You pushed yourself up onto the counter of the bathroom, watching your boyfriend dampen his face with a warm hand towel, stepping between your legs and sizing you up, “don't cut me like last time, baby.” he grumbles, reaching behind you to grab the shaving cream and dropping it into your hands, chucking the towel aside and resting his hands on your knees.
You smile, legs wrapping around the back of his legs and scooting him closer, his hands sliding up to your mid thigh as you start to lather on the shaving cream, spraying a wasteful amount onto your hands before lathering it onto his jaw. Moving slowly over his stubble, and cupping his cheeks, pushing them together slightly to make his lips pout, a groan escaping his lips “stop that.”
You slide your hands back to his chin spreading some onto his upper lip, and placing a small peck on his lips before wiping off your hands and grabbing his razor, cupping the bottom of his jaw and gently tilting his head up, “I only nipped you last time ‘cause you moved.” you whispered, eyes focusing.
You started on his right cheek, sliding the razor down his cheek bone. He watched in the mirror behind you, watching your soft hands on him, along with your gentle strokes. “You can press harder sweetheart, if you do it too lightly you won't get anything off.” he says, eyes drifting down to your focused expression.
“And if I press harder, I'll end up cutting you again.” you continued to drag the blade over his jaw, movements calculated. He lets out an amused hum, hands moving and tightening on your waist with his fingers pressing into your supple skin that peaked from your shirt.
“Babygirl, I've been shot, stabbed, and beaten. I'm sure I can handle more little cuts from you.” he lets out a low chuckle, leaning a little closer, “your nails have done worse.”
your eyes flicked up to his for a moment, legs squeezing around his, “shut up, Toji.” you huff, warmth blooming on your cheeks as you finish up the last patch on his left cheek, “done.”
He looks back to the mirror, grabbing the towel and wiping the excess cream off, leaning closer to look at your effort. “You know what baby, it's better than last time, and that's what matters.” he smirks, turning his head to kiss your temple.
tags: dilf toji, explicit language, dirty talking, creaming, squirting, mentions of breeding, missionary, riding, creampie, nipple play, spanking, etc.
note: shoutout to oomf who said toji keeps coming back to me, you the inspo for this.
“What are you doing here? It’s not my week—hi megs, mimi!” you diverted your attention from your baby daddy to your adopted son and your daughter, hugging their small bodies; before letting them inside of your house.
Turning back around to block him from getting in, you bring up your question again. “What are you doing here? Don’t think you’re getting any, last time was a mistake.”
“Last time we almost gave those two another sibling and I didn’t hear you complaining when you were screaming my name and scratching my back up, while i made you cum back to back.” You bit your lip as he helped you remember the last time he unexpectedly came over, which led to you having multiple mind blowing orgasms that night; and a pregnancy scare.
“well that’s never gonna happen again. now are you gonna answer me?” you stared at his green eyes, arms folded over one another—unconsciously pushing your boobs up through your black beater.
“megumi’s supposed to be having a sleepover with his best friend, yuuji, at our place, but the plumbing’s backed up for like a good week. so, he asked could we do it at mommy’s house. plus, mimi said she missed her mommy.” you cooed and looked back at your daughter and step-son, watching them play with one another.
and before you could open your mouth up to ask a follow up question, toji beat you to the punch.
“tried to find somewhere else for me to go. but, there wasn’t any hotels available. and i think it would be great for the kids to have both parents under one roof. what do ya think?” he asked and you sighed, before moving aside to let him in.
“bags are in the truck,” he smiled and kissed your cheek, turning on his heel to grab their things from his car.
being in an on again and off again relationship with each other was took a toll on you both, but it was also tough for the kids. they couldn’t understand why mommy and daddy aren’t together, however it was moments like this they were happy to have. and deep down inside, you both felt the same.
Toji returned with their bags and made his way up their stairs to the kids room, and the guest bedroom, with mimi hot on his tail. While the two of them got situated upstairs, megumi followed you into the kitchen to help you with tonight’s meal. You giggled as you watched him put on his mini apron before stepping onto his stool to watch you clean some meat for dinner.
Megumi watched with an intent stare as you moved with ease, learning from you while you cooked. “mommy? do you love dad?”
his question caught you by surprise and you nearly sliced your finger off. “yes, but not as much as i love you,” he giggled when you ruffled his raven locks before focusing back on the meal. although megumi’s mom died when he was a baby, you still loved him like he was your own. and truth be told, you really did love toji; no matter how many times he annoyed you.
“so, then why aren’t you guys married? my friend yuuji said that his dad said if two people love each, they should marry each other. plus, i saw this shiny ring in dad’s room at the other house—“
you eyes were wide. a fucking ring? there’s no way—maybe he’s got someone else in mind…right?
“mm…i don’t know. hey, you wanna have that sleepover still? go get the house phone and I’ll call yuuji’s dad.” you nervously laughed and watched him leave, before sighing out.
there’s no way, right?
—
the next couple of hours flew by, your mind was practically a blur—still caught up on the fact that toji has a ring and that he could possibly propose to you.
even though you guys broke up on good terms, parts of you missed him. real bad. you missed having him in your arms at night. missed his scent being all over you. missed him being with you and the kids. missed having him so deep inside of you almost every night.
and the reason the two of you broke up was because of him. he pushed you away, pushed you away from his heart.
yuuji came over and was having a ball with your kids, before the three of them crashed for the night, finally allowing you to have some time for yourself. you lounged on your plush brown couch, glass of wine in your hand as you caught up with one of your favorite shows, when toji’s deep voice echoed through your ears.
“knew I would find you here. what are ya watching?”
“uhh supernatural….toji can i ask you a question?”
“ya just did,” he chuckled and ducked when you hit him in the head with a throw pillow. “you know what i meant.” he nodded and you sipped some more of your wine before turning to look at him, your heart beating out of your chest; while you felt a heartbeat elsewhere.
