips as your shoulders sag, tension seeping out. “I’m just happy that last night isn’t weighing on him anymore,” you reply, keeping your voice quiet as Megumi runs past you two again. 

Toji grunts, remembering the hellish hour of Megumi’s nightmare. The poor kid was crying and wailing in phantom pain, begging to be snuggled between you and Toji. 

Even with gentle coaxings, neither of you were able to pry the contents of his nightmare, having been reduced to worried puddles as the boy kept his lips shut and pressed his face flat on your pillow. 

“No!” Megumi had cried, wet eyes turned away, cheeks wet from the onslaught of tears. “Won’t tell! No!”

It had taken so much reassurance that yes you two wouldn’t pry, and yes no matter what he does you two would always be there for him and for each other, and no Megumi we would never hate you before he allowed himself to pass out from exhaustion.

Toji presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “Today will be better.”

“Yeah,” you say. “It’ll be.”

. . . . . . . . . .

Megumi hooks an arm around Toji’s neck, more subdued and quiet as Toji zips his backpack close. You round from the kitchen, shrugging your coat on.

“You ready to go to daycare?” You ask, eyes crinkling as you smile, and Megumi nods, untamed hair bobbing along. 

Toji chuckles. “You sure you’re not just excited to see Yukkun and Nocchan?”

Megumi blushes, ducking to hide his flushed face on Toji’s neck, squeaking out a muffled, “Nooooo.” Toji laughs louder, ruffling Megumi’s hair and quipping a short apology at the tease. Your son peeks up from where he burrowed his head on Toji’s neck and pinches his dad’s chin in retaliation.

Toji faux gasps. “Baby, what’d I say about pinching daddy?”

Megumi pouts. “…Not to pinch.”

Toji hums. “And what’d you just do?”

“…Pinch daddy.”

“Right. And what do we say?”

You look up when you didn’t hear any reply from both of them, only to stifle a short giggle at seeing both dad and son having a stare down. Naturally, Toji wins.

“‘M sorry, daddy.”

Toji kisses Megumi’s forehead. “Thank you, Gumi.”

Megumi hums, hugging his dad tighter. Toji turns to you and shoots you a grin before offering you his free hand. You send a smaller smile his way as you tangle your fingers with his and press your own kiss on the crown of Megumi’s head.

“Okay boys,” you utter, unlocking the door. “Time to go.”

. . . . . . . . . .

Megumi wiggles in his car seat, making grabby hands at the chocolate hot cross buns. 

“Thank you, mommy!” He cheers as you hand them to him.

“You’re welcome, baby!” You say, chuckling. You place the box of tissues beside him before uncapping his water bottle and passing it to him when he tips his head up for a drink.

Toji huffs a laugh from the driver’s seat at seeing the chocolate smear on Megumi’s cheek, now made worse by the water dribbling from the corners of his mouth. You sigh, wiping at it away before it drops onto his shirt.

“Ya still a messy eater, aren’t you, squirt?” Toji asks, reaching out to tickle Megumi’s legs.

Unbothered, Megumi just wiggles his legs until Toji stops, backing away with a laugh. “Okay, okay. No disturbing the lil’ prince while he eats, got it.”

Megumi stops eating as he looks up and nods resolutely, eyes furrowed seriously as though truly agreeing with Toji's remark. It causes your husband to laugh loudly again, shoulders shaking as roaring laughter rumbles from his throat.

A tender smile creeps up on your face, glossed lips stretching as happiness blooms in you. Admittedly, you feel more relaxed at seeing Megumi looking much calmer and happier compared to last night. And while the day’s still early, the heaviness in your heart has finally lightened.

. . . . . . . . . .

Nanami-sensei and Haibara-sensei greet you three as you walk Megumi to the daycare’s footsteps. Megumi shyly waves at them, and runs to hide behind Toji’s legs when Haibara ruffles the boy’s hair.

Toji nods his greetings to them, before feeling a tugging on his pants. He turns to his son.

“Yeah, Gumi?” Toji asks, crouching down to be at Megumi’s eye-level.

The boy points somewhere in the playground. “Yukkun and Nocchan are there,” he says, bouncing excitedly on his feet. “Can I play?”

“Of course,” Toji replies. “But mommy and I are gon’ leave soon so say bye to us?”

“Okay!” Megumi says before crowding Toji’s space to hug him tight. “See you later, daddy!” 

Toji kisses his cheek, smiling at the happy giggles. “See you later, Gumi.”

The boy then zips to your side, full-body slamming on your legs. Toji bites his laughter as you startle, fondly watching as you kneeled to hug and kiss Megumi goodbye. Another heart-filling giggles erupted from the excited boy as you continued to pepper kisses on his cheeks. 

“Mommyyy!” Megumi crows. “Wanna play already!”

“Okay, okay, mommy’s gonna stop now,” you say, pulling back. “See you later, my darling boy.”

“Mhmm! See you later!” 

You all watch as Megumi runs to his friends, both of which were already waiting for him. Toji couldn’t help his bark of laughter when the trio collapsed on each other in a tangled mess after their excitable greetings.

“Shit!” Haibara curses, mirth still visible even when he sounded worried, before running to the kids to help them up.

Nanami grumbled something like, “Language, damn it.” Toji would’ve laughed at the irony, but the man looked extremely tired already so he just pretended that he didn’t hear anything.

He looks at you when he feels your hand clutching onto his, only to almost burst out laughing when he sees your pinched lips, your shoulders trembling hard as you try to suppress your own laughter. Cute, Toji thinks.

The mood instantly bursts when a familiarly grating voice calls, “Nanamin!” 

Scarily in sync, you, Toji, and Nanami turn to see the fast-approaching figure of Gojo Satoru.

“Yeah, no,” Toji says before pulling you away. He didn’t want to deal with that. 

You and Toji pretended to not hear Nanami’s silent cursing.

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#suns.rq #suns.f #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro x fem reader #jjk x reader fluff #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro fluff #toji fluff #jjk fluff #baby megumi #jjk #megumi fushiguro #AHHH THIS IS SO SOFT I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! #hopefully i did the prompt justice 😭 #fluff with dad toji <3333 #tojicafe #ask #suns

[tojisun]

can we get a detailed version of a make out session with toji? 🫣

hhdhshdh omg hi! im sorry it took so long but here you go! i hope you’ll like this one (*ﾉωﾉ)💗

im unsure if this is outright fluff or somewhat nsfw but it’s just a soft make out sesh with toji <33 // context

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There is a thrum underneath your veins, one that makes heat pool in the pit of your stomach until it expands into your chest and your head. You are sure that you are sweating as Toji swerves off towards an almost-empty street, quiet in his musings, but you still feel chill racing down your spine. You cast a quick glance his way before looking away just as quickly, cheeks burning from all the swarming feelings — anticipation, nervousness, desire, fear — that lay as a tangle mess. 

You squeeze your legs together, fiddling with the hem of your dress as you shift around your seat, trying your best to zone in on the radio if only to abate the chaos driving in your head. It is futile. All you can focus on is Toji.

Toji and his warm hands. And his gruff voice. And his silky hair, his scarred lips, and his soft kisses. Toji who looked just as feverish as you know you were, cheeks flushed and warm. Toji whose shoulders tensed when he asked if you would like to come home with him as if there was any other place you would rather be at than be with him. 

