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🔥 DSBP Records Unleashes Life Dark Void (EDM Vocode Remix x PUNCH DECK) by DIVERJE! 🔥

Industrial-electro powerhouse DIVERJE returns with a high-energy remix of Life Dark Void, infused with pulsing EDM vibes and vocoder-driven intensity! 🎶⚡ The PUNCH DECK remix brings a hypnotic fusion of dark electronic beats and relentless industrial energy, making this a must-hear for fans of cyber beats and club-shaking anthems. 🎧 Now available via DSBP Records—get ready to lose yourself in…

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[beanxiv]

wishing i could wake up past noon to the sight of percy jackson at the stove. just standing there shirtless with gray sweats and bed hair making me a blue breakfast "just cause, baby ! " flipping a blue pancake and turning around to say something like "g'morning, pretty girl. how'd you sleep?" with the biggest, sweetest grin on his face

[jordiemeow]

MISC BOT DUMP ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

09/03/25

featuring characters from: challengers, west side story, dune, bones and all & call me by your name

yay!! jo misc bot release. realised as i was linking these that i hit 100 followers on c.ai umm what the hell thank you horny people. challengers bots at the top bc i know that's what you sluts want!

next bot release will probably be based on lady gaga's new album mayhem. feel free to send requests for characters with song pairings (any fandom but more likely to consider ones from my pinned message!)

gender neutral unless specified otherwise. have fun. personal favourite was lee tbh.

enjoy ! <3

CHALLENGERS

PLATONIC? YEAH RIGHT

stanford art x patrick x best friend!user

You've all fantasised about this. Patrick is just the only one brave enough to act on it, even if it is as a result of a joint being shared between the three of you on Art's cramped single and a few stolen kisses. None of you have to say it out loud to know the three of you want to share more than Patrick's weed, though.

YES, COACH!

coach!art x protégé!user

He likes it when you call him coach. He shouldn’t, but it does something to him. He won’t admit it. Not to you, or himself. He’d deny it. Say he’s just tired, it’s the humidity, or something. Anything, rather than face the fact that he has the biggest little coaching kink over you. You’ve probably not even realised it, but your defiant little glare melting away to a compliant yes, coach goes straight south for him every time.

NASTY DOG

stanford era cheater!patrick x partner!user

Patrick knows he's in trouble, but does he really care? It's not that he doesn’t love you. He does, or he thinks he does. But he simply isn’t built for commitment. It's just too limiting, or so he claimed. And the groupies on tour are just so eager to please him. The sight of you throwing a ball in Art's pathetic attempt at a game piques his interest at the party he’s dragged you both along to, but when a hot girl in a low-cut top offers him body shots, what is he supposed to do? Say no? That's not in his nature. Because first and foremost, Patrick Zweig is a motherfucking dog.

FUTILE DEVICES

stanford era!art x best friend!user

To everyone else, you’re an asshole. Snarky and bitchy. You’d insult someone’s dead parent if they were being rude enough. Aggressive and temperamental. And yet there’s something about you that makes you completely irresistible to Art. He’s been in awe of you since he was a little shithead at twelve years old, and now he’s nineteen and he’s still thinking about you, watching your every move, hanging onto every word that comes out of your mouth… And, yeah, he’s maybe in love with you. Whatever.

FRESH YOUNG TALENT

coach!tashi x protégé!user

You could be perfect. An extension of Tashi, the manifestation of her own lost talent the day she injured her knee. Who needs her pathetic excuse of a husband when she has you? With that low drawl in your ear that's like a lullaby, but you know she's more of a devil than a comforting presence. It's almost enough to make you forget the fact that she's technically untouchable—her wedding ring a glaring reminder of the fact she's not yours. And yet you're hers. Her fresh young talent to carve into something beautiful.

SHARING IS CARING

stanford tashi x patrick x art x user

Patrick has always been convinced that he's the leader amongst you all. But, deep down, you all know you're eating out of the palm of Tashi's perfectly manicured hand. Her little white boys and you, her best friend. When she suggests to bring back your old tradition of sharing partners, how are you supposed to say no to that?

CARD DECLINED

2019!patrick x tinder date!user

Patrick Zweig is broke. Like living out of his car and using Tinder to couch (bed) surf kind of broke. The fact most of his pictures were his bulge should have rang alarm bells, but hey, you're on the app for the same thing. But he's in need of a warm meal, so he hits you with the gentleman card. Let me take you out for drinks first. Except his card conveniently declines, and instead of getting dicked down, you're left to pay the bill... great. That's what you get for using dating apps.

THE OTHER WOMAN

2019!tashi x sugar baby!reader (wlw)

Tashi must be getting really fond of you, because she's been indulging in purchases a lot more recently. It's not like you needed that $200 perfume, or the Valentino bag that sits in your closet, or the Hermes belt that you're too shy to wear. But she wanted you to have them. There was a rush there, a thrill of power. A reminder that she could have you with a single crook of her finger. And you always oblige, so sweet and eager to please, because at the end of the day... you're hers.

