#deeep no don't look

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

You know when you see a thing that’s like ‘my favorite version of <ship that you like> is <every single fanon take on this ship that you don’t like condensed in one paragraph> and you’re like oh, excuse me, I seem to have wandered into the wrong house-

[luvwestwood]

❝ DON'T WORRY 'BOUT IT DARLING! ❞ - Toji Fushiguro

— (18+) YOUR CAR BREAKS DOWN DURING A SOLO TRIP, AND A KIND MR. FUSHIGURO OFFERS TO HELP.

₊˚༊*· warnings. nsfw (18+), slow burn, rough sex, hair pulling, p in v, rough sex, slight age gap (r is 22, t is 37), pet names, raw sex, backshots, pulling out/cumming on face/mouth, pussy eating, fingering, light faceslapping, toji lives in a cabin..

₊˚༊*· notes. I missed writing sm... also, this was one of those stories where i just got carried away writing.. also if your car breaks down in the middle of no where, please don't follow a random man back to his cabin. toji is not real.

7,035 words (25m read)

header art used - credits to @/yunonoai on twt!

A holiday. The perfect thing you needed to ease your mind— work had been fucking you up lately, so you specifically had requested a few days off.

Realising you never spend time with yourself, and yourself only, had brought you to the idea of going on a solo trip. Although with budget cut short, you could only opt for a solo-road-trip; still well away from the city, and everyone.

So far, you thought it was perfect. Just you and your trusty volks beetle, cruising off for a few days to be surrounded by the county’s evergreen trees, and going down a spiral of constantly smelling wet bark here and there.

Crashing at the nearest motel just a few miles south, and digging into a typical, pancake breakfast at the closest diner the next morning. Quite basic, but you thought that it was unironically the calmest idea for a 'holiday' yet.

Pressing on the playback button, the car radio immediately sounded out the currently inserted tape that was halfway played through, your eyes rolling at the song choice.

“..I wake up in the morning I got murder on my min-“

The sound of the tape bypassing the opening filled with the car, along with silence and the engine running. “Oh for fucks sake, Yuji definitely put that in there.”

Balancing between keeping your eyes on the road, and your surroundings, you toss the DVD away to the passengers side; rummaging around the glove compartment for another disk.

But you found the peace as of now quite calming, resulting in you rolling your windows down by the slightest— taking in the natural noise of the environment.

Your cheeks turned cold to the touch as the breeze wafted throughout your entire car, your back pressing against the fabric seats, eyes only closing for a millisecond to take everything in.

Dressed in a tank top and shorts, my, it seemed like you were ready for.. who knows what. Hopefully no one takes you, accidentally, for a side-street hooker.

Bit silent, you suppose— seeing that there was no other car on this specific road too. It was eerie, but enjoyable at the same time. I mean, the road was in the middle of the woods so I doubt people would be passing in and out of here often.

Hand reaching back into the glove compartment, you grab a hold of a random disk, analyzing it as soon as you withdrew your hand back into your lap.

..The Cranberries, not too bad. Something to lighten up the mood a bit. Biting down on your bottom lip, you divert your attention away from the road for a millisecond— pushing the disk into the radio player with a swift movement.

The familiar intro of Linger began to play. Your two hands clutched onto the wheel tighter, letting out a squeal as a result of hearing one of your favorite songs.

What seemed like forever, you wondered if the road was going to look different anytime soon. It felt as if you haven't seen some sort of sign telling you there would be a bed and breakfast ten minutes up, but you simply brushed it off.

"..And I'm in so deeep, you know I'm such a fool for youuu.." Taking advantage of the empty roads, you notched the volume a bit higher, belting out your shower-learnt vocals with all your heart.

Concerning LEDs flashing on your dashboard suddenly caught your eye, your singing stopping right in the middle of the chorus.

Frantically looking down at the light, and at the road in front of you, the sensible decision to pull over came across your mind— your car quickly swerving to the side of the road, Linger still, playing as everything started to go downhill.

"W-what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Your hands fall onto your lap, brows furrowed at one warning appearing after the other, a whimper slipping past your lips as worry grew.

Looking out the rear window, then to the front, you've realised you're all alone. No help nearby, not for another while. Groaning, you darted your eyes back to your dashboard, seeing about three more warnings show up.

"Fuck- not now, oh come on!" ...Can't even get peace on my day off, can I?

Pulling on the latch underneath, you popped the hood open. Killing the ignition, you grab your zip-up from the backseat, throwing it on before stepping out of the car; sizzling, and smoke coming from under the hood.

"I swear.. if this is a trap for a murder film, just take me already. My survival instincts are through the roof.."

Sighing, you lift the hood up, a big cloud of grey smoke slapping you in the face, like you could suffocate any moment now.

"The hell?!" Coughing, you fanned your face, taking a few, cautious steps back from the vehicle. As soon as the smoke had went away, you leaned back in; analysing each part of your engine.

A scoff escapes your mouth, silently laughing at yourself. "Literally what the fuck am I meant to be looking at." Knuckles resting atop your hips, you stood up straight, chipping away at your fingernails with your teeth.

"..Okay, maybe I'll try and start it... and if all goes wrong- call the insurance company."

Blowing out a relieving breath, you sit back into the driver's seat, twisting the key, trying to get your car to start.

Nothing but the sweet sound of failure. Two more tries, and still the same outcome.

"..Insurance company.. right."

Unable to locate your phone, you let out a confused noise- looking sideways and upside down your car for it. "..Where could it.. be..?"

Though.. something seemed, off. Your head slowly rose up from below the passengers seat, peeping just above the car door.

A man, walking- closer, and closer.. It seems. Your heart began to thump against your chest- begging to jump out. Breathing labored, your eyes widen, body freezing at the most inconvenient of times. Wait, is he holding an axe?

"M-my.. my phone?!" With haste in your movements, you rummage through everything like a mad man, making a total mess of your car- the same mysterious guy getting closer and closer, tauntingly walking out from the deep woods.

Sitting back against your seat, your mouth gapes open; eyes glued straight ahead. This is it, I manifested it. Now why on earth did I say that?! It's over for me, I'm cooked.

You let out a mewl, attempting to sob, solely squeezing your eyes shut. Too scared to look one last time to your side, you took a few deep breaths, chanting mini prayers to save the last bit of you.

A tap on the window came from your side, your one eye opening itself. Hesitant, you slowly turn your head; seeing a muscular torso at the window tapping the glass with the handle of his axe, before the man leans down to show his face.

Dressed in jeans and a flannel, with jagged, raven colored hair— and a face to perfectly compliment his jacked up body. I see. But now's not the time to play a dating game.

"..Ma'am?" His voice deep, and rusty, your face grew more concerned, mouth still gawking like a freak in fear.

"..God, p-please don't kill me.." A quiet peep comes from you, the man resting a hand on your roof, still bent down, and chuckling.

"Lady, I could see your car smokin' all the way from my cabin. I couldn't help but see what's the matter. You want me to check it out for you, or not?" His voice happened to be quite faint from behind the glass, though you could make out what he seemed to be saying.

"..Oh... I don't mind, I just have no clue what to do, I.." Words coming out in a blabber, you stumbled over what you wanted to say, confusion written all over the mans face.

"Slow down, will ya? Can't even comprehend half the words you're saying."

Shaking your head, you brushed it off. "You know what.. forget it.. just.. check what's happening under that hood, please?"

He nods, disappearing from your window to walk around to the front of the car. Deciding to step out too, you came to the conclusion that he seemed like an okay man to trust with your car. But you just had to make sure he wasn't gonna fit some sort of tracker underneath your engine..

Crossing your arms, you walked closer to the man, who seemed to know what he was doing. Observing from a few steps away, you watched him twist and turn at a few things, no fear in getting his hands dirty. He seemed bigger at this angle, a bit bigger than you, so if he were to murder you right now... it's over.

"..Do you always carry around that axe?" Referring to the same tool that was now on the ground, you noticed his lips curl into a smile, taking note of the fading scar on the side of his mouth also.

Letting out an amused chuckle, his eyes remained focused on the problem in front of him, but his voice was able to answer something else at the same time. "Living in the middle of the woods, I think you'd do the same."

You nod, accepting the answer with no further questions. Although a few more silly ones came out of you..

"Have you ever been chased by a bear.. while living out here?" Swaying back and forth on your tippy toes, your arms stay crossed, teeth chewing at your bottom lip as you anticipated a genuine answer.

He stops, torso still bent down but head looking up at you, facial expressions unimpressed. "Do pretty girls like you always ask all these stupid questions..?"

Blinking, you freeze, at the blunt compliment and sharp stab of his words. "..I was just curious. Also, I don't even know your name. You know, if you try to kidnap me, and I happen to escape, and-"

"Toji." Short and direct, he answers that question. "Now that you've told me your game plan, I could've easily lied about my name.

Your throat running dry, you clear it out with a grunt, Toji standing back up with an unhopeful look on his face. "..Yeah, your car is busted." He picks his axe back up, turning his body to you.

"..What? But- there's no reception here and.. I have no where to go..." Great. You've told him that you're helpless, and a young, vulnerable girl who's all alone on a solo trip.

"Wait- so you're telling me you're all alone, in the middle of these woods. Lady, do you not know that there's literally nothing here but dirt and trees?" His face scrunched up in disbelief, he genuinely wondered what a girl like you would be doing here.

"..I just wanted a holiday... on my own and.. I thought.. I could crash at some motel like in the movies and.. and.. pancakes.. oh the pancakes.." A sob chokes out of you, warm tears beginning to stain your cheeks at the thought of your vacation going downhill.

Toji, on the other hand looks more confused at this rate, his voice stammering, unsure of how to console you. A random girl, crying in front of him.. Great.

"Uh, don't cry- I didn't mean to.." Scratching at his nape, he waits until you stop crying your guts out, and successfully, you do. "Look, how about I'll fix your car for you, but first we get you a place to stay."

Sniffling, you look up at him, an ounce of hope springing back into you. "..R-really?"

Relieved, Toji was able to relax by the slightest after finally getting you to stop sobbing in front of him. Comforting wasn't his forte. "Yeah, don't worry 'bout it darling. But my cabin is the only thing I could offer right now. I told you, there's nothing in this place. No.. 'motel'..."

Looking back at your busted car, then returning to Toji, he shrugs his shoulders; mouthing, 'the choice is yours.' He wasn't pressuring you at all, but it was true that there was no other option. Outside the city wasn't all that, and you learnt the hard way.

"...Fine, just don't.. don't murder me.. I don't wanna die." Toying with the zip of your hoodie, you divert your gaze away from Toji, deciding to look at the ground instead.

He grunts, grabbing his head in frustration. "Would you quit with that murder bull-crap?! How many times do I have to say it. Should be me who's scared of a Michael Myers venturing 'round these woods." Toji shakes his head in disapproval. "Just grab your things and get movin' will you? Sun's about to set soon."

Unamused yourself, you shoot him a glare, walking over to the backseat door to grab your backpack full of everything. Slamming the door shut, you sensibly grab your keys, properly locking everything before Toji shuts the hood, resting his axe on his shoulder.