You blink back into reality again, clamping your lips down on an embarrassing whine at remembering your desperate and energetic response. Toji had even blinked in surprise at your excitement, before breaking into fond laughter. It was downright adorable, but you were too busy stewing in embarrassment to tell him this.

You startle when his palm gently rests on your thigh, his fingers squeezing it lightly to draw your attention. You look at him and see Toji smiling softly even as his eyes remain on the road. You place a hand on top of his in response, still feeling the curling shyness that bars you from replying.

Toji’s palm often rubbed your thigh softly and carefully, as though the action was to ground him as much as it is to beat away the anxiousness rolling off of you in waves. His touch is ticklish even with the calluses, never forgetting to touch you so delicately, and it makes your chest throb and your throat constrict to be at the receiving end of such attentiveness. Toji’s attentiveness. 

You watch with brewing hesitance and eagerness as Toji drives into a konbini’s empty parking lot. You turn to him, confused.

“Did you need something?”

Toji turns to you and you see a small smirk on his face as he reaches forward and undoes your seatbelt. You blush at the proximity, parting your lips for a quiet and soft gasp as he grasps your waist, pulling slightly, until you are fully turned towards him. 

It is still an awkward position, but you gulp at the intensity of Toji’s eyes. You lick your lips, wetting them nervously, and you delight in the way Toji tracks the movement of your tongue, hooded eyes narrowing in interest and body inching closer to you.

You do not really know who closed the gap completely, but you sigh into the kiss when Toji’s lips finally meet yours, your eyes closing and head tilting to properly slot your lips against his. Toji hums and then you are feeling hands cupping your cheeks, thumbing just underneath your eyes, before he takes the lead. 

The kiss does not get any deeper or faster. Instead, Toji resolutely devours you gently, unraveling you with his warm palms and his slow kisses, until you are trembling and wanting more. 

Breathless, you pull away, your eyes fluttering open, feeling your cheeks and your lips tingle. Toji’s eyes are watching you so, so fondly, it gives you the confidence that you were looking for. 

You climb on his lap, and Toji quickly assists you, his hands coming up to hold you by your waist. You shake under his sharp eyes, feeling small in the safest way. You nuzzle his neck, burrowing in his warmth, and Toji chuckles like he knows what he does to you.

“C’mere, kid,” Toji whispers, coaxing you to look at him. He coos when you finally do, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear as he does so, before peppering kisses on your cheeks, his lips stretching his smile wider as you begin to giggle quietly. Toji trails the featherlight kisses from your cheeks to the corners of your lips, huffing when you whine.

“Just kiss me already, damn it,” you say, and there he goes.

Toji dips low, his lips meeting yours again. The kiss is quick but not any less gentle, and the bubbling feeling in your stomach rose to your chest, ever-so expanding until tremors slid over you. You raise your arms and wrap them around Toji, burying your fingers in his hair to steady yourself from the crashing waves that wash over you. 

Your breath hitches when Toji’s tongue meets yours, a soft keen rumbling from the base of your throat when Toji pulls you closer, his arms mapping the expanse of your back as the kiss turns deeper. More desperate. 

It is minutes before Toji pulls back just enough, his lips ghosting right over yours. “Y’r perfect,” he says, his voice grave, and out of breath. He pecks your lips again. “My pretty girl.”

You puff, shy and embarrassed, before ducking to hide on the crook of his neck. Toji laughs, happy and so, so warm. He rubs at your back softly, the other coming up to pet the back of your head, and you melt on top of him.

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#suns.rq #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro fluff #toji fluff #jjk x reader fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #HDJWJDJ languid make out sesh in toji’s car as he drives you home??? gonna weep #i hope you liked this one anon! and thank you so much omg <33 #anon #ask #suns.f #suns

[tojisun]

okay but toji calling you “kid/kiddo” bc of the age and size difference between you two 😮‍💨

ive read a few fics where he does this and its the hottest thing ever 😵‍💫

YES! i always go feral whenever i see fics of toji just casually dropping "kid." like? the visuals are so strong, i cantt. and ur so right! it perfectly encapsulates the age and size difference between you two 💞💕💖💓💗💕

that said, my brain went brr and i sped through these little snippets of toji calling you "kid." hope u like it bb <33333

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Sleepy mornings:

You pad downstairs, rubbing your eye with your fist, trying to rouse from the sleepiness. It’s not even that early anymore, and yet you still feel so exhausted, trudging about until you reach the kitchen. You beeline towards the already-filled coffee pot, mumbling a quick good morning to the familiar silhouette in the kitchen who is watching you stumble about with vague amusement.

He huffs a fond laugh when you bumped into the counter, and it makes you smile a bit even as you grumble in pain.

With shaky fingers, you reach for the coffee pot only to have it snatched away by Toji. You turn to him, a look of betrayal overcoming your sleepy features.

“Wha? Toji, whu?” You ask, words slurring, eyes still squinted in exhaustion. You can barely see Toji’s face but going by the fact that he’s taken your coffee, he’s either frowning or grinning. Maybe even a bit of both.

“Nah, kid, no coffee today,” Toji replies, placing the pot on the counter behind him. “How about we just sleep in again?”

That makes you perk up, a small smile replacing your pout. “Mkay,” you say before walking out of the kitchen and climbing up the stairs to your shared room. Toji hovers behind you, watching over your fumbling steps, your feet slowly shuffling about until it misses the landing. Toji curses before completely snatching you up and carrying you.

“Careful,” he whispers, worried face peering down at you. “You coulda been hurt.” You blink, feeling more awake as your heart thuds loudly in your chest, awareness slamming in you the moment you lost your balance and ended up in Toji’s arms.

“M’sorry,” you whisper, voice quiet. Then, you smile. “But thanks, hero.”

You clamp down on a squeal at the sight of tan skin blossoming into a flush.

“Whatever,” Toji grumbles, shyly looking away. But with the way his ears and neck flush, staining his skin redder, nothing was able to wipe away the fondness in your eyes.

. . . . . . . . .

Worries:

Toji shifts to stand in front of you, pulling at your wrist until you are fully hidden by his back. There’s a tense silence between the two of them, and despite the comfort that Toji brought with him, you still tremble in fear, skin cold as dread continues to spread through the webs of your veins.

“Whatever,” the thug finally grouches after the heavy stare-down. Toji huffs, fist still tight around your wrist. He doesn’t move until the echoing footsteps fade into silence, completely leaving you in the comfort of Toji.

You do not even notice your erratic breathing or the way tears trickled from the corner of your eyes, focused on nothing but the warmth of Toji’s hand. But you feel him let go and a whine bubbles from your throat, locked knees buckling as you pitch forward to chase him.

“C’mere,” Toji whispers, gentle as he pulls you in his embrace. You fumble with your steps, before collapsing on his chest, head ducking underneath his chin. Your eyes flutter when you feel his warm palm rubbing soothing circles on your back, careful as they slide down your spine as if chasing away the thug’s awful touch.

Toji presses a kiss on the crown of your head. He says, “You’re safe now, kid,” his voice still quiet and tender. “I promise you that.”

