Sneaky Tokyo Revengers Links (NSFW)

NSFW. Ango x Oda x GN!reader.

Content: Reader has a pussy but no gendered pronouns used. Threesome. You and Odasaku team up to give Ango a birthday to remember. Set in an alternate Dark Era where everything is cool and sexy and there's no tragedy whatsoever and you could all get married and grow old together if you want to because nothing bad will ever happen. Very submissive Ango. Alcohol consumption, smoking (not specified who), lots of kissing, handjob (Ango receiving,) oral (Ango receiving,) anal (Ango receiving,) vaginal penetration, reader on top, nipple play (Ango receiving,) Approx 3.5k words.

Happy Birthday, Ango

Your orders from the Port Mafia's youngest executive were clear: “Take this card to Bar Lupin in Chuo City and deliver it to a man named Ango Sakaguchi. It's his birthday, but I'm afraid I have an assignment to carry out and won't be able to celebrate with him. Please send my apologies. And after that, you can call it a night.”

A simple job for a low level PM grunt such as yourself. Still, your hands shook on the stair rail as you walked down into the bar. This was, after all, an assignment given to you directly from Osamu Dazai, and you knew far better than to piss the kid off. His reputation not only preceded him, but kept his enemies awake at night.

There were two customers in the cozy, windowless bar, along with the bartender and a calico cat whose eyes seemed to follow your every movement with a vague and alarmingly human sense of amusement. The two men perched on stools at the counter barely registered your arrival, save for a polite nod from the one you recognized; Sakunosuke Oda, a grunt just like you but even lower in the hierarchy. He’d always seemed like a decent man.

That meant the other man was likely your target. 

“Mr. Sakaguchi?” you asked the bespectacled one, approaching the bar and sitting on the vacant stool between the pair. 

Sakunosuke and Ango made brief eye contact, a silent exchange passing between them, a mild concern followed by an assuring nod of the grunt’s head. He knew you were Port Mafia, there was no need to be suspicious of you. 

“Yes?” Ango replied, looking down his nose at you.  

“I was asked to deliver this to you. From Mr. Dazai. And he sends his apologies but he won't be able to come tonight.”

Ango pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before opening the envelope. “Ah, it's a birthday card.” He read the card with a blank expression. “Dear Ango, have a drink on me. But there's no money inside.”

Cold fear turned your blood to ice. “I-I didn't take it, I swear.”

“I know you didn't,” Ango said with flat sincerity as he tucked the card into his satchel. 

“There was never any to begin with. That’s just Dazai,” Oda confirmed, sipping his whisky. 

“You sure?”

“Absolutely certain,” Ango said. “You can relax.”

And relax you did. 

Dazai had told you you could call it a night once the card was delivered, after all, and far be it from you to disobey a suggestion from an executive. It took very little convincing for you to stay perched at the bar, working your way through a bottle of 12 year-old Yamazaki with Ango and Sakunosuke— who after the second glass insisted on you referring to him as Odasaku. 

Stiff conversation turned to an easy flow after a half hour, and a boisterous stream by the end of the evening. 

Before you knew it, the bottle was dry and the three of you were pleasantly buzzed, squeezing into the back of a cab, you and Odasaku giggling mischievously as you penned Ango in the middle seat. 

“This is absurd,” Ango muttered, struggling to find a comfortable spot for his elbows. “Odasaku, get in the front seat so we can breathe.”

“Psh, we’re all friends. Besides, it’s your birthday.” Odasaku sighed, linking his arm with Ango’s so they could sit more comfortably. 

“What does that have to do with–?”

“Hey,” you interjected, linking your arm with Ango’s on the other side. “Where are we going?”

“Ango’s place,” Odasaku said, putting his head back on the headrest and closing his eyes. “He has a bottle of 18 year-old Yamazaki.”

“You are not touching my 18,” Ango said bluntly before leaning forward to give the cab driver his address. 

Your eyes briefly met Odasaku’s across the seats, their blue impossible to see in the darkness of the cab, yet you remembered it vividly. You could almost picture the playful light glinting in them as he gestured toward Ango with a tilt of his head, his intention clear: let’s get him. 

You grinned in silent response: let’s do it.

The moment Ango had finished giving his instructions to the driver, You and Odasaku yanked him back into the space between you, rewarded for your synchronized effort by a haughty harrumph from the smaller man. 

Ango glared at you both across the top of his glasses, which had slipped halfway down his nose. He tried to raise his hand to push them up, but both his arms were pinned. A long-suffering sigh marked the end of his attempt as he resigned himself to his fate.“You two will be the death of me.” 

“Nonsense, birthday boy,” Odasaku chuckled, reaching out to assist him. “You’re back between us, right where you belong.”

“Don’t put fingerprints on my glasses!”

“Well, hold still and I won’t.”

“You are! Oh look at them, Odasaku, you’ve made such a mess,” Ango groused. “It’s like looking through fog.”

The city lights passed by the cab’s windows as your new friends bickered playfully beside you. It was a short ride to Ango’s apartment, made even faster by the ease with which they welcomed you into their fold, with you quickly falling into the role of Ango’s co-tormentor. Not that any of it was malicious; quite the contrary. It was all affectionate and he knew it. 