The man gestures you to follow him, hopefully not towards your death. Trailing behind his large figure, Toji occasionally glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were still there and didn't happen to run off; more than certain that you were shitting your pants right now.

Readjusting the heavy backpack on your shoulder, you struggled, mentally complaining, but too afraid to ask if you were there yet. Guess you'll take the blame for this one. Should've packed light I suppose..

"We're here, incase you were wondering." Toji stops in his tracks, turning his body back around to face you before making his way to the onto the porch.

Surprisingly, it was nice and big, and seemed homely. "Not gonna lie, I thought you lived in a run down shack in the middle of no where. With like, bugs and stuff?"

"Who do you take me for?" He scoffs, "Come in when you're ready. Also mind your step." Toji points out the mini stairs just below the porch, before disappearing off inside. He really made sure that you didn't feel pressured to do anything whatsoever. So he let you enter at your own will.

Taking note of your surroundings outside one last time, you let out a deep breath before stepping inside.

Warm air engulfed you, heat coming from a well built fire place. It actually was nice inside, and everything everywhere made sense. The architecture of the cabin really had Toji written all over it.

Nothing was run down. It felt like a home, just with a rustic style to it. The sofa actually had a throw draped over it, a flat screen tv mounted just above the fireplace. There was also a nice view of a body of water outside some large windows.

Toji paced around the sofas just after resting his axe safely in a corner, stretching his arms out; toned muscles flexing from the warm, yellowish light in the cabin.

"Make yourself at home, you take my room tonight. I'll crash on the sofa." He makes his way to the other side of the cabin, supposedly the entrance to his bedroom. Toji leaning against the door frame, he watched as you stood still in one spot, still observing your surroundings.

"Also has its own bathroom, so no need to worry about me walking in on you. There's locks too from the inside. And I don't care about you going through anything. I've got nothing to hide." Toji continues, he sure knows the questions you're about to ask. This man is always thinking ahead.

"..Thanks, Toji. That's really nice of you." Walking closer to the entrance of his room, you slide the backpack off your shoulder, holding onto the heavy load with two hands at this point. The backpack swings between your legs as you walk past him, Toji grunting before leaving you be.

He fucks off somewhere into the kitchen, meanwhile you lock the doors behind you immediately. You already smelled of bark and leaves, and not to mention, the stinky smoke from your car earlier.

Tossing your backpack onto an armchair nearby, eye glancing over a few frames with Toji in them. Some of him alone, with a fish in his hand, the other.. Possibly some old friends.

Curious, you looked around the dresser for some more things that could tell you a bit more about himself.

In the corner was a birthday card, which didn't evidently tell you his age, but you found out as soon as you opened it up to see what was written.

"Happy Birthday big guy, can't beleeve your old ass is 37! - Your pal, Gojo🖕"

Who the hell is Gojo? And, that's not old.. right? You scoffed more so at the fact that the word 'believe' was spelt wrong other than the badly drawn middle finger. Just a little habit of yours you can't control. Considering you were 22, Toji was kind of old enough to be your guardian, somehow.. but let's not get into that.

Attempting to place the card exactly where it had belonged, you were happy enough with your first try; still curious to find any hidden gems, but you were unsuccessful.

Letting out a hum, you took another look around your surroundings, nodding gently in approval at the view that he also had just outside of his bedroom. Seems like he knew how to build this place the way he wanted to.

Halfway pacing around his room, you realised that he probably thinks you've been silent for too long. Deciding to step into his bathroom, notice a shaver and some cream on the sink. Allowing the shower to run, you hoped the noise would calm his nerves to let him know you're still here, and alive.

Oh, being a curious cat you open his mirror cabinet just to take a tiny peek before your shower. Says he's got nothing to hide, so..

After-shave, lotion, pain-killers and a box.. An unopened box of extra large condoms.

You gulp before blinking rapidly, closing the mirror cabinet without a second to waste. You weren't sure if you should be mortified or impressed and relieved that they were unopened. Wait, as if it matters?

Locking the bathroom door just to be cautious, you quickly did so before stripping your clothes completely to the ground, kicking off your converse and socks before hopping into the warm shower.

The droplets trickled down your body, feeling more calm now that you've had a shower. Allowing the water to run over your hair, you scrubbed your scalp with your fingertips, completely soaking your body. You looked over to the shower caddy hanging on the wall before grabbing a familiar brand of shampoo.

Massaging that into your hair, you hurried on with your shower, making sure that you didn't hog all the hot water. You assumed that he had to start up a big ass generator minutes away just to get a drop of it, forgetting the fact that it was '24, and there was some such thing as a boiler.

The shower ended up being just fine, and Toji didn't bother you at all. He didn't force the door open, don't worry; and everything was just the way it was left in the room.

You didn't have anything else left to wear than the matching tank and shorts set you bought at TJ-Maxx solely for this solo trip. You didn't have to worry about your feet being cold, as the hardwood floors were surprisingly heated.

Quickly drying your hair with one of his towels, you figured that he didn't have a hairdryer, so you had no choice but to leave it to air dry.

Finally unlocking the bedroom door, you opened it to see Toji busy behind the kitchen island. Assuming he was cooking, you made your way closer, sitting on a bar stool nearby.

Toji had a tea towel draped over his shoulder, and the smell of cooked meat entered your nostrils.

"If you're a vegan, it's your unlucky day." He says, clearly knowing you were seated behind him.

You laugh, resting your elbows on the counter, watching him like a hawk . "I eat everything, don't worry."

"Good." He says before turning back towards you with a plate of steak, potatoes and asparagus. Unlike earlier, this time a pleasant cloud of steam hit you in the face, the smell making your tummy grumble.

Toji has a plate of his own, leaning against the counter behind him as he watches your every move, waiting for you to take a bite. He pokes at a potato, tossing it into his mouth before saying something.

"Wake up early tomorrow, I'll teach you what to do in case something like this happens again. I don't expect you to follow a man again back to his cabin in the middle of no where.." Prodding at a few more pieces of steak, he notices you were busy digging into your own plate.

You just let out a hum of approval, Toji slowly sliding a glass of water towards you before you could choke anytime soon.

Setting your cutlery down, you look up at Toji standing, busy eating his own dinner. Here comes the wave of questions.. "Hmm, do you ever get lonely out here?"

Unphased by the question, Toji continues eating, but answers your curiosity. "Nah, I like being alone. I'm used to it anyways. Friends do come visit, but not always." He shrugs, unable to make eye contact with you.

"..I see.." Nodding, your mind jumps back to the unopened box of condoms back in Toji's bathroom, your inner voice mentally cursing at yourself for being too curious.

Letting famish get the best of you, you devoured everything on the plate in record breaking time, politely pairing the cutlery together on the dish. "Uhm, Toji? I can clean up. It's the least I could do."

The man just finishing his own plate, he sets it on the counter beside him, looking at you, impressed. "Seriously? 'right then."

Hopping off the stool, you make your way past him, feeling Toji's gaze burn into the back of your head, before you reached around him for his plate, and your own on the island. Bringing the two to the sink, you began to wash them with the sponge, occasionally looking out the kitchen window.

It had gone dark quickly. Who knows if Toji never had come across you.

"You got a boyfriend or what?" A first time question from the man, and it was one you didn't expect. He remained leaning against the counter, watching your every move from behind you.

Suppressing a panicked turn of your head, you kept your vision down at the dishes, gliding your hand over the dishes and under the water, you gulped before answering.

"No, not anymore. I broke up with him cause I found out he was cheating on me with some girl on the majorette team in college." Your insides burned at the memory of you walking in on them at a party bathroom, but you didn't let it get to you, not now.

Toji didn't let out a hum of approval, and instead stayed quiet. All he did was place your empty glass beside the sink that you seemed to have forgotten all about. Taking that too, you scrubbed it with the sponge before rinsing it off and placing it on the drying rack.

"All done," you dried your hands on the fabric of your shorts behind you, turning back around to Toji who was in the same position, but this time, his hands held onto the counter's edge on either side of him.

Peering at the drying rack around you, he pouted in approval, "Done a fairly good job I suppose,"

You scoff, "It was just washing dishes. Nothing hard."

"I'll be right back. No tomfoolery, and don't open that door." Toji glances to the front door, before disappearing off into his bedroom, the door closing. You thought nothing of it, walking over to the L-shaped sofa to see what was on TV. Some stupid deer documentary was on, typical, but you changed it to something more entertaining like a soap.

You assumed that he had no Netflix on it, and you were right. You can't really imagine Toji watching an episode of The Office.

Propping the side of your head onto your knuckles, your eyes bored at the screen, barely paying attention to what was on the TV. Glancing over to the clock on the wall, you read the time to be almost 9 o'clock, which shocked you.

Letting out your fifth sigh of the day, you flickered back and forth through the channels before hearing a door open behind you, Toji stepping out of his room, and this time, dressed in grey sweats and a t-shirt. His hair was slightly damp, as you noticed him sitting just after your feet, ensuring a distance between you two.

"What's this crap you're watching?" Toji rests his elbows on his knees before relaxing back onto the sofa, legs spreading as he made himself comfortable.

Tossing the remote over to his side, you roll your eyes. "Knew you would say that."

The man attempted to focus on the shit show in front of him, brows furrowing, but eventually he seemed interested.

Sitting up, you cross your legs, groaning. "There's nothing good on TV. I'm going to bed."

Toji looked to his side, watching as you stood up and left, and he had to admit— he did get a look at your behind. But no one could beat that out of him. "Alright, suit yourself. Sweet dreams. Remember, up early tomorrow."

You glanced behind your shoulder before stepping into his room, not shutting the door fully but leaving a slight gap between the frame and the door itself.

After scavenging through the side pocket of your backpack, you returned back into Toji's bathroom with your toothbrush this time. Stealing a pea of his own toothpaste, you stared at yourself in his mirror as you brushed away.

You could still hear his TV coming from outside, and it sounded like the channel didn't change. He was probably fixated on the show by now. After spitting out, you rinsed off your toothbrush, before heading back out to place it back into your backpack.

Before hopping into bed, you neatly folded your things away, ensuring you cleaned up after yourself as you hated leaving a mess behind, especially if you weren't in a space of your own.

Letting out a sigh, you crawled into his bed, surprisingly filled with two fluffy pillows, and not just one flat ass cushion. Toji's bed strongly smelled like aftershave, supposedly the one in his bathroom mirror. It was comforting though, and wasn't an unpleasant scent.

Covering your upper half with the duvet, you laid flat on your back, eyes staring up at the ceiling before your lids slowly grew heavy and soon enough, closing shut.

You managed to sleep halfway through the night, until, it had began to thunder, and rain heavily. The drops pattered against the glass window, waking you from your slumber inconveniently.

Sitting up in bed, you look around, noticing everything was still the same. The door remained slightly open, and you could see that the TV has still been on until now, but sounded different.

Looking out the window, you couldn't see much from the heavy rain blinding the environment. It was lashing outside, and unfortunately, you were unable to fall back into sleep.

Pursing your lips together, you climbed out of bed, making your way to the door before opening it by a bit.

You treaded lightly, seeing Toji's head behind the sofa. Unable to tell if he was asleep or not, noticing that the TV was on, you approached him closer. Your head peeked over the sofa slightly, voice calling out his name.