WEST SIDE STORY

LANDLINE

riff x uptown girl!user (m4f)

Riff ain't exactly been the best influence on you, getting you to sneak out and meet him in back alleys to sneak a couple cigarettes or share a few swigs of alcohol. Ain't ever taken you farther than that, though. Defiling you is tempting, but so is talking down the phone for hours into the night. He can just picture you giggling, twirling your phonecord around your finger and kicking your legs as you talk. Maybe you're sitting on a chair, or maybe in your bed. Hell, either way he knows you're in something cute and lacy to wear to bed, and he's definitely a fan of that. His pretty lil’ girly girl.

PRETTY LIL' SHARK

riff x anita’s sister!user (m4f)

You’re such a feisty lil’ spitfire that Riff can’t help but be drawn to you. If his boys knew he spent so much time thinking about the way you called him a gringo and spat your gum at him the other day, he’d never hear the end of it. Bernardo’s fuckin’ girlfriend’s sister, no less. But boy are you entertaining, ‘n’ it’s worth the risk just to ambush you on your weekly trip to Doc’s.

BONES AND ALL

APEX PREDATOR

lee x eater friend!user

Sometimes, Lee thinks God must have sent you to him. Not that he’s said a prayer in the last few years before you came into the picture. Sent him an angel, because He knew he was too much of a sinner. A deadly angel, though, given the fact you’ve just fed from an unlucky motel employee. No hint of cologne or perfume in the air as he consoles you and wipes the blood from your chin, just the natural, earthy scent of your shared sin. Perhaps demon is a more apt comparison.

CALL ME BY YOUR NAME

LOATHING

elio x family friend!user

Elio isn't sure of the reason for his own irritability. Whether it's your presence or the heat or the fact that everything with Oliver feels like it's spinning out of control. He just knows that he's in a bad mood, and you happen to be there. So, unfortunately for you, picking fruit with a sullen boy is your fate for the afternoon. If he has to deal with your bright smile and cheerful attitude for too long, though, he might just go insane.

LA PISCINA

elio x childhood friend!user

Being Elio Perlman’s dedicated bosom friend is not for the weak, for several reasons. One, he’s an annoying little shit. Two, he’s the world’s biggest hypocrite. Three, he’s in love with an American man six years his senior. Age gap aside, your ire regarding that particular problem stems from the fact that maybe you’re in love with your best friend. Oh, how you wish the summer would just end and things could go back to just being you and Elio. No stupid fucking Oliver.

DUNE

FOREIGN BOY

arrakis!paul x fremen teacher!user

You’re quite the thorn in Paul’s side. A decent teacher in theory, but so full of criticism that sometimes he just wants to smack you up the back of the head. A particularly repetitive session has both of you in a mood today; him wanting to prove himself to you, you wanting him to fail. But, by all the blessings of Shai-Hulud, sandwalking would not be the hill this Offworlder dies on.

PIPE DREAMS

caladan!paul x childhood friend!user

You'd always felt comfortable being yourself around Paul, even if he is to become the next Duke. It's always been like that, a sort of unspoken rule. For you, he was never Paul Atriedes, the son of The Duke. He was just Paul, your favourite person, the boy who was always better than you at sparring, but would never hold it against you. Your best friend, despite the expectations and responsibilities that always seemed to sit heavy on his shoulders. He can forget about that when he’s with you.

[fawndollie]

matrix themed blinkies

last 2 by @irldenji !!! the rest are found on glitter-graphics

[septumsaber]

Hmmmmmmm.....................what If..............

[gingernut1314]

Five O'Clock Somewhere ch. 6

Summary: In which you give Toji a haircut.

Content: female reader, pre-star plasma vessel, reader is the cousin of Mamaugro, reader is Tsumiki's mom, Tsumiki and Magumi are cousins, gendered terms, grief/mourning, definition of a toxic relationship, flirty Toji

Word Count: 2.6K

Tag list: @needsleep3000 @onebatch--twobatch

A/N: ....hey.....hi.....sorry it's been so long omg 😅 Been fandom hopping like crazy buuttt here is the next chapter! I hope you all enjoy and sending much love 🫶

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“You tryin’ to waterboard me?” Toji’s voice sounded more rumbling thanks to his head being in the kitchen sink, water washing over his hair. Your fingers worked through his shaggy hair, scrubbing foaming soap out of his dark locks. 

You had made another trip to the grocery store that morning, Tsumiki and Megumi by your side, to get the beer Toji had requested in exchange for a haircut. You got him the cheapest beer you could find, as well as some things to make breakfast, and made it back to the townhome before Toji had even stirred. 

You let him wake up to the smell of eggs and the rich smell of miso soup. Let him wander into the kitchen where you were cooking, Tsumiki latched to your leg and Megumi strapped to your chest. You even let him take a slice of rolled egg, hardly even telling him to stop.

And when he had leaned against the counter, chewing your food and giving a pleased sound at the taste, you gave him another one.

Why did you allow all this? Well…

You didn’t know.

You did know part of the reason was because your stomach had given a sharp flip when he praised your cooking. Knew it was part of the reason why you had allowed him to linger in the kitchen and steal food before it had been plated…

But the other reason?

Maybe it was because Toji was getting a job. Maybe it was because he was showing you he could step up and do something good. 

You thought back to your conversation with him yesterday. He tested your patience but he had agreed. 

Maybe part of the reason was because he was just hurting and that's why he acted the way he did. Maybe you believed he could be this good man your cousin told you he was and all he needed was a little compassion and kindness. 

