‧₊˚♡彡synopsis: with winter break having rolled around the corner, you’ve decided to spend it with your family back at home. it felt nice being back after 2 years away at university. you just wish your mom had told you that a certain guest was visiting. one that you hadn’t expected to ever have to face again.
‧₊˚♡彡pairing: toji fushiguro x fem! reader
‧₊˚♡彡warnings: fluff! + age gap (reader is 19 and toji is 34) + taboo content (cause what’re u doin tryna get tojis middle aged ass in ur bed smh) + slice of life kind of (??) + suggestiveness + humor + reader is in her winter bimbo era + toji is…toji. + no smut yet sorryy + slight slowburn + everything is legal! no ones going to jail!
‧₊˚♡彡a/n: WOO finally the first chapter is out! sorry this took so long. tumblr has been biting me in the ass lately. heads up tho! the first two parts will be sfw, and the final chapter will the long awaited smut. without further ado, enjoy <3 [3k words]
🗯️★.. MAIN POST | part i. > part ii. > part iii.
Tugging at the sleeves of your jacket further down your hands, you let out an exhale, nerves set ablaze. The typical cool spring air was colder than usual this particular night out, sun having already set and moon shining up into the dark, starry sky.
Fiddling with the hem of your mini skirt, you gazed up, doe eyes glinting heatedly up at the man you’ve harbored adoration towards.
You were finally gonna confess.
“I want you.”
The simple words that held so much weight filled the space between you both.
A sigh in response. Oh no. You already knew what was coming, but you hoped to any deity or God from above that it wouldn’t turn out this way.
“Kid, you’re way too young for me.” The smoke blowing past his lips wafted through the stiff air, his scar pulling at the corner of his mouth in dismay. “If you were older maybe I’d consider it. Wouldn’t bet on it though, since you’re such a pain in the ass to deal with.”
You let his words hang momentarily, trying to come up with a sufficient rebuttal. You knew he was only playing when he said you were a pain to deal with but it still stung your heart to hear it coming from him. But you weren’t gonna give up that easily. You’ve had a crush on this man ever since he moved into the neighborhood years ago!
What started out as innocent puppy love slowly built its way into this desire, stemmed deep at the heart the older you got. You’d watch as he invited women into his home late into the hours of the night, clinging onto him like a leech in a body of lakewater. God, how you wish it was you he’d have brought into his home on those late nights. Lustfully gazing down at you with promises of this being the best you’ll ever have, one you’d be thinking back on until the day you die.
warnings: NOT PROOFREAD | toxic relationship | uprotected sex: creampie/breeding kink | infidelity | fighting (minor) | public sex | choking | arguing
navi — masterlist
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
what is this void? this pit that seems to be neverending. the greed i feel so intensely.. is it the lacking love? i look for love but love does not look for me. as he touches me, what do i feel? what does he fill? is it the same bottomless pit that i desperately need to be filled or another? i wish to be filled to the brim over and over, multiple times in a row. i do not wish to be disposed of like other times. i want to be treated as a poppy, gentle touches, intense but welcoming to my sensitive skin. what is it that i truly need from him in this moment? it is more than a touch, i cannot put into words what it is truly. i am just as greedy as him i suppose, if not more.
does he too wish for me to run out of energy and get bored of these habits of mine?
the way his hands roam my body, how his fingers rub against my skin, pampering me with feather like kisses all over. tap tap of his lips there and here. he knows where i’ll go the craziest. skip the role play. touch me places that don’t feel the same when i do it. fuck me like no other. would you call it infidelity if he’s the only one who can truly claim me as one’s own? a life partner with no and many layers.
when i go away for months at a time. when i give up everything just to return, it’s all the same. nothing changes a bit. it doesn’t make sense to others but it’s not for them to understand.with him i don’t feel lonely. i don’t feel balanced. i don’t feel sane but i do feel comfort. comfort in the same ole days. with one who truly knows me.
“stop giving me what i want i hate you! go give your mom i bet her pussies better than mine!” “fucking bitch” “i hope you die” i spit on him. he spits back but in a place i want it.