“the ring you have, is that for me?” there was pause and his eyes caught yours. and before he could open his mouth, you spoke once more.
“meg’s told me you had it. do you really wanna marry me? do you think—“ your nervous rambling was caught off by his lips. the scar on his upper lip rubbing smoothly against yours, making you moan out. and when he pulled away, you whimpered; yearning for more.
“gotta teach him to keep secrets. damn big mouth.” he teased megumi and you gave him a slight kick, giggling at him, before he pulled you onto his lap—your plush thighs melting against his waist.
“but, yeah. ‘m gonna marry you. make you mine and pump you full of my babies,” his last comment sent shivers up your spine and you could feel your panties moisten with arousal. the tension was overwhelming and you couldn’t take it anymore. you crawled off his lap and swiftly pulled his dark grey sweatpants down to his knees, making his fat cock spring to life; before you immediately wrapped your plump lips around his head.
toji sucked in some air and tangled his thick fingers in your hair, pulling it while you worked your way down his dick. his cock was coated with your salvia, dripping down from his angry red tip—to the top of his balls, before you scooped it up and rubbed it all over him.
he was in pure bliss. basking in the sheer pleasure you were giving him. his jaw clenching as you made a sloppy messy on him, trying to suppress the moans that wanted to slip; until you swirled against his frenulum & teased his tip, making him loudly groan out.
you released him with a ‘pop’ sound echoing, your small hands jerking him off while you maintained eye contact with him, “shhh don’t wanna wake them up. now do we?” the look on his face sent a jolt of electricity up your spine and to your aching cunt, causing a switch to flip inside of you.
he watched you quickly pull your panties down, your slick sticking to the fabric, webs of your arousal following; before you squatted down onto his lap once more. “need you inside. need you to cum deep inside of me.”
you whined when you pushed him in, walls immediately stretching out and wrapping around him. this is what he missed. this is why he kept coming back…..well, one of the reasons.
his hands met your hips and helped guide you up and down on his dick, tip pressing into your cervix every once and a while. it didn’t take long for the moans to flow out freely from your mouth as you continued to bounce, stuffing you. and soon, you became even more gushy, cunt squelching while cream started form around his base—sticking to your skin while you moved.
“fuck you’re so tight. missed this pussy,” his hands collide with your ass, the fat rippling from the impact. he gripped the globes of your ass, loving the soft fat, before resting his hands on one of your cheeks.
everything about this felt sooo good. the noises you created and the touches he was giving you, was sheer bliss and you could feel an orgasm approaching. toji could feel you clenching down on him repeatedly and he groaned at the sensation. with his free hand he pulled the sleeves to your beater down—pushing it down a little—before putting one of your plump mounds into his mouth.
the warm, wet feeling of his mouth made you throw your head back; still enduring the workout of bouncing on his fat cock.
he didn’t know how he was able to last this long inside of you, especially with how long it’s been since the last time and the unbelievable head you gave him. but, he was nearing his end too.
you could feel his hands move to your waist, before your back met the soft plushness of the couch and your legs were planted at his sides. now, his cock was nestled deep inside of your tummy, hitting your spot each time he thrusted.
toji reached underneath your thighs and pulled out your wet sticky underwear, putting it into your mouth to muffle the lewd noises that left your lips. your eyes was rolling back into your head as he fucked an orgasm out of you. well, that is until he pulled you by your hair; forcing you to watch him fuck everything out of you.
“look at the mess yer makin—shit! cum for me mamas”
oh the mess you made.
specks of white blurred your vision as you stomach caved in and a stream of clear fluid splashed out, drenching his black t-shirt and the cushions underneath. you had reached nirvana, but the pleasure didn’t stop there.
toji’s grip on your hair tightened while he pounded your cunt silly—splitting you open, pumping thick white ropes of his seed inside of you.
unable to formulate any words, he just smashed his lips onto yours; hands around your neck as the two of you shared the best orgasms of your lives.
this was it. this is exactly what you wanted. what he needed. why he kept coming back.
he sat back, catching his breath while you started to come back to reality, staring at you with pure love. “guess we gotta order a new crib. hm?”
your mother just died, and grief has a funny way of making strangers feel familiar. with no one else to turn to, you keep writing letters to the inmate who unexpectedly wrote back. he's attentive, patient, and the only person who never tells you how to grieve. if only you'd done a little research first—you might've discovered your mysterious pen pal is a convicted serial killer.
pairing: prisoner!serialkiller!toji x college!reader (18+)
cw: dark romance, mature content (18+), explicit language, violence, morally grey character, age gap (reader is 22 and toji is 34), prisoner!toji, serial killer!toji, pen pals, dark humor, hurt/comfort, grief, death of a parent, loss, emotional dependence, possessive behavior, reader has daddy issues, he’s only soft for her, updating tags soon
notes: i’ve read a few pen pal dark romance tropes, esp with the mc in prison and I guess i’m finally inspired to write mine. toji as a prisoner just does some things to me. hope u guys like this one, it’s my first time writing a dark romance type of fic. enjoy!
this work is fictional. the author does not condone real-life relationships with incarcerated individuals or violent offenders.
ageless blogs and minors: DNI!
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01
“I'm sorry,” someone claiming to be a dear friend of your mother’s patted your shoulder. You didn't care to turn to acknowledge her, just staring at the headstone where your mother's name was engraved. The longer you stared at it, the worse you felt as you recalled her being buried six feet deep into the ground.
You barely paid attention to the ceremony, and you didn't even try to give one last message. It was a funeral, for Christ's sake. Solemnity was the only thing that should matter. You weren’t going to bawl your eyes out because you've had enough of that at the hospital, where she died. The priest gave you a look that you hated — pity — when you refused to give a speech in front of the people who didn't even know your mother's favorite food.
What was pitying in not wanting to be transparent to strangers? That should stay between you and your mother, and you're not going to thank the people for attending her funeral. There's nothing to be thankful for.
