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˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ౨ৎ˚₊ 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮!! I’ve been getting so many requests and messages about the resources I use to make my graphics + dividers soooo I made this cheat sheet for the resources + apps I use. Please keep in mind not everything is free to use or easy to use!!! These are the apps & browsers that I’ve been using for years and they work for me. I’m sure there are better & easier ways of doing things but this is what works for me and that’s okay <3 I also didn’t have the patience to make this aesthetically pleasing like I always do… so forgive me 😭

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ᝰ.ᐟ Pinterest is a visual discovery and bookmarking platform designed for inspiration and idea curation. Unlike traditional social media apps focused on social interaction, Pinterest centers around interests.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I use pinterest for PNGs, theme inspo, basically what the app is used for. My Pinterest is this, you can follow me if you want and see all my boards!!! I’ve had it for years so it’s a little chaotic, but one thing at a time…

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: You can create your own boards + sections. It’s very good for organizing your different thoughts and aesthetics. Can be used for different purposes. I have boards for writing, my OCs, really just random things. Has a lot of different aesthetics, every one you can think of from angelcore, mcbling, Sanrio, cybercore, goth, etc. You’ll have a harder time not finding something you want or like.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: A lot of artwork is published on there with no clear credit to the original author who made it. A lot of photos are also recycled so you’ll start to notice there’s a lot of the same aesthetic icons or photos under different accounts. This can be a pro or a con just depends on how you see it.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: I love this app a lot, I use it for so many things. A lot of my PNGs come from here for my dividers and what not. Usually I edit them too so I’m not directly taking something without giving it my own twist.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 10/10

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐆𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐘 ᝰ.ᐟ GIPHY is a GIF search engine and creation platform—basically the internet’s go-to hub for finding and sharing short looping animations (GIFs), stickers, and reaction clips.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I use GIPHY strictly for stickers. They’re animated PNGs I use for dividers from time to time. GIPHY is a pretty goofy place so there’s a lot of goofy things that don’t fit my aesthetic. With that being said there is also a lot of stuff that is cool and worth using once you take the time to find it. You can find accounts that are more professional & aesthetic that post cool stickers.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: Has png animated stickers you can use. Has accounts that are pretty cool and post cute & aesthetic stickers. Easy to download images and easy to use in general.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: Doesn’t really go by aesthetics like Pinterest does. If you type in an aesthetic it doesn’t really post things relating to it. Hard to find cool stickers worth using (in my opinion)

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: none

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 7/10

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 ᝰ.ᐟ Tumblr is a microblogging platform and social network that blends creative expression, personal aesthetics, and niche community vibes all in one. It’s a hybrid space where users post multimedia content—text, images, GIFs, videos, quotes, and audio—onto their customizable blogs.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I think it’s pretty obvious what i use tumblr for. But on a business basis it’s good for PNGs and divider inspo when you need it.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: Creative freedom, fandom & subculture heaven, expressive & honest environment, aesthetic curation, no algorithm timeline, anonymity, ad-light. You can really find your community here and stick with them. You can post whatever you want, design your blog however you want, expression is fun and encouraged. A lot of creators give dividers & PNGs for free with only a credit requirement.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: Bots, gets political sometimes, trolls. I never deal with them or have to deal with rude comments or bots, but they exist. People can steal your works as use as their own (hasn’t happened for me but ik it’s happened to some). Sometimes the database doesn’t work randomly (can’t tag others, can’t queue, etc.) minor grievances that happen randomly and can take hours to days to randomly fix itself.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: Overall I use this app for running my own blog (obviously). I do use it for inspo a lot but because I make my own graphics I try not to use anybody else’s. And if I do use someone else’s graphic I always try to edit it my own way to fit my blog. Be aware of creators rules & guidelines if you’re going to use their things, everyone has their own regulations when it comes to content recycling.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 10/10

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐘 ᝰ.ᐟ Etsy is an online marketplace focused on handmade, vintage, and unique goods. It’s the go-to platform for shoppers looking for personalized, artistic, or non-mass-produced items—and for creators who want to sell them.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: To be honest, I might only use this option like once or twice a year but I’ll go ahead and add it anyway. Sometimes if I’m feeling lazy or unmotivated I’ll buy a digital set of dividers I build off of. Obviously Etsy is its own thing but I’m just speaking on a divider editing purpose.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: You can find digital downloads of dividers, PNGs, anything virtual related you might need. Sellers have cute borders and PNGs handmade from them that they sell for others. A good starting point if you don’t have any entirely original or creative ideas but need to start somewhere.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: Obviously because this is a store you have to buy the products. They’re usually pretty cheap for a set of lace borders or PNGs, nothing I’ve used in the past was over $5 but I don’t use this option enough to have real understanding of its cons and pros 😭

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: none

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 10/10

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐄 ᝰ.ᐟ PicCollage is a fun, beginner-friendly photo editing and collage-making app that lets you easily create aesthetic collages, scrapbooks, cards, and digital layouts using your photos, stickers, text, and backgrounds.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: This is my primary way of making gif dividers. It’s a weird option for sure but it goes to show you don’t need really high tech software and fancy apps to make beautiful things!!! I’ve been using this for a while and it does the job so I never bothered looking for anything else. Maybe someday I’ll upgrade lol

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: You can add gifs and still images to the same post.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: There are no transparent background options, you have to remove the background from another source. Unless you pay for its services it gives you a watermark when you’re done. Makes the collages into videos if there is an animated GIF in it.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: This one is iffy for me as I use it in my own way with my own understanding of how to make it work. I’m sure there are better options out there like actual photoshop I just don’t have the patience to buy a pc and do it. I do everything from my own phone so this is from an entirely IOS standpoint.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 6/10

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀 ᝰ.ᐟ Canva is a graphic design platform that makes it easy for anyone—beginner or pro—to create beautiful visuals. From social media graphics to business presentations, Canva gives you drag-and-drop design power without needing to learn complex software.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I actually don’t use Canva, maybe once or twice in my history. I do reference it from time to time but it’s very rare. I’m only adding it in because it is a good platform to use with reliable PNGs and beginner friendly software. You don’t need to be a pro.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: Has a lot of good resources and once you find aesthetic and cool creators you can follow them. It’s easy to use and has a lot of good stuff made my people or uploaded by others.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: Some stickers / PNGs you need to have some kind of subscription for them or pay for them + AKA many features have a paywall. Doesn’t include advanced photo editing software.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: I do like this app I just don’t use it personally. It’s good for business / professional matters with a lot of good templates to use. It can also be used for aesthetic tumblr purposes if you know what you’re doing :).

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 9/10

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 ᝰ.ᐟ VITA is a mobile video editing app that’s perfect for creating aesthetic, stylish, and professional-looking videos—especially for social media. It’s beginner-friendly but packed with trendy, powerful features.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I use it to make my edits of the gifs I use for my very once in a blue moon super rare fics.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: You can add effects and words to gifs and make an aesthetically pleasing short edit. It’s a good beginners point if you do want to go into editing videos. I really like the effects and the way I can write on gifs. I believe it’s pretty easy to use for editing purposes and offers a lot of cool effects and options.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: VITA uses a watermark but I believe you can turn that off for free. It saves any animations you make as videos so you have to turn it back into a gif using a second source. Some features are behind a paywall but I’ve never needed them so I don’t worry about it.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: I really do like this app for making a small cutesy edit for a fic or a pinned post or something. It’s not something to use for real video editing where you can manipulate more specific cuts, audios, etc.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 9/10

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐓 ᝰ.ᐟ Picsart is an all-in-one photo and video editing app that lets you turn ordinary content into aesthetic, creative, and eye-catching art. It combines the power of Photoshop-level tools with the ease of a mobile app.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I use picsart for just about any divider I make. My account is this, where I also provide stickers and resources on there. Of course I haven’t posted everything I’ve ever used as I couldn’t be bothered to edit every single png and post it but you get the idea. I use the transparent background which is key to making dividers. You want to avoid having to remove the background from images as much as possible as it can make it look grainy and weird.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: Has soooo many cute and aesthetic PNGs & stickers for making dividers. Like I said, I use this primarily to make mine. It’s very versatile for a photo editing software that incorporates cropping, drawing, effects, overlays, collage making, transparent backgrounds, etc. Many core features are primarily free. You can follow accounts with cute stickers and reference them for any post / divider you make.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: Like many other services Piscart’s pro features are behind a paywall, you’d need a subscription to access everything (which I have because that’s what I want to do and it makes it easier for me). When you’re like me who makes dividers a lot having the subscription is a lot easier than not. With that being said you can still access very cute and aesthetic things to make something dazzling, you don’t need the subscription in order to use the app how you want to, it’s just a bonus.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: None, I think I got my point across.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 9/10

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 ᝰ.ᐟ Phonto is a simple yet powerful mobile app (iOS and Android) focused exclusively on adding text to photos—perfect for creating quotes, social posts, invitations, and more.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I use it for a lot of my posts, especially my pinned posts or more aesthetic posts. I use it anytime I need an image of works or when I need words for my dividers.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: Has a simple, user-friendly interface. Has a massive font library where you can also upload your own fonts (I use dafont.com and always have). Has highly customizable text options where you can make your own colors, resize, curve, center align, shadow, spacing, etc. The app is completely free and so easy to use. I use it for everything honestly. No sign-up required, you start creating immediately.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: none really, it’s not a photo editing software it’s strictly only text on photos.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: I’ve been using this for years. Get it if you don’t have it trust me.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 10/10

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑 ᝰ.ᐟ Polarr is a robust and versatile photo‑ and video‑editing platform available on mobile (iOS/Android), web, and desktop (macOS/Windows). It blends professional-grade features with an approachable, user-friendly interface—ideal for both beginners and seasoned creators.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I use it to edit any PNGs or dividers I want to make a more cohesive color. I use it to edit photos, change hues, etc. Another app I rely on religiously.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: Despite the many advanced photo editing features it’s very easy to use and understand. It has precision masking and selective editing, my go-to for editing photos or dividers to match the theme I’m going for. It’s also good for a lot of professional photography as well. I really love how many aesthetic filters are on there and you can follow the creators you love as well as make your own filters. You can also find a lot of filters on Pinterest and easily upload them to Polarr.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: Like many other things advanced features are behind a paywall. In my opinion if you don’t have the subscription to it it’s not worth using unless you wanna watch a 30 second ad after every filter you apply and save to camera roll. When you use it once in a while it’s fine but when you’re like me who’s constantly editing something it’s better to have the subscription than not. Also, while it does have advanced features I can see that those would be intimidating to new users. It’s a learning curve you need patience with if you do wanna apply effects to your own photos.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: I will say this is one of those apps that if you don’t have the subscription to it’s kinda annoying to use, but the subscription is so worth it and it’s not that expensive. Obviously I pay for the subscription but there’s other alternatives like Photopea you can apply filters to for free. I just like this one more because I’m comfortable with it and it’s more convenient than having to get a PSD, go on Photopea, duplicate layer, blah blah blah 😭

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 9/10

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 ᝰ.ᐟ DeviantArt is a social platform where artists and art enthusiasts connect by sharing, discovering, and critiquing all kinds of creative work—digital art, traditional drawing, photography, literature, animation, sculpture, and more.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I use it strictly for PSD’s that I use for my gif edits. I don’t really use it or actually go on it only when I need a photo effect or PSD.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: Speaking on a strictly divider making premise it’s not really used for that but there are PNGS and virtual download options you can use. I only use it for PSD’s for Photopea and most of the time I can get them for free.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: Some PSD’s you need to pay the creator or however DeviantArt works 😭 I just don’t get those and get a free one instead.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: none really

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 10/10

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 ᝰ.ᐟ Remini is a powerful AI-powered photo and video enhancement app—available on iOS, Android, and web—that specializes in restoring low-quality visuals through one-tap magic.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I actually don’t use this anymore, I used to back in the day and thought it was worth mentioning. I used it to enhance any photos that were blurry or grainy. It makes them smooth and removes the blurriness & graininess.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: Helps make dividers or PNGs AI-enhanced and gets rid of any grain or blurriness.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: The free version is limited and ad heavy. You have to watch an ad before the photo or video is enhanced. I don’t use it that often or really at all so I don’t mind the ad every once in a while.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: none

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 9/10

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐏𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐔𝐓 ᝰ.ᐟ Pixelcut is an AI‑powered photo and graphic editing platform—available as a mobile app (iOS/Android), web tool, and even via API—designed especially for e-commerce sellers, content creators, and small teams.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: Another website I don’t use as much. I use it to remove the background from photos from time to time and it’s not that bad in my opinion. I’m offering it as a second option to my main option.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: none, just a backup for remove.bg.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 9/10

. ݁⋆ ۶ URL ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ pixelcut website . . .

