3:30

“toji?” you stand in the doorway of the older man’s bedroom, anxiously playing with the hem of your sweater. the suns only barely began to peek through the blinds of the house, shrouding his form in a blanket of semi-darkness.

you anxiously watch the rise and fall of his chest, waiting for a reply. the deep rumble of his breath fills the room as you rethink whether you should bother him on his only day off.

“i missed the bus.” you whisper apologetically, padding to the side of his bed and prodding his buff shoulders with your much smaller hand. “m’sorry.”

the huff the older man let’s out only makes you feel worse as you watch him turn over, pulling the covers over himself and settling deeper into the mattess .

“‘m’sorry toji…” you whine over the lump forming in your throat. the pressure you feel behind your eyes soon gives way to the feeling of watery tears. “i-it’s finals week a-and—“

“you know why i let you live with gumi n’ me pretty girl?” he cuts you off abruptly, eyes still closed as he mumbles into his pillow.

you’re taken aback by the question, unsure whether he wants an actual answer or not.

“cause my parents kicked me out?” you mumble, rubbing the wetness from your eyes with the back of your hand.

“cause i knew you’re not the kind of broad who likes to be a fucking bother.” he states plainly, finally opening a sleep-swollen eye to look back at you with a half grin.

you’re about to apologize again but quickly quiet down and step back once he rises from the covers. toji reaches for the jug of water by his night stand, taking a hearty swing before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his eyes rake over your form, stopping appreciatively at your bottom half.

“fuck you got on?” he asks, taking another swing of water. the sleazy grin on his face let’s you know he’s just teasing.

“it’s our uniform.” you state plainly, a little embarrassed from the attention. you lean forward and look down at your bare legs, smoothing the creases in your skirt with your hands. “megumi kind of wears the same thing, just with slacks. you’ve seen him.”

“ megumi doesn’t roll his little skirt up like a tease, sweet girl.” the older man chuckles, lifting the hem of your sweater to thumb at your double-folded waistband.

“everyone does that.” you mutter, stepping back to hide the way your thighs squeeze together at his whims.

“oh yeah?” toji rises with a groan and passes you without so much as a glance, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his face with a calloused hand.

“get my keys.” he tells you. “fuck... shit feels like having another kid.”

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“thank you for driving me.” you mumble, closing your eyes at the feeling of the warm spring air circulating through the car. toji has the roof down, clad in a black wife beater as he taps the steering wheel to the beat of the song currently booming through the classic vehicle.

“huh?” he leans in, motioning for you to tell him in his ear, clearly unable to hear you over the music.

“wh- thank you for driving me!” you half yell, eyes wandering to the half empty bottles of water that line the floor of his green dodge.

“yeah, you’re good doll.” he tells you, still nodding along to the song. “don’t worry about it.”

you’re thankful to have no onlookers as the two of you pull up to the front of campus. the older man makes no effort to turn down the radio, unlocking the car and lighting a cigarette while you gather your bag from the backseat.

“i’ll pick you up, ok?”

you pause, looking up at him with unease.

“you don’t have to..”

“i want to.” he tells you, blowing smoke to the side with a grin. “i’ll take you for ice cream or something. you like shit like that right?”

you nod, mouth slightly agape at his sudden show of interest. you could do ice cream, in fact you’d love to do ice cream.

“3:30 then?” you ask him, padding over to the door of the driver’s side.

he nods, taking another drag.

“thank you.” you mumble, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to the soft of his cheek, immediately recoiling in embarrassment.

“fuck.” he groans, reaching over to smack the back of your thigh with a calloused hand. smoke trails over his lips when he speaks.

“yeah, 3:30.”

you feel your stomach melt as you watch him drive away. what you don’t see is the ways he snakes one hand down to give his cock a squeeze before turning the radio up further.

dads doing their best 🤧

Toji accidentally smacking your booty short covered ass so hard while you lie over his lap casually just using your phone. The shock of the sting had your toes curling and your butt clenching as you yelp out suddenly before rolling off of him and onto the floor with your face contorted in pain, stuck in silent scream mode. He sometimes forgot just how strong he really was but the way you backed up to him on all fours with your ass facing him as you weakly asked “is it red? It is isn’t it you asshole!” With teary eyes had him chuckling nonstop like the menace he is, only making you whine out even more as you crawled to the farthest edge of the couch.

𝓡𝓾𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓻! —꒱

“Fushiguro Toji, a man with a lengthy record of repeated murders against women, had broken out of jail just a couple of minutes ago, and is now on the run. Lock your doors, and windows. If you’re outside please find the nearest building, and stay somewhere safe until further notice from the police. Someone as dangerous as him can not be allowed to freely roam the city, which is exactly why we are determined to catch him today. That’s all, thank you for listening.”

