#the song was Rihanna's Stay

[giggly-squiggily]

I miss blue lock. I shall share a headcannon with you as a request for the event hehe😄

A headcannon with NagiReo. When they cuddle and Reo wants to get up, Nagi will do anything to keep Reo where he is. So I imagine a scenario where Nagi is just on top of Reo to keep him in place and Reo is laying on is stomach, face buried in the pillows, trying to shove Nagi off of him. Then Nagi sneaks a few tickles onto Reo’s side to get him to stay in their cuddle spot a little longer.

I hope this makes sense🥹🥹

GAH! *explodes* some Nagireo on this day? Yes please! :D I've gotcha covered, anon- this is so freaking CUTE!

“Ugh- Nagi, get up.” Reo grunted from his spot against the couch. Originally, he didn’t mind Nagi climbing on top of him as he played on his Switch. It was basically like having a nagi-sized weighted blanket.

Then said blanket started to get way too hot. Reo needed to move.

“Noooo…it’s too much of a hassle.” He yawned between his complaints, snuggling closer and further warming Reo up. The purple haired player gently elbowed him, hoping to slide him off enough to wriggle free.

“Come on- up and at the-ehehem! Nagi!” Reo yelped when Nagi’s fingers suddenly found his sides, curling. “Dohohon’t, it tihihickles!”

“Stay longer. You're comfortable, and we don’t have anything to do today.” His fingers were slow and rhythmic, gently dragging up and down Reo’s waist and sending little sparks of ticklishness across his nerves. “You’re the most comfortable bed I’ve ever had.”

“Whahat does thahahat mean? Ahahhare you sahhahying I’m fahahhat?” Reo giggled out, twitching and squirming at his boyfriend’s fingers. He was torn between shrinking into himself and wrestling onto his back to fight him off.

“Nah. But even if you were- you’d still be my preferred bed.” Nagi moved his fingers up to his ribs, tapping into each one and the spaces between. “Your back just fits me perfectly, like I was made for it. Maybe it’s destiny that brought us together.”

“Gehahaha, dohohohon’t yohohohu stahhahart swheheheeet thahahahalking!” Reo giggled out, even if he felt his heart felt like it was going to explode. Damn him and his strangely poet words! “Gheehhheht oohohohff meehehe, yohooohu dohohork! Ahehaa-AH NAHAHAGI!”

“I want you to staaaaaay~” Nagi sang out lazily, his fingers pinching along Reo’s shoulder blades and further driving him up the wall. “I..can’t remember the rest of the lyrics.”

“Hhehehehre, I’hihihihll fihihiihnsih thehehehem for you!” Reo put all his strength into it; twisting beneath Nagi until he was finally on his back. He quickly caught his hands soon after, putting an end to his tickles. “Thehehehere..now the sohohohong goes..wahhait, what song was it?”

“Can’t remember.” Nagi shrugged, leaning down and kissing Reo’s lips gently. “Stay?”

“Ugh..fine. For just half an hour.”

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a 300-500 word dabble for it!

[bettybalanco]

[reposhillo]

Listen....I adore Zabuza Momochi. I love him as a character, he was a damn good villain, wish we got to see more of him.

Do you know how hard it is to write serious stuff with him when my music shuffle is determined to play all the Bad Bitch songs for him? Like, what else am I supposed to do?

Avert your gaze if you don't want to see Zabuza being a Bad Bitch

You know I think I know why I need to focus on writing over drawing when I sketch shit like this at 3 am.

[2mystique]

Stay Rihanna Cover by 2mystique

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[hangesextra]

"Funny your the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving." Fits Locklyle so well...I love it sm.

[thefaultinourforcebond]

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#NASHURI “Funny you’re the broken one when I’m the only onw who needed saving”

Watch in HD here

[songstuckinmahead]

Today's mood:

[heartyearning]

Once again time for my overly-cropped-for-privacy pride pics to prove I was there and had fun

[idoanythingforyou]

funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving

[robotpals]

That was the worst superbowl halftime show of all time….. it was so BORING!!!!