“what was all that shit you were saying earlier? you think my mothers pussy is better than yours? even if i was a mother fucker of my own, no pussy is better than yours” a string of spit leaves his and enters yours, touching your tongue. his cock rubbing against your walls with no effort at all, steady motion fast pace. light a flame in your core, you can’t say you want more but he knows. his thumb circles your clit with a good circular motion.
when it rains it pours.
“fuck you” “fuck you” “fuck you” “fuck you” “FUCK YOU” we can’t even hear each other. we don’t care what the other is talking about, it ain’t worth shit anyway. “your dick is corny and i wouldn’t fuck you again if i was paid for it!”
“your pussy wack anyway bitch! i had to think about another bitch to cum every time!”
lies lies lies ! it’s all lies ! or is it the truth we’ve been holding in this entire time ? who really knows , we don’t and will never know.
as his rough hands wrap around my wrists, hot breath fanning against my skin, beads of sweat sliding down his skin only to drop onto my body — “i know baby. i’m so sorry” — since when has he ever been so gentle?
“i don’t wanna fight anymore” “do be mad at me i’m so- fuck, i’m so fucking sorry. god your pussy is so good. you hear that?” the positioning of the pillow beneath my back better than it was in the morning.
“ah~ right there”
our bodies rocking against each others, a steady flow, a steady rhythm. soft moans spilling form my lips, deep, silent grunts from his thick, swollen lips. “i’m about to cum, can i cum in you” the movement of his hips speeding up, impatiently waiting for an answer he wants to hear the most. eyes locked on my breasts as they move. he pinches my right nipple, twirling the bud between his fingers. my eyes roll back, i take a deep breath in an attempt to fight the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.
“cum in me, please please please- need to feel it,” whines and cries he loves to hear. he needed to hear it.
“what the fuck is going on?” the door slams open, my angry fiancé furious at the sight in front of him but the man on top of me does not stop. it only pushes him over the edge. fucking another man’s lover that is. it’s always been that way for him.
my fiancé in shock, processing everything that’s happening and his emotions. how should he respond? should he attack the guy? no no, he’ll probably kill him, look at those arms. the same arms that wrap around my body as he slides his cock inside of me from behind, his bare chest pressed against my bare back. should he wait until we’re finished to act on his fury, his rage. he can’t think clearly.
i stare at him, tears of pain and pleasure filling my eyes, fuck i’m gonna cum. he leans down, lips barely brushing the skin of my ear, “hubby doesn’t seem too happy to have his precious doll being stuffed with a bigger cock than his, i wonder how he’d feel seeing you being filled with another man’s cum” you can feel him smirk at his remark.
the door slams and silence fills the room. it’s so loud but you wish not to speak.
“so you just have nothing to say to me?”
no i do not wish to speak to you. how can i?
“don’t you think you owe me a fucking explanation?”
i do but i will not give you any explanation. what i have done maybe be wrong to others but to me it was only right, to have my many holes filled by the right person, who will never be you.
with a shaky voice, “FUCKING SAY SOMETHING ALREADY” he punches the table.
i curl up on the couch with my hands between my thighs, thumb lightly brushing against my clit in what i think is in secret.
he comes over and kneels in front of me. “what did i ever do? what did i do to deserve this, huh? at least tell me that if anything.” i can’t make eye contact, i refuse. afraid of whatever guilt may wash over me when i finally look at the face of the person who is supposed to be my life. you can hear the crack in his voice, how it trembles as he tries to hold back his tears. trying to stay strong for me, to not make a bigger embarrassment of himself. what’s the use of even trying anyway.
“am i not good enough for you? what is it about him that makes me so different than me? he’s just another fucking guy!” he grabs my legs, begging for a response. “is it because i work too much? am i not giving you enough attention? time? what is it that i’m doing so wrong for you to sleep around with another man!?” a tear finally falls from his eye.
and there it is again, the silence. it’s deafening.
with one swift motion, he kisses me, giving me no time to react. unbuckling his belt & pushing his pants down. “it must be sex you want huh? you missed me?”
he opens my legs and begins rubbing against my clit vigorously. “ah~”
he kisses up and down my neck, eager to please. “you like that? what if i touch you here?” two fingers slides inside of me. it feels good.