And you believe him completely.

. . . . . . . . .

Subsequently, its sibling, “brat”:

You squeak, ducking to the other side of the table as Toji rounds towards the opposite where you were just hovering at. He’s dripping wet, having been doused with soda after you sat on his lap, popped open a can which proceeded to explode on his face.

“It was an accident, Toji-san, I swear!” You say, jolting away when Toji almost got too close.

“No it wasn’t,” Toji responds, hissing and eyes narrowing in accusation. “I saw you shake the damn can.”

You gasp dramatically, pressing your palm flat on your chest. “I did no such thing!”

Toji rolls his eyes but his scarred lips quirk in a small smile, eyes sparkling in amusement. Your heart flutters in your chest, feeling giddy.

A blink and then Toji is swooping you off your feet, hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of rice. You squeal, legs thrashing and accidentally kicking Toji’s stomach. A grunt escapes his lips and you start, stilling, your bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you cringed in guilt.

“Caught you, you brat,” Toji says, voice still winded.

“Sorryyy,” you reply even though you can only see his toned back, your voice drawling out and not really sounding apologetic. He smacks your ass in response.

“Toji-san!”

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#suns.rq #suns.f #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro #jjk #toji fushiguro headcanons #toji headcanons #toji fluff #toji fushiguro fluff #jjk x reader #anon #ask #AAHHH THIS IS SO GOOD AND UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT #every time i see ‘‘kid’’ i fr die screaming n yelling n throwing uppppo #suns

[tojisun]

okay okay soft!toji...but yakuza!soft!toji

*rattles cage* i wanna trace his tattoos as i try to fall asleep. i NEED it ahhh!!!!

kiwiii thats so cute omg??

for this scenario, i was wondering if toji should be naked/half naked/he’s in a yukata that’s slipping off his shoulders because he’s laying on his side, just watching you with that fond smile while this is happening?? and honestly the yukata is toptier hdhhwhs

matching yukatas because yakuza boss toji loves matching with you <333 it’s a subtle way of showing his ownership (yakuza aus always has that tinge of possessiveness) since he really doesn’t want to force you to show off the tattoo on your rib that spells his name. i mean if you want to, he’s all for it since he can fight anyways. someone looks at you wrong? yea they’re dead.

toji’s on his side, long hair that he usually pushes back in the mornings is framing his face, creating shadows that bring out the colour of his eyes, and his scarred lips pulled in an exhausted smile. you shuffle on the bed, reaching out to twine your fingers with his. there are scars lining his arms, webbing until they meet his tattoos and hiding amongst the ink.

“hi,” you say, blinking blearily, looking up at him. his eyes crinkle in delight at your drowsy voice, huffing in quiet laughter.

“hey,” he whispers, voice rumbling from his chest.

it was quiet again after that, and you take that time to go back to studying his scars and his tattoos, marvelling at how he looks with them.

you take your other hand, the one bar of holding toji’s, and press it flat on his chest where a huge piece is inked, extending up to the stretches of his arms and his back. toji trembles when the pad of your fingers begin exploring, pressing and running gently, quiet in your awe.

“like it?” toji asks. you nod, eyes still trained on the mesh of dragons and kois, threading around your name as you continuously caress the expanse of his skin softly. he chuckles, squeezing your other hand.

“toji,” you begin, looking up at him. “you are so beautiful.”

despite the darkness that swallowed you two whole, you see the beginnings of a blush dust his cheeks, tinting tan skin rouge. he looks away, shy from your reverence, and your lips stretch into a wider smile.

yeah, you think, he is so, so beautiful.

you shuffle to his chest, ducking underneath his chin. your eyes flutter when his arm comes around to embrace you, keeping you close to his beating heart. you feel the press of toji’s lips on your forehead and you purr, your heart swelling with so much love for him.

#suns.rq #suguruwrx #tay #ask #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji headcanons #toji fushiguro fluff #toji fluff #AAAHHH THIS IS SO GOOD #hes such a soft lover??? my heart yearns for him #hes just amazing we love him sm #yakuza boss toji either is in alliance w zenins or he killed them :’> #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #suns

[tojisun]

Hii i don't really know if your requests are open rn/ if they aren't sorry for bothering you!/ Could i maybe request a little silly imagine with toji thigh fucking y/n? Luv u!!🏵️🏵️

hi babe! sorry this took too long hhshs im not that good at writing smut but i hope you’ll like this! thank u for this prompt (imagining this scenario with toji sent my stomach flippingg) and luv u too <33

cw: NSFT, fem reader, smut, overstimulation, dom/sub tones, soft dom toji, thigh fucking, brief mentions of other positions! (i.e. 69, reverse cowgirl, doggy), toji being a simp // wc: 2k

You wake up to gentle kisses pressed on the back of your shoulder, feeling warm hands wrap around your body. You blink your eyes open, head still muddled with sleep and exhaustion, seeing but a blur of darkness and the faint orange of dawn breaking across the horizon, the sky peeking through the small crack in between the grey curtains of the bedroom.

You shift, gasping a bit at the sting in between your legs, your back protesting as you turn to meet the soft lips peppering your exposed skin, gliding up from the base of your neck to the side of your jaw. A hum rumbles from your throat, still not awake enough to talk.

“G’morning,” Toji murmurs on your skin, nuzzling your neck. His hands dip, resting on your stomach and you fumble around until you are threading yours with his. You mumble another grunt, squishing your face on the pillows. He laughs, a sound that reverberates from his chest to your back, both of you equally exposed.

There is an easy silence, your breaths matching the pace of his. Toji is far too awake for your liking, but he is gentle with his affections and lets you rise from the fog of sleep. He rubs his palms on the exposed skin of your belly, sliding them down until he is massaging at the dip of your waist and into the rise of your hips. There is a low sharp intake of breath from Toji as he rubs his thumbs on the crinkle between your legs and your groin. You blink your eyes open again, a breathy giggle escaping your lips at the ticklish feeling.

“Hi,” you greet, twisting your body to face Toji and smiling upon meeting his soft eyes.

“Hey,” he says, smiling back. “How’re you feeling?”

You blush, remembering how Toji had thoroughly fucked you last night—on your knees, face pressed on the pillows to stifle the rising moans that scratched your throat, feeling like your legs would soon melt and leave you in a heapless, trembling shell as Toji punched out orgasm upon orgasm from your twitching hole; on your side, scratching the sheets as Toji fucked you from behind, big hand holding your leg up and the other playing with your nipple, feeling so exposed and pliant in Toji’s arms; on your back, arms pushed on top of your head and bound by Toji’s hand, writhing and squirming, eyes wet with tears at feeling too blissed out and edged at the same time; laying on top of Toji, mewling with your mouth gagged with his cock, your legs shaking and pussy dripping, jolting at every lick before fully sobbing, abandoning Toji’s cock to cry at feeling Toji’s tongue pushing and prodding and fucking you; on your knees again, head bobbing to suckle at the head of Toji’s cock as it slides between your tits, cum and spit making the slide wetter and sloppier; on Toji’s lap, bouncing on his cock, using his chest as a leverage as Toji guided you up-down-up-down, crying and finally collapsing on him, squirting on his lap messily when he growled, “good girl.”

