#thirst shots

[thevikingwoman]

Happy birtday @ahollowgrave, I hope you had a wonderful day! How about some lizard tail, or a cute afternoon with Meryta💜

I wanted to join the fun with some vanilla gposes, thanks @lilas for the encouragement and location suggestion!

And a glamour shot, thank you <Fae> for randomly providing a beautiful garden

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Acquired Tastes

Negan x GN!Reader

18+ ONLY / Requests are OPEN

Summary: Negan likes to see just what it takes to wake you up sometimes.

CW: Somno, light cnc, Daddy kink. No pronouns are used for the reader, but they do have afab anatomy.

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Negan knows, technically- that this is wrong. Technically, he shouldn’t want to put his fingers inside you while you’re sleeping and unaware. Technically, he shouldn’t want to push his thick cock inside you and see how long he can hold out and keep you asleep before you wake up and cum all over him. 

God, he shouldn’t want it. And yet, here he is, standing over your peaceful form, groping at his very hard cock and inching the blankets off you. He almost chuckles at the way you instinctively curl up a little tighter to combat the cold. 

He trails one finger down over your hip and over the line of your panties. You sigh in your sleep, snuggling closer into the pillow. He grins wolfishly and trails that finger underneath the edge of your panties to play at your folds. 

“Oh, darling-” he whispers to himself. “Are you having naughty dreams about me?” 

His finger slides up and down through your crease, collecting wetness as he goes. You let out a little noise in your sleep, brows furrowing down. It’s when his finger rubs against your clit ever so softly that your mouth pops open, a little panting whimper escaping you that makes Negan’s cock twitch.

He continues to rub at you for another minute or so, just until you start to wake up and then he stops again. He does this several times, working you up and then stopping and waiting until you settle back down again. Every time you were worked a little closer to the edge your sleep grew a little more restless and Negan loved to see it.

Eventually, he slides one finger inside you, pushing inside with little resistance. Clenching around him, he appreciatively gazes over the way you whimper and subconsciously grind yourself back against him. He slides a second in, pausing when you make a sound dangerously close to consciousness. Negan holds his breath, waiting to see if you’ll settle back down again. He’s already pushed the limits of the depth of your sleep.

Once you relax, he starts to pump them inside you. He’s not close to caring if you wake any more, and arches his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that he knows you love so much. Oh, the amount of times he’s made you squirt from attention to that spot. Your whining grows louder, hips beginning to wiggle before you finally open your eyes, letting out a yelp that mixes overwhelming pleasure and shock. 

Your instinct is to kick him off and get him away from you. But Negan knows this and knows exactly how to stop that plan right in its tracks. 

“Oh, what’s the matter, doll?” Negan laughs, pressing his free hand into your thigh to keep your legs from closing. He clambers onto the bed between your legs, situating himself comfortably. You cry out, head falling back as he thrusts his fingers into a particularly good spot. “Cat got your tongue, huh?” 

“Oh, fuck- Negan- what are you doing?” You pant, thighs quivering. Your jaw drops open as he shoves a third finger inside, stretching you so nicely it’s all you can do not to melt completely into the bed. 

“What does it look like?” He replies, pressing a sharp and painful bite into your knee. You whine and try to knee him. He catches the rogue knee and bites down into the flesh of your thigh painfully. You chuckle out a moan and he crooks his fingers up. The man knows what he’s doing, that is for sure. 

Negan presses kisses down your thigh until he reaches between your legs, his beard scratching at your soft skin. He flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit and laughs at the way you gasp, bringing your hands up to tug at his hair. 

“Now, now,” he tuts disapprovingly. “Don’t be rude, baby. Daddy’s workin’.”

You groan in frustration, but it doesn’t take long before he’s flicking his tongue over your clit like he’s praying to God (aka, your pussy) and fucking into you with his fingers at the same time. He knows exactly which spots to make you come undone, and exactly which letters to trace over your clit with his tongue to make you shake around him. You’re sure whatever he’s tracing into you are absolutely filthy words, but he’s never actually told you the prayer he carves with his tongue into your pussy. You doubt he ever will. 

