#re-toji

[deadlincs]

"Hm?" What does it look like I'm doing? His tone heavily implies, but remains unspoken. "Working." A belated sigh puffs out as he feels the tide of engrossment try to narrow his vision back to the casework. Another page is turned in favor of starting another paragraph — the same one he's read over thrice already. Still, he reexamines each line to be triple sure nothing's been missed.

"Dinner's in the fridge." Strictly take-out, of course. That's not to say he doesn't know how to cook one thing, but there wasn't enough time and, well, he simply couldn't be bothered. They'll have to have curry another time — this weekend, maybe.

"And I heard that laying on the ground helps your back." Quieter, that, like he needs to justify the oddity of his habits. And he doesn't dare admit how he'd been chasing sun warmed floorboards for the majority of today.

Daytime had gone by with a snap of the fingers, much like how Toji quickly dispatched those so-called mercenaries from flaying the skin off his client's back. It was the same old gig that Toji would pick up every now and then—someone irksome had hired someone restless to take out someone cautious, who just so happened to be sitting in a place of power and wealth in today's society.

Regardless of his affiliation to any of these some-parties, Toji would only flock and heed the call of the one who would pay him the most—and as the unjust reality of life would have it that the rich will always come out on top.

Toji returned home unscathed, which was a feat that he had mastered (duh) from decades of experience... on top of not making Higuruma worry and nag him endlessly out of pure concern. Through the doorstep into the living room, he would find the aforementioned man in question laying lazily across the floor.

"...What are you doing on the floor."

[ofamess]

@re-toji wants a flex off.

"What kind of workout do you do? I know mine are huge, but your muscles are just gorgeous."

[taleofmuses]

@re-toji

He carried himself differently. With everything that happened, there was a different aura about him, he knew that. Shibuya left none of them untouched, the lives lost were a price too steep to pay and yet they were given no choice but to move forward. The loss they suffered couldn't easily be taken or worked through. Not that he had taken even a second, upon waking up from being healed.

Between the horrors that unfolded when he heard the death count and consequences to the brief spark of joy and the ensuing deep darkness that engulfed him, Megumi barely had a moment to breathe or push through the remnants of physical pain that Shoko couldn't quite heal.

Lingering close to one of the colonies, Megumi waited for word of the others on Yuji. He needed his friend by his side to save Tsumiki from a fate so cruel he still had trouble finding words for the rage bubbling inside him at every given moment.

It was in that moment that he saw him, lingering where the humans were, a crowd formed to gawk at was a quick draw, pulled by the horrors of the previous day. Megumi himself stood out, clearly not bothered by the situation or at least able to hide his true feelings. The wound inflicted by what he could only describe as demonic presence despite clearly being human, or somewhat like it, burned even though long since healed.

"I thought I left you in hell," he said, not even remotely hoping for a reply. So he was back for round two. Not a moment of break, it would seem.

[eldestoften]

"So how would you like to celebrate Mother's Day? I can make you become one."

cue some light sputtering, but he clears his throat and takes a deep breath before responding. ".....I don't think I need to point out how impossible that is, right??"

[cursesavior]

— @re-toji / PLOTTED.

For all intents and purposes, Suguru Geto was a professional. He hadn't been in the modeling industry for long, sure, but he prided himself on being able to work with just about anyone - including his fair share of pushy directors, unsettling photographers, annoyed makeup artists, and of course, the divas that were often his fellow models. All of these people he was able to handle with ease, despite how irritating they were, keeping a level head and putting on a veneer of humble cooperation.

Today, however, his patience would truly be tested. Today, he had to deal with Toji Fushiguro.

He'd worked with Fushiguro once before - something that went down in his memory as one of his most frustrating jobs. While Suguru was a rising star in the industry with quite the devoted following ( some may even describe it as cult-like ), Toji forever remained one rank above him, unable to beat the popularity he'd accrued from over a decade of modeling. Not that Suguru cared, they were both below Satoru Gojo anyways, but that fact combined with them being from rival agencies made for a shoot undercut with snide remarks, competition, and tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. By the end of it, Suguru had firmly made up his mind that Toji Fushiguro, no matter how experienced, was just a brutish asshole with a good body, and vowed to never work with him again.