By the time the three of you were seated around the chabudai in his apartment, Ango’s once stiff demeanor had melted away completely, leaving him altogether more relaxed and somewhat rosy cheeked at your playful jabs. The record player in the corner played easy bebop jazz on softly crackling vinyl, the warm light of the room casting your trio in a comforting golden glow.

“You’re terrible,” Ango sighed with a subtle smile, shaking his head as Odasaku expertly jimmied open the liquor cabinet and took out the 18. “Utterly utterly terrible. Robbing a man on his birthday.”

“We’ll repay you,” Odasaku said, sitting cross-legged at the low table and pouring three generous measures. 

The bespectacled man’s face paled as he watched his precious whisky fill the glasses. “And how exactly do you plan to do that? That whisky is worth a fortune. It was a gift from the boss, you know.”

“Hm…” Odasaku shrugged as he screwed the cap back onto the half-emptied bottle. “Well, there are always birthday kisses.”

“Kisses? From you?”

“I’ll kiss you too,” you said, taking a sip of the whisky. “Both of us, right, Odasaku? That should cover it.”

The redhead nodded sagely. “Both of us.”

“Pft,” Ango's brow puckered as he skeptically watched the two of you, waiting for one of you to crack, for the sudden tension in the room to break when one of you laughed. But it wouldn't happen. You were both dead serious. And his ears began to turn red. “Wait… you aren’t joking, are you?”

“Not even a little. C’mere.” Oda made the first move, cupping Ango's pretty face between his broad hands, gazing down at him with a subtle smile before leaning in to kiss him. 

And even though he knew it was coming, Ango let out a startled cry, muffled against his friend's lips, his stiff poise melting after just a moment, before his hands came to cover Oda’s. You drew closer, waiting your turn, watching as the two of them made out, exploring uncharted territory together. Slow and tentative at first, then deeper, hungrier, sighing longingly into each other’s mouths. Oda’s stubble against Ango’s smooth skin, the PM grunt’s hand reaching out toward you and urging you closer. 

When Oda drew back, Ango’s eyes were still closed, his lips remaining parted as though his brain was still catching up. 

“Your turn,” Oda said, moving to the side to make room for you. 

Ango was still dazed and catching his breath, his Adam's apple leaping above the buttoned collar of his shirt. 

“Do you want me to kiss you?” you asked. 

Ango nodded breathlessly in response. 

He really was very handsome, with his angular features, his come-to-bed eyes, and the little mole, elegantly placed just above his lip. And that was precisely where your first kiss landed. 

You felt his lip twitch at your touch, the subtle turn of his head; he'd expected you to kiss him on the mouth the way Oda had. Perhaps he felt a little silly. Perhaps he felt you were a little silly. Either way, his smile widened and he chuckled softly. 

“You missed,” he said. 

“No. I’ve wanted to kiss you here all night,” you told him, brushing your lips over the exact same spot again. His breath caught again, his upper lip twitching beneath yours before his smile returned, tipsy on whisky, affection, and the strange sort of magic the night held. “You’re stupidly pretty, Ango.”

He laughed again, shaking his head. “Pretty? You need to get your eyesight tested.”

“No, I’m right, right, Odasaku?”

“Right,” the redhead confirmed, sitting back and swirling the whisky around his glass.

“Oh, will you two stop,” Ango fussed, the color on his cheeks rising and making him even prettier. Even harder to resist. “I’m not–” 

You cut him off with another kiss, this one to his lips, letting his words die on your tongue. Smoke and whisky, shy and sweet. He moaned softly into your mouth, hands coming up to grip your arms, pulling you just a little closer, his tongue timidly caressing yours before his confidence blossomed and he kissed you like it could sustain him. Fuck, he was beautiful. He and Odasaku, they both were. 

When you pulled back to draw breath, Odasaku took over once more, kissing Ango with a renewed hunger, spurred by watching you both. And when Oda withdrew, you moved in, the pair of you once more working in tandem to unravel Ango until his breaths were shallow and shaking, and his cheeks, throat, and ears were all stained rosy pink. 

Oda kissed you after that, slow and deep, the kind of kiss that seeped into the marrow of you and would haunt your sleepless nights for years to come. Fingers cradling the back of your head, pulling you gently against his broad chest.  

“You two…” Ango whispered, adjusting his glasses as he watched the pair of you. “Dammit, if you knew what you’re doing to me.”

Oda glanced at you, a wry smile slanting his lips. “I think we have a pretty good idea. The question is, do we stop at kisses?” He paused, letting the question hang in the air between your trio. “I’m more than happy to see this through all the way, but if you want it to end here, we’ll let it go. No hard feelings at all.”

If working for the PM had taught you anything, it was that life was fleeting and tomorrow never guaranteed. Why the hell not indulge while you could? Ango and Oda were both beautiful; Ango with his classic, timeless elegance and handsome features, Oda with his altogether more rugged beauty, his gentle blue eyes, the subtle dusting of freckles on his cheeks. “I'm in. All the way.”

Oda gave a single nod of agreement, his softening expression hinting that perhaps he too had been a little nervous of rejection anyway. “Ango?”

