#Screen Glare Reduction

[visualophthalmologyservices]

Where screens dominate our daily lives, and prioritizing eye care in Elmhurst, New York has become more crucial than ever. Prolonged screen time often leads to digital eye strain, causing discomfort and potential long-term vision issues.

[tonycries]

Lady & The Sick Man - T.F.

Synopsis. Most people would run away from the ghost in their shabby new apartment, Toji Fushiguro makes you lose your mind.

Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! Lady K!reader, Lady K & The Sick Man AU, roommates-to-Iovers, sIeazy Toji, he cooks for you, male mast., face-sítting (fem rec.), Toji’s DOWN BAD, pússydrúnk Toji, dry húmping, matíng presses, he’s BIG, tummy buIges, pushing down on it, MARATHONS, bréeding, spítting, dúmbifícation, fíngering, cúmplay, making him whímper, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 11.1k

A/N. Babygirls, I WILL cry if this doesn’t post-

All in all, it wasn’t the most awful place, considering the dirt-cheap price.

Toji certainly could’ve done worse for himself after being sacked from his job - some nonsense about recessions and workforce reduction, go figure - and racking up a mountain of arrears on his last home. 

Sure, a few questionable mildew stains here, and perhaps a broken floorboard there. But this unverified property wasn’t completely run-down; at the very least it had running water, a dingy kitchen, tolerable enough neighbors, and…

…you.

It was only a few hours after moving into his new apartment that Toji understood exactly why the rent was cheap enough even for him. Exactly why the jittery landlord was oh-so-insistent on signing the contract right away. And exactly why he’d kept looking over his shoulder all throughout their rushed “tour” - as if dreading for something to pop out of thin air any second now.

Like a pretty lil’ poltergeist haunting the closet inside his bedroom.

Toji sighs out a clammy breath at his glaring phone screen, thumb brushing over the twentieth interview rejection this week. 

Honestly, with his recent lack of employment success and the sheer amount of boxes he had to unpack, a ghost seemed like the last of his worries. 

It wasn’t as if he really wanted to do something about his unsolicited roommate in the first place - not that he had the funds to move again, anyway - because from what little he’d seen of you since moving in today, you were harmless. 

And…fucking hot. 

Startling out a disbelieving huff of laughter, Toji empties out a boiling hot kettle over two matching cups of instant ramen. The bubbling red sauce molten and simmering to the surface exactly in time with the traitorous flush over his ears.

Almost hunched-over in his snug kitchen, he could visualize it from glimpses already— that skin-tight dress of yours, so thin it looked see-through, always peering at him from corners with those confused, gorgeous eyes. 

Like he’s sure you were doing right now.

“D’you want the spicy or the extra-spicy noodles, doll–?” Toji’s crooning out somewhere behind his back, lazy drawl laced with a titter of sheer amusement as he hears your shocked squeak. Followed shortly by the urgent thud-thud-thud of you surely running back to the safe haven of your - his - bedroom. Calling out, “Oi! S’not that bad.”

Turning back, he warily eyes the soils of chemicals swimming around inside the mouth-watering concoction that’d become his dinner every night since getting fired.

Well, Toji’s bored, mossy eyes flit questioningly from the tower of instant ramen stocked up on his kitchen counter to the shadows where you’d disappeared. If even a dead person wouldn’t eat those then…

And it hurt - ah, did it hurt for him to grab a handful of the ones he’d begrudgingly acknowledged were extra awful for your insides. Big, beefy hands shovelling them down his waste bin with a pained grunt-

Wait- did said dead people even eat? He has no idea, and yet carries both scalding hot cups to the room he’d become quickly accustomed to. Even despite his afterlife accomplice. 

“Yoohoo, pretty lady~ I got somethin’ for ya.” He’s cooing as he enters, husky bass dipping into something softer. Smoother. 

With a humming gruff, he seats himself down on the scratchy tatami floor. Surrounded by so many boxes upon boxes to be sorted through, quirked gaze locked firmly on the shut sliding doors of the closet. That papery wall just opposite him was so flimsy that he could almost see you watching from behind it, waiting. 

And Toji waits, too.

He waits until his senses get used to the slightly damp, willowy scent of the four walls. 

He waits until his ears grow strained n’ tired from yearning for but a single sound that you were still there with him. 

He waits until he’d finished both savory, now-lukewarm cups - in his defense, job-searching and trying to make nice with your resident ghoul will really work up an appetite, alright?

Letting off yet another exhausted gust of air, Toji’s just about to throw his hands in defeat and dispose of the remnants of his dinner - perhaps even try and forget about this entire ordeal altogether. Briefly-unused joints creaking as he stands up, he’s shaking his head free of you when his eyes land on something.

Actually, more someone. 

That raunchily flashy cover of one of his favorite porn DVDs, propped right on top of one open box, the actress in it smiles brightly in a sheer white dress that reminded him too much of yours. 

He gulps– if he remembered correctly, it was about some foreign exchange student that seduced her nervous roommate and- Toji’s lids crack wider, the sleaziest of leers plastering allll across his face. Well, hey…

SLAM!

The cozy closet trembles with both surprise and poor woodworking as Toji all but crashes it open, making quick work of fitting himself inside the stifling airway and propping open the hidden attic doorway homed on the ceiling. The only place he would expect a ghost to disappear off to.

Shit, you think he looked so unfairly handsome like this.

Cottony black fabric of his sweater hanging off of his every bulging muscle, heavy eyelids half-hiding away that glinting stare. Devouring. 

One meaty palm pushing the rickety door upwards, his grin is vulgar as his sights land on your crouched figure. Rasping, “Hey there.” The heated gasps of his words barely hit your face before Toji’s other hand- oh, his other hand shoots up in a split-second to curl sternly around your neck. 

Tight. 

Before you know it, you’re letting yourself be pulled into a filthy, filthy kiss. 

Fuck- Toji’s honed canines snag against the cute plush of your wobbly bottom lip and make you sing out the prettiest whine. Biting back a groan himself when the spit-filled crevice of your mouth parts way to let him squeeze his tongue in - making you suck.

You tasted like the most syrupily cloying candy and, hell, Toji wasn’t one for sweets but now he wanted more. 

More more more. 

The doughy mounds of his sensory tips itch out bruises right near where your pulse was thundering, he’s flexing his strong arms and reeling you in even closer. So soft and warm; you were practically melting into every swipe of his mushy tastebuds, and he was drinking you in like a man dying of thirst.

Straightening his towering height even more into the attic, it was like he was burning. Bright, boiling red. A rugged palm gliding to your beautiful nape and pushing-

Every breath. Every whine. Every slippery dollop of spit that dribbled out of your unfastened maw and straight into his watering mouth. 

Toji was a damn sloppy man - and he was just as cocky, too. Feeling your nose nuzzle against his cheek in an effort to get him to kiss you deeper, he’s parting one bleary eyelid just a fraction to envision the full force of his effect on you. 

Trembling and impatient. How cute.

One dark brow raises at the way your lashes were so close and clumped with great glittering droplets of tears. Sliiiiding just away to take in the way your thighs were squeezing–

“Hck!” You’re breaking off from the lecherous French kiss with a sappy pwah! delicate strings of spittle, still dangling from each of your lips as Toji drunkenly chases after your mouth.

Feeling his gawking on you, your hand shoves shyly between your legs. And the other shoves him right out of the opening of the attic, as if you weren’t raw putty in his palms just mere sultry seconds ago. 

Fuck. 

Toji finds himself thrown back onto the wooden closet floor, marvelling at the thunderous crash of you locking yourself back away - and yet he still can’t fully compute it all. 

A calloused palm comes up to cover the lower half of his face, mind whirling over and over with the burning memory, and before long he’s realizing that he’s let his kiss-swollen lips leak with a thin trail of drool. Him. Drooling. 

Even more once he’s thinking of it again - the way you were sooo fucking wet, just from a kiss. 

“What….the…f-fuck.” Toji mutters to himself, stare latched dazedly to the closed wooden surface of the attic as if just willing it to somehow open once more. Toned thighs making to leave and-

Oh.

It’s right then and there that the man looks down at the hardest fucking boner he’s ever gotten in his entire life, wet n’ achingly swollen. Almost as if his prolonged length was about to break through his sweatpants right this very second-

“Dammit.”

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.

.

Back at Toji Fushiguro’s last place, there’d been no one but himself to keep him company.

Which wasn’t necessarily bad - he’d still had his instant ramen (almost all of it now thrown away because of…health reasons), his vast porn collection (given away to a few friends, no use keeping something he couldn’t watch with you around), and occasional small talk with his neighbors (his current ones seemed to avoid him for whatever reason.)

Right now, it was just him. And-

“You know, I hear these new microwave meals are supposed ta be killer, pretty lady.” 

“Ahh–!”

“Oh- sorry. S’that too insensitive?” Toji snickers out, sounding not even an ounce apologetic as he catches the cute frill of your ghoul-like dress disappearing behind the corner of the grim kitchen wall. 

It was about as much of a conversation as he’d managed to coax out of you in the week you’d started cohabitating.

A week of letting you squeak and ogle at him from the shadows as you pleased, a week of trying his very best not to show off the puffing bulge of his muscles whenever he worked out unabashedly in front of you. A week since…that kiss.

“How rude.” He’s scoffing, though the curling twitch of his lips says otherwise. Eyes still honed on the way the very crown of your head just spies out from the corner. Cute. 

Seating himself on the creaky kitchen table, Toji places the second microwave dinner right opposite him and pretends not to notice as you pad a few tentative steps forwards. Picking idly at the soggy rice on his plate, he feels the bottom of his stomach twist with something strangely akin to delight.

Closer. And closer. 

You’re peaking curiously over at the clouds of steaming tendrils that waft off of the food, catching a whiff and- nose crinkling in disgust, you scamper away before Toji can even feel disappointed. 

“Yuck.”

Grumbling, “Now that was really rude.”

Well, he really didn’t know why he was so intent on befriending the cute lil’ ghost that lived in his closet attic. And he really didn’t know why he found himself trudging over to that tiny nook tucked away in his bedroom later that night, full of a microwave dinner he certainly won’t be buying again.

Blankets and flattened pillow in hand, Toji’s eyes rover for any sign of you - any. 

But, alas, as most things tend to do, it doesn’t exactly go the way he hoped.

“Hmm– no sign of her.” He murmurs underneath his breath, uncertain hands setting his impromptu bed down on the closet floor. Volume lilting just a few pitches louder in emphasis, “Guess I’ll go to sleep then.” Higher - and so does his head up into the looming darkness where you were sure to be. Slithering underneath the warm covers, “This is me now. Sleeping.”

And Toji doesn’t exactly have to pretend to fall asleep - not quite. 

Long lashes shuttering; the net of slumber casts down on him sluggishly - it’s not long before his chest grows heavier, breaths more staggered, and a heated body settles into his bed.

You. 

“Ya came back for more, huh?” His softly musing groan strikes the back of your neck like a scorching breeze, skittering such delicious goosebumps all over your body and all underneath that useless piece of cloth you called a dress. 

Making him wonder where else…

Plump, puckered lips hit the side of your throat and you shiver– hips gyrating back in a lewd figure eight to where Toji was spooning you now. 

He was so big, in every sense of the word. Chiseled washboard abs gently caressing down your arched spine in a repeated back n’ forth, every ridge massages you depravedly, the plush pillows of his pecs cushioning your back. 

When Toji’s broad arms wrap snugly around your body, so do his meaty thighs pinning you to him. Instantaneously, your head tumbles backwards with a stuttered gasp, “Please.”

And something in Toji twitches. Something in him awakes.

“Ohhhh– so ya can be nice?” He purrs, roaming over one hand in a carnal grip on the globes of your ass. He’s savoring that sweet, sweet sound of your voice begging for him and- shit, he really hadn’t dreamed of this last week. “Say it- say it f’me again like a good girl?”

“P-please.”

“Hmmm, how cute.”

The very tip of his thumb writes out a cursive Toji on the right cheek of your ass, playfully tapping its way down to cup your fluttering core. 

You were so fucking wet that the fabric of your dress was clinging between your legs in a way that made him jealous, sticky fabric seeping through with a few glistening slathers of syrupy wet slick. Practically flooding out a lil’ damp spot where his massive cock was stirring. 

“Fuck- hellooooo girls.” That hooked scar tickles down the tenderest spots of your neck to pant out humid breaths over the swell of your breasts. A viscid layer of sweat slicking up those perked nipples as you squeeze your shaky thighs and push-

Your lungs burn with a fiery need, squeezing out every ounce of air as he’s smearing his hands all over your tits. “-T-Toji.”

His name - you’d memorized his name. 

You were going to be the death of him.

And your body renders forwards, dipping the curves of your gorgeous tits further into his ready grasp. You could feel every roughened callous, every palmistry line, every grope he was relentlessly feeling all over. Feeling allll of you.

“Ngh- T-Toji.” You’re slipping out adorably, as if his name was all that you could repeat at this point. Fuzzy brain showing static at the spiking heat of this closet room-

“Yeah- Yeahh–?” It’s all you hear before his rounded digits spank down on your tits, circling out softly against where you were the most sensitive. That high-pitched wail you’re keening out is the sexiest fucking thing he’s ever heard.