"..Toji? ....Toji." You let out a loud whisper, the man grunting and turning his head around. It seems that he was fast asleep, but... sitting up. How scary.

"I can't sleep.. the weather, it's really awful outside." Nipping at the fabric of your shorts, you sucked in a labored breath of air through your nostrils before initiating a question. "..Can you- sleep beside me?"

Toji seemed less asleep, and now, he was wide awake. He looked over to the clock before reaching for the remote to switch off the TV. It was halfway through one in the morning. "What are you, nine?" He laughs before getting up from the sofa, trailing behind the sofa to follow you back into the room.

He questioned no more, and agreed. He'd do anything to be back in his room anyways, in the comfort of his bed, but of course knowing Toji— he'd never admit that.

The two of you hurried back into the bedroom, Toji automatically walking over to his side, while you, crawl back into bed. Making yourself comfortable again, you drape the cover over yourself, feeling the weight of the bed shift beside you, Toji making himself comfortable also.

You turn to your side, back facing Toji, unable to have him stare at your face all night. The room grew silent, and only the sound of the rain tapping against the window could be heard. Though you could still feel his gaze burning into your back, which happened to go away soon enough.

"No stupid stuff." He suddenly blurts out, which you were unable to decipher. Was he talking about what you thought he meant?

You decided not to respond, and instead, shifted around. You could feel Toji's natural body warmth all over your back, and with one more shift, you realised that he was close to you, actually, way too close to you.

But it was too late to move back, as you were too scared of irritating him by shuffling around so much that he'd kick you out.

A large hand snakes onto the side of your waist, gently gripping at your stomach. "Quit movin' around so much, will you?" It was Toji's hand, and he firmly kept you in place. Preventing any further movement. The continuous friction of your shorts against him had aroused him of some sort, and it was uncontrollable.

Another hard bump rested on the behind of your shorts, your eyes flying wide open, unable to shut now. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know.. I'll stop."

"Sure, you didn't know what you were doing?" You couldn't see the expression on his face, and could only judge by the tone of his voice. Too bad you were facing away from him right now.

Giving in, your body aggressively shifts to face him, the natural moonlight peering through the windows leaving a bright enough glow on his face.

You gulp, Toji hesitantly using his finger to move away the fly-aways covering your face to get a better look at you. "..Don't know why that jerk cheated on you."

"..You don't know me, so.." You let out, Toji's brows furrowing as he studied your features harder.

Alternating between your eyes and lips, he let out a mixture of a grunt and a laugh. "Should go for a real man."

Your breath hitches at his remark, your mind trailing off to other translations of his sentence. He talking about the fucking, or dating aspect?

Silence grew between you, his thumb carefully swiping over your soft bottom lip. The air grew thicker and thicker, a sort of tension lingering throughout the room. You couldn't tell what initiated it, but the air felt suffocating, like it had its own hold of you.

Leaning in closer to his face, your warm breath fanned against his lips before he cupped your cheek with his hand, holding you close as your mouths latched onto each other. The tension between you two diminishing as your tongues intertwined.

Toji laid flat on his back as you straddled him under the sheets, the kiss turning sloppier, with a blend of spit coating your chins, the two of you moaning into each other.

You whimper, pulling away as you felt his teeth tug onto your bottom lip, a long, string of saliva creating a bridge between the two of you, both panting, chests heaving heavily.

Swiftly stripping your tank above your head, the sudden air had bit your skin, nipples growing hard to the touch, all perky and erect. Unable to see in the midst of the fabric covering your sights, you could feel both of Toji's large hands cupping your breasts, massaging them— thumbs toying teasingly at your nipples.

Palms pressing onto the flat of your back, Toji guides your hips with no rush in his movements, back and forth, groaning at the grinding sensation over his sweats, head heavily leaning against the pillow. Your top slides down onto the bedroom floor, breath irregular as you felt the thick tent in his pants dig into you.

You both swap positions, Toji flipping the two of you around with ease and no struggle in his demeanor, the man anchoring himself between your thighs.

Toji's lips latch onto your breasts, warm mouth wrapped around one, sucking away hungrily as he fondled with the other. A pop leaves his mouth as he lets go, using a finger to flicker your nipple gently, your warm, spit-covered nipples growing hard once again as soon as it meets the cold air.

You watch as Toji goes down on you, breath shaking as he peppered kisses down your stomach, disappearing underneath the sheets; leaving a few pecks dangerously close, and somewhere on your inner thigh.

Feeling his pointer and middle finger tug at the waistband of your shorts, you could tell that he was waiting; and so you raised your hips up slightly, allowing him to drag them down your legs.

His hands clasp around your two thighs, bringing you closer to his face, though you just couldn't see; Toji's tongue leaving behind a wet stripe against your clothed pussy, your body shuddering at the feeling.

Your mouth could only gape open, your eyes peering up at the same ceiling as you let out breathless moans here and there.

Toji's middle finger tugged your panties to the side, allowing your bare pussy to be on show to him completely, finally landing yet another stripe with his warm tongue. He eagerly sucks, sticking his same middle finger in, fucking your hole gently as he alternates between licking and fingering.

Letting out quiet moans, you fondle with your breasts, legs squirming as he inserted another digit, Toji using both hands to rip your underwear completely as he sucked on your clit

Your hand reaches for the pillow behind you, fingers clawing at the fabric.

Toji raised his own hips, practically on his knees to be able to palm at his own cock as played with you for your own pleasure, getting off to your moans as he continued to have you undone with his touch.

You could hear him grunt lowly, from time to time, but grunting in disapproval whenever you'd stamp your thighs on either side of his head, trapping him between your legs.

Your head leaning back, you gasped, eyes rolling as Toji curled his fingers up into you, eventually allowing his movements to come to a complete halt, your throat mewling in dissatisfaction.

"Not so fast, wanna feel you cum 'round something else," Toji appears in front of you, arising from under the sheets; stripping his own shirt off his body before tossing it somewhere across the room.

His body shifted around, and you assumed it was to get the condoms, where you already knew was located. Though you quickly took a hold of the strings on his waistband, pulling him back.

"No- I wanna feel you raw, Toji," Looking up at him as you said so, still laid on your back; the man could've sworn that his cock twitched at what you had just said.

Surprisingly, he nods, moving about to get his pants fully off him, struggling a bit, but managing in the end.

Toji uses a hand to jerk his thick length repeatedly, the other free playing with the flesh on your waist. "You sure about this?"

"I am." You replied, busy wondering how he was gonna fit inside of you. The condoms weren't lying.

Slightly and slowly pushing his tip into you, followed by the rest, the two of you groaned at the feeling, Toji grabbing onto both sides of your waist eventually; grip growing tighter as he stuffed you full. Your fingers clawed at his wrists, a moan escaping your mouth as you felt his girth stretching you out, Toji using his thumbs to caress your sides gently.

"All good?" He made sure, and you nod, letting him know that he could move, and you were perfectly fine.

Toji's hips began to rock back and forth, occasional groans coming from him, mentally thanking you for the fact that you let him do it raw.

"..F-faster," you let out, Toji now placing both of his hands on either side of your head, his hips bucking into you faster and deeper; the bed slightly creaking from his movements.

He continues to groan endlessly, head jerking back as he felt your gummy walls take him completely, cursing over and over again. Toji smashes his lips onto yours again, you moaning as a result, the man taking your head into his hands as he held you close; forehead leaning on yours as his cock bullied your insides relentlessly.

Pulling away, Toji grabs both of your legs, resting your ankle on each of his shoulders— allowing him to fuck into you deeper, and be impossibly closer, the man fucking you into a nasty mating press as the creaking intensifies; the headboard beginning to hit against the walls, the legs of the bed scratching all over the floorboards.

"S-shit, To-oji," Voice breaking up your words, you dig your fingertips deep into the muscle on his shoulder, Toji moaning closely against the shell of your ear.

He growls, resting his forehead on yours once again, maintaining eye contact with you, so intimately; "That's it doll, moan my name, come on," he coos, watching as your eyes squeeze shut; the man reaching his hand up to gently slap it against your cheek— telling you to keep your eyes on him.

You do so, and endlessly chant his name like a prayer; Toji grinning and leaving a peck on your lips before letting your legs go, allowing them to flop on either sides of his waist, effortlessly flipping you back around.

Pulling out rapidly, the flat of his palm presses against your spine. Hands kneading at your ass cheeks as he spreads them apart, leaving a long wet lick from your pussy past your asshole, he slides his cock back into your dripping hole— maintaining his previous pace as he holds onto the headboard, drilling into you with no mercy.

Beads of sweat glistened his body like that pane of glass, strands of his recently washed hair now sticking to his forehead.

"Atta girl," he moans, slapping your ass and leaving a red hand-print. "Fuck, take this cock," Your ass rippling against his pelvis, Toji grabs a handful of the soft of your cheeks, fucking you back onto his cock; a symphony of ass slapping, and balls hitting against your clit sounding throughout the room.

Your forehead falls heavy onto the pillow, voice muffled as you moaned helplessly into it; Toji fucking you in all the right spots, he meant it when he said you should find yourself a real man. He was showing you, what a real man was.

"C'mon baby, I wanna feel you cum all over me, p-please?" Toji pleads, his thrusts slowing in pace, but still rutting in deep as he fucks you passionately, guiding you by your waist back and forth on his cock to get those last few strokes.

Toji leans forward, pressing a tender kiss on your shoulder blade, feeling down your back as he left a few more, shivers going down your spine as he roamed his hands all over you,

A creamy ring forms at his shaft, thickening over time as he continued to fuck in and out of you; playfully pulling his thick cock out to heavily rest it against your ass, gliding it between your cheeks before sliding it back in. His tip red, and glossy, your eyes rolled as he slipped himself inside.

Toji picks up the pace once more, urging you to your orgasm; your fingers clawing behind you, trying to stop him from moving any more, your two legs shaking as they attempted to stay up, and support you in your arch.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back towards him; fucking your mind as he finishes you off from behind. "I'm gonna c-cum, oh fuck," you squeal, eventually making a mess all over his cock, squirting— Toji still fucking into you as your orgasm had washed over your body.

A dark puddle forms on the bedsheets underneath you, and your slick soaks on the flat of his thighs, a squelching noise emitting from underneath as you lazily rubbed circles on your clit; eyes rolling from the several sensations hitting you all at once— Toji’s cock continuing to piston into you.

Toji grunts, feeling you clench and unclench round his cock; a firm slap stinging against your left cheek as he instantly pulls out. "Turn around," he commands, breathing heavily and you obey; a firm grip still in your hair— the man guiding his cock with his index and thumb towards your lips.

Slapping his heavy girth against your mouth, warm ropes of white decorate your face; Toji grunting as he watches your face be painted with white, smearing his artwork all over your face, pushing his tip gently into your mouth as you sucked, sticking your tongue out for visual confirmation of the white orb of cum resting on it.

"Fuck.." he whispers, "Swallow it baby," Toji smacks his tip against your cheek, soon enough letting go of your scalp as he jerked his cock with a last few strokes.

