#Bio-Well device

[waywardsalt]

hmmm i should download clangen on my school laptop

[screampied]

#RENT-A-DILF! t. fushiguro

ৎ୭ sum. sims 4? more like sims whore. out of procrastination and sheer boredom, you install this pretty new game titled ‘rent-a-dilf!’ the catch? he actually spawns in real life and wants more than just one day with you. girl…

wc. 8.1k (erm)

warnings. fem! reader, dilf! toji, loser girl reader, unprotected, size differences, size kinks, he’s reaaal nasty, brief toy usage, praise, dirty talk, fīngering, squīrting, face fúcking, me breaking the fourth wall, cunnīlingus, bjs, making him whine, implied marathons, breeding kink, impact play, petnames, toji being well … toji!

an. HUUGE thank u 2 kali @blkkizzat for beta'ing some !! <3 this came to me in a dream so… this is all over the place eheh.

“HEY, GIRL. WANNA GET DILFED? PLAY NOW!”

“huh..” you swipe a fat thumb down the dimly lit screen of your phone. ah, the things you do at the buttcrack of midnight. your eyes were glued to your device for about a good hour as you allowed curiosity to get the utter best of you.

RENT-A-DILF! ™ was a brand-spankin’ new romance simulation game. it was a cheap knockoff version of tinder and the sims combined but made up of purely dilf characters. it was easy, you’d list your desired preferences and the game would randomly choose the perfect matches for you. it’s a 50/50 chance that you’ll match with one of the higher-up characters—specifically, the newest one that recently got added to the roster of digital men. toji fushiguro, also known as his ridiculous alias of ‘GUTREARRANGER385.’

at first glance - he’s smokin’ hot.

the app allows you to spin toji around, swipe a thumb through his shaggy black bangs, and even dress him up. your eyes skimmed toward a few words near his bio that read, ‘thirty-three, single, verified dilf, full nelson / doggy enthusiast. . ,’ and an extra tag that read ‘oh, i’m also filthy rich.’

well…

toji was a top-rated character, and again, he was just added to the line-up about a few hours ago.

as you sink into the fat cushions of your pillows, you grip your phone.

it was almost eerie—it was as if the dark-haired character was looking straight at you. while you’re deep in thought, still taking in his displayed stats and filthy bio, your eyes trace back up toward his face. it reads that he’s about a staggering height of 6’2 and judging from his burly build alone, he was fuckin’ jacked.

such swole muscles . .

you couldn’t stop staring for a bit, and the black compression tank with loose-fitted shorts didn’t exactly help things either.

his stance was idle as he had an accessory of a priggish grin curling across both sides of his scarred lips.

his lips, you were so busy fawning over toji’s body that you didn’t even notice the scar that vertically ran down the right side of his mouth. it’s such a brief detail but it’s sexy.

you kind of wanted to know more about him. now that you thought about it, the game had dozens of ‘???’ symbols near the pink box where his lore was supposed to be. he’s new so you’d probably have to wait until you learn more about him.

with your eyes trailing back toward him, just so smug. you could tell from his demeanor despite him being just literal pixels on your glowy screen.

or so you thought..

“fuck it,” you sigh, lightly tapping the print of your thumb against the bright pink ‘marry me?’ button.

you did a lazy skim beforehand about the app’s so-called ‘pity system’ and how dim your chances were at actually snagging toji. like hell, you were gonna spend money on a game—you just had to hope that you were lucky.

it’s damn near close to one at night before you slouch back, sprawling your legs out in an attempt to get more comfortable.

staring at your screen and scratching your head, seconds . . minutes go by and nothing happens.

the game swallows up the last remnants of your free gems and you’re leering back at toji who you could’ve sworn just rolled his eyes at you.

what . . the . . fuuuck . .

okay, girl. sooo nothing happened. now what?

your brows start to contort together in frustration and now you are really bored.

all you wanted was to see what was the hype around this new popular dating-slash-romance-simulator game and now, you were disappointed.

then again, you’ve heard of how games like these were known to scam their players.

with an annoyed groan, you toss your phone near the edge of the bed before crawling over toward your burgundy-colored nightstand. there, you lightly pull on the wooden handle, opening your drawer.

your eyes land on your sparkly-colored rose toy. just about a few days ago, it came in the mail and you were oh-so ecstatic to try it out.

holding your thumb over the heart-shaped power button, you hear the loud ‘beeeep!’ indicating it’s turned on.

reclining back, you lift your nightgown before sighing deeply. hopefully, your cute ‘lil toy could help make you forget everything that just happened.

honestly, you didn’t really think the stupid game would work anyway. you’ll leave a one-star review later.

the entire game screamed a scam but hey, you only live once. it was worth a shot. actually, no it wasn’t.

but on the bright side,

you were starting to forget about the app the moment your pinched fingers slid your panties to the side. a soft moan leaves from your lips the moment the rubber edge of the vibrator smears against your bare clit. your back nearly arches forward, and as you’re gnawing on your bottom lip, you can feel your toes curling.

“f- fuck,” you swallow in an incoming breath, hearing the loud ‘bzzzz’-ing resounding through each of your paper-thin walls.

the stimulation had you forgetting about that shitty game within seconds. you lie back against your pillow, sweet harmonic whines purring out of your dry throat as you gradually succumb to your coarse thoughts.

then it hit you.

why don’t you just fantasize about . . him?

toji fushiguro.

dark-haired, smug grin, scarred sly lips, beefy build, and cold green eyes..

as you started to envision him in your clouded mind—you let off a soft whine. your thoughts were scrambled, but the first image that popped up in your brain was his arms. his muscles, the various veins that would pop through his biceps.

oh- you only imagined what it would feel like to have his arms wrapped around your throat.

the thoughts alone make your thighs squeeze together, and the buzzing from the toy shrieks even louder once you turn it up a single notch.

‘powering off. . !’

wait,

what?

snatched straight out of your lewd fantasm, your fingers pause as they lie against the rubber toy. your eyes widen once the vibrating stops— and then in your room, it’s dead quiet again.

“you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” you whine, the realization that your toy dying mid-fantasy making your mood turn even more sour.

first, you lose in the game and you lose at playing with yourself too? damn, girl you’re a failure!

oh uh, sorry.

“heh, need help, sugar?”

you freeze the minute your ears perk up, hearing a smoky raspy voice. its low, with a bit of huskiness underneath it too. coldness sets against your thighs, creeping at the skin that hides underneath your pulled-up nightgown before you gulp.

was that…

“yeah, it’s me. y’er wished uh- ‘dilf.’ whatever i’m supposed to say,” toji adds in a raspy tone, crossing his beefy arms with a puffed-out chest. it was as if he was reading your mind. you probably had the dumbest expression plastered across your face because toji then smirked. “what? y’er toy that failed to make you cum made you speechless too? awwwh.”

smug bastard.

a wave of embarrassment crept against your skin as you closed your dangling, open jaw. oh fuck.

he saw that- he saw you, little ‘ole you playing with yourself. just seconds ago, you were fantasizing about if he really was here, and now actually he is.

in the flesh . . . literally.

“i… uh,” you stammer, struggling to form a proper sentence. toji stands tall, a few inches away from the edge of your bed. hooded, green eyes stare at you and he’s just loving it - the way your eyes rove down his body, openly checking him out.

he wore the same outfit you picked out for him in the game.

a compression tank top with some shorts. (you added a tiny pink bow on his head just to be funny) the more you ogled at him with cute, enlarged eyes—the more you realized just how big he was. ‘big’ was an understatement, the guy was huge. toji towered over you even while you were lying in bed. “wow,” you softly utter, your eyes coincidently landing on his bulge.

toji was packed- and it was as if his bulge was having a staring contest right back at you.

“i know, darlin.’ he’s big ain’t he?” toji snickers.

you finally meet toji’s eyes before scoffing. his personality traits weren’t kidding about him at all. he’s cocky. “i’m just- you’re real?”

“pretty much.”

“but… how?”

“touch me ‘n find out, darlin.’”

you deadpan, but it was tempting.

you don’t even realize that you’re already sitting up from your bed—slowly inching yourself toward him.

toji eyes you with the same impish simper, puffed chest, and hefty arms crossed. he’s so brawny, and the moment you softly feel on his left bicep with a hand, he snickers.

“mhm,” he mumbled under his breath, and you could feel his muscles tense at your touch. multiple veins pulsed down his exposed arms and oh- the entire thing was so sensual.

you still felt embarrassed but now you started to feel something else. toji noticed you started to stare at his hands and he raised a dark brow. “this not enough for you, yeah?” your eyes widened once he then bent down, a few inches away from your face. he’s actually real, and sure, you were probably staring at literal pixels but you didn’t care. “want me ‘ta touch you, pretty girl?”

“please,” you whine, and that single word comes out of your mouth so quickly. it flew past your lips within and split a second and you didn’t even register how fuckin’ whiny you sounded in front of him.

your body was burning hot, and you were blazing up underneath your nightgown. “i- i mean, yeah,” you try to play it cool, only embarrassing yourself even further. toji’s so close thought that you could fully smell him.

he smelled manly, a citrusy mixture of wood sage and leather. it’s strong, so strong that it makes you blink thrice.

“yeah what?” toji gruffs, and god he’s just getting closer ‘n closer. by now, he’s just a few spaces away from kissing you.

you’re hoping - praying that he couldn’t hear the dramatic thumps of your heart’s weak pulse.

it’s pounding loudly, competing with drums with each ba-dump! it creates in your chest. toji softly cups your chin, and raises a thin brow once you lean into his touch right away.

“ ‘m gonna need to hear that pretty mouth tell me what to do.” and his smoky voice softens just a bit.

leafy eyes intently stare at you before they shift toward your quivering glossed lips. you’re needy and oh, could he tell.

you lock eyes with toji before letting off a cute sigh. it’s more of a frustrated one—and he’s gingerly rubbing a thumb down your pouty bottom lip. “touch- i want you to touch me, toji.”

“aht ahttt. manners, darlin’,” toji eggs on, guiding his thumb near the corner of your lips. the edge was killing you, and the haughtiness in his voice only made you more irritated. “ ‘pretty please?’ c’mon, talk to me nice.”

toji’s simper turns pompous as he watches you attempt to shoot daggers at him. your knees squeeze together and you’re just so impatient that you just sucked it up, complying. “p.. pretty please, touch me toji.”

“good girl,” he murmurs, and his voice pitched a bit lower this time. it’s almost dangerous, and you gasp once his big hand snakes around your neck.

you’re still trying to wrap your head around how this is even real - but fuck, you were never one to complain.

toji takes a glance at your snapped-shut thighs and he chuckles. “aw, poor thing. that cute rose toy didn’t seem to be much help, huh?”

“……”

ouch.

he just had to remind you of that. but his hand around your neck felt good. he’s gentle, slowly making his way down your chest. toji then starts to make you lie down on your back.

with a flop! the comfy queen-sized bed springs out and you sigh.

“toooji,” and it’s almost like you’re whining again. you hated how slow he was taking, and you knew it was on purpose. the stare he’s giving your body makes you almost moan. your room was slightly dim, but you could still make out his towering wide silhouette. “m- more.”

toji gets on your bed, the mattress dipping from the sudden weight before he grumbles. “bet you fuckin’ do,” and you gasp once he stares between your legs. you moan, watching as toji starts to smell your thighs. he doesn’t just smell though, he’s slowly rubbing his nose and entire face up and down your skin. he’s feral already, and you could tell just from the grunt that leaves his lips shortly after. “ ‘m guessin’ you don’t want me to just touch you anymore, huh sugar?”

“no,” you breathlessly reply, nearly writhing from his touch once his shaggy bangs ghost against your skin.

toji could already smell between your legs. so peachy, and he even made out the faint candied aroma of your body wash that lingered on your skin. your back was already creating an arch at the temptation alone. once his barred hands sprawl your legs apart, he stares straight at your dripping cunt.

oh - you were perfect..

toji huffs, taking a second to smear a thumb down your slit that’s dribbling with so much slit.

leisurely, it cascades down your folds and you watch with glassy eyes once he brings his same thumb up to his lips, getting a taste. “mmm, ain’t that a treat,” and you moan, a hand of yours clawing on his head. toji snickers, feeling your weak grip trying to push him further between your thighs. “my, aren’t you impatient,” toji rasps with a guffaw. “but heh- fine, spread these legs f’ me. ‘s been a while since i’ve eaten good anyway.”

and the moment toji feasts himself between your pretty plush thighs — you were fuckin’ screwed..

he was a literal animal. the second his tongue delves itself inside of your cunt - he’s insane.

toji grunts, pursing his carmine-colored lips as your feeble hips start to rock against his mouth.

“o- ohhh my god,” you’d whimper, tugging at his raven strands. his head movement was just ferocious, swerving from the left to right.

his tongue’s stupidly long too, and toji dips it inside of your pussy before fishing it right back out. he reels it out of your puffed folds before diving right back in.

he’s sluuuurping you as if his life depended on it, savoring your sweetened taste as his lips stuck against your clit. “ngh- fuck, toji,” and your lips couldn’t help but curl into a cute oval.

his tongue..

he’s bullying it between your folds, profusely circling the pointed tip around your pretty ‘lil clit. briefly, it gets trapped within his teeth and toji gives it a little nibble.

a soft yelp! rips out of your throat at the tender munch of his canines playfully munching on your sweetest spots. toji found it cute how you were so squirmy, so much so that his callused rough hands had to hold your hips down. with a cute shimmy, you’re wriggling your twitching sex against his mouth.

already, you watch the glittery stream of your slick starting to drip drip drip down his chin.

toji’s green eyes glance up at you and he snickers, popping in a single digit. slooowly, you feel his thumb sinking inside of your cunt before disappearing into the void of your entrance. you’re moaning, maintaining your firm grip on his head before whimpering. “mm, yank on it harder why don’tcha.”

toji grumps—his head pulling forward roughly at your adorable strength. he’s buried not six inches deep but nose deep, and you shiver once the tip of his button nose starts to rub up ‘n down your sobbing pussy.

he’s addicted- not only that but the epitome of pussy drunk.

“tojiiiii!” you slur out his name, a gasp shortly following out of your lips. the dexterous shapes and curves of his tongue make you whine out his name again . . and again . . and a-fuckin’-gain.

as he’s easing another thick finger inside of your cunt, you’re starting to fantasize.

why didn’t men like him exist in real life?!

he’s messy, giving each area of your cunt a multitude of sloppy kisses. bubbles of saliva trickle past the corners of his lips as he’s stuffed right between your legs.

toji’s damn near animalistic- his buds continuing to whine out for more of your divine taste.

he doesn’t think he’s tasted anything this good since.

you’re full, exhaling a sharp breath once you feel him plug in yet another digit.

“biiiig stretch, baby. three’s the fuckin’ charm,” toji huskily groans, staring straight at your pussy.

it’s so pretty, he’d never get over the shine that coats the entirety of your loving entrance. if he’d squint, he’d mistaken your clit for a blossoming flower. a more lewd one at least anyway.

it’s sloppy with the way he’s got three fat fingers barreling inside of you at once. toji watches as your stomach dips and you’re gasping, tightly pulling at his scalp. “hehhh, atta girl. get these fingers wet if you want toji sir later.”

toji sir….?

just as you were about to eye roll, you let off a moan once you hear the ridiculously wet sloshes of your cunt. he’s pumping all fingers in and out of you while flicking his tongue — multitasking.

with a ‘pop!’ he takes one out before sliding it back in, feeling you bare around each digit like a good girl. “oh- fuck, please don’t stop. pleaseplease,” and you grow even more hysterical as you’re just basically fucking against his face now.

as you’re jerking your hips against toji’s face, you feel a bit of stubble along with his slanted scar smearing against your cunt.

it tickled, but oh- you weren’t laughing.

your eyes were rolling at the enticing sways of his tongue every time. they reach deep- far deeper than the tips of his fingers if that was even possible. as toji’s still idly swirling his flat tongue inside of your gummy orifice, he hears you exhale a deep shriek. “ ‘m gonna cum!”

“awh,” toji slyly murmurs, and you coo out a surprised ‘oooh’ the moment he snatches out of his dewy-coated fingers.

they’re covered in translucent webs of your tangled slick when he gives your cunt a pat. “hear that, baby? said she’s gonna cum,” and he’s not even looking at you. verdant eyes gave your pussy his entire uninvited attention instead, and you feel him blowing his hot breath against your puffy slit. toji even presses his ear up to your wet folds before nodding. “mhm. ‘s exactly what i’m sayin.’”

“uh?? are you seriously talking to my pu—”

“quiet now, sugar. you’ll get y’er turn,” toji utters, making you moan with a spanking right against your fluttering clit. as you’re still laid back with your legs widely splayed out, you quietly bite back whimpers once his palm starts to maneuver a circle around your entrance.

a wet splash! ends up making you spurt out a few droplets of slick right onto the center of his hand. “nasty giiiirl,” he purrs, turning his palm around before licking it right up while staring dead at you.

your neck starts to feel a bit numb as it’s slightly raised just so you can keep staring at toji. he’s just toying with your pussy, casually flicking his tongue against your nub just to hear you whine.

“t- tojiiii.” you wail out, feeling your nerves practically scream at you.

you felt every bundle of axons in your body violently shake you to your very core. your thighs wrapped around toji’s broad neck, merely suffocating him—but he had to admit, going out like this wasn’t so bad..

“give it t’ me then,” he gruffly rasps against your pussy. his breath yet again fans against your folds, noticing that cute ‘lil pulse that would always occur whenever his lips were just a few inches apart.

toji even whistles against your slit, lolling out his tongue before lapping you up from top to bottom.

teasingly, he even goes down toward your neglected puckering hole to give it a loving lick. “all on my tongue, girl. hah- make a mess,” he continues, and you’re whimpering as he’s gruffly talking you through your incoming release.

all you’re seeing is nothing but white once it finally comes. bright, blinding splotches of white that blur your vision for a few seconds..

the moment you let go, you let off a sweet squalling orgasm that rings through your ears and toji’s.

more of a sobbing battle cry and it’s oh-so cute.

at least toji thought so, and he could feel the lessening hold of your fingers releasing from his ravened tresses.

toji’s slurping you clean, making sure his tongue doesn’t miss a drip of your syrupy mess. it coats down on his tongue perfectly, falling on his sizzling tastebuds and even pouring a stream down his chiseled chin.

