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Monochrome || Toji Fushiguro

A/n: This is an entry for @nagumoan 's 'Dance With the Dead' collaboration. Please enjoy and make sure to check out the other amazing entries too. The divider was made by @saradika.

Warning(s): horror, ghost/poltergeist Toji, gender-neutral reader, rough sex, pet (dog or cat), modern-day au, dry humping, blackouts, implied/referenced death, orgasm denial, ghost hunters, haunted erotica. Words: 4,923.

Tag list: @ofsharkdreamsandspacejellyfish

No Minors Allowed!!

An eerie silence permeates the late autumn air, bringing about a sense of uneasiness that sets you on high alert. Your curious eyes dart from one end of the street to the next, waiting for someone - or something - to walk down the sidewalk toward you. But no one comes.

You do not blame them, no one would dare to proceed along this street on Halloween, where tragedy and death are in abundance, so much so the air is thick with the phantom scent of rot.

It is a terrible idea for you to be out here because even at a safe distance, the infamous 'House of Horror' feels like it is breathing down your neck. It might as well be; the rumors stemmed from the abandoned vernacular house. You can not attest to them, having never witnessed the cursed spirits that are supposed to be trapped within its walls, so here you are, waiting on your friends for a fun night of ghost hunting to kick off the spooky season.

They're late, you point out.

And what's worse, there is no cellphone service where you are.

An air of sheer paranoia cloaks you like a heavy blanket the longer you wait. You know there is nothing to be scared of - fear is only in the mind - but you can not shake the eerie sensation that someone is watching you from afar.

You turn toward the 'House of Horrors' and glance at the set of broken windows, but you see nothing beyond the inky blackness inside. What is causing this sensation?

The sudden flash of headlights averts your eyes toward an old car as it approaches. You forget about the house for the time being when a friend sticks their head out the window and howls like a wolf into the night. You turn up your eyes in a playful manner, checking your cell phone again.

"You're late, you know," you point out, once the car parks next to the curb in front of you.

Your friend snorts.

"Late is the new fad."

The driver, their partner sighs.

"It was Eric Jerome Dickey who coined the phrase 'Early is on time, on time is late and late is unacceptable'. You can learn from that babe."

Your friend turns up their eyes.

"See what I have to deal with."

Honestly, you don't, you are single.

Your friend and their partner leave the car and join you on the sidewalk, facing the 'House of Horrors'. An eerie silence permeates the air as the three of you stare at it.

"This is unnerving," the partner states.

You agree with a nod, but your friend snorts.

"You two are wimps. This is exactly what we came here for." They pause a moment, breaking away from the triad to rush through the front yard and onto the porch. "Move your asses."

With a sigh you join them, standing to the side as their partner tinkers with the doorknob. It is strange that the door would be locked, but you can understand why. People often break in and vandalize the house; it's the reason for the broken windows.

"Damn," the partner groans. "I can't get the door to open. We will have to try something else."

The sound of glass breaking makes you jerk in fright. You avert your attention to the window on the right of the house behind you to see your friend knocking down the broken pane.

"What are you doing, babe?" The partner asks in disbelief.

"I'm finding a way in," your friend simply retorts. They grunt, sticking one leg through the window. "Give me a second. I'll unlock the front door and let you both in."

You consider arguing with them, it's a terrible idea, but you know they won't listen. It was their idea to come here in the first place. You watch them shimmy through the window with a grunt and disappear into the darkness.

"And they say they have it rough," the partner jokes.

You snort. Your friend is indeed a bit hard to deal with.

For a moment, the two of you sit in silence as you wait, until the partner clears their throat.

"Do you know why the 'House of Horrors' is called what it is?"

"I have an idea," you utter.

The partner grins and leans in.

"It is rumored that whoever steps inside is cursed and therefore suffers."

You have never heard this rumor before.

"That's just to keep people out, right? I mean, several families have indeed died here, but it's not cursed."

"No, it's true. My aunt is a realtor and after she went into the house and gauged the damages, she got sick," the partner argues.

A feeling of dread consumes you. The idea of being cursed does not sit well with you, but perhaps this is just a ruse. Shifting uncomfortably, you glance toward the window. There is no sign of your friend.

"Where are they?"

The partner hums.

"No idea. It shouldn't have taken this long."

No kidding.