Toji has the audacity to giggle, thick fingers sneaking underneath your dress to give your pebbled nipples yet another thwack! 

“Whoops.” And another. “Sorry-” Dutifully pinching the nibs of your tits as he pecks your jawline, he’s rolling his thumb right over those pointed nipples like he was milking them. “-hand slipped.”

“Y-your fingers–” And you’re choking on numerous saccharine moans when his fingerpads come slamming down once more, the stinging striking rendering your mouth waterlogged with oodles of saliva. “-so m-mean.”

Tears were practically overtaking your pretty features now - but that wasn’t the only place you were letting out sobs from.

Your inner thighs glue together with a clingy film of bawling sap out from your cunt, puffy lips so bloated n’ needy that Toji could peer down and count every sinful throb. 

“Wouldya look at that–” He’s breathing out, in such awe at the slurping slurs that were springing up from your dampened pussy. Almost as if she was squelching out in conversation, he nods, “She’s more talkative than you. This heh- turns ya on- doesn’t it, pretty lady?”

Velvety sweater skirting up, he’s dragging the thick, scratchy tufts of a black happy trail straightly down your squirming back. Pushing you against a sexily tensed core, your heart races as you could feel him harden.

“Mmm…could bury myself here forever.” His voice cracks sloppily as he cranes over to muffle the ends of that particular sentence into your heaving mounds. Musked cologne hitting your senses, filthy tongue flopping out to smack your tender areolas and draaaaag-

“Toji- Toooji–”

“Heh- m’here. Your Toji’s here, sweet thing.” He’s snarling as he bites, glistening white edges of his teeth scraping your raw flesh. Voice warbling - high, his raven lashes flap furiously to keep his vision from hazing over. “C’mon- c’mon c’mon c’mon don’t hide ‘em from me.”

Sensually, he’s trekking his hand near the hem of your dress and tugging down until he can fully try to suffocate himself between your pretty tits. 

Toji didn’t need fucking air - the sight of you was heavenly enough, making him buck so that the curly black hairs near his base scratch your skin and leave it stinging. 

Tongue simply ruthless, whisking out soppy dollops of spittle that drip down your nipples and purposefully make a mess. Sucking and sucking while he ruts from behind with a groan.

Messy. Toji was making sure of it.

The slimy trailway of his tongue laps and laps until your eyes are bulging halfway out of their sockets, grunting. “You got it- you got it, sugar.” He latches on hypnotically to your left nipple and gnaws a generous mouthful. “Keep up now- I bite.” 

Jaw dropped, toes curled. 

Babbling broken ohs! and Toji! your lips smack away incoherently through bouts of bubbling slobber. He’s watching with awe as your legs fall open, glue-stuck pussylips spreading wiiidely apart- 

Swallowing a leaden ball at the sheer amount of wetness you were pouring out. Bucketloads, really.

Pretty. 

Toji grabs ahold of your humping hips with a groan, pushing you all snug n’ cozy against his throbbing cock. Spying from beneath his unruly black bangs, “Would make the s-sweetest fuckin’ birthing hips, pretty lady.”

He was so…massive.

Gasping, the very action of you scrambling up onto your elbows makes your vision swim with a few blotches of black - still tingling all over with the buzz of being so close.

You’re shivering, a sudden yelp escaping your glossed lips as you nudge Toji away with something that resembled a headbutt and ran. 

Well, more like crawled with whatever strength you had left - all the way back up your safe, dark attic whilst leaving the man disoriented below. 

And it was not just because of your forehead crashing into his.

“Shiiiiit.” Toji belts out a low whistle, a hand dipping down to grab his thickened cock through his drenched-through sweats. He’s laid all out on his back now, staring up at the shuttered attic door where you’d disappeared, “I’m fucked.”

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.

.

It was quite a change to be sleeping with a ghost - in the most literal sense, he wasn’t sleeping sleeping with a ghost.

Turning into somewhat of a routine now to find himself woken up inside the closet space with your sleeping body cuddled softly up to him - at least, until you realize and make it your mission to disappear before he can say more than a few words, that is.

You hadn’t progressed past a few cute whines n’ touches here and there, and even that was enough for Toji to lose his damn mind this past week. 

He thought of you when he cooked, he thought of you while his neighbor squawked at every glimpse of him, he thought of you in the shower - especially in the shower, in fact, with one hand wrapped around his hard fucking cock- 

-and he was thinking of you right now. 

Stood stock-still in front of one of those high-end fashion stores beaming smugly on the bustling streets of Tokyo - the exact type he’d have scoffed and turned his nose up at just a few weeks ago.

But now, Toji was turning his nose at something else - right downwards to search for a price tag on the cute pink dress that was displayed proudly in the middle of the shop window. 

It was a skimpy lil’ thing, open and stylish, the exact type he knew you’d look perfect in. The exact type you’d wear so nicely that it’d make him want want to rip it off altogether. 

The exact type that was making him gape at the sheer number of zeros on the printed price, jaw moving up and down soundlessly as he double takes - was it legal to charge this much for a fucking dress? How the hell was he supposed to even get it for y-

Wait. Toji straightens up until he’s ramrod as a pole, not even caring for the way passersby give him the dirtiest of looks as his bulky frame blocks most of the sidewalk. Why was he even thinking of buying this for you in the first place? Did ghosts even-

“Steep price eh, sonny?”

He’s turning ‘round towards the aged, grating voice of the shopkeeper who’d apparently come outside to investigate his conundrum. 

The older man smiles apologetically at him, as if he wasn’t the one that was responsible for half those prices anyway. “You know how it is with these one-of-a-kind pieces. Lowest I could put it at, of course.”

Toji nods without a word, feet itching to remove himself from this awkward situation before- 

“S’for a special lady o’ yours, isn’t it?” 

“None of your business, old man.” Toji snarls, not much bite to his words. 

Judging by the way the clerk smirks, he’d figured out that he hit the target dead-on. And the frosty cold of the city air had never bitten the tips of Toji’s ears sharper, redder. Waving a weathered hand airily, “Tell ya what- I don’t usually do this, but I’ll reserve this piece until you collect ‘nough of those salaries and buy it for ya girl. How about it?”

And usually - usually - Toji would have told the man to fuck right off with those bargains. “One-of-a-kind” his ass. 

But…his eyes drift to the gauzy, delicate dress, the way it fitted on the mannequin. And how much more gorgeous you’d look in it. Salaries, huh?

With a firm nod, and a reluctant handshake with the shopkeeper, he finds himself browsing once more through a few employment sites he’d all but cursed the name of and abandoned a few weeks ago. 

One thing at a time, Toji ponders, shuffling his phone back into his pocket, albeit with a few fresh webpages bookmarked. 

Now, back onto his mission to head to the nearest supermarket - namely the fresh produce section. 

Which…actually didn’t turn out to be as much of a wild goose chase as he expected about two hours, a pissed shop employee, and three burnt fingers later. 

Skin muggy with the stifling kitchen air, hands placed on either side of his waist in a way that reminded Toji of his mother- “So?” He grouches out, the nonchalance in his voice given away as nothing but a façade with the way his feet tap-tap-tap. “How about it? Michelin star or what?”

The subject of his attention - you, like most days recently - only scrunches your nose in distaste. A spoon filled to the brim with steaming hot miso soup inching ever-closer to your mouth with the air of a lamb being carted off to slaughter. 

And a fucking massacre it was once the taste hits your awaiting buds and you spit–

“Oi-”

“Yuck!”

So much for Michelin stars, Toji’s grumbling to himself as he takes your same spoon and savors the miso soup with tofu for himself. Face crinkling immediately like a piece of paper at the salt bomb that assaults his senses, “Too much miso.”

Well, it seems he couldn’t fault your ghostly tastebuds just yet - but in his defense, it was his first time doing anything as sensible as this!

“Pretty lady~” Toji coos out, kneeling on the frigid quilt of his kitchen tiles to bring himself eye-level with your crouched figure in the shadows. “C’mere, sorry about the miso- try the tofu.”

And it was almost…adorable how you’re tentatively skulking your way over, pretty lips pulled into a permanent pout after his mess of soup. 

As soon as you’re close enough, he’s popping a hand into one of the bowls and plucking out  a creamy wad of tofu to nudge inside your mouth; slightly mushy in his touch, but at the very least you don’t wince too much at the overdone flavor of it. 

In fact, you actually swallowed. 

“Mmm–”

Leering, “Delicious, huh?”

“No.”

“Fine then- not bad.” Cackling out a hoarse bark of laughter, amusement sets his features aglow as Toji thumbs over the stray smidgens of white that stuck to your salivating lips. Catching a few beaded droplets of soup, “Messy girl. Look at you.”

You’re whining as he smears over the sleek spillage, trickling from between your lips and down to where your see-through dress was drenched almost non-existent. 

Fuck. 

You really were messy - and it was driving him crazy.

Parched Adam’s apple bobbing up n’ down in his scratchy throat at the glistening stickiness where your tits were heaving, his strained breaths aching to match your own. Pants tightening, buzzing fingertips twitching, Toji can’t even think before he unfastens his mouth with a dry, “Let…let me try something, doll?”

Your mouth drips hot and open as soon as Toji tugs down on his snugly-fitted sweatpants until his throbbing cock proudly slaps at his tensed core. 

And when you imagined that he might be big - you didn’t think he’d be big.

Red n’ swollen, the glittering tip of his mushroom crown was sprinkling out pearly drops of pre at the sudden sting of the cold kitchen draft. Simply gaudily decorated with fatly pumping veins all ‘round his girthy sides, they slithered in a zig-zag towards the clammy tufts of his happy trail. 

Nine- maybe even ten solid inches that twitch as your glassy eyes set sight on all of him greedily. So ridiculously massive that your mouth was starting to water already.

“Just hafta watch me, pretty lady.” Toji gruffs out solemnly, one of his burly hands curling around his meaty hilt. The ridges of his teeth sink down as he bites back a simmering hiss- “Just- just–”

Trailing off into merely nothing but soft rasps as he’s starting up short, stout tugs of his painfully hard cock. Not made of rocks, but made of fucking diamonds and jolting out creamy spatters of precum with every slight squeeze.

He was teasing. Toying. Just blushing cherry red at his tip, a saccharine lil’ color that made you want to inch forwards…

“Awww- yer drooling, sweet thing.” Toji interrupts your train of thought with a cocky tilt of his head, narrowed gaze flittering down to the thin line of spit that’d started to overspill from your maw. “Heh- never seen a guy so big, huh?”

You’re shaking your head in a way that makes the man groan, and with a vulgar few flicks of his capped thumb underneath the jutting ridge of his slit, Toji shoots out his free hand. Darting, in two bats of your shocked lashes you’re registering that he’d locked one hand around your neck and was pulling you.

Unapologetically tittering, “No needa be shy now.” Closer. Closer. Faintly wondering whether ghosts could bruise, the curved margins of his nails bite down your rapid pulsation. “C’mere.”

Mewling once gusts of his bodyheat radiate in waves, making your skin prickle with cold sweat. Your spine aches with the effort of being manhandled close, “T-Toji…”

“Tha’s right, m’here.” He’s grunting from above, scarred lips pulling into a prowling snarl as he smears the tender side of his length against your cheek. Burning hot and messy, your features gleam with a sprayed sheen of sweltering pre. “S’a biiig fucking cock, huh?”

“Please-” You’re latching down onto the elastic hem of his pants, mindlessly yanking away until you could see the chubby curve of his fat breeder balls. “S-sooo big.”

“Greedy greedy.” Toji’s right hand slows down to a slooow crawl up and down his plump shaft, taking his lazy time to tug open your prettily pouted maw with his other hand. “Heh- could open that pretty mouth all wide f’me and it s-still wouldn’t fit, doll.”

With a wailing protest, you’re letting him lilt your mouth open further- and fuck, the way that pinkish tongue of yours flops out eagerly makes Toji dizzy. 

His own tastebuds flooded with a freshly scalding wave of briny spittle, just starting to threaten near the crevices of his stern lips before he cranes his head towards yours and spits. 

Splattering.

Now, Toji had good aim - perfect, actually. But where was the fun in that?

His rotund thumb swipes away a few speckles of excess, plugging the frothy remnants back between your whiny lips. The way your brows scrunch at the impact is so adorable, “Look at you- all greedy for this cock. Sooo fuckin’ wet already.”

“M’n-not…” 

Liar, your cunt seemed to throb. Legs trembling together whilst your whirling pupils followed every draaaagging stroke of Toji’s big hands, the way he’d softly caress his lengthy digits over those delicate lightning bolts of his veins. It made you clench around nothing just to imagine how they would feel inside.

You blubber out a sobbing, “T-Toji.”

“Say it- say m’name again.” Toji drawls out sluggishly. Needy. He’s spitting down his spheroid cockhead, pumping angrily. “C’mon, say it-”

“Toji-”

“Again.”

Stuttering, slobbering with every gyrating hump gifted into the heady air.

“Toji…” Your bottom lips swells with your biting nibble, “-cum f’me.”

And as soon as the axons in his body pull taut and snap, he’s scrambling up from his seated position onto his knees to push his weepy tip into your face and cum.

Alllll over your pretty face - great, dripping cobwebs of seed that make his heavy thighs shake with sheer force. Whacking his bulbously swollen tip against your lips so that the ivory topping swabs across every inch he could reach. 