Toji laughs, one hand coming up to cup your cheeks as the other continues to run at your hip, exposed skin breaking out in goosebumps as blood floods your cheeks. You peer at Toji through your lashes, feeling flutterings in your pussy, and you squirm at the intense look in Toji’s eyes. He is looking at you like he has been thinking about last night too, his fingers twitching as if he wants more.

You swallow, remembering that you had yet to answer Toji’s question. He waits, not prodding as you gather your swirling mind to structure sentences, willing the desire thrumming in your veins to dissipate. “M’okay,” you say, twitching at feeling Toji’s hand begin to explore further down, sliding from your hips to the swell of your ass. He squeezes lightly and you squeak, shyly ducking your head low when Toji’s eyes become hooded, squinting in desire.

“So pretty for me,” he croons, hand tipping your head up and urging you to look at him again. You lick your lips, feeling your mouth dry at the crashing hunger in your gut, and Toji’s eyes zero on the pink of your tongue, watching intently until it disappears behind your lips again. Then, he ducks down and finally devours you in a bruising kiss.

You nuzzle closer, melting into his touch as you match the pace of his kiss. Your hands come up to fist his hair, back arching, pushing your breasts to brush against his chest. You gasp, pleasure intensifying when Toji shifts, grabbing handfuls of your ass and kneading, dexterous fingers shifting lower. You moan when Toji’s fingers brush against your wet pussy, rubbing gentle strokes but not pushing any further.

Toji pulls away from the kiss, latching his lips on your neck, sucking and biting more bruises, adding to the scattering that he left last night. “Already so wet for me,” he murmurs on your skin, voice coming out as a hiss. “Can you handle more?”

You tremble, head almost lost to the thick haze of desire, but you know your limits. You shake your head in response. “N-not yet,” you whisper, chest heaving when Toji’s lips dip lower, trailing soft nips until they are hovering over your nipple. He pecks it softly, then he takes it in between his teeth and sucks. You keen, pulling at his hair as you rise and crash in the rolling pleasure, legs buckling from where they lay tangled with Toji’s.

He pulls off and kisses the throbbing bud before giving the same attention to the other one. You feel a slick slide down to your thigh and longing pools in the pit of your stomach. “Want you,” you cry, voice curling into another moan when Toji sucks one more time, teeth dragging to lightly nip at the bud. “I wanna feel you!”

Toji looks at you from where his head is nestled between your breasts, hooded eyes glinting so dangerously. He licks a stripe at your nippple and pulls off, rising until he is mounting you, thick arms caging your head. His chest is heaving, a shine of sweat lining his forehead and his neck. You bite at your bottom lip, eyes flitting down until they land on his hardened cock. You gasp, soundless and soft, and Toji’s eyes furrow, lips stretching in a feral grin.

He noses your cheek until his lips land on your ears. “Where do you want to feel me?” Toji asks, bucking his hips slowly, rutting on the meat of your thighs almost like an emphasis. “Throat or thighs?”

You breathe in sharply, voice wavering as you watch precum dribble from the head of his cock. Toji, high off of your reaction, continues, “Wanna choke on my cock, princess? Wanna feel it slide down your throat, stuffing you there like a slut? Or wanna feel it in your thighs, slapping against the naughty lips of your pussy?”

You whimper, writhing in the heightening hunger that you are feeling, unable to answer. “Which one?” Toji growls, patience thinning, wanting nothing more but to finally feel any of you around him.

“Thighs!” You whine, hooking your arms around his neck. “Wanna feel your cock on my pussy, please Toji!”

Toji groans and pulls back, crawling at the edge of the bed to snag the bottle of lube discarded there last night, before returning to you. He holds your thighs and guides them open, slotting himself in between before settling your calves on his shoulders. You feel so exposed this way, legs propped open with Toji so close to where you want him to be, but knowing that he would not be pressing in. It feels a lot different, almost like it is more clumsy but not any less intimate.

You watch with wide eyes and bated breath as Toji pops the bottle open, pouring a small amount onto his hand, warming it up with his palm, before spreading it on your inner thighs. When your skin is all shiny and slippery, you watch, entranced, as Toji lathers the excess on his hardened cock, hissing in pleasure at finally being touched. You gulp, looking on as Toji hunches over, grunting in solo-pleasure, before ripping his hands off his cock. He is breathing heavily, irises blown so wide, and your heart wildly thuds in your chest when Toji grabs your hips and lines himself between your thighs, almost like he is really about to fuck you.

Then, Toji pushes forward and a low hiss rumbles from his throat. You keen, eyes shutting close and head pushing deeper into the pillows at the feeling of Toji’s cock sliding against the lips of your pussy. It’s just a graze, barely enough to even hit your clit, but it already feels so good.

With your eyes shut close, you do not see the way Toji’s hips stutter, eyes shining with pure adoration and lips stretching in a manic grin. He slides out again, making sure to drag his cock over your pussy before rutting back in, this time digging his cock further into the lips of your pussy. Your eyes shoot open, whining when pleasure exploded in your gut.

Seeing your reaction, Toji speeds up, and you look down, watching the way Toji’s cock disappears behind your thighs before sliding to nestle itself to your vulva. The slaps of his thighs meeting yours is all too familiar, and despite not having his cock stuffed inside you, everything about this still looks incredibly lewd. There is heaviness where his cock lays flushed over your pussy, your thighs dimpling every time he slides in, reminding you just how big Toji truly is. You have always known this—you have been so intimate with his cock, Toji constantly pushing you beyond the edge and more with it—and yet, it feels different as it slides between your thighs and punches at your pussy like this.

Delirious and feeling so close, you pinch your nipples in hopes of finally sending you toppling over. Toji growls when he sees you, hips growing more frantic. “Beautiful,” he says, hands holding you tighter and breaths coming out harsher. You do not look away from him as you tweak and play with your breasts, gasping out short moans every time he drives his cock over your pussy, smearing the thick slick between you two.

A short, “Fuck-!” scratches your throat before you are throwing your head back, body arching as you climax, a spray of squirt drenching your already wet thighs and Toji’s flushed cock. Your thighs squeeze tighter and a loud mmrf escapes Toji’s parted lips before he is following you into your climax, shooting warm cum on your stomach and over your wet pussy.

He collapses beside you, pulling your trembling body close to him. There is still static ringing in your ears, your head swimming in distant pleasure. Toji presses soft kisses on your face, wiping the tears that slid down your cheeks and holds you close as you descend from your high. You two are both breathing heavily, feeling sluggish and exhausted.

“Holy shit,” you say, voice wrecked again, before giggling. Toji smiles at you, holds you closer for another minute, before pulling away with a kiss on your lips. You watch as he pads to the bathroom and comes back with a damp towel, hair pushed back from his sweaty forehead and cum cleaned off from his skin. You whine when he wipes at your pussy, feeling overstimulated just from the touch. Toji murmurs an apology as he speeds up cleaning you off, whispering sweet nothings and distracting you with gentle kisses on your inner thighs.

When you are clean, Toji throws the towel on the floor and collects you in his arms, pulling the covers over you two. Exhaustion settles deep in your bones and you are reduced to humming out responses to whatever Toji is murmuring to you.