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐄𝐙𝐆𝐈𝐅 ᝰ.ᐟ Ezgif.com is a free, web-based toolset focused on creating and editing animated GIFs—but it also supports formats like APNG, WebP, AVIF, and offers basic video editing functionalities.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I use this website for anything gif related. Cropping, resizing, removing gif background, turning videos into gifs, etc. It’s a website I swear by and if you don’t use it yet or haven’t used it yet you really really should. Whenever I make dividers I use this to make an image into a gif (moving sparkles, moving objects, etc).

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: It’s totally free and easy to use. You can add simple / basic effects, adjust settings + hues, remove background, crop, etc. for gifs and it really comes in handy for simple things you need to do.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: It doesn’t use advanced features for video / gif making like Photopea. I’ve found that some of the tools are a little wonky to use like overlays. It can seem confusing at first when it comes to optimizing, tint hue, things like that that are a bit more specific.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: This is my go-to for any basic function I need to use on a gif or divider. For simple animated dividers like moving sparkles, moving hearts, etc. This is what I use by making several still images into gifs.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 10/10

. ݁⋆ ۶ URL ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ ezgif.com . . .

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄.𝐁𝐆 ᝰ.ᐟ Remove.bg is a fast, AI-driven background removal website and app that automatically isolates subjects—people, objects, animals—and removes the background in just seconds, with a single click.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: This is my main go-to for background removal on PNGs or anything I need the background removed from. It’s my first option and is always super reliable.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: Easily removes backgrounds clean and easy with a tap of a button. Provides eraser or restore tools to areas you don’t want erased or need to erase.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: Back when I started using it everything was completely free, but I’ve noticed that for an hd version of the finished protect you have to pay for it. I’m not sure what the difference is but it looks like the site is getting popular enough to put a paywall on its features. Be wary 😭

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: I’ve never had to pay for anything, and I’m sure that it offers other services but I just use the remove background tool, so you’d have to explore on your own.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 9/10

. ݁⋆ ۶ URL ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ remove.bg website . . .

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐀 ᝰ.ᐟ Photopea is a browser-based, ad-supported graphic editor that runs entirely in your browser—no uploads, no installations. It processes files locally, keeping your data private.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: Okay so Photopea is definitely a more advanced software even I haven’t fully understood yet. I use it to add PSDs, combine gifs, or whatever else I need to do that involves gifs or photos. I’m not perfect at it and really only know how to do the things I need to if that makes sense. It’s another version of photoshop but I just prefer using this one as I’m on my phone and it’s easier for IOS users 😭

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: It offers many advanced features like photoshop, and is my favorite one to use since I can’t really use photoshop on my phone. It supports a wide range of file types like JPG, PNG, PDF, etc. It’s free to use and you don’t need to pay for anything. It’s a browser and there is no installation needed. It’s fairly simple to use in my opinion when you have experience with photoshop / editing (as I do), so it’s even easier to use once you really know what you’re doing.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: There are ads in the free version but likeee I don’t use it as a professional so idk what a paid version would offer as the free version offers everything you need. The interface is definitely complicated to new users and can be intimidating. Not as refined as Photoshop itself but it’s definitely a good mobile version.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: I personally really do love this browser and once you learn the basics of what you’re doing it’s much easier to understand.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 9.3/10

. ݁⋆ ۶ URL ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ photopea browser . . .

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 ᝰ.ᐟ This website is what I use to edit my text colors & gradients. It offers, single color, three color gradients, two color gradients, & rainbow gradient.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: This is your go-to website for making gradient texts on your posts. It offers variety on what kind of gradient you want and is so easy to use. I obviously use it for any colored text I have in my posts.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: Gives you a variety of gradient options and is very simple and easy to use.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: none

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: none

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 10/10

. ݁⋆ ۶ URL ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ text gradient website . . .

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 ᝰ.ᐟ Amino is a mobile-first community-based social network where users join or create “Aminos”—small, interest-driven communities (like anime, K-pop, gaming, art, writing, LGBTQ+, and more) to chat, share, and connect .

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I don’t use this much anymore but I definitely think I should mention it. I know Amino is its own thing but it has good pages with cute symbol combos and aesthetic blog designs. That’s all I ever used it for.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: This app isn’t used specifically for symbol combos but you can find pages that offer cute aesthetic symbols and designs. I used to go on here a lot for them but then I just started making my own for the most part or going to my other website mentioned below.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 6/10

. ݁⋆ ۶ URL ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ amino website . . .

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐒 ᝰ.ᐟ This website is used for the majority of my aesthetic symbol combos I use on posts if I don’t make any myself.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I use it for every symbol combo you’ve ever seen on my page. I make a lot of my own symbol combos using these and sometimes I just copy and paste.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔: Has many aesthetic symbol combos made by users + you can make your own. There’s a search engine where you can type in what kind of symbols you want and it always provides based on what you searched. This is my go-to.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔: There’s not really any cons but I definitely see political statements from users from time to time.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: none

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 10/10

. ݁⋆ ۶ URL ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ aesthetic emoji combos website . . .

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 ᝰ.ᐟ This is a website that offers many photo editing services such as cropping, resizing, rotating, any more. All free of charge with no account or sign up needed.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: Pretty self-explanatory. I use this to crop really really thin dividers because picsart has a limit on how thin you can crop something.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: none

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 10/10

. ݁⋆ ۶ URL ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ crop image website . . .

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 ᝰ.ᐟ ImageColorPicker is a streamlined, web-based tool that lets you extract exact color codes from any image, entirely within your browser—no uploads or accounts required.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I use this to help me make gradient text to match a color centered post. Every fic I’ve ever written follows a color scheme mostly, and I’ll use this to help me pinpoint exactly what color to make my gradient text to match the theme I’m going for.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: none

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 10/10

. ݁⋆ ۶ URL ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ color picker website . . .

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 ᝰ.ᐟ Color Hunt is a popular, curated platform for discovering and sharing beautiful color palettes—perfect for designers, artists, developers, and anyone in need of color inspiration.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓: I use this as another way of editing a photo to a certain color scheme / mood. I upload my color palettes from here to Polarr and use that as a coloring scheme / overlay whenever I need to.

‧₊˚✧ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.: none

‧₊˚✧ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 10/10

. ݁⋆ ۶ URL ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ color hunt website . . .

At the end of the day making dividers or graphics takes time and effort. I’ll spend all day on just one or two things 😭 It takes creativity but there’s nothing wrong with taking inspiration from others. I hope this helped a little bit for those who wanted help in getting started on their own. Once ya’ll get into it and find your own websites + apps that work for you I’ll be out of a job 😫🩶🤍

#❀⋆ ─ 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⊹❀ ֙⋆#─ ·˚꒰ 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎. ꒱ ₊˚ˑ #`✦ 𝓫𝓸𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼ˑ ִ⊹#graphic help #dividers #aesthetic #pink themes #pink #pink dividers

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spicy30 · 2 months ago

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A Giant Woman

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Siren!Tall!Reader

Rating: 18+

Not proofread

Tags: @pastelivy16, @zomqiez

Warnings: Self pleasure

“Invincible saves an Angel.” The title is shown on his phone. A photo of you in his arms, hugging him tightly, your wings covering his face, and only the back of your head visible. Though if he zooms in enough until the picture is grainy, he can see the grip he has on you. The fat of your thighs prominent against his tight grip.

He bit the side of his cheek before throwing his phone to the side.

He just confessed to Eve for goodness sake! He CANNOT be thinking about another woman right now. (Even if all he can think about is the swell of your breasts pushing against his face.)

A slight throb goes through his brain. Mark winces, grabbing the back of his head, though the pain felt deeper. Though just as quickly as it came, it left. He gave a short sigh, grabbing his phone again and swiping out of the news page (but never closing the page) shoving his phone into the pocket of his pants. He swung his backpack over one shoulder walking out of his dorm making his way to class.

Mid-way, his hands grew clammy. He felt sticky. It was hot and humid, but he had checked the weather. It’s 70˚ right now. There is a slight pressure on his abdomen. He clears his throat. Maybe he has to go to the bathroom. (He knows better.)

Finally he takes out his phone, and automatically his thumb presses on the search engine on his phone and that news photo comes up once more. This time he can feel the rush of blood traveling to his cock.

What. The. Fuck.

He pulled his shirt down hoping it’ll magically elongate and cover his growing boner.

Just wonderful.

He looked down to the picture and suddenly a phantom feeling was felt in his arm. Your thighs tight in his arms. Then it was on the right side of his face. As if he could feel your tits against his face.

This is starting to hurt.

Mark quickly scrolled past the picture. Unfortunately for him, another picture from another angle was shown. One from right under the both of you. His hands once again felt clammy, they wanted to zoom in, but Mark knows if he does, he’s not going to class.

No, he won’t zoom in. He will not try to look to see if he can see anything from the angle that looks right under you as you’re only wearing skimpy underwear. No he won’t look for it.

He has a girlfriend. He’s with Eve now. Balling his hand into a fist he closed out the page. Ignoring the want to search up the page again. Walked up the stairs to the building where his class was being held. Opening the door he took a seat in the back of the grand lecture hall. He had ten minutes to spare. Normally he’d go on his phone, but right now that didn’t seem like the best idea.

He kept his backpack on his lap as he took out a notebook and a pencil. It was hot in this class. Uncapping his water bottle, he took a large swing from it. The water was cool. It felt nice as he went down his throat. The coolness spread through his body. He wiped his mouth before the drop of water could slide down his chin.

He grabbed the pencil hitting against the notebook, then his leg started bouncing. Mark couldn’t stop moving. Why couldn’t he stop moving?

He inhaled sharply when his phone buzzed. The buzz was close to his to his now softening dick. He pulled it out seeing a text message from Eve.

‘Hey can we talk after your class today?’ Mark’s eyes scanned the text message. He hadn’t talked to her yesterday. He…wait. Actually, he can’t remember anything after he killed the alien who threw him into the building.

What did he do yesterday? He can’t remember. He can’t remember how he got home. His brows furrowed as he texted back ‘sure. I end class at 1:50.’

Reflexively his hand went to a social media app. An edit of him popped up. A small smirk formed as he liked and opened the comments, though quickly closed them shaking his head.

He scrolled past it after liking it. Then there was another edit of him, though this one was with Eve. A ship edit. Those were common, though now he was with her. Now he doesn’t feel so guilty liking the video.

Another scroll, this time a video of a woman picking out tomatoes doing that thing most women he knew did. Feeling the fruit or vegetable seeing if it’s good or not. His mom does it a lot. He still doesn’t know how it works. The text read: “POV: Your offer is taken into consideration”

Her boyfriend offers tomatoes, she rejects them, having him make a face. Mark smiles a bit, until the final one is accepted.

Mark smiles again before scrolling. The next video was some audio and with text that read: “Only divas know what I saw.” He rolled his eyes and scrolled past it.

Mark continued to scroll, his mind being numbed by the videos allowing time to pass until his professor finally arrived. Turning off his phone the lecture began. Half-way through the lecture once he understood the concept he went ahead in the problems assigned. Once finished, he took out his phone once more, connecting his headphone and opening a social media app once more. After a few scrolls he came across a video he had never gotten before.

It was a slideshow. “Old Gen.” There were pictures of women. All pictures look to have been taken before the 2000s or at the very least before the 2010s. He swiped and once more a throb was felt in his head.

“New Gen.” There were four pictures, each of different women but his eyes looked towards yours. You were in a white dress. It was a tight one. Outlined your figure. The picture had been taken mid-walk. Hair was slicked back and your face was neutral.

His hands felt clammy again.

Quickly, he scrolled past it ignoring the slight headache coming on.

He scrolled absentmindedly trying to ignore the feeling of wanting to scroll back up and look at your photo. He felt his pants grow tighter by the minute.

He scrolled once more looking up making sure he wasn’t going to be left behind. A song was playing. It was one of those audios he usually got edited to. Though when he looked down his mouth went dry. The first clip was one of you posing on the end of a runway with a sultry smile. The next clip was of another woman posing on another runway. Side by side with each other, more clips played. One of you pointing as you walk the runway in lingerie, the next of a clip zoomed into your lower-half showing off the design work. (He could feel the strain on his paints and soon his cock developed a heartbeat of its own.)

More and more clips of you wearing exposing clothing flashed on his screen then followed by more clips of women they showed beside you.

He scrolled past it ignoring the pain that was starting to grow between his thighs.

“She refused to enter the courtroom because the outfit she was given to wear was not up to her standards. The angry judge told her: this is unacceptable and inappropriate. This is not a fashion show.” The audio sounded in his headphones as more clips played of you with the text reading ‘The model who conquered the world in under a year.’