You cum like that, on his fingers and on his tongue. And he works you through it, licking up every drop of your cum. You grow restless with the overstimulation, whining and bucking beneath him. He holds you down and forces another one, and then a third orgasm out of you. 

You’re a sweaty and exhausted mess by the time he's done. Muscles twitch and your legs ache like nothing else. Negan collapses on the bed beside you and pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

You grin, and capture him in a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this with you, and it wouldn’t be the last. 

The both of you had acquired taste, but that’s just what made you so perfect for each other. 

“Now, how about a shower?”

[ashiemochi]

we are sOOO BACK!! (creds to SARDINE's art for the reference of their amazing leon art <3)

((finished thing on patreon obvi when im done w it!!))

[xiaolanhua]

Lovely Runner 선재 업고 튀어 (2024) Dir. Boo Sung Chul, Yoon Jong Ho, Kim Tae Yeong – Ep. 8

[andi-o-geyser]

all my favourite characters are just me seeing them and going "damn you sure do clean up well but I'd much rather see you grinning with blood between your teeth"

[wttcsms]

thirstpost for ghost, you pick what happens 😊

content contains creampie, slight angst, civilian!reader, possessive!ghost

he’s not a good person.

he knows this because a good person wouldn’t keep doing this to you; wouldn’t keep showing up at your doorstep at odd hours of the night even though he swears this is the last time. he wouldn’t strip himself of his heavy gear and discard his guns — safety on because the sense of impending danger fades to almost nothing when he’s with you — on the table in your foyer. he makes himself at home, slips into your bed with you, and plays with your heart — maybe even his, too — when he fucks you like he loves you, like he’ll stay.

he’s not a good person.

he repeats this mantra every time he slips off your thin silk nightie from your body. even a bad person would have the decency to fuck you hard and fast and make it as impersonal as possible. he knows he’s worse than bad because he’s selfish. because you’re still half asleep, mumbling incoherent pleas, and lazily lifting your body just the slightest just so he can see your body bathed in moonlight.

you’re trying to fight sleep, but your hazy mind struggles to tell your body what to do, especially when he buries himself as deep as he can go. he always lets out that low, guttural groan that sends butterflies in your tummy and heat between your legs every time he first bottoms out.

you can feel the tip kissing your cervix, and when he’s slowly thrusting into you — pulling out to the point where only the tip, leaking with pre just for you, remains only to push right back in ‘til his body practically melds with yours — you can trick yourself into believing that he’ll stay this time.

he’s not a good person.

simon doesn’t talk unless he deems it necessary. and apparently, when he’s buried in your warm, tight cunt, thrusting like he can’t ever get enough of you, speaking becomes essential. a bad person wouldn’t even bother with the pussy drunk ramblings, but simon is worse than bad. he must be, because he damn near means everything he says.

“you’re fucking made for me.” he growls it out, and you nod pathetically as the pleasure overtakes both of your sensibilities. “i want to keep you by my side forever. fuck this pussy every night ‘til everyone knows you’re mine.” he punctuates his vow with a particularly sharp thrust, and you’re falling, falling, falling—

falling apart, all you can do is let out a moan, hips bucking up as if trying to make an attempt to bring him even closer to you. the feeling of your orgasm only spurs his, and you soak in the warm feeling of his hot cum hitting your walls. the two of you shouldn’t be doing this. as he comes down from his high, simon makes a silent promise to himself that this is the last time. the last time he plays house with you and makes love to you as if he’s put a ring on your pretty finger. when he walks out this door tonight, after tucking you back into bed, he’ll never return to your doorstep to repeat the cycle.

he’s not a good person.

and like any bad person, he won’t keep that promise.

[unhetalia]

I think Nations are generally stronger than the average human. If an adult male can carry up to 80kgs without too much difficulty, a fully grown Nation can do around 3x that amount, no matter their gender.

Alfred is an abberation in that he could carry animals that weigh at LEAST 400kg as a child. This has nothing to do with the US' status as a superpower because it's been that way since he was a child (and also because my headcanon doesn't connect the Nations with their countries in that way).