As the few remaining people left, some of whom tried to pay their respects with a pat or a side hug, you didn't bother responding. An hour later, you were the only one left standing — dressed in all black, even holding a black umbrella, paired with a black coat, handkerchief, and shoes. It was like you were cosplaying. Cosplaying as someone who hid their feelings well underneath the monochrome clothing.
How could they take her away from you? She still had dreams at her age, and she wanted to travel more. At the hospital three days ago, she even told you she'd join a book club when she got discharged and tag you along, to which you rolled your eyes at. She was happy and full of energy… why did it end so quickly?
You remember dumping your coffee in the nearby trash and running to her room. They didn't even let you in, restraining you when you tried to pull away so you could get to her. But it was too late. Your chest tightened at the sound of the flatline. The sound haunted you so much that you could still hear it, even now.
Drifting back to reality, you gripped the flowers in your hand — lilies, to be exact — and bent down to lay them on her grave. You felt your throat tightening at her name on the tombstone. Scanning it, you brushed away some dirt then caressed it.
“I know you like lilies, so…” You set the bouquet against the headstone before stepping back. You could almost picture the smile she'd give you. In your current state, she'd probably tease you for spending money on flowers.
“Don't complain that they're expensive.” Your lips twitched, waiting for the familiar retort that never came.
You clicked your tongue.
“No complaints, huh? Yeah, figures.”
You stared at her polished stone, gripping the umbrella in your hand. It was ridiculous, really. Four days ago she'd been arguing with a nurse over hospital food, insisting she'd make better curry once she got home.
Now she was a name carved into granite.
You refused to believe it. Or even understand it.
The funeral had made one thing painfully obvious, and it was that everyone expected you to cry. They expected a sobbing daughter, one who would stand before them and pour her heart out for people who barely knew your mother.
Most of them were relatives you'd met once or twice in your life. The rest were her so-called dear friends—the same people who never visited her in the hospital, never called to ask how she was doing, and somehow still found the time to mourn her in public. They looked at you with pity when you refused to give a speech.
As if you were the strange one.
Screw that.
You shoved your right hand inside the pocket of your coat when you felt the urge to touch the stone again. You blew out a breath, chuckling without humor. "Who am I supposed to complain to now?" It came out harsher than intended.
The silence irritated you.
That wasn't her. It was just a piece of rock with her name carved on it.
So why were you still talking?
You took one last look at her before you turned slowly, making your way to your mom's car—which was now yours. The drive back to the house felt dreadfully long, but maybe it was because you drove too slowly. You could still feel her presence in the car, which made you grip the steering wheel tighter.
Once you made it there, you stayed inside the car for a few moments. With a sigh, you rested your forehead against the wheel.
How the hell are you going to stay inside the house? You'd lived with your mother until your freshman year of college. During the summer before your sophomore year, she insisted that you learn to live on your own. She didn't want you to be caged in your house, and she wanted you to explore life for yourself. That's why she made you move into a dorm.
You even tried to talk her out of it, but she stood her ground. “Stop it and do what I tell you. You're going to regret living with me until you're single and old,” she said.
And you did. You regretted leaving her, because if you hadn't, you would've been able to take care of her.
Ever since you were a toddler with no father in sight, you'd only ever grown comfortable with your mother's presence. For the first time in your life, you were miles away from her, so you'd often call whenever you were free and didn't have any coursework to do. It was a routine the two of you had. She was practically your best friend, since she knew almost everything that happened in your life.
You didn't have a best friend other than your mother. Well, you did once, but it didn't end well. It was the reason you had trust issues whenever someone tried to befriend you. The only person you could call a friend now was Faye, but you'd kept your guard up ever since the incident, so you never really tried to get any closer to her.
So, you had no one. It was just you and your mother, until she died.
Sitting in silence grew uncomfortable as moments passed, so you grabbed your things and got out of the car. Your steps felt heavier as you approached the front door. The last time you were here was this morning, when you had numbly dressed for the funeral. You hadn't had the time to dwell on your mother's absence.
Now that the ceremony was over, there was plenty of time to notice her absence. Her shoes in the corner, the flower vase on the coffee table, her keys hanging from the wall-mounted key rack, and her scent lingering in the air.
Stupid fucking disease.
You removed your coat and threw it on the sofa, not before picking it up again to hang it on the coat rack—as if your mother were there to scold you. The house was eerily quiet, so you made your way to your bedroom, one you hadn't slept in for a few months.
As you opened the door to your room, you were greeted by the stale scent caused by trapped air. Everything was exactly where you'd left it — which somehow made it worse. You inhaled deeply, memories flooding back, eyeing the bed that you once cried on when you and your mother had a fight. It was about your absent father — how you'd asked your mother about him, only for her to shrug off your curiosity. Now, you knew why she acted like that. She just didn't want to talk about the man who hurt you both.
You never asked about him after that.
Taking slow steps, your eyes roamed around your childhood room. A lump formed in your throat as your vision blurred at the edges before you forced it back, jaw clenched. You'd had enough of crying. You already did plenty of that this week, and you didn't want to lose your streak of not bawling your eyes out on the day of her funeral.
You sat on the edge of the bed, and caressed the flat sheets. She probably washed this every now and then while you were away. A small smile formed on your lips — before you caught yourself and let it fall. Habit, maybe. Old enough that it didn't need an audience anymore.
She was too good for this world, anyway.
It felt like hours before you decided to move and change out of your funeral-outfit cosplay. The bathroom was the only place where you could be yourself without expectant looks from others. You scrubbed your skin raw under the shower until it reddened, making you numb — as if the cold water could erase the feeling of solitude threatening to drown you. Everything was numb, even when you pinched yourself and rested your head against the wall.
A tear slid down your cheek, the water washing it down quickly. You didn't bother stopping it as it continuously flowed, letting yourself feel vulnerable, if only for a moment. A sound escaped you, something between a laugh and a sob. You didn't recognize your own voice.
