Part One Of What Will Hopefully Be A Series ! Enjoy :D

part one of what will hopefully be a series ! enjoy :D

prison bf series linked here !

or, search #prison bf! toji / prison bf! toji

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prison bf ! toji who beats the shit out of other inmates to have more time on the commissary phone with you, pocketing loose change from his bunkmates to use on your weekly calls.

“this is an automated message from the tokyo prefecture rehabilitative penitentiary, to accept, pres—“

“hey pretty girl.” the bass of his voice sends a tremor up the length of your spine. you can already picture his bulky form leaning up against the brick walls of the prison mess hall.

“hi toji.” you giggle, swinging your legs behind you with glee. “did you get my package?”

“course i got your package.” he laughs, slipping a hand into his pocket to fiddle with the trio of polaroids you’d slipped into the letter. “guards gave me a ton of shit for it though.”

“aww i’m sorry.” you mumble, feeling guilty for the trouble.

“nah, don’t worry about it baby.” he laughs, shifting to looking through the candids you sent of your sweet smile.

“did you end u—”

“wrap it up fushiguro i need to call my fucking lawyer!”

the crunch you hear through the receiver is nothing short of sickening. it’s a while before the older man brings the phone back to his mouth, mumbling incoherently to himself.

“—blood on my fucking hands… hello?”

“i’m here toji.” you say, listening intently to the sound of shrill guard whistles blowing in the background. “do you have to go?”

“you know how it is babydoll.” he says apologetically. you cant help but squeeze your thighs together at how soft he can be with you, even with blood splattered across his knuckles and a room full of men who fear him.

“you’ll visit me this week right?” he asks, wiping his hands on the front of his wifebeater.

“mhm, i’m driving up tomorrow! you want me to bring you anything special?”

“you uhh, still got those chips i like at home?”

“you know i do.”

“that’s my girl.” he laughs, hanging the phone back up on the hook.

Smut/ NSFW +18 - minors DNI !

Dark content ahead !

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Toji would press his hands on your stomach when he's balls deep in you. He keeps pressing his palm on your womb as he accelerates his thrusts til you feel your bladder crushing with pleasure.

"You like that? Ohhh fuck yeah...I'm so deep I'll destroy your tiny uterus.." Toji says as he tightens his embrace on your smaller body.

"Tojii.. oh god.. hug me" you whisper to him out of breath as he almost suffocates you with his rock hard biceps wrapped around your neck.

"you'll squirt on this cock till you pass out, princess." He groans and bites your earlobe, fevereshly breaking your back..

After a long scroll through the Jack Frost tag I am disappointed and will begin writing the story nobody asked for but trust me we all need.

I just wan that old Frost daddy to fuck a slushie inside me with his body temperature and is cum.

Like don’t act all stank we all had a crush on him and the way y’all are acting over glam rock Freddy…y’all can act the same way for Jack Frost.

Spring Is In The Air~

Something happens to them when the seasons change. 

Itto, Tighnari, Yae Miko, Zhongli x Reader

A/N: I wrote this like two months ago and never posted it… I’ve always wanted to try writing something like this so here is my pathetic attempt! It’s corny BUT, smutty!!! :-)

WC - 2,224

NSFWWWW // SMUTTYYY

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Can’t take the time to write a ff but can spend three hours talking to A.I ~ 😔✊🏾

deku is so fucking sleazy bro. he tries to act like he doesn’t care for the fame but he secretly loves. having people that literally worship him ? how could that not go to his head ! his favorites are the pretty girls with watery eyes that freeze up when they finally get a chance to meet him; they’re definitely the prettiest when he’s feeding them inch after inch of his cock. all innocent and doe eyed. it’s obviously too much , your cunt literally spasming around his cock, but you’ll never admit it. too afraid to let your number 1 down. because he’s here for you right ? took time out of his busy schedule to see you and you have the nerve to whine about how his fat dick is too much for your poor pussy ? and even if you did have the nerve complain and beg him to s-slow down , he’d just pick up the pace and fuck you harder. “t’aww, baby, you don’t mean it” his voice dulcet and deep, “m’so close, can’t stop now. pussy’s so good. you want me to feel good, right?”