He took in a shaky breath refreshing his feed.

A new station sharing the story of Eve’s latest save showed on his screen. There on his screen was Eve helping children before flying off.

He quickly scrolled. Mark just can’t right now. Here he is, hard in the middle of lecture over a woman he just met and not his girlfriend.

He scrolled one more time.

“Oh god.” Mark mumbled.

The text read: “When the cameraman couldn’t take his eyes off her.” A video played of you once again in lingerie, this time red. The bra highlighted the roundness of your tits nicely and when you turned the mini skirt you wore gave him a nice view of your ass and how the fat of it moved as you walked away.

Yeah. He wasn’t making it through this lecture. Quickly Mark stood up and walked out of the lecture, the audio still playing as he sped walked out the building trying to rush back to his dorm. He was damn near flying up the stairs to his dorm.

Finally inside he shut the door. It rang loudly and he flinched. He closed it too hard. Hopefully it wasn’t broken.

He sighed laying on his bed taking off his pants relieving the pressure, if only a bit. He simply lay on the bed trying to psych himself out of pleasuring himself to a woman who was definitely NOT his girlfriend.

But it hurt. And his head was starting to hurt more. His hand brushed his cock before he ripped away.

“No.” he told himself firmly before taking off his shirt. He laid on his bed with just his boxers on. He doesn’t know how long he laid on his bed simply looking at his ceiling. He brought his mind to Eve and despite the headache, the throb between his legs lessened. (Which is weird, because shouldn’t it be the other way around?....Mark doesn’t think too much into it.)

He closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths. A nap should help. Eve wouldn’t be here for another hour anyways. Yeah…a nap should help. Take his mind off of you and soothe his headache. Mark shut his eyes, starting to count ignoring the pressure on his abdomen.

Bright eyes looked at him. Eyes that drew him in. Eyes he couldn’t look away. Then he looked down and saw pretty skin that shined in such a way that cannot be human. The hue shining beautifully in the sun. Breasts being pushing creating a round shape. Long nimble fingers pulling his hair and tracing his cheek.

Then a wet tongue licked the side of his face. It was warm and it felt good. Nails trailed lightly over his torso. Then his abs were licked. God!

Mark gasped, waking himself up. He groaned before his hand went to cup his aching cock, squeezing it ever so slightly giving him a moment of pleasure. He looked over to the clock.

1:45

He can finish quickly, right?

His mind is foggy. Sliding down his boxers he squeezed his tip forcing his pre to come out. He spread it over his cock as lubricant. He gave a deep sigh before he began to stroke himself. The clip of your breasts being pushed up by the bra flashed through his mind. He squeezed his dick tighter, groaning. He squeezed it too tight. (Should serve him right. Thinking of you instead of his girlfriend who would be here within five minutes.)

He imagined what your tits would feel like against his cock. They were big, or at least they looked big. You’d have enough to squeeze his cock with, right?

Yeah, you would. He continued to stroke himself, though he imagined your hands. Hands he felt against his neck when you held onto him. Surely they’d be softer than his.

The coil within him began to tighten.

Mark shuddered, head tipping back against his pillows. His eyebrows scrunched together, eyes half-lidded and allowing the pleasure to seek through his veins.

Mark squeezed the head of his cock once more, finding that sweet spot under his tip as he imagined the way your eyes would look up to him in wonder as you smiled at him, playing with his cock, watching it come alive. Pumped and angry all because of you. Because of your eyes, because of your lips, because of your tits, because of your ass.

All because of you he was like this.

You had him like this when it should be you. After all, he saved you. Not the other way around.

Mark shut his eyes mindlessly keeping the rapid movement of stroking his length, roughly so.

Fuck it felt good.

What would it feel like to shove himself inside your mouth? Did you know how to give bowjobs? Would it graze your pearly white teeth or did you have experience?

Mark groaned again, squeezing himself too hard at the thought. Were you a virgin? Would he be the one to pop your cherry or had someone else done it already? What face would you make? A face of pain probably. He’d kiss you to make it better. In the end, it doesn’t matter, as long as he can shove himself inside of you, make you a part of him. No, it doesn’t matter.

Maybe he wouldn’t fuck you as Mark. He’d probably have a better chance a fucking you as Ivincible. Have you call him by his superhero name, never knowing it was him. Keep you separate from his normal life.

Jerking his hips into his hands, more images of you flashed. He grabbed the sheets tightly. Imagining it was instead your ass. The fatty part nearest to your cunt. His hips stuttered as his jaw fell open. White hot spurts of cum splattered over his stomach which kept flexing trying to fuck his hand for as long he could.

Mark stayed still, the fog in his brain clearing as he grimaced at his thoughts and his actions. Looking over to the clock it read 1:50.

”Shit.” Mark got up pouring some water on a towel before he started to clean himself. His legs were slightly unstable but quickly he put on his clothes before going to go sit at his desk deciding it’s safer to open a comic book than his phone, lest another edit of yours is shown.

…

“Mark, I only have an hour for lunch. Why are we here?” Eve hung onto his arm looking around at the sights of the city. “Not that I mind, but y’know it’s a little far.”

Mark only gave an awkward smile as he looked around. He doesn’t know why he chose this place. Maybe it has to do with the pain deep in his head when Eve got too close to kissing him so he suggested going out to dinner.

The guilt is eating him alive.

But something is calling him. Calling him to this city.

Milan, Italy.

“I thought it would be nice.” Just a gut feeling. Eve pulled him to a small store selling gelato. As they both ordered and of course Mark paid, they continued to walk around the city. It was crowded. Fashion week was nearing. (How does he know that? He doesn’t know. Maybe that fashion program he has running in the background all the time is getting to him.)

Finally after walking around for twenty minutes Eve spotted a restaurant that satisfied her. He hopes it’s not a tourist trap. Those are expensive. Again Mark was taken by Eve by his arm to the restaurant. It was on a busy street.

His head hurts.

A lot of people are waking up. Mark can’t really see any of them. He sees some faces only for them to be forgotten the next. He looked down to Eve who was smiling at him. He returned the smile. In a sea of people. Mark only sees Eve.

His head hurts.

However, in a sea of people he can only hear a single laugh and it’s not Eve’s. That same feeling as before. As if it’s being whispered in his ear. The laugh is soft. It’s pretty. It’s perfect.

As Eve turns back to the hostess, Mark’s head jerks away and he insteads looks through the sea of people. He can’t see anyone.

Then Eve takes him by the hand once more as they’re led to a table outside by the hostess. Mark looks once more into the crowd of people and his breath hitches.

A giant woman.

You are tall. Really tall. At least a foot taller than everyone else around you. A god walking amongst men. Everyone is looking at you. Not just him.

There’s also a man walking behind you. A man just as tall as you, well actually he’s a bit shorter. (Is he though?—Yes he is. Mark has decided so.) He’s carrying bags and you’re not. You’re walking, slowly and sensually.

(His headache has been forgotten.)

You’re looking ahead, never paying heed to people who stare in awe. Not even him and it’s bothering him just a little bit.

He doesn’t even know he’s near you. He doesn’t hear Eve’s confused call of his name. All he knows is that he’s right behind you and you just dropped something. He quickly went to pick it up. His hand twitched as he held your ID. Your name and picture on there. How is it that you even look good in your ID picture? He always looks stupid in those.

But not yours. You have sultry eyes that even in a photo like this look wondrous. You look breathtaking in this photo.

“Excuse me. You dropped this.” You turn around and god. You are ethereal. Were you always this tall? His face is literally at the height of your tits. (And they look really good. They’re shiny, as if they belong in the sun.)

Forcing himself to look up at you, he finds his heart is pounding. It almost hurts. Oh no, is he gonna have a heart attack? He hopes not. That’d be embarrassing.

You're looking down on him. Your head is tilted slightly. Not a hair out of place. Your eyes are catching the sun as if the sun itself cannot bear to be away from you. Your eyelashes are long, and you almost look like a doll.

“Did I?” And there was that accent again. Fuck it sounded good. Too good.

He feels hot again.

He wonders if you know it’s him. If you know he’s the one that saved you. By the way you’re looking at him, it almost feels like you know him better than he knows himself.

Would you know how to make him feel good too?

How would you react if you knew it was him? Maybe you’d kiss him as thank you. (A guy can only wish.)

“Uh yeah, here you go.” He hands over your ID and he feels your long nails trace his skin as you take back your ID. Wonder what they'd feel like elsewhere.

No! He has a girl… “Thank you.” Mark swears he’s dreaming. There’s no way you’re leaning in. Is he hallucinating? Yeah, just hallucinating.

Until he feels your glossed lips press against his cheek. His eyes are wide and his heartbeat is in places where it doesn’t belong. Namely, his dick, but they don’t belong in his ears either.

“Oh! Sorry,—”

“No it’s alright.” He breathes out. Maybe he should’ve let you finish. If he had, you would’ve been able to tell him you wore a lip stain and it stained his cheek. But all Mark is focused on is the way you saunter away.

Never does he hear Eve yelling his name until she’s standing right infront of him and not looking happy.

“What’s that on your cheek?”

Note: I need feedback bc the only reason this fic is in existence is bc I need to practice writing my smut. Anything I can improve on? PLS CHAT! HELP ME! Also, if you want inspiration for those edits, just look up literally any model edit and you’ll find one 🙏

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pixiesholloworld · 10 months ago

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✘The tow truck driver?!✘

synopsis : Incoming text from - Toji 🛻 “i wasnt gonna tell you, but you’re fucking hot. but im honestly a hoe and only want one thing.. 🍆💦”

cw: daddy kink, fingering, head (giving/reciving), brat taming?, f!reader

the check engine light has been on for the past month, but you’ve repeatedly ignored it. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right? well, your consistent neglect of the light has landed you in this situation.

stranded on the shoulder of the highway waiting for some shady tow truck driver to come to your rescue, he was your cheapest option, and when you saw his old beat up truck speeding towards you, you quickly understood why. he came to a stop as he approached, rolling down his passenger window to get a good look at you.

“you [✿]?”, the brown rust corroded the hood of his car, causing flakes to peel off with the wind. you can’t even imagine what the truck could’ve looked like in it's glory, it was hard to believe years of neglect left the truck in this state— it's almost like he bought it this way. “yeah,” you answered, “are you toji?”

“what’s it look like?” you search the truck to see the faded out: ‘Toji’s Towing’. “oh”

“ya waitin’ for an invite?”

you open the car door to see crumbled-up wrappers from obscure burger joints and empty beer cans—the rubbish, let alone the smell of *sniff* *sniff*… man contorted your face. toji must’ve taken notice of this because it made him chuckle. “excuse the mess, sweetheart,” his raspy voice curling over his words, “you don’t mind, do ya?”

“not at all,” you awkwardly smile. you felt kind of bad for him, honestly. he hooked his crane up to the front of your car and, before pulling off, lit a cigarette. his shoulders were broad and his arms looked strong and heavy, he didn’t have an AC in his car, either that or it didn’t work, so the hot summer air blew in both of your faces

his black locks stayed all but too far from his face, allowing you to get a glimpse of the scar that marks his lip, his emerald eyes focusing on the road ahead.

you felt weird for staring at him after a while and didn’t want him to notice, so you averted your gaze to the road, watching the cars pass by you two. you wondered though, how could a hunk like him get in this position.

“so, you grew up’round here?” He asks

“a little ways from here, i stay with my mom in a duplex”

“nice, where ya comin’ from?”

“my job, i work as a barista at the mall”

“s’ bit far for work don’t you think”

you smile at how easily he set himself up, “you drive a tow truck”

you turn towards him to see a smirk creeping up on his face, he blows out smoke and holds his cigarette out

“fair,” he pulls another drag before putting it out in what you can only assume to be a homemade ashtray, “you got anyone that can look at this for ya at home?” he says gesturing towards your car

“mm no, i was gonna take it to the shop”

he clicks his teeth and sneers, “those punks don’t know the first thing about cars”

“where do you think i should go then?”

he glances over at you before returning his attention to the road, “i’ll look at it for ya”

—

after that convo the rest of the drive was silent, though you both exchanged stolen glances here and there. you tried to tell yourself it was nothing to overthink, though the stirs in your stomach were telling you otherwise. it was hard to act like having an older man’s attention wasn’t somewhat enticing

when he finally got to your house, he backed your car into the driveway. you couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of relief. though it was nice talking to him, you couldn’t wait to get out of that dump of a tow truck. it made you consider taking those AAA charges next time

he steps out of the truck and walks around to let you out. when you see his full body for the first time, you’re a bit taken aback. sure he looked ok in the truck, but he looked even better out of it. he had a tall muscular build, and he had to be around 6 feet. how was his truck hiding so much height from your eyes? You shook any remaining amazement from your face and stepped out, hurrying past him to try and avert your gaze

“so what happened anyways, what’s wrong with it?” he immediately walks past you to your car and starts inspecting it

“the engine light was on but.. i thought it would just go away on its own..” you reluctantly admit

“silly girl,” the rasp in his voice making your heart jump, “you should’ve taken this’t the shop when you first saw it” he struts over to you and lays his hand out, you look at his hand and then back up to his captivating eyes, “the keys?” he says.