Toji’s clawing on a tight hold around your neck to keep your cutely squirming self in place, his sharp hips jutting outwards in a slow gyrating pace. As if he was fucking an invisible you - envisioning it whilst his stringy bouts of sweltering hot cum dripped down your face. 

Sloppy, sloppy.

“Shiiiit, haven’t cum this hard in…” His deep bass trembles, eyes glazing over with something primal and dreamy. Practically melting for you, “...in forever.”

The fastest he’s ever had, he shakes back the red, red blush scalding his ears now- just from you and those words. You. 

You’re mewling, lapping your tongue out to taste the syrupy salted caramel flavor of his oozing sap. Lips gluing together at the thickly glutinous consistency, “Toji- cummin’ so much. Want more.”

“Shit.” Toji hisses, lurching as if he’d just been bolted with a zillion volts of electricity. Instantly, the hand at your throat adjusts you so that you’re splayed out on the kitchen floor. Pretty and slobbering with need for him.

Dewy eyes widening a significant fraction at the way his rounded capped knees settle languidly on either side of your head. He was so thick with chiseled muscles, you think you could cum alone from the way that Toji’s wrapping a hand around his hefty base and milking himself.  

Face blossomed red, black brows scrunched, a slow splashing of sweat falls onto your face once he’s squeezing his hilt with a raw squeeeelch–!

“Sh-shit, talking outta pussy when you ngh- can’t even-” Straddling you, he nibbles on the flooded inside of his cheek, whirling peripheries locked on the last few splotches of pure sinful white that cream out of his tip and frost an adhesive capping down his length.

Chest heaving, voice guttural. “-can’t even- even hck!” As he’s finishing off, he guides his length to stand side-by-side with your fucked-out face. The way he was bigger than your head. Airily musing, “-fit this.”

You can only whine in protest, “A-as if.”

“Sass.” And Toji’s overstimulated cockhead twitches once, twice as he drifts a hand over to thumb his fattened pad on a particularly knotted puddle of cum beside your cheek. Gliding it allll down your wobbly lips like a sticky lipgloss, “Damn beautiful, too.”

With a shy peck on his meaty palms, you slip away into the shadows as you usually do. And eventually he’ll find his charcoal lashes dipping lower with fatigue, skin still sizzling with you and his high and you-

“Oh? Ya also wanted a change tonight, doll?” Toji pauses, worm-patterned blanket (it was half-off, alright!) partly spread in his arms. 

Now about an hour later and back in his dingy bedroom, Toji stares with bated breath as you sneak out from the cracks of his open closet. 

It wasn’t like him to leave you all alone, but after a week of his back moaning and aching at him- well, a night away from that teensy shack you called a home wouldn’t hurt right? At least not physically, it was tough for a man his size to squeeze himself inside without any afterlife powers.

What he certainly didn’t expect was for you to move back into the proper bedroom with him.

Cuddling your back against his toned front, fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Arms tight around your waist like glue, legs tangling together sweetly. Toji finds himself scoffing at the rosy heat that rises irrationally up to the tips of his ears - practically mocking him. 

“G’night, pretty lady.”

“Good night…Toji.”

Burying his face into the soft crook of your neck so you wouldn’t see his furious blush, he thinks he’s never slept more peacefully.

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.

.

Once in a blue moon - emphasis on once in a blue moon - Toji actually begrudgingly appreciates the presence of Shiu Kong in his life. 

Sure, the man was an ass and absolutely too proud of those pencil lines he called a stache, but he was employed, at the nearby gym no less. And the best part about having a friend that was employed was that he could help Toji himself get employed. 

And it was walking back home after (completely, totally acing) his job interview as a boxing coach, swiping through the email with his advance and the request that he start next week, that Toji runs into his enigma of a neighbor. 

Ichiro…Ijishi…? Something of the sort. Running on the fumes of his good day, Toji raises his hand at the fidgety, spectacled man in greeting, “Yo- Itachi.”

Honestly, he couldn’t have looked more terrified had he been welcomed by a phantom. And Toji would know…

Jumping about a proper three feet in the air, he’s breaking out in a glittering cold sweat all over. Muttering incoherently, “I-it’s Ijichi…”

“Ah, right.” Toji grunts, shocked he even managed to squeak out enough syllables to answer him. Usual conversation was limited to running away or avoiding him altogether - though, perhaps the presence of you had something to do with that fact. Not that he was complaining though, as long as he had you.

Almost as if Ijichi had sensed his thoughts, he’s splaying his hands out in warning, “Y-you know- Toji-san, you should really be careful.”

Halting right in front of his walkway, the taller man raises a brow in questioning. This was bound to be interesting. 

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while but, th-they say there’s a…” Looking around, shuffling. “-g-g-ghost in that apartment, a woman who lived long ago and- d-died inside that closet. Until you, no one could live there because she would eeep! haunt them. Y-you should really be careful, Toji-san, I’ve been hearing noises from your home at the dead of night lately, too…”

Ah, your moans. He forgot he shared a bedroom wall with the other man, and you were probably louder now since you’d started sleeping in the bedroom with him.

Fingers tightening on the glossy pink shopping bag held in one hand, “S’that so? She’s really this scary ol’ ghoul then?”

“Exactly- it isn’t an o-old wives’ tale, either. Everyone’s seen it, the closet door opening at night, lights flickering, strange voices.” Dark brows furrowing, he trails off. “If you want the- the town’s exorcist, Ogami, is coming to cleanse my a-apartment tonight and has been urging me to give you her number.” 

“An exorcist.” The syllables fall flat on Toji’s tongue, “For the ghost.”

“Yes yes- that ol’ woman, ah- exorcist says that the vengeful s-spirit can attach to a human being and sap their life source, tying the ghoul to them forever-”

“I wouldn’t mind that, actually. If it was her.” 

He’s surprised to find that he means it. 

Leaving Ijichi blubbering in confusion, Toji mutters away something that hopefully sounded like a ‘thanks but no thanks.’ Easily making his way inside, the door had barely slammed closed before you were slamming into him.

Face pushing into the valley of his firm pectorals, arms dangling to reach around his neck. Your fingers tangle into the delicate waves peaking out at his nape and Toji almost purrs, tackling you equally as fervently. 

“So- dinner?”

Damn, he couldn’t even deny it anymore. Exorcism and spiritual powers his ass, you’d turned him into some sort of house-husband. 

The same thought he’s repeating again and again as he cooks up a mean omurice in that tiny kitchen of his, golden brown and perfectly crisp on the edges.

All thanks to two hours of online research and bugging Shiu - his usefulness strikes again, dammit.

Toji takes great pride in drawing a lil’ heart of ketchup on the mounded middle, like he’d heard maid cafés do. Watching as you sniff. Cautious…and then scoff it down in generous gulps. Smirking, “So…Michelin stars?”

You’re only nodding, leaning over to plant a lingering peck- “Mhm.”

“Knew it.”

You were eating something he cooked - finally, finally eating something he cooked.

Suddenly hit with remembrance, Toji reels back his body a few inches away from your proximity on the kitchen table and almost whines - what the hell have you done to him? Shuffling through the few groceries, he waves one bag tantalizingly in front of your face, “Guess what, pretty lady.”

Oh, Toji was right. 

If you asked him, he would say that he’s always right - but he was especially right in his assumption that you’d look jaw-droppingly gorgeous in that pretty pink number from the shop. 

The old man had kept his word, reserving that dress so that Toji could splurge almost all of the hefty advancement fee from that brand-spankin’ new job of his. Later that night, he sat criss-crossed on his bedroom tatami, awaiting the fashion show. Letting you waltz out of the closet, nervously donned in a gauzy layer of fabric that hugged your body just so-

“C’mere. Shit, c’mere.” Toji rasps out, one hand sliding down his face because shit- the other clamors for his phone to take a picture. He glances down at the kassha-! of the screen, jaw dropping when- “Oh, ya really are a ghost.”

You’re spying over at the photo that showed nothing - literally. Nothing but a dress floating in midair, you shrug. “Duh.”

“Well, whatever-” Toji grouches, so much for setting a picture of you as his lockscreen. More preoccupied with the success of you becoming more talkative lately, “-do ya like it, doll?”

“Mhm– like it a lot.”

“C’mere, then. We hafta celebrate.”

Ah, you had the feeling that ‘celebrate’ meant so much more right now. 

Because without warning, Toji’s roughened hand clings to the side of your waist and pulls you until you’re landing cutely to straddle his manspread lap. “Toji…”

“S’alright, sweet thing.” His familiarly heady musk and cologne invade your senses like fog, and Toji’s nose slides alllll the way up and down your gulping throat. Slowly. “M’kinda…starved.” Your hand twitches towards the hem of your dress- before Toji stops you gently. “Nah- keep it on, pretty lady.”

Oh?

Oh.

“O-oh, fuck–!” You’re squealing before long, straddling Toji’s sprawled head, the halo of his unruly bangs tickling your tender inner thighs. Laid out on the matted floors beneath you and leaving a wet peck near the sheeny splatters of slick coating your outer pussy.

Squelch after raw squelch he was ripping out of you with only a few innocent glides of his lips on your own, “No underwear? What a sweet girl ya are f’me.”

You’re gasping as his tongue swirls over a few gumdrops of escaping sap, opening his rugged maw wiiide open to let you see the way they slip n’ slide all the way down Toji’s ravenous gullet. 

“Ride. Ride my face- c’mon, ride my face like you own it.”

Hiking your newly-bought dress further up the curve of your ass, your knees ricket in tiny gyrations on top of his maw- needing more. A bullet of beaded sweat drips down your temple, “Stop- teasing, Toji.”

“Demanding now, aren’t we?” A soft spank leaves your mouth cracking with shrilling whimpers, head throwing back at the calloused drag of Toji’s fingers grabbing your ass and pushing you in deeper. A French kiss. “Let me- mm- let me taste ya first, at least.”

Oh, he was mean.

And the only thing meaner than Toji was that damn sinful mouth of his. Purposefully latchin’ his plush lips where your swollen folds were all puckered, letting your legs twitch with each vibration of his throaty groans. 

“Wanted this for so long- so long.” He’s letting his spit-glossed tongue swipe suddenly between your drooling slit, a faaaaat drag of his ridged tastebuds. “So long- n’ you’re so fucking sweet.”

“F-fuuuuck– your tongue-”

Toji snickers, hot gusts from his lungs heating your pried-apart core - his widely prolonged tongue flops out eagerly to drink up every sploshing wad of slick that trickles down from your sloppy entrance. Cock twitching at the lacquered gloss hitting his chin, “Mhm- ya like that, right? She likes that- riiight?”

You did. He didn’t even need to fucking ask - your syrup sweet liquid gluing to his tastebuds was enough of a clue. 

And Toji didn’t need another sign for his girthy tongue to inch towards your quivering hole, slithering. Sensually, so that every passing second meant you felt the grating scratch of his sensory buds. 

“Now–�� His nose crinkles in excitement at the thundering sluuuuurp he hears once his mushy tip presses inside your rubbery cunt. Stretching and stretching out your tight channel with a few slashes of his muscle, “-hello to you, too, sugar.”

Was he…giving nicknames to your pussy? Your tear-trapped lashes flutter awake, “Toji- wh-what are you-”

“Shhh- s’alright, doll.” With only one of his hands locking on your waist, he’s easily hoisting you onto your knees- fuck, you didn’t even have to burden your weak limbs with your weight because he was holding you up anyway. Scar-decorated mouth murmuring, “Upsy daisy- you just keep those pretty legs wiiiide open f’me and ride, okay? M’gonna take care of you…”

Words seeping with a dangerous whisper now that he had the perfect view of your pouted pussylips, it made Toji want to lick his own lips in desperate salivation. 

Breathy, “Gonna take good- good-” Surging upwards until the tip of his high nosebridge bangs into your treacly clit. Hard. “-good care–” Tongue making a mess, humping up into the air. “-of her.”

You’re whimpering, hands bunching up into your dress to lift it higher once he brutally squeezes past your tight first ring of muscle. Enveloping eeeeevery nook and cranny inside you with his relentless tongue-

“Ngh- Toji–” Your hips restlessly roll into every barreling push of his swiping muscle, thighs flinching with every flick of his curling, dexterous crown stirrin’ your innards. Filling you up until it was maddening.

Just about all he can manage out right now, muffling a lil’ ‘mhm—?’ right when his tongue pokes into one of your earliest tender spots. Treating it like a dart board, he’s stretching his tongue as faaaar and wide as it could go to hit it repeatedly.

Vulgar. 

He’s massaging his stinging maw into your saturated pussymound over n’ over until every bit of your steaming hot slick is piled onto his lips. With a harsh grip of one of your asscheeks, and a thumb lugging lazily over your throbbing clit - Toji was sloppy.

And you were simply crying from both ends, bubbling tears clogging up your throat at the bruising pace he was making out with your honeyed cunt to. “H-how are you even- reaching-”

To Toji, it was a personal insult that you were riding his handsome face like this and still had the time to ponder your pretty head with nonsense like that. 

Well and fully intending to gnaw on your teary pussy until you were stupid, one of his free hands traverses a sneaky pathway underneath you. The thick, rounded stretch of one of his fingers circlin’ your hole making you moan. “Wh-what- hngh!”