Without a word, Ango took off his spectacles, setting them carefully on the table before picking up his whisky glass and taking a sip. For a moment you suspected he was going to say no, that he was working up the courage to assert that kisses were enough for tonight and you should go your separate ways. But then he set down his glass, loosened his tie, and rocked forward onto his knees, closing the space between you on all fours and ghosting his lips over yours.

Not quite as shy as you had assumed. 

While he kissed your lips, cupping your face between his hands, Oda moved in too, bestowing deep, languid kisses to the groove of muscle running the length of Ango’s slender neck. Ango moaned softly, the sound vibrating through your body and causing heat to pool in the pit of your belly. 

As with everything, it seemed you and Oda had once more reached a silent agreement that this night was for Ango, and the two of you would do all that you could to make it good for him. And Ango didn’t seem to mind at all being the recipient of both of your attentions. He broke away from your lips to watch Oda’s sturdy hands slip the little pearly buttons of his shirt out of their holes, his breaths trembling as he pressed his brow to yours.

“Shit,” Ango whispered. “Is this happening?” 

“It’s happening,” Oda replied, pulling off Ango’s button-up, exposing the man’s lithe torso to his and your lips, your tongues, and teeth. 

And Ango was so very sensitive, jolting, breath fracturing at every kiss, his body undulating into the sensation as you licked a slow stripe up the length of his torso, beginning below his navel and ending at the valley of his throat. Oda lapped at his nipples, his hand disappearing beneath the waistband of Ango’s slacks and drawing out a breathy cry of surprise and pleasure. 

“Feel good huh, birthday boy?” Oda crooned against Ango’s chest. 

Ango’s hand surrounded yours, guiding it down to the bulge tenting his trousers, releasing a fragmented breath at the sensation of two hands touching him. “S-so good. Use me. Please God.”

It wasn’t long before you were unbuckling his belt, sliding your hand inside to find him obscenely wet, leaking onto Oda’s rough hands. 

“My, and here I thought you’d be the quiet one,” you said, teasing his weeping slit with the pad of your thumb as Oda stroked the base of his cock. 

He was throbbing, twitching, pre-cum beginning to soak through the fabric of his trousers, leaving a wet patch which had Odasaku smirking as he flicked his tongue back and forth over the puckered bud of Ango’s nipple. 

“So wet,” you whispered against his ear. “So pretty.”

A moment later Ango lifted his hips, frantically wriggling from his slacks so he could watch you both touch him. The head of his cock was engorged, glistening, a deep shade of reddish-pink. The sight of it proved too much almost instantly. “I… ohhh. I might– c—”

Oda chuckled. “We’d better slow down, huh? ‘S getting too much?”

The other man nodded, dragging shallow steadying breaths through his teeth. “I don’t want it to end yet. Just give me a moment.” 

“Poor Ango,” you cooed, kissing his temple and threading your fingers through his tousled hair which his morning gel had long ago surrendered hold of. He was a wreck already, and oh so very beautiful. Lying, kissed half to delirium by his lovers, so gorgeously decadent as he lay blushing on the living room floor. 

He huffed indignantly through his nose, yet unsubtly leaned into your touch. “It’s not as easy as it looks, being the center of attention.”

“No?” Oda asked with a subtle smile, pressing his lips to Ango’s shoulder. “Well we’ve got all night. We don’t have to do a thing before you’re ready.”

It really didn’t take long. Ango was more resilient than he looked. 

“I… I’m ready,” he declared a little while later, lowering himself to take the last few inches of Oda’s cock with such a wanton moan it made your core clench.

He sat with his back to Oda’s chest, your hands keeping his slender legs spread wide while you knelt between them, dragging your tongue along his twitching dick, tracing the bulging veins running from base to crown. 

“Oh god…” he moaned, the twin sensations immediately too much. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from rocking back and forth, toes curling against the carpet, hands braced on your shoulders. “I don’t think… hah… I’ll last…”

“Stop thinking, Ango,” Oda said, wrapping his arm around his friend’s waist, teasing his kiss-swollen nipple with the pad of his middle finger. “Just feel.”

Ango’s cock twitched against your tongue, his fingertips grasping for purchase along your back. He was balanced on the precipice of release, yet desperately wanted to prolong the sensation, to delay his climax as long as possible. The poor thing was doing his best to get a rhythm going, but time after time the stimulation became too much for him and he had to pause, gasping and overwhelmed from pleasure and exertion.

“Need a break?” Oda offered, peppering Ango's back with gentle kisses and pressing a hand against his lower belly. “You can just lie back and get fucked…”

Ango could only nod, sweat beading down his temples and on his upper lip. “Uh-huh.”

“Good.” Those pretty blue eyes met yours. “What do you think? You want to ride him?”

A needy whine slipped from Ango's downturned mouth, his eyes screwing tight and cock leaping in response. He definitely liked the sound of it. 

With a smile you pressed forward, your lips trailing up his belly, feeling him tense and quiver, “You want to fuck my pussy, Ango?”

“Yes,” he nodded again, as if to emphasize the sincerity of his answer. The calm, measured man you'd first met at the bar was no more as he leaned back, silently inviting more of your kisses. “Yes. Yes please. Please. I want– I need–”

Odasaku placed his hands either side of Ango's waist holding him down as you climbed on top. The redhead ground out a low, breathless “fuck” as your weight pressed Ango even further back onto his cock.

