#but the shoes look so silly on toji

[pinolitas]

there's a new necromanced toji figure and I think he looks so silly in gym shoes. imagine ur resurrected from the dead and they put you in the lamest fit ever

[tender-rosiey]

“OUR LOVE SHALL LIVE, AND LATER LIFE RENEW”

— domestic family moments with gojo, geto, nanami, toji and sukuna (f!reader)

a/n: i was on vacation my babes; my apologies </3 hope you yall enjoy this

GOJO SATORU:

it is no secret that your husband thrives off physical affection, so it surprises no one when he is latched onto you like a koala to a tree, especially at home.

the past couple of days were filled with more missions than gojo would’ve preferred, so to make up for lost time, he spent the entirety of last night cuddling you.

that cuddling session continued to the morning, and satoru couldn’t have been happier.

you, fast asleep and looking oh so pretty, and him, happily burying his face in your chest: the perfect combo.

your husband, however, failed to remember that there is somebody else who would fight day and night for your affection.

that someone comes in the shape of his grumpy little son who is currently standing at the door with a stance that is supposed to be intimidating.

the little boy pouts and is about to yell when satoru—reluctantly—detaches himself from you and stares at him.

“what do you want, s/n?”

your son makes his way to the bed and climbs it up with much struggle, but it doesn’t matter to him since he is satisfied he is finally face to face with his dad.

he crosses his arms and huffs, “I want to cuddle with mom.”

satoru quirks an eyebrow, and his fingers slowly card through your hair. your husband replies with a smirk, “well, I want to cuddle with her too. I miss her!”

“dad, don’t be mean!” your son argues, “you had her yesterday!”

satoru shrugs and lies back down, and you cuddle into his side.

he can’t help himself as he presses a kiss to your head first then looks at s/n, pleadingly, “but I was working a lot this past week; can’t you let me have her just a bit more?”

your son ponders a bit, before settling on a solution that should satisfy both ends. satoru has been away for quite the while lately.

so, s/n simply throws himself on satoru’s chest, making the older man groan. the boy buries his face into his dad’s chest and guides his hand into his hair.

satoru smiles, hand immediately getting to work, patting his son’s head. he sighs blissfully, “you really are my son.”

s/n nods slowly, and he starts drifting off to sleep. satoru is thankful that he closed the curtains yesterday and that he is granted another chance to sleep in with you and his son.

s/n murmurs a soft, “love you, dada.”

it makes satoru’s heart nearly burst as he looks at his son. he immediately replies softly, “I love you too, buddy.”

s/n slowly replies, “you better,” before falling asleep. your husband gently pulls you closer and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

satoru whispers a soft, “thank you.”

he starts rubbing your shoulder comfortingly and leaning his head more towards your own. it is a few moments that pass before he asks, “also babe, are you seriously still asleep?”

“no, I am awake, you silly buffon; you two have never heard of inside voices.”

GETO SUGURU:

the slow creak of the door signals to everybody in the house the arrival of suguru, long before his voice does. little hurried steps rush down the stairs as your husband takes off his shoes.

he looks up with a smile and chirps, “I am home!”

“daddy!” your two girls squeal as they tackle their dad in a big hug. he quickly hugs them back and picks them both up.

they each press a kiss to his cheek, and he returns them tenfold causing them to squeal yet again.

he finally relents before asking them, as he gently twirls around, “how are my pretty girls doing?”

the little girls look at each other then smirk. they both yank out the papers they kept hidden in their pockets before saying simultaneously, “we made drawings!”

suguru face noticeably lights up, and he coos, “these are so pretty! are those supposed to be us?”

the girls nod excitedly, and they each start explaining the details of their own respective drawings.

he listens to both of them intently then asks, “you made sure to make mommy extra pretty, so it can actually look like her, right?”

“yes yes!”

“mommy is the prettiest!”

“I gave her flowers!”

“daddy, daddy, I gave her flowers and a dress!”

your husband laughs lightly, “well, that’s good; both of your drawings are amazing,” he looks around.

with a confused tilt of his head, he looks down at his girls, “speaking of which, where is your mama?”

the girls yell out, “follow us!” then sprint towards where they last saw you, the living room. he quickly makes his way towards you, and he feels his heart soar when he finally sees you.

you see him in the corner of your eye, and as you turn to greet him, your girls throw themselves at you and squeal, “we missed you!”

“you girls just saw me 5 minutes ago!” you chuckle but, nonetheless, hug them back and pepper their faces with kisses.

you hear your husband huff before he picks up the girls by their shirts making them scream and thrash about.

“daddy, put us down!”

“mama, help!”

he throws them both on the fluffy beanbag and pulls you into a hug, “how’s my favorite girl?”

you giggle as he presses soft kisses across your face. his arms wrap around your waist and he squeezes you a little.

you hug him back and gently pat his back, “are you playing favorites, suguru?”

“very much so.”

you hear gasps from your dramatic girls, and you see each one of them arming herself.

your husband purposely ignores them and buries his face into the crook of your neck. you mumble to him, “you are going to get jumped.”

“I know.”

your eyes flit to the girls then to your husband again, “they seem really angry.”

“I know, but at least I am hugging you.”

you quirk an eyebrow, “you okay dying as long as I am hugging you?”

“that’s like the best way to die, love.”

your girls let out a battle cry.

“daddy, you meanie!”

“suffer!”

NANAMI KENTO:

your husband groans, and his hand rises to see what the weight on his chest is. his hand finds a head and a bed of hair that he is all too familiar with.

he slowly opens his eyes and sees your dear daughter laying soundly asleep on him.

a small smile appears on his face, and he lets out a small sigh of both content and relief. he turns his head slightly towards the nightstand and reaches for the alarm.

it reads eleven in the morning, which kento deems the proper time to finally wake up.

so, he looks back at d/n then at you. he remembers how hard you’ve been working the past few days and decides that leaving you to rest a bit more today.

he also decides to prepare breakfast for you but not without his little helper. he pats her head gently and tries to wake her up, “d/n.”

she doesn’t respond, so he calls out again, “d/n.”

she groans and buries her face deeper into his chest. he lets out a small chuckle then rubs her back and says, “come on; we have to make breakfast for mom.”

“but I am tired,” she argues, voice muffled.

“well, mama is tired too, so we need to be nice and make her breakfast. don’t you think so?”

she groans, “yes, but…”

“d/n?” he urges.

the little girl huffs and pushes herself up and looks her dad directly in the eyes—albeit her eyes are squinty and barely open.

it makes him think that she is going to huff then get up to wash her face, but she simply pushes herself off him so she can land in your embrace.

your arms wrap instinctively around her, and she immediately nuzzles into your chest. he stares at the two of you for a bit, rather dumb-founded. then his expression turns into one of fondness.

he turns his entire body towards you.

he is finally face to face with you, and he puts his arm around you to pull you closer. he hears his daughter’s whines and complains about how he is crushing her, but he only smiles.

he looks down at her and hums, “there is plenty of space on the other side of the bed, if you don’t like laying between us.”

she quickly backtracks, “no, no, no; I will stay.”

he nods before looking at you again. he presses a kiss to your forehead and feels his body relax. he murmurs, “just five more minutes, and nothing more.”

your daughter pouts, “not even ten?”

“not even ten,” he says, kissing her cheek, “but I will make it up to you by making pancakes; what do you think?”

she nods happily and mumbles, “we will make the best breakfast.”

“yeah,” he murmurs, joining you in your slumber.

you end up waking up before him but can’t escape your husband’s solid grip. you even look down to see your little angel—maybe—giggling and squealing, happy that you’re finally awake.

of course, it wakes up your husband. but oh well.

TOJI FUSHIGURO:

“stop being a brat and get me the flour.”

“stop being rude first then I will get it for you.”

“what part of what I said was rude, you—”

that’s how it has been for the past hour. toji and megumi had decided to put their differences aside to surprise you with something: breakfast in bed.

it’s quite simple.

they were supposed to make some sausages, eggs, pancakes, and everything they could find really. they wanted to make it a five-star breakfast.

despite their constant bickering, they managed to finish everything, save for the pancakes. it was finally getting closer to the—usual—time of you waking up, so toji was on edge.

he wanted to at least do this correctly.

he thinks of it as a little something to start repaying you for everything you gave him—which he thinks is impossible to actually repay but oh well.

he moves around the kitchen rather clumsily, partially because of his size and partially because of his absence in the kitchen, for good reason, though, megumi would argue.

“dad, the sausages are burnt.”

“shut up.”

“mom likes her eggs a little bit runny.”

“I know.”

with furrowed eyebrows, toji finally gets to mixing the batter. he hears megumi call out, “dad.”

he is a little irked, to be honest, but he responds anyway, “what do you want now?”

“is…”

toji immediately notes the shift in his son’s tone, causing him to give megumi his full attention.

the little boy fidgets with his shirt a little before speaking up, “is there a chance that mom would disappear?”

your husband looks down at the still batter in the bowl. he sighs. it’s a question that he thinks about, at least every week. this haven that he managed to be a part of, is it really permanent?

he has been unlucky all his life, and things are going way too well nowadays. is that the universe’s way of preparing him for the biggest scar of his life?

taking you away?

he closes his eyes for a brief moment, and he finds his hand resting on the top of his son’s head. the little boy’s eyes widen, and he looks up at his dad.

toji frowns slightly and looks away, gently ruffling megumi’s hair and finally saying, “no…I will make sure of that.”

toji locks eyes with megumi, and the two can tell that it’s a silent promise. the boy blushes a little red, embarrassed at the unusual display of affection by his father.

his father grumbles and goes back to making the pancakes.

“my oh my, never thought I would be lucky enough to see you in a kitchen apron,” you tease from the doorway.

megumi instantly runs to the door at the sound of your voice. your son hugs you tightly, mumbling a small, “good morning.”

“you ruined the surprise,” your husband complains as you walk towards him.

you press a kiss to his cheek, which he immediately reciprocates, “I am already plenty surprised.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

a giggle leaves your lips as your daughter carefully climbs her father and perches herself on his shoulders. it is amazing how much sukuna lets you and your daughter get away with.

some would argue that your husband has, overall, mellowed down, but then they would get sliced down instantly.

he is still the big, feared king of curses, and people cower in his presence now more than ever, but those—uraume and the servants—who see him with you two can see the difference, even if it is slight.

that can be evident right now considering your husband who is deliberately ignoring your little girl’s antics.

your girl takes it as the okay to what she is doing, so she continues her quiet laughter as she gently starts placing flowers from the basket on his hair.

feeling the movement, your husband groans then looks at you, “what is that brat doing?”

she spreads the flowers out a bit, so they can fill his hair, meanwhile your husband’s annoyance rises.

the assortment of flowers that she placed actually matches well with his hair, and you feel the need to commend her, “you’re doing amazing, d/n!”

she grins as you sit in front of your husband. you look at your little artist doing her thing then smile, “she is making you pretty.”

he scrunches his nose, “by putting flowers on me? I ought to teach her a lesson.”

one of his hands reach for her, and he grabs her by the back of her shirt. she starts squealing and kicking, “daddy, I was almost done!”

he dangles her in front of his face and frowns, “who gave you permission to put that stuff on my hair? who do you think you’re dealing with?”

her face softens, and she mumbles softly, “you’re my dad…”

you coo at her but are quickly silenced when sukuna pulls you to him and nestles you in his lap. he keeps glaring at your daughter—who is trying her best not to cry because he said that it’s for the weak—then he sighs.

he lets go of her, and she screams, flailing her arms around. however, she safely falls in your arms. she whimpers slightly and buries her face in your shoulder.

your husband looks down at her small form in your arms and slowly raises his hand and puts it on her head.

“good on you for not crying,” he lightly ruffles her hair, and your daughter slowly looks up at him, wide-eyed.

he grumbles and looks away, “don’t look at me like that.”

“you love me!” she squeals, and he simply grunts in return.

she quickly gets off your lap and goes to run around the garden. your little girl starts screaming about how her dad praised her, and you feel a grin slowly rise on your face.

but, you suddenly feel your husband’s head lower down and his lips brush against your ears slightly.

you can even hear the smirk in his voice as he says, “looks like you want another one.”

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[yanderenightmare]

TW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, size difference, captive reader

gn reader - fem clothing (doll costume: dress)

Just thinking about the creep yandere captor who insists on taking pictures of you when you're all dolled up in his bed...

The contrast is nauseating. 

He’s too big. Too tall and too strong. Thick threatening muscles lined with scars like a tiger. A set of hefty shoulders on a torso so broad you find yourself shunning yourself each time the slightest silly thought of uproar surfaces. 

He’s too scary for you to ever dare anyway. His eyes alone have a darkness that makes you whimper every time he looks you up and down. 

It doesn’t help that he’s always dressed in only black. Black boxers and black sweats hung low around his waist, showing the fine-toned muscles of his pelvis and the manly happy trial of curls growing thickly from beneath the band to his briefs up to his belly button.

A black tank shows off his upper body strength where he takes heavy breaths like a beast, chest rising and falling along with a large black camera - like a heavy-duty weapon hanging around his neck, snapping pictures of you dolled up in all lovely intricacies. 

