#holy mischaracterization

Toji Fushiguro—your husband who came home angry

Context: Toji came back with an angry mess, but he took it out on you.

Content: breed!ng, r0ugh s3x, 0ral (f receiving), CEO toji

WC:745

toji’s rich in this storyline and no megumi yet, so holy mischaracterization 👉👈🥺

and also, i’m still practicing smut!

His Junior Is Angry Too !

Toji just got home from work—his blood still boiling from earlier. He was already drowned in useless paperwork, and that dumb employee added more. Well, it wasn't their fault for adding more, but they were still the one who added another pile. He was seething. Though, he wasn't the only thing that was seething.

You were making dinner for the two of you when you felt hands on your waist. Kisses on your nape. Bites on your shoulders. You turned around and saw him, chuckling lightly at his distressed face as you tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek.

You turned back to stir whatever you were stirring, as Toji dropped to his knees behind you. His hands were already on your ass, squeezing a good handful of them. He pressed his nose in between your clothed cheeks, practically breathing you in.

“Toji, r-right now…?” You protested, “I’m still cooking…” But it seemed like it fell on deaf ears. He pulled your shorts down along with your panties, your already soaked heat greeting his eyes. So soaked that a string of slick connected your hole to your panties.

He immediately buried his face in your cunt, darting out his tongue to taste your juice. He groaned when he finally tasted your sweetness after his tiresome day; the vibrations of his moan made you shudder. “T-tojii—!” Your voice got cut off and replaced by a moan when he glided his tongue from top to bottom. “Taste so good, ma…” He pulled back just to say that, as you whined from the sudden loss of contact. “D-don’t stop…!”

He put his tongue back on your cunt when he heard your whine, lapping at your cunt greedily. The sound of your wetness on his tongue was very loud. You felt a spring in your stomach tighten, ready to burst, but then suddenly he pulled away.

“H-huh…? W-why’d you stop…? I was so close…” You arched your back, seeking his heat again, as he stood up. He pressed his already aching length on your twitching hole, kissing your shoulder to your neck. You mewled when you felt how big it was. “My dick wants your attention now, ma…” He said between kisses, freeing his angry, leaking dick. It sprang free to his abs, precum ruining his perfect white polo.

He slapped your drenched cunt with his leaking cock, before he slowly put the mushroom tip in. Your warm, gummy walls were already gripping him so tight, it felt like his cock would be cut off if you clenched down tighter. You moaned as his tip forced its way inside your welcoming heat, your slick acting like a lube. The stretch burned so bad at first; no matter how many times you had already taken him, it always felt like it was your first.

“So tight, ma… ’s like your pussy’s made to take my cock.” He roughly said, before slamming all the way in. His tip kissed your cervix, as he pulled out until only his tip remained and slammed back in. You sobbed as you felt his thick cock stretching you and filling you up. He set a ruthless pace; the sound of skin slapping skin and the squelches were filling up the room along with your moans and Toji’s groans. The smell was a mix of sex, sweat, and the food that was burning, but it seemed like the two of you were too distracted.

He fucked you so rough, rougher than usual, like he was taking his anger out on you. Which he was. But you couldn't complain, because he was fucking you way too good.

His hand reached for one of your clothed breasts, harshly groping it as he left marks all over you. He pounded into you deeper and deeper, until you were practically stuck between him and the counter. A low growl unraveled from him as he felt you clenching down; he knew you were close. So close.

“T-toji, c-calm down…!” You cried out, but one of his hands came up to your mouth and covered it. He was brutally abusing your pussy, and he knew damn well that he was too rough tonight.

“G-gonna breed you, ma… I’m gonna give you my babies…!”

Then, with one last thrust, your pussy clamped down on his cock so hard, milking him for all he was worth. “Fuck…!” He groaned, as he shot every drop inside along with deep thrusts, making sure it took.

“Mine.”

Thanks for letting me waste your time, reader!

Vander disciplines his children. He had rules for them that they are aware of and respect nost of the time, and he actually scolds and punishes them when they disobey or put themselves in danger. Is he the most responsible parent? No, he condones his children using violence, but is he a laid-back parent? Nope! He's up their asses about breaking rules, giving lectures, confiscating objects they favor and the such when they break important rules that he has repeatedly tried to drill into their heads.