[alison321singer]

Stay 2b

I am singing my version of this song and Steve Gregory is playing the guitar for the song called "Stay by Rihanna" recorded through my microphone.

"Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use." All rights go to their respective owners. No Copyright Infringements of rights intended. I make no money from my videos, which means none of my videos are monetize.

Yes, I have permission to use this music as a backing track. From Steve Gregory, "Hi Alison, Thanks for asking. Sure, I'm ok with you using it. Steve".

Guitar arrangement by Steve Gregory Website: www.stevegregory.net Song: Stay Artist: Rihanna Genres: R&B/Soul, Pop, Hip-Hop/Rap

[ham1lton]

TEN THINGS F1 DRIVER Y/N L/N CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT — GQ.

— part of my maneater series ꕤ

Y/N (throwing her hat in the air with one hand and catching it in the other without looking): see? told you i could do it! not my only party trick.

Y/N: hi gq! i’m y/n l/n, formula one driver and i’m here to show you my ten essentials.

NUMBER ONE: IPAD

Y/N: first, has to be my ipad. this was my first big purchase and seeing my bank account being drained of that money almost caused a heart attack. but this bad boy helps me to organise my life, stops me from being bored on flights, keeps me in contact with my family and lets me write my notes. so yeah, thanks apple. also you guys should sponsor me.

NUMBER TWO: NOISE CANCELLING HEADPHONES

Y/N: i never used to travel a lot. when i was younger, my family couldn’t afford it so flying around a lot was a big shock to my system. obviously as in f1, drivers are required to fly to different races and it means i had to get over my fear of flying. these help a lot with that. these plus a spotify playlist made by my angsty teenage self will make me forget about the fact i’m flying. these are my favourite ones, i have multiple pairs just in case.

NUMBER TWO AND A HALF: MUSIC.

Y/N: i guess this sort of goes off the second one? but music. i keep trying to bribe the engineers to build a blue tooth radio in the car but to no avail. spotify has been my biggest supporter all of these years. i know i’m sponsored by them now but i have been using my account for almost seven years now? so my algorithm is perfection. it truly has helped me so much. i listen to music on the way to races, on the way back from races, in my house, outside my house, cleaning, cooking and even when i’m in the shower. yes, i’m a shower singer. once i get in there, i’m beyoncé!

OFF SCREEN VOICE: what was the last song you listened to?

Y/N: one second, let me see. it was the twilight soundtrack, in particular, decode by paramore. told you i was an angsty teen!

NUMBER THREE: EMERGENCY BAG

Y/N: okay this sounds bad, it’s not as much an emergency bag as in like medical supplies but more so like extra toothbrush, toothpaste, menstrual products, lotion and other stuff like that. i always carry this with me anywhere in case my suitcase goes missing. it has helped me and my friends out so many times so it’s definitely an essential for me.

NUMBER FOUR: HER CAMERAS.

Y/N: i picked up photography relatively recently and this was the starter camera that the guy in the shop recommended. so this is that camera. for this one, i vlog, which you guys might have seen and this is the camera i use for those videos. i actually don’t record my videos, one of my friends or family or colleagues or whoever will film and i will be in front of the camera. it’s my favourite part when i ask the camera person to reveal themselves and they do their own little introduction. i obviously provide the camera for it. which is this beauty right here.

OFF SCREEN VOICE: who has been your favourite person to film you?

Y/N: i have had a lot of people film me. my most recent being rihanna for my recent holiday vlog! so many people to the point that i genuinely don’t think i could choose a favourite. i mean, i’ve had my sister do it a lot so i guess i can choose her. she knows my angles best!

NUMBER FIVE: LIPGLOSS

Y/N: when i won my first championship and i kissed the camera, the amount of calls from makeup companies my manager received was actually obscene. i think i got so many comments on social media asking what makeup i use and how it stays on throughout the race! to be honest, i don’t always wear makeup but in the original video, i was wearing this fenty gloss. it’s in the shade fu$$y. so, yeah, at least no one can call me a gatekeeper! i always keep it on me. i feel a little more ready to face the world with lipgloss. now, i have my own fenty collection! so check that out.