Without delving too deep as to why, I've always liked the idea of Alfred's increased strength coming with a few caveats -

1) As he's gotten older, his strength has acquired limitations it never had when he was a child - the main one being that using it requires energy. If he wants to be able to lift a car, he absolutely can, but he needs to eat a lot, otherwise his blood sugar will crash. Alfred eats a lot and constantly, and this is part of the reason (the other part is that food is delicious).

2) Alfred is so used to relying on his strength, it's become his weakness without him even realising it.

Alfred views exercise the same way most modern humans view it: he exercises to stay healthy. He hikes, he bikes, he plays sports, and if he thinks he's gained weight he promises himself he'll go to the gym (he doesn't).

Nations like Arthur, Ivan, Erzsebet and Gilbert - to name a few - who don't have super strength, hone their bodies into weapons with purpose. I love to imagine (for many reasons) a sweaty Arthur, hands wrapped in boxing gauze and wearing a tank top ... erm. Punching stuff. I distracted myself there. ANYWAY. They're incredibly disciplined about maintaining their skills and fitness.

Alfred is reliant on his super strength. If it disappears one day, he's actually a lot less capable of defending himself than he thinks.

[dootznbootz]

You can horny post and thirst for Circe and Calypso without making fun of Odysseus, a victim of both, btw. 👍

[fairyth0ts]

it’s thursday , who’s thirsty ?

onlyfans

[chosos-mascara]

good girl

𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - after accompanying toji to the zen'in residence, he wants to thank you.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - cunnilingus, toji calls reader a good girl, fingering, dom!toji, dilf!toji

minors + ageless dni 1.4k words

"Wanna get out of here?" The voice beside you asked, and for a moment, you felt your heart skip a beat. Swirling your legs in the pool, you bunched your dress in one hand, standing, wet feet leaving footprints on the concrete beneath them as you picked up your heels. Without the extra height, Toji had appeared much larger - not just taller, but broader, too. The rolled up sleeves of his white button down had exposed strong forearms, an outline of veins coursing under the skin, and as your gaze had drifted upwards, you ogled over the bulge beneath the thin cotton, humps of muscle displaying the discipline Toji had over his physique. 

He brought you through the side gate of the garden, a quick exit doused in secrecy as the pair of you had made way to his car, the sleek black vehicle within your sights bringing relief over you.  "I didn't think they were a bunch'a misogynists." Toji sighed, turning the key in the engine before pulling away, accelerating quickly to make it back to his apartment.  "It's fine." Your reply was quiet as you twiddled with the straps on the heels in your lap, watching the night pass by the windows. 

Toji had brought you to the Zen'in's, a classy meal hosted by none other than Naoya scheduled to introduce Toji back into the family, an attempt at recovering what they'd lost. Of course, that had referred to Megumi and his inheritance of the clan's technique, less so to Toji, and not at all to yourself. Not that you'd wanted to be a part of the deal anyway, but you'd wanted to offer moral support to your partner. The night had gone sour within an hour, and you'd been thankful the pair of you'd left Megumi with Gojo instead of bringing him, too. 

After an outburst from Naoya, you'd gone to sit in the garden, dipping your toes into the pool to have a moment of solace. There had been shouting shortly after, before the door had slid open and Toji had come to save you from the hell-hole the pair of you'd had to walk within. 

"Thanks for joining me, anyways." Toji spoke one you'd dragged yourselves through the door and into the apartment. He'd felt a pang of guilt for what you'd had to hear while within the Zen'in's presence, a bunch of old bastards with the newest scumbag appearing to surpass the others within the 'slimey rat' department. "You're too good to me." Voice barely a whisper, he brought two hands to your face, a light kiss planted to your forehead. 

"I am." You giggled, smiling. Looking up to his face, you took a moment to admire his features, the thin green eyes, scar over his lip. At times like this, you'd felt as if in the presence of a God rather than a man, his natural beauty striking.  "Wanna show you how amazin' you are," Toji placed a kiss over you again, fingers tightening over your cheeks when his lips met your skin. After a few pecks, he pulled back, watching as you shied away under his hands, warmth bestowed into them as you'd been flushed with embarrassment. "-such a good girl." 

