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hellmouth-manor · 8 months

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DO THE IMPOSSIBLE / BREAK THE UNBREAKABLE

Micah was the bravest man that Touji had ever met in Hell. That gentle man that broke all of Touji’s preconceived notions of him and then broke his thoughts of him again…and then again…and again. There was a lot of jumping back and forth on his opinion of Miach, but at Micah’s gruesome end the word that sticks out in Touji’s mind is only bravery.

And right after bravery the next word that festered up in Touji’s mind was fear. Fear of the one that had pierced Micah’s heart, fear of the animalistic demon in front of them, fear that no matter what they do this beast was still going to have the last laugh. These were the thoughts that paralyzed Touji, the thoughts that needed to be extinguished if he wished to move forward. There was no excuse right now to be scared, Micah just put everything into beating down the demon for them. So Touji has to meet that bravery with his own two hands.

Touji must collect himself. Ground himself. Exist completely and fully in this singular moment.

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His chest raises and sinks, each breath calmer than the last. The shaking of his arms steadies till it’s just his fingers that tremble. Calm down. They won’t stop so Touji clenches his hands to force them to stop. If the fear won’t subside then he will make it subside. He will take a triumphant step forward. That cocky smirk of his adorns his face as he takes this step. His gaze lifts from the ground and his narrowed eyes filled with both rage and resolve were directed right at the demon.

No way in Hell is Micah’s sacrifice going to be in vain.

“Now just who the hell do you think we are!? You think we’re going to back down just because you got bigger?! Eh!? You stupid oversized goat-bird bitch!?”

Touji’s arm flies up to point right at the hellish creature’s face. That shake was gone. The wrathful fire has been lit, this wrath was pure and all of it was going to be shot right at the beast. Through all of his time here, wrath has always been said to be a sin but he has wanted to prove time and time again that even if it’s a sin, that sin was what got him what he wanted.

When not used right, wrath will tear through everything like a great blaze. If good enough then nothing will stop it and it will burn you up along with it. But if you knew how to use it, if you knew how to aim the flame then this blaze can be your self-respect. This destructive force can be used to keep you and those that you love safe from danger and getting walked all over.

It has powered him this whole time…hand-in-hand with love. Because sin is natural, all humans have sin and to deny that is to lie to the entire universe. Accept your sins or they’ll destroy you from the shadows, accept your sins. If they can power you then use it, if they hurt you then cast them aside. But always know that one is not only sin. Everyone, no matter how wicked, was a double helix of sin and virtue. Don’t deny one or the other and you can do anything.

“Reach those claws in and dig any bullshit you have in those big floppy stupid ears and listen real fucking good!! I’m getting the fuck out of here!! All of us are!!”

All of them. No exceptions. Not even for the ones that he hates. Everyone was getting out and everyone was going to experience at least an ounce of peace in their lives. Even if it’s just the second that they return home, that was all worth it to him.

Touji was filled to the brim with love. His returned soul was overflowing with passion, passion given by every soul that rubbed against his and left its mark on who he was.

He really hates to say that even the demon in front of them had changed him but it was him that brought them all here, and it was this group that made him who he was today. Which, no that was wrong. They didn’t make him who he was today, Touji did that all on his own. Long before he even knew it, Touji was defying the devil’s design. A car wasn’t going to keep him down, coming to this hellmouth wasn’t going to keep him down, not death, not despair, nothing was ever going to keep him down.

Alou helped give him that power…too bad that Touji doesn’t give a shit about thanking him for that. The thanks goes to everyone else that was trapped here with him instead. His mind feels at ease as it swirls with his memories of everyone and everything that they had been through.

Minami was always someone that he thought he would get along with, he thought she was the toughest person in the entire mansion (besides himself of course). A mother and a widow, strength incarnate. If she couldn’t get home then Touji was going to make sure that Daishin was taken care of but…like he told her back then, she was for sure getting her ass out of here!

