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— BULLSEYE ! (Toji x black!fem reader)

✮ including: Toji being hot as usual, reader having to treat his scars, suggestiveness, fluff, use of the name: doll, pretty, baby, princess, ma, toji being a sweetheart, use of guns, cursing. ✮ Summary: you didn’t know what toji specifically did for work until you started to put pieces together, the excessive guns, weaponry, especially the scars, Then one night your boyfriend of 2 years sat you down an told you everything. ✮ a word from kam: sorry for the delay! These things are gonna be kinda spread out since I’m not really used to writing long works like this! So I’ll do little head cannons and drabbles in between so that you all still have some content!

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AS LONG AS YOU HAD KNOWN HIM TOJI HAD ALWAYS KEPT A GUN ON HIM; you never really questioned it since you had one yourself, but as you started to go out with him more and eventually date him, you stated to notice just exactly how many guns he had. Snipers, assault rifle, uzis, glocks, everything. You even saw a wrapped katana in his bedroom, which gave you the chills. You pretended as though you didn’t see it but Toji knew, slightly worried that the exessive weaponry would scare you off, he made his efforts to hide them. The only time you would see them now would be in the coat closet ( the occasional rifle or always loaded pistol in there at the ready) a slightly unsettling feeling filling your body as you would see them. Though you didn’t make note of this to Toji, not wanting to seem prying. You knew that your boyfriend was affilted with some type of gang or group, his attractive scars, cold demeanor and excessive guns being a give away. But you never asked how he was able to buy you such pretty and expensive gifts and flowers almost everyday, or how he was just magically able to afford a very big penthouse. Or how everytime you want to pay the kind woman who does your hair and nails she always tells you the same thing, “Your man paid for it honey. And by the way tell him to stop by sometime.” You rolled your eyes with a smile at the older woman, “Tell your husband I said hi ma’am.” As much as you loved how you didn’t have to lift a single manicured finger to pay for expenses you still didn’t like not knowing where the money came from.

Toji was aware of your prying eyes and yet your hesitancy to ask about it. He hated keeping secrets from you but he rather keep his pretty girl safe and unknowing than exposed and unsafe. Until that became unavoidable when he showed up at your shared home one night and to your horror you saw a dark red stain under his tight black shirt, and a almost deep cut on his forearm. “Hey Ma.” You quickly sat up from your seat on the plush couch and rushed towards him, “Baby what happened?” You looked him over carefully, your eyes daring to not fill with tears as you noticed the other cut on his forearm. Toji quickly reassured you that he had someone take care of the wound and that its just a stain, but your eyes glared at him darting to the one stretched alongside arm. “Fuck that, I don’t care how tough you are baby. Your sitting your ass down and not moving until I say so.” You pulled him by the hand, towards the living room. Sitting him on the couch to prepare him for treatment. “Doll m’sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” You noticed his quieter tone and how his eyes looked to yours with regret and..fear? You knew that conversation about this needed to happen soon, you never thought that you would ever see the day that Toji would get hurt. But right now he needed you, so you pushed your worries aside and went to comfort him.

You sat down besides him, taking one of his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with his. “Listen baby, I know you’re involved with something dangerous. I’ve known that for a while now, and I’m fine with that. But I’m not fine with my boyfriend showing up with bruises everywhere.” You squeezed his hand tight as you said this, looking up at his guilt stricken expression. His eyes looking into yours with slight sadness. “I know doll, some fuckin idiot was pissin me off and it got messy.” You heard the annoyance in his voice as he said this, and noticed how his eyes glared at the coffee table in front of the couch. As if he wanted to kill. Snapping him out of his sudden bloodlust you asked, “Toji, baby I love you regardless of what you do but..are you like a spy or some shit?” He was quiet for a moment before bursting out in laughter at your remark, “Where the hell did you get that idea from?” You shrugged with a sigh, “Doll, I ain’t no spy or whatever the fuck. What I do isn’t like in the movies you watch all the damn time.” You gave him a look before hearing what Toji actually did for a living.

“So..you,” You started trying the process the information yourself as your eyes looked all over the place, “-You take people out?” He hummed in response. Watching your expression carefully which made his heart rate speed up unlike any mission he had ever been on before, “I know its a lot doll, thats why I didn’t wanna tell you-“ “Can you teach me how to handle a sniper?” As if you couldn’t get any fucking hotter. Toji let out a airy chuckle making your heart flutter, “Why ya wanna learn how to handle such a big gun pretty?” He questioned, genieuly curious as to why his sweet spoiled angel wants to get involved with guns. “Your always protecting me you should feel safe with me too, plus..don’t act like you wouldn’t love to see me use it.” You teased, your voice so silky and sweet it nearly convinced the assassin to let you try one out. “Baby I seriously doubt you could even pick the damn thing up.” A smirk tugged at your lips, “Trust me baby, I know my way around long and heavy things.” His eyes following the sway your hips as you got up and walked away to get the first aid kit for his wound. Your figure disappearing into your shared bedroom leaving toji to think about what you said, before letting out a chuckle and taking you up on your offer.

You were his pretty girl and it was his job to protect you, you’re not gonna get involved in his work under no circumstances but..seeing you handle rifles and guns wouldn’t be so bad.