Was this what everyone wanted from you today? To crumble, to sob, to prove you loved her? Screw them for wanting it. But here you were, alone, doing it anyway — just for yourself this time.
Well, you were human after all. Fuck the streak. Fuck cancer. Fuck everyone else.
A few hours later, drained of whatever that was in the shower, you found yourself in the kitchen — doing something you didn't even know you had a skill for: baking cookies. You didn't even know why your feet dragged you here. Maybe because the smell of her in the kitchen still lingered, or a distant memory of her teaching you how to bake.
Either way, you were going to bake cookies even if you could feel the exhaustion in your bones.
Kneading the dough with more force than necessary, you decided that the silence was deafening. You wiped your hands and went to your room to grab your phone. There were messages from Faye, from the nurse in the hospital, and others from distant relatives. You cleared all notifications and played a song that would distract your thoughts.
Finally, your attention was solely on the cookie you were attempting to bake. Tasting it, you tilted your head, unsure. You weren't an expert cookie baker, but at least Gordon Ramsay wasn't here to scold you for the mediocre batch. Eh, that was good enough for now.
After a few minutes of letting it sit inside the oven, you opened it and were met by how good it smelled. Guess that wasn't so bad, huh? The corner of your lips tipped, impressed by your work. You grabbed one cookie and blew on it before taking a small bite. Okay, that wasn't the best, but not the worst either.
You were suddenly motivated to bake more batches, not even thinking about how you were going to finish it all by yourself. Your neighbors probably knew you just came home from your mother's funeral, so you weren't planning on giving them cookies. They'd probably think it was poisoned, that you'd lost your mind, or that you were heartless for "celebrating."
A bowl filled with cookies and a cold juice in your hands, you decided to watch something. You decided to continue the series you were watching, Sex and the City. It was halfway through the episode when you finished your first batch of cookies. You kept watching, keeping yourself entertained, until you reached the episode where Miranda's mother died. What a coincidence.
She represented you in a way — wanting to put on a front, too damn stubborn to let her feelings out. The queen of suppression. Damn, was this episode written for you?
You decided you'd had enough of watching yourself on screen and turned it off. But the silence enveloping the room made you turn it on again, mindlessly flicking over the channels.
You landed on a news channel, the anchor's voice steady and practiced. You almost changed it, but something he mentioned made you pause.
“...and in tonight's special segment, we take a look at an initiative that's been gaining quiet attention across state correctional facilities — inmate pen-pal programs.”
You blinked at the screen, thumb hovering over the remote as your curiosity grew.
The screen cut to a woman being interviewed, her expression somewhere between hopeful and tired, judging by the circles under her eyes. “I never thought I'd be the one writing to a stranger in prison,” she said. “But he replies to every letter. Some of these men just don't have anyone left in their lives.”
The segment cut to file footage of rows of cells, hands gripping bars, a man sitting alone at a metal table with nothing but a pen and paper in front of him. The anchor's voiceover mentioned something about reduced reoffending rates, about isolation being one of the biggest challenges inside the system, about people who hadn't received a single letter in years.
At the bottom of the screen, a number scrolled by along with a website — some organization that matched volunteers with inmates who'd opted in to receive mail.
You didn't write it down. You didn't need to. Some prisons, the segment mentioned, accepted mail addressed simply to the facility, no name required, sorted and distributed among inmates who wanted correspondence. The woman’s words rang in your head, “Some of these men just don’t have anyone left in their lives.”
You sat there long after the segment ended, your juice forgotten as it left a moist ring on your coffee table.
Someone with no one left, huh.
The thought sat there, uninvited, refusing to leave. You bit your lower lip hard, staring into space. You told yourself it was stupid. You told yourself you'd forget about it by morning.
You didn't.
It was currently 2:00 AM, a tab open on your laptop, the search bar reading: how to send letters to prison. You told yourself it was crazy. You almost shut down your laptop and tucked yourself into bed to sleep, so you could forget the ridiculous idea forming in your head. But you kept staring at the pen and paper laying on your night table, as if it were teasing you.
“Shit,” you mumbled to yourself, gnawing your lower lip until it drew blood and woke you up.
After a quick debate with yourself, you gave in to the urge and snatched the paper and pen off the table. You exhaled deeply and closed your eyes for a moment. Were you really going to do this? Your eyes fell to the paper in your hand, staring at it as if it would disappear. It didn’t.
You took that as a sign to pull yourself out of bed, turned the lamp on your study table, then sat on the chair. Laid out before you were the paper and pen, and whatever was left of your pride. With shaky hands, you grabbed the pen… and started writing.
Surprisingly, you weren't nervous about the writing itself — the words came easier than expected. What made it nerve-wracking was knowing your dignity was on the line, but you poured your heart into the letter anyway. Without pausing, you wrote whatever you were feeling in the moment, letting it all spill onto the page.
Hi.
I don't know if anyone would read this, or if anyone in prison would even want a letter from a stranger who didn't ask for a name. I just needed to send it somewhere. So if this doesn't get burned or torn, I guess I'll try to make it worth reading.
My mother died two days ago. I don't think I'd ever really known grief until now. It was a weird feeling — loss. I just lost someone I loved, and here I am, baking cookies just to distract myself.
I wasn't someone who talked to people about my feelings, and I think this is the best way to let it out. Crazy and sad, but I didn't have anyone left. I lost everyone. Never had a father growing up, a couple of friends along the way, but they weren't the type to stay.
The last time I talked to her, I was excited to shop for a dress for my graduation. I'll be graduating in a week, but I can't bring myself to look forward to it. My mom was the only person I had, and she was supposed to be there.
Honestly, this was an impulsive decision — it's currently 2:34 AM. I couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to rely on sleeping pills. I love my mother, but I wasn't about to become a ghost story too by following her.
I just had to let this out. It's fine if no one reads this, or if you read this and think it's weird to receive a letter from a grieving 20-something. I'll be alright knowing I delivered it to the right address, because from what I've heard, it's boring in prison. Unless you gained pals there, well… good for you. 0 - me, 1 - you.
