jazeotomecave

it made me laugh so i had to LOL

But if that tip had been legit? The pay out would've been insane. He coulda bought better toys for you and had a cool ¥500K extra in his pocket.

Easy money.

Except it wasn't this time.

But Toji has already taken one L today, he isn't stupid enough to take another and come back home to his wife empty-handed. Not after you'd been so excited. Not after you'd trusted him with this.

A pang of guilt ran through him—he'd just have to improvise, something he did often in his line of work.

So—Daiso it is.

Strolling through the automatic doors, Toji begins wandering down the overstuffed aisles. Within 2 minutes he's already annoyed with just how much useless shit is in this store.

Ten minutes later, Toji is at the register with a basket full of "toys."

This shit looks good enough t’me.

Toji is even more pleased with himself that total came to exactly ¥487 since he only has ¥2000 left until Shiu called him for another job.

But you didn't need to know that. You didn't need to know any of it actually.

The "blindfold" he bought would help cover his tracks too.

"Turn around." Toji gruffs at you, arousal thick in his voice.

With Megumi thankfully at Yuji's you're stripped down to just a black lacy thong in the living room.

"Wait—I have to wear a blindfold too...the whole time!?" "Well yeah, ma, heightens the experience and all that shit...now be a good girl, turn around."

You chew your lip, hesitant, but Toji is already on you giving you a playful spank on your bottom as you turn.

You don't see the fabric in his hand before it’s over your eyes, the motion faster than you can sense. However, darkness follows all the same from the heavy cotton-like material settles over your eyes with grippy sides.

Toji makes short work of knotting it snug at the back of your skull, tugging once to test the hold.

"There. Now open up those pretty DSLs, mama."

Smirking, Toji doesn't need heavenly restriction to sense you rolling your eyes behind the blindfold as you purse your lips for a moment before opening them anyway.

Something rubbery presses against your mouth and you instinctively withdraw. You wrinkle your nose at the smell, it’s chemical, plasticky—but sigh and part your lips anyway. You did agree to this.

Pleased at your compliance, Toji pushes the gag in. The ball of it sits heavy on your tongue, coating it with a bitter film that makes the muscle tingle before going slightly numb.

You try to ask something but it comes out muffled as Toji's already securing the gag. The material is braided, a bit coarser than you expected as it scrapes against your cheeks and chafes the corners of your mouth.

"Just breathe through your nose, ma," Toji snorts seeing you struggle. You can hear the smirk in his voice. "You'll make it."

Make it? Yeah you aren't so sure of that.

However, you suppose this is all a part of the sensory deprivation angle, mixing pleasure with a bit of pain and uncomfortability, so you roll with it.

Toji claimed to have dabbled in bdsm before, you were the one brand new to it all. And you do realize to anyone else, you'd have more than a few reasons not to trust him with his reputation but despite all that, you did feel safest with him.

Besides, the one thing you could rely on Toji for consistently is good dick—exceptionally good too.

Which is why you don't complain when his hands grip the lil chub of your waist, giving it a firm squeeze (he knows you hate it, but he loves yours "fuck handles") as he bends you forward over the arm of the big leather chair in your living room.

Toji takes his time, positioning you just right like someone who'd not only thought about this—but painstakingly planned—how he would fuck you once he got you all tied up for him like a gift.

Peeling your panties down your legs, Toji lets the cool air bite at your exposed cunt. You're already plenty soaked. Been soaked actually, all in anticipation of him getting home tonight. You're so worked up now your arousal is stringing silk between your thighs, clinging to your folds.

From this angle Toji can see it all too—the slick drooling out of you, your pretty pussy clenching around nothing, already begging for him.

He's going to stuff her full. Just not yet.

A camera shutter clicks and you roll your eyes. "Fap material for the road," Toji calls it and you don't mind—but he came back late today and you're dripping.

He needs to hurry up and fuck you!

Toji can tell you're getting restless. That slutty pussy of yours is always so impatient for his cock.

"Hol' on, mamas." Smack his hand hits your ass again. "'S'more where that came from."

Then come the nipple clamps.

The first one bites down on your nipple and your whole body jerks, a sharp sting radiating outward. You cry out behind the gag. The second follows immediately, just as cruel—but the pinching quickly morphs into something sweeter as they jiggle, pulling at the sensitive flesh with your every heaving exhale.

"Ya good? Not too much, for my lil' slut, eh? Toji asks.

You shake your head profusely.