You wrapped your hand around the base of Ango's dick, teasing yourself with his bulbous tip by sliding it between your pussy lips and circling your clit. Ango whined desperately, his eyes squeezed tight, his thighs trembling beneath you.

“Heh,” Oda panted, pressing his head back against the back of the couch. “He's squeezing me so tight. Fuck… milking my cock. He wants your pussy so bad, isn't that right, Ango?”

“Oh God…” Ango was done in completely, his head back against Oda's shoulder, one hand draped across his brow, the other gripping your arm as though some part of him feared you'd stop if he didn't hold on to you. 

“Here, sweet thing,” you said, taking his hand and leading it down to your clit, guiding his fingers so he stroked you just how you liked it. “Make me cum.”

The look of desperation in Ango's eyes took on new urgency as you lowered yourself onto his cock, his cry of pleasure immediately fading against your lips. Nimble fingers devoutly stroked your clit, chasing your pleasure as much as his own. 

He wasn't going to last much longer. And neither were you. 

“Fuck yes,” Oda gasped beneath the two of you his lips against Ango's ear, “oh fuck, fuck, mmmh… ‘m close. So fucking close. You’re gonna make me cum, Ango.”

Ango's brow pinched as his jaw fell slack, his eager tongue swiping at your lips as you approached your own high. Sweat and panting breaths, his cock pulsing inside your throbbing cunt. The air hot and heavy, between the three of you, filled with the heady scent of sex and gasped pleas. 

“Oh god, oh god I… I'm dying…” Ango whimpered, drawing out Odasaku's blissed-out smile, teeth pressed to his lower lip. 

Your climax rolled through you, your pussy clenching around Ango's cock as Oda filled him from behind with a bitten back growl. Ango followed a fraction of a second later, cumming with such a feral cry it was as if his soul was being torn from his body. 

“Fuck me, oh fuck me,” Ango ground out, tears of relief clumping his pretty lashes. “Thank you, thank you.”

The world began and ended with the heat of your bodies pressed together. Labored breaths slowing, remnants of pleasure binding the three of you, fading throbs a blissful swansong. 

“Happy birthday, Ango,” Odasaku said, breaking the silence. 

Ango could barely lift his head, his soft breaths warm against the crook of your neck as he muttered something vaguely along the lines of “thanks” 

Later, you stood on the balcony with Ango wrapped in blankets yet still shivering from the cold, and Odasaku, cooling off with the last of the whisky. Wind whipped cigarette smoke into the frigid night air, the lights of the city casting your trio in a calm blue glow.

“Almost wish I'd grabbed your camera, Ango,” Oda sighed, stubbing his cigarette on the railing, “I could have taken a few souvenir shots for you to remember this by.”

“As if I'll ever forget,” Ango chuckled, pulling his blanket tight around his body and leaning his head on your shoulder. The man was exhausted but unmistakably content. “Besides, it's your birthday in five days time, isn't it, Odasaku?”

 “It is. Perhaps the three of us should have another party?” The redhead's lips twitched subtly, his nails rasping through the stubble on his chin as he turned to you. “What do you think? You in?”

Author's note: Hi! I just want to say thank you to all the people who have read and interacted with my Ango Week fics. This was such a passion project and there were times I was sitting on my couch writing these stories and thinking "am I the only one who is actually going to care about this?" so it means a lot to know others enjoy it too.

And also, happy birthday, Ango, ILYSM.

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More MHA in Warrior Cats fanart

Not by me! Mainly just by Segamastergirl unless I made a mistake.

Also, one of them was in low quality in previous post, so I found a higher resolution(idk if I just put it wrong or) one!

toji x crybaby reader <3

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !

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toji is a flawed man. 

short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.

he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear. 

you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.

his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.

he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.

you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him. 

he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.

it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.

it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?

he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge. 

instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.

you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands. 

physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.

his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.

toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.

you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul. 

he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words. 

“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”

and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.

he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over. 

the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.

you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.

toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start. 

oikawa does think that tobio's baby is extremely cute and that causes an internal conflict like u would not believe

Hiii hope your day or night or whenever is going well, so I'm not too sure how this works and this is my first time requesting ever, but basically today I was at volleyball practice and we were literally in the middle of a drill when a intruder comes in (we didn't know if he was armed) and the coaches suddenly yell at all of us to run to the back of the gym and into the weight room and stay there. It was pretty scary tbh and we stayed an extra 30 mins after practice was over (normally ending at 10pm at night) before the cops finally came and got the dude. So I was wondering if I could get a reaction from Oikawa, Kuroo, and Bokuto (if it's too many you can pick) on their volleyball player s/o coming home from practice and them finding out about this? Headcannon or Drabble whatever you’d like, thanks so much if it's too much go ahead and ignore :)

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

a/n: I'm so sorry you and your team had to go through that, and I'm glad you were all safe at the end. I'm so sorry this took so long, anon 🙇🏻‍♀️ but here we go! I decided to go with short scenarios/drabbles, I hope that's alright:)

note: established relationship, gender neutral partner for all of them, lowercase intended. pictures used are not mine, all of them are found on pinterest

my favoritism over kuroo may have slipped out in this one, + soft soft soft kuroo (maybe a bit too soft)