Olwin was such a silly guy from the beginning. Touji wanted to make that kid brave, but he didn’t actually have to do all that much. He for sure came into his own and proved himself 1000x over. And by him, Hisashi. Yeah…fuck that guy. He’ll never admit to being thankful for him for the very few good things he does.

Miori wasn’t someone he was thinking he’d ever really get along with. He didn’t like her at first and then after her crimes he hated her even more. So how in the hell did he end up sympathizing with her and wishing her peace after she killed his best friend. What a weird fucking world…take care of her, Kamiya. That other silly guy that reminded Touji of home with his white hair and fun demeanor. Touji is sure they can both escape their own Earthly hells.

Eli, another one of the tough ones. Eli probably wouldn’t ever know how cool Touji really thinks he is. Any dude that could catch up and kick his ass in archery the way Eli did deserves all the respect in the world. And beyond that Touji thinks that Eli is going to struggle even after he gets home because of what happened in the funhouse…but he can do it.

Raoul the romantic that took a chance to embarrass the hell out of Touji without him even knowing it. Always leaving him confused with his way of speech and strange ways of texting. He was always a damn hoot wasn’t he? That flashy fucking outfit too…Raoul was one of a fucking kind dude.

Miranda blew his expectations out of the park, a sports girl that he wished he could bring onto his team and train her to be even better. Probably won’t have that chance after they’re home but hey the time they had here was great. And the one that snuffed out her life…Yukiko…well…there was probably something positive about her. Not that Touji ever found it but others will, and she still has the right to go back he guesses.

Ruby, another one of the liars that he didn’t understand at first. What was with the glasses and the fake personality…he came to understand it later. Ruby will always be better than a pretend Sapphire, being yourself is always the best thing you can be…in most cases.

Heather…or Arisa…he never felt he had the right to call her Arisa so she’s going to just stay Heather to him forever. It was a stand out name just as much as she was a stand out from the rest. Unexpected jock that he liked going on runs with. He loved her pride, it looked good on her.

Shoji was going to be a strong guy one day, as long as he kept up his training. He survived all the way here which was a strength of its own. Just channel that anger, channel that rage, and make sure to eat right, bro.

Wakako…well the first thing he has to say is that he isn’t fucking cute! He is tough as shit! Touji sure appreciated it though. He didn’t know what to expect from meeting someone like her but he thinks he’ll have a good time trying out her games when he’s home. And hopefully one day will get the image of her headless body out of his mind.

Mirai the poet, has such a way with words that Touji could never have, recited under the moonlit courtyard. And in a less pretty fashion one of the ones that he could craft a cute frankenstein stuffed animal with for Micah. And Micah the bravest man, forming their own frankenstein stuffed animal for Mirai. A good man, and also one that taught Touji ethical lust for Digimon.

Touji’s fellow wroomfies. They were some pretty damn good roommates. He doesn’t think he could’ve asked for better considering everyone else here. Nike the liar who he found himself caring about more than he thought he would at first. He always tended to be there when Touji needed to eat and when he needed a shoulder. Hibiki, a guy that Touji was always concerned with and who he was always going to think was pretty cool. He couldn’t be more thankful for the gift and happiness his autograph will be…which…shit will he even be able to take that home?

Cu…he didn’t really know him all that well but he was a devoted man…especially to this demon and it isn’t like Touji can blame that. If only it was for someone better. He’ll grow up, hopefully he’ll be fine after this unfortunate end for the demon.

Poppy, the other one close to the beast. Scary but not so much to Touji anymore. There were conversations about life with them that Touji enjoyed having. Learning about them was never boring, and he too hopes that they will never be a dog again…

Which finally brings it to the demon himself. Touji grew in his time in the hellmouth, his bandages came off…his arms free from the shame of his accident. Touji became kinder, more empathetic…but he won’t let Alou take any of that credit…there is only one thing he is going to give Alou! One thing!!