You reach for the knob giving it a shake but it's still locked. With a groan, you walk over to the window and peek in. From what you can see, it leads into a dilapidated living room. You can barely see the foggy plastic covering the furniture, but at the top of the stairs, nestled to the side, you see what appears to be a figure in the shadows. It's hard to tell whether they are facing you or not due to the shadows, but there is indeed someone there.

A bout of fear consumes you. Is it a–

No. You are quick to shut down your wild thoughts. The spooky ambiance is getting to your head.

It is your friend, no doubt, but what are they doing standing there? Before you call out to them, you hear the lock click and the door open. You lean back and notice your friend standing in the doorway with their phone out. How did they get down the stairs so quickly?

You peek your head back through the window, seeing that the figure is gone. Goosebumps rise to your arms but you rub them away, joining your friend and their partner near the door.

"What took you so long?"

"We thought a ghost got you," the partner teases.

Your friend laughs.

"I walked through the kitchen for a moment alone. You know, in case the spirits are a bit shy."

You turn up your eyes. Opting not to ask them what they were doing on the stairs, you take out your phone, preparing to record whatever you see inside the house. Your friend backs up and spreads their arms.

"Welcome to the 'House of Horrors'. Abandon hope all ye who enter here."

"Chill out Dante," the partner jokes, walking into the house.

You follow close, shivering. The temperature of the house feels several degrees lower than outside, and the scent of mold and dust is thick in the air. You don't like it at all.

"Where should we start?" The partner asks.

"There's no basement or attic in this thing, so the first floor and then the second floor," your friend answers.

You are glad they have a plan because you honestly don't care. The sooner you leave, the better.

With your camera out in front, you have to readjust the settings to see what you are recording, and while it is not perfect, it will work. You hesitantly walk around the living room, stepping over broken bottles and used condoms from the various squatters who took residence inside the house. Various pictures hang on the walls, covered in thick dust and graffiti. You look at them carefully, barely able to see a family within them.

It is unsettling, knowing that they are now dead. A strange feeling of sorrow overcomes you, but you saunter away and join your friends, who are flirting with one another.

"Squatters destroyed a lot of the belongings," you mention, awkwardly.

"I had a feeling that would be the case," your friend retorts. "Oh well. To the kitchen, we go."

You agree with a hum.

Filming what you can of the living room one last time, you turn to follow your friend but the stairs catch your attention again. Something about them feels odd, yet you are not afraid. You feel drawn to them as if an intense desire overtakes you.

"Do you both want to go–"

You pause as you notice your friend passionately making out with their partner against the counter in the kitchen. Of course. Fear turns people on, they say. You opt to give them a moment alone, ascending the stairs.

The hall is built in a straight line with 4 doors; two on the right and two on the left with a narrow wooden floor between them. You hesitantly walk toward the first door, turning the knob to reveal a small bedroom. The mass of broken toys implies that a child slept there.

You frown as you further explore, leaning down to examine a torn and dust-covered set of canine plush toys; one black and one white. How sad.

Why would someone hurt–

The heavy sound of footsteps rushing by the bedroom door turns your attention. You do not see anyone in the frame, but the footsteps continue to recede down the hall toward one of the other rooms. Standing, you peer down the hall. The door at the far end on the left is wide open and someone is rummaging around in there. You can hear them rolling something across the floor.

How strange.

Perhaps your friend and their partner wandered upstairs to continue. But why did they not say anything? You ignore the sense of unease in your stomach and walk toward the door, walking into the frame with a teasing grin on your face.

"You know, if you two just came here to fuck, then you shouldn't have–"

You pause in horror, your grin fading as you notice that there is no one in the room. Peering back into the hall, you see that you are alone. So who walked by and opened the door? Your heart pounds in your chest like an 808 as you take in the decor. This room appears to be someone's office.

A large desk with two identical oak bookcases sits behind it. But what is strange is that the chair that you heard is across the room, facing the wall beside the door.

Nope.

You turn to leave but something falls to the floor with a loud thump and shatters. Jerking in fear, you search the room, noticing a frame on the floor next to the desk. Your body begs you to leave, stricken with shivers, but you walk over and lean down to pick the frame up, ignoring the broken glass as it falls to the floor with a clank.

A photograph inside shows a clearer view of the deceased family; a well-built man with black hair and two young children. The first, a girl with brown hair, stands beside the man with a kind smile. Then the second, a boy who looks much like his father, holds two canine plush toys in his arms as he stares at the camera.

"I'm sorry," you utter.

For some odd reason, tears gather in your eyes. Whatever happened to them was unfortunate. You sit the frame down and stand, clearing your eyes. This entire trip is an honest bust, despite the strange footsteps. You want to go home.