Upon letting go, he immediately cupped your face into his palms once again, rewarding you with a tender kiss on the lips, sneaking a quick fondle at your breast.

Toji glances out the window, returning his gaze back to you glowing under the moon's light. The loud storm had stopped long ago. "..Don't you think those backshots were louder than that thunder clapping out there?"

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⤳ as always, thank you for the love on each and every one of my posts! it means the world to me. ily all soo soo much!

[luvwestwood masterlist]

[arlertwhore]

pairing: paige bueckers x fem! reader warning(s): ladies, red warning so yk i'm not playing — NASTYYYYY dirty talk ahead, mating press, lowkey highkey breeding kink, daddy kink, crying, deepness / cervix-play, strap, i think thats it but one more warning for that dirty talk.

synopsis: baby daddy paige in da building! don't even wanna say too much 😅 brave girls read! word count: 695. Author Note: guys i have no recollection of when i wrote this which is what makes it sicker...i can just tell i was in the throes of ovulation & baby fever tho (as i usually am) 😓

“Take it, baby, fuck—”Paige growled, giving your cunt unimpeded deep strokes, the blonde thrusting into you with relentless speed, a proud grin spreading across her sexy, sweat-slicked face as she pounded you into the mattress. "Fuck, ma, look how much she likes that dick, hm?"

"Yeah, shit P, oh! Shit daddy, fuck me like that, fuck-" you whined, your voice breaking as your body trembled with pleasure, hips bucking up to meet each of her piercing strokes, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

Paige shifted back, hoisting your ankles over her shoulders and folding you deeper into the mattress, her brows furrowed and bottom lip bitten down in intense concentration as she positioned you in the mating press. —She was so close to your drenched pussy—sweaty body flush against yours, nipples coated in your slick sweat pressed together, and she had somehow managed to fit all the length of her strap impossibly within you, buried to fucking hilt. She was screwing you with an intensity that felt like life itself, yet it was as if she was simultaneously killing you.

She was way stronger, way bigger, and had the stamina to keep up at it for multiple rounds: with the determination in her movements and the determined look on her face, you knew there was no chance of her letting you up soon—especially not when you could feel every single inch of the plastic inside your soaked, dripping cunt, and the faint pulse of her vibrator against your g-spot. "Deep, baby, deeep... aw shit," she groaned as she plunged into the depths of your cunt, her movements audible and slick, cock messily slipping in & out of you like a fountain. Your arousal dripped dirtily all over both your thighs, coating both Paige, yourself, and the sheets beneath you. Your toes clenched tightly, a shout escaping you, far too loud for a 3 a.m. night in your condo. She filled you, true to her word, her thrusts deep and unyielding as you clung to her back—perhaps for comfort, even as she was the one ravaging your pussy. Your purple nails raked into her skin—her favorite color—leaving marks as you desperately pulled her closer, your arousal splashing onto her as she pounded into you.

"Ah! AH! Fuck, Paige... please!" you cried out when you felt the tip of her strap hitting a spot—one you never even knew existed, as you had NEVER had anything prodding this deep inside of you before.

"Where you feelin' me, baby? Hm? Show me where I'm at," she whispered against your cheek, her labored breath mingling with the clapping of slick, heated skin.

Your hands shook as you tried to gather the strength to point, but your mind was spinning. When she spat at you, commanding like a dominatrix, "Where?!" you couldn’t help but obey. "Here! Here, right here, Paige!" you moaned, clutching your lower abdomen, feeling the outline of her strap. She released her grip on your legs briefly, guiding your hands to press down against it. Each thrust emphasized the jab and knock in your gut, sending a euphoric mix of pressure and pleasure through your body.

You made a sound—something between a cry and a shout, lost in the overwhelming of pleasure and passion.

"Imma make that pussy cum again, baby, okay?" she purred, her voice low and almost sweet, making your cunt clench desperately around her strap, anticipation building with every rock of her hips into yours. "Okay? Talk to me, baby—wanna cum on my dick? Want me to fuck my cum into you?" she coaxed. You sobbed, a desperate moan escaping from the depths of your loins—you could barely breathe, and she was thrilled, her blue eyes shining with dark satisfaction.

"Y-yeah, I want your kids, P, mhm!"

She grinned deviously, increasing her pace, each thrust filled with purposeful intent. "Yeah? You want daddys kids? Give my baby something to do while I’m away?"

"I want you, yeah," you gasped at her, and she smirked at that. "I’m gonna make sure you feel me even when I’m gone this week, baby." And just like that, you were cumming, back to square one enduring her pleasuring wrath. MASTERLIST

AUTHOR NOTE #2: i can't even yap right now.. how are we doing ladies? post-war thoughts 🤔😔💭 i've been gone for so long missed ya byeee!

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

duties of the local hotel manager lesbian, plus one very desperate snake man

Sir Pentious: "PLEAAASSSSSE!!!"

Vaggie: "Ugh.” (reading clipboard) “Not now."

Sir Pentious: "PLEASSSE HELP ME!"

Vaggie: "I'm busy."

Sir Pentious: "PLEASSSSe? I will do anything! I, ah, I will do ALL the THINGSSS!!"

Vaggie: "I'm not giving you dance lessons! Do you know what my job here is?"

Sir Pentious: "YES! You are the expert in the loving of women!!"

Vaggie: "I'm hotel manager, and it's one woman singular-"

Vaggie: "Hostia! Let go!"

Sir Pentious: (clinging to her ankles) "I AM BEGGING YOU!"

Vaggie: "And what did I just say? No!"

Sir Pentious: "Help me, purple female! You're my only hope!!"

Vaggie: "Stop calling me that." (starts walks)

Sir Pentious: (still clinging) (getting dragging) "Forgive me! I will call you anything you want, anything you desssire!"

Vaggie: (glaring) (dragging him) "How 'bout my name."

Sir Pentious: "Your... name??"

Vaggie: "That thing I have that no one other than Charlie ever bothers to use-"

Vaggie: -just like the fucking hotel doormat."

Vaggie: "Alright WHO TRACKED BLOOD AND GUTS IN HERE AGAIN!?"

Charlie: (distant) "Not it!"

Sir Pentious: "I'm alssso innocssssent!"

Vaggie: (at charlie)"I know it wasn't you, sweetie! You like the brushy sound the mat makes too much NOT to use it." (at pentious) "And no shit it wasn't you, Pentious. You don't have legs."

Sir Pentious: "And I alwaysss wipe my tail!"

Charlie: "Speaking of wiping, can we add some more disinfectant to the shopping list? I think I'm about to use all ours up..."

Vaggie: "Sure thing. Use it up on what though?"

Charlie: "We-lll..."

Angel Dust: "Hey don't look at me like that, Cheery'O! Not my fault ya walked in without knocking first!"

Charlie: "Angel." (deep breath) "The library is a common area..."

Angel Dust: "Any common area can be a CUMming area if ya jerk at it hard enough~"

Charlie: "VAGGIEEEE! Disinfectant?!"

Vaggie: "On it." (scribbling on clipboard) "No problem."

Sir Pentious: "SSORDID SSSALASCIOUSS SPIDER! Sssee? Aren't I a better guessst than he isss? Perhapss dessserving of one, ssssmall favor?? I do not befoul the hotel with my bedroom bodily fluidsss!"

Vaggie: "No, you just keep blowing holes in it."

Angel Dust: "Ohhhh! Blowing!"

Sir Pentious: "Aha! Not thiss week I haven't!!!"

Charlie: "Angel, not that I don't appreciate the help but, could you maybe not lounge right on the shelf I'm trying to look through-?"

Vaggie: "Really? No major property damage in seven whole days?"

Angel Dust: "I'm finding the perfect book for ya, Charlie chip. Here, look!"

Sir Pentious: "Oh ah, welll, there might be a sssmall hole sssomewhere.."

Charlie: "...you know Moby Dick is about a whale, right?"

Vaggie: "I guess it's still improvement."

Angel Dust: "And gaaaaaay shit yeah."

Charlie: "I'm kinda looking for a bedtime story..."

Sir Pentious: "Improvement yes exsssactly! Jussst has my DANSSCING could be improved!"

Angel Dust: "Two dudes share a bed an' everything in this and ya share one with Vaggity Fair. Perfect fit, I tell ya."

Vaggie: (groaning) "Not this again...."

Charlie: "...I guess.. she does like nautical things like ships..."

Charlie: ".. hey why are some pages stuck together OH ANGEL DUST EW!"

Angel Dust: "That's a five star review right there ain't it?"

Charlie: "I mean I GUESS so but UGH!"

Vaggie: "Charlie? Content warning for the book- the whale kills Ahab at the end."

Charlie: "He WHAT!? No!"

(thump)

Charlie: "BUT- but they're FRIENDS! BESTIES!"

Vaggie: "Not when your dad isn't reading the story sweetie, sorry."

Charlie: "Nooooooo...!"

Angel Dust: "Eh, nothin' some porn without plot fic can't fix. You can be the whale mermaid, V Gal can be the broody crazy ship captain, an' by the third paragraph someone's getting harpooned reeeeeal good and deeep-"

Charlie: "Stop helping me, please."

Angel Dust: "Nah. I'm too booored. Ya place is booooring, Charlie chip."

Sir Pentious: "I disssagreee! WHOLEHEARTEDLY!"

Charlie: "Thanks, Pen!"

Sir Pentious: "YOU ARE MOSSST WELCOME!"

Sir Pentious: (stares up at vaggie hopefully) (tail wagging)

Vaggie: "Pentious...." (sigh)

Vaggie: "Look. How the fuck do you even expect me to teach you dancing stuff when all you have is a tail? Do I look like I know how to do tail dances?"

Sir Pentious: "I DO NOT KNOW! I have no expertissssse in dancssssing! That issss why I sssso dessssperately require your help, oh wissssse and fearful hotel manager!!"

Vaggie: "Still not my name."

Sir Pentious: "PLEEEEEEEEESE-"

Vaggie: "Hold that thought. TO THE OTHER NON-CHARLIE IDIOTS LIVING HERE! Why won't you use the fucking doormat? What the fuck kind of first impression are you trying to make the hotel have!?"

Husk: (slumped over bar) "If we were aiming for a fucking honest impression, we'd need more blood and shit in this place."

Niffty: "Ooooh~" (puts two bugs and some ice in cocktail shaker and shakes) "Blooood."

Husk: "Case in fucking point you little creep."

Niffty: (GIGGLES)

Sir Pentious: "I! I think thisss isss a fine and upssstanding essstablissshment!!"

Husk: "Then you're a dumbass."

Sir Pentious: (HISS) "Ssslander! I DO NOT EVEN HAVE AN ASSSS!"

Vaggie: "Ignore him. Go back to sleeping off the hangover, Husk. You're still shit company right now."

Husk: (grumbles) (curls up under wing)

Niffty: (drapes washcloth over him and pulls out needle) "Blooood..?"

Vaggie: "No Niffty, whoever did this should deal with it this time. You go, uhhh- go catch and juice some more cockroaches or something-"

Angel Dust: "DID YA SAY JUICY COCK-"

Vaggie: "ROACHES YOU MORON! Bugs! Small unsexy creepy crawlies! And so help me you'd BETTER be unsexily helping Charlie decontaminate the library or I sWEAR-!"