You can’t help but flinch each time the light flashes, the snap sounding like a gunshot. And he can't help but chuckle each time you do, loving how you jump and bounce a bit on his bed, your tiny fists balling up the plush layers of tulle and lace to your poofy skirt as you press your knees tighter together - shivering from head down to the tiny black shiny shoes adorning your feet clicking as they bob against each other where they dangle off the bed - feeling like a decorative doll sat on a mantle. 

The pink skirt to your overly extra dress lay perfectly spread like a blanket around you with a silly white apron tied tight around your midsection, fastened with a great large bow on your back. All in all, making you feel humiliatingly ridiculous. With no thanks to the equally silly white bonnet situated on your head with just as stupid enormous bows tied above each ear. Looking so adorably sheepish beneath its shadow, your pretty face sweetened with that lovely look of anxiety he loves so much.

So picture-perfect with those sparkly eyes welling with tears.

One or two of them splash down on the white of your apron as you sniffle at the harsh flash of another picture being taken.

Your captor growls while viewing the last set of images, or perhaps it was a groan.

You peek up from looking down at your gloved hands folded neatly upon your lap to find what you’d been dreading.

He gave the constrained area of his crotch a tug and hissed out another scary sound that had you whimper all the more.

Despite all the hefty sets of inane layers to your getup, he never ever bothers dressing you in the first. 

Underwear would just make it complicated.

BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Deku, Shoto, Shinso, Enji, Aizawa, Overhaul, Mirio, All Might

JJK – Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Megumi, Toji

HQ – Kageyama, Kuro, Sakusa, Miya twins, Suna, Tendou, Ukai

CSM – Aki, Yoshida

DS – Doma, Akaza, Tomioka, Sanemi

HxH – Chrollo, Illumi, Uvogin

[sutorus]

imagine having a sleep over at megumis and toji decides to steal you away once he finally passes out 😮‍💨 his shirts and sweats probably have cigarettes burns in them

you gave me sm toji brain rot

-🫧 anon

we gave each other toji brainrot anon 🤝 kind of a part 2 to the kinktober toji fic

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. f! reader, unprotected, mild daddy kink, some anal play, degradation, toji being toji

you’re shifting on your feet, lips trapped between your teeth as you ring the doorbell. you’re early to the sleepover by a full hour.

you don’t know what you want to expect. if it’s toji, sitting on the couch, glass of some cheap shit on the armrest and hand tucked into his sweats.

or if it’s megumi, waiting at the door, bowl of popcorn by his hip and tv blasting because his dad isn’t home to scowl about the noise.

megumi does open the door. and toji does sit there.

and somehow, that’s the least likely, worst case scenario.

“hey,” megumi greets you, stepping aside to let you in.

toji doesn’t spare you a glance, so you let your eyes travel all over him. his bare feet propped up on the center table, his arm behind his head and fingers scratching his hair.

megumi notices you looking and — thankfully — only clicks his tongue, believing you’re just as irritated at his father’s presence as he is.

and are you? you’re unsure.

you don’t know how to face toji. you don’t know how to interact with him anymore, if you even should.

you sleep over at megumi’s house all the time, but right now you suddenly forgot how it even goes. do you take your shoes off at the genkan? do you leave your bag by the door?

you decide to just walk to megumi’s room wordlessly, taking the long way behind the couch as to not block toji’s view from the tv.

this doesn’t go unnoticed by either men.

megumi follows you inside, closing the door behind him and plopping down on his bed.

“so are we starting with the first movie?” he flips his laptop open. “it’s the best one, anyway.”

“uh, yeah, sure,” you sit down beside him hesitantly.

you’re just now noticing how much megumi and toji look alike and it’s freaking you out.

“what the fuck is wrong with you today?” blunt as always. blunt as toji.

“huh? dude, chill,” you lie down, placing the laptop on your lap. megumi eyes you suspiciously before lying down beside you. “i just didn’t sleep much last night.”

“right,” he says, skeptical but disinterested, and presses play.

every minute of the movie is torture — on the screen and in your head.

around the beginning of saw iii, megumi orders pizza. him, you and toji eat in silence.

complete silence. he doesn’t even look at you.

why isn’t he looking at you? you’re in your pajamas already. no bra. short shorts. you thought you’d both established that that worked on him.

toji wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and gets up, with a grunted clean up when you’re done.

it’s so frustrating, the total lack of attention, and you’re starting to get pent up. settling back down next to megumi to watch fucking saw iv and hear him question the viability of each trap drives you crazier by the minute.

when you finally tuck in for the night, you’re anything but relaxed.

what happened to “you have one more hole for me to wreck don’t you”? toji’s so full of shit, probably too drunk to even get it up tonight anyway.

it’s those angry thoughts that lull you to slumber, regret settling deep in your gut for having ever let that horrible man inside you.

not long after you fall asleep, however, you’re stirred awake, a soft, sake-soaked breeze blowing over your face.

you crack one eye open, no surprise in your gaze because who else could it be.

toji’s smirking, crouched down, eyes searching all over your sleeping form. it sends a chill down your spine.

what do you want, you mouth to him, anger persisting against the arousal already starting to build within you.

his grin grows wider, wilder. he gets up slowly and beckons with two fingers, and like the silly fucking slut you are, you follow.

you — not toji — make sure to gingerly close the door to megumi’s room before you turn around to face him. or rather, face his chest, the flimsy cloth littered with cigarette burns that covers those muscles you finally got to know so well.

“hello?” is all you can manage to say.

he loves your indignation, loves the brattiness, will love to fuck it out of you tonight, too.

“what, don’t want it?”

you roll your eyes.

“you had to wait until megumi’s right there to say you wanna do it?” your focus wavers as he runs his hands up and down your waist. “you couldn’t have pulled me aside before?”

toji presses his leer to the side of your throat, caging you in against the wall right by the door. you let out a soft moan, hands already reaching for his arms.

“had to make sure you two weren’t gettin’ it on,” he growls into the crock of your neck, making you grimace in disgust. “i don’t like to share my toys, y’know.”

“ew, he’s your son,” the irony in your statement isn’t lost on you, the person you should actually be ewing at.

you push him away and the feeling of his abs under your palms is enough to break any rest of resolve you had in you.

toji lets out a low, satisfied laugh, throwing his head back. “exactly why i worry.”

soon enough, and unsusprisingly, he has you bent over the kitchen island, pussy stretched out and dripping on his thick cock.

“shut the fuck up,” he keeps saying when you moan, only to fuck you harder and faster and deeper.

the furniture is digging into your belly, your forearms skidding on the top. you whine softly, angling your hips so he can hit that one spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“ohhh yeah, fuck back into me,” he grabs your hair and you let out a yelp, punished with a blow to your ass. still, you do as you’re told, the sounds of your skin slapping against his growing louder, quicker.

“t-touch me, touch me, make me cum,” you beg in a desperate whisper, head straining in his grip.

toji laughs, dragging his cock out of you slowly before plunging all the way back in.

“shut up, slut,” and god, why is that so hot to you, “last i checked you weren’t in a position to make demands.”

you whimper, trying to snake a hand down your clit to do it yourself.

suddenly, toji stops.

“ah, that reminds me,” he slowly, torturously slowly to make you feel every inch of him, pulls out of you completely. then he pokes your asshole with the head of his cock.

“no,” you say in a panicked breath, trying to turn around in his grip. “no, no, not today, definitely not right now no—“

“shhh, fuck, be quiet,” he wraps his entire forearm around your throat and brings your body into his chest, nibbling at your jaw. “you’re gonna like it.”

“i don’t want to,” it’s one last attempt, the most honest one you have. toji likes fucking with you, flustering you, that much is obvious.

but is he seriously— and without any prep, too?—

he chuckles low in his throat, right into your ear.

“then ask me not to.”

he slides the tip back into your cunt and you relax a little, even moving your hips back and forth like hey! look how good my pussy is! can you just stay in it and not ruin my ass please!

“please don’t fuck my ass,” you try.

“hmm,” he hums, sliding his cockhead out. then back in. then back out.

“please, toji, don’t fuck my asshole tonight,” you clench around him, trying to take more of his length inside.

“not good enough, whore,” he slams all way back in, shoving your body into the sharp wood and making you wail. toji starts moving, fucking little noises out of you with every thrust. “say, ‘no please daddy not there, not my little asshole!’”

you let out a long, pitchy whine, clawing at the arm around your neck.

“do it or else,” toji gathers up some wetness at your entrance with your thumb and presses it to your asshole, rubbing little wet circles.

“fuck you, toj—ahh,” his finger slips inside and you clench down hard. “please! please daddy not there, not my—“

toji cackles, fucking you in earnest now, plowing every word and thought out of your brain. you’re grunting with the force of his thrusts, finding purchase in the edges of the kitchen island, knuckles turning white.

“such a good little girl, aren’t ya,” he says into the shell of your ear, snaking a hand around your hip to rub your puffy clit.

you throw your head back onto his shoulder, legs shaking in between his. “ahhh, fuck, d-daddy—“

your orgasm washes over you so forcefully that you feel like folding in two, going limp in toji’s grip as he chases his own.

he buries a few low, animalistic grunts into your hair before he’s filling up your cunt, aborted little thrusts pushing out staccato breaths from his lips.

he releases his grip on you, cock still spurting out the rest of his load.

once he pulls out, toji keeps feeding his cum into your pussy over and over, telling you to watch the floors before you have to limp your way to the bathroom to clean up.

you do the best you can without taking a shower, body so thoroughly exhausted that you don’t even know if you’d have the energy for one.

right now, all you want is to plop down on a soft surface and get some much needed sleep, feeling actually satisfied.

when you leave the bathroom, you’re faced with a groggy, disheveled megumi standing by his bedroom door.

your eyes quickly scan your surroundings.

toji is nowhere to be seen.

megumi’s eyes reveal nothing, none of the thoughts that might be going through his head right now.

as for you, there’s only one word bouncing around inside your skull:

fuck.

a/n sorry again

[creamflix]

toji fushiguro x female reader; heavy, heart-crushing angst, not a lot of comfort. reader is toji's second wife, megumi's step-mom. concept inspired by @/yunymphs nsfw fic, off your shoulders — masterlist here ☆

marriage is supposed to be a blessing, a bond that seals two lives into one, a promise of belonging.

you’d always dreamed of it.

sharing every first moment with someone — the first kiss as newlyweds, the first lazy morning dance in the kitchen, the first time lying side by side, tangled in each other. you’d imagined a life full of firsts, a life that would feel like you’re writing a story together, each page a piece of both of you.

but with toji, the man you love and who loves you, it feels like stepping into the middle of a book already written.

he’s had his firsts, some so precious that traces of them linger like shadows in your home. and you try — god, you try — to let that be enough, to love him and his son, megumi, with all the warmth and devotion you can muster. yet some days, you feel like you’re just outside their world, looking in.

it’s in the everyday moments, these small interactions that remind you of everything they had before you came along. moments like this morning, when you’re up early making breakfast, hoping to surprise toji with something special. you’re chopping vegetables, humming softly to yourself, trying to imagine the look on his face when he comes in, maybe pulls you close and says you don’t have to go through the trouble. you’ve seen couples do that — little gestures to remind each other they’re together.

you want that, too.

but as you start to crack an egg into the pan, you hear megumi calling from down the hall. “dad, where are my soccer cleats?”

your heart clenches. before you can even move to help, toji’s already calling back, voice easy, like it’s a scene they’ve played out a hundred times. “try under the stairs, where your mom used to keep ‘em.”

his mom. megumi’s mom.

the woman who came before you, whose shoes you will never be able to fill.

the words hang in the air, chilling. you place the egg down and pause, the silence settling heavy on your shoulders. you don’t hate her, not in the slightest — you’ve only ever heard lovely things about her. if anything, you’re grateful to her for the habits, routines, the sense of belonging she built with them, for raising megumi to be as kind as he is.

but still, there’s a sting every time she’s mentioned, a reminder that no matter how much you love toji, a part of him will always belong to her.

maybe that’s normal, you tell yourself, shaking off the thought. you grab the spatula, focusing on the way the eggs sizzle in the pan, trying to calm the knot that’s forming in your stomach.

“i’m… making breakfast, by the way,” you call out, trying to keep your voice light. maybe this will be the moment toji notices, realizes you��re trying to make him smile in your own way.

“yeah, thanks, babe,” he says from the hall. he’s already moved on, ruffling megumi’s hair as they laugh about something you can’t quite hear.

right, you think, fighting the wave of hurt that sweeps over you.

maybe that’s just the way it is.

you stare down at the breakfast you prepared, feeling a pang of something deeper than you’d care to admit. you’re doing your best to fit in, to add to the life he’s built, but sometimes, it feels like nothing more than an afterthought. it’s silly, really — you know they care about you, know toji chose you because he loves you.

but love doesn’t always erase what came before.

and it’s not his fault that his past is so deeply woven into their present, into your present.

by the time they wander into the kitchen, you’ve already set out the plates, adding a smile to mask the ache twisting inside you. megumi gives you a small nod, a muttered “thanks,” while toji walks over, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. “looks good,” he says with that lazy smirk, and you feel the flutter of warmth, the one that always ignites when he shows even the smallest affection. but it quickly fades as he moves back to his son, launching into an old joke that you don’t understand.

you sit down across from them, feeling the laughter spill around you, each chuckle a reminder of the bond they share. you know it’s unreasonable to feel left out; after all, you’ve only been a part of their lives for a fraction of the time.

and they are good to you. they include you in most things, make an effort to make you feel like part of the family.

but there are these subtle moments, these glances, these familiar gestures, that you can never quite touch.

you watch as toji reaches over, ruffling megumi’s hair, that same fond smile lighting his face. and it’s like watching them dance to a song you can’t hear. a piece of you aches to ask, where do i fit into this?

