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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥.
the first of two pieces (yes this WILL have a companion piece. ive already started 😌) of gojo and geto with young (and innocent and hopeful and happy and—) versions of their counterpart
i made a sad connection but u know the ep of devilman crybaby where miki dies and during the end credits we see her dying dream of riding alongside the sunset with akira while konya dake plays?.... yeah....yeah.... much to think about
i dont think this paper could take me cleaning it up any further let alone coloring it since it started tearing and holding in pencil a little too well... but yeah here’s this
she is cute 🌸
Scenes of Morty crying always get to me and remind me that he's still a child. I tend to forget that (and I think the show does too, tbh.)
F*CK LOVE COLLAB, hosted by @gabzlovesu
☁︎ warnings; mafia!reader, adultery, angst, gun use, cunnilingus, spitting, choking, spanking, voyeur?, rough play, reader is in her thirties while toji is in his twenties.
☁︎ mocha’s note; pretty short but not too short. this was crazy to write but I’m also crazy soooo. hope you like. ♡
love makes you crazy; it’s a proven fact. never in your life would you think you’d let a man control your sanity. make you feel less of a woman. test your loyalty to him. treat you as if you weren’t the one who taught him how to be a better man. you knew it all went downhill the moment you realized your bank account deducted more than the usual amount. checking the receipts to see where your money was drawn from. major designer brands you didn’t even wear. hotels you weren’t invited to. restaurants which served foods you didn’t eat. the pattern became suspicious over the course of an entire month, this same month you were out of the country handling business.
you knew you were crazy when you told your men to have him followed. track his movements, the people he’s around. gather information on them. steer clear so he wouldn’t make their appearances out. when your guys found him with another woman, doing things he usually does with you—kiss her hand, grab her ass, feed her desserts—your blood boiled. how could he betray you? how could he throw away the years of love for some girl he met a month ago? using your money? you took him into your home when he was twenty years old. giving him a bed to sleep in, clothes on his back, a warm shower, and good pussy he always fell quick to submit for.
and yet he takes your shit and gives it to another woman. the men at the front desk bow to you as you stroll inside with your hand in the right side of your blazer jacket, a black pantsuit adorning your whole figure, a lace corset on your chest as your heels clicked along the marble tiles, making your way to the room the two of them stayed in alone. after a single instruction, the men gave you a spare key to the room. you barely ended up using it, pulling the gun from your pocket with a silencer attached and shooting at the doorknob, blowing half the wooden door to pieces.
a woman’s scream bellows in the room as you kick open the door and aim your gun at her, your lips in a tight line, trying your best not to crumble as you witness the woman scramble for her clothing, toji gulping with wide eyes as he pulls the blanket over his naked body. the red headed woman crouches in a corner, shaking with her head bowed with shame. your hand tries to remain steady, wanting to burst in tears so badly. it hurt to see this, it hurt to see him protect her as he shielded her from you.
“baby, listen to me.”
that’s his starter? you scoff, cocking your gun, and keeping your aim. you were ready to blow her head off. but then you had to remember that he had to have lied to her. maybe he told her he was single, lied and said he works for a big company and that’s why he was so wealthy. instead of the truth; that he’s bound to you, that you’ve been together for nine years, that everything he owns is because of you. he surely couldn’t have told her that you were the head of your father’s mafia, no, she’d be too scared to be with him. fearing for her life every day. or maybe she knows everything and is simply just a fool.
“you know, I never thought I’d see this in my life. I’m usually right about a lot of things. but this toji—” your lower lip begins to tremble, tears staining your cheeks. you couldn’t be strong anymore. “this is something I wish I was wrong about.”
toji steps closer to you, zero fear in his eyes. he knows what you’re capable of. you wouldn’t dare shoot the man you loved. “I’m not going to stand here and take pity on you. you’re no more at fault than I am.”
you stare at him in shock. he continues. “you think you’re the victim. you’re so far up your ass about honoring your father who, mind you, is crazy as fuck and has tried to kill me on multiple occasions, not to mention has murdered many exes of yours because he has this sadistic possession over you. you only care about pleasing him, but not me. whenever I see you, all you ever wanna do is have sex. you treat me like I’m a fuckin’ prize rather than your man.”
you watch as his face turns read, flinching the louder he gets. he’s never yelled at you before. “you think because you own everything that I’m supposed to respect you. you still look at me like a kid but I damn sure don’t fuck you like one. don’t play the blame game with me. you need to start respecting me. treating me like a man. you need to start putting me first like I put you.”