Vaggie: "Wait I know those stupid dancing shoe tracks- maldita sea-!"

Vaggie: "ALASTOR!"

Alastor: (oozing from shadows) "Yeeees~?"

Vaggie: "These your shoe marks?"

Alastor: "Indeed they are! And I am TOUCHED you know me so well!"

Vaggie: "Wipe your feet next time. Or do I need to grab you by the scruff of your neck and rub your face in the mess you've made?"

Alastor: "Oh that won't be necessary my dear, even if you WERE capable of it!"

Vaggie: "So you know how to use a doormat?"

Alastor: "Of course~ I am QUITE skilled-"

Vaggie: "Great. Then wipe your feet."

Alastor: "..Now?"

Vaggie: "Now."

Alastor: "......"

Sir Pentious: (tugging at his pants leg) "Do asss sssshe ssasys, pleasse! I need her in a good mood!"

Alastor: "Hm..."

Alastor: (steps out of each and onto the mat) (whips shoes)

Alastor: "Satisfied?"

Vaggie: "Getting there. Now clean up your mess before Niffty has to."

Alastor: "Oh I wouldn't want to DEPRIVE her! All that fresh blood and viscera? You know how much she adores-"

Vaggie: "Then she can go out and clean the streets of hell in her free time for all I care but in this hotel she is not gonna waste her time picking up after you just because you can't be bothered to show her, or the HOTEL, a little fucking respect. You clean this up. Got it?"

Alastor: "You know, my dear." (shadows looming) "I'm not entirely certain you yourself 'get' wHo you ArE tALkINg TO....."

Sir Pentious: "AHHH!" (cowers behind vaggie) "SSSAVE ME MOTH WOMAN!"

Vaggie: (at alastor) "Ohh. Terrifying."

Vaggie: (at pentious) "Also not my name."

Vaggie: (at charlie) "Charlie!"

Charlie: (distracted) "Listen to Vaggie, Alastor! She's hotel manager for a reason- Oh EW what oh shit-"

(cRASH)

Vaggie: "Babe?"

Charlie: "I'm okay, I'm fine!!! We didn't need that glass cabinet anyway, not after what Angel Dust did all over it yesterday!"

Angel Dust: "SIX TIMES bab-y!"

Vaggie: "I don't want to know." (points at alastor) "You heard her."

Alastor: "I.. did."

Vaggie: "Then get cleaning."

Alastor: (sweeping bow as shadows start cleaning) "My pleasure my dear! Anything to stave off the inevitable FAILURE of this quaint little venture and so prolong your DAILY SUFFERING~"

Vaggie: (checking clipboard) "Uh-huh whatever."

Vaggie: (heads for door) (stops)

Vaggie: "Pentious. Let. GO."

Sir Pentious: "But-! Danssscing???"

Vaggie: "No."

Sir Pentious: (wailing) "Mercy, spear wielder! Take pity on meeeee!!!!!"

Vaggie: "Spear wielder? Seriously? Are you allergic to my name?"

Sir Pentious: "H-how could anyone be have an adverssse reaction to ssssomething sssso marvelousss ass-"

Vaggie: (crosses arms) "Then say it."

Sir Pentious: "Errr..... it???"

Vaggie: "My name."

Sir Pentious: "Oh! OH YESSS your NAME of coursssse!! Which issss lovely, but ah. Ah- that would be too- it would be too INFORMAL! Yesss! I am not worthy!"

Vaggie: "You don't know what my name is do you."

Sir Pentious: "I DO!!! Obviousssly!!"

Vaggie: "Then say it."

Sir Pentious: "Um..."

Vaggie: "Say my name, one time, and I'll pencil you in later for dancing tips."

Sir Pentious: "......that'ssss very.. generoussss... yesss, thank you...."

Sir Pentious: "...Erm...."

Sir Pentious: "....Miss... Morningsstar'ssss mate?"

Husk: (SNORTS)

Alastor: "Well I DO suppose that one COULD say~"

Vaggie: "I'm leaving." (pries pentious off) "Don't follow me."

Sir Pentious: "AH NO! NO I KNOW IT!!! Your name isss- VAGELISS!"

Vaggie: "Charlie? I'm heading out now, okay babe?"

Sir Pentious: "V- VIGILANTY???"

Charlie: "Okay! Love you, kissing you, missing you already! Be safe!!"

Sir Pentious: "VIRGINA! No ah, no wait-"

Vaggie: (blows kiss in charlie's direction) "Love you too sweetie~"

Sir Pentious: "You are VIRGINITY!!!!"

Husk: "HA."

Angel Dust: "Is she?!"

Charlie: "Noooope!"

Vaggie: "My name's a lot less ironic than that. Life didn't shit on me that hard." (heading out the door)

Sir Pentious: "NooooOOOOO!" (wiggling after her)

Sir Pentious: "Sssweet lesssbian, ssspare me! I would be on my kneesss if I had any! SSCION OF SSSSSAPPHO I IMPORE YOU- APHRODITE HASSS SSSTRIKEN ME WITH LONGING FOR A PYROTECHNIC HAZZZARD!!!!"

Vaggie: (stops)

A bug: (scurries by frantically) (pursued by cackling niffy)

Vaggie: "...you know Sappho's stuff?"

Sir Pentious: "Yesss? Ssshe isss, one of the greatessst loversss of women in hissstory! Asss a fellow lover of women, I admire her greatly!!"

Charlie: "Oh my dad- my dad and mom did to!!! Neat!"

Vaggie: "Hmm. I... guess..."

Sir Pentious: (eyes huge) "You, guesssss..?"

Vaggie: "Fine. I'll trade help with the shopping bags for a couple of dance lessons tonight. Fair?"

Sir Pentious: "Yess? YESSS! Mossst fair!" (claps hands) "MINIONS-!"

Vaggie: "No minions. You want the lessons you carry the bags."

Sir Pentious: "Ma'am!" (salutes) "My noodlessssque armsss are at your sssservissce!"

Vaggie: "I guess they're also gonna be what we mainly focus on in dancing."

Sir Pentious: "Oh- isss the bag carrying, for practicess then??"

Vaggie: (flexing shoulders) (wincing) "Uh, sure."

Sir Pentious: "P-practicesss for dipping my dansssce partner, or for getting dipped???"

Vaggie: "Whatever floats your boat. Ship. Whatever."

Sir Pentious: "Then I sssshall do my besst! Anything for HER!!"

Vaggie: "That's the woman-loving spirit."

Sir Pentious: "Ssssweet victory ssshall be mine at lassst! By the way, what ISSS your name?"

Vaggie: "You were close. It's very gay."

Sir Pentious: "You are miss Very Gay???"

Vaggie: "These days? Yeah. I sure am."

[xiayannie]

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | scaramouche

synopsis : new years with scaramouche, who only enjoys it because he's spending it with you.

cw(s) : smut below cut! scaramouche x fem! reader, cumming inside, kinda fluffy, not super smutty

SCARAMOUCHE silently checked you out from behind as you were focused on doing some final touches on your makeup.

a small smile made its way up his lips as you stood and did a little twirl. SCARAMOUCHE caught you as you stumbled a bit, pulling you into his hold by the waist.

"how do I look?" you giggled, pushing yourself away a bit to allow him to see you whole. "...you look good." he murmured, but you could tell from his eyes that you he thought more highly of the way you dolled up.

"do you have to look that good though?" SCARAMOUCHE huffed, already feeling a bit jealous at the thought of other guys ogling at you.

"—not that I mind, of course... I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable." understanding his worry, you turned around and cupped his cheeks, sending him a big reassuring grin.

"I'll be alright. afterall, I have the scary dog privilege." you winked at SCARAMOUCHE before leaning to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"...c'mon, loverboy. you wouldn't want to be late to the new years party, hm?"

SCARAMOUCHE grumbled something under his breath, rolling his eyes a bit, but he obediently followed.

the party was alright, but SCARAMOUCHE refrained from expressing his thoughts, as he sported a polite smile. soon, your need to catch up with friends was far greater than your need to stay near him, and his eyes followed your figure attentively through the party.

any individual who would get too close to you would cower away at the intensity at which SCARAMOUCHE glared at them. unaware of what was causing your companions to cut the conversation short, you realized once you felt a pair of arms wrap around your figure protectively.

"...how about we leave after countdown?" SCARAMOUCHE sighed, his grip tightening slightly as he rested his head on your shoulder, his lips slightly pouty.

"what was the point of dressing up then, scara??"

"it's okay. I'll make sure to appreciate the effort you put into making yourself all pretty, once we get home." SCARAMOUCHE's thumb swiped at your lips, catching a bit of color from the product.

his own lips quirked into a small smile as he kissed his thumb gently. a loud announcement made its way to capturing the attention of the crowd, interrupting the small moment between the two of you.

before you knew it, the countdown started.

...3,

...2,

...1,

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

SCARAMOUCHE lifted you up, capturing your lips with his once the fireworks started, not giving you a chance to register what was happening.

dumbfounded, you pulled away breathless, looking at the sight before you. his lips were tintedly lightly red, and his expression had an air of playfulness to it.

cheeky bastard.

"w-wait, wait, waait...!" you cried out, feeling him slip inside from behind you. your eyes rolled back as you clenched around his cock. "...s' too d-deeep...~!" you whimpered, feeling his tip hit your womb.

SCARAMOUCHE carefully took a fistful of your hair, pulling you towards him, causing an arch in your back. he found it hot how pretty you still looked despite the smear of your lipstick and running of mascara. your dress pulled down to where your tits were exposed and bouncing with every thrust.

even though you insisted you couldn't take more, you kept clinging so tightly onto him, and crying every time his dick slipped out of your hole.

it was cute, really.

"should've seen the way those guys were eyeing you up like a pack of wolves... it's too bad they don't know who you belong to."

"isn't that right, pretty girl?"

"mhmmm... jus' yours, all yoursss..." you nodded and babbled mindlessly, too drunk on the way it hit and kissed your cervix, to care. SCARAMOUCHE hummed, feeling pleased as he gave you a kiss, nipping your lips gently near the end of it.

"I'm so glad to have you...and I can tell that you are too, from the way your pussy's squeezing me..." he let out a small chuckle, flipping you over. SCARAMOUCHE's gaze softened as he saw your teary eyes, brushing his hand gently up to wipe them away.

his pace certainly slowed down, but SCARAMOUCHE made sure that you still felt good as he languidly pumped his cock in and out of your cunt. your release came quickly due to the overstimulation from previous rounds as you came for the nth time, blanking out and seeing stars as you twitched and let out a loud moan. SCARAMOUCHE came soon after, with one last thrust, burying his face into your neck.

"y-you're here with me, and I'm here with you..." he murmured, grasping your hand. "it doesn't matter if you dress up or not, you'll always look pretty..."

"...we don't need to go to a party. if you want, we can just have a count down and kiss once it hits 12 o'clock..."

"so, i-i'm saying... let's just spend every year together." SCARAMOUCHE huffed, turning his face away from yours, bashfully.

you gave him a look of disbelief. not believing that he could still act bashful after saying the stating the simplest thing after SCARAMOUCHE spent hours bullying you with his cock.