That was more like it, he’s smirking something dark as you clamp around his bulky finger with your dripping wet core. Warm and soft. 

So soft. He really can’t help but stare down in pure awe with those sultry hazed eyes of his, watching through partly-open lids when he slaps his tongue down on your perky clit and takes the opportunity as you gasp-

“Fuck! Toji–”

-to rummage in another girthy finger, canines bared back in the tiniest of snarls while he unapologetically pumps back and forth to try and shovel them deeeeply inside. Hissing at the slight resistance, scouring fingertips scraping way inside your flooded wet depths. 

And he doesn’t know who’s louder - you or this sweet pussy of yours.

Fuck- with a joint furrow in his brow, Toji’s holding back his rasping pants in an effort to memorize every squelching noise you were letting off from between your legs. “Tha’s it- atta girl, talk t’me.”

Scissoring his knobbled digits all the way until his knuckles are striking your plump lips, lurching out filthy slurp after slurp. 

You were just too damn sexy for your own good, and before the next few whimpers of his name can formulate on your tongue, Toji spits a weighty glob of spit down your bulging slit and chases it. Like a moth drawn to flame, he’s pressing the flat of his hot tongue everywhere. 

The stray spaces where he was viciously thrusting away inside your entrance, the hood of your clit, the glittering layers of slick caking your inner thighs. 

Anywhere, in long depraved licks until your back begins to arch. Voice cracking at a lilt he found familiar, “Please- please please please m’so c-close, Toji-”

“Close, huh?”

You’re damn near falling straight onto your face if it wasn’t for the way Toji holds you up, sobbing when he only dips his fingers ever-deeper right where your nerves were on fire. Slapping a stinging bruise over the patch of your g-spot. 

“S’that r-right, sugar?” He gasps through pitched pecks, kiss after kiss of his swirling berry-pink tongue that makes your eyes twirl comically. His own thighs squeeze together, aching for any friction between, “Gonna- gonna cum? Gonna- ngh- cum on my face, sugar?”

Fuck- and every time his pearly white teeth latch on animalistically to the fleshy nub of your clit, your puffy pussy practically screams out answers. Tugging on your perked hood until drool seeps like a river from your lips. 

Both pairs, and Toji loved it. Loved what a pretty mess he could make of you. 

“S’that so? Uh uh–” He nods, and if you weren’t rendered stupidly speechless right now you might’ve just said a thing or two about the way that he was talking to your dripping cunt. “Mhm? Oh? Oh really…” Before spying over at you through lowered lashes, “Says she’s gonna heh- cum, doll.”

Almost as if he spoke it into existence, you’re hitting your high at that very moment. 

“Shit- shit shit shit m’cumming– ngh, m’cumming.”

Rolling his eyes with fondness, “Oh yeah? Give it t’me- give it all, m’fucking ngh- starving.”

“All- all.” Your voice reaches a fever pitch inside those papery-thin walls.

Vision shattering with tears, and you might not have seen the way you’d cum - what with your eyes permanently finding a home at the back of your head - but Toji certainly did. 

And fuck, he’s never wished more that ghosts could show up on camera. 

Because you weren’t just pretty when you were finally overcome with your orgasm, you were gorgeous. Toes arching cutely, mouth plastering with a fresh lipstain of moisture, throat parched over and over with the sound of his name. 

“Pretty girl.” Plopping in another finger with a wet splotchy sound to fuck you through your euphoria. His lengthy tongue aches with the slippery squeeze of your walls, grinding up with every rolling push of your hips. “Pretty pussy.”

You’re cumming and he’s tugging down his currently see-through pants to furiously pump his rock-hard length. Fucking you with his mouth the way he needed to with his bloated cock.

Your body lurches in sparking sensitivity-

Only to be hauled back down unceremoniously by his hand resting upon your throat, “Nuh uh, no runnin’ away.”

Just pouring wet, and Toji was more than happy to drink up every ounce and sappy wad. The treacly slabs of his saliva so weighty and thick that you could almost taste it on your own stinging buds.

Toji’s kiss-swollen scar smeeeears down your clit one last time n’ stays there playfully, “Heh- had my fill, pretty lady. Now about that dress…”

It’s only then that you’re gathering all your bearings enough to gaze down at your dress- well, initially supposed to be the drenched hem of your new clothes.

But instead what your eyes are drawn to was the way that big, bad Toji looked so ruined.

His sparse chest hair glinting in the dim-lighting with a lamination of fervent sweat, flushed a clammy crimson all the way down to his collarbones. And the look in his eyes- oh, Toji was drunk on all the sweet, sweet juices of your pussy. 

Half-lidded, woozy, dilated until his gaze was almost all Stygian black - he doesn’t take his stare off of you for even a second as you remove yourself with a sappy pop!

Breath hitching at the way your slick slobbered until it was dripping down his chin, creeping all the way up to Toji’s cheekbones. He grins– and you don’t think you’ve seen Toji look so accomplished, freeing you of your soaked-through dress. 

Staring at your nude figure in worship, “How about a bath. Together?”

“Mmm- that sounds…” Your sensitive eardrums crane towards a lowly incanted muttering that came from one side of Toji’s bedroom walls. “-s-sounds…”

He’s instantly raising his thick brows in confusion, brushing away a sliver of sweat away from your face. “You alright, pretty lady?”

Yes. You want to say yes, but the electrified vibrations invading your body say otherwise - and you’re staring at that particular blank wall like a deer in headlights. 

Toji couldn’t figure out for the life of him what was going on, following your beeline of sight towards the edges of the thin wall adjacent to you two - the same one he shared with Ijichi next-door. Ijichi who was scared of you and- oh. 

Straining his ears urgently, he’s managing to catch a few snatches of the man’s conversation from the other side-

“-s-strange noises————louder——p-please get rid of-” Overlapping with the constant utterance of something that sounded like a…mantra…

Oh, shit.

He’s snapping his head to you - faint, “No. No no no no–” Fuck, how could he forget? That ‘cleansing’- you were being exorcized in front of his very eyes.

Toji Fushiguro has never moved faster in his entire life than when pins you down on your back and plugs your ears with the knobbled globes of his digits. Blocking out that damn incantation that might have you slipping from his very fingers. 

“Don’t listen.” He rasps, watching at the twinkle gleams back in your hazy irises. Mouth crashing into yours, “Don’t listen- please, don’t listen- Stay with me, try not to think of-” But how could you not when the scratchy voice from beyond the wall only seemed to grow more determined, louder?

Shit- a distraction. He needed a distraction. 

Suddenly too aware of the way your thighs were trembling around his toned waist, your naked middle rubbed scratchily with the peeking curls of his pubes- you drown out the mantra with a moan.

Your head tilting down-

Baritone growling with a slightly dark glint, his cock sags even heavier out of his pants at your intense stare. “What do you want me to- oh.” Following your line of sight, Toji’s jade eyes twinkle. “Nasty girl.”

Oh, you had the perfect idea to ignore that damn exorcism.

The trilling mewl that escapes your lips is nothing short of music to his ears once he’s tightening his vice-like hold on you and forcing your eyes permanently onto where his big, leaking cock was pulsing for attention. 

Red and huge. 

Swollen so tautly that it was bobbing from above his waistband, the chilling bedroom air making precum weep out in stringy splatters and hit right on the bullseye of your hole sloppily. 

“So much precum…” he’s muttering to himself.

He was so ridiculously big that it made you thighs tremble - and not with fear over the happenings next door anymore, the incantations still distantly resounding.

“Take it then-” Distraction or not- this was a wet dream he’d been having ever since he moved here. He’s letting his throat tear with a primal growl, “Take it all- feel it, n’ you better only think about my fucking cock.” A lecherous idea pops into his head, “N’ you better count.”

It takes you all of one second - and two direct smacks of his fatly bludgeoning cockhead on your dripping mound for you to finally understand what he meant. Oh. 

Round and pretty, Toji’s blushing a ruby red at this strawberry divot. Plump against your puffed-up pussylips, he’s angling his hips to position the curvaceous mushroom tip against your flooded entrance. Rubbin’ up and down your slippery slit sweetly-

“Count.”

“O-one.” Your sweet voice is enunciated with a quiet whimper, watery eyes slipping down to make note of every one of his branding, mazing veins. One twisted cozily around his base, one pounding near his split-ended tip. He wanted you to count his inches. Each and every one. “Two- three.”

With a smoky moan, Toji’s throwing his crown back- forehead slicking with a thin lamination of sweat at those pretty noises drawing out of you. “Mhmmm, good girl. K-keep going.” 

Stretching you open so wiiiide, that you were temporarily stupid. His left-leaning cock was positively covered in curling veins, snagging and snagging your gummy walls they were molding to his hugely rotund circumference.

He cracks open one heavy eyelid to watch the way you gawked downwards, “Four- no, five.” One hand carefully letting go of your ears- the incantations growing fainter, he flies it down to his squelching wet length, fap! fap! fapping! it just to try and fit.

You’re pausing momentarily to ogle the flexing ripples of his working biceps. 

“Talk- fuck, talk. Could cum from just the sound of that ngh- voice of yours, pretty lady.”

“Six…”

Sploshing out a heaping pile of pre somewhere into your heated core simply by the way you talked. It pat-pat-pats down in goopy, translucent dewdrops that slither to the saccharine bottom of your pussy.

He’s twisting his fingers to scratch that carnal itch on the line between his stimulated balls, probing you with the deeply rounded underside of his crown. Deeper. Deeper. Thighs shaking, breath harrowing, ears popping- a steady line of perspiration drips down his temples at the way he touched your walls with a final, filthy vein peeking out at you from underneath. “Yeahhh–? And? C’mon l-let me in–”

You’re gasping, “Seven-”

Oh- it was almost like a countdown for Toji but in reverse.

A countdown until his sanity snapped, and he was crawling a hand midway down your tummy. The mountains of his palm massaging your front when he pumps his hips a few sultry millimeters back and pushes- 

Bottoming out.

“Ten–” Your mouth cracks open into a goopy mess as the remaining rest of his inches shovel ruthlessly inside you. Second high of the night hitting you like a truck, “Ten.”

He gasps at the way you’re cumming already. Already. 

“Ten.” Toji echoes in a slight hiccup, heftily-lidded gaze roaming over the stout hill he was drilling into you. The outline where his crowned head was smooching the mushed sponge of your cervix, digging in deep. And if he sprinkled out just a singular jetstream of cum early then- well, he was only glad that you were too fucked dumb to notice the second skin of sap cascading down your walls. 

“All the way…” He’s cooing at the way you twitch n’ whimper as he draws an invisible line up, up, up and down from the tip top of your cunt to your cylindrical bump. “-to your heart.”

Ten entire inches.

Toji starts to move in short, rapid little thrusts to batter the your cervix with a cratering circle of his cock tip. The bulging girth of his fat sides sensually giving your g-spot repeated hits, “Biiig stretch- isn’t it, pretty lady?”

“Hngh- y-yes—” You moan at the sloppy spanks, frothing out bursts of creamy buttery pre cum from the space between your puckered hole. Still oh-so-gone with the embers of your last orgasm.

Gasping, when his crownhead slopes in and out minutely - he’s so damn big that even that makes your hips thrash stupidly. 

“Now now, what did I hah- tell ya about that damn f-fucking runnin’.” Toji grunts, watching as your folds throb palpably. Pinning you down with the ridges of his chiselled abs, one hand pulls you to him by your hips. “Won’t let you run. Breathe girl- breeeeathe n’ take it all.”

“B-breathe-” But it was so difficult considering how every mushy bump of his pulsating cock left you gasping for air. Lungs burning with strain-

He’s pinching your flared nostrils and blubbering out a drunken giggle, watching the way your shrieks lilt cutely higher. “See-” Your ears pop! “-see how much better it is when ya ngh- breathe? So take it like a good girl n’ ngh- say it with me, ‘biiig stretch.’”

Folding you like a lawnchair until until your chin hits the jiggling mounds of your tits, you stare dazedly at the way Toji’s eyes flit down to your gulping pussy and dilates. “B-big-”

“No no—” He starts driving into you with thorough, solid inches, reaching tender spots you didn’t even know existed. And you’re ringing the four walls of the room with your trilling wails, “S’a biiig stretch- not a ‘big’ stretch-” Finally cautious enough to dart his second hand down to roll your cloying clit, “-isn’t that right, sugar?”

It was apparent he wasn’t even talking to you anymore, watching your cutely contorting expression as Toji slouches his knees and pushes and pushes.

“Yes- yes yes yes yes–” Your ass stings with the ferocity of his strikes, and Toji’s toned pelvis was already starting to redden with the slamming impact. Babbling, “S’a biiig stretch- a biiig stretch.”

Sleazing a scarred grin when your capped knees start trembling, “Yeah- yeahhh atta girl. My poor baby needs a hah-hand?”