“is this how he touches you? does it feel the same as when i do it? let me know.” of course it doesn’t but who am i to lie?
“hmmm” i hum in reply.
when it gets hard for me to take care of myself, he’s always there to take care of me for me. to others, he’s rough. mean. intimidating. “what kind of woman would want to be with a man like him outside of his looks?” but people never really got the chance to know him. they never stuck around long enough. behind all his rough skin and the intimidating appearance and character, he’s quite different. he treats me well. better than i ever will.
unfortunately..that was the last time i’ve seen him. i tried calling out many times, more than usual. my cheeks grew hot, a feeling of embarrassment wavered over me. that left me no choice but to make up with my fiancé.
we went months without speaking. my body missed him more than my heart. they said 6 months was the mark of moving on. it’s been 11 months and tomorrow makes a year. what is he doing? my heart still aches the same as it did the first week. “maybe he’s just busy” “maybe he lost his phone, he’s always losing his phone” but that was until i saw a familiar shadow in an alleyway.
i couldn’t understand why i was stuck, staring at the two bodies colliding with each others and moans echoed and bounced off the brick walls the same way his balls did off her ass.
“babe what’s the matter?” my fiancé turned to return by my side. he soon realized why i was the stuck. he recognized him too. a sigh escaped his lips and his head dropped. “come on.” i pulled my arm from his grip and walked towards him. i don’t think he had noticed my presence until i was inches away from them. still his movements continued and he smiled when he noticed it was me.
i was furious. i don’t know why but i pulled the ladies hair and smacked her repeatedly. we began to fight, me because i was angry. her, to defend herself. i knew i was wrong but i couldn’t help it. i couldn’t beat him in a fight and he didn’t deserve my touch in anyway. i know he didn’t. throughout the entire altercation, my fiancé watched from afar. disappointment washed over him the longer it went on until i was finished.
‧₊˚♡彡synopsis: one mistaken confession was all it took to have your world stomped to the ground and kicked to the curb. Who the fucks confesses to their parent’s friend and neighbor (whos almost 20 years older !?) that they wanna fuck? and now he’s avoided you like the plague because of it. Luckily, two years have gone by since then after moving away for college and you’re no longer that naive little girl. But what if you see eachother again? and he’s no longer able to hold back? Duh. You’re gonna finish what you started. Cause if there’s one thing you’re not, it’s a quitter.
‧₊˚♡彡pairing: toji fushiguro x fem! reader
‧₊˚♡彡warnings: age gap (reader is 19 and toji is 34) + fem! reader + first time + corruption kink + cunnilingus + loss of virginity + fingering + morally impure thoughts + size difference + size kink + mutual pinning + the reader turns her stuffed animals away from the atrocities that are being done on her childhood bed + toji is a pervy man that plays hard to get + you are an insatiable minx that tests his limits everyday + sort of forbidden love? ig + semi slowburn but not rlly its just for the tension + more to be added as it goes along!
‧₊˚♡彡a/n: omg. this has been in the drafts SINCE DECEMBER OF LAST YEAR AHH. so this was originally supposed to be a winter themed oneshot ft. bimbo reader but i changed it :>
꒰+꒱ synopsis — aftercare and moonshine talks are so comforting but when your talk, your little giggles, and your naked body against his ends up in another session, what could be more heavenly than that?
꒰AKI HAYAKAWA꒱
“One more”, Aki coos as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You glare at him since he has been kissing you every time you try to get out of his embrace, to get a proper shower because if he joins, you both are going to be late for the party.
He frees his fingers from yours, wrapping them around your belly giving a little squeeze as he rests his chin against the nook of your shoulder. Aki starts to place a trail of soft kisses, suckling your supple skin. Staggered breaths and strong moans start to build up from two different voices until they overlap.