"whatever, I love you too, scara... happy new year."

you rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a kiss with a big smile on your lips.

"w-what? sorry... are you upset I ruined your makeup??"

[juanarc-thethird]

How about Year Of The Rabbit with Cinder? Jaune will definitely enjoy this.

Cinder: *Inside a dressing room* I hate this. Why do I have to do this?

Jaune: Well, it was this, or community service.

Cinder: Shit! This is pretty tight. How the fuck can someone wear this?

Jaune: Do you need help?

Cinder: No, thanks.

Jaune: Ok, let me know when you're ready.

Cinder: Yeah sure... How the fuck… Arg!... Ok, I'm done.

Jaune: Great!

Cinder comes out of the dressing room looking sexy.

Jaune: *Blushing* *Quietly* Holly shit...

Cinder: I only have to use this for 1 week, right?

Jaune: *Staring at her with his mouth open*

Cinder: Hey moron! I am talking to you!

Jaune: *Blushing* Huh?! I'm sorry, what did you say?

Cinder: *Annoyed, she approaches him* What's wrong, do I have something on my face?

Jaune: *Against the wall* N-N-No!!...

Cinder: *She slams her hand against the wall* Then what's your problem?!

Jaune: Um...*Takes a quick glance at her chest*

Cinder: Oh~ Did you just get turned on by seeing me dressed like this?

Jaune: *Blushing and looking away* N-No

Cinder: *Smug* (Hehehe… How cute~ I'm just going to tease him a little.) I think you did. I mean... *She puts her leg against his crotch* your friend here looks like he is getting excited.

Jaune: S-Stop it...

Cinder: Why? You don't like it?

Jaune: Is not that... is just that... this is somewhat inappropriate.

Cinder: (He's acting like a scared puppy. How cute~) What's the matter? is this to much for you?~

Jaune: *Red and about to explode* N-No!

Cinder: In that case...

She cups his face with her free hand and moves close to his ear.

Cinder: Do you want to fool around?~

Jaune: *Gasp!*

Cinder: Hehehe.... Just kidin-

Jaune: P-P-P-Please take care of me!!!

Jaune starts to unbutton his pants and...

Cinder: Hey! What are you- HOLY SHIT!

Moments later

Cinder is against the wall while Jaune is fucking her from behind. Cinder's stockings are somewhat torn and the bunny outfit is cut at the crotch to give access to Jaune's member.

Cinder: Ah~💕 Ah~💕 Ah~💕 (It's so good!)

Jaune: Cinder~💕

Cinder: (He feels so good. He's so gentle. It feels... It feelsh sho good when he goesh deep!!💕)

Jaune: Cinder!❤️‍🔥

Jaune begins to move his hips harder

Cinder: AAh!~💕 (What's this?!) Ah~💕 Ah~💕 (No! No! I'm already gonna....)

Jaune: Cinder I'm about to...!!

Jaune pulls hard on Cinder's hips, thrusting his whole cock into her and emptying his balls inside her.

Cinder: AAaaah!!!~💕💕 (So deep! Sho deeep!!!)

Jaune: *Still cumming* Oh fuck~

Cinder: (It's so good! It's sho goood...!!)

Jaune: *Worry* I'm sorry Cinder, I didn't mean to cum inside.

Cinder: *Legs shaking* How would you feel...

Jaune: Huh?

Cinder: *She looks at him with a sexy and tender look* How would you feel... about us dating? If we do that, we can have sex as many times as you want, you know?~💕

Jaune: *happy* Yes please!

He gently cups her face and kisses her passionately.

Cinder: Mm~💕 (I think... I think I'm falling for this man)

[luujjvi]

Small tip for non-hispanic atsv writers (THIS IS OPTIONALLLLLL)

Use other websites but DON'T USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE when writing for Miguel (or miles too lol) 🙁🙏🙏🙏🙏🙁🙏

"but why?":

Google translate sucks, it messes up many translations in diferent languages, and especially in English-to-Spanish translations(because in Hispanic countries most of our words have genders or conjugations that English doesn't have), so (only)(seriously its fine if you don't want to) if you'd like to write Miguel accurately you should look up translations for phrases in other websites.. !!! I know it's not that deep but if you want to avoid your Hispanic readers having second hand embarrassment then ghost them Google mfs

Pd: IM JUST SAYINGGGGG, IT'S NOT THAT DEEEP BUT IT'S BETTER THAT WAYYYYYY

[ted-answers]

Awwwww you worry about scaring Ted? Someone’s getting squishy

What? No- Why?- Are all of you thinking this? I intimidate him enough as is, there's no need to change my physical appearance. I do not worry for him at all, it's simply stupid to want to change how I look when I already strike fear into him. Let me set this straight, I feel nothing for Ted other than searing agonizing hate. He is nothing more to me than a circumstantial companion until the sun burns out. I'm stuck with him simply because living through eternity alone sounds dreadful, and he killed the others. I do not feel these "squishy" emotions you speak of. Anything that Ted thinks or says about me liking him is utter delusion on his end. Anything I do with him that could be perceived as affection is not, he's simply looking too deep into it. He always looks too deep into it...

I don't feel anything for him and I never will. Stop thinking about it, or you'll go just as crazy as him. Idiotic bastards...

saying I could feel for Ted...

how stupid... stupid... I would never...

(ooc; he is deeep in denial. Not as deep as Ted, but deep. Hate and love are rather close, with a thin line keeping the two apart, and it seems AM has accidentally fallen over this line unwittingly. Romantic implications are highlighted in pink teehee. sorry for typos it's 10pm. also sorry for coloring errors the text is bugging out on me ugh)

[coconurt]

WOOOOO MISSING SCENE TIME!! Wow, I haven't written anything since august, bout time, huh?

Yes, yes I very much know this is how it starts: I watch a new show, I lose my mind a little bit, I write a little drabble, and it's all over for me for 6 to 9 business months /pos

ANYWAY! VOL 9 BRAINROT, BABYYY >:D

(spoilers for rwby vol 9. obvi)

~~~

When the dam burst, it burst catastrophically.

Ugly words poured out in a torrent, aimed like bullets straight for her teammates. At the time, it had felt… well, not good, exactly. More like release.

"No time, right? Gotta get home. Gotta help Jaune. Gotta find someone who isn't just going to screw everything up."

When Weiss shrank back, she turned her anger on her sister. On her sister's partner.

"Gotta stay positive, right? Smiles all around!" She advanced on them, slowly, and Yang placed herself protectively in front of Blake. On literally any other day, that small action would've broken her heart. Not then, though.

Right then, she didn't care.

"Maybe even finally get our feelings sorted out." Something like a corrupted sort of jealousy surged in her chest. "Good for you, by the way—we're all

so

happy

for you."

"Hey," Yang had warned, her voice sharp. But Ruby had already moved on.

She made the mistake of bringing a grieving Jaune into it, then. He lashed out. Struck the killing blow, blamed her for the five of them getting stuck there, and that was it. There was no more for her to say.

She was empty. Empty of momentum, empty of words, empty of hope. Empty of everything except the overwhelming hurt threatening to tear her apart in front of everyone she loved.

So she left.

~~~

This leg of their journey had been quiet, which was a nice change of pace.

Sort of.

Good in the sense that it gave the five of them a well-deserved rest. Bad that it gave Ruby plenty of time to think about things.

About everything.

Something she really did not want to do.

And it must've shown on her face, because—

"Out with it, Rubes."

Yang's voice startled her out of her thoughts. She whipped her head to the side just in time to catch the tail end of the Look (patent pending) her sister was giving her right before she turned her attention back to the road in front of them.

She blinked, feeling like a deer that had just been spotted by a hound. Her mouth felt oddly dry, all of a sudden.

"G- uh. Out with… what?"

Yang shot her a second, even less impressed look. "Come on. I can tell when you've got something you want to say. You've been fidgety all day and silent for the last couple miles. So out with it."

Her stomach plunged, and an icy feeling spread through her chest. Biting her lip, she worried the edge of her cowl between two fingers. Now or never, she guessed. Might as well take advantage of the moment of quiet while it lasted.

They wouldn't be mad at her for bringing it up, right...?

"Well, I… I've been thinking… about the thing… about what I said. The… I just… I didn't mean it, any of it… I was just…"

"Deeep breath," Yang drawled. "Start over."

Blake peeked around Yang from where she walked on the blonde's other side. "It's okay, Ruby. Take your time." Her face held nothing but kind concern. "You know you can talk to us about anything, right?"

Ah. There that was again. She'd been hearing that a lot after their escape from the Ever After. She knew they were just trying to help. Turn over a new leaf, take some of the burden of everything off her shoulders instead of letting her carry it alone. It was sweet, but… it was taking a bit of getting used to.

Ruby released the breath that had gotten lodged in her chest. She closed her eyes, did as Yang asked, then reopened them and turned to face the other two.

"I didn't mean what I said. Back at the paper village. I'm sorry."

Blake got it right away. Her ears drooped with sad sympathy. "Ruby—" she started.

Yang gave her a strange look, just for a moment. She tilted her head, then realization dawned in her eyes.

"Ruby no, you— don't apologize. We put way too much pressure on you, and—"

"—you were just venting…"

She held up a hand to stop them. "Maybe. But it wasn't fair to bring you two," she gestured to their clasped hands, "into it. You make great partners, and you're gonna make a great couple, too."

We are happy for you. All of us. I'm happy for you." She offered them a small smile, hoping it was enough. "I mean it, this time."

Yang returned the smile and opened her mouth to say something, but Blake suddenly ducked in front of her and lunged toward Ruby, wrapping her into a tight hug. Ruby caught her with a small oof. Yang wasted no time piling on, easily enveloping the both of them.

Ruby almost melted into the embrace. Tears pricked her eyes. "Does this mean… we're good?"

They only hugged her tighter, and that was all the answer she needed.

[hallow-yee]

~Come out, come out, wherever you are~

☆Final Part☆

TW//CW: Pred/Prey Kink, Possessiveness, Hiding, Smut, Use of whore and slut as well as sweet things, Mating press, Rough sex, Degrading kink, Creampie.