Unfortunately, due to the photoshoot's immense popularity, their agencies were not eager to just let things be - there was big money to be made here, after all. So here we was - resisting the urge to roll his eyes as the director of the shoot droned on and on about whatever 'concepts' or 'themes' they were supposed to incorporate. Things Suguru would usually take seriously, but today, he just wants to get this over with as quickly as possible before he ends up trying to strangle the man ( a difficult task, given how thick his neck is. not that he pays attention to that kind of thing. )

When the stylists and makeup artists are finally through with him, Suguru steps onto the set with a huff, adjusting the sleeves of the long, flowing garment he'd been dressed in, dark eyes following Toji as he joins him under the bright studio lights. The dark suit he was dressed in was tailored perfectly to highlight the muscular angles of his body - playing into the contrast of Suguru's androgynous looks, as always. He stiffens slightly as the man approaches him, looking him up and down with a sharp glare and making a concerted effort to ignore his good looks. "Are you going to behave yourself today?" He asks with an icy tone, lips pulled into a tight frown of disdain. "Let's not make this any more difficult than it has to be."

[coldheartedflame]

✏️

Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!{Accepting}

Yuji: That was so hot, Toji. Toji: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. Yuji: I'm so in love with you.

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Toji: What are your adjectives? Yuji: …You mean my pronouns? Toji: No, I know what your pronouns are! What are your adjectives? Yuji: …I dunno. What are yours? Toji: Noisy and chaotic! Yuji: I’ve never had something go from making no sense to making complete sense so quickly.

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Yuji: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. Toji: Spear. Yuji: BLOCKED.

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Toji: Good morning! Yuji: Bold statement.

[impishsensei]

@re-toji asked: kicks him kicks him kicks him kicks him unprompted asks | always accepting :3

❝ huh? ❞ satoru looks around, swatting a little at the air. he's fighting demons trying to hold back his grin before the punchline. ❝ i think a mosquito is buzzing around trying to bite me. ❞ 

[deadlincs]

let's all live deliciously ( accepting ) — @re-toji

Things still haven't changed, have they? Either that, or this sense of what look's the hottest went rogue. Which isn't a completely skewed possibility since he's more or less running on fumes. Has been for quite some time. Honestly, if it wasn't for his assistant, he still would've been toiling over some other case. But no, she set her foot down ( almost directly on his tail ) and now ... he's here, looking every bit of a modern, overtaxed salaryman.

Is this really what's 'all the rage' — is that saying even relevant anymore? Clearly so, given how many heads have turned thus far, but that could also be the purposeful uptick of pheromones. Perhaps it's not needed, but he's starving and isn't keen on playing any games of cat and mouse.

It's a quite night. The oppressive weight of it's only kept at bay by an electric hum of the cheap overhead lights. He'll make a quick pit stop here. See if there are any takers for a nightmare darkening their doorway. Then, he'll continue on, make his way into the heart of some city before plunging himself back into hell ( literally ). But first ...

Sparks temporarily beat back the looming darkness. A single cherry-red glow livens as he coaxes in a deep drag. Humans and their vices. The cut of nicotine hardly makes an impression on him, but the habit's rubbed off on him regardless. Smoke seeps free and he almost misses unexpected company. "Busy night?" That's a standard enough greeting, right? Even if it isn't, Hiromi isn't inclined to rectify it.

[0nyxfeathers]

buries his face into those tits

Ever since they had begun this rather *odd* worrking relationship, they had danced around one another. A playful, snarky comment here, a flirty comment there. Teasing and taunting had become a pastime for them and both seemed to love the game equally.