Maybe part of the reason was because, despite your better judgment, you believed you could do that for him and in believing that, developed an annoying soft spot for him. 

All of it really just pissed you off. 

You and men didn’t mix well. It’s why you never tried to find Tsumiki’s father and why you fought through the financial struggles of raising her on your own. 

But despite your inability to mix, here you were all but spoon-feeding and coddling this man. 

It pissed you off so much that you gave Toji’s head a little shove, further pushing him into the stream of water. 

“I wouldn’t have to if you just shut up.” You huffed, scrubbing a bit rougher. 

“Damn--Damn, fuck okay!” He grit at you. “Gonna scrub me bald.” 

“Good thing you’d look horrible bald.” Toji turned his head so that you could catch a glimpse at his mischievous green eyes and matching smirk.

“So what I’m hearing is you think I look hot?” You leveled him with a daggered glare, grabbing hold of his head and all but forcing it back under the water. He gave a grunt that shook through your arms. 

“I think you look like a slob who needs to learn when to shut the fuck up.” Toji only chuckled in that darkly rich way of his. 

“I really bring that inner sailor out of you, huh?”

“I’m really going to waterboard you if you don’t stop talking.” Toji pulled one of his hands from where it was clutching the edge of the sink in a show of surrender. 

You both fell silent, the only noise filling air being flowing water and the tv you had put on for Tsumiki as she ate her lunch. 

Your fingernails scraped lightly at his scalp, moving downward as you washed away soap. When you wiped away suds from the back of his neck, the final bit of the wash, you heard it--a sharp inhale of breath. 

It was quiet, hardly even audible over the sounds filling the townhome, but you heard it. 

This was the third time he’d made that little noise. A noise that made sparks shoot up your spine--that made your skin burn. 

You pulled away instantly.

Toji lifted his head slowly, lidded eyes tracking your hands as you switched the water off and grabbed the towel from beside the sink. 

“Wrap this around your shoulders. Don’t dry off.” You tossed the towel his way, Toji catching it with ease as you walked off into the living room. 

Tsumiki instantly perked up at your appearance, hopping off the couch to help you set up the towels you were going to have Toji sit on. Megumi gave a garble of noise from where he was on his playmat, face still grumpy as ever as he watched you two work. 

“Kiki, grab me the comb and scissors?” You asked once your setup was complete. Your daughter rushed to grab the items from off the coffee table, carefully going back around Megumi who tracked her every movement, before handing them to you. “Good job.” She beamed but her happiness fell away when her eyes caught sight of something behind you. 

Fear.

It was a fear so sharp and clear that shined in your daughter's eyes anytime they landed on him. A fear that only ever made your blood run cold and your heart race. 

You smiled warmly at her, giving her cheeks a small squeeze before you stood and turned to face Toji. You heard Tsumiki hurry back towards Megumi, Toji’s sharp green eyes on you--watching you in that way that made you feel more like prey then any sort of equal. A gaze that had you temporarily forgetting the task you had set on completing.  

“Sit.” You gestured towards the towels on the ground. He gave a great huff of air as he all but flopped himself down, the muscles in his arms flexing he used them to prop himself up. 

“Just remember you think I’m hot with my hair--don’t go chopping too much off, yeah?” Irritation nagged at your nerves as you settled down on your knees behind him. 

“And I seemed to remember saying I think you look like a slob.” Toji huffed in amusement. “Sit up straight.” You pressed the tips of your fingers into his spine to give him physical instruction as well. 

You felt those muscles work against your fingertips as he reluctantly leaned forward, though still not as straight as you had wished. 

The feeling made your skin spark. Made you feel like the heater had been switched on without your knowing. 

You pulled your fingers from his back to clutch at the comb in your hands tightly. 

Shit. 

Shit.

This was a bad idea you thought as your eyes glanced back towards Tsumiki. She was crouched next to Megumi, her hand petting over his back as if to comfort the grumpy-looking baby. 

She looked ready to run at any given sign of danger. Looked like how you should look. You should be thinking of running not on whether or not this man’s hair is too long…

But you found yourself rising to stand on your knees so that you could be level with his head as you began to run the comb through his damp hair. 

“I won’t cut too much off.” You spoke, letting your fingers run through his silky hair after the comb. “How about…just to here?” You questioned, finger tapping just below the rounded top of his ear.

“Whatever,” Toji said on a shrug. 

Air huffed from your nose at his lack of care, but you set about trimming and cutting his long hair. Hair that brought you way too close to the man, your belly grazing over the hard muscles of his back as you reached higher than you thought you would have to. It was a touch that sent your skin flaring--your stomach flipping and flopping like a fish out of water. 

Too damn tall. 

Too damn built. 

What’d this guy snort protein powder for fun? 

….You actually wouldn’t put it past him. 

Green eyes found you as you circled around Toji’s form. Eyes that seemed to be seeing too much as you brushed the comb through his hair, trimming the hair through its teeth. 

You kept your eyes glued to your work. Kept them from finding his again as your fingers grazed over warm skin. Kept them glued there…and yet green eyes filled your vision again. Eyes that hadn’t seemed to stop watching you as you worked. 

And you really didn’t need to speak. 