Walking back into the hallway, a sudden chill gives you the shakes. You ignore it, but as you reach the first door, a deep voice startles you.

"Sorry, you say."

Turning with a jerk, you stare with wide eyes at nothing. The shadows are however so thick. You lift your phone, hoping to get a clearer look, but what you see horrifies you. There is a man on the screen.

Fear chokes you.

Glancing at the shadows, then at your phone, you see that the figure of the man is still there. And to make matters worse, he is staring at you as if he's waiting for you to answer. There is darkness in his eyes; a darkness that turns your stomach. But furthermore, he looks like the man in the photograph.

"Are you the f-father?"

The man grins and steps forward.

You gasp in shock and turn to run, but you only manage to bump into your friend and their partner.

The terror in your eyes does not go unnoticed.

"What's wrong?" Your friend asks in concern.

You peek over your shoulder, seeing no one. The man is gone, but regardless, you want to leave this house at once. The desire to run is intense.

"I can't be here."

Before the two can bring you to your senses, you rush past them and down the stairs. Outside, a bout of nausea hits you like a bucket of cold water in the face. You fall to your knees and vomit onto the grass, retching.

What is going on?

As the sudden sickness passes, and you are left exhausted, you clean your mouth on your sleeve and glance back toward the house in sheer terror.

I should not have come here.

This is a mistake.

"It is rumored that whoever steps inside is cursed and therefore suffers."

You do not believe in curses, but the words remain in the back of your mind for weeks. Life should have returned to normal after the exploration, but it did not. Or at least for you, it didn't.

Something weird is going on. That sensation of dread that you felt that night now follows you everywhere. It feels like a dark phantom is hovering over your shoulder, observing you as you go from your house to work and back each day. It's suffocating. You fear that you are going insane; that the shadows are coming for you.

That 'he' is coming for you.

Fear invades your body as you walk quicker down the dimly lit sidewalk toward your house. The November air feels much colder than you are used to, but it's the last thing on your mind.

The black-haired man from the photograph invades your thoughts once again. His pale face at the end of the hall still haunts you. And to make matters worse, the footage that you had taken of him is missing from your phone as if he never existed. Perhaps he didn't. Perhaps you are just paranoid.

However, his handsome grin looked so real to you.

And his voice.

"Sorry, you say."

A shiver racks your body at the thought. You pull your coat tight around your shoulders and try to focus on getting home. It's been a long workday. You just want to take a shower and then go to bed. This entire ordeal is driving you insane.

Once at home, you shed your coat and greet your pet, running your fingers over their back.

"I bet you are hungry, aren't you?" You ask them with a smile.

Walking into the kitchen, you fill their food and water bowl. It's strange but you don't feel hungry at all. Perhaps you are coming down with an illness.

All the more reason for a long nap.

Loving on your pet for a moment, you then saunter into the bathroom. It does not take long for you to bathe, and then once you are done, you retire to the bedroom and pass out beneath the warmth of your blankets.

A strange chill suddenly wakes you in the night. It slithers up your body like a snake and clears your mind, enough to make you more aware. You groan in irritation and tighten the blankets around you, trying to go back to sleep. However, you can't.

Turning onto your side, you glance at your cell phone. It is early in the morning, but the sun is not yet up. So then why can you not rest?

For fuck's sake.

It's too late you fear, to force yourself back to sleep. You reluctantly leave the bed and wander into the dark kitchen for a drink. Once your thirst is satiated, you close the fridge door, casting yourself in darkness again. Knowing that you won't be able to go back to sleep just yet, you decide to return to your room and read on your phone. But as you turn, the soft tap of footsteps catches your attention. It must be your pet, roaming around in the living room.

"You too," you state. Pausing to lean down, you glance around the dark living room for them. "Come on then. We can go back together."

You smile as their footsteps wander closer, though beyond the darkness you are still unable to see them. Perhaps you should have turned on the light. As the noise increases, your smile fades. Where the hell are they? You squint into the darkness, able to see what appears to be their shadow, but then something furry brushes against your arm.

Jolting in fright, you glance over to see your pet beside you, waiting for you to caress them. An air of relief washes over you, but then, what is in your living room? You turn your eyes to the shadow and watch in horror as it rises to its full height.

It's a person.

Abruptly it runs at you. Its loud footsteps pound against the floor as it does. You fall onto your ass and scream, unable to move, as it draws near. Slamming your eyes shut, you turn your head and wait for the inevitable, but it never comes.