Toji knew his praise is what you'd valued most, his approval, his opinion. You'd put him on a pedestal since you'd started dating, something Toji couldn't understand but had appreciated, every second with you, he'd felt safe. He'd felt loved. All Toji had wanted to do was show you how much you'd meant to him too; usually through acts of service.  His lips trailed to your jawbone, flowing to your neck and taking the thicker skin between his teeth, sure to leave marks to be seen in the morning. With your head tiled back, you accepted his display of worship, goosebumps scattering across your arms as his fingers dragged over the silk dress, pulling at the hem and rolling the sleeves from your shoulders. 

With the fabric falling to pool at your feet, Toji knelt before you. Still in the hall beside the front door, you'd leant against the wall as he'd taken one of your legs, knee bending over his shoulder as he planted gentle kisses on your inner thigh, your hands weaving into his hair. The black locks wrapped around your fingers, and when tugging on the roots, he'd exhaled a breath to fan over your thigh, sending shivers over your spine. Toji moved the cotton of your panties to the side, a broad finger running across your slit, the tip teasing into your hole, only shallowly sitting before he'd chuckled, corner of his mouth curving.  "So wet f'r me." The sentence had been short lived, his lips suddenly attaching to the sopping cunt before him to lap up the fluids he'd coaxed from you with his kisses. 

His name tumbled from your mouth as he'd swirled over your clit, a gentle groan when he'd tasted your arousal, finger finally slipping into you to curl in and out in synchrony with his tongue's movements. Before long, the obscene sounds of his finger plunging deep into your cunt, mixing with wetness and saliva had filled the walls you'd resided within, heavy breaths and contorted expression as your head hit the wall behind you. If Toji hadn't steadied you with his free hand, the brick supporting your weight with your leg atop his shoulder, you'd have fallen, knees week. 

Your heavy lids opened to glance at his face between your thighs, tousled black hair falling over his head, eyes fixed on your gaze, mouth wide and tongue flickering over you. The eye contact had made you uneasy for a few moments, but when his mouth had curved upward into a smirk while still open and lapping at your juices, you'd pushed aside the embarrassment. Below his face, you could see the movement of his wrist as his fingers had bullied in and out of you, clenching around him when laying eyes on the sight before you. 

He pulled back, face thick with sheen, smile wide. The digits remained at the pace they'd worked at previously, though he'd stretched a thumb upward to graze over our clit, making up for the lack of contact from his tongue. Toji pressed a few open mouth kisses on your thigh, head tilted to the side and mouth still pressed to your skin as he spoke aloud once more.  "Do you know how much you mean t' me?" His voice was rough, doused in raggedness as his chest had risen and fallen at a slightly increased pace - he'd been putting in work for your pleasure.  "I feel c-close Toj'." You'd whined, hips bucking as you'd tugged at his locks once more, desperately trying to get his lips back over your clit.  "I'll let you cum baby, jus' do one thing f'r me." Toothy grin, he'd spoken, another nip at the fat of your leg. A whine fell from you, profuse nodding while you'd fought to keep your eyes open and locked to his.  "Tell me you're a good girl. Let me hear you say it." His voice, hoarse and raspy, accompanied by a curl of his fingers, brushing against your g-spot, you hiccuped, gritting teeth before completing his request.  "I-I'm a good girl. Your good girl." Once the phrase had been spoken, his tongue was back on your clit, and you slackened up, finally allowing yourself to release the build up within your body. 

Toji allowed you to ride through your orgasm, stuttered humps over his face accompanied by sweet whines; music to his ears. He'd drank every bit of juice you'd offered him, relishing the taste even after your high had fizzled out, sucking at your folds. One thing about Toji, is that he'd never let a drop of you go to waste, often humming at the sensation of being between your legs, tongue plush to pussy. 

[umbralaether]

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Dirty Girl

Negan x Reader

18+ ONLY / Requests are: OPEN

Summary: Negan fucks you up against a fence.

CW: daddy kink, gags, public sex, p in v, no pronouns but the reader has femme anatomy, use of 'good girl'

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You knew it was wrong. You knew it was, but you also were not the kind of person to get hung up on something if it wasn’t actively hurting someone. And the thrill of having Negan- public enemy number one balls deep in your cunt was too good to pass up. And he knew it too. 