NUMBER SIX: HER LUCKY SHOES.

Y/N: okay i know i say i’m not necessarily a superstitious person but these shoes have been with me from f3 until now. every race i’ve worn these, i’ve won. so i like having them around. i think they bring luck. i can’t wear them any longer as they’ve worn through the soles now. really annoying but we power through.

NUMBER SEVEN: WINGSTOP BLACK CARD

Y/N: i was really craving wingstop one night. so me and my sister were in london? i think and i vlogged our hunt for wingstop and they reached out to me to give me a black card. i know, isn’t it gorgeous? i was so happy. too bad i have to cut down on what i eat thanks to my nutritionist, but my siblings and friends love this thing.

NUMBER EIGHT: SKINCARE ROUTINE

Y/N: okay, so i’m trying to get more consistent with my skincare but it’s not necessarily working the way i want it to. however, i still stick to the basics. sunscreen, cleanser and moisturiser. i really like keeping my skincare on check as there is this unsaid rule that women have to wear makeup in their jobs and if i keep my skin looking good then i can skirt that rule. i love this cream in particular, it’s moisturising but very light on the skin. best of both worlds.

NUMBER NINE: NECKLACE

Y/N: this was given to me as a gift from my family when i turned eighteen. it was a necklace that i’d had my eye on for a very, very long time. they saved up for so long to buy it for me and it’s become my signature piece. i wear it around my neck constantly. it’s weird having it off my neck to show you.

(she fastens it around her neck quickly)

Y/N: now i feel normal again.

NUMBER TEN: MY PADDOCK PASS

Y/N: i am so bad with keeping my paddock pass on me. for people who don’t know what this is, this allows me access to the garage and things like that. i usually keep it around my neck because if its in my pocket or my bag i’ll forget. my assistant sometimes carries mine. i’m not going to show you my picture because it’s awful. i had woke up really early after no sleep and one of the staff had made me take the picture. now i am forced to wear this monstrosity at work. i keep it hidden as much as i can. last time, lando saw it and laughed so hard he cried so yeah.

author’s note: this was hard as i wanted to keep it as vague as possible so that you can relate it to your own maneater! i’m still taking questions/asks/requests so please send some in!

[owatazumi]

needed me. nishimura riki

— featuring nishimura riki female!reader warnings reader being called ‘beautiful’, fluff fluff and a bunch of flustered reader because they don’t call him rizzimura rizzki for no reason side note i recommend listening to ‘needed me’ by riahanna ;) word count around 737

riki decided to show you the new choreo he recently finished choreographing on a monday at 3.43 am… you weren’t exactly happy about the time he picked since you were quite occupied with your studies yet when he insisted on showing it to you today you gave in and met him at the dance practice room.

“i hope the choreo is worth the precious time i could have spend on my studies” you roll your eyes in annoyance yet the corners of your lips just couldn’t stay down as you saw his excited expression while he got the song ready.

as soon as you noticed what song he was going to perform for you, your eyes widen and the heat rushes to your cheeks in an instant.

“are you— seriously?” you look away from him in fear that he’d see your flustered face yet he had obviously already figured it out.

“what? don’t like the song choice? i think it’s perfect, especially for a late night session like this” he winked at you before pressing play and rihannas voice could be heard through the giant speakers.

his footsteps echo slightly through the room as he makes his way over to you, guiding you backwards so that he could have some more space.

“good god—“ you let out with a shaky breath as you look back down to the wooden flooring before managing to look up at him again, paying close attention to how he tugged on his hoodie, his pants and then rolling his sleeves up just for them to roll right back down since his hoodie was pretty loose and thin.

“you ready?” as he notices your pink cheeks and the way you fiddled with your phones case he started to smirk and let out a small chuckle of victory. he had you right where he wanted you.