Before descending to sleep, you hear him say, “I love you.”

And with a warm smile, you croak out, “I love you too.”

#suns.rq #ok so i thought thigh fucking = leg humping and that was embarrassing #i had a whole different fic of just that (college au and frat boy toji) then boom my friend was like ‘‘babe theyre not the same thing’’ #so yea now that fic is tabled <3 #I HOPE THIS ONE IS GOOD OMG HEFIOAJD IM SO BAD AT WRITING SMUT I HOPE YOU ARE NOT DISAPPOINTED #thank u sm for trusting me that i can pull this off because whew i had fun writing this!!! #take care babyyyyy and see u whenever u hit the inbox! #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk x reader #toji x reader smut #toji smut #long post #anon #ask #suns #suns.f

[tojisun]

Toji as a po*n star huh 😳 imagine him corrupting his virgin and innocent gf. Thank you for conking to my Ted talk cuz that’s all I have to say 😮‍💨 Maybe some head cannons too

holy fuck. losing my whole mind and soul and heart at this???? x

here’s a little something because head empty, just this type of toji 😭 quackie i hope you like this!!!

cw: NSFT, smut, corruption kink, mean toji, fem reader, a slight oc appearance, daddy kink, lapslock // wc: 1.6k

i.

one day, while you and toji are cuddling in your room and watching a movie from your laptop, he just breaks the silence and says, “wanna watch porn?”

he feels you stiffen on his lap, a gasp punching itself from your lungs, and toji turns to watch the flush that explodes on your face, cheeks turning into a delicious red. god you’re so beautiful.

“only if you want to, though,” he adds a moment later when you remained unmoving and quiet. a small part of him thinks you truly do not want to, but from the way you are squirming on his lap and fidgeting, playing with the hem of your skirt, toji thinks you actually do.

well, you always did want to do anything he suggested. always so eager to please him. eager to be his good girl. it’s endearing, actually, how you are so natural at being a submissive little darling for him. always wide-eyed and blushy as you whisper, “yes, toji-san.”

fuck, he’s already getting hard.

“i want to,” you tell him, hands fisted at your skirt and eyes not meeting his, embarrassed and shy at your admittance. “please?”

toji’s lips curl, breathing sharply at your soft voice. at hearing you ask for his permission. damn, aren’t you too perfect for him?

“‘course,” he murmurs and he pulls the laptop to him, opening a site he knows too well. you watch him throughout, resting your head on his shoulder, trembling in excitement or nervousness, toji doesn’t know. he clicks on a video, sneering at the cringey title, and sits back again, pulling you closer to him.

he pretends he doesn’t hear your gasp as you brush on his half-hard dick, his control especially straining when you squirm to feel it again. damn it baby.

the video plays but toji doesn’t bother to watch it. he knows what’s going to happen, after all he’s in it. instead, he turns his sharp eyes on you, absorbing the way you watch as his co-star introduced herself, pretending to be a school teacher, her plump breasts in a too-tight blouse.

toji sees the exact moment you see him come into view as your lips fall open, eyes widening, breath hitching and body tensing all over again. he expected for you to look at him and question why’s he a porn star, of all things. but you do not move, wide eyes hungrily watching as toji tore miyuka’s blouse, his big hand groping her breasts while the other yanked her lingerie down. you moan at the same time miyuka does. fuck.

(he felt a stirring in his gut as he watched himself in their new film. the director showed them the final cut, asking if he or miyuka wanted to edit or remove some parts. miyuka was also gazing intently at the screen, her eyes furrowed as she watched herself mewl underneath toji’s arms, her head thrown back as toji licks a stripe on her neck. toji liked how the filming ended up looking and miyuka also agreed after finishing the video.

“we look good together, don’t we?” she asked toji, eyeing him from the mirror in their dressing room, dabbing a finger on her lips to set her gloss. “wanna date for real?”

toji chuckled, a quiet and humourless sound, as he turned to her. “i don’t need you,” he said. “i’ve got the sweetest darling at home, waiting for me.”

miyuka huffed at his response, crossing her arms and pouting. “what a lucky lady.”

toji hummed. “nah. i’m the one who’s lucky.”)

toji chuckles when you lean closer to the screen and the sound of his voice breaks you from your trance. you shriek, turning your flushed head to meet his stare. “toji-san!” you exclaim, hiding your face behind your hands, sweater paws and all.

he laughs, prying your hands from your face. “c’mon now, doll, don’t be shy. just a minute ago, you looked like you were ready to swallow my dick.”

you mewl at his words, shifting on his lap and squeezing your thighs close. your skirt rides up, edges of your underwear peeking through. plain black, probably matching your bra, and yet toji thinks it’s the hottest he’s seen. your hand shoots to your skirt, tugging it down to hide yourself, but toji grasps your hands loosely and tangles your fingers with his.

“my dick’s all censored in these clips,” he whispers, voice deep and lidded with arousal. he guides one of your hand down to the bulge in his pants, hissing when your smaller hand finally brushes it. he’s been leaking precum since a while ago, becoming too sensitive from your writhing and hitched breaths, that a brush of your fingers feels too good. your eyes are still blown wide and stuck to his, watching his reactions with something akin to wonder and excitement, and he groans when you begin rubbing at his hardened length with vigour, clumsy hand feeling so good despite the layers in between.

he laughs before pulling you closer, kissing you hard and desperate and rigorous. you groan in pleasure despite craning your neck awkwardly, hands still trapped in toji’s hold. he pulls back, tugging at your bottom lip, sucking once more before finally releasing it. he noses at your ear, and says, “so, wanna see my dick uncensored?” it’s some cringe line, one fitting for cringier porn films and not for his moment with you, and yet you moan, nodding your head in reply.

“yes please.”

oh. how could he forget. “you’re truly my good girl, aren’t you.”

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ii.

toji taking your virginity away in the most mind-blowing and intense sex ever. pure dirty talk and so much teasing, driving you mad until you’re tipping over and crying, begging him so, so sweetly.

“you’ve always wanted my cock, don’t you? look how you’re so tight on my fingers, swallowing so greedily. can’t believe i thought you were my innocent darling when you turn into a desperate whore just from my fingers!” toji says, pumping three fingers in you, scissoring and curling them. your head is thrashing, hands fisting the sheets, hips unconsciously rising and grinding to meet toji’s thrusts.

“how will my cock fit in this tiny pussy when i can barely fit four fingers?” toji’s voice sounds mocking, faux worry, sighing as if disappointed. then, he says, “but don’t worry. daddy will make it fit.”

all the while, you are squealing, begging, “toji-san! want your cock! want your cock! daddy, please please please!”

when toji finally does bottom out, he gives you time to adjust. you are shaking, crying and delirious, eyes squeezed close as you feel just how big toji really is. toji closes his eyes, hissing at the tight heat enveloping him, trying his very best to not start thrusting.

he snaps when he watched your shaky hand come up, prodding at where you feel his cock is. you giggled, peering up at him through wet lashes. “can feel you here, daddy.”