Forcing open your eyes, you glance over the area but whatever the thing was is now gone. Your stomach churns and your heart begins to pound. It feels like any moment you might jump out of your skin.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Horrified tears leak down your face as you sob, cradling your pet for dear life.

After the sudden shock in your kitchen, it took a lot for you to calm down. You had barely slept the rest of the night, but fortunately, nothing else happened.

It was a day later that you had decided there was no shadow hiding in the darkness. There was a logical explanation, you just did not know how to explain it yet. And there was no reason to.

You ignored the signs and continued with your life.

A few days later, however, you experience another incident, far worse than the last.

You are in bed, almost asleep. The warmth of your blanket lulls you into a sense of safety as you slowly drift in and out. Muffled sounds of music from your phone echo around the room and faintly through the bottom of your toes you can feel the rise and fall of your pet's warm body as they rest at the end of the bed.

A sudden gentle jerk on your blanket pulls you into a state of dim awareness. It feels as though it's gradually sliding down your body but you ignore it, thinking that your pet is at fault. With a soft groan, you turn onto your side and pull the blanket back up. A second later, however, it flies off you with a rough yank and lands on the floor.

You jolt up in fear and dart your eyes around the room, breathing deeply as though you have run a marathon. It feels as though your heart is about to explode. Could this be your mind playing tricks on you? Perhaps you had kicked the blanket off. You honestly can't remember.

Taking a deep uneasy breath, you are relieved that there is no one in your room.

Fuck me.

You glance at your pet to see them staring at the far side of the room as if they were watching someone. But upon further investigation, there is no one there.

"What are you look-"

Before you can finish your sentence, an unseen and malicious force grabs your leg and yanks you off the bed. Your scream of horror is interrupted by a loud oof as you land on your back on the floor.

"What the fuck," you groan in pain.

A soft and eerie song from your playlist permeates the air and from the corner of your eye, you notice movement from the other side of the bed. It takes you a moment to realize someone is standing there. You can see their feet from beneath the bed, but beyond that, you can not see who they are.

In horror, you watch them disappear, crawling onto the bed. The mattress dips and creeks in protest as they creep to the other side toward you.

Fuck…fuck…

Who is in your room?

Your stomach churns in dread as the face of the man from the photograph comes into mind. Could it be him? Is he real? You wait for whatever horror lies ahead to peek over the edge at you, but when the moment comes, your pet sticks its head over and glances at you instead.

Warm tears leak down the sides of your face. Why is this happening?

You sob. "It's you. It's only you."

From the corner of your eye, something moves. You glance to the side, but before you get a clear look, you are yanked beneath the bed.

A scream of terror leaves your mouth. You struggle to get away from the unseen hands, clawing at the floor as you manage to turn onto your stomach.

Once you are out from beneath the bed, you flip around and lean up on your forearms. The figure of a man, almost transparent, follows you out, moving slowly up your body. His cold hands bite at your skin as he pushes you onto your back and looms over you.

It is him. The man in the photograph.

You can recognize his black hair, blending in with the shadows in a way that makes you think he is a part of them. If not for the fact you can feel him, you would almost assume he was born from them.

Not able to move, you stare into his green eyes. His scleras are black, making the color of his eyes pop. They seem to almost glow supernaturally, mesmerizing you into a state of ease.

The man grins as he looks you over.

"What an interesting toy."

He then leans in and runs his nose along your ear. Heat spreads across your face.

"You and I are going to have so much fun together."

You aren't sure what to think about this. A part of you is terrified, but the other part wants him to. His tone doesn't sound malicious, as though he wants to hurt you; it sounds sexually deprived.

You shiver as his cool breath brushes against your ear.

"Why are you doing this?" You utter, returning to the jump scares.

"Do the dead need a reason to haunt the living?" The man asks.

He leans up and grins.

"This can't be real," you mention. "You can't be real."

"Oh, I'm real, darling."

His hips sink and he brushes your sex, making you arch into him. A knowing look crosses his face and he laughs.

"Do you still have your doubts?"

Your face heats up. For fuck's sake. Why is your body reacting to him like this? Are you deprived too?

"You're a curse."

"That's a matter of opinion, darling," the man utters. He leans down to your ear again and runs his tongue across the shell. "I can be a blessing."

You shiver in response. It feels as though you might faint, especially when he grinds his hard length against your sex. This should not feel so good. A soft moan escapes your mouth and you arch into him.