“whatever…” you spit out nervously but your voice sounded more annoyed and irritated than nervous and flustered. “oh— somebodies feeling feisty” you roll your eyes at his remark once again.

bet you never could imagine never told you you could have it you needed me

his body moved with the rhythm of the song like he was one with it and his eyes never look away from yours to make sure that you’re actually paying attention and hell— you were paying attention to him…

oooh you needed me

he hits every beat and makes it look so effortlessly good yet you know that it was everything but effortless. his tongue glides along his lower lip, his gaze locks with yours and your heart skips a thousand beats as you pay attention to how the fabric of his top flies up whenever he lifts his arms, revealing a tad bit of his toned skin to you which makes you look away, covering your lower face with the sleeve of your hoodie. as soon as the part of the song ends to which he had choreographed something to he turns the volume lower so it could be heard in the background as he walks towards you. your face was turned the other way, not daring to look into his eyes at all.

“come on, beautiful… tell me what you think? anything i should change?” he knew exactly what effect he had on you. the way your flushed face was turned away, sleeve still covering your face making it too obvious that you liked everything about it. you were just too shy to admit it.

“was good…” he chuckles as he takes your face in his hand, tilting your chin upwards so you would look at him. “was good? got nothing else to say?” his face leans down to your level, mouth right beside your ear to whisper in a low and raspy voice

“i think there’s a lot on your pretty mind, don’t you think, beautiful?” he was playing with you, with the fact that you were so affected by everything he did and said, by everything about himself just in general. “w-was great… i-i liked it…” you notice the way his face was also slightly flushed, probably because of his performance just now.

“wanna show me how much you liked it?” his head tilts to the side as he leans further down to you, that smirk never leaving his handsome face.

“wanna show me how much you like me, hm? show me, beautiful…”

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[feistyvirghoe]

*♡∞:｡.｡ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ~ 18+ ˚₊·➳❥ PILE 1 -3◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

PILE 1 ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

(this pile was long af, tumblr wouldn’t let me paste everything so hopefully you guys can read this well! i’m sorry!)

PILE 2 ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

PILE 3 ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

(rest of pile 3-sorry for how the messages came out in your pile but you needed to hear this, just to be aware and not fall for facades)

well we got someone here who don’t wanna play games with you, take you home, rub you down, pamper you, explore your body, making love to every part of your body, watching your movements and where your sweet spots are, this person isn’t one to fuck around, they’re serious about you, do you guys like licking ears or like the nibbling of ears, making the other person shiver, tingles down their spine, this person doesn’t want to rush anything, like they love to be in the moment, aware and mindful of what they’re doing to you, dirty talk is here so i feel like this person would just want to be up in your ear about what yall got going on if u know what i mean lol, verbal communication during sex is another way to stay present as well, this pile is all about being more present and aware of what you’re doing, not staying in your head, maybe your person will see that you get anxious and overwhelmed so they take their time and feel you out literally haha, but they’re just watching you paying attention to how you’re feeling, idk why the fuck i heard ushers confessions song so maybe someone here who you’re dealing with wants to open up to you in the bedroom, like sex is a good way for them to get their emotions out, talking you through it, so intense but just like the whispering sweet nothings back to one another and being vocal with each other. now i’m going to get some messages to see what’s truly going on here (use ur discernment, at the end of the day i don’t really know your story so just place it where it fits :) )

★strive- i have grown up since our last encounter, i have been working on myself to be the better person whom you can feel proud of.

♥︎divine timing- we are on the journey and the divine dance on the soul plane, it will manifest into the physical world in perfect divine timing, all we have to do is trust and have faith that all will work out beautifully.

★promise- i wish you knew just how special you are to me, it kills me not to be able to tell you, you amaze me with your compassion and kindness through this time apart, i promise i will make things right between us.