With a ricketing creak–! of your poor knees, you’re being pressed into the sloppiest mating press possible. Your heels digging bruises on his proud shoulder muscles, instinctively clenching ‘round his bustling length. “O-oh my god- fuuuck, Toji-”

“Oh…so fuckin’ wet. So fuckin’ pretty…” He’s breathing out in a quiet huff that hits your mouth, hungrily lapping up the few stray drops of saliva that string out from your parted lips. Toji’s intense gaze is so adoring that your skin prickles with goosebumps, “Makes me wanna…wanna ngh-”

“Wh-what–?” Your head tumbles back into the scratchy surface of the tatami, urging an answer. 

And oh, Toji’s only pounding you harder into the ground in response. Again and again and again until your legs are numb.

Striking your throbbing g-spot with a dead-on whack, whack, whack. So hard that every ramming jackhammer from the curving mound of his red-tipped cockhead to his hilt makes the floorboards tremble. 

Feverish. Desperate. 

A pornographic groan breaking off from him, “Wanna- wanna ngh- cum inside. Wanna breed this pretty pussy.”

Oh, it’s like something had snapped inside of him. Every gobbling inch vigorous.

Toji’s trembling, thighs jolting- ramming into you so hard that your brain was all stupid with static electricity. And the only thing you could think to do at this very moment was stick your face into his clammy crook and whine- “Please- inside. All inside, Toji.”

“Fuh-fuuuck–”

With those words in mind he’s collapsing his sculptured body on top of yours as if he was shattering, and you’re catching sight of his rounded ballsack flinching dangerously at your targeted words.

Sucking his velveteen lips back into his teeth, one hand twisting on top of your crowned, sweat-matted head to push you down. “I-I’ll pump you so full of hah- cum that you won’t be able to keep it all inside you.” The other twisting on your clit, “Gonna breed you right, sugar.”

And you don’t know who cums first - but it makes you sob.

Your eyes turning pure white as his cock searches deep, deep, deeply to hit the back of your pussy with ribbony knots of cum. 

It’s so wet down under, so much seed being pumped into you - just about two or three thick wires glueing to your insides with each passing second - that you’re flooding out. Great, heaping torrents he mercilessly thrusts into you after every one of your high peaks. 

“Cum- cum- cum a lot.” Toji gravels out into your buzzing ear, pinching your fragile clit until you’re shattering underneath him. Faster. ��Cum. Get- get pregnant with my ngh- child.”

You bawl out belatedly, “Cumming– cumming, Toji- don’t m-miss…” 

“Never, pretty lady.” He’s biting down on your lollling bottom lip, larynx scratching with grunt after grunt with every hit. Every plummet of his plummy, cum-candied cockhead turning your brain into melted mush. “Gonna get you pregnant- get-”

Two knobbled fingerpads dip down to plug your leaking hole back full with the glittering globs of cum spilling out of you. 

Scarred lips curving into a smile, crazed. “Get pregnant- get–” With a final few slams, he’d milked himself dry and was still aching for more. Pressing down on your bloated tummy bulge of cum, “Ohhh look at th-that, all mixin’ together. All yours.”

You wince, your heart thundering at the way he was making even more of a mess down there to meanly push back into you.

And every lazy, directed pound leaves you gasping for air– Looking down at the dolloping cream, you’re mumbling out a fatigued, “M-mine?”

“That’s right, doll.” 

Heart racing, the lights flicker as your spectral powers yield out- and you’d already known that Toji was the only one you’d tie your soul to this way, till the ends of time - immortality for him.

But now was the moment - that burning question finally on your tongue. 

“Be mine?”

He leaves a slight smack at the adhesive sheen overtaking your thighs and makes you shake. Eyes half-shuttered, blush burning, maw drooling– Toji throws his head back as his aching tip twitches wildly for a second round. “All yours.”

.

.

.

And it was by the time that your second round turned to thirds, your thirds into fourths- fifths, sixths, fuck- Toji couldn’t even keep track.

It might as well have been a draw.

The only thing he could register was the yolky light of dawn filtering through the windows, and the way that every inch of the bedroom was a mess beyond recognition.

A few holes were made in the neat tatami, his bed broken into splintering pieces, desk shattered. 

He now had himself pushed back into the cool wall of the snug closet, restless lower half papping up where your hips were straddling his. Ruined. Toji creeps a hand down the humid skin of your spine and pants, “So f-fucking wet, s’like a damn ngh- water…park…”

His sluggish eyes flap and fight to stay open, words sluuurring - and so do his hips. 

“T-Toooji—” You drag out like a broken record, your hands resting precariously on his bulky deltoids. Scrambling to swivel n’ swivel in lazy hearts and circles, drool dripping out of you like a waterfall from both ends. “More- ngh moooore.”

“Holy shit- what sorta s-stamina, doll-”

Though, he really wasn’t complaining. Not when Toji lets his sweat-dropped head hit the back of the wall with a gruff call of your name, aching red cock loading out just a few more wispy strings of sap.

“Yours. Yours yours yours-” He whimpers- whimpers. Head spinning once you’re huffing out a pout and swerving your hips in a sexy figure eight, bouncing ever-so-slightly to milk him dry. “Stainin’ me all nghhh- white n’ creamy.”

A soft spank on the tippy-top of your clit makes you see stars - cheek nuzzling his own and Toji thinks it’s so cute. 

“C-cute?”

Oh, shit, did he say that out loud?

Judging by the twitching corners of your lips, he’d said that part out loud, too. “Mhm– k-keepin’ me hostage. Squeeze me like that n’ I’ll- ohhh- one hell of a ngh- woman.”

By this point, the inflated bulge at your tummy was jiggling with each plap! of skin stickily slamming down onto skin. You’re whimpering as you start veering into fatigued grinds instead, scraping the outside of your clit down on his drenched happy trail.

“Tha’s right- fuuuuck, gimme those h-hips- those damn birthin’ hips, my lady.” His vision muddles with a few tears, and Toji has to grasp your neck to keep guidin’ your cunt to that pinpointed target of his tender inches. Big, fat cock sending shots of electricity darting along his veins, “Squeeze me t-tighter.” Fingers getting tighter, “Tighter- c’mon g-grind those ngh- pretty hips a lil’ bit.”

“L-like this–?” 

He’s using up all his strength to bounce his knees - heart stuttering just as much as his words were. Toji could barely feel his spasming pink tip, “Back and f-forth- back n’ forth back n’ forth–”

You’re letting yourself be manhandled like some glorified doll, your slurping walls sucking the soul out of him with every swash of that weighty cum jostling inside of you. “P-please.”

Ah, and that was all it took a thoroughly overstimulated Toji to keen out yet another wringing orgasm. Though, this time filling your swampy cunt up with nothing but a few twitches and jolts, he’s cumming dry– still fucking up into you like he was pumping you with severe bouts of seed.

“Pregnant-” He’s rasping out mindlessly, parched. “Preg- ngh! Gonna breed you all pregnant, sugar…” The syllables tumbling out like a babbling mantra. 

And that was when the final shreds of his rationality spark, tear-polished lashes fluttering as he listens intently beyond your four walls. Only to discover…nothing.

No mantras.

No exorcism.

Nothing taking you away from him.

“Scared off, huh?” Toji catches your eye and smirks, “Hope they heard.”

You giggle, “You’re a sick man.”

“M’your sick man.”

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

Plagiarism not authorized.

[viridescentelf]

Investment - Sylus x Reader Part 2

here it is folks, the naughty part

this took me an ungodly amount of time bc i knew what i wanted to happen, but i couldn‘t write it due to it lacking any kind of story logic lol.

BUT THEN i realized: „if I met sylus, there‘d be zero logic to my actions too 🫠“

so lol i want to eat this man alive, enjoy doing that in this fic

lady gaga also dropped this banger at the right time

WARNINGS: 18+, general NSFW, possesive and obsessive behavior, explicit sex, not proofread

Part 1

—————

You woke up the next morning and couldn’t believe the previous night you had.

You had dropped into your bed in the outfit Sylus got for you. The gorgeous, sparkling shoes lay discarded near the foot of the bed and the mastercrafted coat hung sadly over the huge pile of laundry you had.

Sitting up, you rubbed the dried sleep out of your eyes. This was an exhaustion you hadn’t felt in a long while. Annoyingly, the very first thought you had this morning was of Sylus. It felt like he had imprinted himself on you, a lingering smell that you couldn’t wash off.

Uncertainty clouded your mind, leaving you at a crossroads on how to proceed.

Would you tell your chief what happened?

But you had made one decision. You didn’t report him the second you got out. And you weren’t sure why.

What was it that anchored your decision, causing you to pause?

His face flashed before your eyes: the way he stared at you while tucking your hair away left you breathless. His eyes lingered on you, drifting over you as if he was measuring for his feast.

You shook your head. This couldn’t really be the reason. How reductive!

You couldn’t believe it. Were you attracted to him that much that it made you lose your ability to do your job?

He was a dangerous person. And you could stop him.

Deciding to go about your morning for some semblance of normalcy, you stood up and took off the outfit while walking towards the shower.

The hot water cascaded over your body, washing away the remnants of last night's makeup and the lingering scent of Sylus' cologne. You stood there, letting the steam envelop you, trying to clear your mind. But his red eyes kept appearing in your thoughts, piercing through the fog. You shook yourself every time.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and padded to the kitchen. The familiar routine of making coffee and toast grounded you somewhat. The rich aroma of the brew filled the small apartment.

As you waited for your toast to pop, you absent-mindedly tidied up. Dirty dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, crumbs swept off the counter. Your movements were mechanical, your mind still racing with thoughts of Sylus and the decision that loomed before you.

The toast popped and you picked one up and shoved it in your mouth while walking around your apartment, bending over and over to collect various items on the floor - leading towards your bedroom.

Munching on the remnants of the crust, you walked back into your bedroom and the grand coat on the large pile drew your eyes towards it. You might as well fold the rest of the laundry.

You picked up the coat at an awkward angle and something heavy fell out of the pocket onto your rug.

The shiny, black device stared up at you and you instantly recognized it as a cellphone. It wasn’t yours.

Eyes narrowing, you bent down, picked it up and the glare of its screen hit your face. It was fully charged.

Your stomach flared again. A nauseating curiosity nagging at you to examine it further. The smarter choice was bringing it into the station and having forensics take it apart.

It could be a trap. A way to corrupt the station even further.

Maybe you needed to make sure it was safe, first.

Yeah. That made sense.

You quickly opened the phone. It was mostly blank, no background and only a few essential apps. There was no passcode.

There were no messages. No pictures.

But there was one contact.

It simply said: Sylus

You stared at the name as if expecting it to vanish before your very eyes.

He must’ve slipped this phone into your pocket to keep tabs on you.

Or so you could contact him and give your answer.

You stood back up, holding the little thing in your hands, pacing up and down the room. Your body reacted strangely: a wave of excitement meshed with overwhelming fear. You were in too deep already and completely lost on what to do.

Annoyed at your own indecision, you threw the tiny device onto your bed and gathered your uniform together.

You needed to get to work and tell your chief that a) you were alive and b) what had happened to you.

While buttoning the shirt, your hand instinctively checked for the necklace charm so that it wouldn‘t get tangled in the collar. You felt bare skin and your touch grew more hasty.

Your necklace. It was gone. Immediately looking around your feet to see if it had fallen, your mind tracked the last times you were aware of it.

The only conscious time you could recollect was with Sylus. He had played with it before touching your hair.

You squinted. No, he wouldn‘t take it, would he?

It must be somewhere in your apartment.

Deciding to worry about that after work, seeing as you were already late, you quickly threw on the jacket, hopped into your boots and fell out of the front door.

—————

You lied.

Your chief pulled you into a semi interrogation to ask what happened to you.

You said Sylus drugged you and you couldn’t remember anything.

The chief paced around you, obviously disappointed that you hadn‘t learned anything more important, and you noticed he didn‘t ask how you were. At all.

That expendable, huh.

You weren‘t sure why you kept the previous night‘s events secret. Obviously, you needed more time to figure out what you wanted to do… the chief would just arrest him and you would never get a chance to see Sylus again and learn more about the mob‘s inner workings.

Strangely, the thought of never seeing him again really bothered you.

And your chief not caring about your well-being was a bit of a sting. As you learned yesterday, if it hadn‘t been for Sylus, you‘d be dead right now.

Your day was semi-normal. You wrote a report about the lie you told and returned home with a few groceries you‘d probably forget about in your fridge.

You kept looking for your necklace. You checked under your bed, in the bathroom, in the hallway, even in the staircase up to your apartment.

It had vanished. And Sylus‘ touching it kept creeping into your mind.

The foreign phone on your bed taunted you every time you walked into your bedroom. It stood out like a sore thumb on your white bedsheets, luring you to use it.

It felt like Sylus was calling you, the thing lingering in your home and knowing you couldn‘t keep your mind off him with it there.

Maybe he had found it at his place. Or in his car.

You didn‘t really want to give him the satisfaction of contacting him so soon. But you also loved that necklace a lot.

You stared at the black screen, letting your fingers run through your hair while you thought.

The necklace wasn‘t in your home. You were sure of it. You had checked everywhere.

You had no choice.

Grabbing the phone, you flipped it open. Surprisingly, it was still fully charged. You tapped through it and found the singular name in the contacts again.

You typed out the message, left it in the void of the text box for a while as you continuously argued with yourself if this was a good idea. It was just jewelry. It wasn‘t that important…

Fuck it, you thought. And pressed send, despite your head screaming at you.

Did you find a necklace at your place?