You take a good look at the picture shown on screen. A black haired man, bangs that covered his forehead and a bit of his eyes. Dark gaze set on the camera, and an amusing scar running down the corner of his lips; that surely is the most noticeable thing about him. 

part 1 of what will hopefully be a series ! enjoy :D

prison bf ! toji who beats the shit out of other inmates to have more time on the commissary phone with you, pocketing loose change from his bunkmates to use on your weekly calls.

“this is an automated message from the tokyo prefecture rehabilitative penitentiary, to accept, pres—“

“hey pretty girl.” the bass of his voice sends a tremor up the length of your spine. you can already picture his bulky form leaning up against the brick walls of the prison mess hall.

“hi toji.” you giggle, swinging your legs behind you with glee. “did you get my package?”

“course i got your package.” he laughs, slipping a hand into his pocket to fiddle with the trio of polaroids you’d slipped into the letter. “guards gave me a ton of shit for it though.”

“aww i’m sorry.” you mumble, feeling guilty for the trouble.

“nah, don’t worry about it baby.” he laughs, shifting to looking through the candids you sent of your sweet smile.

“did you end u—”

“wrap it up fushiguro i need to call my fucking lawyer!”

the crunch you hear through the receiver is nothing short of sickening. it’s a while before the older man brings the phone back to his mouth, mumbling incoherently to himself.

“—blood on my fucking hands… hello?”

“i’m here toji.” you say, listening intently to the sound of shrill guard whistles blowing in the background. “do you have to go?”

“you know how it is babydoll.” he says apologetically. you cant help but squeeze your thighs together at how soft he can be with you, even with blood splattered across his knuckles and a room full of men who fear him.

“you’ll visit me this week right?” he asks, wiping his hands on the front of his wifebeater.

“mhm, i’m driving up tomorrow! you want me to bring you anything special?”

“you uhh, still got those chips i like at home?”

“you know i do.”

“that’s my girl.” he laughs, hanging the phone back up on the hook.

Love demon

Aki x demon! Reader

Summary: Upon doing his usual route check Aki sees the most beautiful girl he has ever laid his eyes upon, to bad that you have to be a demon.

Warnings: Adult themes, Mature language, Smut

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"A love demon, a demon who is able to cause those around her to fall in love instantaneously. Her beauty and charm being a major factor in getting whatever and whoever she wants, even those who she doesn't care for will fall for her as it's within her nature to have everyone love her. And the blood of those who love her is the sweetest."

Aki was taking a walk through the streets of Tokyo, enjoy the coolness of the air due to the late hour. Basking in the quietness of the back roads as he took his stroll. Aki found that his late night strolls were the only way he would have to make time for himself, as ever since the arrival of Denji he eas never able to catch a moment without the hyper male and his even more hyper female counter part.

Aki took in a deep breath as he closed his eyes taking in the serene evening night until he heard a loud cluttering noise coming from around the corner of the road he stood in.

'I swear if Denji fucking followed me out here' Aki thought as he began walking around the corner with a creased brow expecting to see the hyper Denji.

"Okay Denj-" Aki said, stopping mid sentence when instead of seeing the hungry Denji he was met with the cutest girl he had ever seen.

Sitting flat on the ground with your bag and it's contents all spilled onto the floor as you attempted to pick them up, but your actions had caught the attention of none other than a man a cute one to.

You watched as starred at you for a moment before quickly kneeling to your level as he spoke.

kirby’s kinktober (seventeen)

sex addiction//denji

with him barely used to being so much as touched by another human (and with his growing annoyance to being Makima’s submissive ‘pet’ everyday despite his growing status) it doesn’t surprise you that fucking denji makes him whiny.

no. not just whiny. obsessive - a downright nymphomaniac. he got you as his girlfriend, lost his virginity to you, and it spawned a sex craze.

you don’t mind though - you’re always taken by how his eyes light up like a curious puppy at something new.

how he whimpers and groans and curses, cumming too early just by entering your mouth.

how he gets hard in seconds and starts desperately humping the bed just from how you grope and bite his skin, careful not to graze the ignition cord on his chest.

the first few times, you had to teach him technique - how to eat you out, how to stimulate your clit, to grind against your g-spot rather than just jab himself in. and the better he got day after day the more addicted he was.

when he finally learned how to make you cum? when he felt you clench around him? he paused and watched in awe, frozen, mindlessly grinding against you as if on instinct to work you through the orgasm - oh he’s HOOKED.

pairing: denji x fem!reader

warnings: oral (male receiving)

w/c: 931

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i’m so HAHAHIDKEKFKEkfj

denji has been on my mind nonstop. i know i could treat him so well, i just need one chance. i am in love with him, ur honor

it started with power teasing him about being a virgin which he quickly denied because according to him he’s ‘actually been with a lot of women.’ you knew this was a lie, denji isn’t a good liar.

when aki and power decided to call it a night and headed to their separate rooms you were quick to make your way to denji’s side of the couch, placing yourself so your breasts were pressed against his arm before offering your services to denji. and who was he to refuse? a beautiful girl offering to give him head for the first time—he’s sure he’s died and went to heaven.

the couch !

denji x fem!reader

tw > cockwarming, submissive denji, praise kink, public sex kinda, aged up characters, pre ejactulation, couch sex, riding, messy fucking.