Thanks for reading this far, if you did.
Hope you’re having a great day there. You’re probably doing better than me.
Sincerely,
a girl who should be sleeping
Once you filled the whole paper with words you didn't know you'd say to someone, you scanned it thoroughly. A small part of you felt hopeful about the response, while the other felt pathetic and alone.
Were you that lonely, resorting to opening up to a prisoner by sending a letter about your mom's death? Someone who'd probably committed heinous crimes — or maybe hadn't, maybe they'd been wronged and didn't deserve to be there at all. Either way, someone locked up behind bars.
Reading it over and over again, you contemplated whether you'd send it or not.
What could go wrong? At this moment, you couldn't think of anything. It was a harmless letter, one that a prisoner would read and probably judge you by how you wrote it.
You folded the letter carefully, sliding it into the envelope before sealing it shut. Grabbing a pen, you hovered over the blank space meant for a return address.
Your hand stayed frozen there for a moment too long.
Did you actually want a stranger — a prisoner — to know where you lived? The thought alone made you pause, chewing the inside of your cheek. But then again, what were the odds he'd even reply? You were just some random name attached to a random letter, one of probably hundreds he'd never bother responding to.
Actually, scratch that. He wouldn't even know your name since you didn't write it.
You settled on writing just your address, leaving your name out of it entirely. If this whole thing turned out to be a mistake, at least you'd have that much control over it. Satisfied, you capped the pen and set the envelope on your desk, staring at it for a long moment before finally allowing yourself to exhale.
Tomorrow, you decided. You'd mail it tomorrow, once the sun was up and this 2 AM impulse didn't feel quite as insane as it probably was.
Sleep didn't take over. You barely slept — if you could even call it sleep, when it was just a nap.
Three hours of tossing and turning, you gave up and groaned. Sitting up, you rubbed your tired eyes, a yawn escaping your mouth. You were so tired, but apparently not tired enough to actually get any real sleep.
And you blamed it on the envelope sitting on your table.
Narrowing your eyes at it, you averted your gaze to ignore it and decided to wash your face. You stared at yourself in the mirror, noticing the dark circles under your eyes, fatigue evident on your features. Not wanting to be more depressed, you turned away from the mirror and made your way to the table.
You reached for the envelope that contained your feelings. The more you looked at it, the more the anxiety grew. It's just a simple letter, calm down, you told yourself. Yeah, a simple letter that would let a prisoner take a glimpse at your vulnerability.
Once you were done beating yourself up over some letter, you grabbed your keys, put on a hoodie, and left the house at six in the morning. You drove to the nearest post office, glancing at the envelope on the passenger seat every so often, as if making sure it hadn't disappeared.
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you stepped out of your car with the envelope in hand. The line was short, a few people ahead of you, each one making the wait feel unbearably long, the anxiety growing with every passing minute.
When it was finally your turn, you slid the envelope across the counter almost too quickly, as if speed would keep you from changing your mind.
“Just this one?” the clerk asked, barely looking up.
“Yeah,” you said quietly, fiddling with the sleeve of your hoodie. “Just this one.”
You watched it disappear into the outgoing mail bin, and something in your chest tightened.
There was no taking it back now.
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notes: there's a few SATC references in here because fun fact... I had this exact idea a few days ago while watching that specific episode where miranda's mother dies. I wanted to write prisoner!Toji and a pen-pal dark romance, and then, cherry on top, I was watching that SATC episode at the same time. which is also how the title "mama, I'm in love with a criminal" came to be. short rant over. hope you liked this one :) I'll try to update frequently!
credits to @angeliicide & @uzmacchiato for the dividers <3
toji’s large hand groped your plush cheeks as he absolutely pounded into you. his hips, after what? two to three hours of relentless fucking—was still full and bursting with energy.
as you buried your face into a pillow, you moaned so loud that probably all of the world can hear it; thank god for that pillow. your pussy tightened around his huge cock—which made toji’s pleasure go waaaaay up. guess what? his body subconsciously went faster, he was holding back; but fuck, you drove him crazy,
“t—toji!” you scream into the pillow, muffled. his hands, left your supple skin and smacked it hard enough to see a red stain form on the skin. “hm? what? finish your sentence, princess.” he chuckled, his thrusts getting rougher; his tip perfectly hitting your g-spot over, and over, and over.
you whimper deafeningly, your legs trembling with exhaustion yet need. your body couldn’t take it anymore—but also longed for more of his thick dick that destroyed your pussy. he growled lowly, his voice coated with hunger. his large hand grasped your throat harshly, his fingers curling around your neck as caressing the soft skin.
“‘m gonna cum in you, doll.” he grunted before his thrusts stuttered, and his ropes of warm, white oozed out of his cock; seeping out of your tight… hole.
this was definitely what mamaguro got I BETTTT. anyways this rotted in my drafts for so long
Toji could barely focus on the meeting with Y/N. She was so clumsy and it was endearing in a way. He wanted to know more about her, to see if she was as quirky as she seemed.
"I'm sorry," Y/N apologized for the fifth time that day. "I'll try to be more careful."
"It's okay," Toji said with a smile. "You're just new here, I'm sure you'll get the hang of things soon."
Y/N blushed at his words and Toji found himself wanting her even more. There was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but he knew he had to have her. Over the course of the Interview he would notice small movements she made. He knew she was nervous, but that only made him want her more.
Eventually the interview came to an end and Toji offered Y/N a job on the spot. She was ecstatic and accepted without hesitation. As they walked out of the office together, Toji took her hand in his own and squeezed gently.
✩ warnings & tags: ovulation, age gap (readers in her mid 20s & toji is late 30s), creampie, breeding kink, overstimulation, blow job, couch sex, etc.
✩ ✩ living with your ex-boyfriend/baby daddy is a hassle, but sometimes it’s for the best.