“oh, yeah, right, right” you hand him the keys, and he turns the car on, popping the hood. you watch as his clothes cling to him, his long, black hair hanging over his face as he inspects different parts of your engine. you notice as he reaches into the engine, his tanned hands become stained with a black substance. it’s kinda hot. when you actually get a good look at him at this angle… he isn’t a bad-looking guy, he’s a little ruff around the edges, sure, but you like that about him

“i might have’ta take this to my shop, really gotta get under there n’figure out what’s going on”

you could name something else you wanted him to get under too, but you quickly shoved that thought in your back pocket, “how much is that gonna be”

“usually i charge a pretty penny but for you,” he says while wiping his hands on a dirty rag that was stuffed in his pocket, “i’ll do it for free”

“really? oh my god thank you so much”

“s’no problem doll, i should probably get going before it gets too dark though”

you can feel your heart pounding from anticipation not quite wanting him to leave yet

“y-yeah sure, but um… wouldn’t you like to eat first?”

he closes your car hood and smirks

“whatcha cookin?”

—

you turn the keys to your house before inviting him in, he winks at you and makes himself comfortable at the kitchen's island. you walk past him and pull out lukewarm potatoes, you can feel him stare at you as you walk back and forth between the different drawers and potatoes. you tried to focus on what you were doing and tried to think of other things, but your mind would always wonder back to the idea of him bending you over and fucking the living daylights out of you

you try to sneak a glance at toji but it doesn't work he's still staring just as intensely as before and snickers at your futile attempt to look without him knowing. "somethin' you wanna say, sweetheart?" he asks, words laced with lust

'yeah, i want you to fuck my brains out' some request that is huh? instead, you ask something more appropriate, "could you come peel the potatoes?" so there you two are side by side peeling potatoes, weakly fighting the urge to ask if he's feeling the same way you're feeling. your thoughts suddenly come to a halt though when you realize he's old enough to be married, even so when you peep at his hand, you see no ring, but he's definitely old enough to be somebody's dad.. who are you kidding, you love DILFs

you go on and on internally struggling on if it would be morally correct to fuck a stranger—a tow truck driver—until he makes the first move for you, his hand slithering along your back to grab your hip, "where's your bathroom at? 've gotta drain the snake"

"yeah its uh, right around the corner over there"

"thanks doll" he whispers into your ear before squeezing your hip and moving so close past you that you can feel his bulge before he slips away. you were at a loss for words. like actually your mind had went blank, what were you even supposed to do with that?

let him come back to your sprawled out naked body on the kitchen floor? but on second thought you had an even better idea, he clearly wanted you to feel that he was hard cause he feels that you're too scary to make a move. something he didn't know though is that you loved to play the long game and you could tease him all night if you had to

when he comes back, he sees you trying to reach the very top of your cabinet. you can hear his heavy foot steps stop right behind you before he rests a hand on your hips and pulls you close to his warm pelvis. "need help?" he asks. you look up at this tall, buffed up man, and he looks right back down at you

"could you hand me the paper towels up there?"

he hands them to you, but not before pressing himself against you, letting his hard-on poke between your cheeks. you could feel your heart skipping a million miles per minute, your cunt wildly throbbing between your legs, a tiny whimper escaping your lips when he backs away, leaving the paper towels in front of you

defeated, you walk back to the potatoes. how could you tease him back? oh, the bottom cabinet! you quickly plop down, and before he could notice you tug at the bottom of his jumpsuit pants, he looks down and is obviously flustered. you sat on your knees, looking at him with such ardor in your eyes "i need to get another bowl" you say while pointing towards the cabinet, a sneaky smile spreading across your face. "hm?" he says while bending down to your level, "I let you slide the first time, but I think you're forgetting somethin'"

confusion filled your face trying to figure out what it was you could've been missing until he grabs your face pulling you a bit closer to him

"where's your manners at girl?"

oh he was good at this

"what happens if i don't use 'em?"

"might need to train that pretty little mouth of yours"

"yeah? how're you gonna do that?"

he snickers at you, standing up while still holding your face in his big, calloused hand, "whatchu think?"

so there you are, taking every inch of his thick cock in your mouth as his hand holds the back of your head, making sure to push down when he wants to hear that slutty throat struggle to take all of him in

“so this s’what all that staring was for?” he teases, “what a nasty girl, sucking on a stranger’s cock”

you hum contently, hands lightly grazing against his thighs as saliva collects at his base, slowly dripping onto your tiled floor

he groans while picking up the pace, “such a mess, you like the taste of it? hm? yeah you do”

you gag and hum against him, letting his angry tip bully the back of your throat. you just started, and you're already cock drunk, moaning and twisting your head around while you use your mouth to grip around his length tighter.

he sucks air through his teeth, letting barely audible ‘fucks’ escape his breath while steadily rolling his hips into your mouth. you use your tongue to dance around one of his throbbing veins, enjoying how it interrupts his rhythm, making him thrust faster and faster until a sudden mean pop snatches his hips away from your mouth

he bends down to slip his tongue into your mouth, stealing the taste of his precum right from your mouth. you tongue him back a bit more eagerly, feeling around his teeth and the scar on his mouth until his lips depart

“you’re so greedy” he teases, “didn’t your throat training teach you anything?”

“please, please kiss me toji” you didn’t think your pussy could take anymore teasing, you could feel how it beat against your squished thighs longing for his touch

he must’ve felt the same cause he stands you up on your feet and moves you on top of the island, snaking your pants off and pulling your slick cunt close to him in the process. “you gotta earn it, princess”, he taunts your clothed entrance with his tip before gracing you with one more kiss

“put it in, please put it in” you couldn’t wait any longer and started slowly grinding yourself on the tip until, of course, a mean smack to your mound caused you to freeze. you look up at toji and see annoyance plastered on his face. you ooze at the seriousness on his face, waiting for him to say something

“just for that, i’m not fuckin’ you”

“WHAT! no, please i’m sorry please toji im-“ he covers your mouth with one hand and moves the other towards your wet, sticky folds, collecting a bit of the slick before moving it around your pulsating clit.

he made deep circular motions on it, making you whine every time he hit the peak. your eyes rolled back, and you let him completely take over. your hips stuttering to his touch, he then moved closer, leaving kisses along your ear and down your neck, nipping at the skin

though you didn’t know your muffled moans were making it hard for toji to stay focused on teasing you, the truth is he was about to cum earlier while you were on your knees. sitting so innocently while taking all of him in you, the way your pretty eyes would flutter at his praise or how you’d scrunch your nose when you pushed your head down more, not to mention that tongue trick you did earlier, instead of thinking about it, he decided to return the favor

he moves down to your panties and moves them aside, covetously looking up at those same eyes that made his tip leak beads of precum. “that’s it baby, keep those pretty eyes on me," he starts slowly at first, his pointed tongue moving up your folds, slowly moving your legs further apart while keeping eye contact. the familiar feeling of haze started filling your mind as desperate moans echoed through your kitchen

he groans into you, knowing the vibrations will probably make you cum faster, and he gently suckles on your wet bulb, listening to how sweetly you moan out his name. grabbing a fist full of his hair, you push him in deeper, chasing an end you didn't know toji wasn't going to let you reach just yet.

he stops sucking and instead sticks one finger inside your drenched cunt, moving it ever so slowly while he moves a pointed tongue in swirls on your clit his finger eventually picks up the pace, so he slips two in, then three. he had a merciless tempo, curing his fingers around your g-spot just to hear those pretty little moans

"m'gonna cum toji~" you'd whine out, but he'd rapidly shake his head against your sopping wet clit and slap your mound, telling you to wait. to say you were drowning in pleasure would be an understatement. you felt hot all over, and with every thrust, you were sure you were going to break. eventually your moans became cries for a release. he turned you into a dripping wet mess, and he loved every bit of it until, of course, you said the magic words

"please let me cum daddy— fuck!~"

he lifts his head up almost instantly though he's still drilling his fingers through your pussy, "say that again?"

"please let me cum" you whimper, you don't know how much longer you can hold back

"nah girl, the other thing" he stands up, towering over you even as you're seating on the counter. his fingers pump into you slower but deeper, taunting your g-spot

"daddy" you whisper, he brings his other hand to your face and brings you in for a sloppy kiss loving how you moan into his mouth

"atta girl," he pulls his fingers out but the fullness is instantly replaced with his fat, rock hard cock. you felt him tear though you so easily, you desperately pull him in closer while looking at him through half lidded eyes. "look at you, so desperate for daddy's dick" he'd tease

"all fucked out n'still begging f'more" he pulled you in for another kiss and left his tongue slithering in your mouth while he pumped faster, holding you tightly as you struggled to keep up with his kisses. he moved a hand up to your face and held it in place as he tongued you, you felt a smile spread across his face as you struggled to keep it together until all you could do was wail into his mouth

his pace was harsh and unrelenting he fucked you like he was angry at you, punching your cervix with such vigor and gusto, you moaned louder practically screaming but all he did was move his mouth to your ear and whisper.

"that's it princess let it out, you're making sucha mess of yourself on me," you squeeze tighter at his words feeling your body go limp at the over stimulation, "you wanna cum on me?"

you shake your head yes almost instantaneously and he moves his head to look directly at you, moving his hand down to your clit, covering it in slick before rubbing it in circles. "go ahead," he coos, "cum on daddy's dick— sh-shit"

he keeps rolling his hips into you until you finally come to your shaky finish, leaving scratches on his skin as you try to grasp your way back into reality with toji following close behind, loudly groaning and pulling out before fisting himself over your stomach releasing thin milky shoots of cum

he holds you close to him and leaves kisses on your head before helping you off the counter, it was weird feeling the ground under you again the sudden rush of blood making your legs feel like jello

"so about your car,"

right, shit he was in here to eat FOOD and go home not fuck you

"ill probably be able to fix it by tomorrow, n'maybe come drop it back off," he says while slipping his jumpsuit back on, "unless you wanna come to mine instead”

"you'd love that wouldn't you"

"think your pussy would like it more" he teases, pulling you closer to him. he was gonna turn you on all over again until you heard the front door open

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glowettee · 3 months ago

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I need help asap! So it’s exam season we all know and I keep on asking my teachers for a list of what I need for the test like a list to go home and study and they said no like what is their problem and I have no idea what to do😭please help Mindy not to sound desperate but your like my idol so you would know what to do right 😭

✧˖° my guide to studying when your teacher won’t give you a study guide

hi honey, i love you sooo much <3 thank you for your sweet wordsss, i'm alwaysss, alwaysss here for you, feel free to message me personally or give me more asks in my tumblr inbox! i'll even help with specific subjects.

okay, angel. first of all, i hear you. the frustration is real. teachers saying "just study everything :)" like we don’t have other classes, responsibilities, and, i don’t know, lives?? but listen. this is not a dead end. this is just an opportunity to prove that you can outsmart the system and study better than they ever expected. you’re not desperate, you’re strategic. and i have a plan for you.

step 1: reverse-engineer the test ✧˖°

if they won’t tell you, we’ll figure it out ourselves. here’s how:

➼ look at past tests & quizzes: what kind of questions do they ask? multiple choice? short answer? do they repeat topics? most teachers have a pattern. find it. ➼ scan your syllabus: even if it’s vague, the syllabus outlines what the class prioritizes. highlight major units or chapters. ➼ revisit homework & classwork: if they spent three days drilling a topic, assume it’s important. if a concept was barely mentioned, it’s probably not a focus. ➼ check online study guides: sometimes other students post study guides for similar classes online. search your course name + study guide. you might get lucky.

step 2: ask strategic questions ✧˖°

okay, so they won’t give you a study guide. but what if they accidentally reveal what’s on the test through very calculated questions?

instead of "what’s on the test?", try: ➼ "Would you say Unit 3 is as important as Unit 4?" (forces them to compare importance) ➼ "Should I focus more on definitions or application-based questions?" (gives insight into question type) ➼ "Would it be smart to review [insert topic] in detail?" (watch their reaction, they might hint at its relevance) ➼ "Is there anything I should specifically know how to apply?" (if they hesitate, it’s probably a big exam topic)

play it cool. teachers love acting like they’re withholding top-secret info, but they also love hearing themselves talk. guide the conversation and let them give things away.

step 3: crowdsource the study guide ✧˖°

if your teacher won’t make one, you will!! but you won’t do it alone.