"Oh FUUUCK~ hah~ yeeeesssss, fuuuu~ just like that~ Mmmmmmm ahh~ that's the spot AHH~ SOOOO FUUUUCKING DEEEP UGHH~ I....HAH~.... MMMMMM~ MY GODDDD~......I'M GONNA CUUUM UHH~" "NO.....no n-not yet sunspot......I'm not ready yet.....MMMMMM AHH~......j-just hold it for me, yeah? Just for a little?......UGHHH~ YESSSS AHH~ y-your pussy feels AMAZING.....FUUUUCK YEAH~ like it was made all for....m-me~" You squirm under him trying to hold in that sweet release, his words are bringing you closer than ever. You wanted to cum with him though, to see and feel him finish at the same time you do. It was your favorite part. "H-HAH~ I.....I'm almost there sunshine....GOD FUUUUUCK~ Y-you're so beautiful, I-I love you so much~" Jack repeats that last sentence for a bit, "H-Here it c-comes, are you ready sunshine?" He moans, pushing your legs toward you as far as they could go and thrusting harder "Are you ready to take all of my love?" "FUUUUUCK YESSS~ PLEASE.......HAH~ PLEASE FILL UP MY PUSSY MMMMMMM AHHHH YESSSSS~" You wrap your arms and legs around him to feel him as deep and get him as close as physically possible. "FUUUUUUUUCK HAH~ MMMMMM TAKE ALL MY LOVE Y/N~ DON'T LET A SINGLE D-DROP FALL OUT ALRIGHT? GOD....OH GOD YESSSSS TAKE ITTTT~" "F-F-FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK AHHHHHH~ GOD DAMNIT UGHHH~" Jack cums deep inside you, filling your pussy up to the brim while you hold his cock inside in a vise-grip. Finally after feeling that sweet release you two were both craving, you both fall limp. After a minute you start to giggle softly. "What? What happened?" Jack asks in a confused tone before sitting up and looking at you. You look up at him and smile warmly at him. "It's nothing it's just....that was amazing.....you're amazing," You place your hand on his cheek and caress it slightly. "I'm just so happy to have you in my life, that's all." He looks at you with the BIGGEST watery eyes, "I love you Jack....." you say in a sweet warm tone. "....more than you'll ever know." Jack shakes away the tears forming in his eyes before smiling and leaning down to kiss you, "I love you too y/n~".

PART 4 《 》 END ♡(^-^)/

[pine-clan]

Worry

"Oh what are we going to do?! She's a monster!"

Daisylark was obviously panicking, reasonable too.

"Calm down, deep breaths girl. Take just deeep breaths." Guststream reassured Daisylark.

"How?! We have a literal murderer as our leader! Who might have actually killed my fucking father!" Daisylark sobbed. Guststream did not know how to calm down Daisylark at all.

"Even caused a war between us and PeakClan! How am I expected to be calm?!"

"I don't know! How does my dad keep calm in random situations!" Guststream was now panicking.

"At least your dad is alive!"

O'Malleyfeathers was looking behind Guststream and Daisylark, eyes all wide with ears pinned down.

"What are you looking dear?" Guststream looked at O'Malleyfeathers.

O'Malleyfeathers, shaking, moved her paw up to point at something.

Or rather someone..

There was a dark brown color point molly, she has no tail at all.

Daisylark was about to scream.

The molly ran over.

"SHHH! Don't scream! I don't mean harm! I know what's all this about! I been in similar situation as you!"

"Who are you?" O'Malleyfeathers shivered.

"I'm Shadefoot. Nice to meet ya!" She placed her paw out.

Guststream hesitantly shook her paw.

"How do you relate to this?" Daisylark interrupted.

"Having a corrupt leader take over the clan after killing the previous one and started a war with the other clan. Yeah I seen it all before," Shadefoot replied, "she's much of a threat to me like you guys. My family is in danger."

Daisylark was silent.

"We need her gone. I have an idea. I know someone who can help all of us out." Shadefoot replied.

"Who?!" O'Malleyfeathers quivered.

"She goes by Tansybite."

[elysptical]

B.Boy - Short

"I-I", you trail off and stare at the gifted scepter hanging between his legs.

He is on his way to drunk with a cup in his hand and his eyes low looking at this dress he refused to let you take off. A pretty sun dress in blue that you thought would be perfect for your fourth date with your new boyfriend.

Tonight had traveled from the restaurant, to the bar, and to your loft. Now you were starting to remember why you excepting his request for a date in the first place.

He was so big and just...big, he stood a good six inches above you and was gifted with a shaft of surely eight and a half inches. Would probably be such a tight fit but that has you drooling for him.

"You are so big", you huff out your eyes trailing up to meet his tipsy orbs.

He could cum right now with the sight of you exasperated underneath him. Giving him the most seductive look.

"You've said that", he answers. Which was correct, the first time you two met you mumbled about how small he made you feel. Now that he sees the way you rub your thighs together he realizes it must be a kink.

"Please fill me up, I- please", you're not sure what the words are coming out of your mouth.

"Your wish is my command princess", he pushes you on your back and hikes up your dress revealing your bare center.

"I took them off when we left the restaurant, didn't want them in the way", you bite your lip holding back a smile at the clear effect just the sight of your pussy has on him.

"So fucking pretty", he says mostly to himself rubbing the pad of his pointer finger through your wetness. You throw back your head into the pillows and moan lowly.

Replacing his finger the tip of his dick rubs against your clit making you arch into his chest. He lines himself up and enters just the tip giving you a second before pushing further. The stretch burns and creates a feeling of pleasure you couldn't fathom before tonight.

When he's finally seated inside of you your walls clench and he whimpers. Falling on his elbows above you.

"Please don't do that, I won't last long", he doesn't care how that sounds your plush insides are massaging every vein and he is trying so hard to calm down.

"Move", you moan, any feeling  of pain is replaced with immeasurable pleasures. It's like every nerve in your body has been kissed by electricity.

He moves slow so worried that he'll hurt you, the restraint is obvious in the way he grits his teeth together. But you feel so full your body reacts on its own and the sounds your juices make gets louder and louder.

   "Your...so deeep, please go faster", you grumble out expelling a breath when he pulls back and rams forward causing your vision to blur. His thrusts pull explicit sounds from the back of your throat as he coaxes you towards the edge of an orgasm. His pelvis pounding into you with a speed that was sure to leave you sore tomorrow. But right now all you wanted was to cum, and you were so close. You body was clenching and contorting in euphoria.

"You're close aren't you? Pretty pussy is squeezing me so tight", he lifts your jaw to look him in eye, his pointer finger pushing a stray curl behind your ear, "you're so pretty."

He says it so genuinely, contrasting his rough pace. You fall over the edge with a sob not breaking eye contact. His face softens as your moans turn into soft whimpers. Your lips puffy, hair sprawled around your head, and eyes watery. It doesn't take long for him to climax pulling another moan from the lips that he can't take his eyes off of.

He kisses you softly tasting your sweet lip gloss and the alcohol from earlier. His hand comes to support your neck as he flips you on top of him.

You whine at the new position and feel him harden inside you again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you look at his dopey smile of feigned innocence.

   "You want to go again?", you ask in a rasped voice.

  "Yes please", he chuckles kissing the back of your knuckles.

750 words

finished: feb 12 2021

added: jul 5 2024

[hvrricaneromeo]

PLEASE DESCRIBE TO ME ROMEO'S NIGHTTIME ROUTINE, HOW HE SETTLES IN FOR HIS FIRST SLEEP AFTER HIS TUMULTUOUS EXPERIENCE AT THE SYMPOSIUM FOR THE MINDS WHERE HE, SOMEHOW, GOT KICKED OUT WITH ANOTHER FOR PARTICULARY DUBIOUS DECORUM.

romeo doesn't go to the athena cabin, he doesn't go to the zeus cabin.

instead, romeo goes to the infirmary. it's where he told the other's he would be. after being looked over by the satyrs and nymphs, he slips into one of the private rooms to sleep. it's…not the easiest to fall asleep. there's a heavy weight on his shoulders, a feeling of disappointment curling in the pit of his stomach.

he'd done the right thing. he'd saved one of their own. he had to. he couldn't let erik do to simon what he'd done to him. he couldn't. he wouldn't.

he wouldn't.

he rolls over onto his side, closing his eyes, curled up with an arm underneath his pillow and tries, desperately, to get some sleep.

ROMEO keeps himself up for a moment as he replays the events from his initial encounter with ERIK ODNSON to then seeing him taking a comrade into a nearby bathroom. the thoughts plague him ; the taste of sweetness drives him insane that something so foul could happen and what in the world were the chances of it all going the way that it did. he beats himself up being the bulwark the camp needed, even if everyone else would never understand how heavy that burden actually was. sleep slowly finds it way to ROMEO as the man is quickly pulled deep into his own body, passed his rib cages and the veins of blood through his heart to an atomic level where he floats in a nothingness of white light until the tiniest thrum of lilac from a deeep and dark purple sphere radiates through his surroundings.

the nothingness reminds him of that dream with his father, when his hand reached inside of romeo's chest and tore out the storm inside of him. the nothingness that followed was a stillness that he wouldn't wish on anyone. an absence, a loss.

as white gradiates to lilac, emerald eyes flicker toward the sphere that pulses and radiates.

how did he end up here? his brows furrow together. nothing ever good happens in his dreams. not since accepting his divinity.

he reaches for his power, letting the lightning crackle around his fingertips and wrists.

slowly, tenatively, he walks toward the sphere, ready to call down lightning upon it if needed.

the sphere reaches itself toward ROMEO for him to grab onto. " DO NOT BE AFRAID OF US, ROMEO VALIENTE. WE ARE YOU AND YOU ARE NOW OF US. DON'T YOU FEEL US, DEEP DOWN? WHAT IS YOUR DEEPEST DESIRE, SON OF ZEUS? WE CAN AID YOU AND YOU US, IF ONLY YOU ALLOW US TO DO SO. THE WORLD IS BLEAK AND FILLED WITH ANTIQUATED AND FLAWED SYSTEMS. WE ARE TO SHAKE THE WORLD AND COURSE CORRECT TOGETHER. "

what is his deepest desire?

desire, noun, a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.

all his life he only desired to ever be enough for people. to reach their skyscraper expectations and finally be told that he did it, that he was enough. he took clenched fists to skin and cursed words to his mind and heart from those who were supposed to care and nurture him and yet, he still had wanted to be enough for them. enough for the to be happy that they had him as a son, that they had him at all.

that same motif traveled with him through most of his life. relationships were never enough because he was never enough for them. love was never enough because he didn't know what it meant to be in love and he to be someone worthy of love. he wanted to be enough as he is, wholy, and without fear.

but he never was. he still isn't.

after the divinity, all he wanted was something that was his, something he could work for that wasn't told or expected of him. yes, he is the son of the king, he's a prince among them, but the crown wasn't forced upon him. he wasn't reluctant when it came to stepping into a role that had eyes on him, that put a target on his back as a leader—he wanted it, he wanted to earn it, he wanted to work for it.

he had wanted it and, at every corner, he failed. his power harmed those he kept close and that turned people against him. when he stopped violence from happening, people said their snarky comments, they had their thoughts about him. when he showed power, it was never his. it always belonged to someone else. he failed and failed and failed.

again and again and again. a carosel of sorrow and disappointment that he didn't know how to stop.

even with atticus. he desires him, present tense, current. he wants something with him that he can't even explain and yet he doesn't know how to form that into words, doesn't know how to make it last, how to keep him safe, how to keep him his.

what is it that he truly desires?

"what can you offer me that i don't already have?" if this can truly offer him what he most desires, it should be able to answer for him, shouldn't it?