You tilt your head inviting him for more until he whispered in his husky voice, “Wanna do this the other way?” making you jolt from the tickling sensation. You turn your gaze on him, lips parted seeking for his. “Uh-uh! need your words, baby”, he rasped against your face, his eyes flying back from your lips to your eyes.
“Y-”, you gasp as he squeezes your breasts but he wouldn’t give in to your plea until he hears to beg. “Y-e-s. please Aki”, you breathe out, and his lips immediately latch onto yours while his hands fondle your boobs. Your hands fly back to his naked thighs, gripping them firmly as he pinches your nipples making you jolt.
He smirks at your gesture saying, “can we just ditch the party?”, squeezing your waist as he props his head on your shoulders. He always hates parties.
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꒰YOSHIDA HIROFUMI꒱
“That was a blast”, he utters getting up from the bed to discard the condom into the dustbin. You lay on the bed, buck naked, the cool breeze grazing against your ignited skin giving you goosebumps. Hirofumi’s eyes lustfully gaze at your glistening body as he empties half of the chilled water from the bottle which doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
He is definitely doing it on purpose and hence being his girl, you knew just how to lure a lion into his den. Still being a little embarrassed, you pull the sheet to cover your body as you sit upright yet all you gained was nothing but just a raised eyebrow. He lets out a low chuckle as he slips his boxers before taking a seat beside you.
His dark pupils roam all over your neckline making him click his tongue in regret. You lay your head on his shoulders feeling way too conscious by his stares. “Those marks going to stay longer. Shit. And you won’t wear turtle-neck”, his voice made you flinch as he slips his hands under the cover resting on your thighs.
“Be thankful that I won’t wear off-shoulder”, you pop up the thought trying to divert his attention as you feel his rough touch grazing your inner thighs. He won’t stop even if you say so since he just likes to graze his fingers over your skin. His hands always wander and sometimes when you two are alone, it becomes more intimate.
“Be thankful that I’m not marking every inch of you”, he rasped against your face, lips barely apart. You swallow at his sudden shift of mood. As he notices the wariness in your eyes, he immediately presses you against the mattress, flickering eye contact before he jocks down adjusting his face against your feminity.
“Wait Fumi-“, you blurt out but he has already started lapping at your folds. “Still so wet”, he hums hitting your aroused folds making you moan.
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꒰GETO SUGURU꒱
Suguru knew this would happen still he couldn’t toss the idea to sheath his cock inside you until the water gets warm. And now he is peppering kisses all over the marks he has left on your chest and neckline making you cackle every now and then. He loves doing that, especially after a tiring day of work when you cockwarm him either by your mouth or your pussy, even though both of your body is quite exhausted from multiple rounds; and he never forgets to whisper about all the places he would take you on the next vacation but today he is needy.
His licks are desperate and sucks are strong to make you gasp, not giggle in merriment. “Put your hands around me”, he insists in a firm tone hooking his arms around your inner thighs with an intention of pulling you close to him. “Like this…?”, you ask with a smile tugging on your lips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your boobs against his chest. Suguru’s eyes scanned your movements as you tried to kiss him. He sucks your lips with hunger perforating your skin as he firmly cups your things.
“Yeah, perfect”, he mutters before starting to move in and out. Slow but steady strokes that are highly unlikely for both : the situation and him. You flounder under his calculated moves trying to understand what’s actually going on in his hand but you didn’t have to toil much. He lets out a smirk looking at your confused eyes before latching his wet lips onto your nipples. As the sucks grow a little prominent his thrusts become heavy and judging by the pace he wasn’t going to get over with this in a flick, even if the bath was ready.
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꒰GOJO SATORU꒱
Just after shooting his cum inside you, he props his body beside you. Both of you breathe rashly trying to get as much as air possible, body flushed with after-sex glow, heart pounding as if it's going to come right out of the ribcage.