➼ group chat strategy: text your smartest classmates and propose making a study doc together. ➼ class notes audit: everyone checks their notes for key topics they remember being emphasized. ➼ compare tests from other classes: if another teacher teaches the same course, their students might have hints.

you’re basically forming an underground academic intelligence network. the government should honestly hire you.

step 4: predict the questions ✧˖°

teachers aren’t as unpredictable as they think. most reuse question styles from past years. so let’s outthink them.

➼ scan the textbook’s review questions – many teachers pull questions straight from these. ➼ turn subheadings into questions – if a textbook section is called “Causes of the French Revolution,” turn it into: “What were the causes of the French Revolution?”➼ spot repeated terms – if a word/concept appears in your notes/textbook over and over, bet money it’s on the test.

step 5: prioritize the 80/20 rule ✧˖°

80% of the test will come from 20% of the material. instead of trying to memorize everything, (i'm guilty of this) target the most testable topics.

➼ concepts that connect to multiple lessons = high priority ➼ big themes or formulas your teacher emphasized = high priority ➼ random minor details with no context = low priority

this is how you actutallyyyy study smarter, not harder.

step 6: try active recall ✧˖°

highlighting? rereading? sweetie, no. your brain needs active studying. i know you've probably heard this in every 'study' video, blog, article etc, etc.. however, this really works. even when i create my own study methods it all connects to active recall <3

➼ flashcards, but reverse: instead of term → definition, write the definition and force yourself to recall the term. ➼ blurting technique: grab a blank sheet and dump everything you remember. then check what you missed. ➼ teach it to an imaginary class: if you can explain it, you actually understand it.

these methods force your brain to retrieve info, which is the key to remembering it under stress.

step 7: adapt your study style to the test format ✧˖°

different tests require different study techniques.

➼ multiple choice: focus on eliminating wrong answers. make “why is this wrong?” your key question. ➼ short answer: practice summarizing concepts in 1-2 sentences! brevity matters. ➼ essay tests: prep key arguments and supporting facts in advance. don’t memorize full essays. memorize structured points.

step 8: last-minute study hacks ✧˖°

running out of time? try these:

➼ listen to a recording of key concepts before bed, your brain absorbs info in your sleep. ➼ write down the toughest concepts before the test. dumping info on a paper beforehand eases recall under pressure. ➼ do a “cheat sheet” exercise. write what you would bring as a cheat sheet (but don’t actually bring it). the act of writing it out solidifies memory.

🖇 mindy’s personal tips ✧˖°

✨ don’t panic. adapt. undetermined students say, “i can’t.” A+ students say, “how can i?” you are an A+ student.✨ treat it like a game. teachers want to gatekeep? fine. you’ll outsmart them instead. ✨ trust your brain. if you’ve prepped strategically, you will recall what you need. confidence is half the battle.

📝 homework: apply these NOW ✧˖°

i loveeee giving you all homework! i made a little checklist for you to start right now <3

☐ start a study guide (even if it’s just bullet points) ☐ test out the “strategic question” technique with your teacher ☐ identify three high-priority topics to focus on tonight ☐ practice active recall (explain a concept to yourself out loud) ☐ reply below or message me: what’s your biggest exam struggle?

final note: you are not helpless. you are not at the mercy of your teacher’s vague instructions. you are capable, smart, and strategic. you’ve got this. and i’ve got you. i know you will do well on your exams, just belive in yourself and all that matters is if you pass, you don't need a 100/100 on your exam to be an A+ student. just trust yourself <3

💌 now go ace that test! <3 ilyy

xoxo mindy

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strawberry-nugget · 1 month ago

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Chapter 2 // prev. chapter

~Technically this should be your fresh start. Moving to Japan as a single mom and getting a regular job, living the peaceful life you've always wanted. But trouble finds you in every corner, taking either the form of those weird monstrous things you catch in a blurry half gaze ocassionally, or of that extremely hot single dad, whose son, Megumi is friends with your daughter.

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Tags // Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, canon divergence, single parents au!, slow burn(ish), car sex, unprotected sex, p in v sex, handjobs (yes while driving), creampies, kinda sleazy Toji, reader can see curses, drifting

Word Count: 9,9k

It’s been a week since he came to your house.

The days stretch long, hot, and quiet. Toji hasn’t texted again. Not a meme, not a dad joke, not even an accidental thumbs-up reaction to his own message so you can convince yourself he checks maniacally for a response as much as you want to give him one.

Still, it’s only ever just that single message from the other night staring at you from behind the screen. The one he dropped between you like a match and walked away before it could catch fire.

You figure something must’ve come up. Probably Megumi—maybe he got a cold, or got that dreadful stomach flu that’s been going around that you are praying your daughter doesn’t get as well.

With the way your engine has been growling this whole week, you’d die if you had Mai-Mai cry over her tummy hurting too.

Today, the evening settles in with a haze of humidity and burnt orange sky. You’re under the hood of your car, determined to find the reason behind the weird sounds your engine’s been making—sounds you’re now convinced are from that fucked up gas you filled it up with last week.

Your tank top clings to your back, sticky and damp, your arms streaked in grease, your collarbone darkened with fingerprints of oil and sweat. Your hair’s pulled back but messy, a few strands curling against your temples, and your hands are wrist-deep in wires and metal.

You find yourself thinking about it—the text—as the air thickens and your fingers search for problems in the guts of your car. You’d let it sit too long. That’s what happens when someone like him sends you something so casual, so simple, and you don’t know how to answer without sounding like you’re choking on your own anticipation.

Next time I see you, you better show me how you drift.

He didn’t even add a smiley face. Just that low, heavy suggestion sitting at the bottom of your chat like a weight.

Maybe if you busy yourself enough, you won’t keep replaying his voice in your head. The way he said your name—rough and warm, like it meant something. The soft rasp of it, half-dragged over a laugh. And that look he gave you, like you were a question he was dying to answer with his hands.

It shouldn’t get to you. It’s your own thoughts, you tell yourself. Your imagination going wild. If he’s so casual to be like this with you an hour into knowing you then…He’s probably like that with every woman. Probably doesn’t even remember what he texted. Probably didn’t think twice about the way he leaned too close or brushed your fingers when he handed you his phone or offered to help with getting Mai-Mai into your car like it was instinct.

Still.

Still, you feel him like a pressure behind your ribs. Still, your stomach twists when you think about the way he looked at you up and down.

Now, with sweat beading along your spine and your hands sore, you don’t expect anything except maybe a cold shower and a frozen dinner, if you’re lucky enough.

Luck has always been a weird concept to you though. Maybe it’s that weird manifestation thing you’ve realised you can do, or it’s that gut feeling that something’s bound to happen if you keep thinking about it because there’s no other way you can explain how on earth he runs into you in your backstreet.

For all that's worth it— you hear him before you see him.

It’s like he’s already making a habit out of creeping up on you when you’re bent over your car.

For a prideful moment, you convince yourself he’s just drawn to your ass; then you shove that thought away like a bunched up paper in a trash bin. Like he can’t be.

But you can’t help it—the awareness is instant. Your spine straightens a little, the drag of your fingers slows in the engine, and your mouth goes dry before he even says a word. You tell yourself to be cool. Which works about as well as it usually does.

“Didn’t know you were working on her tonight,” he says, voice low and curved with something unreadable.

Your stomach drops.

He doesn’t say hey, doesn’t greet you in a normal way at all, like the two of you are way past that even if it’s just the second time you're seeing each other.

Quick — how do you talk to someone whom you’ve practically ghosted?

You don’t look up right away. Let him wait. Let him see you wipe the sweat from your brow with the back of your wrist, grease smearing your temple. You know you look fucked up, even feel how gross you might look or smell but at least you’re trying to convince yourself you can make it look even a tad bit sexy.

You turn, slow, like you’re not internally vibrating as you are met with the sight of him in a shirt that hugs his frame like it was born there, baggy sweatpants —you ignore the crocs, so you don’t laugh in his face about them and because his biceps look like they’re about to burst. So much that it serves as a great distraction.

“Didn’t plan to,” you say, casual. Careful not too be not too much “She was whining again. Thought I’d check the belts.”

He’s closer now. Arms crossed, weight leaned into one hip, eyes flicking between the hood and the tank top clinging to your ribs. You feel the heat of his stare like a spotlight.

“And? Find anything?”

“I think it’s the gas I put in it yesterday. So much for trying to get the cheaper choice. I should have known better”

You wipe your palms onto the sides of your cargos at that, turning to fully focus on him. A bead of sweat runs down your chest and he catches it with his eyes, like it’d ever escape him.

It’s too soon to make such a bold move as to reach his hand and wipe it off—or worse, lick it. The sight punches something low in his gut, drags his attention from the smudge on your neck to the way your fingers curl around your tools with muscle memory. Like you belong there. Like this whole scene belongs on a magazine spread labeled.

“Problem?” You look like you’d just smirk from under your lashes.

“You sure it’s the car that’s whining?” he asks, and there’s that smirk again, like he’s already tasted the silence that follows.

You tilt your head. “You calling me dramatic?”

He almost turns around. Raises both his hands in the air in surrender.

He’s not proud of the part of him that wants to watch you longer, silent, soaking in the view like it’s his business. But he clears his throat and steps into your clear line of sight.

You look up, and he sees it—that flicker in your eyes. The flash of surprise. You cover it quick, but he catches it. Just like he catches the way your jaw tightens. Like you’re mad at yourself for hoping he’d show up.

That's exactly when he knows, he’s got you right where he wants.

“God, you’re a piece of work, ain't you?”

You shoot him a look that lands somewhere between annoyed and amused. Exactly where he likes to keep you.

The ball is yours now to shoot.

And you do—only not in the way he expects.

“Haven’t seen you and Megumi all week, is everything alright?”

“He's been feeling under the weather, you know how four year olds catch a bug and suddenly you’re canceling your whole life to wipe noses and warm soup.”

You nod, trying not to show too much relief, or worse—interest. But it’s already out there, raw and embarrassing. The truth is you’ve been wondering. Not just because you’ve missed the kid’s giggles echoing through your living room or the way Toji has that infuriating ability to take up space without asking—but because you care.

“You didn’t tell me” you say, softer now, wiping your hands on your cargos again just for something to do.

Toji tilts his head. He doesn’t look sorry. Not exactly. But there’s something in the way his gaze narrows, like he’s reading more out of your words than you meant to give.

“Didn’t think you missed me that much.”

You roll your eyes so fast you almost give yourself a headache. “Mai-Mai missed Megumi.”

He hums. “Suuuuure.”

There’s a beat. You’re still half-under the hood, half-exposed to the dying heat of the sun, and Toji’s leaning closer now, like your little denial just fed him instead of shut him down. He taps one knuckle against the frame of the car like he needs something to do with his hands, like he’s trying to anchor himself.

Toji lets out a slow breath. Then, almost too casually, “You know, you could’ve texted too.”

You peek at him from under your arm. “Yeah. I… didn’t know if I should.”

“I texted you first”

“That you did”

“And I hate waiting” he smirks again, pushing past that unspeakable and invisible barrier that should be between you and him -an almost stranger- “you gonna show me how you drift or what?”

You like it— the way he catches you off guard and pushes in closer with just words. And even though he doesn’t say it, he likes seeing you like this too—raw, annoyed, sweat-slicked and glowing in the burn of the sun— it does something to him he’s not ready to unpack, but will, nevertheless.

You ponder about it for a moment. The thought of you showing off how you drift to him, that is.

It’s Friday, there absolutely should be a place in the heart of Tokyo to drift, one of those usual get-togethers that you went to during the week and the idea of winning a drift race, getting money and impressing Toji is too mouth watering. However it’s also illegal. And you can only waste too much of your luck once a week.

Then again, now that you’ve planted this idea in your own head it’s hard to let go of it.

“Well I could-“

“Atta girl” he says and interrupts you, but you don’t wield this simply.

“-tonight.”

Toji blinks at you.

“My sister came to visit so she can watch Mai-Mai, if you can find someone to watch your Megumi” you say “I’ll shower, get ready and I’ll pick you up. And please by love of god, lose the crocs. These guys are gonna eat you up”

Toji snorts, shoulders shaking just a little with the kind of laugh he only lets slip when something really amuses him. You’ve got him aaaaall wrong. But he doesn’t mind, because you are way more readable than you think.

“Didn’t know you cared about my fashion choices,” he says, half-teasing, half-testing. “You trying to get me to impress anyone?”

You blink, mouth parting, but nothing comes out except the faintest uhhh. He grins, like he’s won something you didn’t know you were playing for.