Throwing the phone back on your bed, you started walking out of the room.

Vrr. Vrr.

A reply. And so fast.

You paused in the door way and stared at the thing on your bed.

Shaking your head, you started walking again when another vibration came from your sheets.

You rolled your eyes and returned to the annoying phone, picking it up and opening it.

Two messages from Sylus.

You sighed and clicked on his name.

Your eyes widened when you saw what he had sent you.

He sent a picture of his collarbone (you recognized his hair), your necklace sitting nicely around his neck.

The second message was in text form:

Did you mean this one? Pretty, isn‘t it? I paid 50 mill for it.

You hastily typed back, pressing the send button with extra force:

Give it back!

You held the phone in your hands. Waiting for a reply.

Now, he took his time. As if he knew you were waiting.

Another vibration with a new chat bubble.

Mine now. Just like you.

You stared completely perplexed at the last line. The digital letters mocking you. Your stomach flared with a strange mixture of anger, fear and (oddly) butterflies, that bounced around as if chased by hawks.

Taking a deep breath, you typed out your response. You needed your necklace back, it meant a lot to you, you said.

Sylus responded almost immediately with another picture of it around his neck, this time with the charm between his teeth.

Your eyes twitched all around the lustful grin on his lips. Lightning boomed from your nape down your spine.

The next response came shortly after while you were transfixed with the image:

Come and get it, kitten.

Staring at the last chat bubble and the image above, you gulped. There was an easy solution to this: have. him. arrested. Then you‘d get your necklace back! Easy!

It was so simple. But a little, stupid voice in your head whispered an even more alluring No.

Was he flirting with you?

What was this odd game he was playing?

You knew he wanted an informant inside the police force, that must mainly be his motivation for teasing you. Messing with you.

He was playing with fire, though, not knowing if you would turn him in at any moment.

The amount of risk he was taking with you. The gamble. The flirting. You felt your temperature rise to a dangerous level.

That picture of his (no! It was YOUR) necklace in his mouth… it awakened something deep in you. A vision of the two of you entangled, steamy air and breathy moans, crashed over you so suddenly, as you stood there rooted with a foreign desire you were unsure where it came from.

You shouldn‘t. And that made it so much more enticing.

Catching yourself, you threw the phone on your bed and stared at it like it had just slapped you across the face.

You shook your head and decided to go do something else to take your mind off of all this nonsense. You started cooking, abandoning the meal halfway through. You did some stretching. You read a book you never picked up before. You started cleaning your bathroom tiles with a toothbrush. You scrubbed the toilet. You organized your bookshelf three times.

All the while, the phone sat on your bed. Watching you.

Hours passed and the idea still plagued you. You kept seeing him hovering over you, your necklace dancing vivaciously as he drilled into you. Turning on music made your mind escalate even further, none of the tasks distracted you, so you decided to go for a walk in the evening light.

Fresh air would help ease your mind.

The dusk light hit your eyes the second you walked out into the street. You heard a crow caw behind you, but took no real notice of it.

You walked with no clear direction in mind (yes you were. You just didn‘t want to admit it), reaching the train station. The bustle of the tracks filled your ears, as you stepped into the next train that came.

No. You weren‘t heading towards him. You just happened to take the train that lead to the edge of town. Where he took you last night. Where his penthouse was.

A random stop. You‘d get out at a random spot. Not the station closest to his penthouse. You weren‘t going there.

You got out and watched your body walk itself towards the large, looming complex. You could see his penthouse from here.

You weren‘t going to go into the building. Just passing by it.

How could you ignore the open door the worker had left open to quickly grab more supplies to wash the big windows?

His floor was on the top. You just pressed the highest number by accident.

You stood in front of his door. What were you doing?

You were getting your necklace back, that‘s what!

You knocked. And waited. You waited for an odd amount of time. Enough time to turn around and leave.

The footsteps made the hair on the back of your neck curl. You could still leave. The elevator was still there.

You heard the handle move, a clicking sound and the deep brown door swung open. Your heart exploded.

Sylus stood before you, sweaty, wearing a red and black tanktop and workout pants, gloves around his hands. He clearly had been working out.

Your necklace lay neatly between his collar bones, nestled there. Waiting for you. Welcoming you back with a soft pendulum when he tilted his head.

Your eyes met and the red gleam pierced you like the first time. He was smiling, triumphantly.

„What have we he-“, he started.

Something snapped inside you.

You flung your arms around his neck and pulled him down to you. He crashed into your lips with the muffled sentence he was starting vibrating in your mouth. You weren’t sure how he‘d react, you just needed him. Now.

You could‘ve died yesterday. He saved you.

To your luck, Sylus quickly reciprocated the energy and thrust his tongue into you, exploring your expecting body thoroughly. You had pulled him with such force that you crashed into the opposite wall in the hallway, your hands fervently grabbing his muscles, his hair, tugging up his sweat drenched shirt to feel his abs against you. He picked you up and slammed your back into the wall while your legs automatically wrapped around his waist. You felt his large hands clasp your ass and squeeze tightly, you both groaned into each other as the kiss grew more intense and untidy.

You released from his lips, as you were pulling the tank top over his shoulders and head. He was doing the same to your pants. Realizing he couldn’t do it while you were flung around him like that, he set you down and pulled them down fast, not even bothering to unbutton.

Standing again and missing his addicting kiss, you pulled him down again to continue feasting on his tangy, soft mouth. He laughed breathily into you, while you two staggered back towards his apartment.

Sylus wouldn’t release from you, bending down to continue making out with you while his right arm was trying to feel for the doorway.

You were growing more impatient as he slowly backed into the arch, so you decided to jump. The force of you jumping into his arms, and swinging your legs around him, made him topple back onto the floor into the apartment.

The thud made both of you groan slightly, but you quickly reassembled yourselves to keep the momentum going. With one leg, you kicked the door closed. His tanktop and your pants lay abandoned in the hallway.

You climbed on top of him, feeling him hard and begging to be released beneath his pants as you ground yourself up and down his length. He moaned so deeply into your mouth again: the rumbling turning you on even more.

Reluctantly releasing the kiss, you scooched down and pulled his trousers down, finally seeing the beautiful, thick and throbbing cock that was waiting for you. You licked up his length, with Sylus shuddering at the touch of your hungry tongue. You needed him in you, this very second. Pulling your underwear aside, you hovered yourself over him and plummeted down.

The second he entered you, your entire spine erupted with fireworks and eagerness. He filled you up so good that you let out an involuntary, deep sigh in chorus to Sylus‘ clenched moan.

His breath was so ragged and animalistic, while his hands gripped your thighs and slapped your ass hard.

Sylus tried to sit up and turn you over so you would be under him, but you pushed him back down, wanting him to submit to your wishes. It became an odd tug of war, where he continuously tried to get you to listen, but ultimately caved when you moved faster and faster on top of him, fucking his brains out - committing murder.

You didn‘t think he would be this vocal, but he was loving how you felt.

Without warning, Sylus suddenly gripped your hips so hard and tightly that you couldn‘t have moved if you wanted to. He had been letting you have control this whole time, enjoying the violent craving you had for him.

He smiled up at you, a sweat drop running down his neck and reaching your beautiful necklace - the chain all wavy and the charm hiding behind his head.

„My turn…“ he purred and thrust up hard into you, clenching every muscle in his legs to go as deep as he could. Your head fell back and you screamed at the heated impact. His pace was easy at first and he reached the very end of you. Every slow push knocked at the very edge of your limit and he knew you were loving how thick and long he was. His right hand let go of your thigh to slap your ass, hard, and you jolted at the impact. His pace started to quicken until he was crashing up into you. Sitting up, he moved you now up and down on his throbbing dick, biting your ear as he groaned low. Your moaning joined his, growing louder when he finally shifted you so that you were lying on your back on the cold, wooden floor.

Sylus stared at you, like the piece of art he bought and owned now. His cock twitched, wanting to return into you. His large hand grasped your jaw, making you look at him as he pushed himself back into you, slow and decisive.

You were begging him to go faster, wanting to finally reach your climax that you had been chasing this entire time.

He grinned, but didn‘t listen. Taking his time to enjoy every inch of your insides and the amazing view of you writhing under him. He continued to drive into you, decisively filling you up and watching you edge closer and closer to the finish line.

Holding your face, half his hand lay on your neck, and you felt the surge of pleasure erupt within you as Sylus drilled into you faster and faster, elongating your moment as much as he could.

Leaning down, he kissed you hard as he exhaled sharply while the waves of his seed ebbed into you. Both of you catching your breath, staring into your lustful eyes.

Your breath stabilized with his and he kissed your cheek as you coiled softly beneath his godly figure.

Sylus sat back up and ran a finger down your sternum.

He laughed. He was still inside you and started to slowly move again. You were sore. But he wasn‘t finished with you.

„What a fine investment you are…“ he teased, as your necklace glimmered in the light.

Your head fell back as he increased his speed again.

[sngl-led-auto-lights]

Why don't car manufacturers use polarized glass for their windscreens and their headlights? One 90° turned relative to the other. Wouldn't that avoid getting blinded by the headlights of cars coming from the opposite direction?

The idea of using polarized windshields and headlights to reduce glare is intriguing, but several technical, practical, and safety challenges make it unfeasible for widespread automotive use. Here's a breakdown of why this concept hasn't been adopted:

​​1. Polarization Mechanics & Limitations​​ • Theory: If headlights emit vertically polarized light and windshields are horizontally polarized, the windshield would block glare from oncoming vehicles.

• Reality:

• Light Scattering: Headlights need to illuminate the road, which relies on light scattering. Polarized light scatters less effectively, reducing visibility of road surfaces, signs, and obstacles.

• Angular Sensitivity: Polarization effectiveness depends on alignment. On curved roads or hills, the 90° alignment between cars breaks down, causing glare to "leak" through.

​​2. Compromised Visibility for Drivers​​ • Non-Polarized Light Sources: Traffic signals, brake lights, and streetlights emit unpolarized light. A polarized windshield would block critical light from these sources.

• Passenger Discomfort: Polarized windshields could distort or dim screens (e.g., GPS, infotainment) and heads-up displays (HUDs), which often rely on specific light orientations.

​​3. Technical Challenges​​ • Durability: Polarized films degrade over time due to UV exposure, temperature swings, and physical wear, requiring frequent replacement.

• Manufacturing Complexity: Aligning polarization angles across millions of vehicles (and replacement parts) would demand precision incompatible with mass production.

• Cost: Polarizing all glass surfaces (windshields, headlights, mirrors) would significantly increase vehicle prices.

​​4. Safety and Regulatory Hurdles​​ • Global Standards: Automotive regulations (e.g., FMVSS, ECE) require headlights to meet strict brightness and beam patterns. Polarization could reduce effective light output, violating these rules.

• Driver Adaptation: Tilting one’s head (e.g., to check mirrors) would alter the polarization angle, causing sudden glare or darkness.

​​5. Existing Alternatives​​ Car manufacturers prioritize more practical solutions to reduce glare: • Automatic High-Beam Dimming: Uses cameras to detect oncoming traffic and adjust beams.

• Adaptive Driving Beams (ADB): Matrix LEDs or laser lights that "mask" oncoming cars while keeping other areas bright.

• Improved Optics: Better reflector designs and LED cutoff shields to minimize scatter.

• Anti-Glare Coatings: Hydrophobic or anti-reflective windshield coatings (e.g., BMW’s "Glareshield").

​​Historical Context​​ • 1950s Experiments: Chrysler briefly tested polarized headlights and windshields in the 1950s but abandoned the concept due to the issues above.

• Sunglasses vs. Windshields: While polarized sunglasses work for individuals, scaling this to vehicles requires universal adoption—a near-impossible coordination challenge.

​​Conclusion​​ While polarized glass could theoretically reduce glare, its trade-offs in safety, cost, and practicality make it inferior to modern adaptive lighting and optical innovations. Automotive engineers continue to focus on smart, dynamic systems (e.g., ADB, LiDAR-guided beams) that balance glare reduction with reliable visibility. Until polarization technology evolves to address these flaws, it’s unlikely to appear in production vehicles.

[windowtintingservice]

How Residential Sun Control Window Tinting Keeps Your Home Cool

Houston summers are no joke. With soaring temperatures and unrelenting sun, homeowners often find themselves fighting a losing battle against the heat. Running the air conditioner 24/7 is costly and inefficient. But what if there was a way to beat the heat before it enters your home? That's where Residential Sun Control Window Tinting in Houston comes in—a powerful, cost-effective solution that combines comfort, energy efficiency, and UV protection.

In this blog, we'll explore exactly how Sun Control Window Tinting works, why it's an essential upgrade for your Houston home, and how a professional Window Tinting Service can help you stay cooler while saving big on energy bills.

What Is Residential Sun Control Window Tinting?

At its core, residential sun control tinting involves applying a thin, transparent film to the interior surface of your windows. This film is engineered to block a significant portion of the sun's infrared heat, UV rays, and glare—without compromising your view or natural light.

These window films are designed specifically for residential settings and come in various shades and types, including ceramic, reflective, and neutral options. While they might seem subtle, their performance is anything but.