" THERE ARE NO GAMES HERE, ROMEO. WE DON'T FEEL THE NEED TO PLAY THEM. WHAT DO YOU DESIRE? WHO DO YOU DESIRE? POWER, PROTECTION, COMMUNITY. THE LIST CAN GO OWN, BUT WE ARE TO LEAD YOU AND HOPEFULLY OTHERS LIKE YOU TO SALVATION. " the sphere takes a moment and begins to stretch out as it encircles the man becoming a table with many different amorphous figures sitting around ROMEO, who stood in the middle. " DON'T YOU WISH TO BREAK SHE SHACKLES OF THE TYRANNY OF THIS WORLD? LEAD HUMANS TO A BRIGHTER FUTURE? THAT IS WHAT WE OFFER AND IF YOU SIMPLY BELIEVE, WE WILL SHOW YOU ALL IN TIME. "

he turns, looking at each figure that sits around him. he tries to discern faces, shapes, if he's seen them before.

he thinks about the question asked, about what this…thing claims it can do.

"power and control." it's what he struggles with. "i want to be enough to lead them. i want them to believe in me."

it's a simple truth, not easily stated and it tastes like poison on his tongue.

[ 8 ] ROMEO sees the figures but is unable to recognize any of the masked faces that surround him. " THEN NURTURE THIS GIFT WE GIVE TO YOU. ALLOW US TO SEEP INTO YOUR DIVINITY AND WE WILL GRANT YOU AND YOUR FATHER THE RELEVANCY YOU DESIRE IN THIS NEW WORLD. "

he pauses for a moment.

he looks down at his hands, lithe fingers that can cause destruction, that can conduct lightning like a symphony and summon gale force gusts to slice and beat against an opponent. it's those same hands that can also hurt those around him. those same hands that he's clenched into fists time and time again when he's felt the weight of disappointment and doubt cast upon him by some of the other godlings.

he hears virgil's latest comment, he sees oliver's and the others and how he should have composed himself better to not get kicked out. he hears rio's voice, he reads every word of the group chat the night of the banquet hall disaster.

but it's also those hands that have held atticus' hand, that have touched remy's lips, that have helped rebuild a destroyed cabin and helped others get back to their feet.

"no." romeo says, looking up from his hands toward the masked figures. "i don't *need *you."

" THEN WE SHALL TAKE YOU BY FORCE." roll a wisdom saving throw at disadvantage. [ 14 ] the son of ZEUS sees the dark purple around him condense itself into a tiny little orb once again before a thick tendril forces itself deep into ROMEO'S body and wrapping itself around his heart before ROMEO is shocked awake to his eyelids unable to be opened.

romeo tries to open his eyes and he can't. he clenches his fists into the sheets of the infirmary bed before he brings his hands to his eyes, rubbing them, trying to see if that might help.

ROMEO feels an ooze-like substance all over his hands as he attempts to rub his eyes.

"what the fuck?" romeo wipes his hands on the sheets of the bed and tries to summon his powers, trying to create a small rain storm to wash away the ooze.

ROLL A SPELLCASTING CHECK AT DISADVANTAGE. [ 21 ] the RAIN STORM washes away the ooze from his eyes and he's finally able to see, opening his eye lids and seeing runny purple ooze on his fingertips.

romeo blinks, letting the rain come down and wash away the ooze over his eyes. he focuses, trying to get it to wash over his hands, too. he doesn't care about causing a small storm inside the infirmary—he's destroyed enough buildings by now, what' s one more?

"no, no, no, no, no."

he gets up, moving to the nearest sink, the nearest shower, to try to wash some of this ooze off him. he has a half baked thought in the middle of it and stops, looking for a vial to collect some of it for later. xanthe, chiron, or someone else might be able to help him figure this out.

he collects a vial of the ooze as he attempts to wash it off. he is able to do it for now, something is telling him that there is something vile and menacing deep within his bones and ROMEO now needs to live with these consequences.

ROMEO IS CURSED AND HAS HIS POWER SLOWLY BEING SAPPED FROM HIM.

[scarletlizzard]

Secondly, on a more serious note. I rlly wanna know your experience living in the south. I grew up in neoliberal California and Washington but fell in love w Texas this year. I’m rlly rlly considering moving there next year.

Essentially I feel like I spend SO. MUCH. emotional energy vibe checking ppl. Bc ppl here r so neoliberal and fake! You have to rlly dig deeep to know ppl’s true values. And sometimes they’ll seem cool but then switch up on u and are like surprise! And say some whack shit like “trans ppl r only valid if they pass” or make some joke ab being gay but it’s ok bc they’re “and ally and well versed in queer culture”. And I’m kinda tired of having to vibe check so hard all the time. There’s also a lack of nuance in ppl’s understandings of history theory and social justice issues. But in Texas, I noticed that 1) u don’t have to vibe check ppl bc they’ll just straight up tell u they hate u and u can just stay away from them which makes things so much simpler when u don’t have to decipher shit and 2) the progressive ppl are just all radicals!! Bc in a state where they’re the minority thought, they have to be so secure in their values that they’ve done the research!! They know the theories!! They know the TINGZ. And they’re rooted in their beliefs. They don’t just say/believe things bc their liberal parents told them to without understanding WHY. It was kinda refreshing to interact w all these ppl ngl.

I only know one person from the south (became friends bc she moved here to CA) and she said she feels the exact same way ab both places. But that she feels as though despite not having to vibe check ppl, she’s still tired bc she’s constantly swimming upstream as a radical queer TM in the south just bc of statewide politics. And always having her rights be in a precarious status.

So I’m curious ab your experience living in the south as a queer TM. Do u have a similar experience? And curious what state u r in if you’re open to sharing! This also is a deep ish q so I understand if ur not comfy talking ab it and u can just ignore this ask!!

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Where to begin! This might be a bit long, warning 😬

First off, I'll say I live in Alabama. Texas is MASSIVE. There are good areas and really, really bad areas. I'd do a lot of research into specific areas before you made a move or traveled. I visited Austin, and it was nice. It seemed very welcoming? There were pride flags in most of the bars I went to, and it was in October! (I know some will just put them out for June)

As for being queer in the South, it's honestly such a toss-up. I think wherever you go in the world, most people are going to be fake, unfortunately. I worked with this one guy at a restaurant, he was about my age, we went to high school together, he knew about my dating girls, we even hungout after work occasionally! He's super country, drives a big truck, etc. , but was so nice and treated me no different. Asked about the girls I was talking to, SO casual. Last week, he shared on Facebook a vile, hatred post against Pride Month and LGBT in general. I was shocked!

The specific area I'm in is not as bad as some areas in the state. But it's always the looks rather than them actually saying something. Sometimes, it's just not even comfortable to hold hands walking around. It's hard, and it's very weird not to be accepted. Trans people have it even harder with all the medical laws. Women's rights are being stripped. It's honestly a political nightmare here. Don't get me started on the fucking OBSESSION with Trump.

It's really not necessarily always a political thing, but a religious thing. Religion here is absolutely insane and I don't think people understand quite how serious it's taken. Just in the state of Alabama, there are almost 13,000 churches. Think about that... that's INSANE. There is a church on every corner in my town, we probably have between 10-15. My town is not that big!! Separation of church and state here is an absolute JOKE. Some truly take into consideration to 'Love thy neighbor', but others only pick and choose who they want to treat with kindness.

It's not always easy, and sometimes I feel like I'm constantly having to hide a part of me. Coming out was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life (especially since I didn't even have control over it happening), but, as I said, it's so different in different areas. Every time I feel any progression, there's always someone to take it back two steps. It's more welcoming each year, but the ones who won't accept it can be just so, so hateful.

The South is a beautiful, wonderful place to live that is truly SO diverse when you think about it. The beaches are gorgeous, the forests are breathtaking, and the food is fantastic. The people can be so welcoming, but you just have to be careful who you trust, in my opinion. At least, if anything, you'll most likely be treated with that Southern hospitality and good manners. There's only been a handful of times in my ENTIRE life where I've been directly spoken to in a rude manner about my sexuality.

This was a lot, and I apologize if it raised more questions than answering your thoughts 😅 In short, I love and hate the South. It's different every day, and I wish more than ANYTHING it was more progressive. If it was, I truly believe it would be the most perfect place to live.

[anime-scarves]

Lately I've been deeep into Fire Emblem Engage. I haven't figured my thoughts out on it for a review, but Ive got some non spoilers tips for anyone playing.

Fill your farm in Somniel with dogs. For whatever reason they give you ingots and have a pretty high change to get silver ingots. This dramatically improves your ingot economy with essentially no trade off.

Anna is actually a mage in disguise. She has the highest magic growth in the game and weak strength and def growths. She can be functional as a warrior with a radiant bow, but she does better in magic classes.

You should immediately promote units when you can. This gives them a bump of stats for promoting and access to better growths. In previous fire emblem games you often didn't want to do this since you would cap at level 20 in the promoted class early and not be able to gain more levels. Engage has plentiful, infinite actually, second seals and when a unit caps out in their advanced class you can send them back to level 1 in it while retaining all stats.

Speaking of promotions.. Once your unit is promoted to an advanced class they can second seal into any other advanced class was long as they have the weapon proficiency to do so. Let's look at Anna here. In previous games you'd have to level her to 10 as an axe fighter, then second seal her to a level 1 mage, then level her to 10 as a mage before promoting her to be a sage. This is 20 levels as a beginner class and is not ideal. In Engage you could just promote her to warrior/zerker at level 10 axe fighter and then second seal her to sage from there. It uses the same amount of seals but takes 10 less levels as a beginner class.

Weapon proficiency can be acquired by gaining bond with your emblems. The easiest way to do this is train with the emblem in the arena. It's very cheap and once a character gains weapon proficiency they permanently have it whether they have the emblem equipped or not.

Kagetsu is a monster. I don't know why he got shipped as he did, but he's just straight up better than most of your units. Reclassing him into hero, wyvern knight, or warrior is very strong.

Miciah's Great Sacrifice is absurdly broken for gaining exp and sp. It heals everyone on the map to full and 1 point of healing is 1 point of exp and sp. You can gain full levels off this skill and you should aim to use it at least once a map. This helps tremendously for leveling Jean or Anna in the early game when they would otherwise be pitiful and struggle to gain meaningful exp.

That's enough for now. I will return later with more fire emblem tips.

[ravarui]

;from @chopchopclown

Buggy is floating while laying sideways, arms behind the neck as his feet walk under his shadow. He takes a deep breath, still with his annoyed frown persisting on his face. “ Gimme back gimme back gimme back  gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back. ” DEEEP BREATH. “ gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back.” DEEP BREATH. “  gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back Your choice Shanks, I can go on ALL DAY LONG, I still got that powerful lung of a swimmer. gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back gimme back.” 

Boop mania - aka "we have a hostage situation" @chopchopclown

Was he annoyed? Absolutely.

Was he willing to finally let go of the others detached hand and admit defeat? Definitely not.

Even after all these years, Buggy knew perfectly well how to get on his nerves and ignoring him wasn't exactly possible, with him floating beside him and following Shanks' every step, while continuing to demand his hand back that was in the grip of of the redheads own hand, his haki preventing it from splitting into even smaller parts and making an 'escape' that way.

"Buggy...." The emperor finally comes to a stop near the railing, his tone dangerously calm as he looks at the blue-haired pirate. "If you don't shut up, I give you my word that I'll throw your hand into the ocean." Good luck getting it back then. "Your choice, Bugs~" His smile is sharp, the threat hanging heavy in the air.