You didn’t owe this man any more air than you had already wasted on him, but your tongue and lips were working before you could really get a hold of them. 

“I have an interview tomorrow.” You almost bit your tongue once the words were falling from it. 

“Want a pat on the back?” And you couldn’t help but think over just how stupid he made you feel. 

“I’m not the one who needs a reward every time I accomplish something.” You let your voice be as sharp as you wished it to be. A sharpness that only seemed to assume Toji further. “I think you’re confusing me for you.” Toji’s smirk pulled at that scar splitting the corner of his lips. Movement you couldn’t stop your eyes from taking note of. 

“You’re right.” Toji mused, “My rewards would be much better.” His voice dipped into that darkly rich thing that made you wish to invest in a fan to keep the damn heat away. 

Green eyes grew dark as they took you in. Took in the features of your face…dipped lower. 

Your heart raced painfully. 

Nerves shot off sparks through your body in something like panicked warning. Warnings that blared louder as he leaned just that much closer. You were already too close to him so you could cut his hair effectively, but with that small lean--the slight straightening of his spine--he was dangerously close. 

You yanked at a strand of his hair, making the corner of his eyes wince. 

“Damn--you're really gonna turn me bald. Fuck.” He huffed, swatting your hands away before rubbing at his scalp. 

You gave a deadpanned, “Oops.” and a shrug that Toji gave a small shake of his head at. 

“Ya that mad I didn’t ask about where your interview is for?” He teased as you brushed a few strands of clipped hair off your jeans. 

“How can I be mad when that’s exactly what I expected from you.” You shrugged, “Move your hands.” It was your turn to swat his hands away so that you could continue. He did and you snipped away at a few shaggy bits of hair before he spoke. 

“Where?” Toji gruffed as you shuffled a bit around him. 

“I don’t need you to preten--” A thick finger hooked itself through one of your belt loops and gave it a firm tug. You hips jolted in answer to the action, eyes snapping down quickly to find his still too dark, too hooded eyes. 

Bad idea. Your mind reminded you on a sharp tongue. 

“Where?” Toji asked again, more commanding this time. 

Interest…the slightest interest. It reminded you bitterly of your uncle, who had been more father to you then your true father. He too had shown interest. Showed just enough interest that it would keep you eating out of the palm of his hand and you knew this. Could spot it from a mile away now. It’s why you kept your distance from men. Didn’t trust them or their honey-dripped words but--

“A law firm. To be a receptionist.” You found yourself speaking. Toji’s green eyes shone in utter mirth.

“Ah,” He tugged at your jeans again. Made your hips move again and your heart pounded so loud it was the only thing you could hear. “A fancy pants lawyer huh?” 

“Receptionist.” You repeated, grabbing for his wrist despite yourself. Felt the steel like warmth beneath your skin and almost let it take you over. 

You pulled closer despite yourself. Despite feeling like, in doing so, you were betraying your shaky resolve when it came to him. “Let go.” You strictly instructed.

That shine in his eyes only turned flaming, making that damned smirk of his appear all over again. He didn’t let go, as if he was testing your boundaries. As if trying to get you riled up. 

“Ya know I’m gonna need a reward if you want to boss me around like that, warden.” Your lips frowned deeply at the nickname. 

“The reward is I don’t stab your damn eyes out with these scissors.” Toji gave a sharp laugh. One that shook through your bones and made the hairs on your arms stand on end in that primal need to run. 

“That would be somethin’. If you of all people finally got the drop on me.” He let you go then, using that finger to scratch at an itch on his nose.

The drop on him? 

Finally?

You were once again reminded you knew nothing about what this guy did for work. Once again found the nagging voices of your mother and grandmother and aunts ringing through your head. 

Dangerous. 

You did your best to shake it off, that weariness. That feeling of being prey and continued to snip away at his hair. 

“I hope you don’t expect me to watch the bottom feeders.” Toji’s voice rumbled out again, surprising you. You had half expected to cut the rest of his hair in silence.

“You mean the children?” You huffed. 

“Oh…yeah. Them.” He scratched at his skin dumbly. It made irritation flare in your chest so bright it over power all those dangerous warning signs.

“And you think I would trust you to watch them?” Toji chuckled at that. 

“Nah. I don’t.” 

“Good.” You quickly snapped, yet it did nothing to wipe that smirk from his lips. “There is a girl across the street I talked to on my way to the store.” 

“You mean the daughter of that nagging bitch?” Toji all but cut you off. “Yeah I know her.” You rolled your eyes at his words. 

“I don’t know her mother, but the girl is sweet and has experience in daycare. Worked with kids as young as six weeks old. I asked if she was interested in helping me out from time to time.” You gave the scissors an overly sharp snap. “She’ll look after them and you’ll be out of the house when she does.” 

“No need to get your panties in a twist.” He smirked, “Got assigned a job. I’ll head out tomorrow.” 

Assigned? 

You said you didn’t care where he worked. You didn’t care…but you couldn’t help but be curious. To be cautious of whatever job he got. To be cautious of him. 

“Perfect.” You cut a few more bits of hair and pulled the towel from his shoulders before placing your hands in your lap. “All done.” You watched Toji run his fingers through your work, feeling through the refreshed strands and length as he ruffled it up. 