Silco? Babes, Silco couldn't give less of a fuck. In the seven years he's had Jinx, he has disciplined her perhaps, one time? Twice? The girl blew up a building, killing several enforcers that were on Silco's payroll and got away with a slap on the wrist. He yells at her for maybe a minute or two, to keep up with appearances, and she tiltes her head at him, looking curious as to what he's trying to do. His scoldings are so rare that she literally just nods her head and smiles at him, not even realizing that she's in trouble. Or just not caring, because "being in trouble" with Silco means literally nothing.

Vander is the kind of dad that grounds you for bad grades and expects you to do better. Vander shows up at the next parent-teacher meeting to see what can be done to help you out at school.

ishigami senku who finds some sort of twisted enjoyment in your humiliation.

cw: reader has tourette syndrom. also apologies in advance if tourette's isn't portrayed accurately, i don't mean to be insensitive or ignorant...

Everyone in the village knew just how much of an evil bastard Senku was.

The type of guy who didn't spare anyone if it meant acquiring manpower— not the elderly nor the youth! He was the sort of man who was always concocting the most heinous and morally reprehensible schemes known to man for whatever he so desired, the kind that put even the devil's wits to shame with its wickedness!

But even this, even this was too much from him…

God!

How could he even think of doing something as nefarious as this!?

"So," the evil scientist lets out a long drawl, pinching his chin in mock thought as if calculating the radius of your thinly hanging patience. "I think I need to hear something from you."

'Hear something from you' my fucking ass!

This maniac was just trying to terrorise you!

And because it was only the two of you in the lab, alone, with each other, you couldn't go and hide behind Kohaku's hair like you normally would've.

Ugh!

"No, no— fuck you! Asshole!" You cursed, an unintentional tic that would've usually made you apologise, but for once, you meant it with your entire being.

"Heh, heh, heh, incorrect!" He cornered you with a grin that reeked of impure intentions, unbothered by your obvious disapproval as one hand gripped your wrist tight, preventing you from escape. "That's not what I wanted to hear. Try again."

Damn it!

You knew exactly what he was after, but you refused to give to him. Not when he would just tease the hell out of you for saying something you couldn't control.

So you did the next best thing, clamp your mouth shut to stop yourself from giving him what he wanted. A desperate endeavour that didn't deter the man before you who was impossibly determined.

Your head jerked under his pointed stare, eyes repeatedly blinking as your nerves ran haywire. A deep pit of unease grew within you at his persistence, your tics itching at you with warning. They were generally hard to keep at bay, but with Senku pressed so close into your proximity, the faint smell of his sweat and chemicals invading your senses, it may as well have been a useless effort.

Your frustrations were starting to show, something that didn't pass Senku's keen eyes, cruel mirth glinting in them at your sorry predicament.

Curse him, really. He knew better than anyone just what kind of effect he had on you, and yet, still, he was insistent on pushing every one of your buttons. Finding sick enjoyment in your torment, a mystery you couldn't wrap your head around no matter how hard you tried to!

He digs his pinky in his ear and pulls a contorted expression before leaning closer. "Can't hear—"

"Hic— I like yo- No!" You shake your head frantically, ears heating up with heat at your accidental confession.

Shit! You didn't mean to say that!

"Hm?" There's mischief in his tone as he plays with your tunic's collar, still not satisfied with your growing embarrassment.

"Nothing— it's noth- i like you, Senku!" You let out a mortified scream, eyes scrunching shut with defeat as he chuckles, the noise of his amusement so charming it has you groan into his shirt. "Ah!"

"Correct." He laughs again, except this time it's softer, his breath fanning your flaming cheeks with the reminder of his presence, an overwhelming sensory load that was driving you insane. "That's ten billion points for you."

"Just, shush- hic!" You whined, knees growing weak as his fingers wandered over the expanse of your exposed skin, stopping just near your jugular to measure your wild pulse.

"Heh, heh, heh." The rough pads of his fingers strayed again, stopping between your brows to flick your forehead.

"Ow-!" You hissed, pushing away from him and finally putting some much needed distance between you as he went off to complete God knows what new road-map he had planned for the villagers.

The spot victim to his questionable affection stung with a phantom burn, one that had your heart buzzing with defeat.

No matter how many times you confessed to Senku, he still continuously urged you to repeat yourself, not only finding thorough enjoyment in your humiliation, but also getting off of it.

let me just commit seppuku bruh 😔✌️

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