He's a ghost…or a figment of my imagination.

You might as well. His cock feels real enough.

"Who are you?"

"Toji," the man utters with a groan. "Remember it or not, it doesn't matter to me."

He must have been a real asshole in his former life. You snort.

"I've lost my mind. Fuck it. I might as well run with it."

"That's what I like to hear," Toji retorts.

Before your eyes, you watch his clothes form into light particles that rise from his body and fade into the air. And though almost transparent, you can see his well-built frame and hard cock.

You take a deep breath and glance up at the ceiling. This is happening. You almost can't believe it.

Helping him remove your nightwear, he then positions himself on the floor at your side and turns you away from him, bending your leg at the knee. You stare at the wall in anticipation, waiting for him to continue.

When at last he does, you shiver as he slips a finger into you, then another, preparing your tight hole to fit him. Your body is his and he takes care to prove this to you by fingering you in a way that makes you roll your eyes back and moan for him.

The little bit of pain you feel mixes perfectly with the pleasure building in your stomach, but it quickly ebbs as Toji removes his fingers.

Spreading you once again, he thrusts into your sex. You sigh in relief and angle into him. It feels strange, almost like you are being fucked by something intangible, yet there is clearly a cock inside you. Yet, despite this, it's intense. Every inch of your body is tingling.

Soft gasps pour from your mouth as he quickens the pace, bouncing you like a paddle ball. The floor bites into your side becoming a bit painful but you ignore it. The man behind you does not seem to care. You aren't sure if he even feels anything, but he continues to fuck you as if he does.

"Listen to you, panting like a dog," Toji teases. His breath hits your skin as he snorts.

"I'm n-not a–"

He slows down, making you whine in protest.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds," Toji threatens.

You nod in understanding, fluttering your eyes closed as he picks back up his pace again. The hand keeping your leg raised slips between your trembling thighs, playing with you. A moan pours from your mouth in response.

There is not much more you can take. It's been a while since you have been fucked like this and the pleasure is getting harder to handle. It builds and builds with each rough thrust until it suddenly shoots through you like an electric current. You have never felt anything so intense, so much so, that you can hardly breathe.

The world around you darkens and the last thing you hear before you pass out is Toji's airy voice.

"Now let's discuss living arrangements."

"How are you?" Your friend asks.

The sincere expression on their face makes you smile. It has been a while since you have seen them. A video chat was due.

"I'm living," you retort with a snort. Leaning back in your chair, you adjust your phone. "And I'm sorry that I haven't messaged or called you since Halloween."

"You should be," your friend jokes. "I was worried, you know."

You imagine so. You kind of dropped off the grid.

"Hey…listen. That night at the house. Did you see something? You looked so upset," your friend asks in all seriousness.

They have no idea. But to assure them, you shake your head.

"Just some rats. And I'm fine. Work has been a pain."

"That's a relief. It was a bust anyway. We didn't see shit, but we did fuck everywhere."

You snort, having no doubt.

A moment passes, and then your friend narrows their eyes in curiosity.

"Do you have someone over?"

You raise a brow.

"I'm alone. Why?"

You peek over your shoulder, but you don't see anyone there. The hallway behind you is dark and empty. Glancing back at the screen, you raise your shoulders. Your friend hums.

"I thought I saw someone standing behind you. Guess I'm seeing things."

You doubt it.

"Someone is losing their mind," you joke.

Your friend sticks out their tongue.

"Too late for that." They pause to laugh. "At least we are both alive. I was worried there for a bit with you, but I'm glad you are doing OK. I can rest now."

"I'm managing," you retort.

Your friend hums.

"That's all I wanted to know. Listen…I have to go but we should do something on your next day off."

"It's a date," you agree.

Saying your goodbyes, you end the call, putting your phone on a dark screen. The figure of a man appears behind you on the phone, making you jump in fright.

"You ass, I asked you not to do that," you snap, peeking over your shoulder at Toji.

The said man yawns.

"Yeah…I'm not gonna stop. You're too damn easy."

You turn up your eyes.

"Behave or I'll call someone to take care of you. The Ghostbusters or something."

"Whatever you say, darling," Toji retorts.

He sits down on the bed and motions you over.

"I'm bored. We have an arrangement, remember."

You remember.

With an eager grin, you hop up and walk over to him. Perhaps you should not have made a deal with him, allowing him to haunt your house. He's an asshole of a ghost and a bit obsessive.

But one thing is certain, the sex is otherworldly.

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