“you two are adorable,” you say, almost to yourself, hoping they hear the love in your voice despite the sadness resting there.

you can’t say the words that sit heavy in your chest, the longing to belong to them in a way that feels real and whole. instead, you keep your gaze on your plate, focusing on the small bite of eggs you’ve managed to lift to your lips, the only sound in your head the quiet plea that maybe one day, this feeling will pass.

maybe one day, watching them from afar will stop hurting so much.

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[hajimesh]

strawberry shortcake. fushiguro toji

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, family fluff, unnamed two-year-old baby girl. tsumiki is 6 and megumi is 4, prob too silly and ooc

little sunshines au

"look at her."

tsumiki and megumi tilt their heads to the side, questioning their dad's sanity. surely something must be wrong with him because why does he look so annoyed at their baby sister?

little megumi—still with question marks all over his head—frowns, ready to defend the baby. but he's interrupted by your coos.

"I knooow, isn't she the cutest!?" you grin while lifting her in the air, her little pink shoes matching her strawberry shortcake overalls.

"ridiculous." you're about to scold your husband when suddenly, his scowl turns into a grin, "ridiculously adorable. I'll eat you!"

her squeals have the puppies' ears perking up, watching toji grab his daughter and blowing raspberries on her cheek. the two dogs decide it's none of their business and go back to licking their paws.

"daddy, noooo!" her tiny hands try to keep her dad's mouth away, his kisses on her cheeks tickling. "'miki! 'gumi!"

her cries of help are answered by little megumi, who quickly dashes towards his baby sister, ready to aid her against his dad's attack.

"monster!"

with a mischievous little smirk, megumi kicks toji's shin.

"what was that for!?"

toji looks down at the troublemaker, furrowing his brows but the ghost of a smirk on his lips. the toddler giggles happily in his arms, momentarily getting his attention back on her.

not happy with having his threats ignored, megumi places his hand on the hilt of his toy sword.

"leave baby alone."

"or what?" toji smirks, clearly amused at his son's reaction.

your daughter gasps before bursting into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth with her tiny hands as megumi points his sword at toji.

"you'll die."

your husband blinks, thrown off guard by his son's behavior

"okay, samurai, put the sword down." you sigh, equally as weirded out as your husband but can't help but laugh at megumi's serious tone, "and you, give me my daughter."

back in your arms, your toddler seems happy as a clam with all the attention on her little self, tsumiki and megumi entertaining her by kissing her cheeks.

but when toji takes a step forward, he's stopped by megumi's stare, your son's lips curling up into a little smirk.

"you can leave now, monster."

[tojisxslvt]

Make up, or break up.

Summary: Toji comes home from a long day at work his mood completely off, yes Toji said whatever he wanted at all times but today he was unusually snappy, the last thing he said, had Y/n on the verge of giving up their relationship completely.

First person and sometimes Toji’s point of view and I dunno I say “You” sometimes but mostly in first person, try not to get confused.

Warning-degrading words, cursing, again Toji because he is a warning himself. Ykm by now I’m writing the most stomach turning smut there is for Toji.

A/N-I don’t feel like proof reading much but, I’ll do it enough.

Enjoy my little dilf lovers 😭

Despite how slow today was, the sun seemed to go down a lot faster than it usual does. Toji still not being home while the kids destroyed our home, Toji brought them a can of silly string and now the couch and floor was covered with a silly slippery messy.

“Gumi!” I scold looking at the boy, whom of course answered with a shrug and a monotone expression his older sister smiling up at me, “we had a silly fight!” She insists answering for her brother making me huff angrily trying to get a grip.

“And you’ve made a silly mess! How are we gonna clean it?” Miki smiled while I pushed my hands through my hair finally scrubbing half of the goo off my couch with a scowl the kids going in the guest bedroom I had for them until things were final and I moved with Toji, which was a process itself.

Once I hear keys twist the door opened I perk up to see my tall muscular boyfriend walking into the house, instantly pushing his index finger into the loop of his tie, something was unusual about him, but it always was, I smile “welcome back how was work?” I ask, but Toji walked right by me after closing the door.

I blink turning my head to him “Toji?” I ask but he simply kicks off his shoes pulling the tie off completely, “Toji.” I say putting the rag down, he huffs in annoyance walking back towards the room “Fushiguro!” I yell causing him to snap his head toward me shooting me a cold look, “what.” He said, me hearing in his voice that he tried his hardest not to yell.

“You don’t hear me talking to you?” I say feeling offended by his response, his stare turns into a glare “Toji!” “Fuck off alright?! Just leave me the fuck alone!” He yells slamming his fist into the wall, “what the fuck is your problem! Don’t bring your nasty ass attitude here!” I yell feeling his anger latch onto me.

No way was I going to allow him to speak like this in my house, “oh shut up, if you would have just gave me a few fucking minutes to wind down! Yet you wanna have a whole conversation when it’s obvious I’m not in the fucking mood!” He shouts his fist balled, “when I speak to you! You speak the fuck back!” I say pointing at him.

“I don’t have to do shit fuck off.” He said bluntly, he then, walks away telling the kids to “get ready,” before putting all of his things back on, was he really leaving? I stand there watching him not knowing what to do as he pulled his shoes on and grabbed his Keys brushing past me.

“Toji..” I muttered clenching my fist tightly but he simply ignored me firing up my anger even more “you know what? You wanna go?! Then fucking go and don’t come back!” I shout having him pick Miki up saying simply “shut up.” Before him Tsumiki and Megumi leave out of the door.

I walk into my room slamming my door pissed, I didn’t do anything for him to blow up like that, I do so much without so much as a single glance of annoyance and he has the nerve to look at me with evil and annoyed eyes?

I flop onto my bed burying my face Into a pillow that smelled just like him, and finally the tears, I couldn’t believe this was happening then came the guilt, maybe I should have just left him alone.

After a while I pass out in a pool of my own tears.

Toji walks back into the house food in hand,after maybe about three hours “go on walk in,” he instructed the kids as he held the door opened for the little munchkins that ran in he huffed closing the door behind him, his eyes Averted to the couch. Full of silly string mess.

He didn’t mean to go off on the girl, but sometimes his anger boiled over, a part of him Maturing he would always try to walk away. But today he blew up and he hated himself for it because out of all people, he blew up on you. He sighs putting the food down cleaning up the rest of the mess and when he was done he grabbed the food and walked into the room seeing you knocked out on the bed.

He softly comes up rubbing on my back with soft words as he pulled me into his chest after climbing into the bed, “I’m sorry [name..]” but when I opened my eyes I pushed against his chest coming to my senses, “get off of me,” I say trying to get out of bed but he just pulls me back.

“Please just relax,” “now you’re calm you wanna tell me to calm down?!” I say after sitting up, Toji huffs holding my wrist so I wouldn’t storm out “I know it was fucked up what I said, I didn’t mean to blow up like that..I’m telling you today..at work was rough, I walked away from you so I wouldn’t take it out on you..” he said pulling me closer.

I tear up and he pulls me into his chest, “I hate seeing you cry..” he admits cooing as he rocked with me “and knowing that I’m the one that made you cry makes this worse…” he said holding me tightly, his rough voice so soft as he spoke to me.

“Toji let me go..” “no.” He said “relax, you’re really starting to piss me off, can’t you see that I’m sorry,” he said his soft voice going back to being rough quickly.

I glare at him, of course I wanted to crumble at his very touch, but I didn’t want him to think I was that easy. “You think I give a fuck about pissing you off?!” I yell standing walking towards the door. Toji stands quickly pulling me towards him but I pull away “clearly not, whatever you want to do or say, say it here don’t take the shit out in front of my kids.” He instructed causing me to snatch my hand away.

“I’ll say whatever the fuck I want in my house!” I yell Toji’s grip on my arm tightens “I don’t give a shit what you do in your house. But when my kids are here try to act like a fucking adult,” he said his patient soft voice Turing back into the same rough voice that started all of this. I try to snatch my hand away but he simply pulls me by my waist.

“You’re so fucking stubborn..” he said lifting my chin kissing my lips instantly shoving his tongue into my mouth; I melted gripping onto his shirt and in frustration I fought his tongue, but of course he won, grabbing the back of my head to hold me there as he sucked on my tongue maintaining eye contact.

I shiver feeling him pull back and instantly when he does I reach down unbuckling his pants, “instead of having an attitude all you had to do was ask for it~” he says keeping the eye contact that made my soul burn, he closes in the space taking a soft nibble of my bottom lip, while I reach my hand into his pants feeling just how hard he was.

Toji pulls back looking down at my hand lifting his shirt a bit revealing his toned torso, he bit his lip as I dropped to my knees, “you’re already so hard..~” I whispered as he helped me pull his boxers down just enough to where his cock sprung out.

I whimpered at the radiating heat I felt, “what can I say…arguing turns me on..~” he said pushing the tip of his dick against my lips, “open.” He demanded causing my mouth to open without a second thought taking only half of him in as the tip already touched the back of my throat causing my eyes to water, Toji gripped my hair as I wrapped my hand around whatever I couldn’t fit.

I crawl closer on my knees bobbing my head watching the part I was sucking glisten in the light with my spit while the part I couldn’t fit stay completely dried.

Toji took a breath “thaaat’s it..~” he mumbled out leaning his head back as he started to thrust up into my mouth causing me to hold his legs in a way to keep my balance. He starts to buck his hips faster, my chest heaving as I gag, I moan out bobbing my head again rubbing whatever I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

Toji pulled back panting as he looked down at my teary eyes drool seeping down my chin, “Toji..~” I start, “yeah yeah..” he said picking me up laying me on the bed my face pushed into the pillow. He yanks my pants and panties off causing me to yelp, he then pulls off his shirt watching how I rocked from side to side, my ass in the air, “please don’t make me wait..~” I say looking back at him.

Toji smirks and simply kisses my lower back jerking himself off mixing in my spit with his precum, he pulled my waist roughly pushing himself into me, I hiss biting hard on my lip as I pull the sheets off the corner of the bed from balling it up in my hand fight back a scream, “I know mama…I know..~” he cooed pulling back just to thrust his cock deeper into me. “Jussst let it out..~”

I let my lip go panting out long stands of moans “fuck! Toj-“ I cut myself off burying my face into the pillow as he leaned down holding his upper body up with his fist digging into the mattress.

Toji leaned down when he noticed my reactions, “look back at me baby..~ watch me..~” he added with a Smirk turning my head from the pillow peering down into my eyes, causing me to clench around him tighter, he’s so fucking sexy, and he knows it.

He leans down to me rolling his hips into a spot that made my body quiver, he lays his forehead on the side of my head panting into my ear causing me to whine out with each thrust.

“To..haa~ pleas..mph..~” I moan out failing to warn him about the climax I was quickly approaching yet the constant pounding in my spot wouldn’t allow me to think straight. Toji kisses my ear whispering, “go on..use your words..you had no problem doing so earlier right..~” he coos out through pants right into my ear.

I moan out loudly into the pillow hearing him chuckle ontop of me as I lift my head to catch my breath feeling my pussy squirt when he pulls out flipping me on my back wasting no time to shove himself inside of me causing me cover my mouth screaming out into my arm.

Toji looked down at me eyes low and lust filled as he grabbed both of my arms pinning them to the bed, “what’s wrong with being loud now huh..? What happened to saying whatever the fuck you want in your house hm?~” he said his breath shaky I arch my back my mouth hanging open as my head hit the headboard with each thrust.

“I’m close..~” I pant out as he leans down to me pecking my lips as he bucked his hips roughly into me, “I dunno mama..you haven’t been very good to me~” He said chuckling against my lips as my legs shivered against his waist.

“I’m..~ mm! I’m sorry please..~” I say into his ear burying my fingers into his hair as he rested his head onto my shoulder, Toji pushed his head into my neck sucking harshly on my neck, causing me to shiver even more moving my head so he had more room, but that only made him suck in a new spot as he slammed into me causing my head to spin.

“Toji please! I’m so close just let me..~” “at the same time then princess..mm..” he groaned a bit telling me he was close, he then lifted up pushing my leg up as he pushed into me roughly the sounds we made together would make anyone who could hear us feel embarrassed to even hear it.

I claw at the back of his hand that was holding my thighs tightly as I whine turning my head into the pillow biting on it as I let out multiple strings of moans and whimpers and finally he pushed in two more times before cumming into me deeply.

Instantly I cum as well pushing whatever was inside of me out in a mixture of our own cum.

Toji looks down at me with a cheeky grin dropping my legs just for me to wrap my legs around his waist pulling him down he smiles laying his head in my chest as I shivered under him panting resting my hand into his hair.