“Hey, you 'kay?”, he asked cupping your warm cheeks and making you face him. You close your eyelids snuggling up to his body while he swiftly curls his hands around your body. “Fuck! next time keep the ac on”, you murmur, your breath fanning against his chest, his nipples. He lets out a throaty chuckle exclaiming with utter amusement, “I can't. you catch a cold too easily”, earning a pout from you. He notices how your nose jumps in disappointment and now he can't do much other than turn the ac on. Sure, he would love to tease you but sometimes he just wanna give in to your sweet tantrums.
As both of your breathing eases, you sink into the moment starting to hum he holds your chin pressing a soft dry kiss on your lips. It's momentary yet when his sapphire gaze bores into you his face lits up with a smile.
“Don't give me those eyes.”, yeah; he never takes the easy route and always has a habit of talking vaguely. No, 'mysterious' would be highly inappropriate. “eyes that ask for this...”, he whispers against your ears tactfully rubbing two of his lucid fingers lightly against your juicy pussy lips.
“hah! 'Tooru”, you protest but since he knows you're already sore from the previous sessions, he just keeps grazing his fingers lightly. “You'll be begging to fuck you in minutes”, he utters nibbling your earlobe, squirming against your body. “You wish!” you slip from his embrace sitting upright, your calloused fingers wrapping around his half-erect cock.
“Don't give me those eyes, Satoru”, you remark gaining his astonished look before pumping his cock slowly enough to have him squirming under your touch.
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꒰CHOSO꒱
Choso has always been sneaky, especially just after sex. He was lazily laying on the bed with his chest pressed against the soft mattress and grabbing the pillow in his muscular, toned hands. As you walked out of the bath you noticed his bare back, toned and muscular buttcheeks covered with a thin quilt. You couldn't help but run your hands over his back slightly gaining a sloppy and sweet groan. It’s amusing how easily he can drift off to sleep even though you merely took fifteen minutes for a shower. The moment you are about to walk up to the mirror desk his firm buffy arms pull you under his cover. “Fuckkkkk babe! Why are you so cold? And wet too?”, he utters into your ear giving you goosebumps all over your body. “Hey! It's not my fault that I just had a shower and you decided to
to? , he repeats as you pause letting out a soft gasp feeling his nose against your cold nape. His skin feels so warm against yours as he presses his chest against your back, even through the cloth. “I - I just had a shower”, you protest feeling a hard squeeze over your waist muscles exactly weighing up what he is up to.
“all the more reason to make you dirty baby!”, he remarks with a grin sliding his hands under your bathrobe, over your cold skin. You try to face him but he is too quick to have your attention by taking your lips in his. A strong moan escapes your mouth as you feel his flushed aroused cock in between your thighs. You squirm trying to adjust while he aligns his girth along your entrance enough to just graze your pussy.
“Fuck, you’re definitely gonna regret this later...”, you hiss breaking the kiss as he starts to move to and fro, slowly with sloppy thrusts. “Oh yeah?”, he exclaims with amusement cupping your boobs harshly, enough to shut you up and leave you gasping and moaning already.
give yourself a break, and time to listen to friends and family about how they’ve been, and love to everyone especially yourself. take a nap, ease your mind with a hot drink, make yourself comfortable
Honestly it feels shitty of me to do this as I said I wasn’t going to do anything of the sorts again, but honesty I think it’s time I say goodbye to writing fanfics. I’ve been really unmotivated to finish my already started fics and I’ve been having writers block since I don’t know when. After many weeks of thinking about this and what to do, I’ve finally come to terms that I should focus on myself and my studies.
I really enjoyed writing and I’ve made a lot of (good and bad) memories and friends throughout my time on tumblr as a writer which I am forever grateful for. Thank you too all of my moots/friends for sticking by me for all this time.
If you’d still like to keep in contact you can PM me for my discord, twitter, or whatever.
I will be keeping this blog open and monitoring it every once in a while (my fics will stay up until i take them down & my rules still apply). I’ll also come on and read some fics whenever I have time to continue to show my support for my moots. However this is my last and final goodbye as a writer.
texting, calling first because you want to talk to someone does not lower your standards or make you look desperate. not in a friendship. not in a relationship. do not fall for the bullshit that social media feeds you. communicating will never go out of style.