(i feel like for this newer person to come in you’ll have to purge, let go of, and just walk away from the toxic energy, im sorry for how short y’all’s pile is, choose another one IF you feel called to it)

sex on fire, do i make you nervous, on my mind

˖◛⁺⑅♡Lᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ♡⑅⁺◛˖ thank you for clicking on my post and giving me a chance to read for you, i’ll post my pile 4-6 later but here’s the top three for now since tumblr has their limits haha ˖◛⁺⑅♡Lᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ♡⑅⁺◛˖

✨4-6 available 💫

[simplygojo]

Can't Remember To Forget You

Author's Note: I totally agree with you anon. This song does fit Toji sooooo well. I recommend listening to the song on repeat while reading, it really helps set the mood. Thank you so much for your kind words about The Devil He Made Me and my writing, and thank you for requesting!! 

My requests are always open :)

Request: “Can I please request a smutty fic with Tojiiii? I was hoping you could base it on the song Can't Remember To Forget You by Shakira and Rihanna...I just think it fits him soooooo wellllll....Love your writing so much!! (Also obsessed with the devil he made me with Gojo <3) THANK YOU” - Anonymous

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f/reader

Word Count : 3.3K

Warnings : 18+ Content, SMUT!, fingering, intercourse, spanking, hair pulling ;)

You woke up with a start, sheets tangled around your legs, breath uneven. The faint light slipping through the blinds barely lit the room, but you didn’t need much to see the Post-it note stuck to your nightstand.

"Forget about him."

Three simple words scrawled in your own handwriting, a reminder you forced yourself to leave before bed, knowing how easily your mind wandered when you weren’t careful. The sight of the note made your stomach churn, but not in the way it should have.

The words echoed in your head as you crumpled the note in your fist, tossing it aside. You knew Toji Fushiguro was a problem. A criminal. A danger to everyone, including you. He was the kind of man you were supposed to run far, far away from. But every time you closed your eyes, it wasn’t fear you felt when you remembered him—it was heat. He had a hold on you—you’d never met someone so…different.

Even though your mind knew the truth, which was that he was an ass, your body remembered something else. 

Damn that selective memory, you thought. 

You sighed, trying to shake the thought, but you couldn’t escape it. You could only ever remember the way he felt inside you. The way he gripped your body so rough.

—

‘I can't remember to forget you…’

The first time Toji touched you, it wasn’t gentle. There was nothing soft or tender about him. He’d cornered you in an alleyway, his towering figure looming over you like a predator with prey. His smirk was sharp, full of arrogance and danger, like he knew exactly how easy it would be to have you. 

And in that moment—you hated how much you wanted him.

You could still feel the way his fingers had curled around your wrist, pulling you close with a rough tug, his body heat scorching against yours. His breath had been hot on your neck as he leaned in, that deep, gravelly voice of his laced with something sinful.

"You're shaking, y/n," he’d whispered, but the way his lips ghosted over the pulse point on your neck made it clear he knew it wasn’t fear. "Can't decide if you wanna run or stay."

You had wanted to run, but your body betrayed you, legs rooted to the ground as he pressed closer. The way his hands slid down your body was possessive as if he had already claimed you in his mind long before you could resist.

‘I can't remember to forget you…’

—

You groaned, tossing the covers off as you sat up, trying to shake the memory from your head. But it was no use. The way your skin burned just thinking about him only brought more moments rushing back, one after another, each one more intoxicating than the last.

His voice and touch were branded into your skin, impossible to forget. And even if you could, did you want to?

Toji was always rough, always urgent. His hands were large and calloused, dragging over your skin with a hunger that felt primal. Every time you were with him, it was a fight—against him, against yourself. And every time, you lost.

You could still hear the low grunt he’d made that night, the way his mouth crashed against yours, all teeth and tongue like he couldn’t get enough of you. His grip was tight, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pushed you back against the nearest wall. You remembered how he had pinned you there, his weight pressing into you, his lips travelling down your neck, biting and sucking until your legs gave out.