“Yeah, you like that, baby, huh?” The man in question grunted into your ear, each word punctuated with hard thrusts up into the spot that makes you see stars. “If you can’t be quiet I’ll have to gag you, doll,” he growls, making you clench and another barely contained whimper escape you. 

Negan had you pressed up against the cool corrugated fencing, your hands splayed out in front of you as he bent you over and pressed himself inside you over and over again. Your cheek pressed into the dust on the fence, absolutely smudging across your skin. Knowing how dirty this was, and how your face was now smudged with evidence of your acts sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine. 

“Oh, you’re such a dirty girl, huh?” Negan grunted, wrapping his hand around a fistfull of your hair and yanking you back closer to his face. With your mouth agape from pleasure, it took no effort for Negan to reach around and shove his red bandana into your mouth, laughing as you garbled a response through the fabric. “Oh, such a dirty girl for daddy, baby,” he laughed, releasing your hair with one last tug. 

Your head dropped forward, the muscles in your neck giving out with the pleasure. Negan wrapped his hands around your hips and gripped tight. You were sure they were going to leave bruises by the afternoon, never mind the morning. But you’d love them anyway, deep purple reminders of a good, hard fuck. 

Your fingernails scraped against the metal of the fence, your jaw starting to ache around the bandana. And all the while, Negan continued to growl filth from behind you. How you were the one being the problem was beyond you when he was the one who couldn’t shut up. Not that you wanted him to, of course.

“Not such a Chatty Cathy now, are we?” He asked, squeezing hard on your left him and pounding his cock into you. “No, see? Now you’re being a good girl. Such a good girl for daddy, baby girl.” 

You whimpered around the gag and he chuckled hoarsely.

“Oh, what’s the matter? I just can’t seem to hear you, doll. What do you need, huh?” One of his hands trails down around your hip to lightly press against your clit. “What, you need daddy to rub your pretty little clit, baby?”

Your eyes squeezed shut at a particularly rough slide of his hips and he gave your cunt a slap, causing your hips to jerk.

“Uh-uh, I do believe you’re ignoring me, darling. And that- is not on.” 

You look over your shoulder to glare at the man. He knows full well you can’t answer him even if you wanted to. He just liked to torture you, the bastard. You press your ass back against him just to revel in the groan it pulls from him.

“Oh-hoh,” he grins. “Fuck, you are dirty, aren’t you? Taking daddy’s dick from behind like that? Knowing that someone could just come around that corner and see you taking it like such a whore.” He lets go of your hip and lands a hard slap to your ass, causing your head to jerk and you to cry out against the gag. “Fuck, I felt that, baby- do you want someone to catch us? You do, don’t you. Mm, daddy’s learning all sorts of things about you tonight, doll.”

Your arms begin to shake as he gives in and starts rubbing your clit hard and fast. You’re not going to last long, and you both know it. He rubs over the spot on your ass he slapped in a small mercy. You whine, and your hips buck forward towards his hand on your clit and away from the sting.. 

“My, oh my, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you,” he says, gripping the globe of a cheek and sliding two fingers up and down either side of your clit. “So close for me.” A statement of fact, and not a question.

Your head drops forward in a nod, unable to form speech. Not that you could verbalise it anyway. He laughs and plows his hips so hard into you that his balls slap up against his hand. 

“Cum for me,” he orders. “Right now. Cum for daddy, baby.” 

One, two, three more thrusts of his cock into your g-spot is all it takes before you’re cumming around him, walls spasming and knees buckling with the effort of holding yourself up. He laughs, rubbing your clit through your orgasm. You whimper, and your hands slide down the fence. 

He fucks you through it, thrusts turning sloppy now that you’ve reached your orgasm. You know he’s close, and you clench your cunt around him rhythmically to get him there. 

He surges forward and presses you flat up against the fence, arms around your torso to hold you in place. He fucks you hard and fast, hot breath against the back of your ear and groaning into your neck. 

And then he finally cums, biting down into the meat of your shoulder and fingers pinching at your nipples. His hips stutter up into you and you feel his release spurting inside you, filling you up. 

You let out a satisfied groan, wiggling your hips against him to milk him for all he’s worth. He chuckles lowley in your ear and presses a soft kiss to the bite he’s left on your shoulder. 