Touji’s hand lights up, his soul manifesting into a small ball in his hand. It was warm and made out of all of his thoughts and feelings. Feelings that go beyond just this place, he has grown and it was time for him to take what he’s become back to the living world with him.

Touji has grown stronger…he’s become less embarrassed…more willing to now grab everything that he wants. He stares into his soul and deep in it he sees his love…burning, burning, burning, lighting up this ball of light even brighter.

“I’m coming back soon, Mugen…”

Mugen always told Touji that he looked up to him. He was the coolest guy that he knew, it made Touji blush and now it’s making him burn red to remember. That guy was always going on about his anime and heroes. It sucks that there was no way in hell that Mugen was ever going to believe that Touji was living his own hardcore anime moment right now. Touji can be a hero to him but it’d never be believed. Ah well, just knowing is good enough for him. He’s going to need to watch some anime when he gets back.

It was time now. Touji gripped the ball of light and faced up at the demon.

“You want love, Alou!? You’re going to take all it right to the fucking face!! I got over a lot of shit while I was here and now I’m going to launch all of that right back at you, fuckface!!!”

Touji tosses the ball of light in the air and twists his hips like he was charging up to strike this ball with all of his strength. His soul forms a long stick of light in his hands that takes the shape of a bat. He twists back quickly, all of his power being channeled into this strike. The ball of light grinding against his bat!

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY BEFORE BITCH!? HUMANS! NEVER! FUCKING! LOSE!!!!”

And it shoots off at high-speed on a collision course for the beast’s face. True to Touji’s word of launching everything that he moved on from being launched back at Alou, the ball of light grows into a new form. Something much bigger than the small baseball that it was.

It was hard to discern at first but one would be able to tell after a second that his soul had taken the shape of a small sedan. It flew and collided with Alou’s head. A giant exploding sound resounding as his soul dissipates after the strike.

“Fucking homerun!!”

Touji makes a cocky pose, flexing his muscles and cackling to himself.

“Let’s see you get over that bitch!! Doesn’t feel too fucking good to get hit by a car now does it shitface!? Ihihihihihihihi!!!!”

Oh there was so much satisfaction in his laugh. This was everything that he’s wanted to do this whole time. And with his strike done, Touji takes a hop back while keeping up his giddy feeling and giggling.

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satoruhour · 8 months

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Can I request Toji x reader smut (established relationship) where Toji’s dick slips out and the reader puts it back in?

CAN’T BE OUT A SECOND LONGER !?

a/n: :3 / tagging @jabamin @kizoken @kentophilia @redskyvenus @screampied ✶

warnings: soft dom!toji, fem!reader, reader deep in sub space, slight daddy kink, implied oral (both f and m receiving), sex under the influence, unprotected p → v sex, pussy slapping, breeding / creampie kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

it’s simply too difficult seeing toji in proper attire, especially when he’s attending your brother’s wedding in a suit and tie, something he reserves for truly important events like these. otherwise, he’d just be in his sweatpants and compression shirt.

not that he didn’t look good in that — but it was eye-opening when he made the effort to get a suit jacket and waistcoat with a tie that matched your dress, hanging off his arm while you watch your brother go crazy on the dance floor.

“you okay there, doll?” his voice is soft over the booming sound system but you catch the concern laced in his words, knowing you had quite a few glasses of wine and mixed other types of liquor with the groom’s toast. “we can head back if you want.”

it’s all that you want but you want to do it discreetly, trailing a hand down his toned arm to twine your fingers with his. with a turned head toward him, you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“yeah . . let’s. i wanna—” toji isn’t fully sober either, the intoxication contributing to the blurriness of everyone else while your face stays in ultra focus; your exposed clavicle, your pouty lips. he can already feel himself getting semi-hard.

“you wanna what?”

you’re able to walk back to your hotel room, but with a giddy smile and laughter from your throat, pressing a firm hand against your lipsticked lips with a frown.