“there we go girl, uh huhhh.” as he’s talking with his mouth full, you fall back against your bed.

you’re beat - stars clouding your vision and your current state was so cartoonish.

your legs felt like they stopped working, no batteries left in each limb and you’re still moaning whilst he’s lapping up the last few syrupy drops.

licking near the crevices of your inner thighs, toji hums. “heh. y’er cute. ‘s been a while since you’ve got eaten out, sugar?”

in a sluggish mumble, you stare at toji with metaphorical heart eyes. “i guess.”

“poor baby,” he clicks his tongue, sitting up. you’re panting heavily, watching as he gets up. toji’s broad body hovers over you and he runs a hand through his matted black strands. “y’know-” he pauses at the feeling of your hand reaching near his shorts. toji looks at you before snickering, raising a brow. “aw, don’t tell me you want a taste too. ‘s that what you want?”

“mhm,” you utter, and you don’t even realize you are drooling once you’re fondling your fingers with the hem of his briefs. they’re a viridescent green, matching his eye color. once you meet the strip of his boxers with bold black letters that read, ‘DADDY TOJI,’ you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

of course he’d wear briefs that had his name on them.

“don’t be shy, girl,” toji murmurs, placing a wide palm on your head.

you crawl forward as he’s now lying down on the bed with you on your knees. toji’s tank top was wrinkly, and it was pulled up just a tad bit for you to peep at his snatched waistline. it’s sharp, you’d guess that if you tried to touch his hips you’d be left with a paper cut. “ ‘m alllll yours t’night. and he watches as you waste no time, speedily pulling down his boxers.

you’re met that same huge bulge you saw when he was in the game—

it’s big, so big that it almost looked painful.

the way it poked out the fabric, hardening from the tent that was concealing it from being sprung out.

once you pull down his briefs, his cock eventually does spring out, and your eyes cutely widen. “f- fuck.”

“yeahh, toji sir’s gonna be inside you in a minute.”

“stop talking about your dick like it’s a person.”

“make me.”

he’s so annoying,

silence was your reply and toji snickers once he sees you deadpan. he liked getting on your nerves. he found it cute how you were trying to keep up your stubborn façade while wrapping a hand around his monstrous length at the same time.

but fuck.. he’s just so thick-

at first, toji could barely fit around your entire palm. his tip’s swollen, a ruddy crimson red with a pearly split tip.

it’s got veins running from not just one side but all, and you were frothing inside of the mouth just imagining that thing down your throat. you’re so close up to it, glancing at the tears of pre-cum that snivel from the meaty sides. you couldn’t help but give his rounded tip a few kitten kisses.

“m-mhm,” toji grunts, his core muscles underneath his tightly fitted shirt flexing.

seconds later, you softly swirl your tongue around his tip—getting a good enough taste before humming with a closed-eye smile. “go ‘head, get a taste.”

toji’s hand claws on the crown of your head once he ogles at the sight before him.

you - arched over, a hand slowly jerking up and down his hefty shaft. a vein on his dick prods against your finger the moment you cup your lips around his head. it’s massive, and it takes you a second to relax your jaw out.

“nnghm-” you blink twice, laying your wet tongue flat against his flushed crown. toji watches, and he’s oh-so smug. the hooking curve he had on his cock didn’t help either.

you could already start to feel the creases of your mouth numb as you tried to fit him inside. the bittersweet taste of his pre-cum lingers on your buds as your lashes suddenly close.

“niiiiiice ‘n slow, babygirl. you got it,” toji says in a smoky gruff.

the muscles in his burly thighs tense the more your mouth slams down on him. with his nostrils flaring up, toji lets off a loooong groan that puffs out of his chest. “fuuuckk-” he grunts, feeling your tongue circle its way around his sparkly tip.

it’s glimmering with excess dewdrops of cum and you couldn’t help but lap up every drop. toji then sits up on his knees, making you keep your current position.

his knees dig into the plush mattress as he stares at how you’re slowly taking him in your mouth.

with a hand still wrapped around his thick shaft, your lashes flutter once his bulbous cockhead kisses against your uvula. “ahn-” you gulp, a few strands of saliva pouring down the corners of your cracked lips. toji groans, feeling you already starting to lather his entire meaty length with spit as a substitute for lubricant.

it’s messy - and toji eyes you the entire time, his grip against the top of your head getting a bit stronger.

“good girl, mhm. no teeth, n- no fuckin’ teeth. wanna feel that pretty tongue ‘n that tight throat,” and you let off a muffled moan once his tip sloppily drubs against the back of your throat yet again.

you lie your tongue flat, making it wander everywhere—tasting the tasteless veins that were shaped akin to lightning strikes.

it’s all over his cock, and your eyes are closed as you try to savor every inch that eases its way down your right throat. “god- that’s it, that’s what this cute mouth is for, yeah? for dick, huh,” and some more drool seeps from your lips as toji holds up your chin, rubbing a thumb over your mouth. “p- put that mouth to good use, sugar.”

your plump lips wrap around toji’s cock as your head starts to bobble. wholly, you’re taking him in with the end of your conic-shaped tongue teasingly sliding down the midline of his shaft.

toji’s nostrils flare up as he starts to push you closer into his unsteady hips, sucking in a dramatic breath once he feels you starting to wetly fist his cock quicker with one hand.

again, it’s damn biiig, throbbing in the palm of your hand and you moan once you guide your other hand between your legs.

with quick reflexes though, toji reaches in and gives your wrist a slight swat.

“no touchin’, girl.” he grumbles, and you let off a pout as your puffed cheeks heat up. “don’t worry about her right now, she’s fine where she’s at, promise.”

if you didn’t have your mouth occupied you’d smack your lips to voice your frustration, but alas…

your head continues to bobble as you take various fat inches down your throat, occasionally taking a second to breathe for air.

toji’s abs flex as you continue, digging his thick stubby fingers down your scalp. “mmp-” you let off a muffled moan, feeling your thighs squeeze shut.

pathetically enough, you were still dripping and the conditioned air fanning against your exposed skin only made you ten times more sensitive. toji lets off a deep, heavy sigh once you start to fondle his balls.

they were all round ‘n swollen, and he nearly choked on his own words once feels your stringy saliva trickle down toward his heavy, neglected sack.

“nasty s- slut,” he huffs out, already starting to feel his cock tightening. your throat and its warmth were dangerous—and he can feel your jaw starting to slacken. “mmm, gettin’ handsy on me, yeah pretty girl?” and toji brings two fingers toward your face, plugging your nose.

it only lasts about two seconds and you moan, his dick sloppily popping out of your mouth and he hears you gasp. a lustrous stream of spit starts to dribble down your chin as you pant, cutely glaring at him.

“aw, such a messy baby. look at that wet jawww,” he smears a hand down your chin, watching you lean back in.

toji grunts, feeling you grip his base and he knew sooner rather than later, that he was getting close.

you’re opening your throat niiice and wide as if you were preparing to belt out a high note. he’s tapping back against the roof of your mouth and near your twitching uvula repeatedly, and that’s when toji starts to thrust his hips into your mouth.

“fuck, f- fuckk keep goin’,” his voice starts to pitch deeper with an even more husky rasp before he starts to pant. “ ‘m gonna cum, gonna fuckin’ cum right down this messy throat. ‘s that what ya want, pretty?”

“mhm,” your head nods, and you could feel your cunt twitching between your legs at the erotic imagery.

the mental image of toji splattering ropes and ropes of hot cum on your achy pink tongue. it makes you nearly drool just imagining it, and you start to moan again.

toji groans, never getting over the lewd sliminess of your saliva mixing. sloppy strands continue to fall past the edges of your quivering lips as your glassy eyes glance up at him.

toji’s puffing and huffing feverish heavy breaths that make you throb even more. his chest sinks in and out as he’s preparing to shoot a nice load right on your tongue. “hah- fine then, open wide baby girl. better take it all.” toji groans, shivering once your lips tickle down the slope of his frenulum.

with a loud spurt! toji ends up releasing, slimy creamy strings gradually painting near the inside of your mouth.

it comes out slow but it’s so hot- you let off a soft mewl at the bitterly somewhat sweet taste soaking on your highly anticipated tastebuds.

“mmmh.” you let off a satisfied hum, flapping your lashes as he dumps such rivulets of cum down your throat. frosty ribbons ooze down your throat one drop at a time and toji grunts.

“hah- good . . good fuckin’ girl, c’mere.” toji grunts.

as you’re trying to catch your breath yourself, he softly pulls you up by the neck, bringing you into a sultry hot kiss. you moan once his scarred lips harshly crash against yours at full speed.

toji swipes his tongue across the edge of your mouth, barely batting an eye that he’s tasting remnants of his cum on your lips.

as both tongues mercilessly fight for dominance, toji leans you to lie back down on the bed. he’s warm, and you can feel him shiver once you drag a palm down his beefy chest.

you taste a bit of mint on his tongue as he parts your legs with one hand blindly, giving your bare pussy a playful squeeze with his entire wrist.

“mmmpf-” you whimper against his lips, and toji’s big hands slowly trail their way toward your untouched tits. he squeezes them also.

you feel a curve of a smile from toji stretch against your lips as he hears you whine. still delving his greedy tongue in and out of your mouth, occasionally tilting his head, toji brushes his thumbs against the fleecy fabric of your nightgown that sheaths your perked nipples.

before you know it though—you now found yourself bent over and arched.

your lips were all hot and swollen, ridden entirely and you already missed his lips on yours as you laid chest flat down with a cute pout. you could feel toji’s eyes running down your back, shortly hearing a titter come from him once he stops to look at you.

“goddamn, sugar,” toji lets off a whistle as he enjoys the view from the back. your face was met between your fluffed pillows as you chewed on your lip in utter anticipation.

your slicked orifices were just weeping out with your syrupy arousal, clenching from the cold air aerating against it. toji wanders his eyes down the cute shape of your ass with his shaft in hand.

his stare - you could feel it, including the incoming chill that ran down your spine.

with a loud echoing spank, toji swats a hand against your ass, groaning at the jiggly flesh. “so pretty ‘n plump. ‘m gonna take my time with you.”

you moan as your ass instinctively wriggles. toji’s rough wide hands softly caress down your hips before he starts to align himself.

here it goes…

you were mentally preparing yourself, biting on the edge of your cottony pillow. the instant you feel his dewy tip smudge its head against your folds, you let off a deep sigh. shortly afterward, a sweet ‘oooh!’ departs from your lips from the fat size alone. your stomach was already seizing, and the wait was steadily killing you. “fu- fuck,” you croak out, hearing toji’s husky breathing from behind you.

all eyes were on you, and your sweet drooling cunt that just doesn’t know when to stop leaking.

it’s a gorgeous sight in his eyes—

the way how your pulsing inside your clit started to accelerate more ‘n more once he brings his flushed cockhead towards your entrance. “ahh, such a pretty pussy. let’s get the good girl a bit more loose,” toji heaves, and your mouth drops the second his hips sharply pierce inward. gradually, he’s starting to ease his way in..

he’s slow and gentle—

mainly because just a bit of pressure and he’d snap you in half like a twig.

he was that big, and once you were starting to feel the splitting stretch of his cock, you were hysterical. “ohmygoddd.” you blurb out, your hips already pathetically stuttering.

the stretch was so delicious, it’s so good that your eyes were starting to roll back toward the back of your skull yet again. toji groans, feeling your cunt trying to hug against him tightly, greeting him with a cute gummy flutter.

once his thick tip bullies its way inside with its sheer size instead of words alone… it’s game over.

a single thrust was enough to snap you right into reality, and you moan right as his hips punctuate its first hit.

that single hit soon turns into a combo, and toji’s cock started to maintain a decent pace before striking your cunt at all angles. he stares at the fat of your ass that bounces back against his sharp pelvis and he grunts.

“hah- that’s it, girl. fuck back into me, yeah.” and another rude palm smacks against your ass cheek. you whimper, feeling your toes curl at his weight pressing right up against you.

toji lifts his shirt which was practically gluing against his skin due to his masses of sweat. leaning in all the way close, he hovers his weight over you—making his abs rock against you as he starts to grind on your body.

“lemme hear ya,” he hoarsely whispers, feeling your cunt twitch the moment he wraps a hand around the back of your throat.

toji’s strokes were mean-

the epitome of ruthless once he’s just straight-up jackhammering into your walls.

your legs didn’t take long to become wobbly as you were whining his name constantly, choking on your crude inaudible syllables.

“toji—”

“again, not you little girl,” and you moan once his tip thrashes deep into your cervix. it’s nearly reaching there, attempting to drown it with sloppy vigorous kisses.

a palm goes over your mouth, muffling your sweet repetitive moans before he smirks.

“her,” and you whine, feeling him creep a free hand down between your parted thighs. toji rubs circles against your stuffed full cunt, hearing your whimpers pitch louder.

his rhythm was the definition of crazy, and as he was pounding into you continuously, you were slobbering all over the bare center of his palm. toji spanks between your legs, hearing your muffled yelp before lowly chuckling against your ear. a loud splash was heard from your cunt and he starts to smear it back against your throbbing entrance.

“mhm, see baby. she’s tryna talk to me again. ‘m more interested to see what she’s got to say,” and your eyes were practically crossed-eyed now. as toji’s deep voice talks your ear off, he playfully nibbles on your lobe. “wet pussy first, then the whiny wet girl, yeah?”

“mmph-” you moan, bawling your sheets into the open palms of your hand. toji gawks as your body starts to gradually lift.

it’s cute- your ass raises and you’re trying to match his pace. toji’s hitting you well and he’s hitting you deep.

each tilt of his hips sends you whiplash and you’re hacking on your own spit. “mmng.” as your muffled sounds resounded through your walls, you feel his hand go against your ass again.

toji’s favorite part always was to just see your skin bounce back against his.

the jiggle—it was the icing on the cake. the swerves of his hips have you getting dick-drunk within seconds.

bulging widely, your eyes enlarge the exact moment you feel something go against the back of your head.

it’s his foot- thankfully he’s wearing socks.

“fuuuck, such a nasty fuckin’ grip,” toji growls, bringing both hands toward your hips again. he’s holding you firmly, with his foot raising toward the back of your neck. you let off an even prettier moan this time, mutely gasping from the angle.

with toji’s foot near the back of your head, he’s in an even deeper position. “take it. take this dick, t- take it.” as you’re moaning, toji pushes you further into the follow.

oh- you were getting close again.

very, very close. so close that you could taste it in your tongue, it’s salty flavor never subsided.

it was coming quickly, and this time it felt a bit different.

your cunt’s glossing the entirety of toji’s cock that buries itself inside of your clingy walls before he groans. taking the pillow out of your mouth, your words and sounds aren’t so muffled anymore. “t- toji! somethin’s about to—”

“i know… iiiii know,” he cuts you off, and his thrusts against you start to slow. slow but still insanely deep.

you feel a bit of a bulge nudge against the lower pit of your tummy and you exhale. he’s in wholly, stretching out your pretty pussy and rearranging your insides—ironically enough just like his alias name.

“let go for me,” and you moan once he releases his foot from behind you, cupping your chin with a bare hand. you’re a mess, drooling from the sides of your swollen pursed lips before whining. “trust me, sugar. let go.”

at his words—you end up ‘letting go’ which fet like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

you’ve had orgasms but this felt like an entirely new world. you’re gushing out, sprinkling out a small clear stream on his cock before gasping.

your legs were on their last few hinges before collapsing and your eyes widened larger. “toji, toji s- shiiiit,” you ramble with furrowed brows and a dangling dropped jaw.

you’ve never felt more wet, and your entire body blissfully relaxes once your release comes.

toji’s still inside you before he sneers. your body gets limp and he squeezes your plump lips together. “woahhh,” he gruffs, pressing his chin onto your right shoulder. you shiver once you feel the clammy mess stick and soak between your thighs. “did you just squirt on me?”

“s- sorry, sorry,” you moan, feeling your left leg twitch. you’re still spurting out and it’s like a crashing wave that just keeps coming.

toji rubs a thumb against your lips, his hips coming to a sudden pause.

“ah. don’t apologize, silly girl,” toji coos against your neck, planting a kiss near your skin. he feels your body slumping but toji raises a brow once you make him pull out, lightly pushing him back on the bed. “oh? what’s this, sweetheart?” he lands on his chest before snickering. “atta girl. not scared ‘ta look me in the eye.”

“s.. shut up, toji.”

“hmph. how rude.”

toji ends up fucking you stupid, fucking the brain cells—whatever brain cells you had left in your brain by dumbing you down with fat inches of his cock.

round after round after round . .

you’re an entire drooling, babbling mess and despite your legs nearly giving out, you only wanted more..

he did countless positions with you, making you moan out his name constantly until it’s the only word that can slip past your glossed lips. until it’s the only word that can formulate in your brain.

you’re dumbfounded at his stamina - his speed.

you lost track of time and you were sure it was probably waaay past one am by now.

you were currently on top of toji, riding him with the loud creaks of your bed groaning in agony from both active bodies.

your hips were so sensual, rockin’ back and forth while he had a hand attached to your waist the entire time. that sly grin that painted across his lips never left. “yeahhh, girl. use those hip—ack,” and toji pauses mid-sentence once your hand wraps around his throat. “heh- the fuck?”

“you talk too much, toji.” you puff, watching his smug grin widen even more. he’s not even fazed?

oh- he’s turned on.

toji’s sat man-spread with his hand still gripping your hip. his cock’s puncturing inside of your cunt deeply, massaging thoroughly through your walls like its life depended on it.

the view of you swerving your body on his lap turned him on a lot more than he thought it would. it was just something about the way you moved your hips, going in circles and fuck- it drove him mad.

“funny comin’ from a pretty girl with a pussy who doesn’t know when to-”

you shut him up right away by placing your lips on his. toji grunts, leaning into your touch. you felt his hardened scar rub against the side of your lip before your hips quickened.

you’re slow - lustfully torturing toji with your hips. his cock’s pumping in and out of your cunt, feeling you freely writhe around him.

you taste sweet, and he tilts his head back as both crowns of teeth clash at full force. the constant stretch of his hooked cock never fails to leave you speechless as you whisper out soft moans against his thin lips.