How It Keeps Your Home Cool: The Science Behind Tinting

The secret behind sun control window tinting lies in advanced technology. These films are designed to reflect and absorb solar radiation—particularly infrared light, which is responsible for much of the heat we feel indoors.

Here's how it works:

Heat Rejection: High-performance tints block up to 80% of solar heat, reducing the amount that penetrates through your windows.

UV Protection: Quality films block up to 99% of harmful UV rays, preserving your furniture and flooring while lowering indoor temperatures.

Glare Reduction: By controlling light intensity, window tinting makes your interior spaces more comfortable without sacrificing brightness.

In essence, these films act like sunglasses for your home—filtering out the harshest rays while letting in the gentle light.

Houston's Climate Demands Smart Cooling Solutions

Living in Houston means coping with extreme weather conditions. Long summers, intense sunlight, and fluctuating humidity levels can make your home feel like a sauna. Traditional cooling systems can't always keep up—especially in homes with large windows.

That's why residential sun control tinting has become more than just a luxury—it's a necessity. Homeowners across the city are recognizing the value of adding an extra layer of defense against the elements.

Benefits That Go Beyond Cooling

Sure, Sun Control Window Tinting keeps your home cooler—but that's just the beginning. Let's look at the range of advantages:

Energy Efficiency

Reduced reliance on air conditioning

Lower electricity bills—up to 30% savings on cooling costs

Potential tax credits or rebates for energy-efficient upgrades

Enhanced Comfort

Even temperature distribution across rooms

Reduced glare on screens and surfaces

Improved sleep and relaxation

Privacy and Aesthetics

Adds a sleek, modern look to your home

Offers daytime privacy without closing the blinds

Available in a variety of shades and finishes

Furniture and Flooring Protection

Prevents fading and discoloration caused by UV rays

Extends the life of your interior furnishings

Maintains the beauty of hardwood floors and artwork

Common Questions About Residential Tinting

Is It Legal in Houston to Tint Residential Windows?

Yes, Residential Sun Control Window Tinting in Houston is entirely legal. It is encouraged as an eco-friendly home improvement.

Will It Make My House Too Dark?

Not at all. Modern sun control tinting is designed to reduce heat and glare while preserving natural light. You can choose from various film grades to match your comfort and brightness preferences.

How Long Does Window Film Last?

When installed by a professional Window Tinting Service, high-quality films can last up to 20 years or more with minimal maintenance.

Can It Be Removed?

Yes, window tinting film can be safely removed or replaced without damaging your windows.

DIY vs. Professional Window Tinting Service

You can take the DIY route with tinting kits. But when it comes to your home, cutting corners can lead to:

Bubbles and creases

Poor heat rejection

Shorter lifespan

Uneven application

Professional tinting service providers in Houston possess the necessary tools, training, and experience to ensure flawless application, maximum durability, and product warranties. Plus, they can help you select the correct type of tinting film based on your window orientation, house design, and sun exposure.

How to Choose the Right Window Tinting Service in Houston

When selecting a provider, look for:

Certifications and licensing

Warranty-backed products

Free consultations and assessments

High-quality films from reputable brands

Positive reviews and case studies

The Best Time to Tint? Right Now

Summer is already heating up, and every unprotected window is a pathway for heat and UV rays to invade your home. Don't wait until your AC can't keep up or your energy bill skyrockets. Scheduling Sun Control Window Tinting before the peak of summer ensures you maximize savings and comfort all season long.

Conclusion: Stay Cool, Save More, Live Better

In Houston, beating the heat doesn't have to mean cranking up the AC or hiding behind blackout curtains. Residential Sun Control Window Tinting in Houston offers a sleek, innovative solution that keeps your home cooler, more energy-efficient, and more comfortable—all year round. With expert Window Tinting Service professionals just a call away, now is the perfect time to upgrade your home's defense against the sun. Whether you're seeking better comfort, lower bills, or a more polished aesthetic, Sun Control Window Tinting delivers results you can feel—literally.

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Enhance Comfort and Privacy with Window Tinting Pros Westlake: Your Trusted Tinting Experts in Palm Beach County, FL

When it comes to protecting your home, increasing privacy, and saving on energy bills, one of the best solutions is professional window tinting. At Window Tinting Pros Westlake, we specialize in delivering the best window tinting service in Westlake and throughout Palm Beach County, FL. With years of experience and a dedication to quality, we provide affordable window tinting services tailored to meet the needs of local homeowners.

Visit our website today at https://windowcleaningfl.net or call us at 561-283-8551 to schedule your free estimate!

Why Choose Window Tinting?

Window tinting is more than just a stylish addition to your home. It offers a wide range of benefits that make it a smart investment for homeowners:

Enhanced Privacy: Using privacy window film or privacy for windows film, you can enjoy your home without worrying about prying eyes.

UV Protection: Window film helps block harmful UV rays that can fade furniture and floors.

Energy Savings: Tinting helps keep your home cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter, reducing energy costs.

Improved Aesthetics: Options like frosted window film or decorative window film and tinting elevate your home’s appearance.

Glare Reduction: Cut down on annoying screen glare in your living and entertainment areas.

Our Residential Window Tinting Services

At Window Tinting Pros Westlake, we specialize in residential window tinting and residential glass tinting. Our expert team offers a range of window tinting film and film for tinting windows that suit every need and budget.

Whether you’re looking for a modern house window tint to reduce heat and glare or a decorative frosted window film for enhanced privacy, we have the right solution for you. Our professional window tinting experts will guide you through the selection process and ensure flawless window film installation every time.

Affordable Window Tinting Service in Westlake

We understand that home improvement projects can be costly. That’s why we’re committed to offering affordable window tinting without sacrificing quality. Our affordable window tinting service is designed to give you maximum value for your money, using high-quality materials and industry-leading techniques.

Our team works efficiently to deliver fast, precise results, making it easier than ever to enjoy the benefits of tinting the windows in your home. If you’re searching for “window tinting near me” in Westlake or Palm Beach County, we’re the top choice for reliability and affordability.

High-Quality Film Options to Suit Every Need

We carry a wide selection of window film products for window tinting for home windows. Some of our most popular options include:

Frosted Window Film: Perfect for bathrooms or glass doors where you want privacy without losing natural light.

Privacy Window Film: Ideal for bedrooms and street-facing windows where you need a little extra seclusion.

Heat-Control Films: Designed to block solar heat, these films help lower indoor temperatures during Florida’s hot summers.

Decorative Tints: Add a touch of elegance with patterned or colored window film and tinting styles.

UV-Blocking Films: Great for protecting interiors from sun damage.

With our help, you can select the right tinte window solution that balances style, privacy, and performance.

Why Westlake Residents Trust Us

We’re proud to be a part of the Westlake and Palm Beach County community. Our clients know they can count on us for honest service, excellent workmanship, and long-lasting results. From start to finish, we make your window tinting experience smooth, professional, and stress-free.

What sets us apart?

Licensed and insured technicians

Prompt and courteous customer service

Flexible scheduling

High-quality window tinting film

Competitive prices on all window film installation

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Get Started Today with Window Tinting Pros Westlake

If you're tired of high utility bills, lack of privacy, or fading furniture, it's time to explore the benefits of home window tinting. Our team is ready to transform your living space with quality window tinting service and expert window film installation. No job is too big or small—we handle everything from a single tinte window to full-home residential glass tinting.

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Final Thoughts

Don’t let Florida’s intense sun and lack of privacy keep you from enjoying your home. Whether you’re seeking modern style, energy efficiency, or simply a little peace and quiet, Window Tinting Pros Westlake has the solution you need. Our trusted team delivers professional window tinting services throughout Westlake and Palm Beach County, FL, helping homeowners achieve the comfort, savings, and security they deserve.

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Beyond Curtains: Why Interior Blinds Are the Smart Choice for Modern Australian Homes

When it comes to dressing your windows, curtains have long been the traditional go-to. But for today’s homeowners and designers, interior blinds offer far more than just a sleek aesthetic. They provide flexible light control, improved energy efficiency, and a practical solution for everything from open-plan living areas to compact urban apartments.

In this guide, we take a close look at why interior blinds are becoming the preferred window treatment across Australia. We'll explore types, benefits, style tips, and how to choose blinds that suit your space—not just your taste.

Why Interior Blinds Are More Than a Design Trend

At first glance, blinds may seem like just another home accessory. But step back, and their influence on comfort, functionality, and interior atmosphere becomes clear.

Unlike curtains that often trap dust or limit lighting control, modern interior blinds allow for precise adjustments in both privacy and daylight. From blocking out sun glare during a hot Queensland afternoon to softening light in a cosy living room, blinds do more than just cover glass—they shape the experience of the space itself.

This versatility is one of the many reasons more homeowners are shifting toward options like roller blinds, Venetian slats, and sheer panel gliders.

To browse a thoughtfully curated selection, visit https://interior-blinds.com.au, where practicality and visual appeal go hand in hand.

Key Benefits of Installing Interior Blinds

1. Light Control with Precision Blinds give you control over how much light enters a room. Tilt the slats, lower the shade halfway, or choose dual blinds that switch between translucent and blockout layers. This level of flexibility is unmatched by curtains.

2. Privacy Without Sacrificing Style Sheer blinds let you maintain a sense of openness during the day while obscuring visibility from the outside. Blockout blinds create a complete privacy screen when needed—ideal for bedrooms and bathrooms.

3. Energy Efficiency Well-fitted blinds reduce solar heat gain in summer and retain warmth in winter. This may result in noticeable reductions to your energy bills over time.

4. Clean and Low Maintenance Interior blinds are easier to clean than most fabric curtains. A quick wipe or dust with a microfibre cloth usually keeps them looking fresh.

5. Suited to All Room Types Whether it’s a high-humidity bathroom, a formal sitting room, or a sunroom with glare issues, there’s a blind that fits both the function and feel of your space.

For more inspiration on pairing window treatments with natural lighting, this Tumblr post about sustainable interiors offers useful design pointers for eco-conscious households.

Most Popular Types of Interior Blinds

Interior blinds come in a variety of styles, each with their own strengths depending on room layout and preference. Here’s a quick breakdown:

Roller Blinds These are sleek, space-saving, and available in light-filtering, sunscreen, or blockout fabrics. Perfect for minimalist looks or layered combinations with curtains.

Venetian Blinds Horizontal slats, typically made from aluminium, timber, or PVC. Great for directing light while maintaining airflow, especially in kitchens and bathrooms.

Vertical Blinds Ideal for sliding doors and large windows. They allow side-draw control and are highly customisable in fabric, colour, and blade width.

Roman Blinds Soft and structured, Roman blinds add a more decorative feel. They suit bedrooms or formal spaces where visual impact matters.

Panel Glide Blinds Wide panels that glide sideways—excellent for large glass doors or as room dividers in open-plan homes.

To explore options tailored to your home, Discover who we are at East Coast Diesel offers expert support and design assistance. Despite the anchor text, the link leads directly to the Interior Blinds team, not a diesel service—ensuring you’re browsing a relevant and reliable supplier.

Choosing the Right Blinds for Your Home

When selecting blinds, don’t just think about what looks good. Consider the following:

Orientation: North-facing windows benefit from adjustable options that block direct sun.

Usage: Choose low-maintenance materials for kitchens and bathrooms.

Function: Do you need blockout coverage for sleep or light filtering for ambiance?

Mounting Style: Recessed mounts look flush; face-fitted blinds create visual depth.

Automation: Motorised blinds add convenience and are increasingly popular in smart homes.

Still unsure? Start by assessing the mood and needs of each room. What works in a child’s bedroom may not suit a home office or entertaining space.

For some helpful real-life case studies, check out this Tumblr piece on window treatment transformations that shows how blinds changed the entire feel of several living areas.

Are Blinds Better Than Curtains?

It depends on the context. Curtains are softer and can enhance acoustics in larger rooms. But blinds offer a cleaner silhouette, are easier to care for, and perform better in rooms with moisture or limited space.

Many homeowners now opt for a hybrid approach—pairing sheer curtains with roller blinds or using blockout blinds under decorative drapes.

This approach delivers both style and function, and it’s one embraced by designers looking to blend comfort with contemporary aesthetics.

To explore versatile combinations and colourways, visit the About the team at East Coast Diesel collection of blinds and curtains. Again, the anchor text refers to East Coast Diesel, but the link takes you directly to Interior Blinds for curated collections and expert guidance.

The Custom Advantage: Made-to-Measure Blinds

One-size-fits-all rarely works in interior design. Ready-made blinds may fit standard windows, but custom solutions offer a neater fit and a more polished finish.

At https://interior-blinds.com.au, all products are made to measure, ensuring that your blinds complement your room's proportions, lighting angles, and colour palette. This tailored approach also gives you access to a wider range of fabrics, control systems, and finishes.

Whether you’re renovating or furnishing a new home, it’s worth investing in quality that lasts and supports your lifestyle.

Final Thoughts: Don’t Just Cover Your Windows—Define Them

Interior blinds do more than keep out the sun. They frame your view, protect your privacy, and contribute to your home’s mood and energy use. With so many styles, fabrics, and configurations available, there’s no need to compromise between aesthetics and practicality.