“alright,” you nod, registering his words quickly. he’s only right about half of it. “you wanna feel like a man, baby? you want some respect?”
toji’s shoulders continue to lift and fall with fury, darting his eyes to your free hand that begins to pull off your clothes, face straight as you drop your pants and step out of them. he raises his brow at you confusingly.
“how about you fuck me like a man, then. but remember, deep down you’re still a bitch.”
“and why’s that?” he snarls.
“you’re a cheater at the end of the day. instead of being a man about it like you say you are and having an adult conversation with me, you pamper some bitch with designer and give her the same treatment you give me. for god’s sake, you use my card to do it. fucking pathetic.”
his jaw clenches, afraid to admit you’re right. his impulses got the best of him. the redhead in the corner still watches as the scene unfolds.
“show her how you really fuck someone you love.”
“or she dies, your choice,” you shrug, the woman now crying. “either way she’s not walking out safe.”
part of him wants to take the woman and run far away, actually developing feelings for her and caring about her safety. the other half still has so much unbearable love for you, his heart aching the more time passed by where you left him lonely. he just wishes he could have you to himself entirely. all day, everyday. he wants you to rest and let him do all the dirty work. but you wouldn’t let him be involved in any of the work you do, too afraid to lose him. but keeping him locked up wasn’t protecting him, in fact, it was driving him insane. he’s not the type of man to sit and watch.
when he grabs your neck it’s aggressive, pressing his nose to yours he breaths though before bringing you closer to the bed and laying you flat on your back. you raise your knees to your chest, toji using all of his strength to rip your lace panties apart, the sting leaving a mark on your skin. the redhead is right beside the bed where she’s watching with wide eyes, swallowing when she realizes toji barely looks her way, your pointy heels sitting on toji’s broad shoulders as he delves his tongue into your sluice cunt, mewling from the foreign touch, a month away from him making you touched-starved. his dark eyes linger on your pretty face, your full lips being sucked on as he harshly grips at your inner thighs to keep them separated, spitting on your clit and studying the way his jaw moves against you.
you throw your head back against the pillow, arm hurting from holding the gun at your target, moaning and trying your best to grind on his face, but he wouldn’t allow you, the death grip he has on you making it hard to do so. wetness dripping on the sheets along with his salvia, his tongue heavy and fat, slicking between yours folds while his pink lips kisses and sucks on your clit. you moan when he smacks the outside of your thigh with so much force it makes you scream, skin stinging as you pant and he lifts his face, roughly turning you around and shoving your face up against the wall.
your back is arched like a cat, cheek on the cold wallpaper as you catch your breath, toji pinning you down with your ass high, your hair in your face with your arm that’s holding the gun is trapped beneath you, allowing toji to have the upper hand, snatching the weapon from you.
“no!—” you try to grab it back but he clutches the back of your neck with his wide hand, keeping you still.
“shut the fuck up,” he growls sternly, turning and pointing the gun to the girl, features vacant. “leave.”
one simple order had her scrambling for the rest of her clothing, crying silently as she dresses herself and leaves. he closes his eyes, upset that he had to scare her like that, but he’ll find time to apologize. the door slams and toji brings his attention back to you, his beloved. he tosses the gun to the floor, setting one hand on your waist while the other palms the side of your face to keep it against the wall, throwing his head back as the ball in his throat jumps, lifting his knees slightly to sink his throbbing cock deep into you, not allowing you to have time to adjust before he’s snapping his veiny hips violently. some of his fingers fall into your mouth after you gasp, eyes scrolling back and smiling sadistically.
“you make me so fuckin’ mad,” toji grunts, bending forward and sloppily attaching his mouth to yours, swallowing your whimpers as he moans and fucks you harder, skin clapping viciously, shoving his tongue in your mouth as you drool on his tongue. “I fuckin’ hate that I love you.”
you cry in response, gripping at his black hair and moving your ass back against him, smiling like an idiot as you see his face scrunch up, little fuck’s falling from him, the pitch in his voice raising as you clench around his dick and throw your ass back, toji spanking either side of your ass hard and tugging at your pierced nipples in response.
you knew you were crazy. and so was he.
© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.
Gaslight / Gatekeep /Girlboss
A true Menace to society
Screenshots, I love him so much he’s so cute