“mmph-” toji gruffs, the bed’s creaking turning into mere wails.

you’re bouncing on him now, still having a hand wrapped around his throat before flicking your tongue against his. toji smacks your ass, then he does it again, and again.

hearing your shrilling whines makes him squeeze the fat of your flesh, eagle-spreading his legs even wider like the slut he was.

his body’s just overly glossed with sweat, it shines down his buff physique before you slowly pull away from him. slimy tangled strands of saliva tear away from each lip as toji stares at you.

it’s a mere pout on his lips before he huffs, tilting his head back. “ ‘m gonnaaa fuckin’ cummm,” he blurts in a thick tone, dragging out his elongated words due to your pussy making it hard for him to think straight. “hah- y’er hips are evil, sugar. fuck, gonna milk me.”

as he sucks in a honed sharp breath, feeling the weight of your hips swerve uncontrollably in hypnotizing arcs, toji slips out a whine.

it’s subtle, and you had to really listen to hear his husky tone pitch but you heard it. you watch as the veins in his neck pop, and as you’re still choking him, it turns him on even more.

his cock throbs fiercely inside of you, smacking against each gummy spot that’s located in your sloppy, spongy walls. you had a grip that he just couldn’t get enough of. it was cute how your hand could barely fit all the way around his thick neck anyway, but nonetheless—

toji ends up shooting blanks abruptly, a gruff groan leaving past his lips once he feels himself preparing to shoot inside of you. with your panties still glued to the sides of your thighs, you let off another bundle of exaggerated moans, slowing your pace down.

“f- fuck,” you inhale, feeling toji dig his nails into your left ass cheek. he’s clenching down his tense jaw tightly, emerald eyes flickering back for a moment as his mouth remains slightly agape.

once his milky knot’s pooling its way deep into the barrier of your womb, you let off a shuddering whine. “toji, fill me up, mhm- don’t stop.”

“ugh-” he groans, feeling the weight of his sack start to gradually shrivel up inside of you. the sight of you straddling him was enough to make him cum alone.

toji’s entire body felt hot - scorching, but compared to the dryness of his throat was an entirely different story..

he’s got so much, wads ‘n clods of creamy, gooey seed that plugs its way into your cunt.

you finally sit still, listening to the loud sloshes of all pounds of flesh grinding together. toji’s chest heaves in and out as he’s still got a hand glued to your ass, feeling his cock excessively droooool out such creamy lumps of cum.

“s- sugar,” and his sleazy smile returns on his lips again. toji’s fucked dumb just as much as you were, and you could tell because of how droopy and half-open his eyes were. “heh, got some nerve m- milkin’ me like that. some hah- nerve.”

“you don’t seem so cocky now, toji.” you hum, bringing a chaste kiss against his lips. a stocky arm wraps around your waist before his eyes close, locking lips with you for the final time, hungrily swallowing his low grunts whilst the two of you exchange saliva.

“girl whatever,” he grumbled with sass, and he was still cumming. you let off a soft moan, feeling a brief pudge from just how much he dumped into your pussy. you were leaking from the sides of your thighs, streams of frothy white tearing from each lip. toji licks against your lips before hearing your phone interrupt the two of you with a loud, screeching ‘beeeep!’ with a snarl, he huffs. “the fuck is that?”

you turn toward the side of the bed, reaching for your phone. “my phone, hold on-” and as he’s still plugged into you fully, keeping your walls tight ‘n snug with not only his shaft but his enormous sticky load, you squint. “huh..” and it’s a notification from the app ‘RENT-A-DILF!’

“what’s it say? hah- better be important,” toji mumbles, letting off a soft groan from the feeling of your hips shifting against him.

“ooh. it says . . i matched with a new character,” you reply, taking a moment to scroll your thumb down the brightly pink screen.

it displayed a new character that must’ve been added to the roster a few minutes ago.

as your eyes skim at the coral-pink description box, it mentions in bold how he’s not exactly a dilf like the other male leads….. buuuut the catch was that he was dashingly handsome.

and to be honest, the more you stared at the character with a lit cigarette sticking out of his lips and was draped in a jet-black tuxedo.. yeah, he was pretty hot.

“hm. says his name is shiu kong,” and you look back at toji who’s got a look of literal disgust. “what? do you know him?”

“………………….”

hehe.

[dilfstarr]

Toji x black fem reader

a/n: toji and kid megumi fics are dear to my heart. i had like three different prompts and i put them into one. ive been getting so much love on my work and its making me all mushy inside. thank yall so much— might drop a tear :,)

�� warnings: implied age gap(toji turned forty/reader is in late twenties), megumi is four, reader is megumi’s bio mother, toji at a cookout?!, fluff, lovey dovey shiii, smut smut smut!, accidentally taking a viagra, masturbation, side missionary?, backshots from hell, rough!toji, mean!toji, dom!toji/sub!reader, spit play, face slapping, hair pulling, thumb in bootay, implied marathons, Toji is all around disgusting.

“How’s Megumi?”

“Good. Quiet.”

“Ol’ lady still treating him like a newborn?”

“Yup.” He replied, popping the p at the end of the word.

There was a comforting silence between them as they both gazed down at the city beneath them. Abruptly, Shiu snapped his fingers before digging in his suit pocket.

“Oh before I forget, happy birthday Zenin.”

A pill bottle, topped with a red bow, rattled like maracas in his grasp before he passed it off.

“The fuck is this?”

SUPER LONG LASTING read back at him as he twirled the blue bottle between his fingers.

“You’re gettin’ old. It’s about that time where you have those… problems.” Shiu chuckled before taking a drag of his smoke.

“Really?” He questioned looking over at his friend, cracking a smirk, “Your wife didn’t have any complaints this mornin’.”

He was so tickled by his own joke, he could barely finish his sentence without laughing. His friend, on the other hand, didn’t think the joke was funny at all—grumbling something incoherent, flicking the smoke at him.

Toji knew he didn’t need no damn enhancement pills, you damn sure knew it—hell, from the shared vacation you took with Shiu and his wife last year, they knew. Shiu mistakenly booked a room with an adjoined suit instead of two separate rooms. The door separating them from y’all was located in their bedroom—coincidentally, that’s where yours was located as well. He couldn’t look you in the eyes for months.

It wasn’t every day he got a gift from his friend, let alone a gag gift, so he kept it. He stuffed the bottle in the side pocket of his gym bag, ultimately forgetting about it.

✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

“Make sure you grab sunscreen, I don’t want my son walkin’ around lookin’ like a tomato.”

“Got it.”

“Oh! Make sure to pack extra clothes in case he gets dirty or somethin’.”

“Got it.”

“Should we bring his tablet?” You questioned, holding up his green iPad.

“Nah, other kids will be there. He’ll be good.”

“I know, but-”

The call of your name was flat and stern. “He’s going to be with his family baby, I promise he’ll be good. Now take seat before you start stressin’ me out.”

You sigh—walking defeatedly to the bed, next to where Toji was overpacking Megumi’s Tony Tony Chopper book bag. Plopping down on the bed, you throw the tablet on the pillows.

“Nuh uh. Get that shit off the pillowcase. We don’t know where that tablet been.”

“My bad.” You pick it back up the device and place it on your nightstand.

Your face contorts as your lost in thought. Your husband instantly knows something is going on.

“You okay baby? Need some dick before we go?”

“As much as I want to say yes, it would make us late nd’ I don’t want to hear it.” He chuckled, zipping up the book bag, placing it on the ground. The bed dips when he sits next to you, causing your body to sway gently. He pat his jean covered thigh twice before he spoke.

“Come to daddy, baby.”

You couldn’t hide your grin even if you tried. His lap was always inviting—your second place to sit. As soon as you got comfortable on his lap, his muscular arms wrapped around your torso from behind as he pecked along your exposed shoulder.

“Talk to me wife.”

You sighed deeply before replying, “I think I’m just nervous about Megumi meet my whole family. They can be a handful at times and I don’t want to…overwhelm him you know?”

He hummed at your words, taking a minute to respond—picking his words carefully.

“Megumi is growing up. He’s going to be exposed to all different kinds of people. Our job is to teach him to accept and not shield. Not saying we shouldn’t overlook him completely but let him…. Explore. Does that make sense?”

“…” He shifts your body to the side so he has access to your face.

“I’m basically telling you that Megumi will be fine” smooch “there is nothin’ to worry about” smooch “and we should get goin’ before we be late.” smooch

He lifts you to your feet by your waist. You stretch, reaching up for the ceiling. Turning around you see Toji holding his hand out, silently asking you to help him up. You chuckle, grabbing his one hand with your two.

“C’mon old man.”

He groaned when he stood up straight, “Yea, this old man will fuck you up.”

“Mmm I know it.” You purr. Your hands slide up him arms slowly—seductively, before finding comfort around his neck.

“You tryin’ to start some’?”

“Maybe.”

The kiss was long overdue. He pulled you closer to his hard body so he could get a better grip on that ass. Ever since you had your son, he couldn’t get enough of you��everything was so full. As he palmed your bottom, his kisses became hungrier and sloppier. He nibbled on your bottom lip, sucked on your tongue—anything he could do to express his love.

Three quiet knocks interrupted your make out session. Toji reluctantly slid his hands off of your ass—bringing them up to wipe your gloss off of him face. You did the same—fixing your dress in the process.

“Is that my megumi?”

Your tone was high pitched causing your husband to shake his head in disbelief. He hated when you talked to Megumi like he was still a baby—he will forever be a baby in your eyes.

The door creaked open slowly—his tiny figure standing in the door frame. He wore a pout similar to his father’s as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“About time he woke up, boy sleep like he got a job. You start getting him ready while I load up the car.

He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before grabbing Megumi’s book bag. Walking past Megumi, he ruffled his hair earning an annoyed groan from him.

“Stop that dad!”

You giggle—walking towards his tiny figure. He instinctively raised his arms so you’ll pick him up. Usually, you wouldn’t hold him because Toji thinks he’s way too big to be carried around like a baby, but he’s not here, so what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. A strained groan left your lips as you pick him up, sitting him on your hip.

“You know how upset daddy would be if he seen me carrying you around?”

He nodded at your question before wrapping his arms around your neck. “C’mon let’s go get ready so you can eat.”

✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

“Mommy it’s so cold!” He flinched at the cold liquid sprinkling on his skin.

“I know, but it’s to keep you from getting sunburned. Remember that time daddy was red like ketchup?”

Megumi giggles while holding his T-pose. “Yes! And he was screaming like a girl.”

He adds, making himself laugh harder. You laughed along with him, causing Toji walk around the car to investigate. He found you crouched down, spraying sunscreen on his son’s arms.

“What got y’all laughin’ so hard?”

Meg’s big gray eyes look up at his father—pointing in his direction, “You!”

“Me? What I do?”

“I reminded him about the time you got sunburned and how you were red like ketchup.” You rubbed the spray into his arms as you explained.

“And screamed like a girl!” Megumi added.

“And screamed like a girl.” You repeated.

“Whatever. You almost done?”

You switch from his arms to his legs, bending down lower to rub in the spay in. “Yea just his legs then I’m done.”

“Good, cause I’m hungry. I could eat a little boy named Megumi.” He joked, rubbing at his tummy. At the sound of his name, his face balled up in confusion. “Mommy hurry!”

Walking into the backyard felt like walking into a circus act. Two grills were being used at the same time, one of them housed your father— a green towel sat on the shoulder of his white polo, occasionally wiping his forehead as he dressed the chicken with his famous Bbq Honey Glaze. On the other grill was your uncle. He had one of the in-laws watching him grill hotdogs and hamburgers while he sipped his canned Twisted Tea. A green dragon bouncy house stood tall—rocking with each bounce. You could see kids doing all types of flips through the mesh net.

Candy Rain by Soul for Real blared through the multiple speakers—urging people to dance in formation. If the kids weren’t in the bouncy house, then they ran around freely with water guns soaking each other causing some of the adults to scold them for running. The tables lined up with finger foods were being shaded by many colorful umbrellas, shading the food from the summer blaze. You saw the familiar faces of your cousins sitting at the UNO table shouting about the rules and how the game is being rigged.

Megumi held your hand tighter as you began to walk towards the crowd. His book bag, with the photo of his favorite anime character plastered on the back, was being held up by the handle by Toji as he walked because it was too heavy for him to carry on his on—he insisted on wearing it. You were walking towards the house before the booming sound of your father’s voice hollered your name.

“You look beautiful as always baby girl.” His hug was warm—but it was blazing hot outside so the hug was very short. “Thanks pa.”

The loud clap beside your head from your father dapping up Toji caused little Megumi to look up confused at the sudden loud noise. Crouching down, it was now time for your dad greet your son.

“Wassup lil man.”

He held his hand out, palm up, asking for a high five. Megumi hesitated—looking up at his dad. Toji gave a nod and your son swung his hand down hard, slapping your father’s earning a “all right!” from him. He shook his tiny hand before standing up straight—giving a loud, overdramatized dad groan.

“Where is momma?”

“She in the house with all the women talking’ down on us fellas. You know, the usual.”

You giggle at his words, “Okay I’ll see you later, I’m gonna get Megs out this sun.”

“Ok baby girl. Aye Toj’, whenever you done in there come see me. I got sum for you to look at.”

“Yes sir.”

The walk to house was constantly interrupted by the nonstop greetings of everyone you passed. You made it your mission to at least say hello to everyone. Toji got pulled away by your uncle on the grill—unfortunately Toji, and the now many in-laws, were held hostage, listening to his jail stories. With his father no longer holding the weight of his book bag, Megumi complained about his back hurting and not wanting to walk anymore. With it being as hot as it was, you were not picking him up—you instead took his bag. He trailed closely behind you before you pulled him in front of you.

“My baby!!”

“Hi momma!”

The kitchen full of women watch as she damn near jumped over the counter to greet her first born. The hug was filled with love and way longer than the one with your father since you felt air conditioning blowing against your skin. She pulled away just to stare into your face and smiled.

“Where is my grand baby?”

“I don’t know, I could’ve sworn he walked in with me.” You grin, playing into her joke.

Megumi looked down at himself to make sure he didn’t suddenly turn invisible. He tapped your leg to get your attention while you and your mom“searched” for him on the ceiling.

“I’m down here grandma.”

His voice was just above a whisper as he spoke. He became as tall as you from your mother picking him up.

“You’re gettin’ big boy. Bout to be as big as your daddy!”

“Tell me about it. I want him to stay little forever.”

The kitchen gawked over Megumi as he was paraded around. He was the youngest on your side of the family and got spoiled by almost everyone. His pockets were stuffed with bills countless bills from their wallets, telling you not to steal it. From all the attention he received he instantly became overwhelmed, reaching his arms out for you.

“Here mama take him. Let me finish the banana puddin’ before your daddy come up in hear complainin’.”

You pulled out a dinner chair to sit—plopping Megumi on your lap. Your aunts watched in awe as you walked past them.

“Okay miss thing! I see you fillin’ out that dress.”

“Right that thang is just thangin’!”

The room erupted into laughter as your aunts took turns complimenting you.

“Now y’all leave her alone fore’ her man come and get ya.” Your mom warned, placing cookies on the glass baking tray.

“And who her man?”

As if summoned, the screen door was pulled open—Toji walking in. The bright sun shined from behind him like he was an angel. His sweaty stomach was being shown to the crowd from him using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. Tattoos of all shapes, colors, and sizes, glistening in sweat like a glazed donut.

“Uh, Toji?”

“Yea baby?”

His voice was rough and low—almost the tone he used to talk you through it.

He brought his shirt down expecting to look at you, but was instead gazing at kitchen full of shocked older women lusting over his exposed abs. The kitchen fell quiet aside from the quiet “ew” from your son.

“Now y’all get a grip and stop starin’ at the po’ boy!” Your mother walked around the kitchen island to greet your husband. “How you doin’ baby?”

“Better now that I’m seein’ you” His smile was genuine as he pulled her in for a hug.

Following in your mother’s footsteps your aunts formed a line to also be pulled into a hug. Soon, the kitchen became a Meet-And-Greet for your husband. You hilariously watched from the table as he pleaded with his eyes for help. One of Megumi’s cousins convinced his to play tag outside leaving you by yourself at the table.

Once Toji was done with his endless conversations with the women of the family, he made his way to you with a peace offering—a strawberry wine cooler.

“You doing alright baby? Been upset since Megs left.”

His chair was pulled up next to you so now you were rubbing shoulders. You took a big swig of the refreshing alcohol before you spoke.

“I think I want another baby.”

“You barely drunk that one. You tryin’ to get tipsy or somethin’?”

“Wha- no. Like a baby, baby.” To further emphasize what you meant, your palm rubbed circles on your stomach.

“..”

Megumi was no longer a baby and you haven’t quite registered that—no you didn’t want to register it.

“What’s goin’ to happen when that baby grows up? You gonna want another?”

You nod—a chuckle rumbling in his throat.

“Babies grow, nothin’ stays young forever, you do realize that right?”

“I know. Just one more baby then I’ll be good.”

He looks at you like you’re telling him a joke.

“I don’t think you’re takin’ this serious. A baby—no a child, is a lot of responsibility and it sounds like you just want for one stage of it’s life.”

Before you could reply the shouting of your father interrupts.

“Yo Toj’ you busy?”

He turns back to you, “We’ll talk later, yea?”

You nod, giving him the ok to walk away. His stride was something serious, like he carried something heavy—pulling up his pants slightly as he walked towards to door.

“Bye ladies!”

The kitchen synchronized like a coir as they all said goodbye. You were now left alone with your thoughts and a wine cooler. That was until your son came in seconds later doing his bathroom dance.

“Mama I have to use the bathroom.” Megumi whispered in your ear as if he was telling you top secret information. Matching his energy, you pulled him closer—cupping your hand around his ear.

“Let’s go.”

✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

With the sun finally sunken, it was cool enough to be out. Overlapped conversations filled the yard from everyone sitting outside. With everyone fed and not burning up from the harsh rays of the sun, the atmosphere was much more inviting and calm. Megumi was surrounded by his many cousins in the bouncy house, having the time of his life. Couple’s crowed the makeshift dance floor, swaying to the steady tempo of Piece of My Love by Guy—Including you and your husband.

He was behind you with his head resting on your shoulder, occasionally kissing it. His hands were wrapped tightly around your stomach, pulling you closer in his embrace. One of your hands rested on his while the other fiddled with the dark hair on his neck.

“You can have a piece of my love, it’s waitin’ for you.” He sung lowly in your ear causing you to giggle from the tickling sensation.

“And why do you know this song Toji?”