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OIKAWA TORU

before you got home, you were checking your phone to see that your boyfriend had left you text messages asking where you are and if you're doing alright. there were some missed calls too, each one around 5 minutes apart from each other.

you took your keys out from your bag's pocket, and was about to use the front door key when you noticed it was still unlocked. opening the front door to your home, all the lights were still on, but it was quiet. you took your shoes off and set them aside once you stepped in, and gently placed your keys on the table next to the door. walking further into the house, and into the living room, that was where you found toru. he was sitting on the couch, leaning forward, with both of his elbows on his knees, with his phone in hand. he wasn't facing you, but he had enough of a view of his face to see how he was staring (glaring) at his phone. 'he's going to burn holes into that thing', you thought.

you walked towards the couch your boyfriend was sitting on, and placed your bag down beside it. you didn't notice how heavy your bag was, and turns out it was. you hadn't meant to drop your bag on the floor, but the loud sound it made when it hit the carpet was enough for toru to whip his head toward your direction.

"there you are!" he exclaimed almost immediately. "I was so worried." he didn't need to tell you that, with his vice grip of a hug letting you know already. you returned his hug, sighing against his shoulder.

you pulled away from the hug, and placed a hand on his cheek. "sorry for making you wait so long, babe. I didn't have my phone and a lot was happening just minutes ago." his hand were on your waist, as he almost immediately replied.

"you should be." he uttered, pouting at you. he was back to his sassy self already. "what happened though? it's rare that your guys' practice went on for this long." he was already guiding the both of you back towards the couch, letting you take a seat first before taking his beside you.

you didn't waste time telling him everything that happened. the whole time you were talking, both his hands were on yours, as his eyes never glanced away from you. he let you finish before doing anything, and once you did, this man started acting like he was a doting mother.

he kissed you on the forehead, and asked if it was okay for him to touch you. you nodded, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, and whispered against your hair.

"I'm so glad you're okay, you're safe with me, I promise."

BOKUTO KOUTARO

the moment you reached for your phone inside your bag, you could feel vibrations from it, assuming it was from a call since it was so consistent. looking at the contact name, you accepted the call.

"BABE ARE YOU ALRIGHT? WHERE ARE YOU" you winced at the volume of koutaro's voice, but sighed and answered both his questions.

"yeah, kou, I'm okay. I'll be home in a bit, don't worry about me." he was about to ask something else, but he stopped himself and told you to "please get home safe."

you ended the call, and took a look at your lockscreen. there were 20+ unread messages, and 9 unanswered calls, all from koutaro.

as soon as you opened the front door to your house, you were greeted with your six foot tall boyfriend pacing around the living room. the moment he heard the door fully open, his eyes met yours as he was almost full on sprinting towards you with his arms stretched out in front of him.

you thought you're back was going to slam against the door behind you, but it was cushioned with koutaro's arms wrapped around you.

"I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU! ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE ALRIGHT? oh, god YOU MUST BE TIRED!" he pulled away from your hug and placed both his hands on your shoulders, practically shaking you. he sounded like a fire alarm at this point.

despite this, you let out a smile despite still being shaken up with what happened back at practice, and placed a hand on one of his. "I'm sure I'm okay, koutaro, promise. we were held up at practice for..." you trailed off, thinking of how to describe it without being too straight froward.

"reasons. why don't me head to the living room? I'll tell you about it. and yeah, I'm pretty tired."

you started to talk about what had previously happened during your practice earlier that day. there were a few times where koutaro provided a verbal reaction to your story, you sitting on his lap the whole time.

when you finished, you felt his arms wrap around you a second time that night.

"I'm so so sorry that had to happen to you and your team, sweetheart. I'm so happy you're safe though, you can rest with me now."

KUROO TETSURO

you weren't able to check your phone after everything that happened, opting to get home as soon as possible. you were sure tetsuro must be wondering were you were by now. and you were right, of course.

standing in your house's front yard, you spotted tetsuro leaning against the wall beside the front door. his eyes were set on his phone, so he hasn't noticed you yet. you walked towards him, and called out his name.

"tetsuro?" he lifted his head, his eyes immediately meeting yours.

"there you are." he sighed out of relief. he walked towards you as well, meeting you half way through the yard. he placed a hand on the back of your head, and leaned his against yours.

his other hand was placed on your waist, as he whispered a soft "I missed you" against your forehead.

he pulled away, and placed both of his hand on your upper biceps.

"now, where have you been, missy? you had me worried sick!" he exclaimed like a mother hen separated from her chicks. "you better explain yourself." he taunted, raising a brow at you.

"yeah, yeah, I will. can we get inside first, though? it's getting pretty chilly out here." he took a hold of your hand as you both walked towards the house.

you're now seated in the comfort of your living room couch, waiting for tetsuro to come back from the kitchen.

"sorry for making you wait, I had tea brewing while waiting for you. thought you might've wanted some." he explained, walking over to you and handing you your cup.

"thank you."

"now, how about that story of yours, hm?"

you started telling him about everything that happened during practice, why you were held back in there, all with a warm cup of tea in your hand, your other one being held by tetsuro's.

you finished talking, and he sighed. grumbling about how 'some people really don't have anything better to do.' as he gently placed his own cup on the coffee table in front of the two of you. he gently took ahold of yours as well, and placed it beside his. you raised a brow at him, confused as to why he was disrupting tea time, when he pulled you closer to him by your waist and buried his face in your neck.