“relax,” is all he says before he just starts fucking into you earnestly. you scream, body lifting at the intensity of it all. you start crying again, hands letting go of the sheets to claw at toji’s back.

oh but the pain subsides. and when it does, pleasure floods you so scarily fast that you are reeling from the feeling. your head is buzzed and your ears are ringing, and you only zone back in to hear toji chuckling, fingers still flicking your nipples. “fuck baby, you just squirted!” he sounds ecstatic, giddy. you don’t know what squirting means—you don’t even know if you can think at the moment.

“is that—is that good?” you ask, voice hoarse and broken, moaning at the spike of pleasure again. toji laughs. “yeah baby. means you’re a fuck’n slut. my slut.”

toji also saying, “god, baby, you can star in my porn films at this point. look at you.” he sounds adoring, in awe as he watched you bounce on his cock, hands holding his, your tongue lolled out and hair a tangled mess. “you’re so desperate for this dick, aren’t you?”

when he cums, he bows his head onto the crook of your neck, moaning amidst your broken squeals. “i love you, baby,” he says, voice gentle, a sudden switch from the domineering tone he was using just minutes ago. you’re too tired to reply, but toji doesn’t mind.

he kisses you again and slowly pulls out, whispering things like “you did good,” or “i’ve got you” as you whimper from the sting. he collapses beside you and you blearily watch him as he smiles, a sweet little thing, and kisses you again.

aftercare with toji is divine.

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iii.

“if you want me to stop being a porn star, tell me and i’ll stop.”

you are quiet, wrapped in a blanket and hiding your face on his chest as if he didn’t just fuck you to putty a while ago. you’re perfect and you don’t need to hide anything, but he indulges you anyways and gathers you in his arms.

you mumble something on his chest, words incoherent and too quiet to hear. “speak up, baby. tell me what’s on your mind.”

toji is patient as you gather your thoughts. then he hears you say, “that’s okay. you look good doing that.”

you can’t even say the word ‘porn,’ fuck that’s so adorable. he smiles, planting a kiss on your head, and says, “alright. but the sentiment stands indefinitely so if you change your mind and you want me to stop, tell me and i will.”

you nod and he feels you press a light kiss on his chest. he laughs.

yeah, you truly are his sweet darling.

#suns.rq #edited #quack-ie #ask #yeah i had to watch p%rn/cam boys for this ask 😭 #totally didnt split this into two parts because i dont know how to properly write smut wdym psshhh #this is FILTH and i love it xbksjxnsnd #toji is good with aftercare dont even tell me otherwise #also hes actually a simp so 😌 #jjk #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen toji #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #daddy toji #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x fem reader #toji fushiguro jujutsu kaisen #suns #long post

[tojisun]

Oh god "how we break" just left me in tears! Amazing but so very heartbreaking 💔 😭 and then that timeline of reader being pregnant with toji's baby made me think of what if reader had the child before mamagorou came back;

Toji's son being confused and distressed on why mommy is going to live somewhere else and he swaps houses each week. Who is this woman daddy is with? Megumi's mom? Megumi has a mom and its not her!

Toji's son going to therapy to deal with this sepearation and never warming up to his step-mom but is cordial. Grows more and more distant from his dad and brother, seeing how happy step-mom, dad and megumi are, feeling like an intruder and evantually asks the heartbreaking question of staying with mommy from now on.

Toji's son getting his guard up when gojo starts dating his mom; will he leave her too? But gojo breaks down his walls with a freaking sledgehammer and they grow close.

Toji's son getting excited at the prospect of being an older brother...

Ya know, things like that.

OH THIS IS PAINFUL PAINFUL. THIS IS A DIFFERENT TYPE OF ANGST HSKSJS HELP?? OMG I LOVE THIS

this turned super long dnwkdjek i hope you like it <333

word count: 2.4k

[how we break]; [hwb au pregnant reader]

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mama’s crying.

he doesn’t know where mama is or even hear her clearly, but he’s always had a keen ear. his papa said it’s a blessing, just like big brother.

but it doesn’t feel like a blessing right now. not with mama’s hiccupy cries and papa’s absence. where was papa? was he with mama and he’s comforting her? he hopes papa is.

the night is high and the moon is bright. the november winds are unrelenting with their screaming; trees whipping onto windows and the rain dropping heavily like diamonds. and yet all he hears is mama crying.

he rises from his bed, looking around his dark room and feeling the rising fear in his chest. too dark, too alone. but he needs to go to mama.

he runs to the door, not looking at anything, afraid that he’d see something in the shadows. yanking the door open, he feels his heart crash when he saw someone standing in front of him.

he screams.

“baby?!” you ask, crouching to pick him up. “oh baby, why are you crying?”

he opens his eyes, tears blurring what he can see, and cries when he realizes it’s just you.

“mama!” he wails, “i’m scared!”

“nothing to be afraid of, my beloved,” you say, pressing kisses at the swell of his chubby cheeks. you wipe at his eyes (green like his), chuckling when his long lashes flutter and tickle your fingertips. “mama’s always here.”

“i love you mama,” he whispers, rubbing a chubby fist at his eyes.

“i love you too,” you whisper back, tucking him into your neck and humming a lullaby to ease him back to sleep. you step into his room, gently resting on his bed as he settles on your chest. 

his soft snores lightened up the heaviness in your heart, but it refuses to dissolve the lump in your throat. you wish you can just live your life without telling your son about toji, but you know him. he’s always loved you and toji fervently; loved the way toji would wake him up with gentle pokes on his sides, carrying him around even when he is grouchy. he loved the way breakfast was always with you, toji, and megumi.

how will you tell him his brother is gone?

you cradle your son tighter, pressing your face on his head, hoping that this silence has the answers for tomorrow. 

it does not.

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he cries, sobbing for so long and so loud until he’s grown tired from crying. it’s a good thing you’ve managed to make him eat breakfast before finally telling him.

“papa and megu-nii not eating?” he asked, little feet swinging as he watched you prepare his waffles. 

“not today,” you answered, trying your best to suppress the sadness in your voice. he squealed in delight when you spread chocolate on one of his waffles, clapping in joy every time he took a bite.

from then on you knew he was feeling antsy as he waited for toji and megumi to leave their rooms. 

when it finally hit noon, he turned to you, asking where his papa and brother are. you thought you can delay it more, but when you saw that he was becoming more restless, you finally caved.

he did not understand what you meant, not like you expected him to do so. the reality sank when he ran to megumi’s room, calling for him as though you three were only playing a really drawled out hide-and-seek with him. 

when he saw how empty megumi’s room was of megumi, your precious boy ran to you. you cannot help but cry along as you listened to him sob out toji and megumi’s names, as though willing the two of them to come back.

they don’t. of course, they don’t.

you do not let go of him as he continues to weakly cry, eyes now shut close and body so tired that he cannot help but rest on you.

“mama won’t leave,” you tell him. “i will never.”

he sniffles, nodding shakily. 

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

toji visits two months later.

“what do you want?” 

when toji messaged you that he wanted to talk, you asked your friend to babysit your son on the day toji’s planning to come. your son was hesitant to go with your friend, having been clingier ever since toji and megumi’s disappearance. he cried, thinking that you were giving him away. you and your friend had assured him that that will never be the case.

only when he saw their three dogs did he agree to being babysat. 

“i still want to be in his life.”

you tense, feeling the temperature of the room drop instantly. there is a white noise that slams in your ears, robbing you off of comfort.

this should be a good thing, you think, this is what your son needs. and yet fear engulfs you whole.

“okay,” you say, softly, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

toji leaves not a minute to spare. he does not ask about you or apologize even. he leaves again and your heart shatters like the first time round.

your son easily agrees, excited at the prospect of meeting his brother and father again.

you wish you felt the same way, but fear reverberates loudly in you.

they’ll take him from you too.

you wish you were stronger enough to silence the demons in your head.

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

papa and megu-nii came to pick him up with a woman he doesn’t know. she looks a lot like megu-nii, and their closeness reminds him of the way he is with you. megu-nii does not leave her side the way he thought his brother would, and she is looking at him with a strange look that he does not recognize.

only papa acts like usual. papa picks him up and presses a soft kiss on his cheeks. he giggles and kisses at papa’s chin, still too short to be able to reach anything else.

papa smiles at him before turning to megu-nii and the woman. “won’t you say hi, gumi?”

he turns to megu-nii excitedly but his brother does not greet him. the woman is still looking at him, her lips pressed together firmly. he turns back to his brother and greets him instead. “hi, megu-nii!”

he expects his brother to smile at him the way he used to but the woman just pulls megu-nii away, tucking him on her side. he turns to papa, confused, and yet papa’s face is blank.

he feels weird. unwelcome. unwanted.

he wants mama back.

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

the woman is kind to him. she is gentle despite the strange look in her eyes. she takes care of him, and yet he can’t help but feel like something about him is hurting her.

he told papa this when he is being tucked in bed, but papa assures him that the woman is not a mean person. papa also told him not to worry about megu-nii; said he is just feeling bad.

he is a good boy and a good brother so he pinky promised with papa that he will try helping megu-nii. papa chuckled at him before pressing a final kiss and leaving again.

he wants to ask papa to sing him a song or read him a book, but papa turned the lights off and closed the door shut, and he is eaten up by darkness. there is fear in him, but hesitance chains him down. he wants to cry and to call for papa, but he is scared that papa will leave again if he’s a bad boy. so he holds his tongue and squeezes his eyes close, trying to remember mama’s voice.

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megu-nii grows kinder as the days go by. he is very happy that his brother is back to playing with him. but he calls the woman “mommy.”

isn’t mama megu-nii’s mommy too?

he wants to ask papa but then he sees him kiss her the way he used to kiss mama, and he totters away, trying not to cry.

papa left mama for her.

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the two weeks pass by and he is back in mama’s arms. he wails when papa leaves, but he does not miss him as much as he misses mama.

when you asked him how his stay with toji was, he does not say about papa kissing someone else. he does not tell you about megu-nii not calling you mama anymore. he does not talk about the scary nights in a foreign bed, alone with no night light.

what he tells you, instead, are the good memories. how she baked him a cake and let megu-nii and him eat it even before dinner. he tells you about megu-nii’s new dogs, one white and one black huskies. he tells you how papa carried him and megu-nii together at the same time. papa is super strong!

you giggle at his stories and he feels very happy about it.

he is your hero, isn’t he?

“i love you mama!”

you press a long and loud kiss at his forehead. “i love you too!”

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

he grows old like this.

a constant back-and-forth between living with you and toji. and yet, despite how much he stays with toji and his family, he never feels part of it.

megu-nii becomes megumi. and papa becomes toji-san. toji doesn’t comment on the change of his name, but every time your son calls him that there is a fleeting twinge of something in his eyes.

your son refuses to know what it is.

toji has long given up the right to be a good father when he willingly gave him up to be with her again. he doesn’t care if she was toji’s first love, not when they both hurt you.

they don’t know how much you suffered; how you had to juggle being a single mom and working many shifts to continuously afford your apartment and sending him to a good school. toji helped, but it’s never enough.

not in his eyes.

not when everything happened because of his fleeting love for you.

then enters gojo satoru.

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gojo satoru loves you in a way that is so familiar and new at the same time.

he doesn’t understand how this stranger just barrelled in both of your lives and managed to show more love to him than his biological father ever did.

a part of him is scared. scared that you’d be hurt by satoru. scared that you’d leave him for satoru. but.

he remembers how much you’ve scraped for him and he sees how much satoru respects you, and the fear lessens. it never fades fully—he doesn’t know if it ever will. but if you were able to accept a whole new love despite the pain that toji left you with, then maybe it is okay for him to move on too.

and so he does.

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when he turns eleven, you marry satoru with his blessing.

it is a memory that he cherishes dearly.

you had sat him down, not beating around the bush, and stated that satoru had proposed.

“i said yes,” you told him, “but his proposal isn’t just for me but it is also for you. he may be marrying me but you are my son. your decision comes first.”

“if i don’t like satoru-san, you won’t marry him?” he asked, bewildered.

you smiled at him, brushing at his hair. “of course. i would not choose anyone over you and if you do not want him in our lives, then he wouldn’t be.”

“but you love him.”

“and i love you more.”

he cried that day, collapsing into your arms as though you have vanquished all the weight that he’s been carrying all along. the fear trapped in his heart had finally subsided and the choking anxiousness bleeds out of him.

“i love satoru-san,” he muttered, breaths still hitching because of the tears. “he makes you happy.”

“he does, doesn’t he?”

when satoru hears his approval, he scoops up your son and hugs him close. “thank you,” satoru says.

“thank you,” your son replies.

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“toji-san, i’m not going to come back here anymore.”

this was said during dinner, a usually loud affair but megumi’s over in his friend’s house so it’s just him, toji, and his wife.

the scraping of metal on ceramic stops. he looks up, meeting toji’s eyes unflinchingly.

“what do you mean?”

he shrugs. “mama’s moving somewhere else and i want to follow her.”

“did she force you into this?”

he grips at his fork, tensing his jaw at toji’s accusation. how dare he.

he clears his throat, trying to release the tension that coiled in his being. it refuses to budge.

“she would never and you know that.”

it must have been the wrong thing to say as he watches toji glare back at him, a hand coming to hold hers as though he has disrespected her. as though he wasn’t just trying to protect you from toji’s scathing words.

“why are you leaving?” she asks instead, noticing that neither he nor toji were willing to continue the conversation.

“she’s about to give birth to my sister,” he answers. “dad bought a bigger house for us four in shibuya.”

“oh,” she whispers, a hand coming up to hide her gasp.

toji flinches after hearing him call satoru “dad.”

for the rest of the night, toji had not spoken to him. he does not mind it at all.

when megumi came home, he helped him pack his stuff. there was a comfortable silence between them both and it is only now did he realize how simple their relationship had turned out to be.

i’d be a better brother than this, he thinks.

and he will be.

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he is fourteen when she came into this world bearing white hair like satoru and eyes like yours. he does not look like her at all, but he loves her all the same.

especially as you and satoru loved them both equally.

when she learns to speak more than mama and dada, no one is surprised that the next word she learns is nii-cha.

#suns.rq #how we break #how we break alternate ending #anon #ask #SOOOOO I MADE A FIC #I WAS JUST GONNA MAKE A DRABBLE BUT ALAS I CANNOT STOP WRITING THIS #this is tbh a good prompt #kinda had a hard time trying not to name the child because it'd be better if he's nameless yk #but also omg i rlly hurt the poor boy im sorry #i hope you liked this! #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji x you #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk #Jujutsu Kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #long post #suns

[tojisun]

no thoughts just bodyguard!toji

thats so hottt omgg!! sorry it took too long, but here’s a 1.3k words drabble of bodyguard toji in a yakuza au because the brainrot goes hardd

also, this certainly ended up very differently than what i started with but i hope you’ll like it <333

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A smirk slides on your lips, curling your indifferent mask into something so conniving. Something so manipulative, it had Naoya’s hackles rising.

But just as quick as the surprise came, it sizzled back into a blank slate. You cannot help but commend him for how quick he was able to school his expression as he forced his tensed shoulders to sag, feigning callousness and detachment. Your eyes slide to his clenched fists where his nails dig into his silk hakama — silent in his anger, controlling the output. Really, he deserves the praise. But you hold your tongue, eyes narrowing in interest.

You wait, unwilling to be the one to break the stand-off. You have never liked the silence, having always needed any white noise to filter your thoughts to deprive them from spiralling. But in this choking room with Naoya? You can wait in silence for eons long.

You have never met the heir of the Zenin clan, but rumours speak louder and they go around faster. From the south, whispered by the plush lips of the Inumakis, they spoke of Zenin Naoya’s impatience; how his sharp mind is overshadowed by his tenuous humility. From the east, rumbled from the archaic drawl of the Kamos was the brat’s brashness; how, while some of his actions are backed by his successes, he has more faults. Why, from the north, exclaimed by the supreme Gojos themselves are Naoya’s countless defeats; how, despite the admiration that he is showered with by the Zenins, he could never come close to the Gojo Satoru. 

And now, it seems, he’s finally found his way to you. Uninvited. Unprompted. Unwanted.

So you wait, unwilling to bow down before the brat.

Naoya breaks.

“Why’s he here?!” He asks, voice rising into a wavering hiss, almost like he is overwhelmed by his anger. Befitting his reputation, the brat stands and points a finger to the man hovering behind you.

You do not even need to look to know who Naoya is talking about. After all, you made sure that he would be present during your meetup with the Zenin heir. 

You hum, leaning forward to pluck your yunomi from the table. The tea has long gone cold, but you raise a dismissing hand toward the maid who stepped forward to replace your cup for a warmer one, after all, you are only drinking to consume time. She bowed before sliding back into the shadows, her green kimono meshing well with the fusuma. 

Naoya is shaking in his anger as he watches you take a leisure sip, a quiet hum purring from your throat in exaggerated delight. You place your cup back down, still smiling even as sharp brown eyes track your movements.

Then, as if taking your free mouth as a signal to go on, Naoya asks once again. “What’s Toji-kun doing here, with you?”

“Well now, that’s just rude,” you tut. “I’m an amazing company. Just ask him.” You smile, this one downright mean, as you tip your head towards Toji. 

Naoya starts, fury melting into nervousness and anticipation and respect, mixing together seamlessly and leaving the Zenin heir to look too young and too naive. You bark out a laugh, shaking your head incredulously.

“Are you serious?” 

Naoya blinks at the sudden rage in your voice. You have only been patronizing, if not outright malicious, as though he was not worth your wrath. But this tone, this one that had Toji straightening behind you, made Naoya nervous. 

It made him feel weak.

“You kicked out Toji from your clan because you felt threatened by him–”

“I didn’t–”

“Don’t interrupt me, boy,” you spat out, levelling Naoya with a hard glare, your eyes glinting under the pale lights. 

Naoya sews his lips shut, teeth gritting and jaw locking. The familiar coiling of shame bursts in his stomach, licking up along his veins until he is flushed.

“You’re too spoiled, is what you are. Satoru already warned you about your loose tongue, and yet here you are, forgetting your place again.” You sigh, shaking your head. 

“You had Toji removed from the clan when you noticed that he was gaining independence, in fear that he could very well overthrow your ‘right.’ I just so happen to pick up the pieces.”

Almost instantly, a yunomi shatters as Naoya slams his hands on the table, mop of dyed hair creating shadows over his bright eyes. “Bullshit! What makes you think that I’ll believe you, huh? For all I know, you made this happen! Maybe you were the one who’s been funding his–”

A resonating slap echoes in the room, cutting off Naoya’s tangent. His trembling hand comes up to feel his swollen cheek, eyes wide in shock as he looks at you with a swarm of emotions bypassing the rings of his irises. You pull your hand back to your being, ignoring the faint stinging of your palm.

“How dare you,” Naoya seethes. His men draw closer, pulling out their guns and pointing them at you. You watch, calm even with the heightened tension, before raising a hand and dismissing the cocked out guns of your own men. There was a moment of silent protests, but ultimately, they holster them back. 

“Naoya,” you begin, sitting back down. “What makes you think I owe you any more explanation?”

He sputters. 

“Toji-kun’s one of us! What else do you need?!”

“This conversation’s going nowhere.” You chuckle, shaking your head in fake amusement. “I’ve already told you that I picked him up when he was disowned, so tell me, is he still really a Zenin?”

Naoya grows silent, not willing to say the answer that is already out in the open. Nevertheless, you no longer have any interest in hearing more from him. You rise from your seat, intent on leaving and walking away.

But things happened too fast, too messily.

Upon seeing your back turned to him, the Zenin brat lunges at you. There is an onslaught of shouts before warning shots are fired as bodies rush to pull you away from Naoya’s claws. You struggled, heady from being pinned to the tatami floors, before turning and seeing a body slam into Naoya, sending him onto the space beside you.

You are pulled from the chaos, the flurry of serving maids and lower-ranked guards forming a circle around you as the others push the fusuma apart to create an exit. 

Blinking bleary eyes, you turn to see Toji pinning the smaller body of Naoya on the tatami, rough palm pushing at the boy’s nape and the other trapping the boy’s thin arms in a grip. Naoya’s legs continue to flounder, but Toji continues to press him down, silently forcing the boy to heel. You turn to Naoya’s men only to see them subdued and tied down by yours, and pride blooms in you.

Finally, Naoya stops wiggling, ending up as a heaving mess whose sharp eyes find yours. They shoot you a glare, and you level him with an unimpressed look.

“A brat’s still a brat, huh, Nao-kun?” Toji asks, voice gruff. You turn to him and Naoya’s attention zips back to Toji. “Your old man knows you goin’ around bein’ a scumbag to clan heads?”

Naoya stills. Toji clicks his tongue.

“Thought so.” Then, he bends down, lips hovering over Naoya’s pierced ears. “Leave before you create more conflict. Need I remind you that an heir has no place here. Not with my lady, and especially not with me here to protect her.” Toji looks at you as he says this, scarred lips pressed together, eyes shining as they convey the depths of his words.

Your lungs burn at seeing his reverence.

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(Naoya’s little temper tantrum spreads and, two days later, with the backing of multiple anonymous powers, the old Zenin family crumbles.

From the ashes, Maki Zenin rises.)

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yunomi - teacup with no handles

fusuma - sliding panels that are used as walls/doors

tatami floors - mat floors traditionally made of rice straw

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