He laughed before replying, “You think this is my first cookout?”

“Boy! It better be!”

You both giggle, rocking to the beat slowly. Turning around completely to face him—you lay your head on his chest. He rest his chin on your head as you listen to the steady beat of his heart. Toji fought the urge to massage your ass—your parents were less than fifty feet away.

It was now the perfect time to bring up your previous conversation.

“M’sorry for how i acted earlier. I was bein’ selfish.”

He hummed at your apology. “Do you get where I was comin’ from or you jus’ tryin’ to dead it? Cause this is serious.”

“I do get where you were comin’ from. I just wanted another child just for the first stage of its life and that’s not right. I never saw it from your perspective because I was so clouded in mine. I’m sorry.”

“Look at me.”

Your brown eyes fixed on his grey ones. Even in minimum light, his eyes shined bright. God he was so sexy.

“I’m willin to have as many kids with as humanly possible, I just needed you to understand that they won’t stay kids forever. Let them grow up baby.”

You nodded—understanding. “Ok.”

“Y’know how much I love you?”

“Hmm, I think I need to be reminded.”

“Oh I’ll remind you. I’ll remind you all night, gimme a kiss.”

You tried to keep the kiss as clean as possible before your husband bullied his tongue between your lips. His hands shifted down from your hips to your butt—rubbing it like he’s a fortune teller.

“Hey keep it PG!”

“M’sorry momma.”

You sheepishly hid your face in Toji’s chest as he found it hilarious. The song concluded and the couples gave the dance floor back for everyone else.

Hours passed, next thing you knew it was 11:08pm. The kids were asleep as the cookout turned into an adult party. Shots of vodka in jello form were passed around like a joint. Toji was whooping ass in blackjack—racking close to five hundred dollars. His mouth was reckless, when he was winning during card games—he encouraged you to put down the big bills and called you a pussy if you didn’t. His blut was held lazily between his lips before slapping a card down and collecting money.

This pimp shit ain’t nothin’ new to me

I knew he was for the community

Bigger in Texas by Megan Thee Stallion blast the speakers, causing in echo in the night sky. Your parents were definitely getting a notice first thing tomorrow.

“Show ‘em how you got pregnant cousin!”

You lifted your sun dress to your knees so it was looser by your ass. You squat, hands leaned on your knees as you popped your lower back—twerking. Your cousins encouraged you even more when the steady chant of “aye! aye! aye!” became louder.

“Show ‘em your Megan knees!”

On command you balance on the ball of your feet, thrusting back and forth—going as far as grabbing your ankles.

✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

Toji drove back home in complete silence as you and Megumi were knocked the fuck out. Both you and your son were slumped over in the seat—mouth open, drooling. You had a time last night! You eventually woke up when he was five minutes away, but not without a metro booming headache.

Megumi stayed sleeping the whole walk to his bedroom as Toji carried him. Undressing him to put on his night clothes, you noticed the countless amounts of stickers on his body coincidentally in the same spots his father’s were. You smiled to yourself before pushing his hair back and kissing his forehead.

“Goodnight my sweet boy.”

Your headache was made worse by the steam of you and Toji’s shared shower. Every step you took was met with dots of black—you needed to sleep asap.

Toji didn’t have the gift of sleeping whenever, like you, so he took melatonin to ease him to sleep. Not finding any in his medicine cabinet he checked through his bags to see if he misplaced the bottle of drugs. He went on a world wide search before hearing the rattle of pills from his gym bag. Since he was so irritated, he didn’t even take the pill bottle all the way out—just digging his fingers in, taking two.

You were stirred awake by muffled moaning and the quick rapid movement of the bed.

“Fuuckk.” Toji’s groan was deep and desperate.

The bed shaking paused as he searched for another video. Finding one, he played it, resuming his jerking. He wore no headphones, just blasting porn from his phone into the shared bedroom.

“T-toji! Shiiit!”

Your heart flutter at the realization that he’s watching your homemade videos. His breathing was choppy and uneven. You felt the force of his head hitting the pillow as he stopped jerking again.

“Toji?”

Your voice was groggy a deep as you spoke. The light from the video flashed along his sweaty face. He pulled the blanket up to his stomach and paused the video.

“M’sorry baby. I can’t get it to go down. It’s been up for twenty minutes.”

“Is that normal toj’?”

“Fuck no it’s not normal.” The hand that held his phone ran through his hair.

You sat up, turning on the lamp on your side of the bed. Turning back to face him, your eyes damn near popped out of your head. His dick was like a caged monster under the blanket—just jumping and throbbing.

“Did you take anything at the cookout?”

“No. I took two melatonins like an hour ago tho.”

“Where is it?”

“Gym back, in the closet.”

Digging through the closet, you find his gym bag and hear the rattling of the pills. Reaching in you felt a ribbon? Pulling out the lid was a red ribbon used as decoration. You dig further before pulling out the whole bottle of Rhino Pills. You had so many questions.

“Toji why is there viagra in your bag?”

“Fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“The bottle of Rhino pills with the red bow. Toji if you’re having… problems you could’ve told me.”

The realization hits him like a fright train. He groans loudly, covering his face.

“Shiu gave ‘em to me on my birthday as a joke. I just took two thinkin’ they were my sleepin’ pills.

You were dumbfounded—you weren’t even completely out of your slumber, waking up to your husband taking not one but two sex enhancement pills.

“—So what now?”

“You lay down and let me take care of it.”

It started off with both of you on your sides before Toji deemed that it just wasn’t good enough. Still holding your leg up, he got on top, propped it over his shoulder, and went to work.

“Y’so fuckin’ wet baby goddamn!”

“Mmm j-just for you daddy.”

He was so lost the pleasure that he was about to nut already. His eyes closed—focusing on the sound of the ceiling fan to distract himself. It was working until the shlick shlick shlick sound of your pussy creamy drowned it out. You squeezed around him rhythmically easing him into his orgasm.

“S-shit! S’fuckin close baby.”

His thrusting got deeper, more harder—causing the headband to wack against the wall behind. Thinking fast, he gripped it and pulled it forward—cracking it. Your high pitched moaning was synchronized with each stroke, getting louder with each one.

“M’gonna nut all in this pretty pussy. My pretty fuckin pussy.” His jaw was cliched as he spoke to you. You loved when he got like this—unstoppable.

“Open that pretty mouth.”

You obliged—tongue sticking out so far touch it touched your chin. He watched his webbed spit drop on your tongue, glide to the back of your throat—watching how you swallowed it with your mouth still wide open.

“Yeess. You’re such a dirty fuckin’ bitch.”

Your giggle was squeal like as he degraded you—obviously as fuck out as he was. Your cheek stung at the repeated slaps he gave you—getting more turned on with each one.

“I wan’ you to f-fuck me harder daddy. Please!”

He said nothing as he pulled out. You were forcefully twisted in your tummy. He placed a pillow under your stomach before thrusting back in. All the air pushed out of you when he pushed in. He went right back to his ruthless pace.

“Hhunggoooddd yessuhhh!”

Both of his hands pushed your shoulders against the bed—pinning you down. Your moans becoming muffled as, intended.

“Y-you gonna wake up my fuckin son.”

Your moan turned into deep growling as you clawed the bed. He was so deep it felt like he was the beat of your heart.

Yanking you up the the hairline of your frontal, he spoke directly into your ear.

“This what you wanted? To be fucked like a cheap slut?”

Your brown eyes crossed as they tried to focus on toji from up above.

“I-mmmm fuhmm!”

Your response wasn’t good enough.

“I know how to get you takin’.”

He dropped your head on the bed with no remorse. Taking booth cheeks and spreading them apart—warm spit drip on your tight rim before dropping down to your pussy—adding more lubricant for his dick. The pad of his thumb circle your hole before he eased his way in. You tensed up—squeezing around his dick.

“Tooojii! Nuggh!”

“Theeere she is.”

Lifting you back again by the hairline your frontal, he asked the question again—this time with both of your holes plugged.

“S’what i w-wanted daddy! I sweaaar!”

“You better not ever give my pussy away. Understand?”

“I-I underst-stand.”

“Good.”

He gave a breathy chuckle as he reminisced. “Member how I told you I was gonna remind you all night?”

ʚɞ ʚɞ

[boonalina]

(My art for @kyri45 's Bio Dad's au takeover)

Successor AU Mk meets Bio Dad's AU Xiaotian:

Part One

Part Two

Transcript:

Mk: Wait, your parents are happily together? As in Wukong and Macaque right?

Xiaotian: I have a lot of parents but yeah. My bio dads are happily together. Yours aren't??

Mk: Well.. it's more like dad has an obsession with Mac- or pops?.. Still not sure what to call him..

Xiaotian: And you were born in ancient times in your universe?

Mk: Ancient.. times? Does that mean you were born in the future?

Xiaotian: Yeah! Check out this futuristic device! It's called a ✨phooone.✨ Here, lemme show ya!

Mk: O-Okay..

Read my AU here

Xiaotian's outfit by Kyri45: Reference

[tomionefinds]

We at TomioneFinds, with the help of the Mud & Blood Tomione Discord, have been crafting a list of Tomione classics that created tropes and situations that have become a part of the Tomione fanfic toolbox.

Criteria for selection:

Older fics

Set forth a trope that has become part of Tomione fanfics

May not be getting seen easily in fanfic searches

These fics may not be finished and many of them were written before Deathly Hallows came out. We know fandom has a preference for completed fics right now, but we urge you to check these out. Many of these fics set forth situations and plot devices that are beloved in newer fics, and, like us, may start you on your journey to find others and creating your own. Many of them are a joy to see the rush of Tomione as it developed as a fandom.

This is part 1 of a series.

-Mods Haus and April

Out with the Old by Shan84

M | Complete | 12k

She remembers like it was yesterday, the day that HE came to the Order. Hermione Granger comes to terms with sharing Grimmauld Place with Tom Riddle.

Have a Nice Day by speechwriter

M | Complete | 130k

Tom Riddle: secret, brilliant heir to the biggest company in the world, VoldeMart. Hermione Granger: sent to his prestigious school on full scholarship because VoldeMart outsourced her parents' jobs to China. Bridges burn. Sparks fly. M for language.

Light of the Moon by Maloreiy

T | Complete | 69k

King Riddle needs a bride, and he has declared he will marry whoever is smart enough and strong enough to solve his magical riddle. Written for the Tomione Fest, hosted by the Tomione fanfics Facebook group. Tied for the winner of Best AU, and tied for the runner-up of Best Cover Art.

Daddy Dearest by Immortal Obsession

M | Complete | 108k

It is 1895 in England. Purebloods are the supremacy. Dumbledore rules them all. Lord Malfoy, one of his many devout followers, has a daughter no one has ever seen. The daughter herself, Hermione Malfoy, never questions the strict rules standing between her and everyone else – that is, until Master Riddle arrives and makes her think twice. AU/OOC/Rated M for dark themes.

Well Roared Lion by treeson

M | Abandoned but Worth it | 129k

It seemed ironic that the one thing that could ruin the magical world, the defeat of Voldemort, and Hermione Granger's perfectly ordered life was a book. Time-travel fic. Tom/Hermione. DH-compliant.

Much more below the cut!

Nightingale by everrambling

M | Complete | 62k

Brilliant student and prospective MI5 recruit Hermione Granger is inadvertently thrown back in time by a top-secret government experiment- Right into the lap of aspiring bio-engineer Tom Riddle, who she knows in her time as the man whose dangerous ambition will herald a nation's ruin… /Non-magic AU. /Something wicked this way comes.

Two Sides of a Magnet by Mariico

T | Complete | 13k

He had forever to live; she only had weeks. This is a story of a boy with many horcruxes, and a girl diagnosed with cancer. One who has nothing more than power and immortality, while the other has everything but time.

A Black Wedding Ring by Winterblume

T | Complete | 17k

It's 1944 and Hermione Granger is in her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. She's Head Girl, top student in most of her classes and is right in the middle of preparing for her NEWTs exams. Really, everything is quite alright for little Miss Know-It-All. If only it weren't for the Head Boy, Tom Riddle, who seems to be up to something…

[admin fave] Right Place, Wrong Time by Shan84

M | Abandoned but Worth it | 129k

It was just another boring day at Borgin and Burkes for Tom Riddle… That is, until a certain bossy, crazy-haired witch stepped through the entrance. Is this your usual time travel story - or is something else at play? HG/TMR

The Proposal by LadyMiya

T | One shot | 1k

He came with a business proposal.

Doppelganger by Serpent In Red

M | One Shot | 2k

AU. Compliant with DH except for the epilogue. She thought it ended that morning. She thought everything was at peace now. And that was exactly when she started seeing shadows of another person, in the one closest to her.

Insurgence of Obscurity by Mariico

T | Complete | 46k

All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.

Never Again by ssserpensssotia

M | One Shot | 2k

Yes, I'm Hermione. And I know nothing. Post-war,AU.

[gremlingottoosilly]

A bomb threat (And how it got you a boyfriend) special forces!Konig x fem!college!Reader

Konig saves you from a bomb threat when you get stuck at your Uni. Based on his bio - presumably, Konig was a part of the Austrian Special Forces before joining KorTac. He is also a bit of a dork and we have a bit of an obsessive episode.

Tags: Fluff, Reader is a cringefailure, Konig is overstepping his authority, hurt(not really)/comfort Warnings: Bomb threats, mentions of terrorism Word count: 2450

Someone called a bomb threat in your college. 

Well, at least, this is what the automatic email is telling you. The email that was sent to you, about especially avoiding the library on the second floor because the anonymous(not for long, since they have a knack for exposing who the hell is calling those threats each time) caller said that there is a huge chance of the bomb being placed here. 

You know, the same library that you were sitting in, right now, reading this exact email on your laptop. You thought no one was around because it wasn’t a busy day, just after the major finals, with most people staying on campus only if they failed first tests or just wanted to get extra credits for some extra curriculum. Even if you were staying here just because you wanted to work on campus’s newspaper – the library is a good place to scoop for some rumors about the dean of the uni being three raccoons in a trench coat, or the lunch staff posing as Polish mafia. 

The thing is – it seemed like you were the last fucking person to receive the email. The thing is, there are only a few weeks left before summer break, and the campus already started to turn off major announcement equipment since no sports or other events are planned. Are you going to die? Probably, there is a huge chance of you dying, as you can feel directly in your bones – god, there are probably some terrorists or uni shooters or that weird Christian suprematist who are going hysterical at the mere sight of religion other than theirs. You are going to die, you are going to die, you are going to…

— Scheisse! There is a civilian! 

You were never particularly religious, maybe only at the time of finals and work submissions – and in situations like this, where you are already mentally preparing yourself to get blown up with unfinished articles and forgotten hopes and dreams and everything and…

You were never particularly religious – so you have no idea why your pre-death auditory hallucinations suddenly included an angel’s voice with devil's timbre and some huge, tree-trunk-like hands wrapping around your waist, checking you for possible injuries or explosive device. 

These hands are really huge – and muscular, you can see how tense they are even through your black uniform, and they are roaming over your body in a way that would make you scream bloody murder and file sexual harassment if it didn’t belong to an obvious angel. Angelm in special forces uniform, an angel with a really nice boyish voice and warm hands that are sliding to your thighs, groping and checking for every possible outcome – for weapons, probably, because you are literally the only person in the room that was deemed as a bomb threat, and if you were this guy, you’d also think that you were the culprit. 

His fingers linger on your hips perhaps a bit too long – you can him patting you down like you were heading to a club – and then he lets you go reluctantly, not finding anything except for your phone which he also checked for possible timers. The interaction lasted…a minute or so, but you are already hot and bothered, getting off the strong hands holding you, even though he already let you go. 

— Are you alright? 

He must have noticed your worried face and international student badge – his English is a bit accented but nonetheless confident. You never thought that small traces of German in a speech can sound so fucking hot but, perhaps, you are just traumatized and high on adrenaline and weren't getting laid for too fucking long. 

He wears a badge – something something long German words, huge design construction that made you think he must be pretty high-rank – knowledge that you only had because of the movies and games you were playing, trying not to get off the military kink too much. Something in the situation told you that you’d spend the whole evening searching for porn with guys dressed in all black today. Maybe, a touch of cargo. 

— Y…yeah. Fuck, sorry. I’m fine, fine. Yeah. 

You are rambling and he tilts his head to the side. This large, looming hand goes to your face – you wait for either a harsh slap to return you back to reality, or a passionate and deep kiss from your fantasies and dirty novels. He slowly traces his fingers on your face, getting up, in the hairline, searching for something – perhaps, a nasty head parasite that got you acting so weird around this random guy. Random guy who is just doing his job, securing that you’re safe, sound, and not going to explode in the next few minutes. 

— No head injuries. Gut. 

You want him to touch your face some more. You want him to check for mouth injuries, to evaluate the status of your lips. Maybe do some chemical tests with that gloss you were using today. Check the reaction with his tongue. 

He twirls you in place and you almost want him to press you against the wall. Search you some more, maybe get his hands a bit deeper, pass the oh-so-modest pants that made you look like a little bitch boy – his hand goes to cup your waist again, checking for anything that might catch his interest. Nothing – and you were never this sad about Hot wearing a concealed weapon that might force him to pin you down or get you into a chokehold with those massive biceps of his. 

— What were you doing here, ma’am? 

Studying in Vienna, you never found an Austrian accent this sexy. Never knew that you might like being handled like this before – it’s not romantic, not even in the slightest, but you smile a bit shyly, a bit awkwardly, and look at him from under your lashes, trying to look as innocent as possible. You are innocent – you weren’t doing anything, you were just trying to study and write in the last few weeks. Concentrated enough, so you never even noticed a fucking bomb threat. Didn’t hear soldiers running through the building, securing each room. 

— I…study here? 

You gulp loudly, taking a few steps away from the soldier. Allowing him to examine the room, deem it safe – the bomb threat called on your university was probably fake. Maybe a call from a paranoid individual, maybe someone with nothing better to do than pranking colleges. You seriously doubt anyone would try to blow up this place while almost none of the students are actually inside – especially the library during the low season. Even you almost decided to ditch the traditional writing atmosphere and just do something in the cafeteria. 

— Oh. 

His voice actually sounds…nice. Funny even, that small remark also makes him cough and look at you more seriously. He has a mask concealing his face, some weird hood or net on top of it – you try to see his eyes, but you can only occasionally catch glimpses of ice staring at you. Mysterious, you like it. Too mysterious, that little journalist club member inside of you is itching to get a look at his face better – you tilt your head to the side, contemplating just yanking it upwards and praying that he won’t kill you. 