“bye my babies! have a good day at school—I love you!” you waved from the door as you watched your kids boarded the yellow school bus; with it driving off into the distance. you closed the door and sighed, turning around to see your messy living room. you rolled your eyes and began to pick up the clothes that were strewn across the floor.
‘his ass couldn’t help me clean up before he left?’ you cursed to yourself, thinking about your lazy ass baby father.
the two of you had one child together, your daughter; tomie, who was the light of your life and the one of the only good things to come from your previous relationship. in addition to your daughter, you gained a step-child; megumi. even though you & toji never married, you considered the boy as your own—loving him like his mother should’ve.
toji and megumi were forced to move in with you after a fault wire in the house caused a fire. you had speculated that toji was the cause for it, but he kept denying it everytime.
toji stayed home most of them time, since his job didn’t need him currently and you thought having him around would be good. but, you thought wrong. he hardly helped around the house, leaving you to clean the messes that him and your children made, he hardly cooked—which you were kinda glad about; you didn’t trust him to defrost chicken. however, he was an amazing dad to your two kids and wouldn’t knock him for that.
as you swept the floor, the sound of the front door being opened and closed alerted you and you turn your head, ready to fuss at your baby daddy. “toji! when are you going to—.” toji stepped into the living room, sweaty and shirtless—and as your eyes followed a sweat bead that dripped down his chest, the hem of his grey sweatpants caught your attention; and they fixtated there.
you could see the imprint of his dick and your thighs pressed together, as you began to remember all about it and how it made you feel.
“yer’ gonna quit your staring or what?” toji’s deep voice brought you back to reality and you immediately went back to yelling at him.
“can you start fucking helping me around here? im getting swamped! its bad eno—.” he walked up to you and cut you off, holding your chin up with his hand. “alright, you take a bath and I’ll handle the house. I’ll cook something to eat too.”
never in a million years did you think toji would cook or clean for you, but you weren’t about to pass it up. you nodded and scurried off to the bathroom that was adjoined to your bedroom and immediately drew a nice bubble bath. you put in your favorite scents and even lit a few candles, before you turned off the steaming water.
peeling off your clothes, you cringed when you got to your blue panties—the coldness of your arousal stuck to your lips as you peeled it off. it’s amazed you how he could still make you feel that way, without even touching him. it’s like your body was molded for him, it craved him at every moment. and as you sat in the bathtub trying to forget about it, your body and mind betrayed you. just the thought of him freeballing in those grey sweatpants, had your nipples hardening and your cunt gushing.
toji’s body looked like it was sculpted by gods, it was perfect. the way each ab and muscle were defined was mind boggling. you found yourself laying against the cool porcelain tub, teasing your hard nipples while you pinched your clit between two of your fingers.
“fuck toji~!” you moaned out softly, the subtle pleasure coursing through your body. you stopped pinching your clit and started rubbing it, eyes rolling back as it throbbed on your middle finger. imaging toji’s fingers replacing yours on your pretty little clit had your toes curling and your cunt spasming like crazy; cumming hard as the bubbles sloshed around you.
you sat there breathless for while before you got the strength to clean your body and drain the tub. rummaging through your closet, you found one toji’s old tshirts that your kept—slipping it on along with your slippers, before walking out of your bedroom.
the smell of food cooking made your stomach growl and as you turned the corner into the kitchen, the sight in front of you made you cover your mouth with eyes. your baby daddy was standing in front of the stove, stirring up whatever food was in the pan his muscles flexing with each movement. those infamous grey sweatpants sat low, showing the start of his toned ass.
you wanted him so bad right now, you could feel yourself getting more aroused by the second—and you had to do everything in your power to stop it, despite the thumping you felt down below.
“is this a dream? never thought i would get to see you cook. it’s like a miracle,” he snickered as you teased him, still stirring up his dish; before turning the burners off.
“taste this, mama~” he called you by the old nickname he gave you and it made you melt. you opened the mouth and accepted the savory taste of chicken and rice, unable to help the moan that escaped your mouth. his scarred lips turned up into a smirk and he grabbed two bowls, making one for him and you. toji led the way to the living room, putting the bowls on the coffee table, before going back to get you both something to drink.
“after all this time, you’ve decided to finally cook. why haven’t you cooked? and you cleaned the house? what’s the reason—you think you’re getting some?” you teased and he let out a roaring laugh, scooping up a spoonful of his food, before he got serious.
“I never cooked because I knew you enjoyed it. I could tell it was a way to help you distress and unwind, the same thing with cleaning the house. this is your house, I don’t wanna mess it up—mama~” your heart warmed, you did love cooking and cleaning, especially when you were stressed. you felt bad, he didn’t consider this as his house and you never gave him the opportunity to. even though the breakup between you two was mutual, you always gave him hell.
“toji….this is your house. despite everything, i love having you here—and the kids can see it too, i think they like seeing their parents together.” you spoke softly, innocently placing your hand on his crotch. he smiled and pinched your nose, turning to drink his beer; while you stared at his pretty face.
the way his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the rich beverage, had you pressing your thighs together—feeling yourself get wet. your eyes traveled to where you hand was and you slowly started to rub that spot, causing his eyes to advert over to yours. he raised his eyebrow and watched you, that sexy little look on your face that he knew too well—made his dick swell.