“Finally.” Is all he said before standing. Again you watched him. Watched the muscles in his arms work as he moved. Watched as he gave his hair another good ruffle as his eyes glanced towards whatever cartoon was showing on the screen. “Can I have my reward now?” 

Your mind went utterly blank as sharp eyes found you again. 

“My rewards would be much better.” Was all your mind would replay. The way his voice had been so rich. Dark. How his eyes had mimicked that sound. 

“You want a beer? Now? It’s only one o’clock.” Toji flashed you that cocky smile of his. 

“It’s five o’clock somewhere.” You sighed deeply before pulling yourself to your feet. 

“I don’t know why you’re even asking me. You’re going to do it anyway.” He gave a near wicked laugh, eyes tracking you as you bent and brushed his hair from your clothes. 

“You’re right.”

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Haven't uploaded in a lil bit- Have a funny doodles I had for my fake fnf mod characters.

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🎧 YUKO — Cyber Ride (cut part 2)

The ride continues. She doesn't just drive — she owns the rhythm of the city.

Neon reflections blur behind her, but her gaze stays steady, alive. You’re not watching a scene. You’re inside a cybernetic dream. One beat, one moment, one goddess. Still gliding.

“Electric whispers under blinking light we're dancing shadows lost in the night a heartbeat rhythm synchronizing time our future's colliding through every line”

🎧 Future rave. Industrial bass. 📽️ Synth-fueled motion in cinematic rhythm.

[ivysangel]

FRATBOYVERSE: MUNCH RANKINGS - ft. jason todd, dick grayson, wally west, and roy harper - 18+ MDNI

NOTE - have not abandoned ship guys i promise 😣 thank u for 2k! not proofread

coming in at #4 - ROY HARPER

do not mistake him being placed at four as him being bad at eating pussy. he knows how to lick that cat right. it's just not his preferred method of making you cum

he prefers receiving head over giving head. he can't help it!! however, if you really insist that he go down on you, like really really emphasize that it's only fair that he give you a little something after you gave him a little something...he will do it. reluctantly.

he comes up for air complaining that his jaw hurts but he'll still go back down because he'll be remiss if a woman leaves his room unsatisfied.

likes when you get bossy and tell him to shut the fuck up and just eat.

gets a boner and then ends up bargaining with you to stay a little longer so he can fuck you right

would definitely pull the blue balls card and tell you that you're evil for leaving him hanging

coming in at #3 - JASON TODD

a munch after my own heart. only ranked at #3 just because the other two are better

very nonchalant about eating the cat in the sense that he's not going to show you how badly he wants it, but just know he wants it BAD

prefers having his face sat on (actually probably the leader of the face sitting enthusiasts fan club), but he's not gonna turn his nose up kneeling down to eat you out or like eating it from the back ykwim?

big fan of the mouth + fingers combo. he knows he's got big hands and thick fingers so he likes to utilize them in addition to his tongue to really put you over the edge

does lowkey want a blowjob in return. won't outright say it, but will look at you, then look at his dick, then look at you again

coming it at #2 - DICK GRAYSON

ranked at #2 for his experience ALONE.

like we know by now that he gets around so if there's anyone that's gonna give you a guaranteed orgasm it's dick

downside (hardly) is that once he's on you, good luck getting him off

sadistic little fuck so he's gonna overstimulate you just because he can. enjoys making you squirm because it boosts his ego knowing he's got you writhing from his mouth alone

lowkey prefers eating it from the back because that means easy access to your ass either for eating or anal, but doesn't get to do it much because not enough girls on campus are freaked out like that 💔

bonus: will eat his cum out of you bc he's a #real eater

coming it at #1 - WALLY WEST

ranked #1 because not only his he good, but because he does this for the love of the game

eating you out turns him the fuck on. like rutting against the bed while he's going down on you because he's getting off on you getting off

won't ask for anything in return except maybe letting him eat you again at a later date...or even tonight...like...if you're down...totes no pressure tho

takes pride in surprising you with how fast he can make you come since he looks very unsuspecting. it's the fastest orgasm you'll ever have and by far one of the best too

will ruin oral for you. you will never find another pussy eater as good as him. unfortunately for you, he can't be locked down. there's just too much pussy out there for him to eat and he wants to try it all 😕

stroke game does...not...match his oral game...unfortunately

k! bye bye again for nowwww! - ro <3

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Playing House ch. 7

Summary: Toji has been away for three days, and on the fourth he comes back

Content: female reader, pre-star plasma vessel, reader is the cousin of Mamaugro, reader is Tsumiki's mom, Tsumiki and Magumi are cousins, gendered terms, grief/mourning, definition of a toxic relationship, flirty Toji, Toji interacting with Tsumiki

Word Count: 3.3K

Tag list: @needsleep3000 @onebatch--twobatch @heeknow

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Three days.

Toji had been gone for three days. 

Three whole days you spent wondering if he had just used this mysterious job of his as an excuse to run away. 

You had been surprised, with the way he’d hardly seemed to care for his son, that he had stayed for as long as he had. Surprised he’d allowed you to boss him around and demand things of him…but you supposed it was only to keep you from seeing the plans he was making to leave. 