“no, not while you have alcohol in your body—”

you push his hand away, latching onto broad shoulders and making sure you appear as sober as you can to him, “what’s with a little alcohol, toji? you couldn’t find our floor in the elevator earlier either.”

teasing is your forte, moving a hand up and down his chest, over his waist, unbuttoning his waistcoat — and it’s true; toji’s a little gone as well, asking you a few more times until you’re shaking him by his lapels and telling him to “get naked already!”

that warrants a laugh from toji and he gives into you, definitely more open to drinking with you before you two get it on because he notices how everything just sends his skin ablaze: your mouth around his tip, his tongue slurping up your juices.

toji’s on cloud nine when you sink down on his cock, easing it into your waiting cunt after the many, many minutes of prep. your moans mingle with your boyfriend’s grunts, hyper aware of his hands that wrap around your waist to help you.

“cunt so t-tight, sweetheart, thought i stretched you out enough—” you’re silent, already half gone from the liquor in your body that it heightens your senses the same way it does to toji. with a hand, you guide him into you, whining softly at the small amount of pain it harbours.

“slow . . baby, don’t rush,” his words sound miles away when he speaks, eyes locked onto your bent body and your ass on display as you start to bottom out, “that’s it, you got it— good girl.” he maps out the line down your back, your tilted head, admiring you with one hand behind his head along the headboard; and when you start bouncing when he fully appreciates the high of whiskey.

the way your gummy walls hug his length, the fluttering your pussy does around his cock, the jiggle of your ass once you start moving — nothing compares to your moans though, hands forming marks on his thighs from how tightly you hold onto them.

“t-toji . . nngh—” incoherent sentences leave your lips, every hump of your hips providing a little friction for your clit. “s’good, daddy . .”

“is it now?” toji hums at the nickname and smiles to himself, admiring the transparent webs of your cum that sticks to your ass and his pelvis. instinctively his hips move up to meet yours, chuckling deeply when you lurch forward and moan loudly at the way he splits you open, so much so that you can feel him against your cervix.

“you just stay there, baby, i’ll do the work,” he grunts out and stays true to his word, planting his feet down just so he can thrust up into you. your body moves with his, eyes rolling to the back of your head and legs spreading even more, but his hips are just too eager to feel your tight pussy around him that his cock slips out with a sloppy shlick.

your annoyed whine makes the other laugh again, but before he can reach forward to help you, you’re helping yourself, looking back at him dizzily and then to his pelvis, feeling around for his cock. you stroke it a few times and tap it against your folds, the dim lighting of the bedroom illuminating your skin and figure so perfectly.

“oh, f-fuck— you’re giving daddy a show, hm?” he says, words just above a whisper, watching how your hips grind against him. but being turned away from him has you having a little more difficulty, tip slipping out every few times toji tries to ram into you and he watches in awe with every time you glance back at him through hooded lids and lolling tongue.

and every time you’re scrambling back to get his length into you, to trail his throbbing tip along your slit to stretch yourself out, to roll your hips with disgusting squelching noises that emphasised how needy you were.

“tojiii . .” you sob when it happens again and toji’s pleasantly surprised to see you close to crying, eyes welling with tears in frustration. you just want him close, but your body’s already too loopy and too fatigued to hold yourself up so toji pulls on you with a tsk.

“dramatic princess, c’mon, i got ya,” from here you can see just how much of a mess you made — juices smeared all over your inner thighs, cunt still leaking, “but i need you t’do somethin’ for me, yeah?”

you sigh as his arm wraps around your middle and his other pulls on your knee so one leg is pulled to your chest; a good enough position, as long as he could fuck you in it. “what is it?”

there’s a certain pout in your voice that he catches, “help daddy get his cock back in you, baby.”