“Thought so,” he mutters, then straightens up and stretches like he’s got all the time in the world, like you didn’t just invite him into a part of your life most people never see. Not just the drifting, but the in-between. The sweat and grease and dumb jokes. The space where he could, if he’s careful, belong.

“Alright then,” he says, nodding, looking just smug enough to be annoying. “I’ll see if the neighbor kid’s mom can take Gumi for a few hours.”

“Great,” you reply, with more bite than grace. “Try not to show up in pajamas.”

Suddenly you find out that keeping this teasing tone between you and him suits the tone and nature of your relationship.

“Can’t make promises, sweetheart.”

You flip him off without even looking, already halfway back under the hood to hide your face.

But Toji just walks away, steps slow, deliberate—grinning like a fucking bastard the whole time. Because tonight, you’re going to show him what that car can do. And he’s going to see exactly how far you’ll go to win. Maybe even how far you’ll go for him.

_____

You pull up outside of his apartment just past nine, the engine a low purr under your seat as you lean an elbow against the window frame. The street is quiet, lights dim and flickering over the cracked pavement, but your car is anything but subtle tonight—cleaned until it gleams under the yellow and orange street lamps, tires still warm from the tension of anticipation.

You text once.

Well, at least it’s not double texting since he did send you his address after you messaged him asking for it.

You: I’m outside. Don’t take ten years.

A minute later, the front door opens and he steps out, hands in his pockets, wearing the same black compression shirt from before, silver chain catching the light around his neck and fortunately he's made the effort to pair his top with dark , baggy jeans. His hair’s pushed back like he didn’t try too hard, but the second his eyes land on you—really see you—he stops in his tracks.

Because, well yeah, maybe you went a little overboard. Black halter crop top, tight across your ribs open all over your chest, breasts all pushed by just how tight it is, a denim skirt, belt buckle winking like a challenge. Brown leather jacket draped over the back of your seat and matching cowboy boots, lips glossed just enough to look like trouble.

You’re not even trying to seduce him—at least, you tell yourself that—but there’s something about the way he just stands there, smirking like you’ve already stepped into his trap, that makes your pulse skip.

He opens the passenger side door slowly, leans down just a little, eyes dragging over you as if he’s reading a fucking manual.

“Well, shit.”

You glance over at him, feigning innocence. “Something wrong?”

He huffs a low laugh, gets in, shuts the door.

“Nah,” he says, adjusting his seat in need of a distraction. “Just didn’t know I was gettin’ picked up by a Bond girl.”

You roll your eyes and turn the key, shifting into gear. “Thought I told you to ditch the Crocs.”

He wiggles his foot, now covered in dark sneakers. “I listened. Proud of me?”

“Hmm, yeah yeah” you pout.

But your voice has a rasp to it now, tight in your throat. Because he keeps looking at you—up and down, like he’s taking inventory. Like he can’t decide whether to whistle or bite.

Well, if you were trying to seduce him, you would have loved the way he decides to bite his lip and shakes his head in amusement as he slides into your passenger seat.

“You dress like that for the crowd,” he says, casually, “or for me?”

“I dress like this for me,” you answer, trying to keep your tone flat, steady. But you know he knows it’s a lie. Or at least, not the whole truth.

Uh-oh, he’s onto you.

“Huh,” he says, dragging the syllable out as he settles deeper into the seat, getting too comfortable as he eyes you up and down “So it just happens to be my lucky night, then?”

You don’t reply. Not right away.

But your hand shifts on the wheel. Tightens just a little. Your nails dig into your palm.

And Toji sees it.

He grins like a man who’s just seen the river card fall in his favor.

“I’m not gonna lie,” he says, voice low and continues before he cuts off his own self with a laugh “If you drive like you look tonight… I might actually-”

You snort under your breath, cheeks hot, heart hammering and finally, you turn the keys into the ignition.

___

The city swells around your car in waves of neon and engine growls, headlights slicing through alleys that don’t belong on any map. You’re driving fast enough to make the suspension whisper, but smooth enough not to jostle Toji in the passenger seat—he hasn’t said a word in the last ten minutes, which is impressive considering he’d been side-eyeing your outfit since he stepped out of the house.

Now, he’s sprawled in your passenger seat like he owns the damn thing—legs open, one knee bouncing, hand tapping against the door in slow, rhythmic thuds, the other resting over his knee. You catch him watching the skyline blur out of the corner of your eye, a faint grin tugging at his mouth like he’s already five steps ahead of wherever you’re going.

“You always take your first dates through a construction zone?” he asks, voice gravelly amused.

You scoff. “This ain’t a date.”

“Mmh,” he hums, not arguing, just letting it hang there between you.

The alley opens.

And there it is.

A rooftop lot that pulses with life—part underground haven, part holy ground. The air here tastes like exhaust and trouble, music pounding from subwoofers stacked on milk crates. Floodlights cut sharp shadows over every cracked patch of asphalt, every spray of tire-burned circles. Hoods are popped. Boots are up. Eyes are watching.

Toji lets out a low whistle and leans forward, elbow on his knee. “You brought me to a damn Fast and Furious reboot,” he says, sounding more entertained than scared.

Your mouth opens and shuts once. You’re tasting how sweet your lipgloss is, smell your perfume—you definitely look the part he states. But….You didn’t do it for him.

You didn’t.

In retrospect, maybe you shouldn’t have brought him to such an illegal place, you barely even know him and you’ve got a whole kid in a foreign country that ideally, you wouldn’t want to get deported from and you still don’t know if you can trust him and yet as if he reads your mind, Toji chuckles low.

“Relax. I ain’t judging. Just… surprised you’d bring me here.” His voice dips, almost amused. “Place like this? It’s dangerous.”

You glance at him sideways, engine now idling low. “Thought you liked danger.”

That gets you a sharp look, quick and loaded. But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he nods toward the starting line where two modded imports finish a race with the stench of burning rubber curling behind them.

You pull into a spot off to the side and let the engine purr, hands still on the wheel, teeth digging into the inside of your cheek hard enough to cut through the delicate tissue.

You smirk, awkwardly, keeping both hands on the wheel. “You said you hated waiting.”

“I didn’t know you were gonna take me to a pit of unpaid parking tickets.”

You don’t answer—just pull into your usual corner spot, not too far from the start line. You slide the car into park, engine still humming beneath the hood, and finally glance at him. He looks like he belongs here without even trying—black jacket draped open (how did you never notice he was holding one in the first place is behind you), dark eyes roaming the crowd like he’s already assessing which of these men are too drunk to bet against you.

As your usual ritual requests, you just have to open the hood of your car for the world to see. You eye Toji, signaling him to get out of the car and push the button to open your hood before grabbing the door handle.

You step out into the night, a little adrenaline already licking up your spine. The pavement is warm under your boots, and the air’s thick with engine smoke and sweat. Familiar faces nod your way. Some cheer. One girl whistles.

“You judging my taste in extracurriculars?” You mutter, bending over your open hood, this time saving Toji from sparing him a glance to catch him red handed. You’re too sure he’s looking.

Toji shrugs. “Nah. I’m impressed.”

But the attention Toji draws is different. Curious. Appraising. Some of the other drivers clearly don’t know what to make of him because they’ve never seen him before, and you know that smirk on his face well enough by now—he’s enjoying it.

Someone approaches. A guy in a muscle tee, cocky and slow, eyes flicking from you to Toji. “He your spotter or something?”

“She’s my ride,” Toji says smoothly, before you can open your mouth and your face purses in sourness.

The guy pauses.

And you—deadpan—just raise your brows. “I’m driving. He’s observing.”

Then when the guy shoos away, scared of the death stares by the both of you; you say it.

“I’m gonna race.”

Toji’s brow ticks up. “Yeah?”

You don’t look at him, eyes on the lineup. “I know these guys. They’ll throw down good money if they think they can smoke me.”

A pause. You feel it when he shifts, weight turning just slightly toward you.

“You think you can take them?”

“Oh…” You smile, lips dry. “I know I can.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then he clicks his tongue. “Now this I wanna see.”

You wave the marshal over with two fingers, voice steady even as your stomach tightens. “One round, cash in hand. You want drama, I’ll give you smoke.” He nods, even smiles at you and mutters something about being happy to have you back and gives you a playful pat across your shoulder.

“Now we wait” you turn to Toji, who cocks an eyebrow at you, too nonchalant to ask ‘what’.

“See how much people bet”

Something in his gaze darkens. Like he’s found his next betting addiction.

To anyone betting money on you or your car, Toji’s presence is oil on fire.

He doesn’t say anything, not right away—just leans back against your car with his arms crossed over his chest, that lazy, dangerous grin playing at his mouth like he’s more comfortable in this chaos than anyone else. A cigarette dangles between his fingers, untouched. Like he lit it just to pass the time, not because he wanted to smoke. He doesn’t even look at the other guys. Doesn’t have to. They’re already looking at him.

And not kindly.

You hear one mutter behind you, “Who’s the suit?”

Toji catches it, of course he does. Doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch. Just tips his head slightly in his direction.

“He your sponsor or your bodyguard?” someone else snickers. A guy you’ve smoked twice before, who always bets against you like it’s a personal mission when he’s not racing.

You don’t answer them. You just check your tire pressure again and pop the trunk for your helmet. But Toji… oh, he’s getting that look again. That glint that says he’s seconds away from doing something wicked.

“The helmet’s for you. You’re riding with me”

“Damn,” he murmurs, leaning just a little closer. “Should I be wearing a helmet?”

Toji smiles, then rushes into your car when the marshal announces the money price you asked for has finally been gathered.

The crowd’s grown louder by the time you line up. Neon strobes sweep across your dash as you adjust the mirrors, the lights stinging pink and green across Toji’s face. He doesn’t say anything. Just watches you with that sharp, too-aware stare while he’s trying to figure out what exactly you’re made of.

Your opponent rolls up beside you in a lowered RX-7, a veilside one, but it just doesn’t look like yours, decals crawling across the hood, the engine guttural and twitchy.

“Great,” you mutter. “Another twitchy trust fund kid.”

Toji laughs once, low in his throat. “You nervous?”

You tap your fingers on the gearshift. “Not about the race… try not to flinch Pa-”

Toji stills.

Then he smirks, slow and crooked. “I'm not that old now Ma, huh?”

The flag drops before you can even fire back.

You floor it.

The tires shriek, the rear kicks, and the force yanks both your shoulders into the seat as the car surges forward. You’ve done this a hundred times before—breathed this heat, kissed this speed—but something about having Toji beside you, cool and wordless, changes the pulse of the air. Every move you make, he’s watching. Not the road. You.

Your helmet stands on the floor between his legs and he. doesn’t. flinch. he doesn’t even blink. Like he’s felt this speed and energy before.

That eerie feeling about him is back again.

The second you slam the clutch and whip the wheel, tires screeching, he grins.

It’s not just any grin.

That feral, toothy thing you’ve only seen from gamblers mid-win or men about to do something stupid.

The first turn comes hard and fast, and you ease into the drift like your body’s stitched into the machine—tires skimming the paint of the barricade, smoke curling behind you like a signature. The RX-7 is just a breath behind, but your line is tighter, smoother.

Another turn comes ahead.

You take the turn tighter than you should. The back fishtails and you catch it clean, body jolting with the force—and he’s laughing. Actually laughing.

“Holy shit,” he says “You’ve been hiding this from me?”

“Well I did just meet you” you remind him

You can feel the way Toji shifts, not afraid—interested. The corner of your eye catches the way he presses one palm flat to the dash, not because he’s bracing. But because he’s feeling it.

“Are you betting?” you call over the engine.

He grins. “Didn’t have to. You’re already paying me back in full.”

You take the next two curves without thinking, pure muscle memory, slicing through Tokyo’s underbelly like it’s yours to conquer. The final stretch is a blur of lights and screaming engines and one wrong move from chaos.

There’s smoke everywhere and that unpleasant smell of tires melting and merging with the street underneath.

But you don’t miss.

You cross the finish line three seconds ahead from what you had originally counted. And your opponent, distracted by it, crashes the tail of his car, earning the crowd’s distress—Toji’s too.

You win.

Clean.

The moment the tires screech to a stop, the crowd explodes behind you—cheers, catcalls, people slapping bills into open palms like they can’t believe they lost.

And Toji?

He whistles low, looking at you the whole time. You don’t let him speak, set on pumping a punchline at him. Show off.

You bite back a grin, eyes still on the crowd gathered around your car. “Ask and you shall receive.”

Then he leans in, close enough that his breath slides across your cheek.

“I knew you were a menace,” he says again, voice low and warm.

You grin, still panting, still burning.

But behind his smile—behind the praise—you’re too naive to see the glint of something darker, something sharper.