700 words 3,708 characters

‘Silence of the lambs’

Geto suguru and makima

Art credit: @mrns__d & @qmthtdy on Twitter

you tell toji you wanna have a kid and he buys you a potted plant.

“this… isn’t what i meant,” you say, looking at the little dragon tree that he placed on your lap.

toji shrugs, falling onto the seat beside you. “look sweetheart, clearly i can give you a kid,” he pauses and nods his head towards megumi who’s too busy watching cartoons from your phone. “but i want you to be sure that you want a kid with-.”

“toji?”

he clears his throat and looks away, avoiding your eyes. “just want you to be sure that you want a kid with someone old like me.”

your eyes widen as realization pools in your stomach, your heart clenching at seeing the doubt and insecurity in toji’s eyes. you put the plant down and surge toward toji’s side, your arms wrapping around him as you pull him in your embrace.

“toji, i love you,” you declare, voice steady and sure. “you’re perfect as you are, and even more so for me. so yeah, i’m very, very sure that i want to have a kid with you.”

you know it’d take more for toji to truly believe you, but you see his shy smile and for now, that’s enough.

“i love you too, sweetheart,” he whispers after a moment, his lips coming to press a kiss on your forehead.

you hum, burrowing in his arms.

(for now, you and toji keep to ‘raising’ and caring for the plant. unironically, megumi names it ryuu and baby-talks to it the way he does with his dogs.)

Mistake

featuring … GOJO SATORU

includes … angst

notes … this was inspired by @tojikai​‘s story Permanent Mark, please go check it out and read it because they are literally such an amazing writer

it’s crazy how one mistake, could ruin the rest of your life

Gojo never thought he would be standing as an observer on your wedding day. Not after all those years, not after all that love.

But really, who was he to blame except himself. The way he so childishly succumbed to his past feelings, to feelings of a childhood crush. Not a lover, not a girlfriend, a crush that never bloomed into anything more. The crush, that now tightly held his hand, as she watched the look of sorrow cross her boyfriends face.

Gojo remembers clearly the feeling of guilt that came over him all those years ago when the drama started, when he broke you into little pieces. He remembers how although he hated seeing you so shattered, he wished you would stay like that. Stay broken, he hoped no one else would pick up those pieces and put them back together.

He selfishly wished that you would never move on from him, because in reality, he still didn’t know who to choose. He thought that if things didn’t work out with Rie, he would run back to you. That he would glue the relationship he ruined whole again.

But, he wasn’t stupid. He knew there would still be cracks, there would still be doubt, there would still be pain.

So instead, five years ago, when he realized that the string of fate that attached you and him together was broken, he walked away. And instead of watching you break, he broke instead.

And Rie, had to see it all happen. She had to watch her boyfriend cry over a past lover. She had to hold her boyfriend as he called your name in his sleep.

But she still stayed, because where would she go? She had deliberately gotten into a relationship with Gojo because she saw the way he looked at her. She saw the longing in his eyes, and she hadn’t seen anyone look at her like that in such a long time. She didn’t want to throw it away.

So she desperately clung onto the hope that he would one day forget about his past lover and look at her with those same longing eyes. That instead of crying your name, he would be crying hers. Apologizing for everything that he put her through, for neglecting to see how she felt watching him cry over another woman.

The broken couple watched you, they watched you smile and laugh with your husband. A man that towered over your figure, and a face that always seemed to be supporting a smirk.

They watched as you brought your hand to trace over the scar on his lip, and brought his face down to give him a loving kiss. They watched as you both pulled away and gazed at one another with nothing but love in your eyes.

They watched with envy, with jealousy.

Because if Rie never chose Gojo, that might have been her right now. She might have been the one in the wedding dress with a man that truly loved her. A man that truly cared for her.

Because if Gojo never chose Rie, that could have been him. By your side, protectively holding you with an arm around your waist. It could have been him who looked down at you with adoration as you laughed at something Suguru said.

But it wasn’t, and they were forced to watch from the sidelines, as you grew a family, and they live in the past.

Because that one mistake ruined the rest of their lives.

you know that super angsty post-break up moment when reader and character meet and reader calls character by their family name and not their given name? and character lowkey suffers bc they realize how much their relationship has changed and the trust between them is gone?

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