"tetsuro?" you whispered.

"I'm just... glad you're okay. couldn't have lost you there, we just got kenma to treat us to dinner tomorrow." you could practically here the smirk in his voice.

"jeez tetsu, you're worried about dinner tomorrow?" you questioned, but chuckled nonetheless knowing he was just trying to lighten the mood. he moved to place his head on top of yours, and spoke again.

"kidding, doll. seriously though, thank god you're okay. wouldn't have known what I'd do without you. you're safe now. I promise."

need me a thick bitch with the jiggliest tiddies and plushest ass who gets doted on by the LOV, come on now—

Tomura Shigaraki who is astounded by allat movement, it stops the war immediately.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | toji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 10) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.6k (....dawg.)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!

“Trick-or-treat!!”

“Gasp—Oh my goodness!” 

“We came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.”

Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isn’t out of the ordinary or anything special. However, it’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say you’re acquainted with. If anything, you’re practically family. 

The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. “It’s not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.”

“Because you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.” Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. It’s no avail until another voice comes to the fray.

“All right, chill out, you two.” The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Who’s also known as your one and only former husband. “Get inside and finish y’r homework, or else we’re goin’ back home.” 

The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that they’re gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. “You look good, big guy. What’s in the bags?”

He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. “Picked them up from their after-school sports, so it’s their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpin’ me here?” 

“Hmmm,” you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. “Nah, can’t. Got dinner to finish making.”

“Hmph, should’ve known.” He makes his way through between you and the front door. “Wouldn’t wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?” 

You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. “From what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”

“Really? I don’t remember sayin’ all that before. You must’ve put me in a spell.” 

“Probably, I’ve been told I’m quite cute~.”

“Mmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.” Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.

“At the very least, say I’m a cute witch, fucker.” You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.

To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldn’t like you or ignore you.

However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And there’s no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someone’s nose for you  — yes, it happened before, and it wasn’t pretty — for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going.  

Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Let’s just say you weren’t Toji’s first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumi’s mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didn’t make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, you’d probably do the same if you were him. But, you can’t lie; it felt like you were cast over a “shadow” when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didn’t fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.

Although things ended between you two, that didn’t mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still don’t live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about. 

There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as they’re comfortable and trust you enough to be around, there’s no need to change things up again. Like right now — the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.

“Are you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?” The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner. 

“Sorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at around—Why are you two making that face?” You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired other’s name.

“Why him?” They said in unison.

“Why not??” You question their irritation.

“He’s so annoying…” Again, in unison. Proof enough that they’re father and son.

You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. “Oh, come on, you two, it’s not like he’ll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friend’s he’s going to later.” 

“Isn’t he too old to trick-or-treat?” Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years. 

“He is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,” Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink. 

You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here about—

DING-DONG!!

Now.

Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. “Kids, Gojo’s here!” You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. “When you’re done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.” You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an “Aww man…”

You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the door…

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Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.

Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There aren’t any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo. 

One blink, two blinks. I must’ve fallen asleep after the meeting… You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow. 

But…since when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? And…I smelt that cologne before…How?

“Ya awake now?”

You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you – more like someone. 

It’s then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sake…That must be embarrassing, huh?

You frantically try to get off of him, “Sorry about that, I thought—“

“No, no,” Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. “You were comfortable.” 

You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. “I recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so where’d you come from?”

“Well, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured you’d kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.” With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. “So, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.”

“What’s wrong with the other side of the couch? It’s quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.” 

“True,” his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. “But then I’d be lonely.” 

You titter. “That’s big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.”

“I thrive being alone when I’m working.” You’re glad he can’t see your eyes roll; he’d probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. “Besides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.”

And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because you’re so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? That’s probably it, yeah. Let’s change the subject…”How long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.”

“Mmm, it’s going to eleven right now.”

Three and a half hours? Damn. “It’s past their bedtime.”

Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. “You still think they’re gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?” He snickers some more as you shake your head.

“They know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.” 

“Still traumatized from that one time?” 

“Uhhh, yes??” The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didn’t expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Let’s just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didn’t drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. “Unless it’s the weekend, never again.”

The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic — it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. “You weren’t the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.”

“Awww, poor you~” You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. “You and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.”

“Tch, hate that sayin’ so fuckin’ much.”

“Why? ‘Because it’s true?”

“Shut up.” The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. “He only listens to you. Such a sweet lil’ baby to you, huh? Puttin’ my own son against me.”

More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. “He’s such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.”

“Miki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And she’s becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.” Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. “Think she gets that from you.” 

You shook your head. “They’re your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.”

“Hmm, fair…But let’s not pretend I’m the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think I’d be a dad, especially with two kids. I didn’t know shit back then — still! I still don’t know shit.” You don’t say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows you’d listen – you always do. “If you weren’t there for them, I don’t think they’d be shining like this. Y’re definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.”

Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. “Thank you. Same to you. Didn’t do so bad yourself, big guy.”

“Mmm.”

Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each other’s embrace.