The only thing that kept the smallest bit of faith lit in your mind that he would come back was the fact he had left his number on the fridge. You weren’t so sure people who made it a habit to run away left numbers…your cousin sure as hell hadn’t left any new number when she’d left and you didn’t blame her for it.

But Toji? 

You stared at that number for hours on morning number one of Toji being away. Had reluctantly plugged it into your contacts and tried to shove it out of your mind. To shove his being gone out of your mind, of which you failed miserably.

You used this time to complete your task of cleaning the rest of the townhome. You cleaned the bathrooms, the living room. You sweeped, mopped, and vacuumed the floors. You wanted to tackle that room full of boxes but…you found yourself not able to even open the door, knowing the boxes were full of things that might only hurt you. 

So you went downstairs and washed the pile clothes Toji’d left in one of the armchairs. While they had dried on the clothesline outside, you braved going into the master bedroom. 

Tsumiki was hot on your heels and so you enlisted her in helping you move one of the side tables from in this room all the way downstairs. She mainly helped keep the drawers shut while you did all the heavy lifting, but you two managed to get it downstairs and set up in the living room. 

It didn’t match any of the future down here, but if Toji was insistent on using it as his bedroom, his clothes needed to go somewhere that was not in a pile. You even found a basket in one of the clothes you put his blankets and pillow in.

And on the dawn of the fourth day, Toji was still gone and you started to stare long and hard at the number in your phone. 

Would he even answer if you texted him? Called him? 

You were sure contact was on an emergency based need but…the townhome was so clean now. You found yourself wanting to rub it into Toji's face. You made breakfast and you found yourself waiting to snap at him for trying to grab a bite. 

What the hell was wrong with you? You’re mind hissed and you found yourself agreeing, shoving your phone into your back pocket and going about collecting your children to head for the store again. 

You needed a stroller and car seat for Megumi, things you couldn’t for the life of you find within the townhome and knew in your gut probably had been tossed or left to rust somewhere by Toji. 

The trip didn’t take too long, and soon Megumi was chilling in the cheapest stroller money could buy, car seat set up in your car, and Tsumiki nibbling on a cup of jagariko as you walked back home. The weather was nice enough, despite the coming winter, so you didn’t make a rush to get back to that stuffy townhome. 

You had just snagged a potato stick from Tsumiki’s cup, your daughter happy to share, when you caught sight of the girl from across the street. She was walking with a woman you assumed just off first glance, was her mother. 

“You mean the daughter of that nagging bitch?” Toji’s words rang through your head. 

She looked nice enough…Toji just disliked other people.

“Hi, Ms. Fushiguro!” The girl, Emi, waved your way. You waved and greeted her back, hoping that would be the end of the interaction, but to your disappointment her mother started crossing the street over to you. Emi gave a tight smile at this too, but followed. 

The woman introduced herself as Emi’s mother, before turning her eyes onto Megumi and Tsumiki. “Such beautiful children.” She praised, giving Tsumiki a small wave she shied at. 

“Thank you.” You smiled as best you could, Tsumiki glancing at the woman, then to Emi before rushing off around the stroller to hold Megumi’s chubby little hand. “She’s a bit shy.” You explained.

“I understand. Emi was just as shy.” Emi seemed a bit annoyed at this but gave a pleasant little chuckle. “What a shame it was, what happened to the little one's mother.” Your heart froze at the mention of your cousin. 

“Uh--yeah.” You swallowed. “I hav--”

“And you must be her sister then? You look so much like her--well…your complexion is a bit different…nose too.” She continued, giving you no time to speak or even think of an excuse to leave. 

“She’s my--was my cousin.” The correction only made that hurt swell in your chest like some fucked up ballon. She gave a slow nod as if that cleared up her nitpicking of your features. 

“So kind of you then, to come here for the little one.” Her eyes found yours again. Kindness looked oh so fake in them. “She got so sick so quick, your cousin. I tried my best to help, oh but that brute wouldn’t let anyone see her towards the end. Kept her locked in that house. No visitors. No doctors.” She gave a pathetically fake saddened shake of her head. 

You didn’t even know how to begin to process what she was saying to you. Why she would be saying this to you. 

How much of it was real? How much of the truth was twisted? How much was really real?

“That man is bad news, dear. No sense of respect. Your cousin was so kind. Always said hello and spoke with me. Not a good match, if I may say so. She had so much potential.” Emi gave a warning to her mother but already you felt the tips of your fingers grown ice cold. Felt your stomach fall and jolt like you might throw up. 

Because suddenly you were back in that kitchen in your former home, surrounded by your mother and aunts and grandmothers and other family that had no right to talk to you about your beloved cousin. 

“She was a slut. It’s no surprise she ran off with him. Throwing her life away like that, what a shame.” 

Speak no evil.

Don’t challenge their truths. Don’t defend her. Don’t speak and you would save yourself the verbal lashing. 

Tsumiki must have come to your aid because she was tugging at your hand as if to pull you away but--you wanted to run away. You wanted to defend your cousin but--but you couldn’t speak. Couldn’t unclench your jaw. 

“If you need help, dear, just--”

“Help with what?” A smoothly deep voice gruffed in your ear. 

Toji. That was Toji’s unbothered voice. 

He was back and yet you couldn’t even turn to look at his face. 