You shook the thoughts away and went to the bathroom to wash up. You splashed the cold water on your face, reaching lazily for your toothbrush and toothpaste. As you brushed your teeth, you couldn’t help but watch your own reflection in the mirror. The bruises left by his lips still lingered on your neck, trailing down to your collarbone. And your mind could not help but wander to that night, only a few days ago…

—

‘I can't remember to forget you…’

That night, the rain had been pouring outside, drumming loudly against the windows of your dimly lit apartment. Toji hadn’t knocked when he arrived hadn’t bothered with pleasantries or words of warning. He had barged in like he owned the place, the weight of his presence commanding attention.

You remembered the way he’d closed the door behind him, his eyes locking on yours, dark and unreadable. There was something animalistic about him, something primal in the way he prowled toward you, like a predator cornering its prey.

His large hands were rough as they gripped your arms, pulling you close as he towered over you. There was no softness in his touch—only pure, raw need.

"Why do you always look like you're waiting for me to take you apart, y/n?" he had whispered, his voice a low growl against your ear. The heat of his breath sent a shiver down your spine.

It wasn’t a kiss meant to be sweet—it was possessive, consuming, like he was trying to devour every part of you. His fingers curled into your hair, tugging hard as his other hand gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him.

"You want this, don’t you?" he murmured against your mouth, his voice thick with arrogance and lust.

Your body betrayed you. Your mind screamed at you to push him away, to regain some semblance of control, but your legs felt weak beneath you, your hands instinctively reaching for him. The heat between your bodies was electric, sparking with every touch, every desperate kiss.

You could only moan in response, your body too lost in the sensation to form words. The way his hands held you in place, the way his mouth moved over your skin, made it impossible to think of anything else but him—of how he made you feel, how he always knew exactly how to push you to the edge, only to pull you back with a sharp, knowing grin.

And as you gasped his name, as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, you knew this was a moment you’d never be able to forget.

‘I can't remember to forget you…’

—

The memory lingered like a shadow, its intensity just as raw as the night it happened. Toji wasn’t a man who made you feel safe—he made you feel alive, in the most dangerous, reckless way possible. No matter how much you tried to push the thoughts away, your body remembered. It always remembered.

You ran a hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face as you stood up from the bed, legs feeling heavy. 

The morning air was cool against your skin, but it wasn’t enough to douse the flames licking at your insides. You wandered toward the kitchen, hoping coffee would wake you up and make you forget about him, even for just a little while.

“I really need to practice the art of self-control,” you muttered to yourself as you opened a window to let some fresh air into your apartment. 

But you knew the truth: no matter how many times you tried to remind yourself that Toji was bad for you and that you should forget him, you knew you never would.

He was a permanent scar on your skin, a reminder of every time you gave in to temptation. The kind of man you knew was dangerous, but that danger had been exactly what drew you in.

You sighed, standing in the middle of your apartment, hands on your hips, eyes scanning the mess. The dishes were piled in the sink, laundry strewn across the couch, and empty coffee cups cluttering the table. You hadn’t realized how much of a mess things had gotten.

Maybe that’s what happens when you let your mind get consumed by someone like Toji.

"Focus, y/n," you muttered to yourself, pushing the sleeves of your oversized shirt up your arms, determined to keep your thoughts from wandering.

You started with the dishes, running hot water and letting the steam rise, hoping it would help clear your head. The repetitive motion of scrubbing the plates, rinsing them off, and stacking them on the drying rack was calming, and mindless. You could almost let yourself relax.

Moving to the living room, you started gathering the clothes scattered across the couch, tossing them into a basket with more force than necessary. The silence in the apartment felt too heavy, too full of the memories you were trying to escape.

You could almost hear his voice again, low and teasing.

"Miss me already?"

You swallowed hard, blinking rapidly as you shoved another shirt into the basket. You didn’t want to admit how much you wanted him, how badly you wanted him to bend you over like he did.

But it was there, undeniable, no matter how much you tried to fill your day with mundane tasks.