A man doing math.

A man realizing just how dangerous and efficient you are when you drive.

And exactly how much he could make off that danger.

____

By the time things have settled down, it’s late. The kind of late where the air gets thick and sticky and makes everything feel a little slower, a little dirtier. The crowd’s thinning out—just the die-hards and the degenerate hangers-on now, loitering with smokes and plastic cups of warm beer.

It’s fine— you like warm beer anyway. But Toji doesn’t; he sets off to fetch two fresh, ice cold cups that you insist are your treat and gets lost in the crowd.

You’re parked under a flickering garage-like light in the back corner of the lot, hood popped open again. The engine’s still ticking as it cools after you’ve spent so much time revving it just for the tired to smoke out, to show off and you’re leaning over it with a wrench in hand, half your weight on one arm, your top clinging to the small of your back. A blotch of grease, smeared across your shoulder looks war paint. You look like the problem, and maybe that’s why someone decides to try you.

You hear the voice before you see him.

“Nice ride,” he says, like he owns the ground you’re standing on. A hand reaches out—dumb and slow—to tap the inside of your engine bay like it’s a vending machine he just fed a coin. “Whatchu say I race you for it and have it towed to me?”

You don’t even look. Just smack his hand away with the flat end of your wrench. Not hard. Not soft either.

“Touch it again,” you say calmly, “and you’ll be the one getting towed.”

He flinches, more from the tone than the contact. “Jesus, it’s just a car.”

You look up then, finally meeting his eyes. “Yeah. And you’re just a guy. Can’t win even if you tried, pick your battles, king”

He stumbles back with a half-muttered insult and disappears into the night,

Toji sees all of it from a few feet away, where he’s busy getting cornered by someone -still holding your cups of beer, mind you- while she’s trying way too hard to be interesting. She’s cute, objectively. Tight dress, loud laugh, hands that keep brushing his bicep like they’re gonna conjure something.

And he’s being polite. You hate that he’s being polite. He came here with you, not to smile at strangers in a parking lot.

You remember that saying, that you lose someone the way you find them and something low burns in your throat. It doesn’t have a name, but it’s mean. Ferocious. The same kind of energy you get when a guy tries to overtake you on a drift without earning it.

You wipe your hands on a rag and stomp over, uninvited, the heels of your boots clicking in the loud way you’d normally hate. But here, in this place, it doesn’t fucking matter. The louder, the better.

“Hey, babe,” you say to Toji, sweet as antifreeze. Grabbing your beer from his palm, you loop your arm through his, lean into his shoulder like you’ve been doing it for years, even rub your cheek against his bicep. “You left your phone in the car. Thought maybe you were gonna disappear on me.”

Toji blinks, just once. Then he smiles—slow and wicked, realising what game you’re playing and deciding to raise you, play along.

“Thanks, doll,” he says, playing along instantly. Arm sliding around your waist, fingers settling a little lower than they should, the tap on the clothed skin under your ribs once, twice, thrice. Just enough to be mouthwatering “Didn’t mean to get caught up.”

The girl’s eyes narrow. “Oh. Sorry—I didn’t know you were—”

“You didn’t,” you cut in, unkind, sipping on some of your beer before smiling at her “But now you do.”

She excuses herself fast, face tight, heels clicking back toward the shadows she came from.

Toji turns toward you, still holding on like it’s just the natural thing to do, even if your head shoots away from his shoulder instantly.

“Babe?” he repeats, amused.

Oh you want him.

You shrug, trying to play it off like your heart isn’t doing acrobatics in your ribcage. “I panicked.”

“That was hot,” he says plainly. “You got a little mean in you.”

You pull back just enough to see the look on his face. Half impressed, half something else you don’t wanna name. You simply sip on some more of your beer.

“Don’t get used to it,” you say. “You can’t survive here if you ain’t mean”

Toji hums like he agrees, but his eyes haven’t left yours—not really. He lifts his beer and clinks the rim of it lightly against yours, like a toast without words. You both drink in sync, long pulls that drain half the cup in one go. It goes down easy, sharp and cold, numbing the edges of whatever that little scene stirred up between you.

“Let’s get outta here,” you say after a beat, voice low, head tipping toward the lot’s exit.

“Before I start a fight just to watch you finish it.”

Toji jokes, but you don’t need convincing in this setting. The heat’s still clinging to your back, sweat drying sticky beneath your tank top, grease on your skin catching the green light of the overhead bulb like armor. You’re tired, wired, and suddenly hyper aware of how close Toji is walking beside you.

Of course you’d give him anything he asks for right now.

However, you’ve got a daughter at home, no need to get tougher and end up with a new set of mugshots.

Toji just grins, like he can read your mind again, drinking the rest of his beer like he’s hot nothing to apologise about. Like he knows you would pick a fight for him.

By the time you toss the empty cups into a trash barrel and slide into your car, the lot’s almost dead. Only the die-hards remain, arguing over borrowed tires and split winnings. Toji settles into the passenger seat like he’s done it a hundred times, arm slung lazily over the back of your seat. His thigh brushes yours when you shift gears. Neither of you mention it.

The engine rumbles to life with a low, satisfied growl.

You’re halfway back to your place, cutting through city streets that still buzz with leftover adrenaline. The windows are cracked, the cool night air threading through sweat-slicked skin. Your hands are still loose on the wheel, fingers flexing now and then, like your body hasn’t figured out the race is over, like you’re drifting still for the final price.

Toji’s in the passenger seat, silent in that way of his. Not tense, not uncomfortable—just… watching. Legs spread like he owns the floor space. Arm braced against the door. He glances over every so often, and every so often you feel it burn into the side of your face.

You let him smoke inside your car and you do too, silently, only asking for his lighter every now and then.

You pull up to a red light. One of those long ones, the kind that sits forever like it’s waiting for something to happen. Toji exhales slowly. And you take it as a sign he’s trying not to say something.

You cut a look at him, not letting it slide. “What?”

“Nothing….You’re a good driver.”

You scoff. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

He hums, lazy. “You get cocky when you win.”

“You get quiet when you want something.”

That earns you a look. A real one. And he turns in his seat, just a little, so he’s angled toward you more than the road.

The light is still red.

And your fingers are tightening slightly on the wheel, but your chest is stupidly loud. Stupidly full. You expect the next moment like you knew it would happen the second you chose that good tasting lip gloss.

Toji reaches over—slow, deliberate—and brushes a stray piece of hair from your cheek with the tips of his fingers and slides across the underline of your jawline. Doesn’t say anything. Just lets his fingers rest there, at the middle of your chin, light as breath. He’s giving you a chance to stop him, when he knows you won’t.

You don’t.

He leans in. Not fast, not hesitant either. Just sure.

You meet him halfway.

It’s not perfect. It’s messy and warm, your lips a little dry despite the lip gloss, the center console pressing awkwardly into your ribs—but none of it matters.

It’s his hand coming up to cradle your jaw, it’s the taste of the night still clinging to both of you, the ash and spice and sugar from juice boxes and late dinners. It’s heat that doesn’t come from the engine.

His lips press hungrily against yours, dangerously, fuelled with the intention to bruise as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth the second he feels you try to pull back.

He bites down, hard enough to draw blood and smiles against your lips when you pull back.

The light turns green.

You don’t move. The road is empty anyway. You simply kiss him again, more fiercely than how you initially did and Toji knows—he knows he calculated right. So he kisses you softer, pressing his face into you, his nose bunching as it collides with your cheek.

Toji breaks first, resting his forehead against yours. Breathing heavier than before. “Shit,” he mutters. “You taste so good, you’re gonna get me in trouble.”

You blink, trying not to smile from your nervousness. You’re flustered and taken aback.

He laughs under his breath.

And when you drive off again, neither of you say much—but your hand stays close to the gearshift, and his stays a little too close to yours.

The city hums low outside, golden streetlights stretching across the windshield like molten wire. Your hand shifts gears, heart hammering like you’re still at the start line of a race. Toji hasn’t leaned all the way back yet—still angled toward you, one arm draped over his seat like he might reach for you again, if the car hits another red light.

But you don’t stop this time. You keep driving, one hand firm on the wheel, the other resting just close enough to his thigh that your pinky keeps brushing the denim of his jeans every time you shift. Neither of you talk. It’s thick in the air now—this thing, this pull.

He finally breaks the silence. Quiet. Low.

“I’ve got an idea”

You huff, trying to play it cool even though your chest feels like it’s glowing. “Like what?”

Toji’s mouth curves into something crooked. He doesn’t ask if he can, doesn’t ask if he should, hell he doesn’t even keep any form of good manners as he shoves his foot out of the window, manspreads even further into your car and then turn to you. He runs his fingers down your neck and hisses, edging low, low, low to the v line of your halter top.

You gulp. Hands twitching on the gearshift and the steering wheel, sparing him a look. Partly because you're scared he’s going to leave a stamp of his shoe in your car, partly because whatever idea he has you know is wicked.

You’d be stupid not to see the bulge print between his legs. And you love the way he touches you smoothly, like water, as he trails his hand over your shoulder, your bicep.

“Gimme your hand” he mutters and you wish he was testing the waters but he isn’t. He snatches your hand, like it’s his to take. “Just tell me when to switch gears”

You don’t answer. You can’t—not without sounding like an idiot, and you’d rather crash this car than let him know just how much that kiss scrambled your thoughts. You shrug instead, eyes making an actual effort to stay on the road, not on his lap, where your hand stands as a prisoner.

He runs his fingers through yours, guides your hand between his legs and urges you to feel. What you’ve done to him. With acting badass, your outfit, the way you kissed him. The way you try to not make it obvious that you want him.

And just like he predicted, you rush. To untangle your fingers, try and work his zippers down, but he’s allowed you to think you’re dominant for way too long.

This is his territory now.

He squeezes your hand like it’s punishment and growls at you. Then he unbuckles his belt and his trousers come shortly after, he takes your hand again and turns his head to you so fast that you can’t help but look back, magnetised by what he’s going to do next.

Toji stares into your eyes and smirks before bringing your palm to his mouth and sticks his tongue out. You feel how hot and wet his breath is when he inches your hand closer and finally after gathering all the spit that’s in his mouth onto his tongue— he licks it.

He shoves your hand into his boxers so quick that you don’t even manage to notice when he even shifts the gearstick.

“Look at the state you’ve got me in.” His voice is raspy, his smirk widening as you feel his hot, hard length throbbing against your palm. “Move your hand” He demands, his voice leaving no room for arguing. “Now.”

His smirk turns into a full-blown grin as he watches you try to focus on driving while his hand guides yours along his length underneath his boxers. “Mhm? Keep driving then.” He challenges softly against your ear before nipping at it playfully.

You burn the next red light.

Your heart is palpitating everywhere in your body, pumping in adrenaline and save for feeling the excitement of fulfilling this dirty little fantasy you’ve always had, you convince yourself whatever’s happening right now is because Toji is pumping in adrenaline too. Be it from the race or that facade you had on. Maybe it’s even the fact that you called him baby, to save him from getting cornered by someone random.

Maybe you gave him the wrong impression.

Or maybe you gave him the correct one.

Νο matter what you overthink, on your left, Toji throws his head back, laughing darkly as you keep driving, his hand moving your wrist in quick, jerky movements along his length. He’s so hard it’s almost painful, and the fact that you’re trying to focus on the road while he’s being jacked off is only making him harder.

He lets out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as you continue to stroke him. He leans back in his seat, one hand gripping the gear stick tightly while the other guides your movements, until your hands entangle.

"Fuck... keep going." His voice is strained, and he bites his lip to suppress another moan.

You feel it, how the hem of his boxers is getting wetter by the second. Your hand moves quick and rough, and unbeknownst to you it’s just how he likes it. He watches your profile, your expression as you drive. Lips pursed tight even if your lip gloss remains strained.

He realizes you're good at multitasking– handling a car and jacking him off without causing an accident.

He spreads his legs wider unconsciously, giving you better access. His boxers are getting wetter and wetter with pre-cum. He watches your serious expression again– no smirk, just big doe eyes as you turn them over to his direction. Just driving and jacking him off like it's your job. He swallows hard.

"Baby..." he says, just to jab, sharp, like a wasp.

“You're so fucking good at this." He admits quietly, hips bucking slightly against your hand. He's so hard that your hand can't even close in its own fist, precum leaking from his tip in thick ropes. You move your hand rhythmically, up and down in a hammering motion, thumb barely brushing his tip every few strokes "Keep… fuck, i love that, don’t stop" He orders, softly.

His eyes roll back and the way you slam on the gas, serves as a promise not to stop.