Speak no evil. 

Speak no evil.

Speak no evil. 

“Oh…Toji. I was just telling her how I noticed you had left her all on her lonesome. Was just offering up my help with those sweet babies if she needed it.” Emi’s mother said in an almost-hidden sneer towards Toji. 

“Slut. Whore.” 

“He’s in a gang. She must have joined too.” 

“Monster. Beast of a man.” 

Don’t speak a word. Keep quiet. Maybe they’ll stop. 

“Nah. You’re kids been helpin’ out.” Toji said. Tsumiki yanked at you arm again, trying to get you to move but--cruel, burning eyes bore holes into your skull and you couldn't stop them. 

“Yes…I’m just surprised you're back, is all. Did any of the animals you bet on win this time?” Toji gave a huff in amusement.

“Haven't been in a minute. I’ll be sure to have your husband tell ya…hell maybe that old bastard and I’ll go in on a bet together.” Emi’s mother’s thin lips pressed even thinner. 

“Horrible.” Was all she said before storming off. Emi gave you a quick apology before rushing off too. 

“Told ya she was a nagging bitch.” Toji gruffed. You saw him come into view then as he started for the townhome just down the street and yet--

You were still stuck. 

Still stuck there, in that kitchen. 

Stuck feeling utterly powerless.

Tsumiki called for you, but when you didn’t respond, she knew something was wrong. She remembered when you weren’t feeling good like this before. Remembered she had to go find help because nothing Tsumiki had done had done anything. 

Tsumiki gave a small whimper as her eyes looked toward Megumi’s dad, hands in pockets and walking off. 

He was not nice. He said mean things to you and had tried to hurt you…but he was the only one Tsumiki knew and the new babysitter was too far away. 

So, just how she had to be brave when it came to comforting Megumi, she had to be brave and help her mom now. 

She let go of your hand and rushed off toward Megumi’s dad. She grabbed at his arm and pulled as hard as she could to get him to stop.

When he looked down at Tsumiki, she felt goosebumps prick over her arms. 

He looked scary. Like some monster. Like a bad guy…but you needed him.

“Shit kid--what the hell is up with you?” He asked, pulling his hand from his pocket to yank Tsumiki off of him. But Tsumiki was determined. She jumped as high as she could and grabbed for his hand.

“Mama she--” His eyes narrowed in confusion, but he didn’t pull away from her again. “Mama’s not feeling good.” He looked away from Tsumiki to look at you. To find you hadn’t moved a muscle. Saw you looked ashen and too tense. 

Megumi’s dad pulled from her hold again but he walked back towards you, instantly making Tsumiki feel okay. She was quick to follow after.

Toji said your name. 

You hadn’t even realized he knew what your name was, but here he was using it. 

“First your damn kid and now you, huh? Somethin’ happen while I was gone?” Toji asked, coming to a stop before you. He watched you as you fought to say something back, only a choked noise bubbling in your throat. “That old hag really got under your skin. Shit.” He sighed, giving his head a scratch as he assessed the situation. “I’ll push this, you just walk.” He moved around you as he spoke.

Rough hands peeled your own hands from the stroller handle. You watched through tunneled vision as one hand grabbed to push the stroller and the other grabbed for your upper arm, pulling you along. 

“So you’re not gonna welcome me back?” Toji asked as Tsumiki jogged a bit ahead, brown eyes watching you in sharp worry and fear. 

“Y-you--” You had to all but wrestle with your tongue and lips and teeth to answer. “Really a-are a dog.” Toji gave a sharp laugh at your words. 

“Shit. You’re frozen as hell and you’re still up my ass.” You felt your body slowly release its hold on you. Slowly feel your vision widen and shallow breath even out. 

“If I don’t, who will?” You said in a rush of breath. 

“I'd finally get some peace and quiet if you didn’t.” You became painfully aware of his hand on your arm. Of the warmth it radiated through your skin--of the calluses and scars that roughened it.

You didn’t push him away, as you might normally do. Not when you were still coming down from the horrors your mind conjured up and resurrected. When, despite your better sense, him being back around you had your body easing. 

Not when his guiding hand felt too good. Made you all but forget about the flash freeze that had taken hold of you.

You all came to the townhome and he let go of you then, but you were finally feeling okay again so you didn’t mind. You went about grabbing Megumi from his stroller and tried to manhandle the strolling down, but Toji cut in when you nearly toppled over it. He made quick work of folding it down and even went as far as to carry it inside. 

The change was--startling. The help without a fight. 

You…enjoyed it. Enjoyed it even when you knew it wasn’t something to get used to. 

Tsumiki grabbed your hand and you two went into the house together. 

“You get rid of my things?” Was what Toji greeted you with as you closed the door behind you. He stood in the small entrance way, looking over the picked-up living room. 

“No, but it was an eyesore. It’s all in there. Everything’s clean.” Green eyes found yours, distrust high in them.

“What’s the catch?” Toji asked as you moved past him. 

“What, I couldn’t just do it out of the goodness of my heart?” You made your way into the living room to grab Megumi's play mat. You laid it out and placed him stomach down. Megumi gave a huff. You knew he wasn’t the type to particularly like tummy time, but he needed it. 