You turned to the coffee table, stacking the empty cups and sweeping crumbs into your hand. Your movements were stiff, hurried, as if moving faster would help clear your head. It didn’t.

As you wiped the table, you caught sight of something half-hidden underneath a book—a crumpled piece of paper. You hesitated before pulling it out, smoothing it flat.

"Forget about him." Another goddamn post-it note. 

The words from the note you’d written stared back at you, mocking. It was so simple in theory, but your body wouldn’t let you forget. Every time you tried to push him out of your mind, he slipped right back in—like a shadow, always lurking just out of sight, waiting for you to let your guard down.

—

Later, as you sat on your couch, tea in hand, your phone buzzed on the table. You glanced at the screen, your heart sinking when you saw the name.

Toji.

You stared at it for a long moment, fingers hovering over the screen as you debated answering.

You shouldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t. But your body reacted before your mind could catch up, thumb swiping across the screen to answer the call.

"Miss me, y/n?" His voice was a low purr, sending shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, heart racing as your mind screamed at you to hang up, to put the phone down and block his number for good. But all you could think about was the feel of his hands on your skin and the way he stretched you out just right. 

"I…"

You didn’t finish the sentence. You didn’t need to.

Toji laughed softly on the other end, and you could almost see the smug smirk on his face, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

"I’ll be over in 20 minutes, just collecting a bounty near your area." He said, voice thick with promise. "Don’t you try to forget about me. I want you ready when I arrive. "

The line went dead, and you stared at the phone in your hand, pulse quickening. You knew what you should do—lock the door, turn off the lights, pretend you weren’t home. But the memory of him was too strong, the pull too irresistible.

As you set the phone down and stood, a familiar heat began to pool between your legs. God, just the thought of him made you squirm. 

You’d try to forget later. For now, you knew exactly where the night was heading.

‘Oh here we go…’ you thought to yourself, crossing your legs in an attempt to quell the arousal you already felt. 

—

Your hand lingered on the phone, still warm from the call, as Toji’s words echoed in your head. “Don’t try to forget me.” It wasn’t just a statement—it was a command, one that you were powerless to disobey. 

You swallowed hard, glancing around your apartment. The air felt heavy with anticipation, the minutes ticking by too slowly as you waited for him to arrive.

Part of you considered fighting it, locking the door, ignoring the inevitable. But it was pointless. Every time he appeared, you crumbled. 

Every time you swore it was the last, you ended up right back in his arms, a willing prisoner to your own desires.

The knock at the door came quicker than you’d expected, your heart skipping a beat as you turned toward the sound. The moment you heard his voice on the phone, you should have known better than to think you could resist. 

You crossed the room slowly, feeling the weight of what was about to happen pressing down on you.

Before you could reach the door, it opened, his tall figure waltzing into the room with no care in the world. "Didn’t expect me to wait, did you?" Toji’s voice was low, rough as his eyes scanned your body.

Toji leaned against the wall, that familiar cocky grin playing on his lips. His dark eyes locked onto yours, taking in the way you stood there, staring at him like you’d been caught in a trap. And maybe you had.

"Told you I’d be here soon," he said, taking a step forward without waiting for an invitation, his broad frame filling the space as he slowly closed the space between you.

You should have stopped him—should have said something, anything, to slow him down—but the between your thighs grew unbearable, your body betraying you. 

His presence was overwhelming, intoxicating, and the tension between you two snapped the second his hand gripped your waist, pulling you close.

His fingers dug into your hips, his body pressing against yours with a possessive force that made your pulse race.

You tilted your head back, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment before his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was hard, demanding, full of the raw need that neither of you could deny. 

He didn’t wait for permission—he never did. His hands moved over your body, sliding under your shirt, his rough palms grazing your bare skin.

You gasped against his mouth, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as he pressed you back against the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat flooding your body. 

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a line of fire in their wake, his teeth grazing your skin where you were already marked, with enough pressure to make you moan.

"Sounds like someone missed, hmm?" He growled against your throat, his voice thick with amusement, though he already knew the answer.