That is, until Toji asks, “Do you miss it?” The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.

“Of course I do. All the time.” You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. “Why ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?”

He sneers at your comment. “Every day.”

It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! “Ahem—Toji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had — I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best I’ve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi and—“

“Me?” Good Lord, if this man doesn’t stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. “Hmm? Ya miss me, baby?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why’d you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. Goddammnit…

“...Yes,” your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. “Especially you, Toji.” You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.

He doesn’t say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. It’s all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great. 

And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours — your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didn’t mean that!

“Aht aht, don’t do that, baby.” His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. “Lemme see you.”

“Toji, wait,” your voice travels out in a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t cross this line anymore.”

He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. “Why not?” His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.

“Because—Mmmm…” Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. “We’re supposed to be done…” 

“That’s not stoppin’ me from takin’ care of my sweet thing.” Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. He’s pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. “So, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?”

Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. However, it’s been so long that you felt wanted like this — wanted by him. It’s all the same – his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls – yet here you are turning into putty. 

“Haaahh, Mmmfff…Toji, please,” Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? “Please…Treat me right.”

One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, you’re taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.

His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing he’s making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Toji’s lips never leave yours.

You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. “Hnnmm, fuck…That’s my girl. So fuckin’ good fr’ me always, Y/n…” You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. “—Hahhh, Oh God, Toji,” With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know he’d find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, plea—

CLACK-CLINK!!

The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. “Alright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!” That was Gojo’s voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror — immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.

“Y/n, Y/n, look!” The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. “Look at all this candy we got!”

“Wooow, you guys really went on a haul,” you can only hope they can’t see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. “Wh–Where’s Gojo?” 

“He dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,” The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.

You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. “Umm—Ahem, well then, I’m glad you two got all that candy. Now, let’s hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!” 

But the children didn’t move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, they’re going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. “Uhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.” Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. “Can we stay over?”

You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. “Kids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!” 

“Yeah, but it’s dark out. Plus, it’s way past our bedtime.” The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. “We’ll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.”

And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. “And that means he’ll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.” 

You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. There’s no way they thoroughly planned this out. There’s just no way… And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.

You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. “…Alright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?” The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. “Good, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.” They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you can’t help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs. 

With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. “So, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?”

Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. “Told you: too smart fr’ me to catch up.” You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television. 

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The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.

After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street. 

…Well, at least that’s what’s supposed to happen. But that’s not the case because you’re not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh, I thought I told you you’re sleeping in the guest room—Nmmff!” He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly.  

“And I thought you’d be smart enough to know that wasn’t gonna happen.” Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. “Besides, look at you. Still sleepin’ with no underwear on?”

“Hmph, only when I have a man around the house.” That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew he’d react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth – especially during an intimate time like this.

“That so? What man you know that can handle all this?” Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your bottoms.

“Ahhhh, no one. Just you...” You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.

He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, “Good answer, princess.” The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesn’t distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights. 

Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your body’s jolt. It’s been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if he’s the only person who knows how to get you going – and it’s the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And you’d prefer to keep it that way. 

The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. “—Khmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, don’t stop.” 

With a soft ‘pop’ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?” You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?

“Nmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, I’m so clo—Ahhhann!!” He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. “I wanna cum, pleaseee…”

“Hmmm, good girl,” he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, it’s a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries don’t leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isn’t the night for too many risks.

When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. “Hmph, missed tastin’ you like that.” You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, it’s been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?

“Don’t think it’ll fit, baby?” Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legs—your knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position you’re all too familiar with. Your eyes don’t leave Toji’s cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. “Take some breaths fr’ me, sweetie. Can’t take care of you when you’re all tense.”

You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for what’s about to come. 

“Oooh fuuuck…Heh, yeah, that’s my baby right there. Fittin’ so perfect fr’ me, mama…” He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow. 

“Nmmmf, Daddyyy,” you’re forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. “…I’m so full, you’re too much…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what you’re about to go through. “Gonna move now.” His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his length’s veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But you’re bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.

Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.

“—Hahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. “—Ohhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Y’re gonna make me go crazy.” 

As if that wasn’t already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Toji’s balls hitting your cunt making it worse. 

“D-Daddyyy, I’m—Ohoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!” You can’t formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body. 

“Damn, you feel too fucking good—Hnngh!!” Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. “‘Bout to make me knock you up…”

Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? “Nnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!” Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. “—Pleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I want—Hyaaaaa!!” 

How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when you’re urging him on like this? “Heh, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, mama.” Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.

Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body. 

Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as you’re allowed time to experience your clarity.

“Hmmm…You know I’m done yet, princess.” Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.

“Yeah, I know, big guy.” You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. “Always wanting more…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…So, you’re telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.” 

This morning was different from your usual routine – well, you can’t say it’s different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought you’d be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.

It felt natural walking into the kids’ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that they’re getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.

When Toji’s finished freshening up and loading his kids’ stuff in his truck, it’s time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boy’s been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake – and education – you release them and hope for the best.

The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. “This fr' me?” 

“No, it’s for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.” You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. “You better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.” 

“Whatever ya say, mom.” He pesters you with the title, knowing you’re technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side. 

“Don’t forget to text me when Tsumiki’s soccer game is next week.” You watch him go down the porch stairs. 