He hums kissing my breast, nuzzling his head between them, I blink my legs shaking while they were wrapped around him.

I really was sorry, I guess.

[abbyslev]

crazy pt 2- toji fushiguro

a/n: here’s part 2! maybe smut in part 3 if we really feeling silly hehe

it’s been weeks since you had last seen toji. you were off and away.

your boss had opened a new club in shibuya, and had invited you out to sing for the grand opening. all of the big bosses and rich men had spent all their weekends there, keeping you busy for weeks on end. you were your bosses best eye candy and voice, so of course he’d keep you around.

“miss me?” you laugh, blowing the smoke out. “more than you know.” toji mumbled. “i’m flying home in the morning.” you lean against the cold glass. “really? jesus, i thought you’d have found a place and a man down there by now.” toji teased.

“they’re all rich assholes with no manners. fucker took my cigs and said ‘pretty girls don’t smoke.’ and threw them away! these cost money.” you turn to face the dark city, the quiet music fading in the background.

“i’ll be here waiting. hey, maybe let me take you out friday, yeah doll?” toji stretched his legs out, laying down on his bed. “hmmm… let me think…” you teased, throwing the cigarette butt off the roof. “c’mon, can’t keep me waiting.” “just teasing, whiny baby. i’ll see you friday.” you grin. “text me, yeah?” “yeah. bye toji.” you hang up the phone, all giddy and excited. your first date in forever.

-

you flattened your shorts, admiring your curls in the mirror. nothing had you more nervous than a date, but toji had mentioned about it being “not so fancy.” you took his word for it, wearing shorts and a t shirt. your phone vibrated in your back pocket, snapping you back to reality.

toji

hey doll, didn’t mean to

cancel so last min. my friend

can’t babysit tn. i’ll make it up

to you, promise.

you

it’s all good

how about i come 2 u?

toji

to my place? u sure doll?

there’s kids. its a mess

you

better than a date. i’ll bring

takeout

toji

kids r gonna wanna eat

too, r u sure?

you

i’ll bring enough to feed the

hungry villagers

toji

ur funny doll

sounds good. just

let me know when ur

close, yeah?

you

for sure.

i’ll b there soon

this was by far better than going on a date. you get to meet the kids! plus, going out was something always made you nervous. last time, someone stood you up. it was hard.

you held the takeout bag in your hand, hands shaking as you reached a hand up. your fist tapped against the door, stepping back, a small smile breaking onto your face.

“hey, doll.” toji opened the door, checking you up and down. you looked so much more different. seeing you in regular clothes, tennis shoes, hair down in its natural state, lighter makeup. it took toji aback. he still found you as beautiful as ever.

“hey!” you smile, looking up at toji. “you look normal.” he gruffed, letting you in. you giggle, kicking off your shoes. beside the door was a rack, ranging in shoe sizes. one of them were women’s shoes, dusted and untouched. must’ve been his ex wife’s shoes. your heart tugged a bit, knowing it must’ve been hard to lose her.

“where are your kids?” you hand him the food as he took it from your hands. “i made then sit on the couch.” he mumbled. “you’re so mean!” you pushed his arm. “come.” he waved you forward, leading you towards the living room. two kids sat on the couch, one looking happy and the other grumpy.

there was a girl, her hair in a bun, dressed nicely and had a big smile on her face. beside her was a kid that looked like a copy of toji. his hair was a mess and he wore sweatpants shorts and a t shirt. he looked like he just got the yelling of his life.

“children, this is-“ “your friend, yeah yeah. we’ve been through this before. i’m hungry!” he babbled on, hopping off the couch. “uhh, anyway.” toji scratched the back of his head. “i’m tsumiki! nice to meet you ma’am. thank you for bringing us dinner. we are happy to have you here!” the younger girl stood up, bowing.

“hi, tsumiki. it’s nice to meet you, thank you for allowing me into your home.” you bow back, blush tainting your cheeks. “sorry about him, he’s a brat.” toji laughs nervously. “s’okay. i didnt like random people in my home when i was younger either.” you laugh.

you all ended up at the table, grabbing your portions. the boy stuffed his mouth, eyes still angry. “this is really good, ma’am!” tsumiki grinned, mouth full of rice. “oh, i know! its a local around my place. the lady cooks daily, so everything’s really fresh. super good!” you smiled. all of you ate in silence, making comments here and there.

“tsumiki plays the violin.” toji commented. “really? hows that?” you look up from your plate. “oh, it’s nothing really! i’m not very good at it. one day, i wanna play for a jazz band, but that’s kinda hard.” tsumiki blushed, taking a sip from her water.

“jazz, huh? hey, i sing in a jazz band. i’ll get you lessons if you really want.” you offered. “what! no, no i cant bother.” tsumiki turned bright pink, her eyes wide. “come on, tsumiki, it’ll get you into the industry.” toji nodded his head. “can we even afford that?” tsumiki looked at him. “money is not in the picture, it’s a friend offer, eh? if it’s something you love, why not?” you grin at her.

“can you really sing?” the boy mumbled from his spot. he finally spoke to you. “yeah! i go on these cool trips all the time. i’ve been singing for a long time.” you nod, pulling out your phone. you open your camera roll to a picture of you in a red dress, posing next to a famous jazz singer in japan. “this is me, and this guy. he’s pretty big among our elders. i got a chance to sing with him.” you hand him the phone.

“can you sing for us?” he handed you your phone back. “oh! maybe not now, i’m a little…embarrassed.” you laugh. “i’m sure i’ll get to one day.” you wave him off. “you’re really nice, miss.” tsumiki grinned. toji sat back, his heart aching at your bonding with the kids. “i’m glad.” you now your head towards her direction. “so, what do you guys like to do for fun?”

“i like to play violin, study, and i like to hang out with my girl friends.” tsumiki piped up, cheesing from ear to ear. “study? what do you wanna be?” “i want to be a musician.” her eyes gleamed. “it’s possible, tsumiki, i mean i had no experience with music as a kid. but, hey look, i sing for a living.” you laugh, shrugging. “will you teach me, miss?” tsumiki’s mouth opened. “of course! what about you?” you turn to megumi. “i like to read.” he pushed his empty plate away. “me too. i like to read really long novels.” you shake your head. “i like fiction.” he muttered. “i like more romance and mystery i guess. but maybe it’d be cool if you showed me your collection, im willing to read something new!” you looked at toji.

“past your bedtime, brats.” he shooed them off. “awh! will she be back, dad?” tsumiki stacked hee plates, face twisted up. “of course! if that’s not a bother.” you patted her head. “cool!” she bowed towards you. “you guys have a good night. i’ll see you two around.” you waved the two kids off.

you helped toji put the plates up, feeling his eyes on you. “thank you for being nice to them. a lot of people run when they see i have kids.” he mumbled from the table. “oh. i promise it’s nothing, they’re really sweet. and i really do mean it about teaching tsumiki, george wouldn’t mind teaching her. he’s really passionate about what he does.”

“she would love that. i feel bad because i can’t really help her.” “it’s okay, sometimes you figure stuff out slowly.” “and sorry about him. he’s a grump, he’s not used to other people.” “that’s also okay, i get him. my mom always brought random men to the house, and it’s scary.” you sit down by him.

“promise me you won’t leave for a long time again.” toji looked up. “already got you hooked?” “of course, doll.” he smiled. “stay.” he hooked his finger around your sleeve, grinning. you stared at the scar around his mouth, biting your lip again. “…okay.” you nod.

[astrokatsuki]

SUMMARY You wanted to test out a book you got from a garage sale. Just so you can get your money’s worth. When something goes wrong you start to think the book was useful after all.

WARNING Toji, smut, like two spanks, blowjobs (receiving), gets a lil rough, not proofread

WORD FROM ARTIST This is my first time writing smut ya’ll…. 2.5K

HIGHWAY TO HELL

Why are you the dumbest person alive? If you’re even still alive, that is.

You used to believe you were actually pretty smart. You did well with A’s and B’s in high school and you got even better grades in college. But now, you’re not so sure you’re as smart as you thought.

You know you shouldn’t have picked up that dark magic book. Especially from that sketchy garage sale, you overheard coworkers at your server job talking about it. The pages were worn, dirty, and stained. Plus the cover barely held on, some duct tape being used as a half assed repair. You’ve watched more than enough horror movies to know doing something this stupid never ends well.

Surprisingly, you would be one of those people too if it wasn’t for your curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, but you prayed that the same outcome wouldn’t happen to you. When you finally stepped through the door of your cute, one bedroom apartment, you recklessly flung off your shoes not caring where they landed and carried the thick book back to your room.

You just wanted to try it, see if it worked at least once. You doubt it would anyway.

Making it to your room, you decide against sitting in your bed and instead opt for sitting on your baby pink rug. The last thing you want to do is bring that dark energy to your bed.

You shouldn’t even bring it to your room but here you are.

Your bedroom is filled to the brim with different shades of pink and a collection of stuffed animals that happen to multiply every time you go shopping. Books lay hazardously in the furthest corner of your cozy room, your gaming setup’s lights turned on and have been for a while, brightening the area and making the room even better.

You stick out like a sore thumb in this room. Your closet consists mostly of baggier clothes, but you have a hefty amount of clothes for when you want to show off a little. One of these outfits you could’ve worn if you decided to go out tonight.

This dark magic book also sticks out like a sore thumb. But, you proceed anyway.

After spending about 10 minutes give or take, just skimming the pages, you stumble across one that seemed the most harmless.

Contacting a demon.

This was the most tame one in this book, which was unnerving and almost made you rethink your choice. You paid money for this though and the owner of the garage sale made it clear that you couldn’t return anything.

Hoping that creating an atmosphere would increase the chances of the ritual working, you turn off the lights and light some candles.

Fortunately, the ritual only has three steps.

The first two were pretty easy and straightforward. Grab some sticks and put them in a circle and Take some DNA and place it in the middle of your stick circle.

After reading the first step, you swung your feet over the side of your bed duvet, shuffled into your slippers, and picked some perfect sticks from the front of your apartment complex.

The last step in order to complete the ritual, is to close your eyes and say a chant.

Seems easy enough.

The chant doesn’t seem to be in English but you closed your eyes and tried your best not to completely butcher the chant.

After a generous amount of time you begin to feel silly and almost embarrassed.

‘Of course this wouldn't work’

With a sigh and slumped shoulder you open your eyes just to roll them at yourself. After having your vision clear from having your eyes shut so long, they focus on a large figure, with an amused look on his wide grin.

On the desk sits two of the candles you once lit. They’ve both been blown out.

The figure moves closer as your mouth opens to let out an ear-piercing scream. A large hand lazily covers your mouth to muffle your voice.

It’s so close. So close you can finally see some of its details. It looks like a guy. A gorgeous one.

But it can't be.

Your heart is racing and you’re scared shitless, but you think that money wasn’t completely wasted after all. The ritual worked.

“You fucked up the ritual you tried to do.

The guy's voice sends a chill straight down your spine and to your core. It’s deep and slightly raspy.

This man can’t be real, not when he looks that good anyway.

His dark hair covers his forehead and the tips of his eyes, and a scar runs down his lip.

Fuck.

He stares blankly at you before remembering you can’t respond. His rough hand was still covering your mouth. Not that he asked a question for you to answer anyway.

He slowly removes his hot palm from your mouth, seeing if you would scream again.

Oddly you don't.

“Huh?” Is all you can manage to say.

He grins wider at your dumbfounded state, “You said the chant wrong, I mean. There’s so many spells in that stupid book. A lot of spells are similar.”

“So instead of contacting a demon I actually summoned one?”

He adjusts his position on the floor into a more comfortable one. You would’ve never thought demons could get uncomfortable.

“Smart boy.”

Your dick twitches at the praise, even if you didn’t feel like a smart boy. You instantly feel shame. This is a demon, this is wrong.

Seemingly restless, the man stands up inspecting your room. He annoys you in the process.

“So how do I send you back-“ You look up at him for his name.

“Toji.” He offers, not paying you any mind.

“Right Toji.” The name feels good leaving your lips. You move to your bed from your old place on the floor. You need to get comfortable, this seems like It’ll take a while.

“Well that’s the thing.” He stares you down, as if you’re supposed to know what thing he’s talking about. There’s a lot of things wrong with this right now.

“What thing?” You stare at him dumbly. You don’t have time for this.

You didn’t say that when you were summoning the damn man.

Toji walks away from his place by your floor books and instead decides to sit next to you on the bed.

He glances at you blinking. Leaning down to pick up the magic book that was previously discarded on the floor, hands it to you.

“Read the first page.” He knows something you don’t. You really should’ve been more thorough before deciding to do something like this on a random Saturday.

Warning! In order to make an entity leave you must give them something*.*

You read aloud.

You look up at him to find him already staring at you.

Not responding right away his warm, big hand travels to the side of your face. He leans closer. So close your noses are almost touching.

He’s so beautiful.

His 6’2, 250lbs frame covers yours as his eyes lower to your lips. You can’t figure out the exact scent that reaches your nose when you’re this close to him, but his musk makes him that much more enticing.

“I want that something to be you, sweet thing.”

He sees the hesitation on your face. He can also see the desire.

The hand that isn’t on your face travels to palm your clothed dick.