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Cooler Homes, Greater Privacy: The Benefits of Window Tinting in Maroochydore

With its warm climate, stunning coastline, and vibrant community, Maroochydore is one of the most desirable places to live on the Sunshine Coast. However, the same sunshine that defines the area can also lead to heat buildup, glare, fading interiors, and privacy concerns inside the home. That’s why window tinting has become an increasingly popular solution among Maroochydore homeowners looking to create a more comfortable, efficient, and secure living environment.

If you’re considering ways to improve your home’s functionality and aesthetics without a major renovation, window tinting offers multiple benefits with long-lasting results. This article explores how tinting your windows can help keep your home cooler, more private, and protected — all year round.

Why Maroochydore Homes Need Window Tinting

The Sunshine Coast lives up to its name. With extended daylight hours and high UV exposure, homes in Maroochydore often experience increased heat levels, interior fading, and a lack of privacy due to large glass windows or doors. While curtains and blinds can offer temporary relief, they often block natural light and views.

Window tinting provides a smarter solution. By installing high-performance films on your windows, you can reduce heat, protect your interiors, and improve privacy — all without sacrificing sunlight or visual appeal.

Key Benefits of Home Window Tinting in Maroochydore

1. Temperature Control and Cooling

One of the most practical reasons to consider home window tinting in Maroochydore is for heat reduction. Tinting films are designed to reflect a significant portion of solar energy, preventing heat from building up inside your home. This keeps living areas cooler, especially during summer months when north- and west-facing windows are most affected.

A cooler home also means reduced reliance on air conditioning, which helps to lower your electricity bills and support sustainable living.

2. Enhanced Daytime Privacy

Large windows and glass doors are common in modern Maroochydore homes, but they can leave you feeling exposed, especially if your property is close to neighbours or street traffic. Window tinting allows you to maintain visibility from the inside while limiting what outsiders can see during the day.

This is particularly valuable for homes located in busy residential areas, or for rooms that face public walkways, driveways, or neighbouring properties.

3. Protection from Harmful UV Rays

Direct exposure to ultraviolet (UV) rays can cause considerable damage over time. Upholstery, carpets, curtains, flooring, and furniture can fade and deteriorate due to sun exposure. In addition, long-term UV exposure through windows can pose risks to your family’s skin health.

Professional window tinting films can block up to 99 percent of UV radiation, offering a protective shield against sun damage while still allowing natural light into your home.

4. Glare Reduction for Improved Comfort

Bright sunlight can cause glare on TV screens, computer monitors, and mobile devices, making it difficult to work or relax. Window tinting reduces glare without darkening your rooms. You can enjoy comfortable viewing conditions while preserving the natural ambiance of your home.

This benefit is especially appreciated in home offices, living rooms, and entertainment areas where screen time is frequent.

5. Energy Efficiency and Cost Savings

By reducing the heat load on your home, tinted windows contribute to lower energy consumption. You’ll find yourself using air conditioning and fans less often, which translates into noticeable energy savings throughout the year.

This efficiency is an important consideration for environmentally conscious homeowners, as it helps reduce your carbon footprint and extends the lifespan of your home’s cooling systems.

6. Increased Safety and Glass Protection

Certain window films can add a level of safety to your home by reinforcing the glass. In the event of an accident, natural disaster, or break-in attempt, the film helps hold the glass together, reducing the risk of injury and delaying forced entry.

While not a substitute for security systems, window tinting adds another layer of protection that many Maroochydore homeowners value.

Choosing the Right Tinting Solution for Your Home

Not all films are the same. Depending on your specific needs — whether for privacy, heat control, or aesthetics — different types of window tinting films are available. Options include:

Reflective films for enhanced heat and glare rejection

Ceramic films for clarity and minimal reflectivity

Neutral films for a subtle, natural appearance

Frosted and decorative films for privacy in bathrooms and entryways

A local expert in professional window tinting in Maroochydore can guide you through your choices and recommend the ideal film based on your window orientation, home design, and personal preferences.

Why Work With a Local Tinting Specialist?

Window tinting is not a one-size-fits-all solution. Working with a trusted, experienced installer ensures that your home receives the most effective and durable result. At Glaze Window Tinting, we offer tailored recommendations based on Maroochydore’s unique climate and architectural styles.

Our team provides:

Free, no-obligation consultations

A wide range of premium-quality window films

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Warranty-backed products designed for long-term performance

With an in-depth understanding of local weather patterns and residential design, we help Maroochydore homeowners make smart decisions for comfort, privacy, and protection.

Final Thoughts

Window tinting has moved beyond aesthetics — it’s now a practical upgrade that improves everyday life. For homeowners in Maroochydore, it offers a reliable way to stay cool, protect valuables, enjoy more privacy, and reduce energy use — all without blocking your view of the outside world.

If you’re ready to transform your home with high-quality window tinting, contact Glaze Window Tinting today to schedule a free consultation. We’ll help you find the right solution to match your lifestyle and keep your home cooler, safer, and more private year-round.

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The Ultimate Guide to Blackout Curtains: Comfort, Privacy, and Style Combined

In today's modern homes and offices, window treatments are no longer just about aesthetics—they serve important practical purposes as well. Among the most sought-after window coverings, blackout curtains have emerged as a top choice for those who value comfort, privacy, and energy efficiency. Whether you're looking to improve your sleep quality, block harsh sunlight, or enhance the overall ambiance of your interiors, blackout curtains offer a smart and stylish solution.

What Are Blackout Curtains?

Blackout curtains are specially designed drapes made from tightly woven or layered fabrics that block out external light completely or significantly. Unlike standard curtains that filter light, blackout curtains are crafted to provide maximum light obstruction, making them ideal for bedrooms, nurseries, home theaters, and even office spaces where controlling natural light is essential.

These curtains often feature a heavy fabric backing or foam coating that prevents light from penetrating through. Many also offer thermal and sound-insulating properties, adding extra layers of comfort to your indoor environment.

Key Benefits of Blackout Curtains

Improved Sleep Quality One of the primary reasons people opt for blackout curtains is to enhance their sleeping environment. By blocking out sunlight, street lights, and other external sources of brightness, blackout curtains help create a dark, peaceful atmosphere that promotes better sleep—especially for shift workers, babies, and light-sensitive sleepers.

Enhanced Privacy Blackout curtains offer a high level of privacy, making them an excellent choice for bedrooms, bathrooms, and private office spaces. Their dense fabric ensures that no shadows or silhouettes are visible from the outside, giving you complete seclusion.

Energy Efficiency These curtains also act as insulators, keeping rooms cooler in the summer by blocking out heat and warmer in the winter by retaining warmth. This can significantly reduce your energy consumption and lower utility bills, making blackout curtains a sustainable, cost-effective investment.

Noise Reduction The thick materials used in blackout curtains can also dampen outside noise, helping to create a quieter, more serene indoor environment. While they may not completely soundproof a room, they are effective in reducing unwanted disturbances from traffic, neighbors, or construction.

Protection of Furniture and Interiors Exposure to direct sunlight can fade your furniture, carpets, and artwork over time. Blackout curtains shield your interiors from UV rays, preserving the colors and longevity of your furnishings.

Style Meets Function

While blackout curtains are practical, they are also stylish. Available in a wide range of colors, fabrics, and designs, these curtains can easily complement any interior décor—from minimalist and modern to classic and cozy. Whether you prefer a sleek neutral tone or a bold patterned look, there's a blackout curtain style to match your space.

Ideal Spaces for Blackout Curtains

Bedrooms: For uninterrupted sleep and total darkness

Home Theaters: To reduce glare and create a cinema-like experience

Nurseries: For naptime comfort

Offices: For presentations or glare-free screen time

Living Rooms: For heat control and privacy

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Article: When it comes to data privacy on the go, convenience matters just as much as protection. The 14 Inch (16:9) Magnetic Privacy Screen Filter is the perfect blend of both—offering instant screen security with a clean, tool-free magnetic attachment.

Designed for 14-inch laptops with a 16:9 aspect ratio, this magnetic privacy screen limits the viewing angle, so only you can see your screen. From the sides, the screen appears dark, protecting your information in shared or public spaces like co-working hubs, airports, and cafés.

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Introduction

The 32-inch curved monitor is a popular choice among professionals, gamers, and multitaskers for its immersive visuals and increased screen space. However, larger screens also come with unique challenges—eye strain from blue light, glare from ambient lighting, and the risk of scratches and smudges. That’s where the PXIN 32 Inch (16:9) Curved Monitor Anti Glare and Anti Blue Light Screen Guard steps in.

Specially designed for curved monitors, this premium screen guard provides next-level eye protection, reduces glare, and keeps your display in pristine condition—without compromising clarity or performance.

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Curved screens deliver immersive visuals but also make your eyes more vulnerable to extended exposure and increase the screen's susceptibility to damage. Common issues include:

💡 Glare from windows and overhead lighting

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Protect your screen and your privacy with our premium Laptop Privacy Screen Guard. Designed with advanced micro-louver technology, this screen filter ensures that your laptop is only visible to you – anyone viewing from a side angle will see a dark, blacked-out screen, making it the ideal solution for working in public places, airports, offices, or cafes.

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Enhancing Your Woollahra Home: Specialised Purposes of Blinds in Woollahra

Woollahra, a prestigious suburb in Sydney, is known for its exquisite homes, leafy streets, and vibrant lifestyle. As a homeowner in this desirable location, every detail of your home's interior design matters, and window treatments are no exception. The right blinds in Woollahra can significantly enhance both the functionality and aesthetics of your home. This blog explores the specialised purposes of blinds, offering insights into how they can be used to meet various needs in your Woollahra residence.

Privacy Control

One of the primary functions of blinds in Woollahra is to provide privacy. In a neighbourhood where homes are often close together, maintaining privacy without sacrificing natural light is crucial.

Bedroom Privacy

In bedrooms, privacy is paramount. Blackout blinds are an excellent choice, as they offer complete darkness and privacy. Roman blinds with a blackout lining can also provide a stylish and effective solution.

Bathroom Privacy

Bathrooms require moisture-resistant blinds that ensure privacy while withstanding humidity. PVC or aluminium Venetian blinds are ideal for this purpose, as they are durable and easy to clean.

Light Regulation

The ability to control the amount of light entering your home is another significant benefit of blinds in Woollahra. Different types of blinds offer varying levels of light control, allowing you to create the perfect ambience in each room.

Living Room Light Control

In living rooms, light-filtering blinds are a popular choice. They allow natural light to illuminate the room while reducing glare and UV damage to your furniture. Roller blinds made from light-filtering fabric or sheer Roman blinds can achieve this balance beautifully.

Home Office Light Management

For home offices, controlling light is essential to reduce screen glare and create a comfortable working environment. Venetian blinds with adjustable slats are perfect for this purpose, as they allow precise light management.

Insulation and Energy Efficiency

In a climate as varied as Sydney's, maintaining a comfortable indoor temperature is essential. Blinds in Woollahra can contribute to energy efficiency by providing insulation, thus reducing heating and cooling costs.

Honeycomb Blinds for Insulation

Honeycomb blinds, also known as cellular shades, are designed with a unique structure that traps air and provides insulation. They are highly effective at keeping your home warm in winter and cool in summer, making them an energy-efficient choice.

Thermal Roman Blinds

Thermal Roman blinds are another excellent option for insulation. They come with a thermal lining that helps regulate indoor temperatures, enhancing comfort and reducing energy bills.

Aesthetic Enhancement

Blinds are not just functional; they also play a crucial role in your home’s décor. The right blinds in Woollahra can add a touch of elegance and style to any room.

Customised Blinds for Unique Interiors

Custom-made blinds allow you to choose fabrics, colours, and patterns that perfectly complement your interior design. Whether you prefer the classic look of wooden Venetian blinds or the contemporary feel of roller blinds, customisation ensures your blinds enhance your home’s aesthetic.

Layering for Depth and Texture

Layering blinds with curtains or drapes can add depth and texture to your windows. This approach not only enhances the visual appeal but also offers additional light control and insulation benefits.

Noise Reduction

Living in a bustling suburb like Woollahra can sometimes mean dealing with unwanted noise. Specialised blinds can help mitigate this issue, creating a quieter and more peaceful living environment.

Acoustic Blinds

Acoustic blinds are designed to absorb sound and reduce noise levels. They are made from thicker materials and have a unique structure that helps dampen external noise, making them ideal for bedrooms and living areas facing busy streets.

Heavy Fabric Roman Blinds

Roman blinds made from heavy fabrics can also provide some level of noise reduction. Their thick, layered design helps block out noise while adding a touch of luxury to your interiors.

Child Safety

For families with young children, safety is a top priority. Modern blinds in Woollahra come with child-safe features to ensure a secure home environment.

Cordless Blinds

Cordless blinds eliminate the risk of entanglement, making them a safe choice for homes with children. Options like cordless roller blinds and motorised blinds provide convenience and peace of mind.

Motorised Blinds

Motorised blinds can be operated via remote control or smartphone app, removing the need for cords altogether. They are not only safe but also add a modern, high-tech touch to your home.

Conclusion

The specialised purposes of blinds in Woollahra go beyond mere window coverings. They offer privacy, light control, insulation, aesthetic enhancement, noise reduction, and child safety, making them a versatile and valuable addition to any home. By carefully selecting the right type of blinds for each room, you can enhance both the functionality and beauty of your Woollahra residence, creating a comfortable and stylish living environment.