“Will do.”He whistles. 

“And Toji?”

The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you can’t seem to get out of practice with. It’s embroidered in your mind at this point. 

And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, “I’ll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.”

You snicker with a shaken head. “Drive safe, Toji.” Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesn’t falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And that’s a good thing…right?

“I don’t know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.” 

“Of course I do,” So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the former’s comment. “Just because I don’t have the ring on my finger doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about him. I mean, he’s the father of two lovely children.”

“Shoot, you’re better than me, then.” The dark-haired woman admits. “But you’re kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you don’t have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and it’s definitely not just for the kids’ sake. Let’s be real here.” 

You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, “I agree. It’s one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he could’ve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if you’re still seeing a man for the last five years – while legally unbound – and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.”

“I know, it did…” you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. “But it’s not like he’s never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.” 

“Oh? Then why is this time different from the others?”

Utahime jumps in after Mei Mei’s chirp. “Yeah, you’re telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if you’re falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?” 

An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You could’ve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didn’t. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldn’t even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you. 

You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, you’re almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. You’re kidding.

“Hey, kids.” The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. “Say hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.” The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.

“Hi, aunties.” Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. “So, Y/n—“

“What did you forget this time?” Straight to the point, no room for excuses.

“It was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.” The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.

“Tsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.”

“I do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and I’ve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldn’t find them at home.” The brunette was quick to defend her stand. “Also, Dad doesn’t feel like driving up here and then back. So…can we…”

You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You don’t look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize it’s no use and release the long-awaited sigh.

“….If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys can’t come back till December, understand?” It wasn’t anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you weren’t joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. “Okay, get in here.” They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. “Did you forget something here, too?”

“Yeah,” you lift a brow when he drops Megumi’s bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. “Meant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks fr' the food, mama.” 

Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldn’t appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired. 

Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. “Oh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.”

“Mhmm,” Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. “And I'm guessing he’s gonna do it again tonight. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You end the video call with a heated face. “Sh-Shut your damn mouths!!” Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2023 – reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header art by rororogi mogera + dividers by the amazing @/cafekitsune!!

sitting in between tojis legs and letting him play with ur nipples while whimpering n squirming !!! ^.^

“stop movin.”

the man grumbles, left hand sprawled over the fat of your tummy to hold you still. his right hand snakes under your loose top, rough pads of his fingertips coming up to tweak at your sensitive nipples.

“stop it , you pervert !”

his hand gropes the fat of your tit, thumb brushing over the sensitive nub.

“y’like it. doesn’t that make you the perv baby?”

you exempt a noise halfway between a gasp and a moan, head falling back into the divot of toji’s shoulder. your hand comes up to his, pulling at his hand in an attempt to stop the assault on your tits.

“stop it baby . let it happen, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“but.. mmf— ‘s sensitive toji..”

his face brushes up against yours, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your swollen lips. your moans come out as gasps, feeling a chuckle reverberate from his mouth into yours when he realizes you’re unable to keep up with his pace.

“y’r nipples are so sore. dirty girl, y’want me to suck on ‘em?”

knowing him , he would anyways even if you had said no.

he flips you around , mounting your body onto his so that you’re facing him, scrunching your shirt up above your tits just enough to suckle on your fat buds, his roaming fingers coming up to tweak at the other.

somehow, it felt even dirtier allowing the man to feel you up with your shirt all bunched up instead of completely off .

“hah.. t-toji .”

“mm..”

he mumbles into your fat tit, the vibration making you shiver.

“g-gonna.. gonna cum, toji, wait—“

‘nasty girl .’

he mumbles into your chest followed with a chuckle , you sigh at the feeling. “cum f’me then . ”

and you rightfully do, body shivering as your hands grasp tighter onto the bed of toji’s hair. your moans turn into heavy gasps, whining when toji pulls off of your nipple with an obnoxiously loud ‘pop!’

his face is plaqued with a shit eating grin, one that resembles his growing pride.

his mouth connects to your bud by a string of his spit, flicking his tongue on your tit once again to clean you off.

he gives your bud a tough squeeze with his fingers, earning a deserving slap to his hand.

“owie ! stop it toji , y’r such a perv . . !”

“oh baby .” he lays his body atop of yours, pressing a hot kiss onto your lips.

“y’ just came untouched , ‘nd you’re calling me the perv ? get your facts straight , doll .”

Can’t Wait To Blow My Candles Out

dilf!Ken Ryuguji x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: happy birthday to my love 💕 Warnings: 18+, dubcon, age gap, divorce mention, cheating??, coercion, size difference, fingering, oral (f receiving), virgin!reader, virginity loss, shower sex, dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie, impregnation, corruption, pet names, sir!kink, daddy!kink, praise, mutual masturbation, forced orgasms. Words: 5k

networks: @planetonet @tometpd

The collapse of a marriage was something Ken Ryuguji never thought he’d experience in his life, but also knew was a long time coming. He’d been married to his wife for ten years – and in that time he’d fathered two sons to her. Two sons that she took with her to her mother’s house after their final blazing row. He couldn’t blame her. The penthouse given its current atmosphere was no place for two young children. But God damn it, he’s lonely.

Happy birthday, Ken Ryuguji.

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