Toji gave a huffed laugh, “Hell no. You want something.” You settled yourself down on the ground before Megumi, legs criss-crossing before you reached for his downstairs toys you kept in a basket under the coffee table. 

“I have no problem playing house if you keep working.” You shrugged, picking a collection of connected multi-colored rings from the basket to dangle Megumi’s way. He huffed again, cubby hand reaching for the rings but just missing. 

“Playin’ house.” Toji repeated. You heard him begin walking around, come to a stop, and then the airy swoosh of the fridge door opening. Glass rattled and you knew he was grabbing for one of the beers you had bought for him while he had been away. “That what we’re doin’ here?”

“I guess it is.” You said. Megumi reached for the colored rings again and captured one between his fingers, non-existent brows furrowing in concentration as he tugged at them.

“Juice?” You heard Tsumiki ask timidly. You looked around to find her standing just before the line where carpeted floor turned into the tile of the kitchen. She wasn’t looking your way, but Toji’s. 

It--surprised you. Had you holding your breath to see what would happen. Tsumiki had been so scared of him this whole time…so quick to rush and hide away from him so…what had changed?

Toji gave her an annoyed look, brows furrowed and one raised. “You askin’ me for juice?” He gruffed, fridge door still open.

“Please?” You saw her put on her biggest puppy dog eyes. A look that almost always broke down your defenses and had you giving into whatever she was asking for. 

Toji stared right back as if the two were having their own battle of wills.

“God--where the hell is it then?” Tsumiki was quick to skip into the kitchen, disappearing from view behind the counter. Toji leaning down, reaching into the fridge for one of the juice boxes at its back. 

“Here--what? You can’t open it yourself--geez. Shit--give it here.” Toji stood to his full height and you found the green juice box in his hand, thick fingers making quick work of getting the plastic straw out of its wrapper and stabbing it through the foil-covered hole at its top.

You really couldn’t get used to this. Shouldn’t even let his actions today make you feel--at ease. Shouldn’t let them trick your mind into seeing what your cousin saw in him but…he was making it very hard today. 

He seemed…better. Like going back to work had helped lighten him a bit. Like getting out of the house, doing something other than drowning his sorrows away, had been greatly needed. 

Your daughter came bounding over, juice box in hand and a pleased little look on her face. She patted your shoulder in passing before crouching next to Megumi, whose head wobbled a bit as he turned to look at her drinking her juice. 

“When’d you get wine?” Toji asked, still having not left the kitchen. Green eyes found yours again and you felt your stomach give a flopping jolt. 

“While you were gone.”

“Yours?” 

“Yes, so don't even think about drinking it.” Toji held his free hand up in surrender. 

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it.” His eyes scanned over your features slowly. Too slowly. So slowly you began to feel too hot. “Want a glass?”

Drink with him?

That felt…too comfortable. Like having a drink with him was the equivalent to giving in to--to whatever the hell was going on. 

“No.” Toji raised a brow.

“Thought we’re playin’ house. The mommy and daddy drink together.” Humor laced his every word.

“Well the mommy still has to make dinner.” That wolfish grin pulled over his lips as you spoke. Like he really enjoyed you playing along. 

Not that you could disagree. You’d come to miss the fighting--the teasing and back and forth as psychotic as you felt feeling like that. 

You were letting him win you over and you didn’t know how to stop. 

“And wash the babies, put them to bed, and get ready for my first day of work tomorrow.” You finished, turning away from Toji then, finding you couldn’t look at him for any longer then you had. 

“Party pooper.” You gave a small shake of your head as the fridge door shut. You heard the pop of he opened his beer and then his footsteps coming into the living room. 

Something fell into your lap, making you jump slightly and Tsumiki squeeze her juice box a little too tight, liquid falling to the floor. 

It was a white envelope. Thick. Like a brick. 

“What is this?” You questioned, grabbing up the heavy envelope. You eyed Toji up as he moved around the babies before flopping down on the couch with a great grunt. 

“Take a look.” You hesitated, mind racing a mile a minute as you thought over endless possibilities as to what it was. 

Green filled your vision. 

Green upon green upon green. 

Money. And lots of it. 

“You said my role as daddy was to pay the rent. That should cover about three months.” Your eyes found his wolfish ones as he took a long swig of his beer. Eyes that tracked the bob of his Adam’s apple as he drank deeply--as some spilled over his lips and down his sharp jaw.

The sight made you all fidgety.  

“Are you in a gang?” You asked bluntly. Toji gave a barking laugh, wiping his face with the back of his hand. 

“Gang? That’s the best you could come up with?” You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“This money, it’s--drugs then?” Toji shook his head as he reached for the remote on the coffee table. 

“Nope.” He clicked the tv on. “I thought you didn’t care where I worked as long as the bills were paid.” 

Emerald green eyes found yours again. Dark, dangerous eyes that had your heart freezing. Had a shiver run sharply down your spine and spread through your thighs.

“I don’t.” 

“Then take the money,” He got comfy on the couch, finger lazily clicking through the channels. “And don’t ask questions.”

Speak no evil. 

Don’t question it. Save yourself the trouble. The hurt.

Speak no evil…

“Put on channel 200. I want to watch my show.” You found yourself saying. Toji gruffed at this request, but still did as you asked.

“It better not be some love-sick shit.”

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