Once he’s spent, Negan pulls out of you, admiring the way his seed drips out of you with a growled “fuck, baby.” 

You grunt around the gag and he laughs, spinning you around to face him. He presses up against you, running a hand over your clothed tit to give it a squeeze.

“Oh, I'm sorry, darling. How rude of me,” he grins and places a thumb on your lower lip. “Here I am, putting myself back together and you’re standing here a whole mess. Open wide for daddy.” 

You stretch your jaw open just a little wider and he pulls the gag out, grinning when you smack your lips and grimace at the cottony taste.

“Oh, there you go. Okay, baby, lets get you cleaned up. Then we’ll get us some of that damn good lemonade. What do you say?” 

Your lips spread out into a smile, and you agree with him. Negan steps aside and allows you to start back towards the building you called home. He gives one more appreciative grunt at the sight of your ass in that dress, and wraps his arm around your waist, the two of you walking back home. 

And if the guards noticed you had a little bit of a limp, then that was no one else's business but yours. 

[hayaku14]

gymnast kaito x sharpshooter shinichi meet-cute in the olympics au

[todayisafridaynight]

minedai week day 2: vacation/beach

Prompts

[kuni-is-daddy]

Thinking about toji

Tw: k!dnapping, K!LLING

YANDERE? TOJI X GN JJK SORCERER READER SMUT.

MINORS DNI. MENTIONS BLOOD, CHOKING.

"Megumi.. baby?"toji said with a cracked voice "Yes papa?" "Get a nice job and make papa some money okAy.?"😃👁️👄👁️

Get this, your a jujutsu sorcerer. Your on his list and your so dam FINE. He kidnaps you instead of killing you.

Yeah sure toji loves him some money but how about he makes you his new househusband/wife?

Fucking you over the table while you make meals, his body is so FUCKING big compared to yours.

"cum all over my fukin' cock for me doll. F-fuck yeah just like that. Milk this cock"

You tried to escape a couple times or even attempted to kill him but that just ends up on you being his personal cock sleeve for the night. As he drills into you non stop no matter what you say until you pass out

"oh? Yah fucking sorry now huh? Want me to be gentle with you baby?" He would mock you, grab your throat and rub gently with his thumb on the bone with his big veiny hands. "Daddy's not gonna stop..mhmm shh shh stop crying. Stop fucking crying. Daddy's gonna fuck you well and your gonna stay with me mkay.." he'd slap your ass and tell you to stop moving your thighs so he could go balls deep inside of you. "Aww you can't breathe doll? Mmm but I bet you feel so FUCKING good on this cock right.. look at that bulge in ur belly baby. My cock fits you so well. Ah~ fuck me doll. Just like that.."

You even tried domain expansion but it was no use. As the sky turned pitched black when you turned around from running deep in the forest with him chasing after you and Shinto shrines began to form from it. He lunged at you, leaving your expansion incomplete as you went to dodge. Of course.. toji fucked you last night so your legs gave out and he knocked you out and picked you up bridal style. The faint smell of blood lingered from your nose.

You awoke to your hands and legs tied on a chair.

Toji was snickering under his breath. "I like you y/n. You keep me moving doll, this little fucking game of cat and mouse is getting tiring though. It's as if no matter how much i make you feel at home. And fuck you, you won't fucking stop. Annoying. Me-."

"mmm papa.. it's time for my m-medicine" poor little megumi had to come downstairs and see his "new momma/papa" all tied up and bleeding. He still gave a blank stare as if he was use to this. One day after prepping dinner toji came late and before that megumi mentioned how you we're the first one "Papa liked and hasn't got rid of" "yeah.. my real mommy. She died. But I heard papa saying earlier you we're really pwetty(pretty) and he is right! Your a great pawrent (parent) papa should be nice to you though.."

Flash forward. Toji sighed. What the hell has his life come too. He uses you like a cocksleve and cant even afford his son's medication.

Maybe he should change. Or maybe, you should change him.

The next day toji didn't touch you. He made breakfast for the 3 of you. It was awkward considering how you we're always tied up for "family meals" and your cursed objects we're locked away. But after what megumi said about his mom. You stopped trying to fight back. Or at least that's what toji thought...

Part 2?