“it’s been a while, think you can handle me still?” he asked, a smirk etched onto his lips and you nodded slowly. he put down the bear bottle and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, his tongue swirling on yours. you bit his bottom lip as you pulled away before pulling his sweatpants, making his cock spring free. he was huge, his tannish cock had nice girth to it—along with two veins running from tip to base. he looked bigger than you last remembered, and it made your mouth water; from fear and sheer arousal.
you swallowed and immediately enveloped your mouth around it, the sticky—salty taste of his precum entering your mouth, making you moan out. “shit girl, just like that~” his hand pushed your head down, making you take him deeper in your mouth. you gagged from the force, but quickly got used to it. spit, pooled and trickled out the side of your mouth, and the sounds of your lewdness echoed through the living room.
he reached over behind you, and lifted up your t-shirt, shocked to see that you weren’t wearing any panties; but even more shocked to feel how soaking wet you were. he smirked and slapped your ass, hard, making you choke on his dick—as a result of you trying to yelp. he slid his finger up and down your slit, sending chills up your body, coating his middle finger in your slick—inserting it inside of you afterwords.
the two of you moved in sync, his fingers pumping fast inside of you while you sucked his cock; hitting all the right spots. he inserted another, curling his fingers up to rub against your g-spot, while you gripped his balls, massaging them as you deep throated him.
and you both could feel each other twitching, release approaching the both of you hard—no longer able to hold back, the two of you climaxed. his creamy white load warmed up your mouth, while you creamed on his fingers. pulling back, you swallowed every last bit of his cum, savoring it as it went down, before kissing him; letting him taste himself. he pushed his fingers into your mouth letting you do the same, turning you on even more.
you stood up on the couch, hovering your cunt over his crotch, “sure you can ta—shit!~”
you cut him off as you sat down on his dick, letting him stretch you out in go. you took your bottom lip between your teeth, getting used to his size—walls clenching on him as you sat there. and when you slowly began to bounce, he couldn’t help the small moan that left his mouth. you threw your head back as you bounced on his dick, cunt creaming all over him. you were beyond wet, pussy squelching and queefing—taking his cock like a good girl.
“missed…this….—mhm—this dick~.” moaning in between your words, gripping his shoulder while you rode him, jiggling your ass ever so often. he grunted, loving how fucked out you looked—putting two fingers in your mouth; sucking them with no hesitation.
with this other hand, he sent smacks to your ass—loud popping sounds vibrating throughout the living room. toji loved your body, especially after you gave birth to your daughter. he loved how plushy and fuller you became; ass more plumper each day.
he could feel you clench down, walls moving frantically.
“that’s it mama, cum for me. show daddy how much you wanted this dick~.” toji sent another smack to your ass and you threw your head back, only for him to grab you by your cheeks; forcing you to look at him while you cum.
face contorted with pleasure and your eyes were peppered with little black spots, while you rode out your orgasm. he pulled you into a kiss once more, letting you slowly grind on him. taking you by suprise, he picked you up, sitting down on the rug beneath you and making you turn around. your phat ass was facing him and your face was deep into the soft beige couch, moaning once he pushed back into your sensitive cunt.
toji held onto your waist and watched as your ass wobbled against him, clapping with each stroke. he loved to watch it move, the stretch marks painted against the smooth skin, and the way it rippled when he thrusted into you. you eyes were rolled back to the whites, mewling as you took his dick—gripping the cushions as he rubbed that spot.
PLAP. PLAP. SMACK!
toji was slowly losing his mind from the sounds of your rough love making, his cock twitching inside of you with each stroke.
“cum for me! please—feels sho gud—“ he stuck his fingers in your mouth once again, pounding your pretty cunt sloppy.
“you looked so good pregnant with my seed—i can breed this pussy? wanna put another baby in ya” he grunted, giving you deep and powerful strokes. you mindlessly nodded your head, feeling your orgasm increasing.
his hips slammed into yours, his cock twitching before he finally released—making your belly warm with his cum. “yes daddy—fill me up so good’~” he slapped your ass, drilling your pussy while continuing to dump his milky load inside of you. he wasn’t stopping till you got yours and with his movements, you weren’t far behind.
you let out a loud moan, eyes rolling back deep into your head, cunt clenching so tight around him—you drained more ‘milk’ out of him. a powerful stream of clear fluid, pushed out of you; forcing him out with a loud queef following. toji plugged his finger up into your cunt, fingering you hard during the span of you squirting all over the run beneath you.
calming down, he pulled you by your chin and kissed you; melting into his touch.
“I’ll draw you a bath and pick up the kids, go get some rest mama” he picked you up with ease and walked you both to the bathroom.
you saw the kids off to the bus stop, forcing a smile on your face before you closed the door shut. you raced to the bathroom, to cough up the nasty warm liquid that came up—flushing the porcelain toilet. you groaned, touching your boobs which were oddly tender, and sat on the toilet. you reached into the stand beside it and pulled out two clear blue pregnancy tests.
while you waited for the results, toji came home from his morning job—body covered in hard work and sweat. “y/n? where you at mama?” he called out to you, looking around the house, only to not hear a reply. entering the bedroom, he saw the bathroom’s door halfway closed and he made his way over to it, knocking before entering.
you stood up and held the two positive pregnancy tests, folding your free arm under your chest.
the way I’ve been thinking about this man and i don’t even watch jjk, ughhh i love dilfs
husband!Toji x F!reader
summary: a month after you had your baby, you’re lactating and toji can’t help but to taste…
warnings: you already know that if it’s toji it’s gonna be nothing but FUCKING. we got lactation, creampie, nipple play and more! minors dni and i mean it!
your breasts were looking bigger than before and you had to thank your child for that. ever since you had got pregnant with your baby, your breasts have doubled in size. and after you gave birth they had gotten more full due to you producing milk. they had became more sensitive too, even the slightest brush against them would cause your supply to leak. even although you were hesitant about the change in your body, you had slowly grew to like it. you loved your stretch marks that were painted on your skin and the glow that stayed even after your pregnancy.
but, you weren’t the only one loving the change to your body. your husband couldn’t keep his hands off of you. he loved your pudge, the stretch marks that were all over your ass and most of all he loved your boobs. he made sure you felt loved during this time too and never judged your for how your body changed either.
the three of you were currently at your close friends house. they were throwing a barbecue and you decided this would be the perfect time for everyone to meet your newest edition. you were wearing a yellow sundress that accentuated your curves. you looked how you felt, beautiful. toji couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole time you guys were there either. every time you moved his eyes followed and he could feel himself harden when you leaned down to pick up your baby, which gave him a view of your full and perky breasts.