Steam followed the Crow from the gym shower, skin still pink from the heat of the water. Dressed in a pair of sweats and a tank top, Sylus continued to run a towel through his hair. His 'morning' workout had been enough to wake him properly and get the day started. He knew he had a guest; that wasn't uncommon when Toji finished a mission for him. What WAS uncommon was feeling the other man's face pressed firmly into his chest.

Sylus lowered the towel and chuckled, the kind that made his belly shake in amusement. Toji wasn't pushed away, but a hand rested atop his head. "Use your words. Is there something I can help you with?"

[summerxmelodies]

Continued from [X] @re-toji

She frowned, completely unamused. She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. “You literally saw me put it on a plate…” she complained, but knew her complaints fell on deaf ears. “What the hell are you even doing here?” she asked instead of fussing over her stolen food any longer.

She was already in the process of making herself something else, but wasn’t above glaring at him while she did so. He looked so at home in her apartment, like he owned the damn place or something. That’s what she gets for letting him crash in her spare room once, isn’t it?

She invited this trouble into her house. Speaking of trouble, she paused while making her lunch to watch him, eyes sweeping over him. “That going to be enough for you?” She’d make him more if needed, just so he didn’t steal her food again.

[eldestoften]

smash or pass urs truly 😈

smash or pass

"..............An entirely hypothetical smash."

[cursesavior]

gimme back my wormy

"Hmm, no, I don't think I will~ Wormy loves me more now, anyways."

[coldheartedflame]

♡

Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours{Accepting}

●●●●○ | ATTRACTION

○○○○○ | AFFECTION

●●●○○ | INTEREST

○○○○○ | LOYALTY

○○○○○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

[merakidoll]

to my toji lovers … remember i’m just a girl !

you and toji’s relationship was a silly joke that you were too blinded by cock to see. toji had one motive in his scheme: lottery tickets. and you just so happened to be the girl who ran the store late night. “is this good doll?” his rough voice was in your ear, cock so deep in you that he felt that print on your pudge. his hands pressed down making you lose your mind. head falling back, thankful hitting his shoulder.

he kissed your face closing his eyes, and making his thrust rougher- so much to where you had to lean on the rusty countertop praying no late night customers walked in. your head was spinning, the dick making your skin tingle, that drove you to say the most outlandish things- likeee this! “c-cuminmeee ohgod! p-please want your baby” toji’s cock jerked inside of your soft walls, his hand wrapping around your braids making his thrust rough and long, making you feel the way his tip poked at your inside. “you want my baby?” he smirked, watching how your pretty ass, with the most beautiful stretch marks clapped against him.

the cream ring around his two toned dick didn’t help the case of him wanting to fill you up. what made the whole situation worst was toji has no business having kids, but with you- it didn’t sound so bad. as his balls slapped against you one last time, your pussy clenched so tight that it sucked every last child from him. “fuckfuckkkk” you cried head falling on the hard surface, pussy creaming so much that it dripped down your legs hitting your khakis. after a short moment of his rough voice calming you down, toji pulled up your panties making sure to keep his cum locked in you. already thinking of the life time amount of lottery tickets he would be getting- not including the twenty in his over-worn sweatpants.

[whoishotteranimepolls]

"Who's Hotter?" Deadly Beauties

[eldestoften]

the laughing caused him to start, his eyes widening slightly before narrowing in confusion. was it really that funny to him? what was so special about horses anyway..? he would have asked, but then the man offered to take him to see some, and he sighed softly. he didn't have anything else planned, of course, so he nodded slightly.

"It couldn't hurt, I guess. I could cross another thing off the "things I've never seen/done" list." it was an ever-growing list, he'd found, and he'd take any means to lessen its contents.

Toji resisted himself from laughing out loud.

"What?" The expression came out nearly like a sputter, the pair of dark hues widening in equal disbelief and amusement. "You've never seen a horse before?"

Despite the hilarity of that rhetorical statement, for some odd reason, Toji could not help but to feel the tiniest bit of sympathy towards Choso.

"Tell you what. If you've got nothing else to do, I can take you to see some horses."

Oh, yes.

Toji was planning to show Choso the thrill of horse betting.