You feel he's getting closer, as his breathing turns into shallow pants, his cock twitches in your hand. He can feel his balls tightening when he moves past your hand to grasp them; at that, his length throbs in your hand.

He reaches out blindly with his free hand, grabbing onto your thigh tightly -so very tightly that you think it’s inhuman- as if anchoring himself. "Fuck... I'm gonna come..." He warns hoarsely.

You don’t answer him—not out loud, anyway. You just take the next turn off the main road, rip your hand off him so you can change the gear, tires skimming gravel as you pull into a side lot behind an old batting cage that’s been closed for years.

Toji audibly protests at the lack of the warmth of your hand, but shuts up, the second you pull the e-break.

Wherever you even are, everything on sight is a wreck. The fence is half fallen, the floodlights dead, and it's only the view of the city that glitters over the rise like it was lit just for you.

You kill the engine, but neither of you move.

Toji raises an eyebrow, eyes scanning the dark lot and you unbuckle your seatbelt so fucking fast, he thinks you could outmatch his own speed.

You pounce onto him, feet moving faster than your brain just to straddle him and your hands wrap around his neck like it’s instinct.

"Oh fuck-" He gasps when you suddenly attack him, his back hitting the seat as you straddle him. His hands immediately go to your waist, gripping it tightly as he looks up at you with slant eyes. Aroused.

You answer that look.

“You okay?” you ask, voice smaller than you mean for it to be.

He nods, once. Then leans in slow. Like he’s giving you the chance to stop him again. But when you touch your lips to his, you’re practically telling him you don’t want to stop him.

This time, the kiss is heavier. More certain. His hand slides up to cup your jaw, thumb grazing your cheek like he’s mapping the shape of your face. He tastes like spice and smoke and something sweeter —your lipgloss— as you’re pulling him closer, chests colliding against each other.

You grind your hips on him and the second you feel his throbbing cock catch your clit through your panties, a moan escapes you.

You breathe in through your nose, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. It’s too much and not enough. His teeth graze your bottom lip and you hum into it, letting your hand slide up to his shoulder, just to feel the strength there, to anchor yourself before your body forgets it has a shape at all.

He pulls back only slightly, eyes half-lidded, his forehead brushing yours. His gaze fixated on the way your skirt has bunched up on your hips and his hands come, strong and firm to work you onto him.

You blink at him, lips parted.

You moan but the sound never makes it to fruition— only because your mouth is too busy finding his again.

And in this quiet, empty lot, under a broken streetlight and the hum of the city beyond, you kiss Toji like you don’t care how complicated things will get. Like you don’t know him for a week, like it isn't your second time seeing him.

You’ll allow yourself to feel wanted, you’ll break the celibacy oath to yourself in shreds, You'll feel alright with actually participating into your new life in this new country.

Maybe for once, tonight doesn’t need to make sense. You’re allowed to want something just because it’s yours to want.

And right now, he’s all yours.

You don’t know how long you’re kissing him. Minutes? Hours? Your sense of time slips between the cracks of his hands, the press of his mouth, the warm pulse in your chest that keeps rising, higher and higher, like your body’s chasing something it doesn’t have words for.

Toji shifts closer, pushes further and suddenly there’s nowhere else to go. The center console might as well not exist with how he leans across it, hand skimming your thigh like he’s testing the weight of permission. You suck in a breath, every nerve in your leg lighting up under his palm.

He pauses.

“Tell me to stop,” he says, voice low. Rough around the edges. “If you want to.”

You don’t. You really, really don’t. But the way he asks—the fact that he does ask—hits you somewhere deep.

You shake your head. “Don’t stop”

That’s all he needs.

His hand squeezes lightly at your thigh before it starts to travel, slow, deliberate, like he’s relearning anatomy by feel. You arch slightly and suddenly you're met with the feeling of your dashboard on your back.

Now that you're all cornered, he smirks, the pads of his fingers tracing a slow, ghostly line over the centre of your panties. You squirm at the teasing, yet as to make you suffer further, he presses his pointer finger flat onto your clit and moves left and right as agonisingly slow as he could.

You’ve never been one to plead, and you definitely can’t think of the right honorific to do it right now, but you squirm again and he knows what you want.

He pushes your panties to the side and fuck, even that is too hot because he did it.

“Fuuh- pretty pussy”

Your stomach flips. It shouldn’t be allowed, how his voice sounds like sin itself when it drops like that. You roll your hips just a little, testing as you grab both hands around his cock and urge it towards your slit. He catches the shift with a low noise in his throat.

He mutters softly, something almost inaudible, watching your hips roll experimentally. Surely, the hand he intended to grab around your throat grabs the base of his cock and pays no mind to your hold on him as he slaps his bulging head once, twice over your pushed open lips.

His smirk widens as he realizes how sensitive you are— how your body reacts to the smallest movements. He pushes your thighs wider apart with his knees, spreading you lewdly on the dashboard.

"Fucking hell..." He groans, his fingers tracing your entrance lightly before he pushes two fingers inside you. You're so wet that it's almost obscene, and he can't help but let out a low, appreciative noise. "You want my cock in here instead?"

He groans, low in his throat and fuck there’s a vein even there, watching you nod your head. He pulls down his pants as much as he can and he's already hard again. Harder than before, as if that's even physically possible.

“Ma, speak up”

“It’s just, I’ve never” you stutter, words getting caught in your throat for what you’re about to say “I’ve never had sex in Japanese”

Toji clicks his tongue, an amused chuckle coming from his chest, he looks at the mess between his and your legs, how you’ve practically drenched his cock already with how wet you are and speaks “‘S fine, we don’t gotta talk”

He guides his tip to your entrance, pushing inside slightly, watching your reaction. "You okay?"

You nod—hum, whatever. You don’t even know how you respond, but somehow you do.

He pushes in, just barely below the tip before he decides this isn’t going to work if he doesn’t spread open your pussy, so he pushes out, gets his thumbs to work and pushes in again with a loud hiss.

When he tosses his head back, he's reminded he is in a car, with minimal space.

Not that it’d stop him anyway.

He ruts into you slowly, giving you just a little time to adjust to that monstrous size of his before he bullies his cock all the way inside you with a smug smile. Whatever’s left of you that’s not spent, squirms.

You cry out slightly, claws scratching his shoulders, digging through the fabric of his shirt.

Toji groans, his hips moving faster. He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours as he fucks harder into you with half thrusts.

"God, you're fucking squeezing me perfectly..." He grunts. And it’s the truth, your walls flutter and tighten around him with every single move and you're shaking, your legs are shaking when he hits that spongy spot inside you.

For a while there are fast, needy hands everywhere. Around your neck, through your hair, over the outline of your breasts and waist and squelching sounds fill the silence of the car until it’s no more there.

"You're going to make me come way too fast, you know that?" His lips brush your ear, words coming out despite his suggestion as he latches himself into the soft skin of your neck, not to suck, but to bite. His teeth sinking into your skin in synch of that numbing feeling his cock stirs in you.

You’re already whimpering in protest as he finally wraps his lips around the painful spot on the side of your neck, swiping his tongue around it in smoothing motions.

"How close are you?"

“Mhm-‘m not close yet." You pant and earn another deep chuckle.

Toji, spent on your words like it's personal now, reaches between your bodies instantly, his fingers finding your clit. He starts rubbing circles around it, matching the pace of his thrusts. "Better now?” He growls softly.

You slur an inaudible ‘yes’ and then a ‘more’

"You're so fucking needy..." He hisses, his fingers picking up speed.

He leans down to suck on your neck— no your collarbone, biting gently as he hammers his dick inside you harder, faster. And fuck, maybe it’s the pull of the moment and your dizzy head but you feel like your car might actually break with how hard his thrusts are.

You’re too far gone, drunk into this moment like your body won’t stop wanting more and more from him with every buck of his hips. You push back the splitting pain of his girth, past the sound of skin clapping on skin and Toji groans, his thumb pressing down on your clit as his fingers continue to circle it.

“‘S too good”

"Damn it..." He laughs softly, his hips snapping forward harder into you.

He feels just how sensitive you are there, so he hits that spot again and again and again. Fingers spreading your pussy lips apart slightly, giving him better access and rubbing your clit faster.

You like it more than you want to admit, you like being spread open and played with, you love the way he drags his tongue to whatever skin is exposed from your chest and this angle— it’s him hitting all the right spots all at once that makes that knot in your lower stomach tighten.

“Fuck, you're killing me..." He adds a third finger to your clit, pressing down hard, way too fast as he thrusts deep and holds himself there, grinding against you. "There it is... right fucking there..." His voice is strained as he watches your face contort with pleasure.

You don't even care to fix your face to make it sexy, make it appealing; your lips are open in the shape of an ‘o’, your eyes are closed and there’s surely a bead of sweat forming at the edge of your hairline, ready to run down your forehead.

And Toji thinks, with his eyes snapped wide open, that this is definitely a sight for sore eyes. You're just like he likes his girls. Raw, desperate. Chasing your release while being split on his cock.

He feels you clamp down around him and almost loses it completely, unable to even hold it for even a second. His hips start to jackhammer against yours as he moans against your chest, one hand coming to grab onto the hair at the base of your neck.

"That's it, fuck yes, come for me..." he orders —All the while, his fingers keep that perfect pressure on your clit, making your legs shake. He can feel you're there, before you even do.

He keeps his fingers moving on your clit, feeling your body convulse with pleasure as you come undone above him, hips spasming and thighs clenching hard enough for you to get cramps. Toji watches your face, eyes and mind mesmerized by the way your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“Goddamn..." He lets out a deep groan, one hand still grounding your hips way too harshly as his thrusts become faster, his hips loose at the feeling of drenching him, sogging his cock into you "Fuck...Fuck yeah..."

He pulls out abruptly, making you gasp at the loss of being stuffed to the brick. He grabs his cock, and you widen your eyes at just how hard it is. You only watch, lazily and out of breath as he aligns his tip with your clit and starts jerking himself off quickly. His face contorts in an expression of pleasure similar to yours as he gets closer.

"Fuck..." He's barely holding back his own orgasm as he watches his cock head rub against you, messily parting your pussy lips with each slide.

Back and forth. Left and right.

If the sight of you coming was too much, if it burned like hell, then this? This is purgatory.

"I'm gonna " His breathing is ragged, he's moving between your folds faster, grabbing your hand to guide it through giving the last few strokes before release "You're making me- fuck! Im gonna cum"

It’s on cue after that. The way he moans betrays him, the way he lazily slows down his pace and pushes his hips so far up that your head collides with the roof of the car, the way he says that sudden, deep ‘fuuuuuck’, it all adds up to him, coming undone. Spurting hot strings of cum against your clit and your thighs, even the hem of your skirt and your side pulled panties.

Between heavy breaths, his eyes move down your body, where you're wet with his cum, your sleek and an excessive amount of sweat, watching as his cum drips down between your legs.

"Fucking hell that was so good..." he sighs and slides a finger through the mess on your clit, making you flinch with oversensitivity, deciding to be a gentleman for a second and pull your panties back to their original place.

But truly— it’s just so he won’t get hard again after watching the mess he's made out of your pussy.

And then, gently, flustered and spent, while he's trying to catch his breath, he leans in to kiss your neck gently.

You don’t protest, being fucked out of your goddamn mind, as he pats your ass, giving you a little squeeze that is accompanied with a sinister chuckle, signaling you to get up.

He curses whatever demon possesses him to lean towards you, while buckling his pants closed, to peck you, especially because he catches you off guard– you don’t even manage to turn your head toward him when he catches the left corner of your mouth with his lips.

Your goddamn skin is too soft, too youthful. He wishes that side of his own mouth was as kissable as yours.

“This,” he says against your mouth, “this is exactly what I thought would happen when you showed up lookin’ like that.”

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The ride back is quieter now that you’re all dressed neatly and into the driver’s seat, because you’re trying to ignore the actual ache of being split open, between your legs.

At least this silence– it’s simmering, not awkward. It’s the kind of quiet that hums with all the things neither of you are saying, thick with adrenaline and aftershocks and something else you don’t quite want to name.

Toji hasn’t spoken, touched you, or cracked a joke in five minutes, which might just be a record. He’s slouched in the passenger seat, one arm resting on the door, the other draped over his thigh, hand flexing like he’s still feeling the echo of your touch. His eyes keep flicking to you, sharp and unreadable.

You pull into his street, slowing to a crawl near the curb outside his building. The streetlight flickers above you, spilling just enough yellow light into the car to catch the sharp set of his jaw.

“Here we are” you announce, hand cradling the side of your face.

He doesn’t move to open the door.

Instead, he clears his throat and you can already tell he’s thinking way too hard.

“Hey…” he starts and you glance over at him, laced with curiosity “Can I crash at yours tonight?”

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