“damn toji. don’t pounce on her, she just had a baby!” gojo joked, catching his friend stare you down. toji chuckled and looked away, trying to make himself relax so his boner would go down. “when was the last time you guys had sex?” gojo wondered, having no filter with his question. well, that’s just how gojo was, blunt and nosy. Toji sighed and picked up his half empty beer bottle, sipping what was left, “we hadn’t. i didn’t want to do anything with her ever since she had the baby. i wanted her to enjoy being a mother before doing things with her.”
toji had respected and loved you so much. he loved that you carried the love that you two shared into the world and wanted to give you space once the baby came into the world. yes, he wanted to have you around his cock every single second, but he knew that this beginning stage was very crucial for you and he did not want to mess it up. “damn could you marry me too?” the white haired male joked earning an elbow from toji, before he got up to go get them more beers.
after handing your small child to their godfather, nanami, you made your way over to the cooler as well; needing a cool drink to help beat the sun’s rays. as you dipped down in the cooler another hand met yours and you looked up, meeting gojo’s blue eyes. you smiled and grabbed your drink, before he pulled you into a hug. but, when you feel the coolness of his drink accidentally sweep over your nipples, you immediately pulled away and held yourself as you knew what would follow next.
toji immediately noticed what happened and before he could even reach you, you quickly walked away and into the big house behind you. he quickly turned to gojo, anger over his face as he wondered what the hell did he do to his wife. “nothing! i swear” but little did he know that he actually did.
toji quickly followed behind you, searching the house until he found you in the bathroom, standing away from the door with the top of your dress pulled down. his dick hardened in his pants as he watched the white fluid leak from your breasts. you moaned softly as milk continued to spill out from your nipples and onto your glowy skin. your nipples were overly sensitive and due the coldness from gojo’s drink, it had caused them to rapidly leak.
hearing you moan and the sight in front of him was enough for him to take you right there. he closed the door behind him, startling you, but you softened when you saw that it was your husband. “toji~” you spoke but was cut short from a moan leaving your lips. he said nothing, walking over to you before he reached up and fondled your breast. this time you moaned louder, which made you bite your lip in response. he wasted no time and brought both of your leaking nipples into his mouth, sucking and swallowing the sweet milk that flowed out.
you were a little worried though, not about having enough milk for the baby, but about if you were ever going to stop leaking. the more toji swirled his tongue around your perky buttons, the closer your orgasm came. “baby…~” you breathed out, your hand latching onto his raven colored hair, letting him know that you were close. he fondled your boobs more while he continued to drink your lactation, nibbling softly on your nipples as your climax approached you. your eyes rolled back as you squeezed your thighs together, cumming right in your spot.
milk poured out more heavily and he drank every last bit as you rode out your explosive orgasm. a ‘pop’ sound echoed once he removed himself from your nipples, droplets of milk evident on the corners of his mouth which he happily licked up. “taste so sweet~” he whispered, pulling you into a kiss, letting you taste what you created. his hands reached around your lower back, pushing you into him causing you to feel his boner.
“look at how you got me….shit!” he groaned when he felt you palm his cock through his pants. you rubbed and massaged his cock, feeling it slightly twitch underneath his pants. he whimpered and parted his lips from yours, “please….”. you said nothing and instead grabbed one of his hands and slid it underneath your dress, with no panties he was able to feel how soaked you were. you were beyond ready. you pushed him to the closed toilet a few feet away, kicking off your dress and sandals before you hopped on his lap.
toji finally freed his boner from his pants, letting it’s thickness spring to life and his mushroom tip to almost his the top of your pussy. wasting no time, you angled it and slowly pushed him inside. he held your hips tightly, groaning from the sensation. it’s like after you had a baby you became even more tighter than before. but, he didn’t mind stretching you out again. once he was all the way inside, you slowly rolled your hips making his cock stretch you just the way it used to, his tip teasing your spot.
hearing you moan his name once more was a sign for him to start moving. he gripped your ass and brought his hips up each time you moved, making a suction sound go off while your skin met each other. “filling me up so much—missed this cock~” you said above a whisper, holding onto his shoulder for support as she began fucking you at a faster pace.
each time his balls hit the base of your cunt it sent flutters inside of you, making you clench tighter around him. “fuck—so f-fucking tight” he groaned and grabbed both of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart, bringing you down harder on his cock. you yelped out in response and collapsed on his chest while he drilled you harder. the more he fucked you the more harder it became for him to control himself.
he was fucking you so hard and deep, yet it felt so good. so fucking good that your breasts started to leak against him in response. the mirror in front of him showed him everything, the way your pussy clung to his cock and the way your slick started to stick and create cream made him go insane. “daddy, you’re so…..—deep~” he was on your spot each time he thrusted into you, making your orgasm come quicker and harder than before. his cock twitched inside of you, signaling that he was close behind.
you lifted up off of his chest and placed one of your boobs into his mouth, which he quickly latched onto, allowing him suck the milk that spewed out from your nipples. his pace got faster and he was now fucking you harder than before, you were surprised that the two of you didn’t break the toilet. “make me cum all over your cock—yes” you persuaded, looking down into his eyes and watching him drink up all of your milk.
the pit of your stomach exploded and washed all over your body, which resulted in you babbling his name as you came all over him. toji continued to fuck your cunt silly with his own orgasm right behind yours. and with a few more pumps he pushed your hips down, emptying his warm load inside of you. your milk drowned his tongue, spilling out the sides of his mouth and running down his face; your orgasm still as intense just like when you first started.
finally coming down from the the high, you pulled away from him, your breathing both in in sync with one another; as you stared at your husband with nothing but love. you needed this so badly and your body thanked him for it. he helped you stand up and get redressed, fixing himself up in the process before you two left the sex filled bathroom.
while the two of you walked back to the backyard where nanami and gojo were entertaining your baby, toji pulled you close and whispered into your ear “im going to put baby number two into you tonight”