The way his hands roamed over your body, pulling at your clothes, left you too breathless to form words. His touch was rough, unrelenting, and exactly what you had been craving.

Toji’s hands made quick work of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside before his mouth found your beautiful tits, his teeth sinking into the delicate skin. You let out a loud whimper, your fingers tangling in his hair as you arched against him, desperate for more.

"What happened to wanting to forget me?" he rasped, his voice dark and low as his hands gripped your thighs, lifting you off the ground with ease. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist, your back pressed hard against the wall as he held you in place, with one hand around your neck, his mouth colliding with yours, and his tongue entering your mouth without permission.

Your pussy was just throbbing at this point, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you pulled him closer, your body burning with need. 

The truth was, you didn’t want to forget. Not right now.

"That’s what I thought," he muttered against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force as he carried you to the couch, not even bothering to close the blinds to your window before practically ripping off your pants, his mouth never leaving yours.

The world outside ceased to exist the moment Toji pushed you down onto the couch, his body hovering over yours like a storm about to break. He was all you could see, all you could feel.

His touch was rough, his kisses demanding, and the way his hands moved over you left no room for doubt. 

He was in control—just like always—and you were more than willing to let him take what he wanted.

As soon as your skin came in contact with the cool leather couch, you felt the lace of your panties snap as his two fingers tore them from your body. 

And there you were: Toji hadn’t been here for 5 minutes yet, and there you were—completely naked, just squirming under his rough touch. 

He leaned down, hovering two fingers over your soaked pussy as his thumb circled your clit, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “Tell me you don’t want this.”

But you couldn’t. You didn’t even try.

Instead, you let your body speak for you, arching against him, your hands gripping his back as he moved over you, every touch sending another wave of heat crashing through you.

“God—You’re just desperate for me.” He said darkly, his unlit gaze piercing your wide eyes before forcefully shoving his two fingers into you, thrusting in and out of you roughly. 

His name left your lips in a desperate moan, your body responding to his in ways you couldn’t control.

And with that, he claimed you, every movement, every rough kiss, and every growl reminding you why you could never truly forget him.

Before you could respond, he lifted you up from the couch, removing his fingers and gripping your hips with an unrelenting force as he pushed you forward, bending you over the back of the couch. The fabric dug into your stomach, grounding you in the moment as heat flooded your body.

He gave your ass a rough slap, one that caused a loud yelp to escape from your lips. “You think you even could forget me, forget this?” He taunted, his one hand still dripping with your juices, caressing your ass. 

With his other hand, he swiftly undid his own pants, pulling them down just enough so he could fuck you. His long cock, dripping with precum, was positioned at your entrance, almost teasing you as you squirmed under him. 

"I don't think so," he rasped, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he leaned over you, moving your hair to one side of your face so he would still have a view of it. 

He entered you slowly, making sure to feel every inch of your warmth consume his hardened cock. You let out a pornographic moan, fingers gripping the edge of the couch as you felt him stretch you in every direction, his hands pulling your hips back as he pushed his into yours. 

Once he put his entire shaft in you, he groaned loudly before quickening the pace, the couch moving along with you.

His touch was rough, his fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to leave marks—a reminder that he owned this moment, and he owned you.

His rapid pace was causing you to see stars as he fucked you into oblivion. He leaned forward again, this time only briefly, to grab a handful of your hair to tilt your head back so he could see your rosy face.

“You look so good when you’re getting fucked by me.” He bragged as if complimenting himself, too. 

Your only response was a loud moan as his hands travelled down to your clit, massaging it with dominance. The couch shifted under your weight, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body, closing the distance between you both. The moment felt thick with tension, electric in its intensity. 

Toji’s grip on your hair tightened, and his pace was dominating, his voice low and dark as he whispered, "You won't forget this."

And you knew he was right–Toji Fushiguro was a mistake you had no issues with repeating. 

You knew better—You knew you should’ve learned to forget him. 

But these days, you just couldn't remember to forget him.