Although you wouldn’t mind being crushed in his hold. 

— Let’s get you out of here, ja? 

You don’t question him when he suddenly picks you up – when the world starts to spin and you are pressed against his chest, his hands are supporting you under your knees and back. Securing you in place, making sure you are nice and comfy in his hold. You don’t ask questions when he slightly adjusts your hold so he can touch more of your thighs – you think he is just getting you comfortable, and you appreciate just how thoughtful he is. 

You don’t ask questions when he holds you almost like a bridal carry, even though you are certain you aren’t injured, and someone like him probably has more interesting things to do than saving poor college students who decided to ignore bomb threats. 

His hands are warm, his chest is even warmer, and his muscles aren’t even slightly trembling. You don’t know what sort of training those guys are coming through, but it must work – his steps are light and decided even when he can’t press you firmly against him, vest standing in the way. You don’t know what to do with your hands and you don’t want to mess with the government property – you think there is a law against fidgeting with special forces soldiers on duty – so you just get them on your knees. Like a good girl. Polite girl. Girl who isn't drooling over the guy who is just doing his job. 

— Thank you. For saving me. 

You whisper it in his headset – you are worried about someone else also hearing you, but there is something intimate about tilting your head upwards and getting right into his face, your lips millimeters away from the edge of his mask. You don’t want to sound suggestive, so you sound weak instead. You don’t to sound ungrateful, so you sound pleading instead. 

His hold on your thighs gets stronger. You lick your lips nervously, chuckling to ease the atmosphere a little bit. 

Your leg brushes above his waist – and you swear that you can hear his breath hitching. It’s impossible, you think, he must be a tough and content little soldier, perfect to save damsels in distress just like you – but something in his posture, in the way his fingers twitch slightly at the edges of your body, makes you think otherwise. Maybe, you’re just dreaming. Maybe, you know nothing. 

Someone slams into the room. Another man – shorter than the one who holds you, by a large margin, but none less intimidating. Burly, muscular, dressed up in full uniform which is expected – and with his face covered up by a similar veil or mask or whatever this is – which is unexpected. You thought that special forces would have something less eye-obscuring, but what do you know? You would be dead if the bomb threat was real. 

— Other sectors secured. No bomb in sight. Commander. 

He almost hisses, the similar accent in his voice makes your cheeks heat up even more. You feel weird, dirty even, thinking of those two large, intimidating men in such an intimate setting while they are just trying to save your life – but you try to silence that little annoying voice, to convince yourself that this is probably just adrenaline, ovulation and sudden urge to procreate before you would die. 

You feel your entire body stir when the man takes a step closer, looking at you. You can’t see his face, not even the outline of it – but you feel the burning gaze on your scared expression and obediently folded hands. 

— Gut. Other civillians? — 20 civilians in the building in total. University workers, some students. Already evacuated. — Any casualties? You hear a cruel chuckle from a shorter man. — If they were, you’d hear about it, sir. No, the sector is clear. — Gut. Dismissed – we’re finishing here. — What are you doing with the civi…

— Kruger, dismissed. 

The man who holds you is surprisingly stern when he isn’t talking to you. He used a much softer, quieter tone when he was talking to you, observing if you were hurt or in danger – and he is much, much different now. A cold voice, serious tone, the image of the ruthless commander flying in your head – well, at least you were right about his patches meaning something important. 

A shorter man leaves, and the door behind him swings open. To your surprise, the man who holds you – a mysterious stranger, you can’t even seem to find a name on his uniform – doesn’t let you go. His touches feel like you’re burning alive, he is igniting and brilliant and fucking perfect and…

He lets you down to the care of the local police department and some of the uni workers. His hand brushes over your face again – you think he was checking for the injuries but, then again, why would he touch your hair ever so gently only to move it out of your face to take a good look at your lips before letting you go? You’re imagining things, you probably must be – the man is just doing his job, he isn’t trying to fuck you in the nearest hallway even if you wanted him to. 

— Sir. I…thank you, really. For the help. 

— I didn’t do anything, Schatz. Someone must been playing a joke on everyone. 

You are going to find the guy – or a girl, or someone else, you don’t discriminate, everyone is equally capable of calling on the false bomb threats – who informed the special forces about the bomb in the building, and then you are going to kiss them. 

— What kind of joke is this? 

— A dumb one. 

He looks over to his unit – a group of tall, burly men, with weapons and uniforms and everything a girl could ask for – already packing in the vehicles to move out. You brace yourself to ask for his number – for his contact, anything, everything, maybe the favorite tree in the park under which you could meet again. You know that those guys aren’t supposed to reveal their identities, that he is probably out of town anyway, special forces aren’t usually called off to false threats, you know that your attempts are futile and yet, you lick your lips for added confidence and…

— Goodbye, Scahtzen. Stay safe, ja? Don’t want to save you from a real bomb one day. 

— I…I…um, you mean you wouldn’t save me from a real bomb? 

He was already halfway to the armored car before you could say anything. You aren’t nearly confident enough to yell across the whole fucking campus territory to get a number of this hot special forces guy, and something in his hunched shoulders, twitching fingers, and slightly less social and more abrasive manners tells you that he would hate the gesture as much as you would. 

Just like this, your first even real-life military crush is driving away, leaving you bombless, hoeless, and, most certainly, more depressed than ever. Summer is going to be great, right?

*** — What do you mean calling a fucking bomb threat?! 

Your friend wasn’t happy about the pick-up strategy you wanted to use.

*** — Of course, sir, let’s raid a fucking college dorm room. 

Sergeant Sebastian Josed Krueger wasn’t happy about his commander’s newfound love for college girls. 

Mostly because König refused to fucking share. 

[lilyflowerstories]

These Violent Delights | 2

Pairings: Jacob Black x Reader, Edward Culled x Reader

Summary: Y/N Swan is just like every other girl and she likes it that way. Normal is fantastic. Normal creates a functioning member of society. Normal is the reason she moved to a small town to live with her police officer father... only to find out that she gets the farthest thing from what she wanted. // Twilight Re-Write.

Warnings for the series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Word Count: 3.4k

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿

The entirety of the lunch period, you couldn’t find the stomach to eat much. Your bowl of tomato soup only had a few spoonfuls taken out of it. But all the saltine crackers were gone. You had gone over and over in your head what you would say to Edward. Now that he was here, you couldn’t remember anything. You had never been in a real confrontation anymore. You took a glance at his table again. 

He looked different than before. Not terribly different, but enough that you noticed. His skin looked less pale and less stretched over his skeleton. The dark circles underneath his eyes aren’t there anymore either. Now, you could see why people said he looked perfect. 

The bell rang and you silently cursed. You couldn’t have been given more time? Reluctantly, you went with Eric and Mike to your biology class. Eric and you looked over when Mike started frantically digging in his backpack. 

“Ah, shit. Hey, tell Mr. Donoghue that I left my textbook in my car and I’m going to get it.” 

“Okay.” 

Mike ran as fast as possible while the two of you continued going to class. Eric sighed before turning to face you as you stood right in front of the doorway to bio class. 

“Hey, so, about prom, I’m the one in charge of communicating with the dj. I’ve lived my whole life here so I know my music choice sucks so I’m gonna need your playlist.” 

“Okay, when?” you asked as you pulled out your phone to jot down that note. 

“As long as it’s before the month ends, that’s cool. And then dates…  I was wondering do you think Ang—” 

“How you liking the rain, Arizona?” Mike shook out his baseball cap that got soaked in the rain from the run to his car. 

“Guys! Class is about to start. Please take your seats,” Mr. Donoghue cut off whatever Eric was trying to say. If it was important, he’d get back to you later. 

Unfortunately, his lab partner and your lab partner were back so you had to sit with Edward Cullen. There was a slight smile on his face as you walked towards your lab bench. Before you got a chance to say the prepared speech, he spoke. 

“Hello. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself the other day. I’m Edward Cullen.” His voice was smooth like coffee and somewhat low in its sound. “You’re Y/F/N Swan, right?”  

“Y/N.” 

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, turning your head to listen to Mr. Donoghue’s lesson. He must have been in cahoots with the universe because his assignment was partner work. The prize? A golden onion that has no value until he comes up with what it stands for. At least only one person could look through the microscope at a time. Edward pushed the device towards you. 

“Ladies, first.” 

“Why were you gone?” You looked in the microscope. “And it better be a good answer too… It’s prophase.” 

“Mind if I check?...Yeah, I was out of town for a couple days. It’s prophase.” 

“Like I said and the empty chair next to me told me that much.” 

“Personal reasons.” 

“Do personal reasons involve rude interactions?” 

“Uh, no. I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t the best day for me before you showed up to class.”  

“Apology accepted, I guess.” 

“So are you enjoying the rain?... What?”

You tried to stop laughing. “You’re asking me about the weather?” 

“Yeah, I guess I am.” 

“Well, no, not really. I’m not really a fan of any cold or wet place.” 

Edward chuckled as he checked another slide. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “It’s anaphase.” 

“Mind if I check… Anaphase.” 

“Like I said,” he joked. “If you don’t like the rain then why did you move to the wettest place in the continental United States?” 

“Baseball.” 

“Baseball? It’s also anaphase. Do you want to check it?” 

“No, I believe you.” 

Edward listened intently as you retold your story to yet another person about why you were in Forks, asking questions when necessary. You guys continued to do your work and talk. He carried the golden onion prize as he escorted you to your locker. 

“Why didn’t you move with your mother and Phil?” 

“Moving once means moving again. Phil could get a second contract next year and we’d be in California or Maine or some stupid place like Delaware.” 

“But now you’re unhappy staying here?” 

“It’s complicated.” 

Edward paused. “I’m sorry, I’m asking too much. I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re very difficult for me to read.” 

“Well, asking questions like a normal human bei— hey, did you get contacts?” 

“No.” 

“I swear your eyes were black last time I saw you, now it’s like a golden brown color.” 

“Uh, no. It’s the fluorescents.” 

He walked away before you could say anything else. You didn’t see Edward until school ended and you went to your truck. He and his siblings seemed to be looking directly at you but you thought you were just being paranoid. You turned back around to dig through your bag for your keys. The screeching of tires caught your attention but it was too late. Tyler’s van was barrelling towards you and your feet couldn’t seem to move. 

Now was not the time to find out that your flight or fight response was the dreaded third option of freeze. You could see Edward, four cars away, staring at you in horror. His mouth dropped open. The same as all the other faces that were about to witness your death. Almost everything moved in slow motion.

The hunk of blue metal slid towards you, you felt something grab your waist, you were pulled down to the ground, and a pale hand was on the van that wasn’t hitting you. You stared at the dent in the metal caused by the hand before turning your head to make eye contact with Edward. 

He stared at you for a moment before letting go of you and running away. You were suddenly surrounded by people asking if you were alright. None of them seemed to have noticed Edward wasn’t there. The next thing you knew, you blacked out. 

The lights of the hospital were blinding when you finally came to your senses. The door opened with a vengeance and in strolled your very anxious father. He wouldn’t calm down no matter how much you tried to speak with him, threatening Tyler’s license and everything. It’s not like it was his fault his tires skidded on ice. You mouthed an apology before shutting the small curtain that divided the two hospital beds. 

“Dad, Dad I’m fine. Okay? I was lucky that Edward was there, no injuries.” 

“Edward?” Charlie turns to Dr. Cullen. “Your boy?” 

You cut in before the doctor could even get the chance to say anything. It seemed like he was going to lie. 

“Yeah, he got to me so quickly.” 

Dr. Cullen gave you a tight smile. “It sounds like you were very lucky. You just need to sign some paperwork, Charlie, and then you are good to go.” 

After Charlie signed the paperwork, he went to warm up the car before you had to drive to the school to get your truck and then drive home. You turned the corner to one of the vending machines when you stopped after seeing Carlisle, Edward, and Rosalie talking with each other. It didn’t seem like a friendly conversation either. They were definitely arguing. As if they could hear you just breather, the three of them turned towards you. 

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked. 

Edward looked reluctant as he made his way towards you. “What?” 

“How did you get over to me so quickly?” 

“Y/N, what are you talking about? I was standing right next to you.” 

“No, you weren’t. Don’t try to lie through this either. You were across the parking lot. I know what I saw.” 

“And what was that?” 

“You stopped the van with your hand.” 

Edward’s somewhat amused face turned cold. “Well no one is going to believe you anyway. Can’t you just thank me and we just drop it?” 

“Thank you.” 

“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?” 

“Not at all,” you tell him, determined. 

“Well, I hope you enjoy disappointment.” 

You went home that night with more questions than answers and the oddly sneaking suspicion that someone was watching you. You went to the bathroom and took your shower while thinking about how Edward stopped the van. So far, you had no concrete answers. You went to bed without any answers as well. Although you did wake up in the middle of night after having a strange dream about Edward. 

You tried to not think about that as you went to school the next day. The buses were already up front when you parked, ready for the field trip that you were positive wasn’t going to be very fun. Edward and his siblings, Alice and Jasper, walked past you. Mike popped up in front of you. 

“Hey, you’re alive, Arizona!” 

“You need more than a van to take me down.” 

The two of you laugh as you hi-fived. 

“So I was wondering, are you going to prom?” 

“Um, I don’t know yet. Charlie said I get two free no questions asked days if I go but me and dancing… it’s not pretty.” 

“Well, do you know if Jess is going?” 

“Mike!” you gasped. “Are you trying to ask Jessica out?” 

“Lower your voice, please. Okay, I may have had a small crush on her since we were seven and I am choosing to ask out my very good friend to prom.” 

“She’s going. I’m going dress shopping with her and Ang next weekend.” 

“Okay. Okay, cool.” Mike walked off before coming right back. “Do you think she likes me?” 

“Most definitely.” 

“Sweet. Thanks, Y/N/N. You’re the best.” 

He got on one of the buses while you got on the other. Tyler sat next to you, plugging your headphones into the jack on his phone. You nodded along to Blue October’s “Hate Me” as it played. The two of you didn’t talk at all but stared out the window like you were in a music video and listened to music until you reached your destination. 

The greenhouse was… interesting. That was the nicest way you could put it. Maybe it would have been nicer if you all weren’t cramped in the small walkway between the plants. Mr. Molina and Mr. Donoghue were trying their hardest to get people to water the plants or give them soil. 

“Now, I’m gonna make a steaming cup of compost tea.” 

He handed it to Eric. You laughed as you heard a very panicked yell. 

“No! Don’t drink it! It’s for the plants.” 

“What’s a no questions asked day?” a deep voice behind you asked. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Turning around, you saw the classic peacoat and never out of place hair of Edward Cullen. When had he even come up behind you? 

“You know you’re not helping your case. How’d you even hear that?” 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

“Dude, you never answer any of mine. You don’t even say hi.”

“Hi.” 

“Please try to act less like a human. Are you gonna tell me anything? Preferably about the other day.”  

“Yeah. I had an adrenaline rush,” he said clinically. “It’s very common. You can Google it.” 

You paused and looked at him. “You’re a terrible liar. And a no question day is when I tell Charlie I need to do something or go somewhere and he asks no questions. It’s a mutual trust betwe—” 

You tripped but felt air and two cold hands grab you instead of feeling your face kiss pavement. 

“Careful,” Edward said as he set you upright again. 

“Thanks. So are you going to answer any of my other questions?” 

“Um. Ma—” 

“Y/N/N!” Jess stepped in between you two. “Guess who just asked me to prom?” 

Edward took the opportunity to slip away. 

“Who?” you feigned ignorance. 

“Mike! I’ve been hoping since forever but like he actually asked me.” 

You and Jess talked the entire way out of the greenhouse and onto the buses, forgetting about Edward and wanting to ask him more questions until it was too late. You weren’t going to think about him for the rest of the day. You had a father-daughter/mother-son date with Charlie, Jacob’s mom, and Jacob. Which meant going to a restaurant because both Charlie and Sarah worked long hours and weren’t going to cook. And Billy was doing his physical therapy for walking so there was no way anyone would force him to cook. 

You went to pick up Jacob at his school while his mom picked up Charlie from the station. He was still inside when you reached the school. It felt stupid signing the visitors clipboard when the school day was already over but you did it anyway just in case. When you made it to a hangout area for students you spotted Jake with his friends. 

You’d like to say they were your friends too but you never got very close with them over the summer. Embry usually went somewhere with his mom, Quil’s grandfather kept inside most of the time, and Seth had sports.

And their acquaintances you knew even less. Paul and Jared were always one grade level above you all and hung out with themselves. Sam didn’t seem to like any of you despite being only a couple years older than you and having even a smaller age gap with Paul. And Leah didn’t come around because either her loser younger brother was there or Sam was there which sucked because you wanted another girl around. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Embry said as you turned the corner. 

“Hi, guys. Jake, you ready?”  

“Yeah. See you guys later.” 

He nodded at his friends before getting up to stand next to you. Your fingers twitched as he intertwined them with his own. He rolled his eyes at the wolf whistles from his friends, laughing when you threw up a middle finger while the two of you walked away. 

“So where are we going?” you asked. 

“Who picked last summer?” 

“Charlie.” 

“Oh, nice, so it’s my turn.” Jacob looked something up on his phone. “Smuggler’s Bar and Grill, sound good? It’s in Port Angeles though.” 

You shrugged. “Eh, I’ve already finished all my homework and Charlie doesn’t go back to work until the graveyard shift. Go ahead and text them our choice.” 

Your truck pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards the highway. Jacob fiddled with the radio for at least one decent station while you drove the hour it took just to get to Port Angeles. Honestly, you didn’t mind the time. The drive, surrounded by trees, was comforting. Especially with your best friend. 

If you and Jake weren’t singing to songs, you were gossiping about school. There was no need to catch up on anything else. Jake was one of the few people you texted nearly everyday despite being so far away most of the year — including the fact that he had a secret girlfriend for three years. Whenever he wanted to get her a present, he would text you what it was and would pretend he was sending it to you so Billy and Sarah wouldn’t get suspicious. It worked. They didn’t find out even after the two broke up. 

You guys pulled into the restaurant and waited for your parents to show up. Like you predicted, Sarah already analyzed the entire menu and knew what she wanted to order. Jake held up his phone. 