“But you’re-” You begin to stammer.

“A demon?” He finishes, not seeming bothered by your tone. He couldn’t blame you for being wary. But he would show your cute self a good time.

“That’s what makes it fun.”

This is so wrong. But you can’t help the way your skin heats up under his touch. You can feel yourself getting harder the closer he gets.

His slightly chapped lips capture yours in a hungry kiss. The kiss is filthy, the tension fills the room like a fish tank and you can practically see the desire oozing out of his body.

You can no longer tell which tongue is yours and which one is his because both of them are overlapping. His hands trail lower, cupping underneath your jean-clad thighs and picking you up from the edge of the bed.

Toji’s lips eventually leave yours. A dissatisfied whine escapes your plush lips as your dazed gaze focuses on his.

“Patience baby.” He warns.

He unbuttons your jeans and slides them down your thighs slowly, almost as if he’s trying to tease himself. He then moves you closer to your headboard. Even though he warned you, he’s also affected by your lips not connecting with his.

You tug on his black compression shirt, trying to pull it off him. It hugs his body deliciously, you can’t even imagine what it would look like off of him.

“I wan’ it off” You tug again.

He pulls away from you quickly, and takes his compression shirt and sweats off in record time.

You reconnect your lips.

He takes your bunched up shirt off of you, throwing it behind him, your nipples hardens due to the cold air filling up your room.

The sight of you sprawled out all pretty for him is a sight for sore eyes. Like an angel.

An angel for his demon.

He captures a hard nipple in his mouth sucking on the perked flesh while tweaking the other nipple.

You mewl, writhing in his grasp. Without removing his lips from your nipples, he slides your pink boxers down your thighs. You dick twitches again from the brush of his arms across your thighs.

“Such a pretty hole, for a pretty boy,” He groans as he lowers himself past your leaking cock so that he's face level with your pulsing rim.

“Thank you.” You mumble.

“So polite.” He seems to be talking to himself almost. He stares at your cute little hole getting close but never touching.

Growing shy, you begin to close your legs. But before you can fully close them a slap on your thigh causes you to yelp.

“Keep them open. I want to see you” He glares, finally touching you. He reaches his hand back up to your dick, Toji rubs your slit up and down collecting your pearly pre.

“M’ sorry.” you twitch.

“I know you didn't mean to be bad, sweetheart. Just keep them spread for me.”

He knows exactly where to touch to get you pent up. He slowly inserts two slicked fingers and curls them to hit exactly where you need them.

You moan out making eye contact with him from your place on your back. He stares back up at you with dark eyes. While maintaining eye contact his tougue glides against you puckered hole, licking softly.

You grip his hair causing him to moan out with an eye roll. He moves his tongue around your rim trying to get all the juices you leak. His tongue pushes deeper into your hole, while his fingers are still pistoning in and out of you.

You can feel your release building up. You try to warn him, but the pleasure is taking your breath.

“gonna’ cum!” You manage between moans.

“Give it t’me.” The vibrations of his words are the push you needed to tip you over the edge. With the loudest moan yet, your back arches trying to move away from him. He grips your thighs holding you in place making your dick twitch for the third time, your cum erupting straight up and falling onto your soft stomach.

He keeps swirling his tongue to make you ride your high out before his face comes up to face yours. He takes his fingers out of your hole and holds them up to your face.

“Suck.”

Without any words, you stare up at him and suck your release off of his fingers making his dick twitch at the sight.

You're such a cute thing, so pliant.

Pulling his fingers out, he handles you like a doll flipping you over without any effort. You automatically arch, wiggling your ass as an invitation.

He swats it smirking at the sight.

You whine, looking back to watch him pull his boxers down. He's so– big. He’s about 9 inches with a vein running down to his base. His tan, mushroom tip leaks white pearls that drip onto the already messy sheets.

He rubs his tip along your sensitive hole making you quiver. He slowly pushes in, forcing your arch deeper.

He gives you little time to adjust before plowing into your tight rim.

Plap, plap, plap.

The sound of your ass hitting his pelvis as you attempt to bury your moans into the stuffed bear you got at the fair.

He notices your actions and wraps both his hands around your throat, using that as leverage.

“You’re big!” You slur your words, your eyes rolling to the back of your head for what seems like the hundredth time.

“Yeah? Tell me where you feel me?“ Toji takes one hand off your neck to fist your swollen cock.

You slowly move one hand down your waist to push on your stomach, where you feel his tip reaching.

“M’ Right here!” The pressure of his pounding mixed with your hand makes it almost too much to handle, but it's too good to stop.

Pounding sloppily into your fluttering hole, Toji jerks your cock even faster. He can tell you’re about to cum again.

“Slow down!” Your voice grows higher in pitch as you try to push on his abdomen. He catches your hands and holds them behind your back, making his thrusts harder as punishment.

“You can take it.” He grunts.

You rim winks around him once again. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve both come. He’s so mean the way he bullies his cock into you.

He is insatiable.

Your eyes can’t help but roll back as he hunches over you. His mean grin comes into view as you look over your shoulder.

You splutter, “So’ good Toji!”

“Mhm?”

Without another word you cum again, your unfocused eyes black out for a second at the intensity of your orgasm.

Toji follows soon after with an airy whine. You’re boneless as you fall out of your arch and flat onto the bed. Fatigue hits you as your eyes begin to close.

Toji slowly pulls out careful not to stimulate you even more. The last thing you remember before sleep hit you is a wet cloth cleaning your sweaty body off.

The next morning you wake up to a sore body and a page of the spell book flipped open.

How to summon Toji– the incubus demon.

[stellar-constellations]

Hey! I'm not a very active user here, but I wanted to check in with the yandere shinso au a few days ago and haven't been able to find it. Has it been discontinued? If it was, i couldn't find any post saying that it was

Oh, you're right! I completely forgot to post that announcement. I thought I did, but knowing me I probably had a dream of writing it and I thought I posted it when in reality I didn't... Silly me!

Yes, the Bound Together series has been discontinued and deleted for a multitude of reasons.

One; I feel like it was very cringy. I kept looking back at the work and I couldn't feel myself enjoying it. I knew I could do better, and that series just wasn't cutting it.

Two; It was originally a self-insert. I started writing, I've written hundred-thousands of fanfics I did for fun, which is how I discovered I liked writing. In fact, An Alliance was actually a self-insert too, when it got to 60,000 words was when I decided to post it to the internet (after editing all the exclusive facts of me and my appearance).

The difference between An Alliance and Bound Together was that An Alliance had a completely different (Y/N), one that was made of pure fiction; whilst Bound Together felt extremely exclusive and I felt it didn't relate to other readers since it was originally a self-insert series beforehand.

Three; I had no motivation for the series. It felt like I was constantly at a writer's block with it, and it felt like there wasn't much to write or try to plot-out since it was so exclusive. It was stuck in its own little box that it made it hard to try and branch out.

Four; I actually bumped into many obstacles because I didn't actually watch or readMHA! Trust me, I tried so damn hard (I tried watching the series on three separate occasions throughout the years, and I also tried reading the manga but I just couldn't like the series). Honestly, I hated the protagonist and couldn't find myself enjoying the series plots or ideas, the anime just felt forced to me. So because I never liked the anime or manga, I never had a full grasp on Shinso's personality; I only knew the basics and that made it difficult to write.

The reason why I even wrote for Shinso was because he was a relaxed, semi-realist/pessimist, and a sleepy boy (don't judge me, I have a type). Personally, I like slowburn relationships with lots of quality time and just enjoying each other's company, not much romance honestly, so it also projected into that series and made it even harder to try and relate to the audacity (basically like reason two).

I write for characters I actually simp for, that way I can be motivated and so I can actually enjoy writing. I would rather lick gum off people's shoes for a living than EVER IN MY LIFE write for Toji, so I just need to like the character to write them.

So yeah! That's my reasons for canceling the series. Hopefully, all of my stars orbiting my galaxy will understand my reasonings. I'm not going to even try lying, it's best not to look to me redoing the series because I seriously doubt I will. After that fiasco, I decided to update my masterlist to only anime I've watched or mostly watched, that way I could have an easier time writing and you all will have an easier time reading! Thank you for this question, and I'm glad you reminded me about this!

This is my new and improved masterlist if you want to check it out. Please be aware, requests are not my top priority. My top priority is myself (because good work is only when you're in a good state of mind and body. Don't destroy yourself for random people on the internet) My second priority finishing Star Patient, listening to my reader's opinions and ideas for the plot and characters, and answering questions. Anything else is third priority.

[uriekukistan]

choso and/or megumi? :)

im so. i just spent so long typing this out only for the page to crash and delete everything i said. why does tumblr HATE ME anyway thank you for the ask i’ll try to remember everything i said the first time 😭

choso!!

favorite thing about them: his relationship with itadori is so cute! such a good brother! his facial expressions are so cute and silly! literally found out itadori was his brother and went “okay i’ll die for u now”

least favorite thing about them: the fact that they robbed him of his sick shoes in the anime. maybe something else will come up in the future but for now that’s it

favorite line: i got two! *in a life or death situation* can u just call me onii chan like once please please please please (paraphrasing), *facing kenjaku after finding out that they’re his dad and yuuji’s mom* “hey little bros look at this im gonna kill our parent

brOTP: gotta go w yuuji since they are in fact bros. his relationship w mahito is so silly to me tho, and i’d love to see him interact with todo!

OTP: i dont really have one. rn i think he’s too focused on his brothers to think abt that

nOTP: its not a no for me per se just that i think choso and yuki are very one sided. yuki clearly likes him but he’s too focused on yuuji rn

random headcanon: i can see him having a long skincare routine with a fluffy hairband

unpopular opinion: i think he is frequently mischaracterized in the name of fitting ppl’s sexual fantasies about him. ofc im all for having fun but i noticed it does impact broader perceptions of his character sometimes. could say this about any jjk man tho.

song i associate with them: mmmm maybe sunflower by post malone, don’t have a reason for it buy yea

favorite picture of them: have two

MEGUMIIIII

favorite thing about them: he is me i am him we are the same. realistic depiction of what it is like to be abandoned by your parental figure and then be told you’re “special” for some reason and now too much is expected of you but you never wanted this in the first place. i could raise him so well let me adopt him. I Will Take Care Of Him.

least favorite thing about them: can’t. that’s my son.

favorite line: soooo many but i think about “so start by saving me itadori” DAILY. hourly even.

brOTP: love his relationship with kugisaki. would love to see him with yuuta more for purely self indulgent reasons that are not related to my dancers au….

OTP: obviously gotta go with ITAFUSHI i could talk abt them for hours. a brain virus fr they’re everything to me.

nOTP: 🧑‍💻 megumi & sukuna, megumi & toji, megumi & gojo, megumi & mai, etc. i try not to yuck other ppls yum but uh. i couldn’t even decide which of these was worst.

random headcanon: uhhh this ones a sad one, but i think before gojo came along, he and his sister were starving (compared to other characters shown as kids he looks much bonier), so even into adulthood, he has a hard time gaining weight from the effects of childhood malnutrition and as a result, is a bit less physically strong than he could potentially be (still very strong tho)

unpopular opinion: you already know what im gonna say. most overhated character in jjk. yall need to get off his back before i get violent im so serious rn everything he does is a perfectly valid reaction to the trauma he’s been through since he was literally a toddler

song i associate with them: i got so many…recently been thinking of dreams of losing teeth by suave punk & moon i already know by mount eerie the most

favorite picture of them: soo many…unhinged megumi vs pocket sized gumi i cant pick

[lovenona]

pst been a while since i contributed to sts but -

toji shopping with u and looking a lil baby shoes that look like big shoes shrunken down. not outright saying they're cute or anything like that but just holding a little sneaker in his hand for a while before putting it back ;;

he’s been looking at the doc martens for a considerably long time.

he won’t say anything about it – neither will you or the salesperson or the pregnant mom who’d like to take a look at them – but he’s been cradling the baby boot in his hand for upwards of fifteen minutes. it’s just so goddamn small in his hands, like a little butterfly in his palm. who the fuck makes boots this tiny? what foolish parent would even spend that much on a designer shoe their baby will grow out of in weeks?

(he would. he would do it. would buy it without question and tell everyone else to shut the fuck up about it.) 

what about converse, laces that would barely make it around his wrist? for fuck’s sake, he saw itadori jin wearing the adult version of those adidas just the other day. it’s silly. it’s lame. a baby doesn’t need big-shoes-turned small. a baby shouldn’t even be this fucking little. 

he puts the boot back down. he takes a picture – just one – and saves it to his phone.

[screampied]

WHY DO U HAVE PICS OF MY MAN'S FEET HELP ???? better than those ballet shoes toji wears i guess 🤒. bye not the dogs out on display im fucking sick he looks so silly.

cystic acne ….????? kali …… did i just read that right. i love toji too but stand up girl, we need to save you 🧎‍♀️‍➡️

veyygayy hi mamas! congrats on 30k! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

ALSO i have a question for you!

so ultra fr srs business question.... so for Sukuna— would you rather be a pimple on his butt or a bunion on his big toe?

inquiring minds wanna know! 🩷

(i asked @hoshigray this about toji but she hasnt answered me yet 😩😩)

KALIFORNIA THANK UUUU SM ML 🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️💓

business question, alr 💀💀.

hmmm. i would have to say i’d be a pimple his butt bc that technicallyyyy means i’ll never leave him 🧎‍♀️‍➡️. LOCKED IN. bunions is crazy, i don’t think kuna has bunions but toji …. that man is pretty funky 🤭

[fxshigurosbae]

Can you please do relationship headcanons of the jjk boys and how it’d be like to have them as boyfriends? Thank you!