(Bonus)

You guys were Harley Quinn and The Joker for Halloween </3

He actually bought you a thigh garter for your gun (that you bedazzled) so if any guy was trying to hit on you while you two were apart briefly they’d see his name around the hole and get a clue </3

Had a hard time letting you out the house though, your nails and hair were done and dyed. You looked “Too sexy for some drop out college students to have the privilege to look at.”

Fucked you in the costume </3

18+ mdni; gn!reader

btw toji loves fucking you in prone bone. and he likes to just put all of his weight on you, trapping you underneath him and he likes to just grind into you. he's so fucking big and it's just so much and you feel like you're going to pass out from the sensation. he doesn't even pull out, he just slowly rolls his hips into yours while sloppily kissing away the tears that fall from your pretty eyes.

you can't even properly moan anymore, the only sounds that slip from your lips are broken mewls and shaky breaths. his one arm is curled around your neck, supporting your heavy head with his forearm and bicep. toji feels your drool on his skin and grins to himself.

his hot breath warms your already scorching flesh and you can't keep eyes open either – the feeling of toji in your guts being too much to handle. hazy and delirious, he loves seeing you like this; he loves watching you crumble underneath him. he loves to fuck your pretty little brains out and he will keep doing so as long as he gets to see you like this.

he hisses when you clench around him, his own breath hitching. his free hand finds yours holding onto the crumpled bedsheet below you and he interwines his bigger, rougher fingers with yours.

"does it feel good, hm?" he rasps right in your ear. your body trembles at his voice, at the proximity and he feels like he's in heaven. "tell me."

but instead of an answer, you let out a defeated little whimper from the depths of your stomach. he's so heavy on top of you and you just can't bring yourself to open your mouth again. you just can't do it; you don't have the strength nor the brainpower.

he squeezes your hands before pushing himself deep inside, his tip kissing your most sensitive part. a broken cry tumbles from you accompanied by another few tears—

—but then he just stays there.

he doesn't pull away, he doesn't move at all. he's crushing you under him, he's forging your bodies together. his heart rests above yours, his warm skin sticks to yours just like it's meant to.

"toji- "

he hums and presses his lips to your sweaty temple. he can feel your body trembling, the overstimulation taking hold of you before his very eyes.

"move." your voice is almost as raspy as his is. he's proud of that too – you're giving your all to him and he welcomes you with open arms. this is his way to show you how much he really cares for you, his way of showing his love. "please."

toji chuckles darkly; even the slightest movement makes the knot in your stomach tighten in this position and you feel like you're going to cum... just from this – you're going to finish with him lodged deep inside you, exactly where he belongs.

"i asked you a question, sweetheart."

you try to wriggle yourself under him, desperate to make him move but he's way too heavy. he moves your both hands closer and tucks them right beside your head – he's making you feel smaller and smaller. it feels like you're suffocating. in the best fucking way possible.

the hand that's been resting below your jaw goes to turn your head to the side, so toji can finally kiss you. open-mouthed and sloppy, he pushes his tongue inside and groans at the taste of you. his angel. you can barely keep up with him but he doesn't mind.

he's still not moving his hips though. if anything, he spreads his big thighs a bit wider so he can burrow himself even deeper. your mouth falls slack against his and you can't fucking breathe.

"tell m', how ya feel."

cracking open your eyes, you peer at him from the corner of your eyes and he coos at you. he doesn't let go of your face, keeping you right there so he can look at your perfectly fucked out face.

"so- so good." you hiccup. lips covered in your own drool, you look like a mess. you look like you deserve a reward. "please...."

toji gives you another rumble of a hum and a soft little smile. a lovesick one. he brings your hand to his lips and he presses a kiss on the inside of your wrist while keeping his eyes on you. his lips tug upward when he feels you pulsate around him again but he doesn't tease you for it this time.

it doesn't take much for him to have you twitching and spasming below him. he drinks up every single gasp and mewl, every single whimper and moan as he keeps rocking his hips into you. he helps you ride out your earth-shattering orgasm with rougher and rougher thrusts, his own desire to fill you up and mark you as his taking hold of him.

you cry into the pillow as he growls praise at you. the air in the room is thick and the messy, slick sounds of your bodies grinding together fills the space with ease. you can hear yourself, you can hear him and it's like a perfect melody. everything is so fucking messy, it's so fucking dirty and you wouldn't want it any other way.

he gives your hand another strong squeeze as he cums. his hips stutter flush against you, skin to skin, and he lets out the most beautiful moan. he doesn't hold back anymore – he wants you to know how good you make him feel, too.

his body relaxes on top of you as he listens to you trying to catch your breath. he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

"did s'good for me." he gives you another sloppy kiss on the nape of your neck before hiding his flushed face in your hair. you give him a weak hum, the exhaustion hitting you like a truck. your eyes flutter shut but you gather your last strength to raise and pull his hand to your lips. you need to feel him; more, more, more – he needs to be even closer. always.

soft lips against the back of his hands, you whisper. "iloveyou..."

the words all mix together, coming out as a muddled mess... but it's his muddled mess. he can't help but smile lazily at your sleepy confession.

"i love y'too."

he lets you rest for a bit, he knows you need it. he plays with your hair and he drags his fingers over your smaller ones. he doesn't want to pull away, he wants to stay like this forever.