“They said they’re twenty minutes away and the food takes that long to prepare so order for them.” 

“I’m surprised she got Charlie to pick something ahead of time.” 

The two of you went in and got a table like they said. The host smiled a bit too sweetly as they called over a waiter. You and Jacob looked at each other and came to the same conclusion at the same time, silently gagging. There was no way they thought that you guys were on a date. Absolutely not. Was it because you were holding hands? The two of you pulled apart but the damage was already done. 

The waiter sat you down at what you could tell was the restaurant’s nicest booth by the best window that would let you look out onto the water. He handed you the menus and left to give you alone time to think. 

“Just gross, no offense,” you said. 

Jacob shrugged. “None taken. I would never date you, you’re, like, my friend.” 

“Same. Too weird… Do you think they’ll give us free dessert if we are though?” 

“Do you want to play it up?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Jacob gave you a smile you had never seen before but assumed he must have given to his girlfriend. He laid his hand across the table for you to grab. You took it with no problem — Jake’s hands were always warm and still a bit soft since he wore gloves when he worked on cars and bikes. His thumb stroked the back of your hand and he set the menu down to look at you. Almost like magic, or like they’ve been secretly watching, the wait staff came over. 

“Are you two ready to order?” he asked as he set down two glasses of water. 

“Ladies first,” Jake let go of your hand, ready to scoop up your menu when you finished speaking. 

“Um, does the shrimp scampi have a smell?” you asked in fake concern, hoping the waiter would catch on to teen angst of potential bad breath before a first kiss. 

“Oh, no, I got you, honey.” He had a noticeable southern accent. “What do you want to drink?” 

“Iced Tea, please. Oh, and a Caesar salad with ranch dressing.” 

“Got it. And for the young sir?”

“I’ll take the Not Your Mother’s Mac and Cheese along with a lemonade. Oh, and our parents are chaperoning but they’re a little late. Can we get them one clam chowder and one Hawaiian chicken sandwich both with Ruby tonics? What is a ruby tonic?” 

“Oh, I’m so glad you kids are too young to know what it is. Your food will be ready in a minute.” 

He took the menus and walked away. You could hear him gossip to the rest of the staff about chaperones. Jacob grabbed your hand again, giving it a peck. 

“You know he’s totally gonna bring you breath mints. Did you really ask if the shrimp would smell?” 

“Hey, I had to sell it. What brand do you think it’ll be?” 

Jake kissed your hand again. “Lifesavers. They scream not obvious for teenagers asking.” 

“You say this from experience?” 

“Ehh with Elle a couple of times.” 

“Really? I can’t believe you had your first kiss and girlfriend and I couldn’t even get a date for homecoming. You’re still a virgin right?” 

“Yes. I am still a loser virgin.” 

“Hey, I’m a virgin.” 

“Well then in that case virginity rocks.” 

You and Jacob cheered and clinked glasses before laughing when you were unable to hold it anymore. He moved over to your side since the two of you would have to be sitting together anyway once Charlie and Sarah showed up. He took the opportunity to sling his arm around you while you snuggled up to him. The two of you could clearly hear awes. 

“If we actually get free dessert,” Jacob whispered. “We need to do this more often.”  

Your parents came in exactly when the food came out. They looked at the two of you weirdly as you awkwardly broke apart. You shook your head before Charlie could say anything. They went with it like you had asked.  Your parents could do absolutely nothing but shake their heads and smile as the waiter brought out free cinnamon rolls in to-go boxes for not just you and Jacob but for the “chaperones” as well. 

You guys left a generous tip, cleaned up the table, and left the restaurant. You and Jacob clinked the to-go boxes together. 

“Here’s to fake boyfriends.” 

“Here’s to fake girlfriends.”

✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾ ✿ ✭ ☾

| next |

[alientee]

Christmas Cookies 🎄

This is a 18+ minors don’t interact and have your age in your bio. NOTHING BUT PURE SMUT. (Oral.M Receiving, spanking, spitting, cum everywhere) 2000 something words. AFAB reader

Sometimes you wonder why you chose this life. Your parents were gone, leaving behind you and two siblings. Not like they had a choice; they died in the omnic crisis. So you had to make a decision: die with your brothers going into the system, or live and protect them. So you made yourself useful until somebody picked you up.

Being a healer in Talon wasn’t so bad. You weren’t cut out for violence or war, and you were terribly shy. But you had to do what you needed to take care of your siblings. Plus, Doomfist and Moria were impressed with your progress in healing the troops, so you were moving up with the pay grade. You stayed in the background, stayed out of the way, and kept everyone alive, so your job was easy.

Well, your job would be easy if a certain tank didn’t take a liking to you. According to him, he had a soft spot for medics, especially sweet ones like you.Ever since you joined, Mauga has done everything in his power to get you to open up to him. Always asked Doom to bring you out in the field with him. He trusted you to keep him alive for some reason. He’d flirt with you, pick you up, drag you off with him, and even bring you dinner when you patched him up.

Sometimes you felt like he’d get hurt on purpose just to see you. He’s so huge that bullets don't affect him, so seeing him hurt made you a little skeptical. But with all the time and effort he put into you, sometimes they really would send you out on the field with him. He made you stay well hidden, or he carried you on his shoulder. Late missions had become late nights with you patching him up, listening to his crazy ideas, and telling you about his home.

You both had gotten close, but you think your shyness to speak up let it get out of hand. After a while, you grew to have feelings for him, and Mauga could tell; he was even a little smug about it. Mauga was touchy—really touchy—and overprotective; you didn’t realize what you got yourself into. To the point where other Talon soldiers would avoid you because, apparently, it was an unspoken rule that you were off limits.

And you were fine with that because people left you to your own devices. The problem was that you weren’t used to his overly sultry nature. Even after the large man had taken your virginity, (another story for another time.) You both went from being friends to him claiming you and doing whatever he pleased (with consent, of course). He never said if you both were a couple, so you didn’t want to put too much of your feelings into it.

But he made it very difficult, always being very kind to you or following you around. You decided it was best to avoid him until your feelings calmed down. You didn’t want to get so invested in him only for him not to feel the same. Your heart couldn’t take that kind of pain in your life again. So you did your best, and it paid off; you avoided him for a week. But Mauga got sick and tired of that real soon.

So here you were trying to avoid him on Christmas, thinking he wouldn’t be at work. You spent the day with your brothers so you could come in tonight. You were in the kitchen baking deserts for the team. You didn’t mind; you loved baking, plus you got paid extra for coming in today. You even put on a cute Santa dress and thigh-high socks. You already made a cake, gingerbread, pies, and even fruit muffins. The last thing left was the second batch of sugar cookies. You placed them in the oven and set a timer.

While you opened the oven, ready to put them in. You felt something hard press against your ass. The next thing you know, you’re lifted into the air. “EEK!"

You try to grab onto something, but you are set on the counter. And loa and behold, Mauga is standing right in front of you while in between your legs, smirking at you.

"M-Mauga, what the heck! I was baking.” He ignores you and starts to rub your cheek with his thumb.

“You make something for me, sugar?”

“U-um……. You can have a muffin if you want.”

He chuckles, "Nah, I think I want something else. I think you owe me a pie, sweetheart."

You quickly move to hand him a pie. "Here, take one!”

He looks at the pie, then back to you. He takes it out of your hand and sets it back down. He pushes you on your back against the cold counter. “Your funny; how bout a cream pie?"

“I can make you o-mmmh." Mauga cuts you off by shoving his tongue down your throat. He pushes your body down on the counter. He grabs at your thighs, squeezing them.

“Pretty thigh highs,” he says, running his finger along the socks. “It’s like you made yourself into a present for me.”

He starts to bite and nibble on your neck while putting his hand up your dress. His tongue licks up the side of your neck until he nibbles on your ear, and you shiver. You hated to admit it, but you missed his touch. His hands grip your ass, holding your lower half up. He scoffs and starts to rub at your covered folds.

“Lace panties, huh... I'm starting to think you really did dress up for me.”

You try to look away; it was an embarrassing position for you. And even if you told him you didn’t do it for him, he wouldn’t believe you anyway. He grips your chin,forcing you to look at him. “You miss me? Cuz it seems like you’ve been avoiding me lately.” You push him back a little.

"Mauga, you know I have siblings to take care of. I've been busy."

He looks down at you, frowning. He’s a firm believer that if there are 24 hours in a day, some of them better be for him. He slams you back on the counter, kissing your forehead. “If you’re going to make excuses, I won’t go easy on you.”

He moves back to push up your dress, rips your panties off, and leans down. “Spread those fucking legs; show me that pussy.”

You spread your legs, and he spat on your pussy, making you gasp. He slides his tongue over your cunt and starts to finger you slowly. "Mauga, we can't; we’re in the kitchen.”

Mauga hums in agreement, his tongue diving deep into your wet folds. He licks and flicks your sensitive spots, making you squirm with pleasure. Before you could grab his hair, he moved away, making you whine. Mauga chuckles and pulls you closer, his hard cock rubbing against your ass. “Thought we couldn’t do it in the kitchen?" He grabs a handful of your ass cheek and squeezes it roughly, causing a pleasurable pain to shoot through your body.

“Wanna watch your ass jiggle while I fuck you.” He throws you over, putting you on your stomach. "M-Mauga, wait, maybe we should wait till I’m done cooking.”

He paused for a moment, looking down at you. “You may not think I know what’s going on in that head of yours, but you’ve been acting insecure and putting up walls, then you started avoiding me, so im gonna show ya you can’t leave me your mine and I’m yours got it.”

You start to tremble and turn around to look at him. “I’m…. I’m yours?” He doesn’t answer; he’s still holding your body up. You realize all you can do is hold on and take what he gives you. Mauga teases you for a moment, rubbing his tip at your entrance. He starts to slowly push his cock inside you, filling you up with each inch. He slowly thrusts in and out, causing you to moan in pleasure. On instinct, you arch your back for him. “That's it, baby. That’s my good girl."

He reaches around, grasping your breast and squeezing it hard as he continues to fuck you. Mauga growls while his cock is pounding against your wet pussy. He grinds his hips forward, pushing deeper into you. You feel him playing with your nipples, pulling them roughly, and you cry out in pleasure. He pulls back slightly, then slams his hips forward again, burying himself to the hilt inside you. You scream his name as he starts to fuck you harder and faster.

Mauga smacks your ass, rubbing the cheek softly to ease the sting. "I think you deserve a punishment for dodging me; how bout I spank that cute ass, hm? Redden you up a bit.”

“Maug-ga! I’m close! Please!”

He smacks your ass harder this time. Pushing your body into the counter as his hips smack your thighs. Your body is being pushed back and forth in the air while all you can do is weakly grab at the counter. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, getting thrown around like a rag doll while Mauga bottomed out in you was bliss. You couldn’t help but moan out his name like a mantra, losing your breath with every thrust. He grips your hips, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. “Want me to cum in this pussy or on that pretty face?"

“D-d….dont know Ahhhhh~”

You can barely answer him when he’s plunging his cock into you nonstop. His cock slick with your juices, making nasty squelching noises. He fucked you deeper while he whispered the dirtiest thoughts in your ear. His cock is stretching you past your limits. You make a weak attempt to crawl away, pulling yourself onto the counter.

Mauga grabs your hips, slamming you back on his cock. “Don’t you fucking run from me; take this dick.”

Mauga groans and thrusts a few more times. One more powerful stroke is all it took. Mauga started filling your pussy with his hot seed. He thrusts deep, feeling his cock twitch as he unleashes his load inside you. You can feel his cum seeping into your walls, filling you up with his essence. He keeps fucking into you while you cum on his cock, covering him in your juices.

You sigh and start to relax on the counter, catching your breath.

"You're not done, sweetheart."

You start to protest when he picks you up and puts you on the floor. He grabs you by the back of your hair, pushing his cock to your lips.

“Open wide, baby."

You open your mouth, and Mauga shoves his fat cock down your throat. You gag, tears coming to your eyes as you steady yourself, putting your hands on his thighs. Mauga growls, pushing his hips forward, his cock forcing its way into your mouth. "Fuck yes." He groans, his hands gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts in and out of your mouth. His cock is hitting the back of your throat.

You swallow his dick down to the base and begin to play with his heavy balls. Your sloppy noises echo through the kitchen.

Mauga's hips jerk violently as he feels your warm, wet mouth on his cock, his hands gripping your head tighter. "Fuck yeah, suck it, baby." He groans, his hips pounding into your mouth as he fucks your face with long, hard strokes.

Mauga's moans turn into grunts as his hips start bucking wildly as he loses control. "Mmmmh shit! Almost there..." He grips your head tightly, his cock jerking erratically in your mouth as he approaches his climax.

Mauga's entire body tenses up as he feels his climax come again, his hot cum filling your mouth and his hips jerking violently. "Fuuuuuck!" he moans lewdly, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum, filling your mouth to the brim.

He pulls out of your mouth, spraying the rest of his cum on your face, his cock still hard and throbbing, cum dripping from the tip onto your tits. "Swallow it all, sweetie." He commands, his voice rough with authority.

You swallow all of his cum, sticking your tongue out to show him you finished.

Mauga chuckles, thinking you look gorgeous with your face covered in his cum. “Frosted like your cookies."

Just then, your timer dings.

“Cookies done, babe, go on and take ‘em out. You can frost 'em after I’m finished fucking you again."

[affectionaddiction]

‎ 　　SIMPLISTIC PLURALKIT TEMPLATE 　　example under the readmore. 　　please like & rb if you're using! it 　　encourages me to make more :] ‎ 　　⸻ 　this template has spaces for links built 　　in , marked with the colored symbols. ‎ 　　⸻ 　i used this for my pk;s , but i'm sure it ‎ 　　could be used for a pk;m or sp bio as well. you 　　choose how you use it , no credit needed , edit 　　to your hearts content. be free my friend 　　⸻ 　this was created for personal use on 　　pc , so it may not be properly formatted for 　　all devices.

_ _

　　　　　　　　　　  e　⸻⸻

　　   name ₒᵣ name ╱ prn prn prn prn   　　　 00 　⠀𓏏　⠀info 　𓂃 ⠀ flg flg flg

 　　　~~◡◡◡◡◡◡◡◡~~ ✦ ~~◡◡◡◡◡◡◡◡~~ 

_ _

　　EXAMPLE

sorry for the messy example but you get the point. careful with some banners! it will break the formatting :(

[manicpixieyandere]

The League of Villains

Society and Quirks

So we just finished binging all of MHA and read the remaining chapters of the manga. And damn we did not expect the League of Villains to be some of our favorite characters to ever grace this Earth! But it's kinda unfortunate the franchise the ended up in. Let's talk about that!

First let's start by talking about the LoV and what quirks represented for them. In MHA it's quite common for quirks to be used as allegories for different kinds of marginalization.

Heteromorphs like Spinner are a representation of racism.

Toga's quirk is a representation of how she loves someone and how society deems that love "wrong". Toga is shown to love both boys and girls. People beg her to "just be normal". She is obviously queer.

Dabi's body was not made to deal with his own quirk. This reads as being born disabled. He also has the common disabled experience of being told to forget his dreams and aspirations.

Twice's double quirk and the trauma that came from it lead to him developing dissociative identity disorder.

Some in the LoV were also marginalized / had a rough start without anything to do with their quirks.

Magne is a trans woman.

Mr. Compress comes from a family lineage of criminals.

Shigaraki is a League of Legends player.

(No but seriously this poor kid was abused and manipulated his whole life).

Speaking of which a lot of the LoV were abused and / or neglected as children. Most of the shit Shigaraki went through was due to All For One, but it's not like his bio dad was stellar either. We all know Endeavor gets the worst dad of the year award for how he raised Toya, but Dabi also got the AFO manipulation to a degree as well. Toga's parents were neglectful and verbally abusive.

All of this is to say; The LoV members clearly had a rough life. But they found a family in each other! They all cared for each other in their own way! Twice and Toga were very close and would take care of each other. Dabi burns down Toga's childhood home. Spinner and Shigaraki bond over video games and were genuine friends. Compress takes care of everyone and saves them. Everyone is sad when Magne and Twice die.

All of this leads to this beautiful line from Shigaraki:

He wanted to be their hero. He wanted to destroy the world not just for his own urges, but to make the world a better place for his friends, for the LoV. But did he succeed, even a little bit?

Wellll... The hero society that doomed them all is still going well and thriving. The most change to come out of their mission was a bigger focus on quirk counseling. This is definitely important but it is not the only thing that needed to change. And it only changed because of ONE PERSON. The ONE person who showed empathy for Toga. Ochaco is the one to implement this change, but she is only one person. She cannot change the entire world on her own.

This is where we just can't get past the clear biases in the writing of MHA. The villains are not treated fairly. For example the heroes get off scott free with practically EVERYTHING. Bakugo dies? Just kidding! Oh the condition for him coming back to life was now Edgeshot has to die? Nah he's fine too. Deku had an entire arc about wanting to save Shigaraki when no one else agreed, only for him to kill him in the end. And after killing him it's not like he implemented changes to help prevent whoever the next Shigaraki is gonna be. The cycle will continue until changes are made.

So as you can see there is clear favoritism in the writing. And that is something that tends to be an issue whenever you have a plot device such as quirks that represent marginalization and you have villains who are trying to fight their oppressors. Let's look at a few examples!

For animation fans an example that leaves a bitter taste in our mouth is The Dragon Prince's dark magic. Dark magic is something that is seen as corrupt but also explained to be a way for humans to have magic to fight their oppressors as they were seen as less than since they had no magic. But dark magic is also used as an allegory for drugs and addiction, so it gets messy.

For the superhero fans let's look at The Boys. Supes are a complete mess. You have them representing conservatives and cops in an "all supes are bastards way" while also having them as a marginalized race in danger of being genocided. You can't have both.

Both of these examples show messy allegories in fantasy where rising against your oppressors is painted as wrong and the marginalized are also seen in a negative light due to some other component of their fantasy (drugs and cops respectively). MHA falls into the same trap with its villains. They're fighting their oppressors. They are oppressed due to their quirks just being who they are, but those quirks also lead to violent murderous urges (decay and transform most of all). It ends up creating a scenario where you teach the audience that it's bad to rise against your oppressors, it's bad to want change.