“but—”

“don’t worry,” toji soothes you with a kiss to your temple, adjusting you to properly accommodate you atop of body. not that he couldn’t handle your weight, oh, it was something he loved, but he only hopes you know what’s in store from the very first time you showed him how much you loved his cock in you that it almost brought you to tears.

he needs to see your focused face as you ease him into you, see that focused expression fall into pure ecstasy and a long, languid moan leave your lips as you totally surrender to him. you tick all the boxes soon after, reaching blindly for him while you both watch as you rub his pulsing dick along your sensitive clit; the other has to teasingly buck his hips to get your head back in the game.

“need to feel you ’round me, pretty girl, c’mon. don’t waste time,” he rasps out next to your ear, seeing the bite of your lip through his peripheral as you shamelessly whine at the entrance, sounds coming to a halt when you’re halfway through his length, and then a beautiful arch of your back when your boyfriend bottoms out in you.

“t-toji— mmgh—!”

“use your big girl words, baby.”

but he starts moving and you simply can’t, each vein, each twitch of his cock you can feel it with your sopping pussy as the room starts to smell like sex and sweat. toji holds both your legs, now, making sure you have a clear view of his hips fucking up into yours and relishes in how he’s already rendered you speechless.

“makin’ ya feel good? huh?”

“y-yeah . . daddy . . you feel so fucking g-good,” you barely manage to speak, not noticing the slight stutter he has when the nickname falls from your lips, but you do notice when his pace becomes regular and faster, panting out when your hand starts to rub at your clit. every slap of his pelvis against yours is like a reminder of toji’s overpowering strength over you, holding you up so easily, back curved to fit into his front perfectly.

“you feel so goddamn good too, princess,” he breaths out, feeling your rub circles into your clit and his eyes zone in on how his cock moves in and out of your cunt, taking him so nicely and pliantly that he feels his heart swell, “you know i can never get enough of y’r pussy.”

your heart and pussy pounds harder at that, fully letting your head rest along his shoulder while your body rocks limply along with his thrusts. toji can’t resist giving you kisses along your jawline, sending even more shivers down your whole body before he asks something of you.

“slap your pussy for me, doll,” he grunts into your ear and instantly feels you clench, able to feel his smile against your jawline, “so, soo filthy, just f’me.” you nod, each breath you take a moment of anticipation with someone as gruff but gentle as toji.

“now, spank it.” you obey, giving your pussy a few timid slaps until he releases one leg and shows you how it’s done — harsh, rough slaps against your clit that sends jolts of electricity, and your legs shake in his hold. his laugh is just sadistic, but you love every moment of it, even more so when he spanks your pussy again.

that paired with the noisy pap! pap! pap! sounds of skin slapping has your eyes rolling into your skull together with a convulsing body, not even able to give toji a proper warning before his hand lands on your core on a particularly hard spank and you’re cumming with a cry of his name, squirting all over the sheets and gushing over his cock.

multiple yes’s linger on your lips that it merges together into god knows what, “toji, toji— yesyesyes—” and like a good boyfriend, he talks you through until your pussy calms down and your stomach stops heaving, but god, you needed more.

your hips never stop grinding against his and toji takes it as a sign to chase his high, abandoning your clit before he slams into you like an animal, obscene squelches only highlighting how all of your cum was spraying everywhere. toji bites down into your neck and you gasp both in pain and pleasure, letting your body be used by him until his hips jerk.

“want to be buried in this fucking pussy forever,” it’s strained when he says it and groans when your cunt clenches around him. and it’s not long before he’s spilling his load, so thick and hot into your womb. it just fills you to the brim, little whimpers and mewls weasel themselves out of your throat before it’s taken by toji, a kiss that has you feeling like fire. “love my baby’s pussy, love you.”

“l-love you too, daddy,” you say with a giggle before turning your body over and you can feel his cum start to dribble out, eyes cloudy with the wanton need of more before you start to move down.

a swirl of your tongue, a hiss from toji, “and i love his cock, too.”