Honestly it feels shitty of me to do this as I said I wasn’t going to do anything of the sorts again, but honesty I think it’s time I say goodbye to writing fanfics. I’ve been really unmotivated to finish my already started fics and I’ve been having writers block since I don’t know when. After many weeks of thinking about this and what to do, I’ve finally come to terms that I should focus on myself and my studies.
I really enjoyed writing and I’ve made a lot of (good and bad) memories and friends throughout my time on tumblr as a writer which I am forever grateful for. Thank you too all of my moots/friends for sticking by me for all this time.
If you’d still like to keep in contact you can PM me for my discord, twitter, or whatever.
I will be keeping this blog open and monitoring it every once in a while (my fics will stay up until i take them down & my rules still apply). I’ll also come on and read some fics whenever I have time to continue to show my support for my moots. However this is my last and final goodbye as a writer.
sitting under a tree in summer. the sound of light rain on a metal roof and old wooden coffee tables. getting so absorbed in a story that hours pass without you noticing. you probably judge people who don't use coasters. your best feature is your hands. you're often pretty logical, but you're also very gentle. you're not aggressive, but you do have strong opinions.
you like gardening. you have a deep need for comfort and security. you like things to make sense. you're afraid of circumstances out of control, but letting go helps you live so much more vividly than you could ever imagine.
thank you for the tag @boosyboo9206 < 3 | tagging @ahtsuwu @oikawaandkuroostan @larkspyrr @di0bran @kodzurin @satorhime @suguruwrx
loud music. laughing at bad horror movies. comfort through sitting in silence together. deep, Intricate forests and dark shades of green and purple. your best feature is probably a birthmark, or maybe your nose. you often look stoic, but when you do smile, it lights up your whole face. you're observant. you probably have a soft spot for kids.
for someone who looks so scary, you have this innate way of making people feel so safe. you're a natural protector. you just want people to have it better than you did. your kindness is subtle. not everyone will see it. but it's the cause of so much healing. even more than you can see.
Thank you for the tag bub I love this sm 😩💛
tagging @larkspyrr @kuroowo @goldenkirstein @suguwu @gg9183 @augustinewrites + anyone else who would like to participate!
midnight phone calls. original art hanging on the wall. indie music. the color blue and the feeling of knowing someone your whole life. you have a striking appearance. your best feature is probably your eyes. you're a rare soul, hard to figure out and impossible to forget. you probably don't speak often, but each word carries weight somehow. even when you're joking, you're revealing a tiny piece of you. you want to be loved so badly. you don't know that you already are.
♡ー I gladly thank you for the tag, dearie. Now then, let's pass this to the next person, shall we? Come hither: @missnevermindroom @theclairedelunemiracle @homicidies @cinemaspopcorn @passionescuppycake and anyone who wishes to reblog. :3
midnight phone calls. original art hanging on the wall. indie music. the color blue and the feeling of knowing someone your whole life. you have a striking appearance. your best feature is probably your eyes. you're a rare soul, hard to figure out and impossible to forget. you probably don't speak often, but each word carries weight somehow. even when you're joking, you're revealing a tiny piece of you. you want to be loved so badly. you don't know that you already are.
— lightning never strikes the same place twice
thank you for the tag ❤️ please ignore if you've already been tagged!! 😣
@mysunvy @mmmiu @ickyism @abilide @187-mg @smalltasteofhoney and @scholarlogy!
the smell of soup cooking in the other room. golden hour sunlight peeking in through the windows. laughter that bounces against the walls and smiles you can't help but mirror. you're easy to approach. your best feature is probably your smile. you don't mind looking silly if it makes people laugh. you're not easily embarrassed. you're calm and you make people feel at ease. you're a good listener because you really really care what they have to say. people leave every interaction with you feeling just a little bit more loved. you're a kind soul, and people can see that. you mean so much more to people than you know.
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