So what could they have done differently? Without completely redoing the quirk fantasy, the simplest answer would be to REDO THE SYSTEM! They hinted many times in the series it needed to change somehow and just never did. Normal civilians even wanted it changed, not just the villains! But it just doesn't change. They needed to put more focus on that push not just from the villains but from the innocent civilians as well to prove it's something that needed to change. But it never will. It's fiction and the book is closed.

But just because it's fictional doesn't mean it doesn't represent real world events. The story teaches negative things about marginalization and how we should never make a stand. It's like telling all the women right now in America to not be angry their anatomy and rights are being taken away from them. It's telling those women to love the man who is doing this to them. It's telling queer people to just accept they can't get married or transition anymore. It's telling us there is nothing to be done. But remember that isn't true! If you keep fighting things could change. It unfortunately may not be in your lifetime, but at least we can try to make things better for the future generations so no one has to hurt like the LoV did, like real people do today.

[severelystrangewriter]

Meddling Friends (Kids) (Flufftober 2023 Day 7)

Pairing: shinichiro sano x female reader

WC: 1440

Warnings: none

Summary: shinichiro is lonely so emma, mikey, and izana take matters into their own hands

Note: idk how dating apps work but this idea was just too cute to pass up

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“How tall is he?” Emma asked as she, Mikey, and Izana stared at the bio page of the dating app they downloaded on their older brother Shinichiro’s phone. They were currently huddled on the couch as they discussed it seriously.

“Like, six feet,” Mikey responded.

Emma hummed thoughtfully before typing, “I’ll put six foot two.”

“But that’s lying,” Izana argued.

“It’s for Shin’s sake,” Emma defended, “Now I need some interests, uh…”

“Motorcycles,” The three teenagers said at the same time and Emma diligently typed it out. Then she sat back thoughtfully, “Is that really all he has going for him?”

“Pretty much,” Mikey shrugged.

Emma shook her head, “We’ve gotta come up with something else… How about ‘I like to take long walks in the park and enjoy nature’ or something like that?”

“But that’d be even more lying,” Izana sighed.

“Do you want him to get a girlfriend or not?” Emma snapped, “This is Shin’s only hope, so we have to make him look good.”

“Put ‘loves kids’, some ladies like that stuff,” Mikey added, “And it’s true.”

Emma agreed and put it down, “Now all we need are some pictures.”

She went through his selfies and found the best photos of their older brother and added them to the profile. Then she smiled in satisfaction as she hit the finish button.

“Alright, it’s done!”

“What’s done?” Shinichiro’s voice sounded from the doorway causing the three siblings to jump in fright.

Emma was the first to recover as she proudly held out the phone, “Your dating profile!”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for this thing,” Shinichiro said as he took the phone back, then his sister’s words registered, “Wait, what dating profile?”

He looked down and his eyes widened at the sight of the dating app that hadn’t been there before.

“We took the liberty of making you one,” Izana explained, “You’re welcome.”

“Well I’m deleting it,” Shinichiro replied.

“No!” Emma tried to take the cell back, but he held it high in the air out of her reach. Mikey had the perfect solution and jumped on his older brother’s back, wrestling him to the floor as it became an all-out brawl for the phone. Just then his cell dinged with a notification, causing everyone to perk up.

Emma gasped excitedly, “Someone’s interested!”

“Really?” Shinichiro couldn’t keep the delight out of his tone as he sat up and looked back down at the device. He clicked on the notification and the dating app showed your bright smiling face. He made a noise, sounding impressed.

“She’s cute,” Mikey commented, peeking over his shoulder to see your picture.

Emma quickly scanned your bio and gasped again, “She sounds perfect for you!”

“You think?” Shinichiro found himself asking as he also looked over your information. “Well what do I do?”

“I think you swipe to match,” Izana explained, taking the phone and doing just that. Then he handed it back and continued, “Then you just message her.”

“Message her?” Shinichiro repeated in surprise, “What would I even say?”

“Well most people start with a hello,” Izana said like it was obvious.

“No! Do a joke! Show her you’re funny!” Emma advised.

“Is he though?” Mikey questioned blankly.

“I can be funny,” Shinichiro argued, furrowing his brows.

Before he could think of something to say, you sent the first message. 

“Is that her? What’d she say?” Emma asked.

“She said ‘hey’ with a smiley face,” Shinichiro answered, “Quick what do I say?”

“Just say it back,” Mikey shrugged, “Come on, you’ve held a conversation before.”

Ignoring that last part, Shinichiro did just that and soon you were replying.

That was the start of many messages shared between you and Shin. You two seemed to hit it off really well and had quite a bit in common. He found your mannerisms endearing and just genuinely enjoyed talking to you.

However, after about a month, Shinichiro still had yet to ask you on a date, the whole reason why the younger Sano siblings downloaded the app in the first place. Which is exactly what led them to take matters into their own hands once more.

“Have you guys seen my phone?” Shinichiro asked one day as he walked into the living room only to see Emma, Mikey, and Izana huddled around it again. “What are you doing?”

“Talking to (Y/n),” Emma replied nonchalantly, being the one actually holding the device.

“What?! With my phone? Did you at least tell her it was you?”

“No,” Mikey answered bluntly, and before Shinichiro could get his phone back, the phone dinged with a message.

Emma read it first and squealed excitedly, “She said yes!”

Shinichiro was lost, “Yes? Yes to what?”

Emma simply handed his phone over to her older brother with a smug smile on her face. “You have a date tomorrow!”

“You didn’t,” Shinichiro sounded breathless as he snatched the phone out of her hands. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked over the messages of them asking you out by pretending to be him and you enthusiastically agreeing.

“It’s at the zoo at ten o’clock tomorrow morning,” Izana explained.

“You’re welcome,” Mikey added.

Shinichiro didn’t know what to do or say. It’s not like he could cancel the date because he didn’t want to seem like he wasn’t interested- he was very interested. He was just surprised you said yes.

So Shinichiro sucked it up and decided that he would make it the best date ever.

The next morning you both met up at the train station and made your way to the zoo. You were wearing a cute outfit and Shinichiro just put on a pair of nice jeans with a crisp white shirt that Emma insisted he ironed.

The date was going a lot smoother than Shinichiro thought it would go, much to his relief. You both laughed and joked as you went around to see the animals. There was even a point where you took the initiative and started holding his hand.

Finally, you suggested stopping somewhere for lunch which he agreed. You found a nice little restaurant and were currently waiting for your food.

“So is there a reason we’re being tailed by three kids wearing sunglasses, all pretending to read a newspaper?” You asked lowly out of nowhere, startling him.

Shinichiro furrowed his brows and you subtly nodded your head to the side, gesturing to a table not too far away. And sure enough, when he looked over he saw Mikey, Emma, and Izana sitting at the table, peeking over a big newspaper while wearing sunglasses. When they noticed they had been caught, they quickly ducked their heads behind the paper.

“They stick out like a sore thumb,” Shinichiro felt a wave of irritation as his eye twitched. They really don’t trust him to do anything, huh?

“I take it you know them?” You asked as you took a sip of your drink.

“Those are my siblings I was telling you about,” He replied with a huff.

“The ones that made your profile?” You tipped your lips up into a teasing smile, “And asked me out for you?”

Shinichiro buried his face in his hands and groaned, “Yes.”

You started giggling despite his distress.

“It’s not funny,” He whined, peeking at you through his fingers which made you laugh harder.

“It’s hilarious,” You responded, then when you gained some semblance of control, you grinned at him, “And actually really sweet. It just shows that they care about you.”

At this, Shinichiro lowered his hands, “You’re not weirded out?”

“Nah,” You shook your head, then you shrugged, “Do you wanna invite them to join us?”

“But what about our date?” He questioned.

“Do you want to spend the rest of our date being watched like zoo animals?” You countered, “Come on, it’ll be a nice bonding experience.”

Shinichiro felt a soft smile grow on his face, “You’re so cool.”

“I know,” You said sweetly.

And so you and Shinichiro invited the three teens to join you. They didn’t seem the slightest bit guilty for crashing your date as they immediately started asking you all sorts of questions to get to know you better. Shinichiro watched in fascination and adoration as you clicked with his siblings without hesitation.

They suggested going to the aquarium which was nearby and you walked with Shinichiro, holding his hand and laughing as Emma, Mikey, and Izana started pointing out fishes that they claimed looked like their older brother. Despite all the teasing, Shinichiro felt so grateful towards his younger siblings for meddling in his love life and leading him right to you.

[amigac0debasic13]

upside of being sick: two evil mennn in my houseee

behold my original g1 shockwaves!!! One in shit quality and another in very good quality I received recently. I believe it’s rather obvious I do quite enjoy Shockwave, but I rarely (if ever) look at fanart or fandom depictions of him since I happen to like a very very specific version of shockwave i see under represented:

Flamboyant asshole !!

I’d argue flamboyant asshole shockwave is most present in the marvel comics (possibly skybound? ‘Tickles me purple’ etc etc) and I never see it discussed. I either see fandom shockwave made hyper unemotional - and by that - commonly hyper masculine (hilarious interpretation giving his general shape and demeanor but you do you), or surprisingly…. Un-shockwave-like? It’s hard to get that sweet spot. I suppose I’m just exceedingly picky but I think shockwave should be a conniving freak.

While purely logical characters can be quite interesting, you have to utilize them in an interesting way to *make* them interesting, and I don’t see that happening in most official media for this guy.

I’m sickkk of him being the wizard who did it. I’m so accustomed to him being turned into a MacGuffin or a plot device it irritates me quite thoroughly. Paired with his “lack of ability to feel”, it is very hard to write an emotionless character, so in most all writings of this archetype it is often able to be read as someone who is not unfeeling, but has instead convinced themselves they cannot feel. That’s why I adore marvel shockwave

His character bio, while also specifying he has a nuclear reactor in his chest for some reason (an explanation for his bust size or possibly sources from the electronics in his chest compartment on his original toy????) , makes sure to note that shockwave does not fan his ego, and relies purely on logic. After you begin reading the marvel comics it’s really obvious that that’s bullshit 💀

Look at this bro

Depicted after he saves Optimus from death for whatever fucking reason, waking up from his depression nap to do so. Logic is specified, but he doesn’t sound or act logical despite this. “But of course…….” I don’t care that’s some gay shit

He gets pissed off and kicks his feet when proven wrong, he humiliates Megatron for funzies during his takeover of the decepticons and then goes “ohhhh but it would be illogical to kill youuu” and then does the equivalent of throwing him in a dumpster . he makes children souls using Optimus’ epic chest relic ??????? That one is just weird. It makes sense but like

He “plays” (fucks with) the dinobots by letting them kick his ass before throwing them off a cliff, he’s full of himself to an aggressive extent depending on the writer of the comic, and huffy as well. Not to mention he watches straight people kissing and goes “weird. strange. humans are STUPIDER than I thought” in I believe the first panel he appears in

This is, in fact, a shockop propaganda post if you haven’t noticed my subtle foreshadowing. These two act like horrible exes that call eachother slurs. amazing. Read the marvel comics this shit rules

[tozette-original]

ONE

--

Emily had never been to a church funeral.

"Well," said Agatha, checking her pale mass of hair in the hallway mirror. "You haven't left the house in a month, so you might consider it a social event. You can't wear that," she added, nodding at the strap of Emily's dress.

"I can't?" It was black, and light enough for the late summer heat. She'd thought it was perfect: no cleavage, no knees, black, and not scooped off the detritus of her bedroom floor.

"You need something that covers your shoulders for the church — get a shawl or something."

Of course, there were no black shawls in Emily's closet. She was nineteen, not a hundred and ninety. She borrowed a shawl from her mother instead, a dove-grey pashmina that was way too heavy for the oppressive heat outside.

"And now we're late. Of course we are." Agatha continued muttering darkly in this vein as she pulled out of the driveway.

Emily sat in tense silence in the passenger seat, certain that nothing she might say would defuse her mother's ire. She applied herself to aimless scrolling through her phone. It was silent, but Agatha still shot the device a disapproving glance.

They merged into the crawling line of vehicles winding its way through their urban neighbourhood, heading further south into the city proper.

"We should just go straight to the church," Agatha sighed eventually, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. "It'll be less embarrassing."

"Who is Michael, anyway?" Emily dared to ask.

"He was Clara's husband. She's my second cousin." She flicked an indicator on and dipped into a back street, which may not have actually gotten her to the church faster than their more direct route but which certainly allowed her to drive at a faster speed. "I only met him a few times, but I'm sure Clara must be distraught."

"What happened to him, then?"

"He fell down the stairs, I think."

"Fell down the stairs?" Emily repeated, bewildered. "Do people really die of that? Like, actually?"

"Apparently."

"Wow. Um. Okay. So Clara's my… third cousin?"

"No." Agatha made a brief, agonised face at this. "She's your second cousin once removed. What do they even teach you in school and how did you graduate?"

"Uh, well, they weren't covering, like, family relative taxonomy in year twelve bio, sorry."

"Genealogy, Emily."

"Okay. So if you don't know Michael, why are we going to his funeral?"

"For Clara, mostly. She's always been a bit… delicate. She's like you that way."

Emily didn't now quite what to say in response to this, so she didn't say anything for a long few seconds, which went on and on unbroken as they waited for a set of lights to change.

"They do think it's, like, genetic," she said, carefully not looking over at her mother. She caught the way Agatha looked sharply over at her anyway, right in her peripheral vision.

"Well. We didn't have mental problems in the seventies," she said after a hanging moment. "She was just weird little cousin Clara. And then I'm afraid she and I rather drifted apart, with her getting married so young. We didn't have much in common. She and Michael must have been together for… oh, surely it's twenty five, thirty years? You know I don't even talk to your father —" (Of this, Emily was very aware.) "— And I still can't imagine what it'd be like for him to die. I can't imagine what she's going through."

Emily nodded, and went back to her social media feed. A friend, presumably having a much better day than Emily was, had posted a photo of her hand holding a giant gelato cone. A streak of lurid blue melt dripped down her fingers. She liked it and kept scrolling.

Messages about mindfulness, productivity hacks and carpe diem drifted by with the same dull feeling as the ads for cosmetics and warnings about dangerous chemicals in tap water. Microplastics. Hitting your protein goals. Scroll, scroll, scroll.

'Balance your hormones,' someone had written. 'Try moon-washed nutrient water. It's perfectly pH neutral!'

Emily chewed her bottom lip.

As they finally got away from the tiny side streets and the traffic and approached a tall, inner-city church, Agatha began nervously reminding Emily of things: she did not know if there'd be communion, but Emily wasn't to take it if there was, being as she wasn't confirmed, and that she should stand and sit only when other people did, not to fidget or talk, to put her phone away, to try not to be inappropriate for once.

Emily let this familiar refrain wash right over her.

The church was well-attended, with a mix of people in dark, formal clothing coming together in twos and threes to chat in the car park before drifting to the old, imposing church. Emily wasn't even the only person wearing a slightly mismatched shawl over her black, summery clothes.

There were plenty of expensive cars in the car park, though. Mercedes, Ferrari, Lambo, about a million BMWs. Agatha's energy-efficient Toyota hybrid looked squat, boxy and distinctly out of place among them.

Emily opened the passenger-side door, misjudged the amount of space she had, and thumped its edge into the car next to them.

"Please tell me you didn't scratch it. That car's probably worth more than you are."

The mark was tiny. They wouldn't even notice. Probably. Almost certainly.

"It's fine," said Emily, with a confidence she didn't feel.

Agatha looked skywards, breathed out, and chose not to argue about it.

The church was cool inside, stuffy and smelling of dust and incense. A veil of silence descended along with the shade, by common consent, at just the moment the threshold was crossed. All sanctioned conversations fell away and there were only footsteps and little whispers. They turned right, and there was the big room with its pointed stained glass windows and long wooden pews on either side. Up at the front was a step up to a raised platform — or a stage, like a performance — and then up there was both the altar and the casket, both curiously similar, draped in their thick fabrics.

The funeral-goers all knelt to the altar at a certain point, each in grim silence after the one before. They walked slowly to give this ceremony the time it needed, and as they approached, Agatha poked her in the ribs, so Emily knelt, too, right in the middle of the centre aisle between pews.

In the silence, her knees went CRACK, echoing up to the roof of a building designed to augment sermons. Heads swivelled towards her, eyebrows raised, glances of confusion.

Agatha gripped her arm around the elbow, creasing her shawl beneath her bony fingers. She didn't say anything, beholden to the same spell of silence as everyone else.

"I can't help my knees, Ma," Emily whispered into her hair as they slid into a pew, scooching right down to the end so Emily was between Agatha and the wall. Agatha looked sideways at her but said nothing.

What followed was a bewildering service. There was of course a lot of religion: in fact, it seemed uncomfortably to Emily as though the priest was kind of hijacking the experience of grief as a marketing opportunity for the afterlife. There were call-and-response style prayers, a lot of mixed murmuring — some people seemed to say 'and with your spirit,' and others murmured 'and also with you,' which made Agatha huff out a short, unimpressed breath.

Phrases that must have been Latin came and passed, and Emily's attention waned. She jiggled her leg until Agatha put one hand on her knee to keep it still and then she chewed on her thumbnail until her dull teeth worked their way through it. It was dim enough in the church that if she tried to check her phone she knew everyone behind them would be able to see the light of the screen, which was pretty rude to the dead guy. Time dilated absurdly before her, though, as it always did when she had to sit still and quiet, unoccupied, for any significant length of time.

"Em, if I have to take you outside like a fussy baby," hissed Agatha, beneath the cover of a group prayer, to which everyone somehow knew the words. "Get your damn hands out of your mouth!"

"How long is this?" Emily whispered back.

"Just speeches. Then we go to the cemetery."

Speeches. Great.

But it appeared Michael had left no children to mourn him, so it was just the priest's comments, and then the wife — Agatha's relative — taking the lectern up there.

Clara did not look much like Emily, or even like Agatha. Where they were tall and colourlessly pale, with dishwater blond hair and sharp faces, Clara was short and had thick, black hair swept back in a riot of curls. She had not borrowed mismatched clothing for the church. Her shirt was black and lacy and buttoned right up to her throat.

Her face was made up immaculately despite her wet eyes and the high pallor of stress. She was almost intimidatingly pretty: soft, lush, lacy and feminine, with painted lips and damp, black, fluttering eyelashes.

It was uncomfortable to hear her talk into the echoing silence with a heartbreaking catch in her husky voice.