THEM AS BOYFRIENDS . . .

⋆.ೃ࿔*gojo, toji, nanami, getou, megumi [19] , yuuji [19]

✶ mature content (minors do not interact)

NOTE. thank you so much for the request! i’d like to apologize for taking so long!

taglist | masterlist

gojo

the type of boyfriend who gets sulky like a child if you don’t call him by a petname, those being preferably baby, honey or darling, because he does the same to you! — but he won’t lie, he loves hearing you call him satoru when you’re angry at him. he’s the type to tease you for being shorter than him, he’ll swing something over your head and chuckle deviously since you can’t get it, he makes you irritated whenever he gets something for you from the higher shelf, with a previous peek under your shorts or skirt — he gets a slap back — and gojo definitely leans down to hear you better and it turns you on pisses you off. satoru death glares any guy that looks at you, even if it’s a seventy year old man or a little boy passing by, and of course, he tries to make it explicit that you are his girlfriend. it is noticeable and obvious that he is the biggest tease in the world, and of course, gojo has to come so close to your face, breath against your lips and not do anything, just to lead you into thinking he was going for a kiss, he does it all the time but never forgets to peck your lips before going out, because if you don’t, he either won’t leave, or won’t let you leave. he is the type to show up with the hugest bouquet of flowers you could have possibly ever seen, they’re always different types and very expensive, he even draws silly little things to you as letters. when it comes to his phone, the home and lock screens both have pictures of you, and he constantly changes them, since gojo’s always taking candids of you from all angles. messaging you before bed is a must! gojo will keep calling, spamming texts, sending audios, facetiming and even emailing, if needed, just so that you send him a goodnight text back. satoru is also the type of boyfriend to play with your hair, grabbing strands and intervening with his long fingers, he likes to admire the shine when the wind is blowing, or just when you’re focused on something else — he will stare at you, at your eyes while doing so too. is it even necessary to add that he is you sugar daddy? it’s already a very well known fact, he will spend th***nds with you, we are talking about luxury brands, clothes, makeup, shoes, whatever you desire baby! — lingerie selectively chosen by himself included. on the other hand, the man is a complete menace, he is horny 25/8, he always sends you dick pics, no matter where you both are. gojo calls you late at night with a trembling raspy voice as he jerks himself off, even sexting too. satoru has developed a liking to taking pics of you when he’s fucking you from behind, also he’s got a collection of pictures of your pussy spilling with his cum. the man is too a storyteller, he only says good things about you to get getou jealous, you don’t even want to hear what he’s got to say, he’ll show off exaggeratedly. you’ll often find yourself all messed up, with a ruined brand new dress, after he’s fucked you repeatedly, just to have him buy you another one even more beautiful later. can’t forget to mention, satoru gropes your titties when you don’t pay him some attention, he’s so selfish, he wants you all to himself, he’s just a big baby after all.

toji

is one to usually fall asleep between your thighs, holding onto your sides, feeling the warmth and comfort it gives him while you interlace your fingers on his soft black hair. he always walks with his huge hand behind your neck, on the nape, almost as if guiding you, or on your waist too, feeling the shape. he’s the type to check under your skirt, and hypocritically cover your ass when in public. he’s got a messed up sleeping schedule, so he got used to sending you texts late at night, at like 3 or 4 am! — you probably know what he’s going on all about. plus, you learned to be thrown around like a sack of potatoes, you love it, and it doesn’t matter if you’re in the couch or in bed. on the other side of the coin, he’s already a very daring man, so daring, he has the audacity to steal your panties, toji gets them when you’re done with the laundry or the ones from the drawers, even your favorite pairs! one thing toji hates is when you’re acting like a brat, and as punishment, you get your hair pulled, and your cheek slapped when you ignore him — that happens only when he knows you’re not that really pissed off, seems toxic but it’s not, not that much. be ready to get your ass slapped all the time too, he’ll really feel the flesh, might as well bite your neck while he’s at it. one thing he loves are fingers, well, he loves having his fingers inside your pussy when you’re both supposed to be watching a movie, that happens with every movie — mostly when it’s just both of you, but that doesn’t mean other people can’t be close by — and in the end, he’ll make you suck on them, even if out of the blue, you’ll see his eyes sparkle when your saliva coats his digits, well, not only your saliva…

nanami

is a lot more normal, compared to the previous two. he adores hugging you from behind, if it’s when you’re cooking, doing the dishes, the laundry, doing your makeup, it doesn’t matter. he’s a gentleman, always making sure you’re not on the side of the street, changing places with you worriedly. learning how to cook and bake your favorite dishes, he searches recipes on books because he doesn’t like to use the internet — he’s just not familiar with technology. if it’s cold or not, especially if there’s men lurking at you, he’ll cover you with his blazer, constantly making sure you’re doing fine, with a hand on your lower back, to remind you of his presence, and to discreetly keep close to you at all times. sleeping on your belly! he loves it so much, he just feels so safe, wrapping his big manly arms around your hips and waist, caressing his thumbs on your skin, he even undoes the bed before you go to sleep, he knows you’re tired. after a long day at work, he gets home exhausted and looking dead, so your cuddles work like battery for him, he gets instantly better as soon as he feels your skin against his, of course he’ll wash up first, he doesn’t want you to get dirty — only with other things. nanami goes down on you every time, he says you’re the main meal, so why should he skip it, right? he lets you sit on his lap when he’s working — who says you won’t grind his thigh too? remember those hugs from behind? he also fucks you while he’s at it, especially when you’re in the kitchen or in the bathroom. he’s the type to take showers after you have sex, washing your hair and doing your skincare for you, some massages, even cooks you something afterwards, he’s just the sweetest!

getou

is so possessive, it totally pisses him off when guys hit on you, he’ll rudely scoff them away or contrarily, send them off with a contemptuous smile on his face. when he smokes, getou makes sure you’re not on the way of the smoke, he doesn’t want you choking or having the smell on your beautiful hair or clothes. you both match yukatas and kimonos, he’ll always buy the most expensive ones, with fabrics that suit your skin color. kisses on the forehead are routine, he’s taller than you, so he’ll bend down to leave a long kiss, and he’ll watch you get on your toes to return the favor. getou’s the type of boyfriend to let you make all sorts of braids on his silky hair before going to bed, you practiced so much you’re an expert, and he absolutely loves it! well, not so innocently, suguru has the habit to record you sucking him off, just to send to gojo — of course, he wants to show off — he’ll even beg you to give him a bj, he mastered the arts of acting, in the end, getou will also smoke while you’re at it. quickies in the car can be added to the list of weekly things to do, he is just absolutely obsessed with seeing the windows of the car fogged, your scent all around, and being alone with you in a small, dark and comfy place, because getou, contradictorily, just wants to worship you.

megumi

is just so cute, he’s the type to cuddle and hold your hand when you watch a horror movie together, because he knows you won’t be able to sleep after it. the dark-haired loves to fall asleep on your legs or lap, it feels just so cozy and he likes something to squish, plus your fingers massaging his head, playing with his spiky hair, it’s heaven on earth! whenever you’re bored, you sit on him in bed, so you can do his makeup, megumi simply lays there with his eyes closed, or he takes a peek and keeps staring at you all focused. one thing you absolutely die for is when the guy pats your head in a way to praise you, to even make you feel better, it’s just the absolute cutest, he’s got those puppy eyes too. you’re also used to having him wait for you, megumi will stand there until you’re done with whatever it is, such a gentleman — and the sidewalk rule! can’t forget about that, he’s so smooth with it, you don’t even notice sometimes, but he never forgets. his love language is quality time and acts of service, so the young fushiguro will hold your hand under the desk when you’re out with your friends — because he is shy, of course, and doesn’t want to keep distance, so he finds a way to show his love to you — everytime, he will tie your shoes if needed, and so much more. but there’s always two sides to things, behind the scenes, megumi lets you suck him off under his desk — on online meetings, studying, playing videogames, on calls with yuuji or gojo. one thing you got him to do is to send you unmuted videos — yup, those type of videos, and boy, they’re good — whining lowly because he doesn’t want to let others know what’s going on there, still, that makes it even better, he even complains you got him addicted. whenever you cuddle, be prepared to have your neck and collarbones showered in kisses, long and soft ones, you swear his lips are going to crack or bleed from how much he kisses those places. megumi, like said, likes to sleep on your thighs, but there’s just the need to mention again just how much he is obsessed with them, he will literally have hearts on his eyes, squish them, kiss them, leave small hickeys on the inner skin — it’s just irresistible for him, and he’s got a lot of self-control!

yuuji

is also like a child, he’s constantly matching outfits with you, matching pjs so he can say you look better than him, cuter than him, he’ll compliment you entirely. yuuji does some things that would be seen as embarrassing for others, but it’s fine if it’s just the both of you, right? so he’ll be trying to feed you by saying here comes the airplane, in the end, you’re the one feeding him. he’s the type to dance whenever he notices you’re sad, he’s not very aware but still, when it comes to you, he’s got a very keen eye, playing k and j pop songs you like the most, only in order to see a bright smile on your pretty face — he’ll most likely embarrass you on the streets too, that includes dancing, singing, running around. itadori will most definitely kiss you all of the time! he’ll kiss your cheeks, squeeze them, kiss your shoulders, lots of kisses and hugs. he is just so dramatic, he’ll act hurt and play-pretend just so you pay attention to him — gojo’s influence maybe. one thing he adores is giving you massages, on the legs, on the arms, on your back, he gets worried he’s using too much strength. be prepared to have him falling asleep on your chest, he is just crazily, madly, insanely addicted to your boobies, it feels warm! talking about that, he is not that innocent, he’s a horny one, yuuji is not one to be too hardcore but still, he likes sucking on your nipples, he’ll play with them all night long if you let him. and, oh, how he loves calling you mommy, he begs, he waits for permission, he just obeys every command, he does everything and more for you, just got to ask!

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[bestiesenpai]

The Language of Flowers - Toji Fushiguro

Who is ready for Toji Fushiguro fluff? This is a flower shop au + a kinda mafia au, so let’s see how it turned out, shall we? Gender neutral reader and no warnings :)

“Welcome in!” Fifteen minutes after opening your shop for the day, you got your first customer. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to come in so early, usually a senior citizen or a shop owner looking to spruce up their place with a fresh bouquet. But the person walking in as you rounded the corner didn’t look like the typical type of early morning client.

Smartly dressed in a suit with a large double breasted overcoat hanging off broad shoulders, the man that walked in had a much more serious demeanor than you were used to. Inky black hair with strands hanging in his face, a prominent scar on the edge of one lip and half-lidded eyes that seemed to stare right through you as they landed on you.

“Hello.” Even the smooth, deep timbre of his voice was out of place as he walked past tables full of bright orchids and petunias. He moved slowly, all the time in the world at his fingertips as he approached the counter.

“How can I help you today?” There was something unnerving about him but you pushed it away, gripping the edges of your apron so he wouldn’t see your hands slightly tremble.

“You make bouquets, right?” Looking over his shoulders a few times, his eyes settled on a few pictures on the wall of past arrangements. “I need one for a funeral.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t be, he had it coming.” Chuckling to himself, the man tapped his chest a few times.

“O-oh.” Blinking away your shock, you gestured to the flowers on display. “Any particular flowers you’d like?”

“Lilies are funeral flowers, right? A handful of those and some glitter should be fine.” Digging in his pocket, the man pulled out a wad of cash and placed a few bills on the counter that separated you. “This should be enough.”

“This is more than enough, I can’t-” He’d put a few hundreds on the counter, all crisp and clean like they were freshly printed.

“Don’t worry about it.” Waving off your apprehension, he pushed the money closer. “Think of it as me repenting.”

“What do you need to repent for?” Slowly taking the money, you regretted asking as the man chuckled again.

“I’m the reason this funeral’s happening.”

Ten minutes later, the man - who’s name you’d learned was Toji - was walking out of the door with a fresh bouquet of white lilies. He didn’t say anything further while he was there, mainly because you hid in the back room as you worked. You could hear his dress shoes clicking against the worn hardwood as he perused the shop and every once in a while he stopped to sniff a flower.

The rest of the day went by without incident, your regular customers came in and you were able to forget about the man that had occupied the space in the early morning. Only when you emptied out the register and saw the money sitting at the bottom did you think about him, which brought a light flush to your cheeks. As intimidating as he was, you couldn’t help but find him a bit attractive.

A week and a half went by until you saw him again. It was a surprise to hear him come into the shop at the same time as last, wearing another suit with the heavy coat on his shoulders.

“Another funeral?” You asked when you saw him and your question made his lips stretch into an unexpected laugh.

“Not this time! I’m going to a wedding later.” Toji’s laugh warmed your cheeks, it was a rich sound that came straight from the barrel of his chest.