Sure, your eyes were watering from the sting, but you didn't imagine it would hurt soooo good.

"Atta girl. Do good with this and I'll buy one to put on that cute lil clit next time."

Toji's praise makes your stomach flutter, heat pooling low in your belly at the promise. You're aching with need—desperate enough that you don't question it when something other than the silk ropes he said he bought circles your wrists.

The material twists rough against your delicate skin, once, twice, three times, locking your arms extending straight behind your back.

The position forces your shoulders to bow, spine curving in and, chest pushing forward, forcing your clamped nipples to drag against the cool leather beneath you.

Whimpering around the gag, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth, you try to shift your weight, to lift yourself—but there's no leverage.

Nowhere to go.

"Shh." Toji presses a heavy palm between your shoulder blades. "Hold still, mama."

That's about all you can do at the moment anyway—take it. Which is, apparently, exactly how he wants you.

Toji's thigh nudges your legs apart as he closes in, the weight of his fat cock resting up against the crack of your ass. He revels in the feeling for a moment before he drags his length down the curve of you, leaving a smeared trail of pre in his wake—like lewd paint strokes across your flesh.

Lower and lower, he decorates your skin until his bulbous tip catches at your folds. Toji shoves his cock through them, pushing up into your clit and drenching himself in your wetness.

Heh, no lube needed with the supersoaker you had on you.

"Fuck." He puffs out low, trying to hold himself back from slamming into you as he slips in one finger, then another inside you. It’s not long before he works a teasingly gentle rhythm inside you, softly circling up to your womb.

"Kept her wet for me all day, huh nasty girl?"

You whine, try to push back against him to force more friction, but his other hand rakes down your spine to flatten at the small of your back, pinning you into place.

"Nuh-uh, patience, ma. I'll get the lil' slut between your legs there soon enough."

A third finger sinks into your dripping cunt and Toji picks up the pace—curling, pressing and fucking into that spongy spot until your thighs are shaking. Ass arched high over the sofa, you're completely open for him, wet sounds filling the room every time he pumps his fingers deeper.

Close. You're so fucking close.

But just as the coil in your stomach pulls tight enough to snap, Toji rips it all away leaving you gaping, clenching and empty.

"Heh, what'd be the fun in lettin' ya cum that easy, princess?" His slick fingers graze over your clit, it twitches with every flick of his thumb. "Not gonna wait f'er daddy?"

A muffled protest builds behind the gag—until the fat head of his cock nudges at your entrance, pressing just enough to split you open. Your cries dissolve into soft coos, needy little noises begging him to keep going.

And he does.

"Se—no!"

Bullying his cock right into your pussy, til his pubic bone meets your crack, all in one go.

Like ripping off a band-aid.

"NNGHHHH—!"

The stretch burns. It always does with him though—Toji is thick enough that your poor pussy has to work to accommodate him every single time. His girth quite literally stretching the limits of your elasticity with every ridge and every inch of him dragging against your walls—but that's what also makes it so damn good too.

His cock pries you open until he's pushing against your womb.

"Fuck, she's tight today—"

Your bound hands flex uselessly, nails raking over the sweat-slicked muscles of his abdomen as he bottoms out.

"Nah, no runnin, princess." Toji grabs the restraints at your wrist. His cock is so deep that with your eyes closed and mouth gagged, every cell in your body can feel his dick throb inside of you.

"That's my girl. Take it allllllllll f'er daddy."

And with that Toji gives you no further time to adjust.

Toji pulls back and slams forward, his hips press flush against your ass to make it ripple. A muffled cry out from deep in your guts fumbles out of you as a brutal pace ensues that has your tits bouncing against the leather, the clamps pulling with every thrust. Pain and pleasure knots together until you can't tell where one sensation ends and the other begins.

"T-T-kshojiiii—!"

His name comes out garbled around the gag. Drool pouring down your chin, mixing with—wet slurps, choked gags, the filthy squelch of your cunt and the sharp slap of his hips against your ass—a filthy symphony filling the room.

Then the first strike lands on your ass.

CRACK!

You yelp, walls clenching involuntarily around him. Something stiff and flat—the crop, you assume—leaving a welt of heat across your already sore cheeks.

"Oh f-fuck, ya squeezed me so tight when I did that." Another strike. Then another in quick succession with you tightening up on Toji more with every blow.

"If she keeps choking me out like that—m'not gonna be able t'pull out."

Toji rarely pulled out anyway, playing it fast and loose with a possible pregnancies you hadn't planned for with his love of gambling. Thankfully, you usually had an IUD, but after he fucked that out of you last week you hadn't had a chance to go to the docs yet.

