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You: pick after yourself, Toji. It’s annoying, gosh…
Toji: …whatever…
You: whatever? What do you mean whatever? You’re not a little boy!
Toji: Hey!? Don’t tell me what to do!
You: …fine then, eat me out
Toji: awww, okay you can tell me what to do (^_-) whatever you say, ma’am
Toji: wanna know something?
You: yeah, I guess so
Toji: every time I jump; my c♡ck hits my face
Toji: you got lucky; you have found yourself a man with a long and thicc c♡c-
You: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH, DONT CARE!!!
Y’all ready for this or nah?
*Bark bark*
For more bark bark follow me down here 🍆🔥🔴
Well, this is an obsession I think…
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New story!
You are a mediocre sorcerer who has the misfortune to attract the attention of Toji Fushiguro.
Hello 🦋 Here I am with another small series, maybe 3 chapters, maybe 4, I don't know 🦦 Toji is a character I've always loved (no more than Geto, Sorry Fushiguro).
Of course you know it by now, but for those who don't I'll write it here:
My stories tend to be quite intense. I deal with themes that may be uncomfortable for many, but I can guarantee that there is nothing "romantic" about what I write. I like to describe strong emotions, looking for the right words, the appropriate adjectives, and the ideal context in which these emotions can explode.
I try to create a captivating context that does not limit the story to a simple erotic context (otherwise, how boring!).
Enjoy!
Gojo and his Little fangs ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Toji in his twenties knocking on your bedroom door✨ OK?!
Toji in his twenties knocking on your bedroom door✨ OK?!
Lemme
Lemme just
Excuse me imma just
tttotjiii
Toji loved to see you crumble and you were on the edge of losing it
Your whines had turned into cries much quicker than usual which tightened the grip he had on your hips. his fingers digging into your flesh till it hurt
It would've been more pleasurable had it not been for your mind reminding you of the incident at your work today, despite the delicious feeling of your pelvis flushed close to his
"fuck" he whispers, as he pushes his forehead to rest on your heaving chest. "So pretty f’me"
Your mind completely ignored his compliment, more focused on how your co worker tried to embarrass you today. It only made the flow of tears pouring out your eyes increase
you slump below him, trying to catch your breath as toji tries to reign in the overarching pleasure. toji can feel you twitching. your hands shake as they squeeze around his arms tryna push him away, your body was trembling in his hold. you are practically motionless under him, but toji's cock loves, loves the tight heat of your walls too much.
toji groans, glancing down to see his cum inside you pooling around his cock, escaping down his nestled shaft, and even feeling that sent his synapses to overstimulation.
he doesn't notice how red your face had become from crying so much. the hot tears run to the back of your neck, wetting the sheets even more.
you are so warm against him and toji can't get a mouth of feeling you like this. His brows furrow as he waits out the explosion of pleasure that's building inside him until he takes a good look at your teary face
"Hey, hey. m'sorry," he mumbles on your skin. "Too much?"
you can only cry tryna get a grunt though it. Worried, he stops even when either of you have yet to cum.
"What's wrong doll face?"
toji stares at you with some hurt in his eyes as he wipes away your fat tears. His sadistic side was put on pause, you were still his loving girlfriend. He hadn't seen you cry this much before from taking him "did I hurt you?"
"It- its " you tell him through your sobs, pulling yourself away from his embrace just far enough to be able to wipe your eyes with your arm.
"Did someone hurt you?" he grunts, his bitten lips jutting in a pout.
your weeping stopped momentarily, your cheeks filling up with warmth. toji watches, with mixed emotions, as you push him away and dazedly reply,
"work was horrible today." you gulp.
"Tell me about it pretty face."
toji pulls his cock out, the friction sending shivers down his spine, before crawling on top of you. he picks up your legs with his strong hands and holds your thighs to keep them secured around his waist
you hiccup, your eyes swelling with hot tears as you stare at him. toji doesn't break the eye contact as he brushes the strands of hair away and caresses your small face.
"c'mon, baby" he says. "What did they do"
"That same girl *hiccup* embarrassed me again *hiccup*"
you whimpered onto his neck, your face now hot and wet . toji's eyes are sharp as he watches you, and you squirm, anticipation and desire thrumming in your veins.
"Hmm, what'd she do?" he utters
"She-she" you choke out, already feeling more liquid squeeze out your red eyes
"Keep going" he mutters, gently kissing in your collarbones to ease your emotional state
"Yelled at *hiccup* me again" you sniffled "in front of everybody"
Your sight was blurry but cleared eventually to see your boyfriend staring back, listening to every word you had to say. He had a small smile, seeing you pour out your heart but also happy he wasn't hurting you
He grazed his rough knuckles across your jaw, picking up some of your tears. It calmed you a lil
"Huh. Then what?"
"And then- then"
The more you thought about it, the more embarrassed and emotional you got. Your dried tears now overlapped with new warm ones
"That's it baby girl. Let it out. Y'know, next time you wanna cry while l'm balls deep inside ya, let me know. My heart almost stopped"
You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or cry more from this considerate side of your boyfriend
Manhandling you, he picked you up from the wet sticky sheets, pulling you up comfortably on the pillow
As your sight cleared more, you made of his grin when he pushed his cock back into you, inch by inch
You gasped, your nails digging into his arms again
"Now" he kissed your shoulder, grinning back at you
"let me fuck the sadness outta ya"
i would like to clear the record from my previous report i am not ONLY a choso lover i am a JJK MAN (AND FEMALE) LOVER
seriously they had no fucking right to create so many drool worthy characters in one fucking series 🫶🏻
Mamaguro my beloved
Toji Fushiguro being happy? It's more likely than you think
BARRACUDA . toji fushiguro
in which a hopelessly broke college student finds herself searching for a job in the most desolate of places, only to end up as a ring girl for the notorious underground fight club, jujutsu headquarters.
series warnings: underground fighter!toji fushiguro, female reader, slight age gap relationship, swearing, angst, violence, gore, mentions of drinking alcohol, smoking and drugs, eventual smut
total wc: 3.0k of estimated 20k
— CHAPTER ONE . desperate measures 3.0k
when your search for a job falls short for what feels like the millionth time in a row, you’re just about ready to give up until an odd proposition makes itself known to you.
— CHAPTER TWO . crowd pleaser
the time has come for you to have finally landed a job, though you don’t particularly want to think about how you acquired said job. now that your first day has arrived, you realise that your in for a lot more than you expected.
more coming soon…
© 2023, reniberries. please do not copy any of my writing or repost to other websites.
BARRACUDA . toji fushiguro
when your search for a job falls short for what feels like the millionth time in a row, you’re just about ready to give up until an odd proposition makes itself known to you.
chapter warnings: underground fighter!toji fushiguro, swearing, hurtful thoughts, lewd comments from men, mentions of drinking alcohol, smoking and drugs, attempted theft
total wc: 3.0k
— CHAPTER ONE . desperate measures
At this point, you wholeheartedly believed that the world was playing some kind of sick and twisted game on you.
It laughed at you, dangling the one thing you truly desired right in front of your face, only to snatch it away at the very last second, like taking a child’s favourite toy from them just as they’ve picked it up.
You were the child, so full of excitement and hope at the idea of starting new, being able to pick yourself off the ground, and the world was the adult who’d come into the room and decided you were undeserving of the toy in front of you. It picked up all that you desired, and placed it on top of a shelf that you were too small to get to.
Try as you might, you simply could not reach it. Well, metaphorically anyway.
In this moment, that’s exactly how you felt, clambering across the couch to reach your phone that had lit up with the notification of an unknown caller. Like every time before, you allowed yourself to feel excited. As though this was the very moment things would start to fall into place, and all the bad memories of the past would fade away as you paved the way for your new life.
And yet, you were let down, again.
The way your face immediately falls alerts your roommate, Sherri, to the conclusion of the phone call, hearing a repeatedly distinctive phrase that she knew you’d come to despise over time.
“I regret to inform you, but…” you’d hung up before the man on the other side had enough time to finish his sentence. The exasperated sigh you released from between your lips held a heartbroken tone, and all you could do was shake your head when Sherri quietly asks if you’re okay.
It hadn’t always been like this. Three months ago you were more than content working a few hours every week as a waitress in a small but well-known restaurant called ‘Alexie’s’, where you’d actually met Sherri, and although the management wasn’t the best at times, and you were sure the chef had a stick shoved further up his ass then you could’ve imagined, it was still something.
The job had given you something to do when you weren’t attending your nursing classes, or writing essays, and it worked like a charm at taking your mind away from your personal life when things went wrong.
Sure, some customers were complete and utter dickheads, expecting five star service and for you to wait on them hand and foot, but the majority of people were nice and the pay was more than worth dealing with some crappy person coming in and demanding you seat them and their eighteen other friends immediately, despite being fully booked.
You were heartbroken when the owner had set up a staff meeting to inform you and everyone else that the restaurant was unable to stay open.
Things had never been this bad before, and honestly, there wasn’t much you weren’t willing to do if it guaranteed you a job. Not when the cost of living had skyrocketed and all but royally fucked you over.
Sherri had been an angel throughout this situation you’d found yourself in, though you were slightly jealous the day she came back from an interview with the local supermarket, telling you how they’d happily hired her on the spot. She had been your rock to stick on while your life turned completely upside down, even going as far as offering to cover next months rent.
But you still needed to feed yourself each week, still needed to pay for the bus fare on your way into college, and even worse, you still needed to pay back the money you owed to your parents.
If moving back into your parents house was an option, you might’ve resorted to it considering how desperate things had become. But that wasn’t an option, and it never would be.
You couldn’t allow that to happen.
Not only was it impossible, seeing as they were living in an entirely different country, but you’d intentionally created that distance in order to get as far away from them as possible. Moving halfway across the world in order to escape them and their overbearing ruling that they held over your head was the first thing you’d done after graduating high school, and you weren’t about to go back on the promise you’d made to them that day.
Telling your mother and father that they would never see you again should’ve been heartbreaking. You should’ve been crying or screaming at them, and maybe, in a perfect world, they would have told you to stay, or that they didn’t want you to leave.
But again, the world was seldom perfect, and after the past few months, you truly were finding that fact out for yourself.
It was Sherri’s sweet voice that snapped you out of your daydream, still clutching your phone to your ear as you kneeled on the couch. “Why don’t we go out tonight? It might make you feel better.”
You let out another sigh, ready to shoot her offer down even though the suggestion was extremely tempting after the dreaded phone call, “Sherri, I can barely afford the bus right now, I can’t—”
She grinned before interrupting you, a sly look that you couldn’t decide if you liked or not.
“You really think I’d suggest that if I didn’t have a plan?” She raised a questioning eyebrow up at your form, “Lukah’s working tonight, do you know what that means?”
With a shrug, you settled back into the couch and pulled a blanket over your knees, staring back at your roommate and waiting for her to continue.
She leaned towards you from the opposite end, “free drinks!” She exclaimed, and moved her hands around as if her point had been obvious from the start.
“Didn’t he just start a new job though? We’ll end up getting him fired if he’s caught giving out free drinks,” Sherri giggled as if you’d said the funniest thing, and then her expression began to shift into something slightly more serious.
She hesitated to reply, and when Sherri got quiet, it could only mean trouble. “Well, the place he started working at, it's not exactly in the most... uh," it was if she was struggling to find the right words to say without scaring you away. "...Desirable of places, so he doesn't think his boss will care much," she finished with.
An eyebrow raised as you stared at her, wordlessly asking the short girl to elaborate. "It's in the Jujutsu District."
Ah, you thought, that would explain why she'd been slightly more reluctant to tell you.
The Jujutsu District was pretty notorious throughout the city, and especially with the younger population seeing as a large majority of clubs and bars could be found spread out around the area. You'd been a couple times, mainly to the small pubs that laid just on the outskirts, as most locals were well aware that it was smarter to stay clear of the place. It was no secret that the kinds of deals that typically went on out there were far from legal, though even the police had deemed the place a 'no-go zone' and were rarely seen patrolling anywhere near it.
But even you couldn't say no to a few free drinks after being so down on luck, and so, within a few seconds of dubiously nodding your head in agreement with Sherri, she was yanking on your arms to pull you away from the couch and into her room.
And within an hour and a half, the two of you had made your way out of the apartment hand-in-hand.
The club was filled to the brim, drenching you in a light sheen of sweat that glistened across your skin. Music blared in through your ears from every direction and created a dull ache that stretched across your forehead. You couldn't put your finger on the name of the song that was currently playing, although it brought an odd sense of déjà vu along with it.
Truthfully, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like going out with your friends. There was something so exciting about getting ready for the club and dancing the night away, smearing shimmery eyeshadow across your lids and lining them with a distinctive wing of eyeliner. The clothing you’d thrown on hugged every inch of your body, but it was hard to care about your slight discomfort when the edge of a glass was lifted to your mouth, lips lined and covered in a colour so signature to your look.
Lukah was a godsend, sneaking both you and Sherri drinks over the counter every time either of you walked up to the bar, and just like Sherri had said, it didn't seem like his manager couldn't give two shits.
Sherri grabbed your wrist after you placed the shot glass back down on the bar, void of whatever liquor Lukah had offered the two of you. Leading you over to the sea of bodies on the dance floor, you could barely hear your roommate when she said "c'mon, my favourite song just came on!"
It was borderline provocative the way you and Sherri danced together. Her back was pressed to the front of your body, arms lifted and wrapped around your neck, and the way your hips swung against each other to the beat of the music was enough to gain more than a little attention from the boys that littered around the dance floor.
Neither of you bothered to entertain those who tried to approach either of you. Either, they came on way too cocky for their own good, or were sporting some serious baby face, and that was enough for you to shake your head, waiting for them to do the walk of shame back to their friends.
One man had come up to Sherri and asked for her number, only to continue bothering her even after she'd told him no multiple times. After the third decline and narrowly avoiding his grabby hands heading for her hand, Sherri twisted her head around and planted a delicate kiss on the corner of your mouth, exclaiming loudly that she "couldn't wait to get home and get you alone," and that was enough for him to briskly walk away.
It was no surprise honestly, as not only did you look and feel beautiful, but Sherri looked like a supermodel in her little black dress and heels. Plus, you could admit that the male attention did help a little in lightening the mood you'd been in before the two of you left the house.
"Do you wanna get another drink?" Sherri shouted over the music.
You shook your head, "I'm gonna get some air, I'll meet you at the bar." She gave you quizzical look, as to question why. You lifted your hand out in front of you, a white lighter and pack of Marlboro Gold's held within it.
Making your way outside was much more difficult of a task than you had expected, shoving your way through the endless amounts of bodies that had filled the club, probably knocking a drink or vape out from someones grasp as you went on your way.
The cold November air caused a shiver to crawl its way over your barely clothed body after you exited the building, and it felt heavenly as it washed away the sweat that had started accumulating across your skin. A flicker of light shone against your eyes, along with the sound of flint sparking from the lighter held in your right hand and a deep inhale.
Several bodies littered outside of the club, some clearly had the same idea as you, cigarettes clutched between their two fingers as they chatted away to their friends, others were still waiting in line to be let in, ID's held out for the large bouncer to take a look at, and there was even a couple who'd clearly had too much to drink, snogging away in a corner as if they weren't in the company of others.
It was quite a surreal feeling, as you leant against the cold brick wall, bringing your hand up to your face to take another inhale of the stick held in them. Three hours ago, you'd almost been reduced to tears, feeling like the world truly had it out for you, yet now, you couldn't help but enjoy the dizzy feeling crawling up your spine, making you sway slightly.
Your problems hadn’t been solved with the sip of an alcoholic drink, far from it in fact. They would still be there to plague your thoughts tomorrow morning, even as you battled the headache you knew was coming, but at least in this very moment, as you let the tipsy feeling encompass your body, you could relax.
That feeling didn't last for long.
Just as you'd closed your eyes, smoke pillowing out from your parted lips, you felt a violent tug on the bag attached to your shoulder.
The stranger takes another pull on your right arm, causing you to drop the half-smoked cigarette onto the floor and the burgundy handbag falls out of your grasp.
“Hey!” Your voice is slightly slurred, an effect of the alcohol you’d consumed minutes prior, however the anger and small hint of fear is clearly heard in your words. It takes you a few seconds to register the tall man running away from you, clad in dark jeans and a hoodie pulled over his head, and your bag clutched in his hands.
Before you even realise what you’re doing, you start running after him. “Hey, jackass!” You repeat, “give me pack my purse!”
Your voice echoes through the street, yet it seems like everyone around you is too far gone to even notice or care.
Discomfort surrounds the heels of your feet, but it doesn’t stop you from giving up the chase as the man turns left into a dark alleyway. You’d chastise yourself later for the self preservation you seemed to lack in that very moment, completely ignorant to the dangerous connotations of following a strange man into a secluded area such as this, in the middle of the night. But that purse has everything you owned at the minute, your phone, wallet and any small amount of cash you currently had, and you couldn’t just let it slip from your arms.
He twists his head to look at you, as if shocked to see that you were actually following him.
It was at this moment that someone stepped out in front of him, and as soon as the thief got closer to the mysterious stranger, they threw their arms out and shoved him down to the ground.
Your bag went flying from his hands and onto the pavement.
Even from where you were standing, you could hear the thief’s harsh intakes of breath, winded from how hard he had hit the ground, and your saviour stepped over the man’s body.
He picked up your bag from the ground, slowly making his way over to you.
Finally, it dawned on you that while he had saved you from losing quite literally everything you owned, that didn’t make him any less dangerous than the man who’d stolen from you in the beginning, and as he stepped towards you, panic started to make its way up your spine.
“Don’t come any closer!” You screamed at him. His steps faltered, but he didn’t stop moving, “I have a knife!” You didn’t, and it was probably pretty obvious that you’d lied as his eyes raked over your body, searching for anything that remotely resembled a weapon.
You could hear him release a small laugh as he came even closer, holding out your purse for you to take. “I believe this is yours?”
Gingerly, your hands clasped around the strap, pulling it towards your chest and releasing a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” you said, and began to quickly check that everything was still left inside, untouched.
He watched as you did so, a dark, thin eyebrow raised in questioning.
It was here, as the moonlight lit up his face, that you got a good look at your saviour. He was tall, big enough to feel imposing as he stood several feet away from you, with long black hair that cascaded down his back in a way that made you slightly jealous. He looked down at you with some of the most alluring brown eyes you’d ever seen, almost hazel with the way the street lamps highlighted his face from behind you.
A kind smile lulled you into a false sense of security as he opened his mouth to speak. “What kind of idiot runs after a guy like that in the middle of the night?” His tone was teasing, coinciding with the smirk he wore.
“Well,” you snorted sarcastically, “everything I own is in this bag. If I’d let him take it, I wouldn’t have anything left.” Maybe you should’ve been slightly nicer to the man that had just saved your life’s savings, but at the moment you couldn’t take any chances, not when you were so obviously isolated from the main street that was littered with drunks, druggies and the like.
He laughed at your comment, but shrugged and held out his hands, as if to say ‘there you go’.
You let out an awkward cough, trying to fill the silence. “I’m, uh… gonna go now, my friend is waiting for me back at the club,” you held out a thumb to point behind you, as if he’d know exactly where you’d meant despite the several buildings behind you filled with dancing strangers.
He nodded without saying anything else, and you took that as permission to make your leave.
Just as you’d turned your back on him, started to make your way back towards the club, his voice rung out again and stopped you in your tracks.
“Maybe I could help you out.”
authors note: so, the first chapter of barracuda is officially finished! this is the largest piece of writing i’ve done in a very long time and while i’m probably being overly critical, i do think at some point i will go back and edit it once the series is finished! but, let me know how you feel about this and if you liked it! i am very excited to see where this story goes. reni xx
© 2023, reniberries. please do not copy any of my writing or repost to other websites.
Rq to everyone who liked this or had a request I’m so sorry. I had my ask button off and I was so confused. I’m so so so so so so sorry it SHOULD be open, if my moots will test that, that would be perfect but anyways ask away and I will answer when and if I can!
so maybe I’m tooting my own horn because I have free time but if anybody wants to send requests for JJK or COD feel free especially my moots! I have a lot of free time and I’d love to spend tmrw answering requests or drabbles
JJK
ASKING THEM HOW MUCH THEY GOT IN THEIR BANK
Gojo, sukuna, toji, megumi, yuji.
Suggestion, crack, insults.
A/N: I changed this from “asking to see their bank”
PT2.
JJK SMAU✨✨
How much you got in your Bank?
PT2
During ovulation
Made 300$ for letting a man slap my ass
Telling them you let a guy slap your ass for 300$ (prank) JJK MEN
Incl: gojo, nanami, geto, sukuna, toji, Choso
Warning: cursing, mentions of objectifying, mentions of violence.
MDNI