“Are you getting married?” Your eyes darted down to his ringless fingers.

“Nope, the boss’ youngest daughter found love.” Fishing a phone out of his pocket, Toji showed you a picture of a girl clearly ecstatic with her lover and a very large ring on her finger, a few men that looked like bodyguards lingering in the background.

“How precious! What’re the colors for the wedding?”

“Beats me, I’m not in it.” Shrugging his shoulders, Toji gestured to a few pink roses. “I think she likes pink, so maybe a bit of those.”

“You think or you know?” You snorted, rounding the counter and going over to the flowers. “Weddings are a really big deal, she might not like it if you clash.” Toji opened and closed his mouth like he was going to say a witty retort, but instead he bit back a sigh and nodded curtly.

“Pick whatever you like then, I just need a bouquet that goes well with a stack of cash.” Holding his coat away from him, Toji flashed a white envelope tucked inside his inner pocket, along with the tell tale handle of a gun resting in a holster to his side.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Licking your lips nervously, you fought to keep your eyes steady and not look at the gun. Turning back to the flowers, you mulled over them longer than necessary to avoid facing him. “You said she likes pink?”

Thanking you once again for your service, Toji left with a large bouquet in his hands and a congratulations card he had you write. He even promised to come back and show you pictures of the wedding and while you appreciated the returning patronage, the man before you was starting to make you quite uneasy.

“You still open?” It was five minutes to closing time and the bell above the door alerted you to another customer, the sound of the voice telling you exactly who it was.

“Toji, you really came back.” It was a bit of a shock to see him twice in one day. He was a little more disheveled, the coat on his shoulders was gone and he didn’t have a suit jacket on, with the black button up he had underneath clearly wrinkled and coming untucked at one side.

“Yeah, the wedding was in the afternoon, and I only had to stay until the newlyweds left.” Running a hand through his hair, Toji checked the watch on his wrist as he grabbed his phone. It was nearing eight and the sign on the door clearly stated you were going to close soon, so he had to make this quick.

Sliding his phone wordlessly onto the counter, he gestured toward the pictures on the screen. The wedding was massive, a lot of money had clearly been spent to give the smiling bride everything she wanted.

“Toji, she’s holding my bouquet!” Walking down the aisle, arm in arm with who you assumed was her father, the bride was carrying the bouquet that you’d made.

“Hm? Yeah, guess she is.”

“She didn’t have her own?” If you had known she would be carrying it down the aisle you would have made it more extravagant and lush.

“She did, but she liked yours so much she took it.” The statement brought a silly smile to your lips and Toji laughed to himself, swiping through more photos. Every single one had jovial people but you couldn’t ignore the men in dark suits with stern looks on their faces in the background and flanking the bride's father in a few pictures.

“Do you really need that many bodyguards at a wedding?” Looking at the bride more closely, she wasn’t recognizable to you as any celebrity or daughter of a politician.

“When you do the business we do, yeah.” Coming to the end of the pictures, Toji tucked his phone away. Giving him a curious look, you began to untie the apron around your waist. The clock hung on the wall rang eight and it was time to close up shop.

“What kind of business?” You pressed, slowly starting to turn off the lights to the shop and ushering Toji out as you walked to the front.

“Honey, I don’t think you want to know.” Standing on the sidewalk as you locked up the shop, Toji grinned as he looked over the street and saw the other small businesses closing up for the night as well.

Narrowing your eyes briefly at him, you did a once over of Toji. He was quite broad, with clearly defined muscles on every slope and curve of his body. There were a couple scars on his hands to match the one on his lip and you could see the outline of a gun tucked into his hip clear as day. It wouldn’t be that hard to guess, but did you want to take that leap?

“Well whatever it is, it’s certainly keeping me afloat.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gave the doors one last tug before putting the keys away and beginning to walk away. “It was nice seeing you, Toji.” It was nice seeing more of his body and talking to him, having his attention solely on you.

“Take care getting home, (Y/N).” Giving you a quick wave, Toji fished a cigarette out of his pocket. “I’ll see you around.” Waving back at him, the two of you went your separate ways with the heat of the day dissipating in the air and masking the light flush on both of your cheeks.

Coming to work the next day, the scent of Toji’s cologne still lingered in the air as you walked in. Putting your apron on and starting to prep for the coming day, you found yourself waiting at the fifteen minute mark to see if he would come in with another request. But the only one that came was a delivery man holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

Thanking him, you quickly snatched the card that was attached and read it.

How often does a florist get flowers? Can’t imagine it’s a lot. These are a thank you from me and the boss for that bouquet the other day, it was a big hit.

- Toji

P.S. These aren’t nearly as bright as your smile but they come close, don’t they?

A warm blush invaded your whole body as you read the last line, giggling to yourself as you reread it a few times and looked at the sunflowers. They were indeed a bright and vibrant yellow and as you transferred them to a vase, your mouth refused to let go of the large smile stretching your cheeks wide and it stayed for the whole day.

The next few days were slow, the weather had taken a drastic turn and rain pelted the streets and drowned out any potential customers. There was even the low, distant rumble of thunder rolling in as you began to close up shop one day.

“Shit, it’s really coming down.” Standing at the front door, you watched small rivers of water flow down the street. The street was empty save for the few people running past to get out of the rain. Worrying your lip, you were at a standstill. Your bus stop was only a five minute walk away, but the reality of having to wait in the rain and get your shoes utterly soaked was keeping you rooted in place.

“Maybe I can wait it out.” Mumbling to yourself, you closed the door and flicked off the open sign. There was probably some prep you could do for the following morning while you waited for the weather to hopefully ease up a little, a bouquet you could get started on a little early or plants that might need a little sprucing up.

Sweeping aimlessly, touching up a few displays, double and triple checking the incoming flower deliveries - all of it took less than thirty minutes to complete and the rain seemed to be coming down even harder now. Wandering to the backroom, you were just about to rearrange another drawer when the wind whooshed by and shook the front door in its frame.

“(Y/N)? You in there?” Except it wasn’t the wind and that was certainly Toji’s voice. He was standing at the door, cupping his face against the glass and peeking into the shop. Rushing to open it for him, he was dripping big puddles onto the floor as he came in.

“What’re you doing here?” For once he had his large overcoat on and properly buttoned up and his hair was clinging to his face with fat water droplets streaking down his skin.

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“Why?” Grabbing a few paper towels, you cast him a curious look.

“Well…” Dabbing off his face, Toji took a glance at you before closing his eyes and wiping off his hair. “Just wanted to check on the shop, ya know, make sure it was holding up in this weather.” Toji’s cheeks turned a bit rosy and he wiped at his face a little more.

“I would say it’s holding up pretty fine.” Shrugging your shoulders, there wasn’t much you could do against the weather outside.

“Great, that’s...that’s great.” Toji trailed off, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around the shop. A loud crack of thunder broke the steadily growing tension, making you jump and shuffle a bit closer to him.

“This weather is awful.” You mumbled. Your fingers just brushed against the material of his coat and you wanted to cling onto it, have Toji open it so you could snuggle close to him and drown out the sounds of outside.

“Do you have a ride home? I notice it’s a bit past closing time.” Taking a glance at his watch, Toji looks at you with a raised brow.

“No, I ride the bus. I was hoping the rain would ease up so I could leave soon.”

“The bus? You can’t take that in this weather.” Shaking his head, Toji dug around in his pockets. “Wait here, I’ll give you a ride.”

“But you-” There was no car parked outside the shop and as you followed Toji to the door you didn’t see any waiting either.

“I parked around the corner. Lock up the shop and wait for me.” Patting the door frame a few times, Toji ducked his head and ran down the street. Watching him for as long as you could, you hurriedly turned the lights off and closed the door right as a shiny silver sports car pulled up.

Running out, you practically dove into the passenger's seat as soon as the door was opened. Toji had the heat cranked up, chasing away the nipping cold air that had followed you in. It smelled even more of Toji’s cologne in here, a scent you hoped would linger far after you left the car.

“Which way home?” He asked, pulling out into the street.

“Take a right up here and then go straight.” Doing as you said, Toji fiddled with the radio and let the low sound of music fill the air along with the rain. Driving down the slick roads, Toji came to a slow stop at a red light.

“Would you have seriously taken the bus if I hadn’t shown up?” Making a face at the weather, Toji clicked his tongue when he watched you nod.

“Or I would have just slept in the backroom.” Your comment made him laugh, an abrupt bark that came from his stomach and had him leaning forward a little.

“Really? Made a pillow among those pretty flowers?”

“I’m sure they’d be quite comfortable.” Laughing as well, you looked out the window as he began to drive again. As the laughter turned to soft chuckles, you felt the urge to speak again and keep the conversation going. It was easy to talk to Toji and despite your apprehension upon first meeting him, you could see yourself becoming friends with the man.

“Well this is just great.” Coming to a grinding halt, Toji let out a soft groan and gestured to the traffic filled road ahead of him. “Did people forget how to drive in the fucking rain or something?”

“Maybe…” Leaning around in your seat, you could see the tell-tale flashing of emergency lights. “I think someone got into an accident up there, I can see an ambulance.”

“They had to choose tonight to fuck their car up?” Rolling his eyes, Toji sunk into the driver's seat, drumming his fingers against the wheel and taking a peek in the rearview mirror. “Seems like we’re stuck here, there’s too many people to turn back now.”

Turning over your shoulder, you blanched at the sight of all the cars suddenly behind you. The road you were travelling on wasn’t particularly busy to begin with but it seemed the inclimate weather had other plans.

“Guess we wait then.” Sinking down to match him, you watched the rain smatter against the windshield. The soft jazz Toji had chosen fit the atmosphere nicely and the heat coming from the vents kept any chill away from you. The longer you sat in the comfortable quiet, the more tempting it seemed to close your eyes and take a nap.

“Hey.” A hand curling around your knee and fingers digging slightly into your leg jostled you awake. Taking a sharp, sudden inhale of the cologne scented air you jolted upright and blinked away the sleep in your eyes.

“W-what?” Looking around, you had made a significant distance on the road and it seemed you were past whatever was blocking you.

“You fell asleep on me, sweetheart.” Toji chuckled, letting his hand slide from your leg and back to the steering wheel. “And I kinda need your help to get you home.”

“Right, sorry.” Quickly clearing your throat, you pointed down the street. “Uhm, at that next light you can take a right.” With just a few more turns and straightaways, you successfully guided Toji to your home without falling asleep again.

“Hurry inside, don’t want you getting soaked.” Turning to you as he put the car in park, Toji flicked his chin toward your home.

“I will.” Smiling at his concern, you gathered your things and put a hand on the door handle. Taking one last whiff of his cologne, you nodded to him. “Thank you so much Toji, I’ll see you later.”

“See you.” Waving you off, Toji stayed until he saw you go into your house and close the door, only pulling away when he was sure you were settled inside.

That night you listened to the radio station Toji had on as you took a bath to wind down from the day, curling your own hand around your knee and imagining what it’d be like to take a bath with him instead of alone.

As you walked to work the next day, avoiding big puddles and dripping eaves, it was embarrassing to admit that Toji was still on your mind. A silly crush on the scarred man was blooming in your chest and making you more and more giddy with every step.

“Special delivery!” At midday, a delivery driver waltzed into the shop with a massive bouquet, all sorts of pinks and purples and reds filling your field of vision as they approached.

“I’m sorry, are you sure you have the right place?” The arrangement looked too extravagant to be something Toji would give you on a whim.

“Are you (Y/N)?” Showing you the postage, clear as day it had your name on it.

“Oh, yes that is me.” Signing for the flowers, you struggled to hold them in your arms. The petals tickled your cheeks as you smelled them, plush against your skin and soft to the touch.

Putting them in a vase, you made sure they were prominently displayed at the counter for all to see and every so often you would stop to look at them, letting a gentle sigh of happiness leave your lips.

Another bouquet came the next day as well, just as big and beautiful as the first, and attached to it was a note.

Hope you like the flowers, (Y/N). I got called away on a business trip, so I thought I’d give you something so you wouldn’t miss me too much while I’m away.

- Toji

Tucking the note into your apron as a few customers walked in, throughout the day you took it out to reread it and look at Toji’s messy handwriting scribbled onto whatever florist shop he’d bought the notecard from.

Everyday without fail, for nine days straight, there were flowers delivered to the shop. You weren’t always there to collect them but your neighbors certainly were, gawking openly at the multitude of flowers in vases now crowding the store and threatening to push out your actual inventory.

On the final day there was a note attached to the bouquet as well, this time a dozen red roses with the thorns snipped off.

I’m coming home today, keep the shop open for me? I promise I won’t be too late.

- Toji

This note was clearly typed out, it didn’t have the familiar scratchy lines and jagged edges that you’d memorized from Toji’s previous note. Glancing at the time and looking around the shop at all the vases, none of the happiness that getting them brought you could compare to the feeling threatening to burst your chest open at knowing you’d see Toji soon.

All day you kept an eye on the clock, working faster than you ever had before just to make sure you had no customers waiting in case he came in early. Sweeping and dusting a hundred times over, you’d practically mopped a hole in the floor as you counted the seconds down until you could lock up the shop.