Shit he might actually knock you up.

But you can’t think logically now. You're not gonna last long either—your restricted senses hurtling you toward the edge. You can't touch, can't talk, can't see. Only feel. Well—you can hear. But the added sound of Toji's huge balls slapping against your soaked folds is only adding to the overstimulating euphoria of it all.

Stuffed full, nipples burning, ass stinging, your every nerve ending is lit up and screaming. The pressure builds rapidly in your belly, with every feral thrust, oh fuck yes!

"Gonna cum?" Toji's voice is ragged now, breath hot against your ear as he leans over you.

"Yeah, ya are. Feel this pretty pussy milkin' me like she wants to drink it all up."

The crop cracks against your ass one more time and you shatter. Your orgasm rips through you—violent, electric.

"That’s it, my filthy lil' fuckdoll—make a fuckin' mess."

"Mmph—hhhng—!"

Your cunt spasms so hard around his dick that your vision goes white behind the blindfold, somehow, even in the dark.

A wave of wetness gushes down your thighs, splashing against his pelvis, his abs and seeping onto the leather beneath you. Your legs twitch erratically, your entire body seizing as the aftershocks roll through.

You've never come that hard in your life.

Not with him.

Not with anyone.

There's so much squirt running down your legs now, you can't be sure if you didn't piss yourself too.

Fuccccck and Toji is still going.

Chasing his own nut, Toji's groans turn primal—closer to a roar. Grip bruising your hips as he fucks you through your high, hunching over your spent, trembling body. Loving the feeling of you so small and helpless beneath him. His eyes clench shut and his pace soon grows sloppy and desperate.

Toji can't think of anything except how perfect you feel falling apart on his cock.

So much so that he doesn't realize curled over you, his meaty pecs keep knocking against the knot of your blindfold until it's forced out of place—and not long after, it slips off your head entirely.

Light floods your vision and you blink rapidly, disoriented, eyes adjusting to the dim room.

Still draped over the leather chair, the first thing that catches your eye is the blindfold—except…. it's not a blindfold.

It's a long dark green looking grippy hospital sock.

The fuck?!

Confused you turn your head towards Toji when you actually catch sight of your reflection in the living room mirror.

Your body tenses so tight it makes Toji choke on a pathetic whimper—his hips stuttering and ass clenching as he paints your walls white. Hot cum pumps into your womb, buckets of it, filling you up until it leaks out around his cock. Dribbling down your bodies, onto the back of the chair, pooling on the floor.

Exhausted, he collapses on top you panting—completely oblivious to your anger.

You barely notice he came inside you to be honest. Too concerned with these “toys” to worry about getting pregnant.

Because staring right back at you from the mirror's reflection is a woman gagged with a dog toy.

Surprise girl—you're the woman.

This can't be real.

Oh but it is— and it's not just any dog toy, it’s a cheap plastic braided rope tug-of-war toy. The kind with bold primary colors, kind of like the ones you've seen in the pet aisle at—

You don't finish that thought as your eyes drop to your chest. The "clamps" on your nipples that dangerously toed the lines of pain and pleasure for you aren't clamps at all.

They're wooden clothespins, the plywood kind you buy a handful of to hang laundry. You swear to fucking god if you get a splinter on your nipple there would be hell to pay—only thankful in the moment Toji didn't put one on your clit or you REALLY would have crashed out.

Your eyes bug out like saucers as you take stock of all the other items on your body.

On second thought, you might just crash out regardless as you eye down the the "riding crop" he's been spanking your now sore ass with…

Yeah, it’s actually a plastic fly swatter, still clutched in his trifling ass fist.

Oh, this motherfucker had some audacity.

But the cherry on it all is the thing binding your arms that felt so deliciously restrictive, so official were actually plastic six-pack rings—triple looped. You can't be 100% positive but you are almost certain they are from the recycling you had Toji take out earlier.

All in all, you look like a sad little clownfish tangled in ocean garbage. Some fucked-up, kinky Under the Sea adventure.

Toji's weight presses you further into the soiled leather, his chest heaving, skin hot and sticky against your back like the big bear of a man he is. He's still buried inside you too, although softening now, cum leaking out around his cock in a slow, filthy drip.

Endorphins flowing through his veins, Toji lets out a satisfied whistle as he sighs.

Urgh—he sounds so proud of himself and ngl, that pisses you off even more. So over the bullshit, you squirm wildly beneath him.

"Mm." Toji nuzzles against your neck, lazily. "Gimme a sec, mamas. Lemme—"

You thrash harder though, a muffled snarl building behind the dog toy still shoved in your mouth. Your wrists twist against the goddamn six-pack rings but they only seem to dig into you more somehow.

Toji finally lifts his head and pauses.

Then the bastard laughs, like actually laughs, a robust belly laugh as he pats your thigh.

"Oh." He pulls out with a slick pop.

"Blindfold came off...huh. Thought it was on there pretty good."

You keep fussing with the gag on and Toji gets the picture loud and clear—but before he unties you, the bastard steps back to survey his handiwork.

You hear that smug whistle again, see him admiring the state of you, and your leg kicks back spitefully. Aiming right for his balls.

He dodges easily, of course—a sluggish pivot by his standards—and your heel catches nothing but air.

"Whoa." Toji clicks his tongue, amused. "See, now ye'r being difficult, mama."

More muffled screaming comes from you as you try to yank apart the plastic rings, shoulders burning.

"Ya want me to help ya, mama?" He leans down, breath warm against your ear. "Ask nicely."

You tell him—in great slobbery and incoherent detail—exactly where he can fucking shove his nicely.

"Didn't catch that." Toji smirks as his fingers toy with the edge of the six-pack rings, tugging lightly.

"Sounded like attitude to me. Keep it up and I'll leave ya just like this." He chuckles. "Ya look cute all tangled up like this, ma—and aren't ya the one always nagging at me to recycle?"

The shriek of rage you release even around the gag is inhuman.

"Alright, alright." Toji's chuckling again, the sound low and infuriatingly genuine. "Calm down before ya pop a blood vessel, princess. I'll let you go."

Toji tugs the gag free first. The dog toy comes out trailing spit, and you cough, jaw aching, tongue thick in your mouth.

"Y-Youuuu—" Your voice is hoarse but your rage comes through loud and clear. The situation revealing itself to you, you didn't have to ask why he clearly went to Daiso for sex toys or what he did with the money, you already knew it was gambled away.

"Six-pack rings?! Digging through my fucking garbage!? Toji Fushiguro Zenin—are you fucking high right now?!"

If looks could kill Toji would surely drop dead on the spot.

Toji suppresses the urge to roll his eyes, you always tacked Zenin on when you were especially pissed at him so he knew he had to tread cautiously, even though he loves to see ya all riled up. He didn't need to get you so mad you started to threaten withholding pussy.

"Tsk."

Toji crouches in front of you, catching your chin and tilting your face up despite you trying to jerk away. His lips brush your forehead—casual, soft—like you aren't still bound with trash and dripping his cum onto your goddamn furniture.

"Love ya."

The tender gesture and words throws you off, calming you a bit.

You can't deny it felt good but the least he can do is apologize. You actually think you're getting that apology too until you see his emerald eyes are glittering deviously, not a single shred of remorse present.

Toji grins. "Made ya bust so hard ya squirted and pissed all over y'erself —all for under ¥ 500."

Toji pulls back, lips curling into that insufferable smirk of his.

"April Fools, mamas!"

You deadpan.

You're most definitely a fool alright for agreeing to marry this deadbeat.

This may very well just be your 13th reason and the primary motive they'll list in the impending homicide charge you'll catch.

"Toji... It's February 25th."

There's a beat of silence before Toji makes an absent minded noise.

"Yeah, well..." He shrugs, fingers working the plastic rings off carefully, gingerly rubbing the marks they left on your wrists.

"I'm early this year ma. Wanted to make sure ya remembered it."

Oh, you'll remember it alright.

You'll remember it tonight when you smothered the big dick bastard in his sleep with his own pillow.

𝓪𝓷: i headcanon that reader did try to smother toji and then he used that same pillow to prop up your hips as fucked you calm and begged him to actually put another baby in you—you can't kill him and risk going to jail if you're preggo. vksjdnfvjkshf.

lmfaoooo, this is a fic i wrote 2 years ago but it was mostly headcanon style so i thought i'd flush it out more for his april fool's. i meant to post this yesterday but hell, it wasn't april fools for toji either so fjshbdkhjsb. At least I'm closer.

I like to imagine they're all super chaotic and noisy and he just quietly watches them with a lil smile and yes clefable is breaking the fourth wall lol also I just had to give him the literal star shaped pokemon ok do not yell at me for giving him a legendary. here's some extra doodles