Emily paid more attention to how she looked and sounded, rather than what she said. She caught little of the contents of the speech after, "When I married Michael, twenty-seven years ago…"

If that was true, she was probably, like, nearly fifty. Her makeup was really good. Did people get makeup artists in for funerals? It seemed like that might have been in bad taste.

The service at last ended, with everyone's final, murmured 'thanks be to God,' grimly hilarious in the context of its length and Emily's boredom.

Then they all spilled out of the church, blinking and squinting in the dazzling late summer sunlight with everyone talking louder and louder, like noise and colour had been injected back into the world. They piled into their stifling cars out in the broad concrete parking lot and drove to the cemetery for one final graveside benediction.

Despite the stuffy heat, Emily was pleased to get back in her mother's car and wind down the windows so she could feel the artificial breeze of the car's movement. That breeze initially lasted only as long as one lap around the car park. Then, she pulled out her phone as they waited in the long line of luxury sedans and sports cars to exit the car park.

Absolutely nothing cool had happened on social media in the interim. But several people had posted photos of their cats, and one person had reposted a video of an undernourished teenager dancing as a voice-over shared some information about women's health and the dangers of promiscuity.

"That's rubbish," opined Agatha. "Where do people come up with this stuff? I hope they taught you better in school. God knows they bloody charged me for it."

Emily tapped the volume control and scrolled past, but forbore to mention how Agatha had graduated, like, thirty years ago and probably didn't know what she was talking about either.

They followed a car out, finally, and crawled through the three o'clock traffic all the way to the cemetery.

Emily did not spend much time in cemeteries and she was a little surprised by this one. Behind the wrought iron gates it was light-filled, verdant, dotted with flowers and beautifully kept. The mourners were gathered in a black knot around Michael's freshly opened grave site. Emily spotted several shawls now trailing from handbags or hooked over arms, and gratefully left hers behind in the car.

The time at the graveside was mercifully brief. There were tears, and someone poured some home-made spirits over the box they lowered in, and the priest committed it to the ground with a solemn prayer.

Clara, a small, dark figure standing alone in the sunshine, looked stiff and cold and unapproachable. She cried with a dignity Emily could never have achieved. There was no crumple-faced sobbing for Clara. Instead, tears leaked from her shining eyes and her red mouth trembled. She'd even brought a little floral handkerchief that went back into her sleeve after she had gently dabbed it at her eyes.

Emily watched this display until Clara looked directly at her across the grave, and met her stare with her own glossy dark eyes. Emily looked away, then, almost embarrassed to have been caught staring. There wasn't very much else of interest to look at, though. It was a funeral. There was nothing but grief on display, and if she ought not to stare at it, she didn't know where to look.

The headstones weren't close enough for her to make out any inscriptions, and Emily figured that once you'd seen one carefully maintained grave set in pristine greenery upon a manicured, sunlit hill, you'd probably seen them all. It might be a kind of nice place to end up, if you were dead, she guessed, although she didn't give thoughts of death much consequence as a rule.

At the end of all the crying at the graveside, they returned to their cars again. This time, Emily spotted a gleaming Lexus, which was, like, basically the same as her mum's 2000s Prius, really. They wove back through the traffic to the wake. This was the last event of the funeral, which was finally, blissfully, free of the priest, and was at least guaranteed to have little bits of picky finger food to fill her belly.

"City parking," sighed Agatha, as they drove up a ramp and into an off-street garage. The after-hours rate applied, so they got away with only surrendering twenty-six dollars, paid in advance, of which Emily supplied ten dollars when they discovered the credit card reader was broken.

"If we're here more than two hours," Agatha growled, stabbing at the buttons, "I'll stab myself in the eye."

"What happened to supporting Clara?" Emily needled.

"Well, Clara isn't supporting my feet. You wait until you're fifty-five and stumbling around in high heels all afternoon."

Emily did not think this very likely. She felt the time when women wore heels out of obligation was pretty well in the past right now, and would be a distant memory by her fifties.

"You can swap with me if you like," she offered as they got into the elevator and ascended from the car park levels with a dull rattle.

For a moment Agatha looked like she was considering Emily's flat sandals very intently indeed, and then she shook her head. "No. We'll sit down up there. You'll see."

The wake was held in a nineteenth-floor bar with low lighting, masses of greenery and long marble bench tops. It had a terrace balcony, enclosed in heavy wrought iron curlicues, which had been surrendered to the smokers. The air conditioning was turned up so high that Emily wished she'd brought the shawl.

Immediately upon entry, there was a huge photograph of the deceased projected onto the wall. Emily did not recognise his face, although she supposed she might have met him when she was much younger. He was… old? Older than Clara, for sure. But if you really liked smirking older men with roughly symmetrical features and salt and pepper hair, she guessed you could do worse than a guy who looked like that — and he must have been loaded, too, because all his friends were, and the venue was nice and the drinks were free.

Over the next twenty minutes, people trickled in, arranged in hushed knots of two and three, shivering in the air conditioning. Emily quickly lost her mother to the throng.

"How did you know Michael?" people asked again and again, a grim line of black dresses and charcoal suits that blurred together within minutes. Emily heard countless stories of grief from people who cared much more than she did, and nodded sympathetically along. She remembered no names and would not have recognised most of the faces a second time.

At some point — she lost track of the passage of time — Agatha emerged from the blur of low-lit greenery and black outfits and grabbed her arm.

"My daughter — I don't know if you remember — "

And then Emily found herself face to face with Clara. Up close, she was a picture of wounded femininity: a brave face, marked and drawn with recent grief. She licked her lips nervously before she spoke, and Emily watched, curiously compelled by the wet shine of saliva on her red lipstick.

"I was certainly aware of the existence of a daughter. I imagined her rather younger, though," she added. Her dark eyes lingered on the shoulder strap of Emily's dress.

Emily tried to think of something to say. "Time passes faster than you expect, I guess."

Agatha shifted on her uncomfortable heels.

"Oh, yes," Clara said. "It's always right behind you, and you can usually hear it gaining on you."

"We were just discussing how Clara needs help clearing out their country house now, you know, sorting through Michael's things — I've told her you're not doing much and you'd appreciate the chance to get out of the city."

What? Emily blanched, tearing her eyes away from Clara's pretty face to look at her mother instead. She blinked rapidly. "Oh. Um. Well."

"What?" The sound of Agatha's voice was a warning. Her lips thinned. "You should be delighted for a chance to do something a bit useful for a change."

Clara looked between them. "I can see we've sprung the idea on you unexpectedly. I'd appreciate the help, but if you'd rather not, I understand completely."

"Don't be absurd. She's just moping around, here. She works at a juice shop and lives with her mother, for god's sake. She's nearly twenty."

"Agatha."

"What?"

Clara touched Emily's arm, softly, painted fingertips oh-so-gentle on the curve of flesh above her elbow. "You'd be very welcome, and a tremendous help to me personally. I'll be all alone now. But you must think about it for yourself. I'll call you on — on Sunday? Yes."

"Okay," said Emily dumbly. She curled her hands into fists at her sides. Her heart thumped, caged by her ribs.

Clara smiled — like the moon drifting out from behind a cloud — and withdrew.

Emily felt curiously aware of the spot on her arm where she'd been touched for a long time after.

By the time they drove home, it was raining once more, the kind of late summer storm that sent the temperature plummeting and heralded a wet autumn.

"You'll like the countryside," Agatha insisted as they waited for the security arm to let them out of the car park and into the dark street. "Peaceful. No distractions. And Clara's an odd duck. You'll get along just fine."

"I haven't decided if I want to go," Emily said mulishly. "I've got a few days before she calls."

Agatha clicked her tongue as though this was an annoying irrelevancy. "Well, you're not doing anything here. All you do is sit around and stare at your phone. And Clara really needs the help — or, well, probably the company more than the help, if I'm honest. I can only imagine how lonely she is now. She looked terrible."

She'd looked pretty good to Emily, although pale and a little tired. But her husband had died, so she'd had reason to look much worse.

Emily was keen to get away from Agatha, as she always was, but she resented being told instead of asked. She wasn't sure she wanted to go out to the countryside, where she'd be miles from anything and stuck cleaning out the home of a virtual stranger. "You make it sound like I don't even have a job or anything. I help pay the bills."

"It's not about paying the bills, Emily." Agatha sighed.

Emily turned to the window instead. Outside, the street lights flickered by, bright reflections gleaming wetly on the dark bitumen.

"You'll do very well in the country," Agatha insisted, and Emily supposed that, come Sunday, she'd be unlikely to hear the end of it if she declined.

[s12-kittie]

Social media in Magical Dimension (Headcannons)

1. Chirper. A social media used by fairies and most of the specialists. A user can post pictures, videos, texts, audios and react to a post with several cute emojis. There're also direct messages, an ability to create group chats and to hold a stream. The unusual thing is that the device device throws out glitter (it's just a hologram, though) every time the feed updates, this special effect can be turned off, if the user doesn't like it. Also, special nocification sounds :)

2. Notebook Of Doom (NoD). The social media used by thr witches and some specialists. Same functios with the Chirper, except the glitter thingy, and, ofc the design is more witchy XD

3. Whisper. More a forum than a social media, but still. Was primarily designed for asking smth anonymously, but now a user can choose whether they want to hide their personal data (such as username, pfp, bio, questio hisrtory (smth like browser history)) or not. Used by fairies, witches, and specialists, but isn't really popular

4. YuNa. Will appear in the book 3 or 4 of my fic as a result of merging Chirper and NoD, as a part of a Union program, which is supposed to fix the relationship between witches and fairies. All the functions remain, only now a user can choose a design of the app (more cute/more goth/new neutral design)

Actually, using Chirper is not prohobited for a witch, as well as using NoD for a fairy, but if someone did that they'd be considered a little nuts XD

[drmellking]

seven sentences sunday! 💌

tagged by @loveyouanyway @bigfootsmom <333

uhhhh... okay so i just started this fic literally 2 mins ago and this is literally all there is to it so far. 🫣 so, uh, yeah! here u go!!

Buck's dead ex is on Tinder.

Something in Buck's heart catches and turns over when a pretty familiar face shows up on his phone screen. He fumbles the stupid thing and it falls against the edge of his kitchen counter, almost bouncing off of it and dropping to the floor. Buck winces when he sees part of his screen cracked as he grabs the device with a shaking, trembling hand.

He thinks he might have a panic attack.

The calm, almost sleepy content he was feeling a few minutes ago while scrolling through his phone now quickly hardens into despair, so many memories rushing into him like a tornado. His heart hammers painfully against his chest.

But.

Buck's dead ex is on Tinder.

He blinks one, two, three, a hundred times. But no matter how hard he tries, the same face greets him. With the basic Tinder bio, and the stupid buttons to match or swipe left.

Eddie Diaz. 30 years old. Paramedic.

Buck chokes on nothing, his vision blurring with unshed tears.

Eddie Diaz is supposed to be dead. Or well, Buck always assumed so.

They dated for three beautiful months. Which in the grand scheme of things, he gets that might sound dumb and short. Three months are nothing, really.

But for Buck? They were everything. Because Eddie saw him, he saw Buck for all of his quirks and flaws and every little thing in between. And he got him in a way no one else ever did, not even his own sister.

In three months, Buck had fallen harder than he is willing to admit. Or well, that's not exactly right. Falling would mean that it happened accidentally, that Buck didn't see it coming, that it was a surprise. It wasn't. Hell, he had dove right in, eyes and arms wide open. the certainty that Eddie would catch him at the end of it spreading through his veins like liquid gold.

tagging np: @monsterrae1 @exhuastedpigeon @wikiangela @devirnis @theotherbuckley @eddiebabygirldiaz @the-likesofus @hoodie-buck @bi-buckrights @underwaterninja13 @father-salmon @tizniz @diazsdimples @watchyourbuck @queerdiazs @wildlife4life @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem and anyone else who wants to <333

[brunolover808]

A Concrete Man

A hero has a firefly that keeps them from the darkness.

X (F)reader

Jumps from third person to second

Warning wholesomeness

The development of the world's strongest hero comes with its flaws. For years the creation has been lacking the true connection of someone. The need for what was never given to the monster from its birth. That deep aching desperation sewn into every seam. Only being temporarily filled by someone who didn't care for the monster really. So that tiny temporary stand in was thrown away in need of something more.

After the tragic death of Stillwell, there was an underlying tension surrounding the hero. Before it was like walking on ice as it crackled but never snapped underneath the weight of innocent employees. Now the surface was so thin, only someone naive would step on the ice. A swift, but chilling death to be captured in the raging river below.

A statement went out to all employees to avoid confrontation with Homelander. Not like anyone was wanting to make a mistake in front of the man anyway. Thankfully actions were being taken to help with putting the dog back on its leash. Besides the distraction of a certain Becca and Ryan Butcher, there was another small addition to Homelander's plate.

Homelander was not one for technology, but the company gave him a smart device. In addition Stan Edgar has enforced that Ashley makes sure to have Homelander using a certain app created just for him.

V-touch, an app made for Homelander only. This app had applicants for a new position in the company. A position to become Homelander's personal "teddy bear", in other words, someone he could hold or someone to hold him. Most of the applicants were female and were restricted from having a photo of their face. The app only had images that were cropped to show their hands. This was to keep Homelander from picking based on bias or attraction. The bios would be as descriptive as the applicant likes, but must be approved. Many of them had short descriptions of themselves, hobbies, and what they can do. Professional and somewhat flirty.

Though Homelander was required to spend at least an hour swiping through the applicants. He just denied them all that popped up. He barely took a glance at their bios before swiping. He even found a few that had described they were married. That only made him more uninterested. He wanted whoever to be picked to give him their whole attention. He could not have that attention shared by anyone else.

It was tiring since the majority of the women just didn't settle well with him. Then there was one applicant that was different. Their bio was short. Explaining her height, age, hair, eyes, ethnicity, and lastly her availability. There was nothing more, nothing to emphasize on picking her. It intrigued Homelander the most and when he looked at the photo attached, the hands looked smooth and hydrated. Meaning the woman took care of herself or at least her skin. He swipes, accepting her application which activated a chat. The options for the chat was like a normal messaging system. The only difference was a button behind three dots to deny the applicant.

Homelander was startled as he wasn't expecting to start messaging. He thought once he chose then the woman would start working and he could meet them in person. Though it looked like he was going to speak with this new person for some time. Likely until her application gets processed and she goes through everything needing to work for Vought.

Ding

A message appeared before Homelander could even send something. It was short and made his eyebrows squeezed together in confusion.

|˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉﾞʰⁱ

Homelander didn't know what to do in this case. He never really texted anyone. Hell he couldn't even use this smart phone till someone had to show him. Then he killed them since he couldn't have it getting out that he doesn't know how to use a smart device.

Hello.

He waited as he watched a small voice bubble pop up and disappear. It was odd how he felt watching. Almost like the moment the bubble went away he grew frustrated. Though as it came back he felt like he would be on the edge of his seat.

Thank you for swiping on my application.Is this really Homelander?

Homelander scoffs as he rolls his eyes thinking it was a ridiculous question.

Of course this is Homelander. You are to be my...

What would you even call the position? Homelander thought for a moment before he couldn't decide on what to exactly say. Then before he knew it a new message popped up before he could send a reply.

Sorry, I just am nervous. I didn't know what this position would really mean. It said I would be acting as a care taker for Homelander. I would be required to make physical contact only and whenever he asks.

I mean when you ask. Sorry.

It was amusing already. He couldn't hear her voice, but he knew this one was something else. Nervous. He wondered what kind of nervousness she was experiencing. The excitement for a new job or something more deep to her core.

Homelander had to stop himself from getting too enticed. This was just another person that kneeled before Edgar. Not him and it made this all the more irritating. Though he would like to enjoy this just a little. Maybe make a fool of the company.

That is correct sweetheart. You get to be my personal stuffed bear. Congratulations.

After a couple months of chatting back and forth on this app, Homelander had grown to learn more about smart devices. He also has developed what would be called a friendship. Though something about how he eagerly awaited messages was more of a teenage boy waiting for his crush to say hi to him.

Homelander was practically checking his phone whenever he could. Even as they were filming he would get irritated when a scene would take too long. He needed to respond as soon as the woman on the other side of the app. Their conversations had been normal questions back and forth to develop this bond, but as of late it has been throwing compliments and even soft whispers of getting to meet each other. They both knew it would be soon and that is what thrilled Homelander. He didn't know when he would get to see the woman from the app, but when he would, it would be a gift.

I hope to see you soon. I could really use someone sane right now.

He complained as he sat behind a few screens showing the scene he just did. Normally your response was quick, but it seemed to be very slow today. He wondered what might have happened or if you had found another job. He had offered to send you money for simply keeping a conversation with him, but you turned it down. It only emphasizes how much he wanted to meet you. The fact that at this point you were talking to him, just to talk with him.

So why weren't you replying to him. He was visibly getting upset the longer he watched the clock. The ticking of numbers changed to the next as he waited for a reply. It was so intense as he thought he saw you texting. He needed to say something. You needed to say something to him.

Are you there?

Are you ignoring me?

I thought everything was going well?

Say something!

His messages were becoming worrying and frantic. Homelander was feeling like he was losing something good. He didn't like it one bit. This is what always happens to him. He got up and was starting to pace back and forth as he began to spam you with messages ranging from screaming to concern.

"Fuck." He cursed as he stopped and wiped a hand through his blonde hair. The hell breaking up and letting his hair become just as disheveled as his face. "Why won't she answer me."

Homelander was ready to throw the phone when he stopped from that familiar ding. He froze as he slowly brought the screen to his face. There in blue text was your message.

Look behind you.

Confusion was painted on his face. Though it was only a second before he snapped his head back and turned his body slowly as he saw a woman. A glowing golden fabric cupping your body as it was made for you. The beauty that your features captured in such a natural way would be considered nature. He dropped his phone out of sheer shock as you began to slowly approach him. A smile dawned on your lips as you looked at him with more familiarity than anyone else there.

"Homelander, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." You were ready to extend a hand, but without warning he wrapped his arms around you.

His navy suit ruff but cushion against your cheek as he embraces you. His red gloves squeak faintly as his hands tighten against the fabric of your dress. He was holding you tightly, but not deadly. Your hands sliding up from his waist to the middle of his back as you hug him back.

"I am here Homelander." You spoke softly as he took in a deep breath. Then released it with a heavy breath. His body relaxes from your presence, a true success of your position in the company.

PT 2