Locking the door and sitting eagerly at the counter, you tried to make yourself look busy. There wasn’t anything you could possibly do, no papers needed to be straightened up and there certainly wasn’t anything to clean, so you waited what felt like ages for a knock on the door.

Walking around in circles in the backroom to try and stave off the anxious energy building inside you, you jumped nearly two feet in the air when there was a loud knock at the door. Wiping your sweaty palms on your apron, you took several deep breaths before rounding the corner and laying your eyes on Toji.

“H-hi.” Opening up the door in record time, there was a harsh heat burning your face as you let him in. You could barely meet him in the eye and instead looked at his bloody knuckles as he stepped past you. “What happened to your hands?”

“Don’t worry about it, I fell on the way here.” Taking out a handkerchief, Toji wiped the blood off his hands and as you took a look at him you noticed there weren't any traces of dirt or dust on his clothes.

“Come wash your hands at the sink.” Guiding him over by the sleeve to a sink at the corner of the shop, you got a whiff of the cologne you loved so much. Watching Toji wash his hands, you were aware how close you were standing to him, pressed snugly against the counter while he lathered.

“How’ve you been, doll?” Toji let a smirk stretch his lips and he glanced at you, his own cheeks getting a bit pink.

“Good.” Looking out at the shop and all the flowers he sent, you let out a little laugh. “Really good.”

“You liked the flowers?” Turning around, Toji leaned against the edge of the sink and chuckled at the sight before him. “Looking at it all now, I think I might have gone a little overboard.”

Your arms were pressed against each other, Toji’s clearly more muscular and much larger than your own. He didn’t have an overcoat on or even a suit like he usually did, he was dressed in a pair of loose pants and a very fitted black t-shirt, one that you had to keep yourself from ogling as it clung to his body.

“You know why I sent them, don’t you?” He asked, cutting through the silence and your daydream. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out why he was sending you so many flowers but you felt too nervous to say it aloud in case you were wrong, so you only nodded.

Fiddling with his damp fingers, Toji bit his lip and grabbed onto your hand with both of his. Engulfing your hand, he squeezed it and brought it up to his chest where you could just barely feel the rapid beat of his heart.

“So, if I asked you out on a date would you say yes?” Speaking with his lips pressed against your hand, Toji peeked at you from the corner of his eye. You stood there, locked in a staring match as both of you refused to even breathe too loudly and break the tension.

“Yes, I would.” You finally spoke, nodding your head and trying to calm the shaking in your body. Breaking out into a full smile, Toji let your hands go and clutched at his chest.

“Geez, you had me fucking worried there for a moment!” Taking a few deep breaths along with shaky laughter, Toji shook his head and forced himself to calm down, square his shoulders and look at you properly. “(Y/N), will you go on a date with me tonight?”

“Yes.” Only able to meet his eye for a moment, you giggled bashfully and put a hand over your face in embarrassment. There was a moment of silence filled with only your giggles and Toji’s relieved sigh, and then he snapped his fingers and tugged on your sleeve.

“Alright, get your stuff and lock up, I’ll grab the car.” Fiddling with the keys in his pocket, Toji quirked a brow when you gave him a curious look. “What’s wrong?”

“I thought you walked? You said you fell on the way here...” Walking slowly to grab your things, you felt even more confused when Toji laughed.

“Yeah I fell and some idiot was lucky enough to catch my fist on the way down. Now let’s get going, there’s a ramen shop I wanna take you to.” Getting to the door, he leaned against the frame and waited for you to walk up before fully exiting the store.

“Toji, did you get in a fight?”

“A fight? What? No way!” Waving you off, Toji began to walk down the street to where he parked his car. “A fight implies that the other guy even stood a chance!”

“What?” You shouted back, surprised he could say something like that so casually.

“Don’t worry about it, honey, it’s all in the past.” Stopping and turning on a dime in the middle of the sidewalk, Toji gave you a grin. “(Y/N), I should get you flowers for our date, shouldn’t I?”

“I never thought I’d say this but no Toji, I don’t want flowers for our date.” Laughing at the absurdity of the question, you watched Toji pretend to think about what you said for a moment.

“Right, anyway, I’ll stop at a florist on the way.” Nodding to himself, Toji began to walk away again. “Another dozen roses sound good, maybe I’ll make ‘em pink this time.” Looking over his shoulder, Toji winked at you. “And maybe I’ll get a kiss too.”

[shintin]

Forget Me Not: Chapter 3 (Blue scarf and hat)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Description: Imagine that from the moment you opened your eyes into this world, you had no choice but to kill and shed the blood of others, that you had to fight alongside Toji Fushiguru and die with him.

What would you do when they force you to do something you don't like? When the torment of conscience presses on your throat, will you give up? Now think about a day that life gives you another chance; how would you use it?

This is the story of a murderer who seeks salvation. Will she find it in the arms of Satoru Gojo? Or will pain find her sooner than redemption and drive her out of heaven forever?

Genre: heavy angst, sad love story, maybe tragedy, violence, lonely hearts, broken souls, +18.

Tags/Warnings: mentions of blood, violence against women, death, etc.

Author Note: We have Toji here :) There are pictures related to the story at the end of the chapter :)

Song Recommendation: Evgeny Grinko - Dusty Room

Chapter index -> Next chapter

Year: 2007 (flashback)

The girl pulled her knife out of the man's waist. He stumbled a few steps and fell on the ground.

Her irritated eyes crawled from the blood on the knife towards the indentations from the man's nails on her hand. The wound didn't matter. Her hand would soon heal. Yeah, being a half curse also had its benefits.

She bent down and lifted the inner corner of her black and red kimono, carefully cleaning her knife with it. Then took the keys and a brown box out of the man's pockets and put them in her own.

As the girl walked down the dark, narrow alley to the street, she pulled the clips out of her hair, and finally, her hair found a chance to dance with the wind.

She reached the sidewalk and looked at her watch. Toji was late. Again. She sighed and lowered her head. It was difficult for her to breathe in the city. The stench of curses was suffocating her.

She was overwhelmed by her thoughts and didn't notice that the little girl with brown hair and a pink dress looked at her with curiosity. The girl gave her a big smile.

Y/N, who didn't know how to react, quickly blushed and looked the other way. But, she looked at the little girl with the corner of her eyes. After some time, the little girl left, leaving our girl with her thoughts again.

After making sure the kid was gone, her gaze returned to the ground. A few minutes later, two people were standing a few steps away from her, and they seemed to be having a heated conversation.

"I don't want to say goodbye~, but we have an exam tomorrow, and we have to go home. I will miss you soooo much, baby~."

"Don't be silly; we have been together since this morning, and we will see each other again tomorrow."

"I know~, but you are so beautiful that it is impossible not to miss you. Look, I close my eyes, and here we go; I missed you already~."

"What if I kiss you? Will you stop acting like a child?"

Hearing this sentence, Y/N raised her head, and while looking at their make-out session in confusion, she slowly put her hand to her lips.

Beeeeeeeeeeeep

The car horn made the girl jump! She quickly lowered her hand and looked at Toji with an emotionless gaze. "You are late."

"I know. Get in." Toji's tone sounded cold.

Without further waiting, she opened the car door and sat in the front seat.

"There are extra clothes in the bag; take off that bloody ones." He used to order her about everything. No freedom.

She bent down and opened the black bag, pulling out a black sweater, pants, and old shoes. As she was unbuttoning her kimono, she turned to Toji and said: "I don't want to play the role of a prostitute to kill someone."

"Why not?" Toji slowed down the car.

"Because I don't like to be touched."

Suddenly, the car stopped on the side of the road, and at the exact moment, Toji hit the girl's mouth hard with the back of his hand. She didn't expect this. Blood flowed from her nose. But that alone didn't calm Toji's anger. He turned his head and took the girl's chin firmly with his hand, and looked into her eyes.

"How dare you disagree with me, you ungrateful bitch? Ever since I found you, I have put food in front of you, and taught you how to hide your fucking cursed energy from sorcerers so that they cannot exorcise you. Is this how you answer my favors?"

The girl's heart was pounding. She could feel all his pain in her heart.

Toji released his hand from her chin and grabbed her throat.

More pain flowed to her heart.

"Enjoy these days, because if someone finds out what you really are, not only will they not touch you, but they won't spit on you either. You're nothing but a walking monster, Y/N!"

The blood dripped from her nose onto Toji's hands. He loosened his grip from the poor girl's neck only then. Once released, her head hit the window. A muffled sound came out of her mouth.

"I told you to change your clothes! Give me those keys and the box. We have another job to do. Hurry up!"

Y/N said nothing and just obeyed. She had learned her place well during her time with Toji.

Two years with Toji had taught her that she was only a tool in his hands. After all, they weren't a family. However, Toji had disappointed his own family as well. So she didn't expect anything else.

But whatever she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about whether the carwash employee had a chance to survive that day or whether Toji had chosen to feed her death painting womb to that girl to quench his curiosity.

Y/N was a half-cursed creature, separated from her eight siblings for nearly 500 years and passed hand in hand between sorcerers and humans for many years. Due to that, she never had a clear understanding of the real world and life. After spending two years with Toji, she thought that living and killing people in return for money and unconditional obedience was the best option that life had offered her.

There were days when she looked in the mirror at her face, hands, legs, and body, which were slowly changing shape. Her face looked nothing like that poor girl. She had grown taller; her eyes and voice had changed.

Y/N always believed she was a parasite who stole someone else's body and rooted herself in it. On many nights, she had nightmares that she had been turned into the ugly monster Toji talked about.

The girl gently untied her kimono, took it off, and threw it in a black bag after wiping the blood from her nose.

Toji glanced out of the corner of his eye while she undressed. His gaze fell on her thighs, with smooth skin and well-shaped breasts hiding under her underwear, and whispered, "fucking whore" before looking back at the road.

Poor Y/N had no sense of shame. No one had taught her social matters. So without noticing Toji's glances, she quietly put on her clothes and sat silently. Her eyes looked outside for the rest of the ride.

After two hours, Toji's car pulled up in the parking lot of a motel out of town. As usual, Y/N left quickly, threw the bloody bag in the trash, then followed behind Toji to the motel. The two of them went their separate ways.

She unlocked the door and walked in. The motel room was an old, dirty, damp room. Y/N entered the room, put Toji's belongings on the table by the window, and sat on a chair.

A few minutes later, Toji entered the room with a thin, bald man.

The bald man looked around the room and said: "Oh Zenin, I see you have demoted from the family mansion to this dump motel." A fake laugh lingered on his lips.

"I'm not a Zenin anymore. My last name is Fushiguro. Try not to forget!"

"Okay, okay, calm down. Let's get back to business." The bald man laughed again and then handed a file to Toji.

"My boss wants you to kill this high school girl named Riko Amanai."

"Just this? tch, is this a fucking joke?" The corner of Toji's lips went up, and the most disgusting grin in the world formed on his face.

"Two students from Jujutsu school are going to escort her. I don't think the job will be that simple." Then he gave Toji a photo of two boys, one with black hair and the other with white hair.

The thin man looked at Y/N and shivered. He wasn't comfortable being in a room with her, so he pointed at her with his head. Suddenly Toji turned his attention to Y/N. "Hey brat, come on, this is your reward for today's good job. Go buy something to eat."

Y/N knew that jujutsu sorcerers hated her being, and Toji would never discuss his plan in front of her. So, as always, she had no choice but to get up, take the money, and leave the room.

The cold air of the night caressed her face. She hugged herself with her arms before going down the stairs.

Ah, another fact about our girl: Y/N never had a clear understanding of the meaning of money. Toji had taught her nothing about the concepts of social life except killing people and hiding from others. After all, a murderer didn't need to learn social rules. The only thing she knew about money was that these magic papers could fill her belly.

The supermarket lights were flickering from a distance, and fortunately, she knew where to go.

As she was walking towards the supermarket, someone called her.

"Hey, girl!" She looked to her left and right. The tired voice called her again.

"I'm talking to you. Yes, the one who is wearing black from head to toe."

Y/N turned back and walked towards the old woman and stood in front of her.

"Don't you want to buy a warm scarf and hat for winter?" Y/N tilted her head to one side.

She had been in the city several times and seen people wearing scarves and hats when it was cold. But she always had more important things to do, such as killing another miserable woman or man, than wasting time shopping for clothes. It never occurred to YN to buy a scarf or hat for winter. But now that she had an opportunity, she reached for a black scarf and hat.

Black, the only color she had worn all her life.

The old woman shook her head, pulled the chosen ones out of the girl's hand, and gave her the blue ones with snowflake patterns instead.

"Try this one."

Y/N obeyed as usual and tried on the blue ones. Strangely they were soft. A smile of satisfaction sat on the old woman's lips.

"Lucky you, you are beautiful, and every color suits you."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. This old lady thought she was beautiful. After hearing her words, she felt a strange warmth in her heart and put her hand on her chest. Was it the same feeling of happiness that made people smile?

As a half curse who was always drawn to bad feelings and sadness, Y/N experienced a strange and unknown feeling for the first time in her whole life. She put the money Toji had given her in front of the old woman.

"Thank you," Y/N said, and she returned to the motel room with her hat on and the scarf around her neck.

That was her first time owning anything.

A/N: The hat in the story:

The motel room in the story: