#no joke my dream pen

[mundanemiseries]

Local man unironically cries over a fountain pen (that he can't afford), more at eleven.

can you blame him though? this shit's beautiful

[tdutb]

more lasso tool art from last night....... yippee

@oobilygoobilyweezerbeezers since erm Tissues is in there. somewhere.

[moxymaxing]

If the main pd cast had pjsk kizuna ranks because i could

[kitteqq]

number one silly guy ever

design via @10piecechickenmcnugget hiii

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

my embarrassing fact is that in my fifth grade interactive journal i asked my teacher to give me math problems for fun

[caged-nights]

"I've been training for this."

Dumb animatic I cobbled together feat. Nightingale and Esra

[mockerycrow]

I’ve been toying with the lovely idea that the 141 boys have their own Penelope Garcia (from Criminal Minds) who is just their little ray of light, just so cute 🥰

!!gn!reader!! — can be read as platonic or romantic

Whilst sitting at your desk of your many monitors, your radio began to pick up chatter which meant the team was trying to make contact. You immediately pick up your headphones and angle your microphone, hearing the last of Price’s sentence. “—ending you a file now.”

You hum into the microphone and scoot your chair towards one of your many keyboards. “Only caught the last part, Cap’. A file you said?” You ask, typing up a password before a chat log opens up. “Yes, we need you to look into the source code, lookin’ for anythin’ that makes sense, love.”

You quickly receive a file and run it through a scanner app you developed yourself as well as a decryption app in case it was protected with extra measures. “Mm, I love hide and go seek. Running it through now, sir.” You respond with an obvious grin in your voice. You hear Soap laugh through the radio. “Let us hear it when it’s done, aye?”

Your lips twitch from his voice, your eyes glued to a screen as you twiddle with a pen. “Anything for you, Suds.” Which earns you a belly laugh from the man and a groan from Price. Your screen pops up a couple of images as it popped through the encryption. “Mm, alright searching now….” A few more seconds before another window pops up. “Santa Fe,” You call out. “Only one that scans like an actual word.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” You hear Ghost rumble, and you can’t resist the shit eating grin. “Do I get a reward?” You can’t resist making the joke, popping a candy into your mouth from a bowl on your desk. “When we get back, I’ll buy ya dinner.” Gaz offers, making you clutch your chest and playfully groan. “My dream man! Safe travels, yeah?”

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi! Can i ask for a self aware twst when the reader surprises adopted Silver as their son. Like just pointing at him and saying 'you are my child now' with Silver, Lilia and Sebek. Hope you have a good day!

Hehe. Anon, you know what you are doing. In fact, I would say you even want the chaos. And for that I love you come here so I can hug you.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Diasomnia chapter spoilers (Lilias part, maybe Sebek), religion, violence, isolation, kidnapping, obsessive behavior

Lilia Vanrouge/(Platonic) Silver/Sebek Zigvolt-Adopting Silver

Oh ok. Cool cool coolcoolcoolcoolcool

Well, at least that one room dedicated to you in the form of an altar can now be used for more practical uses (finally)

When Lilia heard you say those words and point at his son, he fell from the chandelier he was dangling from

Not only did he have to navigate through not accidentally telling his son that he was the blood related son of an enemy general and that exactly this general killed Malleus mom

But also that he had now a second parent that also happened to be god

Mhm totally normal

Conversations to strangers about his family were already playing out like this in his head:

Hi, I am Lilia Vanrouge, yes the one in your history book, this is my son Silver, yes he looks like a certain knight, and my lovely partner and also parent of this lovely human, yes, FU**ING GOD THEMSELVES

Ah yes, sitting in church will totally not be awkward after this

Bro legit sits you down with a pen and paper, asking you to sign the marriage certificate

Asks you what flowers you want to have on your wedding. Doesn't matter if you are a woman, man or identify as something else, he is planning that

Also has already planned out how to get you into the Valley of Thorns without anyone noticing

Because no matter how devoted he is to you, he will always be too greedy to share your attention with someone else

You could have said this as a joke or some other protective instinct towards the silver-haired male but all that man's father hears is a marriage proposal

Lilia is just happy that you feel some sort of positive way to his family member (makes things easier when you are stuck in that cabin)

I mean, he did see Silver as a present from you, a child meant to bring him back to the light after being so long in the shadow of war

And now the three of you were together! How lovely!

Which would mean that you planned this all along. Dear Overseer, if you liked the idea of you being a family you could have just told him so

He will be the best partner to raise a child together you could dream of

And should someone dare to interrupt the perfect, peaceful life you three (plus two more) had, he wouldn't mind swinging that sword again

Wait what?

What do you mean with that?

Are you sure you want him to be your son? Really?

Apparently he was not the only one surprised since he could hear the thud of his father falling to the ground behind him and Seek screaming somewhere behind him

Be prepared for a silver haired knight to look at you with the biggest puppy eyes and ask "Do you really want me as you son?"

Critical hit! Someone call a doctor. I think the Valley of Thorns god can be killed by cuteness

After that he is glued to your side (even though you have to part sooner or later since he is not living in Ramshackle)

One morning you woke up to the guy standing there with some food being like "I made some food."

Like where the Heck did he even get the keys for the dorm? (He broke in through a hole in the ceiling)

Silver always comes running to you whenever he does something and wants praises

Once he was best in one of his classes and he stood there with the report like he could turn into a dog and get headpats from you any second

But, as I am sure you are aware of, this is a blog with yandere themes and we have to say goodbye to the fluff at some point

That sword training comes in handy is all I'm saying

I mean, he has probably enough strength to break someone's leg with his bare hands by simply applying some pressure

And that one Diasomnia student that tried to take his son-status away from him was found again in a not-so-compatible-state-with-life kind of situation

I'm letting you imagine what happened

Like Lilia he is ready to burn everyone who dares to interfere with your little family

The forests of his homeland are pretty though so no need to worry about the appearance of your surroundings once they bring you to your new home (who needs social interaction anyways?)

A second of silence

And then the screaming started

“OH HOW KIND OF OUR OVERSEER! TO SHOW A MORTAL THEIR KINDNESS AND CARING SIDE!”

Seek would be lying if he said that he wasn't surprised

You, aka the Overseer, aka some higher being, AKA GOD, were known in the Valley of Thorns to be kind and caring, yet also distant and never approaching others directly

But then you literally adopt someone, making that person someone in your inner cycle?

Well, if Sebek knew one thing then that those Priests were going to have a crisis as soon as they learned about this

Totally not jealous

He would try to get closer to you since, apparently, you did allow others to get close to you

But he was happy as long as you were

After all, he was now the (not-so-official appointed) shield of the Valley of Thorns, something he got passed on by his grandfather

So of course he couldn't be family with you

That didn't mean he couldn't “help” you

Someone intruded on that dinner you had with Lilia and Silver?

Ouch… that punch must have hurt

Whenever Silver or his Father had to interfere because someone else came too close then they were some incredibly slick (looking at you Rook) or lucky person

Don't let his loud mouth fool you

This crocodile has done unmentionables in your name in order to make things easier for your new found family

For what? Oh you know, becoming his neighbor back home… forever

[slowd1ving]

KILLER ・゜゜MOZE NSFW

"All you are to me is a bleak obsession I am the mark intent on burning the street How many times can I ask you? How many days can I go without you?" Hǎoshì chéng shuāng. 好事成双. Good things come in pairs, even if the pair in question is a homicidal crow and a brokenhearted cryptologist. art by @ ma_mori74 on x!!! moze can we honestly e date? you’re so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. (joke) (not really) this was kinda rushed so :3 errr consider this like part 3 of tales of a disgruntled corvid pairing: moze + male reader warnings: nsfw, male reader, mentions of blood/death/violence, alcohol consumption, jealousy wc: 4.5k  

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

Hǎoshì chéng shuāng. 好事成双. Good things come in pairs. 

Fortune. It is a humorous concept for Moze: tasting of a fleeting childhood dream and the dregs of hope. Fortune, as some know it, comes in all forms. From gilt wealth and corruption, to finding a strale dropped on the street and getting to bed on time—everyone, it seems, tastes good fortune somewhere along their paltry lives. 

Moze’s good luck surmounts to meagre things: not getting blood beneath his nails after a mission; evading the prying eyes of the Yaoqing as he slinks into the shadows; working by himself; and most of all, not running into you. Good luck equals a tidy house and leftovers in his fridge. Good luck equals not needing to stock up on the tools of his trade and knives that don’t need sharpening. Good luck equals a fresh steamed bun and a slow day perched on the roof of a building. 

The point must be made. Moze does not experience auspicious encounters often. 

Conversely, those afflicted by confirmation bias might say misfortune comes in threes. Misfortune, for Moze, is significantly easier to quantify—but to stratify it into threes grossly underestimates the cesspit of chance he’s been allotted. 

One: being outside currently at Jiaoqiu’s food stall while rain drizzles down on him. It could be argued it’s only by his own volition that he’s slurping on steaming chilli-infused noodles as petrichor stains the air, yet that stupid fox decided this was the way to go in terms of conveying intelligence from Feixiao. This was the hell crafted by Jiaoqiu’s hands seeped green with pungent herbs. 

Two: getting his apartment lease renewal rejected a week ago over a development project at his block. Though he had been planning on starting afresh—never one to stay in the same area for too long, just like the rest of the Shadow Guards—he quite liked the nondescript studio. It’s a tidy place: plain and unassuming. What a pity. He’s read the message from his landlord over and over: growing a tad bit more incensed each time. 

Three: the sudden absence of suitable apartments in the districts that he sticks to. None of the flats he browsed were innocuous enough, and the ones that were perfect for his schedule and profession were in dismal condition. 

Four: you purchasing a flat a month ago which perfectly fulfilled his conditions. Two-bedroom, in the lower districts of the Yaoqing, with reclusive neighbours and a walking distance of the Seat of Divine Foresight. Had he gotten the notice for his lease rejection earlier, it might’ve been him there. 

Five: upon asking about his dilemma, Feixiao’s eyes gleaming bright. This was the indicator for certain disaster—an omen as ill as he ever saw. And unfortunately, her gaze next fell on the scripts you were working on, before flickering back up to you. Shit. That was the only thought running through his mind, before she pitched her idea to have him simply move in with you. Say no, he pleaded mentally, but alas—

“Sure,” you mutter, red ink spilling from your pen onto the parchment. Bold characters sign the form off and the letter is folded neatly onto a cycrane absent-mindedly; before you finally look up at the assassin who flinches as your eyes land on his. “S’long as he pays rent.”

Six: you agreeing to this stupid deal. Why? Why? It can’t possibly be the deep veneration for the Arbiter General. Surely your adoration of her cannot be deep enough to let this guy room in your house—an assassin, at that. You aren’t a follower of Qlipoth, but where the hell is your sense of preservation?

Seven: him not actually finding any fault in the building. Not in the surroundings, nor the modest room across from yours, nor the lazy grin on your face as you showed him around the apartment—still expecting him to vehemently shake his head. 

He signed the damned contract, and that was that.

“What’s got you sighing?” Jiaoqiu eyes him from where he’s pulling noodles: sleeves rolled back to avoid dusting the salmon hues with flour. Fragrant red wafts from the pot on the stove, and he’s suddenly reminded of the crimson shirt you wore just this morning—rippling around the taut lines of sinew and muscle as you worked diligently on decrypting ancient alchemical texts. “I thought you found yourself a place to stay, so why the long face?”

Moze keeps his silence. Well, tries to—but it’s not like a singular word will make him any less laconic. Tapping his chopsticks against the rim of the blue-toned porcelain, he evades the question and focuses right on the middle of Jiaoqiu’s sentence. “Somehow.” 

“Right! Your dearest partner—” Jiaoqiu drags the word out, characters stretched tight until they wind right against Moze’s eardrums. He glares: visibly annoyed, yet this only makes the man in his peripherals close his own eyes in satisfaction. “—took pity on you, didn’t he?”

“Maybe.” The assassin slams down the rest of the piquant broth: lips dripping with sanguine. His response is a question in itself—because why the hell did you agree to Feixiao’s request?

“Curious?” Of course he’s curious. 

“It’s not much of a surprise, really,” the foxian sighs, twisting the strands into a neat circle and letting it drop into the boiling water. “Poor thing’s probably still in shock from his breakup. I think he would’ve agreed to pretty much anything coming out of Feixiao’s mouth at that point.”

The man can only stare incredulously. Every part of that sentence is laden with a bombshell. 

“Wow, I thought you would’ve known. Guess what’s said at Qiu’er’s stays there too.” Jiaoqiu’s golden eyes gleam slightly at the mention of the downtown bar. No, Moze didn’t know. No, Moze isn’t currently outright staring at the man no longer in his peripherals. No, Moze cannot hear his chopsticks creaking beneath his grasp. “Woah, don’t break those.”

The fox eyes the crow warily. “Seriously. Cool it.”

Eight: you’re still not over your boyfriend cheating on you. In the drizzle beneath the canopy, this is how your new roommate diligently listens to how his work partner and resident cryptologist really can’t catch a break from bad men. 

“That includes you, you know,” Jiaoqiu squints at an unusually contemplative Moze. Flickering amber lights and the buzz of cicadas makes the assassin seem even more shady than usual. “You don’t have a chance, so don’t even try.”

“The hell are you talking about?” For someone like Moze, his piece of good fortune is that his voice remains steady in almost any sort of situation. This means that anyone hearing this man speak right now would naturally presume he’s affronted at Jiaoqiu’s response out of its complete implausibility. But on the flip side, those who’ve known Moze longer have learnt to watch for other irritated tells of his rather than a wavering voice. The subconscious flex of long fingers. Minute shifts in the elbows propped up on the bar. Biting the inside of his lip, just enough that it’s unnoticeable. But these aren’t things the assassin really takes stock of. 

For a brief moment, Jiaoqiu’s friendly smile drops and he peers at the man askance. Is he brain dead? “...Okay.”

And that is how the tall man—hunched over in the downpour to not let his noodles get too cold—first learns of matters of a more personal note of yours. In the rare grey skies that cast over the Yaoqing, it’s a chance to digest this information he’s learnt. 

But he doesn’t care. 

He doesn’t. 

・゜゜

A painful month passes for Moze. 

There’s nothing else to describe it—psychological torment is the only fitting description of your behaviour. Outwardly, nothing changes. He still hates you, and you still hate him—two arguing peas in a pod with a mutual dislike being the only thing in common between the two of you. Outwardly, behaviour-wise, nothing changes. Outwardly, appearance-wise, something does. 

He first notices it about three weeks after that waterlogged conversation with Jiaoqiu. There’s a faint aroma of sweet-smelling smoke on you—a long cigarette holder between your fingers as you read a thick book on the couch. He’s never seen the thing before in all your months together. Sure, the Yaoqing tobacco scent fades quickly away to not linger  in the case of a borisin’s especially sharp senses—but he’s never seen that sort of heavy-lidded expression on you before. When you glance at him, it’s usually irritatedly—not like this, where your glance is hazy and your lips are parted to blow plumes from your mouth. 

Shit. He doesn’t quite know why his heart speeds up. 

The second thing he notices is that every week or so, there’s a clinging perfume to your body: never your usual clean scent, one that clearly belongs to a different person. This is the same time he starts noticing you slipping on shirts with longer necks on missions—a darker imprint just about peeking above the material. 

He’s not an idiot. He can put two and two together. 

The third instance of misfortune is your habit of wandering around after a shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around your waist conservatively. Sure, the area from your hips to your knees is covered—but what about the rest? He finds himself growing more irritable during work hours. Marks not caused by injuries still bruise your skin; as you turn your back in the kitchen to make yourself a mug of tea, his eyes rove the dips and valleys of your back. Categorising each wound. Systematically detailing each little infringement on your skin. 

He doesn’t particularly know why. Maybe his obsession with tidiness crosses over to people too. 

・゜゜

It happens like this. Occasionally, a man as ill-fortuned as Moze receives gets a break. 

There’s a tumbler of whiskey on the low coffee table in the living room. Polished chestnut—if you had to describe it—with the light shining through the amber liquid just so, until it reflects onto the varnished surface. A cube of ice sits dainty in the middle, clinking as you tip the glass this way and that. 

“Don’t spill it,” the assassin murmurs. From behind the couch, breath ghosting just past your ear. You don’t shriek (perhaps he hoped you would)—you don’t even glance his way. 

“I feel like that was a redundant warning,” you remark brusquely, taking a swill of the liquor. It’s sweeter than it would’ve been normally: courtesy of the saccharine pipe nestled betwixt your fingers and the smoke still lingering in your mouth. “Were you hoping I’d jump?”

“Yes.” Short. To the point. Laconic. That’s how those outside this home would describe the man currently leaning down, hands splayed on the backrest of the couch. “We’ve got a mission tomorrow, and you still haven’t done the dishes.”

“It’s your turn,” he adds, because he likes seeing how this man’s expression wrinkles in exasperation, likes that stupid cant of your head—for it means Moze has won this little encounter. It’s all because he strongly dislikes his roommate, no other reason. 

“You suck.” Syrupy plumes ghost his face as you exhale into his face above—he doesn’t move back, even as the traces of burnt caramel become far more prominent, even as it feels like you’re blowing him a kiss more than anything.

“And you need to clean and go to sleep before you’re late,” he grits out, more annoyed than he was a moment ago. He’d say it was due to your lack of responsibility, but this angle allows the loose robe to expose your bitten collarbone—like some stupid fucking trophy. “Like you always are.”

“I’m never late, A-ze,” you enunciate each word in such a way that makes it clear you’re not drunk—so clearly the nickname is just to piss him off. A last-ditch middle finger; a threat that hasn’t worked for some time, one that makes his stomach churn uncomfortably but not enough to admit defeat. “You’re just up stupid early.”

He goes silent, in the way he does when you’re right. Instead of saying anything, he instead plucks the glass from your hand: downing the smooth alcohol from where you drank it, enjoying how for once your mouth closes just like his. The pipe in your hand tilts this way and that as you take a drag thoughtfully—recovering far too quickly for his liking. 

“A-ze.” Like this, with wisps exiting your mouth and silk draped over you, you look good enough to eat. He freezes at the implication of his thoughts, freezes at the sound of the name blanketed in some gruesome replica of affection. He hates it; hates how his heart squeezes and a faint flush of red dusts his cheekbones. Aeons. 

It is common knowledge to not toss a starving dog a bone before it hungers for more. 

“What, you don’t hate it anymore? Here I was, hoping you’d turn tail and leave,” you sigh, theatrically despondent—much like you normally are. Too damn dramatic for your own good. 

So desperate, drinking your sorrows away as if that’ll possibly work. He scoffs, striding the short distance over so he can tower over from the front. 

“Maybe you just like calling me that,” he breathes. There’s a smile playing on his lips: the rare one he gets when he knows he’s got a point, knows when he’s right. It’s unconscious—he’s far too oblivious to notice it only occurs around you. 

“I do,” you murmur. “Bet it warms your heart though. No one likes you enough to call you that.”

“So you like me?” There’s an odd buzz in his veins tonight. As the orange lights from the street blink into existence, and the room is no longer illuminated by ‘day’, he’s glad for the darkness that conceals the heat in his face. Your clothing rustles as you stand—practically nose to nose with the man in front of you.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Xiaoze,” you mutter, and the heated breath from your lips fans over his sensitive skin—mingling with the tobacco wisps and alcohol vapour. He swallows. “It’s pity.”

“Pity?” he sneers. “Like how you sleep around to get over your boyfriend? That’s not pitiful?”

“Like I said—” your tone becomes frigid as you shift closer: until his chest brushes up against yours, until he can count every lash that glows amber in the incandescent street lamps, until he can practically taste the rolling fury off your tongue. Warm. Scalding heat ebbs from your body and flows right into his own. “—don’t get ahead of yourself, Xiaoze.”

His breath comes in ragged waves. So close. When he stands so near to a human, it typically means he’s feeling life flow from them. Not like this; but he cannot bring himself to get away. 

He’s never been more thankful for his unwavering voice. 

“Don’t give bones to starving dogs,” he murmurs, mellifluous rather than jarringly annoying. “They’ll bite.”

Smoke wafts into his face as you survey his expression: flushed, brows knitted taut, lips still slick with liquor. 

“So you’re a dog, now?” Your fingers graze his chin, canting his head this way and that as he makes no moves to evade your grasp: heart beating miserably in his chest. There’s a strange sort of hunger in your gaze. 

He’s never seen it before. 

“No, it was proverbial—” Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “—you know?”

“Just as desperate as one,” you mutter. Trailing your finger down until they graze his collarbones, it’s no wonder he flinches—and you stare at him, unimpressed. “If I tell people about this, your reputation would immediately disintegrate. How many years have you cultivated that stupid mysterious image?”

“Hah—who would believe you?” It’s true, not many people would—but alas, the important ones have already witnessed this man looking at you. 

“Jiaoqiu, but I guess he already knows what a loser you are.” And you miss how when he lowers his head, he looks like a completely different person—flushed visage mired in shadow, like the assassin he truly is. He’s staring right at you, unblinking as he watches the cruel movement of your lips. 

“Don’t talk about him right now.”

And so, you don’t. 

・゜゜

This is the prelude leading up to this particularly humiliating scene. 

Humiliating, because propping himself up on his elbows on your bed isn’t a position he thought he’d ever find himself in. Humiliating, because he never gets drunk, so why the hell is his head spinning? Humiliating, because for once the mellow deep of his voice is pitched a note higher—larynx taut with suppressed groans. Unsteady, in a way his voice has never been. 

You taste like the pipe still tipping in your fingers: candy-sweet and saccharic. But there’s also the heavy aroma of liquor on your breath, mingling bittersweet with the plumes of smoke wafting from your fingers. Beneath that, blood from a scrape on your lip—acrid and metallic. That is what he knows, so your lips moving gently against his feels so utterly foreign: and not just in the way they taste. 

When you pull back for air, his eyes are blown wide in surprise; his mouth has only ever been used to bite, after all. You seem to instinctively know this as you take a long drag from the stick, blowing the curls of vapour into his mouth when you pull back in: to induce a slight tingle into him presumably (but Lan knows he doesn’t need aid to feel that buzz). 

Languorous. That’s how he’d describe it—for it seems you only ever work lazily. There’s no hurry as you lick past the seam of his lips. There’s no hurry as both your scalding mouth and your arid fingertips trail downwards, past the vales of his tense abdomen. There’s no hurry—but Aeons he wishes there was, for your hand slipping under his shirt and against his stiffened nipples are much too damn slow. 

“Do you—do you even know what you’re doing?” he mocks, like he isn’t currently jolting as you roll the pink flesh between searing fingers. You raise a brow: lucid against the otherwise irritated thoughts. 

“Do I?” you copy his broken whine, gripping the fat of his tits coarsely while the rise and fall of his chest becomes ever so slightly more shallow. If only he could see himself right now: jarred at every turn, pupils blown out, and the residual sheen on his lips. Every damn hue of purple littering his neck and collarbone. And if only you could see better in this darkness—spot that obsessive fervour in his gaze, one neither of you are quite aware of. 

“Do you have any experiences to compare it to?” you counter, twisting your hand while he glares at you heatedly. Nothing. Quiet as a corpse when you make an irrefutable point. 

No, that’s right, you grin sardonically as you slip the long cigarette back into its place on your nightstand. Syrup drips from your mouth as you twine your free hand in his hair, tugging until he groans into your lips with his own in that mellifluous cadence. 

You’re harsh as winter. 

No, cruel.

Cruel, as you trail your hand from his chest to his waistband—palming him roughly through his pants. Cruel, as you pinion his hips against your bed to prevent them from bucking into your hand—fingers digging desperately against your sheets as you grind against him. Cruel, as you swallow each whine with your warm mouth: so sweet, so gentle even as you wrench your hand into sinew, flesh and everything beyond. He can taste the arid heartbeat through your mouth, and he’s sure you can feel his own—pulsing hotly as he yields his worries to you, just for a moment. 

Or two. 

He’s inexperienced, but even he knows what the tension in his abdomen signifies. The distinct tremors in his legs, the pain as he digs his nails into your thigh, the tightness coiling his body into rigidity. Puppet-like beneath your machinations: manipulated this way and that way with strings unseen. 

Fucking his hand has never felt like this. 

As he writhes, he greedily swallows you whole. Taking everything, including your bloodied lips, including the faint caramel tracing your tongue, including the strangled gasp as he grasps your nape with burning urgency. Aeons. He’s breathless; judged human lust far too soon. Against your brutal palm, the fabric of his trousers is slick with his release—wet patch a testament to his sin. 

Yet still you rock against him as he rides out the mind-numbing pleasure: limbs infinitely heavier from the tension suddenly all releasing. 

But he forgets how cruel you are. 

One final sweet kiss later—nails raking past his scalp and the other hand warmly pressed against his cheek—and you pull away with a lazy smile. 

“Go to sleep.” The directive jolts him awake, like a bucket of ice-cold water breaking apart a dream. Dissolved like candy, like the damn fluid in Penacony connecting the conscious and unconscious. “We’ve got a mission tomorrow, remember?”

Like the cat that got the cream, you smile Cheshire-bright. A fucking riddle on your lips. “And I still have to do the dishes, remember?”

He’s left stupefied: numb lips, a reeling head, and an impercipient body. Once more, the shower he douses himself in is frigid—but nothing could be as cold as what just occurred. 

What the hell? 

He presses his palm to the lower half of his face in shock. 

What the hell?

Seriously, there’s something wrong with you. And as he glances down, he realises with utmost horror that his problem has not yet died down yet. 

What the hell?

Important things must be said thrice. Duplicitous in nature, Moze’s fate both turns for the worse and better simultaneously. 

The bone has been tossed. What will the starving dog do?

・゜゜

All actions have consequences. 

That is a proverb universally recognised by all walks of life: trodden on by kings, revered by alchemists, and vowed by the weak. You reap what you sow. What goes around comes around. Equivalent exchange. 

The natural outcome from that night is mutual silence. You don’t speak of that evening, and neither does he—face flush with implication, yet unwilling to actually divulge his thoughts on the matter. Sure, he finds himself with his hand attempting to recreate your rough friction (teeth clenched around his shirt as he paws at his lean chest)—but it never quite works, and all of his colleagues are privy to his especially curt mood. 

Joint missions with you are now a thing painful. Tense. 

The strings that bind him to you are taut with the feeling. Constricting, tightening, until he can sense their imminent breakage. 

This leads this unusual pair to this scenario. You, fresh out a shower and post the nth mission of this month. It’s only been three weeks since that night, and watching you meander about the kitchen with only a towel slung low on your hips is giving him heart palpitations. Steam curls from your body; each time you shift, he’s excruciatingly aware of how it appears just like that smoke from that night. 

“A-ze. What do you want?” 

That’s the golden question—what snaps him out of the trance—and makes him realise he’s practically pressed up against you from the back. No, scratch practically. His arms are on either side of the counter, pinning you in position as you continue stirring the fragrant drink. Feeling that damned sear of your skin is driving him into the throes of madness. 

He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and not heeding the rivulets that seep into his clothes. So warm, he wants to murmur—but talking is for those who want to speak, and he does not want to. Not in this moment, where he’s appreciating the soap you used, the lotion spread onto damp skin, the inherent smell of you. 

His teeth graze the vulnerable juncture. You turn, and he can see your eyes waver, feel the rapid thrum of your pulse as you become aware of just how desperate he is. “A-ze.” And your hands roam his waist, tracing the taut muscles betraying his anticipation. 

His lips are heated as he leans into you: a snarling mess. Trembling fingers trace the expanse of your soft body, like you’ll ghost away just like the wisps you smoke. 

“Need you.” It’s not a plea—the rough deep of his voice makes him sound demanding, as arrogant as ever. “Haven’t I behaved?”

He’s so damn desperate as he grasps your body: bruising and fatal. He’s desperate as he kisses you heatedly, desperate while your hands brush past the feverish skin of his stomach, desperate as you push him against the couch—too hasty for the bedroom. Now, he chokes out. Now, now, now. Please. 

Pliant beneath your hands, it’s not exactly the longest time until he’s gasping beneath you. So tight, you may have commented: drunk on the sensation of him fluttering around your probing fingers. Aeons. 

He’s so malleable: arching into you as soon as you line yourself up. It almost makes you feel bad for him: feeling him flinch whenever you brushed past him, watching his face bloom scarlet as he saw the marks on his neck in the hallway mirror. Almost.

It’s because he’s so cute like this: drooling amidst all the broken noises as you slam into him. You’ve never quite seen him this dishevelled, not even during that night. Hungrily, he’s sucking you right in—paying no heed to suppressing the almost-pained moans dribbling past his open lips. 

What a mess. 

Physically, it can only be described as such. White globs decorate his flushed skin messily: pearlescent in the dim lights of the living room. He can’t even begin to count how many times his weeping tip has stiffened, not when you’re so damn insistent that he forgets how to speak properly. It’s not like you’re any better; each time you look down there’s that frothy ring that strings you two together. 

Emotionally, it’s also quite the mayhem. You don’t particularly know where to look when his eyes have that gleam in them—a sort of fervour that one rarely ever sees. Even now—pupils hazed with lust and eyelids lowered heavily—he’s staring right up at you, content as can be whilst you drill mercilessly into him. 

Fuck. 

“Come on, you—ah—can do better than that,” he taunts. As though he doesn’t look completely fucked-out, as though there aren’t tears leaking from his foggy eyes. You’re not sure where he gets his audaciousness from. 

He’s beautiful. 

“This is why no one likes you,” you hiss, sharply tugging his hair back to hear his surprised whines. Supplicantly, he does exactly what you expect. Loser. Aeons, he sucks. 

“Yeah?” he grins. “What does that say about you?”

“That I’m a no one from the Intelligenstia Guild,” you answer against his neck, feeling his throat constrict as he swallows. Though it’s only minutely, his nails dig somewhat deeper into the flesh of your back—marking you up just as much as you’ve marked him. An acknowledgement of your words. 

Well. 

You suppose you’ve always been drawn to the pathetic ones. 

・゜゜

[shinysobi]

"it was awkward to see colin flirt and behave like a rake" "he gave me the ick" yes ! that is the fucking point!! congratulations! you have the media literacy skills of a fucking monkey because my 4-year old niece could understand it better than you do.

we are supposed to find colin cringey and annoying and get the ick because that is not who he is. he is not anthony, or simon, or even benedict. colin (apart from gregory) is the sweetest of all bridgerton brothers (i'm going by book canon) and his most identifiable character trait is the fact that he values an emotional connection above everything. he runs away to the continent because he wants to feel that emotional connection. he has meaningless sex in brothels because that is the example he has seen growing up, that is the norm. he tries so hard to fit into the norm. he goes out drinking, adopts an entirely new personality, learns flirtations because that is how he thinks he will fit in. he's got armour on, as violet said. he puts everyone's needs above his own, he stops rambling on and boring his family with details of his trip because he knows no one cares. he doesn't talk to anthony or benedict about his heartaches because he knows they still, somewhere in their heart of hearts, view him as the annoying younger brother. he's so devastated by his closest friend not responding to him that he adopts a new personality in the hopes that it might mask the hurt better. he runs after penelope in episode one because he is so attuned to her emotions that he knows she's hurting, and tries to comfort her even when she's spiraling and lashes out. he must have been hurt by her words in the "good night mr bridgerton" scene but he puts it aside to genuinely apologise to her when literally no one else in that family would do that. colin, instead of brooding over his own feelings, goes and corners penelope in her family's garden and apologises to her, disregarding his own hurt at being cruelly dismissed by his close friend.

penelope asking colin to kiss her is not a mark of how "pathetic" she is. she has written and shamed herself in a manner that is almost entirely unsalvageable. she is at her lowest point, and then portia comes in and reminds her of how undesirable she is, and she sinks even lower. she asks colin to kiss her because she sees it as a final act, after which she can quietly wave goodbye to her dreams of ever getting married and leaving her mother's home. colin kisses her because he is also keenly aware of how she's feeling. he knows how hurt she is, he wants to do anything to alleviate that. be it cracking a joke, or kissing her. he is gentle, because he wants it to be something she can dream of when she's by herself. penelope, at this moment, has no hope for herself, and their kiss is an act of letting go for her. no, it's not a pity kiss, no he did not like her after her glow up, he has always loved her. him being struck dumb is a reaction to her physical transformation, nothing more. he does not flirt with her in that ballroom scene, he only approaches her when she's in distress. he's not flirting with her. i can assure you penelope could wear the frumpiest most neon yellow gown of all time and colin would still go "<333 my pen" for her.

colin jumps to catch the balloon's ropes because he sees that penelope is in danger, he does not give a shit about anyone else lmao. he feels temporary relief when he sees eloise run to safety, but the moment he sees penelope in immediate danger, he rushes to take action. afterwards, when he sees that she's being comforted by debling (all my homies hate debling, even if he is aro/ace coded i do NOT claim him) he does not approach her. it would be easy for him to do so, but he does not, because he respects her boundaries. colin bridgerton is the only man in the ton who respects women (the featherington sons-in-laws are too pretty to have a thought) he calls out fife and his friends for treating women like objects and calls them cavalier. the only way he would have been more explicit about his demisexuality was if he tap danced on the club table (entertaining thought, luke newton please)

colin also rapidly takes action, something which no one in the show has done so far. simon would have died instead of accepting his feelings for daphne, daphne would have been content with a loveless marriage forever instead of asking for help. kate would have pushed edwina down the aisle and gone off to india instead of confronting her own feelings, and anthony would have married edwina if she hadn't been brave enough for the three of them to run from the altar and ruin herself. penelope stood on the sidelines for years and loved him quietly because she had no hope of him loving her back. colin, the moment he is assured of his feelings, runs to penelope, almost kisses her in the middle of a ballroom. when he hears that debling is about to propose, he goes to the ball, just to dissuade penelope one more time. he cuts into their dance because he's desperate. when he runs after her carriage, he asks her if she has been proposed to, because he would not have touched her otherwise. he confesses his feelings to her only when he knows that she hasn't gotten engaged to debling, and when she says "but we are friends" he moves away. nothing more. he would have let her go, if she did not return his feelings.

idk whether i should be flattered or offended at people misunderstanding this season because on one hand it is offensive, but on the other hand, it means only smart people get polin. seriously. your minds have been rotted by insta-love and enemies to lovers that you can't even appreciate the innate beauty of friends to lovers. being friends with someone and then holding all those feelings for them. the trepidation of possible rejection. the fulfillment of being loved by the person who knows you the best of them all. the privilege of loving someone whose feelings you know better than your own. love is gentle and kind and yes it is a violent, uprooting force but above all, love does not hurt anyone. it does not hurt you. i could love someone quietly for years and it wouldn't bother me if their feelings were requited or not because my feelings are none of their business and i consider it a privilege to love and be loved by them, even if it is not in the way i would want it to be. polin are privileged in the highest sense. they know each other better than anyone else, they know how to love each other better than anyone else. to think they are rushed or they dont deserve each other is a disservice to both of them. they would be miserable with anyone else.

in other matters, if i see one more person talking smack about luke or nicola behind the safety of their screens i will personally get a bazooka.

[r0-boat]

Lucifer headcanons PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS (Maybe what most citizens of hell think of him? And how they and the kings react when mc gets close to him?) PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

I'm not confident in my Lucifer headcanon's since I wrote that Lucifer breeding fic but heeeeeere hhhhh

Lucifer headcannons

NSFW&SFW

Lucifer was once an angel and as angels the assistance of God they help make humans and devils so it would make sense that Lucifer one of God's most prized angels would know a fair amount of human and devil anatomy.

Perhaps he became Hell's greatest doctor because he felt guilt of how much useless slaughter he and his brothers did. So, instead of killing, he wanted to help. And his subordinates, supportive of his dream, became healers and doctors with him.

However, he is still the demon of pride, and he wants to be your primary care doctor, and he will not sway his will. The Kings really don't fight him on this because, well, he is the right person to trust with your health.

My most favorite headcanon (and probably the least true, to be honest) is that since his fall, he is slowly learning about sex and sexual attraction. And you are playing a heavy hand on corrupting him, and he loves it. He was a pious angel; though not perfect to many of his brethren, he was considered highly regarded. And now look at him, fucking you till you cry in an act so obscene that it would make his brothers weep. Corruption kink Lucifer. Go brrr.

He wants to corrupt you, just like you corrupt him, but how do you corrupt someone who is already sinful filth/affectionate

Lucifer sees you as the perfect partner to try sexual acts with because he trusts you the most, and he likes you. That goes without saying. Unbeknownst to you, Lucifer is a fast learner. Once you teach him how to pleasure you, the next thing you know, he'll be making you writhe and scream.

Lucifer is a little bitey during sex. Especially when he is about to come, he clenches his teeth before to stop himself from sinking his fangs into your neck, but he can't help it. He needs to feel your soft skin in his mouth. His favorite places to bite are your neck and your thighs, other than your tears and your cum,. Your blood is the third favorite taste.

Lucifer is on the more serious side; jokes tend to bounce off his head. Especially ones made by younger devils... So much so that he gets angry when anyone mentions any word he cannot understand.

As the demon of pride it is his way or the highway. He can break any rule he wants but you, less you want to be a brat (please do He likes to punish). You may not break any rules of his.

Lucifer is as caring and gentle as he is strict; your tears frighten him just as much as it arouses him. He doesn't want to see you cry if it's not from pleasure. His gaze will grow soft, his voice deep and gentle, calling you cooing as he wipes away your tears.

He still has that little bit of animosity toward you He knows it is not your fault. He tells you straight up that it's because he is an angel. Even though most of it is mostly gone, he still gets a slight sickly pleasure from making you cry; He can't help it. He's a little bit of a sadist when he comes to you.

Everyone knows what Lucifer's penmanship looks like but no one can fucking read it. It's a mess of This is the most doctor shit you've ever seen. To you it just looks like an L and a squiggle written in a shimmering gold font (expensive fountain pen gift from Mammon)

Mammon likes Lucifer in a sort of "ooh, that man is pretty; never had an angel in my collection before." Where when Lucifer sees Mammon, it's mainly with Satan, so his first reaction is "God damn it not again."

He still calls you child of Adam or child of man And he still apologizes for it.

Lucifer is quite the romantic despite now becoming a devil, he thinks that hellborn devils should learn that sex is much sweeter when the tension is right. Basically his version of "these youngsters are still young SMH"

Lucifer unironically likes Twilight.

Lucifer texts like he is a character AI bot with perfect English and punctuation. Good luck trying to text him back because he knows nothing about text slang.

You annoy him so much and he loves it. You're so cute please keep pissing him off he'll still love you even when he kicks you out. He literally can't stay mad at you.

He's wondering how the fuck are you still alive You've been wondering that yourself all these years. Maybe that's why you so protective over your health now.

Dads you a lot. "You have to eat this finish your food it's healthy. Blah blah blah- too much screen time is bad for your eyes." "Blah blah blah-humans should get at least 8 hours of sleep Go to bed- blah blah blah." "Stop eating shitty foods and actually cook a decent meal-blah blah blah." at this point, calling him Daddy is becoming less of a joke.

Also Lucifer: buys you chocolates, takes you to fancy dinners.

Lucifer hates being called Daddy. And he hates that he's starting to like it; please stop.

[jksprincess10]

You just leave it up to me, we could have a good time || Eddie Munson x f!reader

A/N: Thank you to the discord server friends who helped me out with this !!!

Summary: You reunite with Eddie at the hideout, and he confesses that he's still a virgin. You're more than willing to help.

CW: No y/n, no physical descriptions of reader, sub!eddie, virgin!eddie, mentions of drinking, implied small age gap (reader is around 2 years older) awkward idiots, bad DND jokes, oral sex (f receiving), protected p in v, premature ejaculation.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

"That's it Eddie, you're being such a good boy." You slur, drunk on pleasure as you hold up his hair in a ponytail to keep it from getting wet. Eddie slurps energetically on your pussy, encouraged by your kind praises.

It had all started when you reunited with Eddie at The Hideout. After you had graduated - and he had been held back again, you found yourself busy with college life and you rarely saw him, albeit living in a small town.

But a night in a shitty small-town bar led to so much more.

You had forgotten how beautiful he was. And on the stage, guitar in hands, he simply looked in control. You wanted to make him loose it.

"That was really good." You said as you offered him a drink after he went off stage.

He looked at you, and it took a few seconds until he recognized you, his gaze lighting up as he found your name.

"Oh shit! You were at my school, right? One year ahead of me?" He took the drink in his hand, and you couldn't help but notice the rings on his hand. Your eyes slipped from his fingers, then to his big, brown eyes before he caught you staring.

"Yup."

You got to talking and a few drinks later, your tongues had gone loose.

"Did you finally graduate?" You asked, eyebrow raised.  

"I did. I'm just... figuring things out right now. Still a virgin loser, though." He chuckled and lifted his drink for a toast.

"You'd think being a guitarist would help." You laughed and hit your glass against his for a mock-toast. "I can help, though."

"... what?"

"I can fix this." Your fingers grazed his, and his gaze darkened as he looked at you.

"Fuck it, let's go."

"This is my humble apartment." You said as you welcomed him in.

Eddie looked around with a smile on his face.

"Nice. D'you mind if I... freshen up?"

" 'Course not. I like my men clean."

You pointed him to the bathroom, and you waited in your bedroom, undressing to your underwear and your bra. You felt giddy and nervous as you waited for him. When Eddie came out, he was only clad in his boxers, black with a dungeon and dragons log printed a few times.

"Hi." He said awkwardly.

You rose and walked towards him, placing your hands against his chest.

"Hi." You smiled at him, big and sincere. "Can I kiss you?"

Eddie nodded enthusiastically, and you wrapped your hands around his neck to angle his face towards your mouth. He tasted like cheap beer and Chapstick. His lips were surprisingly soft and when he held your waist, you could feel his confidence building. You licked and tugged at his bottom lip until he let you in, you glided your tongue into his mouth. His moans vibrating in your mouth went straight to your core. You pushed him to your unmade, messy bed, and he supported his upper body with his forearms as he looked at you, astounded.

"It's my fucking lucky day, damn." He said, voice rough as he wrapped a hand around your neck, bringing you down to him. You felt his cold rings on your warm skin. Eddie looked you up and down, taking you in, like you were some kind of beautiful dream or perhaps, the type of hallucination he would have on drugs.  

"You know, I always thought you were cute." You confessed as you kissed the corner of his lips.

"You don't have to flatter my ego."

"It's true." You pulled back his hair to look at his face, then your fingers trailed down his chest, lean, with sparse hair and faded tattoos that looked like they were made with a single needle and pen ink.

"Now Eddie, do you know how to please a lady?" You asked in a sultry voice, the pad of your fingers tracing the vague shape of a tattoo that had blown out.

"In... theory." He responded, unsure.

"Do you want me to show you?"

The boy nodded his head a few times, and kissed your forehead as you swapped your positions, pulling him on top of you.

"Just take your time." You took his hands in yours and guided them to the back of your bra. He unclasped it with surprising ease and pulled it down your arms, after tossing it on the floor. "Hey! This shit's expensive, Munson." You joked, falsely offended.

"I'll buy you a new one." He seemed hypnotized by the sight of your breasts. You leaded his hands on your skin, letting him touch, pinch and explore. "Beautiful." He muttered to himself.

"You're cute." You let out without really thinking. You shouldn't get too attached. He smiled shyly, his cheeks red.

"Can you show me how to eat you out? Please?"

"Asking so nicely, like a good boy."

Your words stirred something unknown inside of him and went right to his cock. You could see the online of it through his thin boxers, and you unconsciously licked your lips.

You slid down your panties and opened up your legs for him.

"Go ahead. Spread my lips, lick around until you find my clit."

Eddie's fingers followed your lead, spreading you open. His tongue explored your slit, shyly at first, and when the tip of the wet muscle found your bundle of nerves, he became more confident. You encouraged him with soft praises and moans.

He looked up at you with big, innocent eyes, watching each and every one of your expressions.

"You can suck, graze your teeth... you can be messy. Can you hear how wet you're making me? Do you wanna feel it too?"

“Y-Yes, I hear it.” Eddie whispered against your soaked cunt, the warmth of his mouth heightening with your sensitivity.

Eddie's tongue circled your clit, fast, then slow, before sucking it into your mouth, sending shocks of pleasure through you.

"That's it Eddie, you're being such a good boy." You slur, drunk on pleasure as you hold up his hair in a ponytail to keep it from getting wet. Eddie slurps energetically on your pussy, pushed by your kind praises. "Put your fingers in me."

Slowly, two of his digits breach your hole, stopping at his rings. He looks up at you for approval, and you nod with a fucked-out smirk.

"P-Push them in and out while you keep eating my pussy. Curl your fingers until… you feel something spongey." It was getting difficult to give him instructions as you were blinded by your own pleasure.

As he follows your directions, you arch your back and you gasp when he found the right spot, pulling on his hair tightly.

"R-Right there, oh god Eddie. "

He doubles in fervor and enthusiasm until your legs are shaking and you're gushing on his fingers. You let his hair go, and he sits back on his knees as if to look at a beautiful painting; pussy glistening with your come and his spit.

"You did so fucking good, Eddie." You look up at him as he overs over your body, biting your lip. When you looked down at his crotch, you can see the wetness in his boxers, until you meet his glazed eyes.

"Take this off. I wanna please you."

He lowers his boxers until they rest under his balls. Eddie's cock is red and leaking, his balls, tight. When you wrap your hand around him, he almost looks startled.

"Hey... I'm sorry baby."

"N-No it's just. I might fucking come on the spot if you touch me. Shit."

"It's okay. Tell me what you need." You caress the light stubble on his cheek.

"I-I want to fuck you. If that's okay." Eddie stutters as he pulls his underwear all the way down.

"Of course." Your hand finds a condom in your side table drawer, and you hand it to him. Eddie tears it open with his teeth and unwraps it on his erect cock.

"I'm not... really sure how to do this or-"

You lay a hand on his torso and push him against the bed. "Let me take over." You sit on his lap, and he looks up at you in pure wonder. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and you descend on him slowly. He takes in a sharp, shaky breath.

"So fucking tight. Fuck." He curses, his hands taking place on your waist. When your thighs are flush with his, you give him a few seconds to adjust to the new feeling. "Kiss me. Please." He says needily. You could never refuse anything to this man. You bend down and latch your lips onto his, taking the opportunity to move your hips slowly. He groans into your mouth.

You use your hands to support your upper body, laying your palms against his chest as you jump up and down on his cock, faster. Eddie is a babbling mess under you, thrusting his hips against yours. When you feel him unintentionally hitting that deep spot inside of you, you cry out his name.

"I'm s-sorry... I- I can't last."

"S'okay baby boy. You can come. It's normal on the first time." You say between heavy breaths. Eddie's hips keeps thrusting in a disorganized rhythm, until he stops, deep inside of you. He moans as he comes, so hard until he sees stars.

"Well, that was a fucking NAT 1 on performance." He says as you pull off him. His forearm lays against his forehead as he catches his breath. You snort as you get off him.

"You made me come, so that's better than 90% of dudes. You need anything?"

"Water. Please."

You nod and go to the bathroom, before coming back with two glasses of fresh water that you leave on your bedside table.

Eddie has already discarded the condom and is back in his boxers. "Huh I should... go."

"You can stay. If... if you want."

You watch him drink the water, the way his throat bobs when he swallows.

"Sure. And... I can bring you on a date tomorrow? If you want." He repeats.

You lay on the bed and smile at him. "Yes. Of course Eddie. Let's go on a date."

[229zmi]

BLIND DATE

Kuroo Tetsurō/Reader | 1.1k words, fluff, reader is a little clueless at first, based off of this tiktok

“I’m sorry, what? Could you— sorry, could you repeat that?”

At the sound of Kuroo’s cackles echoing throughout the study room (that you had booked for yourself, and then he decided to invade it after spotting you through the window), you shake your head, feeling the regret creep up your neck like smoke rising from flames. Still, he continues to offer half-assed apologies in between abrupt laughs, as if that’ll soothe your embarrassment in any way.

“You heard me the first time.” You scowl when he opens his mouth to deny it, feigning cluelessness with a dumbfounded look on his face. “And your sense of humour sucks by the way. It wasn’t that funny.”

“But it is. You really want me, out of all the people, to set you up with someone?” He grins, twirling a pen around his fingers. Inwardly, you wish for the pen to suddenly fly out of control, for him to finally have a moment of failure that will eventually spiral into his downfall in the hopefully near future (a few seconds from now), but it never happens.

“Just one date,” you say, with venom preemptively hanging from the tip of your tongue in case you need to further defend yourself.

However, he surprises you when all he does is lean back in his chair instead of bursting into a fit of laughter again. His eyebrows furrow in thought, and the pen stills in his hand; he sets it down atop his notebook.

“I know someone who has a small crush on you,” he tells you after a beat. You straighten at the newfound information, suddenly interested.

“Really? Are they a friend of yours? Who is it?”

Kuroo — that bastard — shakes his head, now sporting a smug smile as he crosses his arms. “That’s classified information, I’m afraid.”

You groan. “You can’t just say that and not tell me who it is! C’mon, can you at least give me a hint?”

“Sure. What kind of hint?”

Your question hurtles toward him at lightning speed, only half-joking. “Are they rich?”

Waving his finger disapprovingly, he reprimands you, “Such a shallow question. I’m disappointed in you.”

“Yeah, well, are they?”

“Can’t say he is. He’s a college student, same university and year as us,” he says, and you act devastated over the news, slapping a dramatic hand over your chest. It’s too bad your dreams of becoming someone’s sugar baby have been crushed so tragically like this, though you suppose there are other important factors to consider as well.

“Is he—?”

“Hey, you said a hint, not multiple hints.”

“Oh, shut it. Is he hot?”

“Very,” he confirms, so quickly that it’s almost suspicious. You eye him warily, to which he shrugs. “What? Birds of a feather flock together, or something like that.”

“Yeah, okay. So he’s butt-ugly, then, by association with you.” At that, Kuroo kicks your knee as you snicker to yourself.

“You know that by saying that, you’re also calling yourself butt-ugly. Plus, I’m doing you a grand favour, and this is what I get in return?” A long sigh escapes him. “Absolutely nothing but insults. Unbelievable.”

“You’re such a baby.”

“Nothing but insults,” he repeats.

You roll your eyes. There’s no winning with him. “Fine, then. I’ll lend you my old statistics textbook. You’re taking Intro to Stats next semester, right?”

“Yup.” He smiles, and you know you’ve got yourself a deal. “I’ll text you the location and time as soon as possible.”

Disappointingly enough, your date is late.

Kuroo, however, is right on time.

You narrow your eyes at him, glancing at the outfit he’s got on. You’re used to him wearing sweatpants and hoodies with holes in the sleeves every time you see him, but today, he’s put something unusually nice on, although you’re not entirely sure why. You’re also not sure why he’s here, outside of the café and at the exact time he told you your date had agreed to meet you.

“Where’s my date?” you ask before looking around for the umpteenth time to check if he’s arrived yet. However, your movement is stopped when Kuroo gently places a hand under your chin, guiding your focus back to him.

A sly grin reveals itself; his hazel eyes twinkle beneath the glow of the café’s hanging fairy lights.

“Right here. I’m your date.”

You frown, still puzzled. “What? But you said a few days ago, you were gonna set me up with someone who—“

Wait a minute.

Oh, you realise.

Then, you shut your eyes tightly, turning away from him.

“What are you doing?” There’s a slight chuckle in his voice that he doesn’t even attempt to hide, obviously entertained by your actions. He steps to the side to see your face, but you turn away again. “Hey, is my hair really that ugly? I tried combing it down like a gazillion times this morning, I swear.”

“No, just—” You stick your arm out, and Kuroo holds onto it awkwardly, both concerned for you and unsure of what he’s supposed to do. “Pinch me, please. I think I’m dreaming.”

“Oh. You’re not dreaming,” he assures you, opting to instead rest his hands on your shoulders, yet it’s pointless in getting you to look at him. Stubborn as always, he thinks fondly.

“That’s exactly what someone in my dreams would say.”

“Ah, I see. So, I’m the man of your dreams?”

Bingo. Picturing himself doing a victory dance in his head, Kuroo watches you open your eyes to glare at him for his remark. His celebration is short-lived, though, because in a matter of seconds, you’re quick to point out, “You’re blushing.”

Rubbing a hand over his cheek as if to erase the pinkish hue, he denies the observation. “I’m not.”

“You are.” You feel all giddy inside, with your heart feeling like it’s about to leap out of your chest, walk inside the café, and buy a cup of coffee. You’re worried a gooey mess of feelings is what’s going to spill onto the pavement if you so much as speak too quickly, so your question comes out tentative, like a butterfly’s wings fluttering in the wind, “And… you like me?”

That, he cannot deny. But there’s a poor attempt at it anyway. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I said a small crush.”

“Really?”

“Really.” A pause. Then, he adds sheepishly, “Well, maybe it’s a little more than that.”

Your expression breaks into a grin at the confession, but before you can tease him any more for the blush that has now spread to the back of his neck, he pulls the door to the café open and uses his free hand to gesture towards the interior, bowing his head slightly.

“For my lovely date,” he says, looking up just to wink at you. Whether this is actually to charm you or just to distract you from his embarrassment, you can’t tell.

Nevertheless, as cheesy as it is, you decide to play along, intertwining your fingers through his and extending your gratitude to him for his chivalrous act before pulling him along as you head inside.

notes: another kuroo fic 4 the Kuroo kissers ♥︎ tumblr user @kyoghurts i hope u like it teehee

[hopelessdazai]

✿ 》 Will you talk to me again?

╰⧼ 🪻 note.. ⧽ ; I don't expect this to do well because its not smut but it'd be nice !! reblogs appreciated, support your creators :)

╰⧼ ☀️ features.. ⧽ ; dazai x gn!reader, WC ; 784

╰⧼ 🌙 contents.. ⧽ ; angst, reader isn't alive, letter from dazai. he's trying very hard to keep himself stable but it's not working™.

To my dearest ______ .

It's been a while, hasn't it? I hope you don't mind me writing to you like this, it's simply been too long. I'm sure you're still angry at me, so seeing you physically isn't my best interest right now! haha, I'm sorry. you know I'm just joking around, don't you? I'd love to see you in person. I'm sure you would've punched my arm if you heard me out loud right now, wouldn't you? I'm glad I'm spared of the bruises.

what does someone put in a letter? that's what I was asking myself before I even began writing. I decided that the best way to do something like this was to just write whatever I feel true as pen touches paper. I hope it makes sense to you, at the least. if I'm pouring my heart out on some paper only for it to be misunderstood, it feels like a waste, no?

though, i'd be lying if i said it wouldn't be rather cute to see you try to fathom what I mean. did you know you scrunch your nose like a bunny sometimes when you're reading? I'm sure you're doing that now too. you'll get wrinkles very at this rate ..

but anyway, I managed to prank kunikida the other day! you remember that hair dye trick I'd told you about? I managed to break into his apartment and swap out his shampoo, at last! he came into work the next day with black hair, it was hilarious, you should've been here! he was so angry with me. beat me black and blue!

oh, _____. I got a new heated blanket for our bed, you know? it took a while to save up for it, and I had to cut out some other necessities, sure. but it makes everything so much better! I hate cold beds, I'm sure you know that better then anyone. haha, back before we moved in together when I'd break into your apartment and crawl into bed with you. I'm sorry for the amount of locks I broke, but your place was so cozy!

... you know, it's been really hard without you here. I miss you so painfully, and I don't mean to call into the void without even an echo, but its killing me to pretend I'm fine about any of this. I'm not fine with this, how am I supposed to be? I wish it was just a bad dream.

I don't want to have to write letters to you anymore, ______. I don't want to have to buy heated blankets to try and stop my arms from aching for your warmth. I don't want you to be angry with me, I'm sorry I didn't apologise to you before you were gone. I shouldn't have been so stupid.

i had so many words on my mind that I was too afraid to say. maybe if I faced myself and told you 'I love you' it would've stopped you leaving.

have you met odasaku yet? has he told you any stories of his time? I wish I could hear your voice again. I wish you could answer my questions. even to hear you scoff at my stupidity again would heal me. I'm sorry I was annoying, I just wanted your attention. it stings knowing I'll never get it again.

I can't keep repeating to myself that you're not gone. I can't keep buying your perfume and pretending that you're in the next room over. your pillow doesn't smell like you anymore.

I wish I could apologise properly. I wish I could've stopped you from leaving the house that night. I wish I could kill myself to join you and yet I know we won't cross paths again in the afterlife. you were always too good for me, ______. i was nothing compared to you.

i picked up a homeless dog yesterday. you'd always wanted a puppy, I'm sorry I never let you bring one home. I named it after you. im trying to get used to them, I promise. if I couldn't save you, I'll save your name.

I'm sorry. if I continue writing, my throat will hurt more. its strange, isn't it? crying makes your throat sore. I forgot what it was like for a while, I remember laying in your arms wondering if I'd ever have a reason to cry again. now I can't seem to help myself.

keep your wings clean for me, white looks good on you. its a shame you couldn't wear the wedding attire i wished to see you in one day. you would've looked amazing.

I'll write again, missing you is the greatest honor.

sincerely, your osamu.

[banj0possum]

Can we get more Goth yandere? Like when he offered us the chance to read those dark fairytales together I imagine us in his bed on a rainy day and a candle is lit and we’re snuggled up next to him reading about the darkest shit ever and he’s stuttering because he’s so nervous. Like we’re both under the blankets with our leg over his

*sniff* man..

Yandere! Goth x GN! Reader Pt. 2

🥀 He was dreaming right? This was a dream? Yeah it's a totally a dream!

🥀 No it's not a dream..

🥀 "Jas? So is it your place or mine?" Your voice snaps him out of his trance.

🥀 "Wh-oh! Uhm, y-you can come over to my place if..thats ok.." He's trying to keep calm, but the fact that you're coming over to his house is almost unreal to him!

🥀 The two of you have been partnered up for a science project and you wanted to work on in together at home.

🥀 Jasper was trying not to pass out from happiness over the prospect of hanging out with you without anyone to bother you two, maybe he can finally make a move!

🥀 You walk home with him, and you arrive at his house. It was a grey house with dark blue tiles on the roof. The yard was filled with bushes and vines that grew everywhere, it was rather charming.

🥀 Your both enter and you're greeting by his mom. She was in the middle of cooking when she greeted you sweetly.

🥀 "Why hello dear! I've never seen Jasper bring home a friend before! I'm so glad he's making friends in school!" She smiles.

🥀 Jasper blushes and pouts "Mom of course I have friends.." he laughs, giving his mom a big hug.

🥀 "Awe I know sweetie, now you two come in! I'm making dinner!" She shoos us away from the kitchen so she could cook, and we run up the stairs to his room.

🥀 His room was full of posters and fairy lights; it was gloomy but in a weirdly comforting way. You could see shelves full of curiosities like a jar full of what seemed like raw ore and..is that the pen you lost?

🥀 Jasper lights a few candles which were scented like flowers, and he sits down on his desk "So where do we start?" he smiles.

🥀 The whole time you were working on the project, Jasper was smiling like an idiot. The thought of you spending time with him in his room sent him over the moon!

🥀 Whenever you leaned near him to look at his laptop, he may or may not have gotten a whiff of your hair..

🥀 A few hours pass, and it's started raining. Jonesy came into the room to sleep in our lap as you two finished up the report.

🥀 "Huh, that's weird. Jonesy hates anyone that isn't me or my mom.." Jasper smiles as he pets the little black cat on your lap.

🥀 You joke that you're his second parent and Jasper turns bright red and starts stuttering like crazy. "R-really? I-I mean you can if you wanna I'm not stopping you! N-not like I'm asking you to be my partner of anything right? I mean it's just a cat! Hahah..yeah.."

🥀 You smile at him and laugh before looking around his room again, complimenting his decor.

🥀 "Th-thanks..Oh! I promised you I'd show you my books! I just got Dante's Inferno! You wanna read it with me?" He asks happily.

🥀 You agree and he gets the book, the two of you lying on his bed as he opens a lamp and starts reading, but he's utterly crap at not stuttering every 10 words.

🥀 He could feel you leaning on his shoulder, your bodies getting closer with each paged turned, it was both exciting and calming to him.

🥀 Jonesy jumps off the bed and out the room as the two of you read.

🥀 The atmosphere was so relaxing, the soft glow of the candles and fairy lights in the room and the rain tapping against the window was like a river flowing all your worries and anxieties away.

🥀 Soon enough the two of you drift off to sleep, cuddling eachother with the book discarded on the floor, Jasper held you close to his chest as your legs were tangled together under his blanket.

🥀 "Kids? Time for- oh.." Jasper's mom quiet's down as she peeks in and sees us sleeping together. She giggles and gently closes the door and picking up Jonesy. "We should let them rest for a bit Jonesy.." She smiles as she goes back down.

[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - This chapter- Lots of dumbification, dollification, choking, smacking (face, ass, titties) rough sex, rough kissing, brat taming, HEAVY Daddy kink, breeding kink.

ꕥ Word Count- 9.5K

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.

Chapter 7 - Masterlist

Chapter 8

Two months later

You’re in class, back at college now, and you’re tapping your pen on the desk, with Nobara on one side of you, Yuuji on the other. Megumi is directly in front of you, running a hand through his spiky hair. It hurt even looking at Megumi, honestly, because damned if you didn’t see Toji so much in him every day. They didn’t look exactly alike, of course but…

It brought back brutal memories, of Toji’s tall figure walking away, of you desperately wishing for some way to contact him. You ended up sobbing in your room for the rest of your spring break, and no matter what Shiu tried to say, there was no talking to you. Even Mei tried her best, trying to comfort you, but it didn’t work, nothing worked.

You miss him.

You miss how his scar twitches when he smirks at you, you miss his scent, you miss his rude ass remarks and his gruff personality. You miss his nasty jokes, the way those eyes drink you in, the lewd way he touched you. God, his touches alone still make you shiver if you think about them. But mostly? You miss being in his arms, even if it was for a moment after sex.

You miss his kisses.

You miss Toji Fushiguro, the only man you’ve ever felt anything for, the man that’s long gone out of your life. You don’t even know if you can get over it, not when he’s still in your dreams. There is some party tonight, Nobara and Yuuji are making you come along, Nobara knows about it but she hasn’t shared it with Megumi, thank God.

The bell rings, and Nobara brushes back her strawberry blond locks, smiling at you. “Are you ready for tonight? We can get dressed up together!”

“For sure.” You say, struggling to sound normal, but you could tell Nobara noticed the sadness in it, as she rubs your shoulder.

“I’m not gonna puke tonight, swear!” Yuuji says enthusiastically, you turn to him and giggle as he wraps an arm around both of your waists. Nobara smacks at him, causing him to pout cutely, you ruffle his pink hair, making him blush a bit.

“You’ll totally puke. I’m not holding your hair back!” You tease, and that earns another pout, as Megumi walks over to you all, giving you a small smile.

“Hey, can we talk?” Megumi asks you, and you tense a bit, then nod. “Cool, let's take a walk together?”

“Sure thing.” You wave goodbye to Yuuji and Nobara, and you and Megumi start walking out of the school, it’s getting hot now, you feel the sun warming your skin, it’s not something you went out in much anymore.

You were always a homebody but losing Toji made it worse.

“So… my dad.” You pause then, eyes wide as you look up at Megumi, seeing his green eyes that remind you too much of Toji. Your own eyes flutter shut for a moment with just how hard it is to look at him, especially when…

“Your dad?” Your voice squeaks. It squeaks.

“Yeah. He’s asked about you? Too many times for me not to…”

Shit.

“He asked about me?” You mumble, looking away as you two walk along the courtyards. Megumi sighs, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly then.

“Yeah, and I know you all are pretty close. I mean you knew him when I didn’t even, but it’s weird, yeah?” You’re unable to even look at him.

“What’d he ask?”

“Well, about how you’re doing. If you’re dating Yuuji again-”

“What!?”

“Yeah it was weird. I wasn’t gonna bring it up but he’s coming to visit… and he doesn’t ever. And now…”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” You both walk side by side awkwardly, and there is a little cafe. “Want a coffee?”

“Sure.” You both make your orders then take your seats, the grinding of the coffee beans smells so good when it hits. You sigh, sitting back in the little booth next to Megumi Fushiguro, you’re both feeling awkward.

“Um… how do I ask this-”

“Um… how do I say this-”

You both speak at the same time, as you run a finger across the rim of your coffee, humming a bit to yourself. Megumi is flushed, his cheeks red.

“Did you sleep with-”

“I kinda fucked your-”

You both stare at each other again.

“Shit. You did!?” Megumi’s eyes are wide as he stares at you, and you can do nothing but sigh, looking away.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Megumi. I know it’s weird.”

“Why are you sorry? I can’t believe him.” He slams a fist down, dark brows drawing together. You tense a bit at his tone, shaking your head, putting a hand on his and feeling him tense up.

“Megumi, it was mutual.”

“He’s old though.”

“He’s not that old.”

“Oh god!” He sighs, running a hand down his face. You are just looking nervously at the cup now, his fist eases under your grip but he’s still tense. “But it’s awful of him to do, I was hoping he had grown the fuck up some.”

“He has grown up a bit, I swear. He’s much more thoughtful. But yeah, it ended up horrible. My dad… well he beat the shit out of him.”

“Ah shit…” Megumi’s frowning, not looking at you really, he’s studying his own coffee cup. “This is weird.”

“So weird. He never… your dad never hit me up though. Not once, in these two months, so… maybe he asked because he feels bad for the situation?” You say, trying not to allow the hurt to permeate your voice.

“Nah, it’s more than that. Why would he ask if you’re dating? Why would he ask if you’re going to this party tonight with us?”

“What?”

“Yeah. I don’t know, was it just fun or-”

“Not just fun. For me.” Your voice does break then, as all the emotion hits, and Megumi sighs again, putting a hand on your shoulder, pulling you against him then. “Megumi I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be, it’s not anything to apologize over. You’re both adults. He’s really old though.” You giggle a bit, snuggling on his shoulder.

“He had you pretty young, you know, he’s like forty.”

“Old.” You both laugh a bit then. “I don’t know, you’ve been my friend forever, and I really don’t like it, but I don’t think he’s a bad person. Maybe he makes dumb decisions, but he means well. I still can’t see where he thought this was a good idea, especially with your dad.”

“Ugh, you’re telling me. Dad was so mad, Toji just let him beat him up, it was fucking brutal. I expected him to say anything, but he did as dad wished, and completely let me go.” You feel tears hit your eyes and Megumi looks down at you with a frown as he runs a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“You felt that much?”

“I said I loved him.” Megumi’s brows raise.

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, shit. No, he didn’t say it back. I probably seem young and stupid to him.” You swipe at your eyes, looking into Megumi’s gaze, way too much like his father’s, it literally kills you, makes you remember how much you miss that damn asshole.

“Dad is stupid, so no way.” You both laugh a bit then, but it’s weird, awkward, and yet you feel better telling him. “Why didn’t you let me know?”

“How could I start this? Oh hey Megumi, fucked your dad.” He grimaces, and you giggle a bit. “See! Hey Megumi, want a step mommy?”

“Oh god, yuck don’t say that!” You are laughing too much now, and Megumi’s phone goes off, you tense when you see the number.

“Hmm, let’s see how he actually feels, yeah? That’ll determine if he was serious or not.” Megumi has this little smirk that is devious as shit.

“And do what!?”

He doesn’t answer, he swipes up the phone then, putting it on the camera, just as you two are cuddling in a damn booth. You internally curse, glaring at him, as he waves to Toji. “What’s up, Dad?”

“Hey kid, what ya doing? I’ll be there in a couple hours to get checked in the hotel. Wanna grab dinner?” Megumi pulls the camera back, and shows you on the damn phone, and Toji sees you. His mouth parts on the screen, his eyes wide, and your heart thuds in your damn chest.

“You know her, of course, we’re having coffee. Wanna say hi? Say hi, babes.” He kisses your cheek, and you’re furiously blushing, as Toji is glaring at you both, his jaw set harshly.

“Hey, old man.” You say softly, and he glares even more so now, as Megumi’s nearly shaking with laughter.

“Hey, doll, ya been good?” Megumi whispers in your ear.

“Snuggle me.”

Oh god.

Toji was gonna kill you.

You snuggle up to Megumi, smiling a bit, and you can damn near hear his raging thoughts through the video chat. “I’m so good, Toji. We’re all hitting a party tonight.”

“Thought you didn’t party?” He says tersely, Megumi slides the view back to him and smiles a bit, his eyes lidded as he pretends.

“Dragging her along, you know. Getting her more into college things. Maybe she’ll come with us next spring break!”

Silence.

“So I’ll probably see ya tomorrow, dad. Is that cool with you?” Megumi asks, and Toji is oddly quiet, and you can’t stand to look at him. It hurts too damn much.

“Yeah, but if ya need a ride or something, let me know. Got the car.” Toji says then, and Megumi smirks, looking a lot like his dad just then. “I have a car dad.”

“Meant…” He trails off, then says your name.

“Oh, don’t worry I’ll make sure she gets back safe!”

Silence again.

“Kay, kid, see ya later then.”

“Bye dad.” Megumi hangs up, looking mischievous as heck, peeking at you with a glint in his eyes.

“Megumi Fushiguro! You’re way more devious than you seem!” He chuckles a bit, he’s usually so serious, it shocks you.

“See his face oh my god! He was so mad. No, he definitely has feelings.” You nervously bite your lip. “But, are you done? Because your dad and… because it’s really fucking weird? Or do you wanna be happy?”

“Happy?” Your voice is faint.

“You’ve been so sad for the past two months, it all makes sense now. Do you want to put yourself first or not?”

“You’re oddly okay with it.”

“It’s really gross. And weird.” He shivers, and you giggle a bit, resting your chin in your hand, elbow on the little table. “But you have always known what you wanted. I don’t think you’ve even dated anyone serious.”

“I haven’t. Too many romance novels ruined me. But gosh, Toji absolutely isn’t romance material.”

“He’s so not. But the next move is on him. If he’s a dick to you, I’ll fight him by the way, I think I could take him.”

“Ahh, I love you.” You kiss his cheek.

“Let’s selfie this.”

“No!”

“Send it to him.”

“Megumi!” He’s grinning, and you all start to just talk, you leave out anything explicit, ridiculous, and he listens. “But why didn’t he ever try?”

“Probably because he feels bad. As he should.”

“He follows my Insta so I know he can.”

“Hmm… post pics from the party! Bet he comments.”

“No way… you wanna piss your dad off don’t you?”

“Maybe.”

You think for a moment, then reach out to text Nobara. “Fine then, I’ll go looking so slutty, test the theory.” You’re smirking now, Megumi’s energy is rubbing off on you. There’s a petty little part of you that wants him to lose his mind over you, it’s not mature, no it’s immature but…

You’re going for it.

***

“Damn you look hot! Where’s this coming from!?” Yuuji exclaims as you and Nobara show up to the party, you are dressed how you never would dress, you’re in a red plaid skirt with pleats, and a lacy black bustier, that leaves little to the imagination. Along with Nobara doing your makeup and your hair, straightened and silky, you look really…

“Hot. So hot. It’ll be perfect.” Megumi says then, and you’re flushing under the praise of your friends.

“All this for Toji!? What about me!” Yuuji comes close and pouts, you just pat his head until he brightens up, light brown eyes trying to be respectful and failing. “Wouldn’t I make him jealous?”

“I’m so not making out with you.”

“But why!” He’s cute when he pouts you realize, you’re just giggling now. Nobara rolls her eyes.

“You’re such a simp, Yuuji.” Yuuji glares at her now.

“Me? No, I’m just-”

“A simp.” Megumi confirms.

“You all are mean to me. Listen, I already kissed you. I know how.” Yuuji winks, then leans over and kisses your cheek, running as you go to smack him. You realize then just how many people are coming in, as so many stare at you.

“Hey, gorgeous…” A blonde boy came to you, sauntering up with a wink. “Want a drink?”

“She’s my girlfriend.” Yuuji proclaims, earning your glare. “I’ll get you a drink.”

“Well, fine. But stop that!” You all go over to where there is a ridiculous amount of liquor and beer, as Yuuji is pouting at you. “What?”

“You love to break my heart. Cruel woman.” You roll your eyes, he’s so unserious.

“You don’t like me that way, stop that.”

“I do now!”

“Because I look hot?”

“Yeah- no! Uh uh.” You both shove at each other, as music starts blaring then, and you take a sip of a strong drink, wincing a bit at the bite. “But it’ll make your ‘daddy’ so jealous.”

You gasp, in shock as he’s grinning. “Nobara told you!”

“Nah, I was sneaking in on your convo. You two leave me out!” You sigh, taking out your phone and opening your app then. The thought of Toji following you, seeing you… it thrills you in some twisted way. You knew he probably looked, but you had not posted in months, you were too devastated lately.

“Mmkay fine. We will take a selfie. You can kiss my cheek.” Yuuji bounces around at that, making you laugh at his enthusiasm. He’s just wearing a cute black and red hoodie and jeans, his hair all spiked up, he looks like he did in high school, middle school even. He comes over to you and bends down, kissing your cheek as you angle the camera.

“Mwah!” He smacks more kisses and you wipe it off, scrunching your nose up at him, as he leans over your shoulder to look. “Oooh, that filter.”

“I was thinking about this one too! Perfect. Posted.” You laugh, almost maniacally, and then Yuuji is dragging you to dance with him. “Yuuji I suck at dancing though.”

“Nah you’ve always been good at it.” He spins you in a little pirouette before you two start moving to the beat, precariously balancing your drinks. “Finally, a smile.”

“I know, I’ve not been myself lately.” You get spun again, as the drinks start to hit, and you just have fun, dancing with your friend. His energy is infectious. Some guys try to dance with you, or hit on you, but Yuuji is like a little angry dog, snatching you back up to him each time. “Yuuji… you’re so sweet.”

“Ooh, you’re buzzed, you’re being nice! Of course I am. Nobara and Megumi over there, look!”

You see Megumi awkwardly sipping his drink as Nobara is dancing in a stupidly expensive outfit. You giggle and drag Yuuji over there by his hand, a little breathless from the dancing, from the insane energy of the room. It’s loud, and there’s a sea of moving bodies to navigate through, a cacophony of loud bass music and talking, yelling and laughter.

It’s not your scene but you admit a party doesn’t hurt. “Babe lemme take a vid of you doing a shot!” Nobara says, and you hesitate.

“Take a good angle!” She does just that, and you let out a ‘whoo!’ right after. Then she hands you back the phone and you see it.

Inbox.

“Shit is it him!?” You nervously open it up, and sure the fuck it was from Toji, you errantly notice he has an Instagram photo of him half naked. You click, and the man has one photo with more likes than any of yours put together, and you were pretty popular on there.

“Shit, your dad looks hot, ‘Gumi.” Nobara says, peeking and Megumi rolls his eyes with a disgusted sigh, you’re too thirsty to speak. You remember those muscles rolling as he’d worked over your body, as he’d snapped his hips, as he pushed inside of you.

“Need to… go pee.” You mumble, leaving them to try to find a bathroom to hide in, navigating your way through the undulating bodies, moving in sync with the rhythm of the music, but you’re opening that message, and…

Toji: Come outside. Now.

You’re pausing, smacking right into someone’s back and nearly falling then, glaring at the phone. What!?

You: No ‘hello, how have you been?’ No ‘I’m sorry I didn’t even say bye to you’ just a creepy come outside!? The fuck, Toji?

Toji: Outside.

You curse internally, your entire body is thrumming with excitement, but also you are terrified. Was he here to shut you down? Did he even have feelings? Why, not until now…

You stand outside, shivering a bit as the cool breeze hits your mostly bare skin, and you peek around at the night, unsure of what exactly you’re waiting for. What you’re looking for. You end up leaning back on the wall of the frat house, filling it with chills as you open back up the phone.

“Hey, doll.” You gasp then, and you see him, Toji Fushiguro. He’s right in front of you, in that damn leather jacket you remember him putting on your shoulders, those soft jeans that hug him in places you can’t even look at. No, it’ll wreck your resolve. And you can’t just melt for him, you need answers. You need…

“What are you doing here?” You ask cautiously, as he’s even closer, your boots are touching his, and you can smell him, smell his sweat, and it does something to your goddamn senses then, you’re wet from the scent of this man.

He makes you pathetic. He’s not even doing anything.

“What am I doing here, huh? What do you think.” You glare up at him now, smacking at his hand when he brushes it down your cheek.

“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t heard from you once. Not once. You wanna have fun while you’re here or something!?” Toji glares down at you now, bracing an arm over you, his hand resting on the wall. You feel so small and helpless, and fuck if you don’t get more turned on. Vivid images entrap your heated mind, of every position he’d had you in, of his-

Shit.

You cross your arms, drawing his attention to your breasts, and he licks that scar, before swiping it over a lower lip, but he doesn’t touch you, he just hovers. “You weren’t just some fun t’me, doll.”

“Yeah, okay. Sure, Toji, bet you’re just being a whole man whore again. And what do I care! I’m nothing to you.” You feel tears pouring down your eyes now, and you hate it, but the alcohol gives you even less resolve than you already have. Toji damn near growls, one hand cupping your face roughly.

“Look at me. Now.” You hesitantly peek up, it’s hard to see his eye color in the dark, they just look black. But you feel him, fuck you feel him, every damn bit, his energy, the heat of his body, his rough hand on your soft skin. “You think I’ve been fuckin around, huh?”

“We’re not together, so why wouldn’t you.” He sighs, shaking his head a bit, his dark hair falling over a brow then.

“Nah, doll, ya fuckin ruined me. I already told you. You’re the one clearly having… fun.” He chokes out the word like it’s disgusting. “And ya should, you’re young, that’s the right thing to do. But damned if I don’t wanna smack my own kid and his best friend for even being near you. Damned if I don’t wanna fuck you right here.”

His words kill you, you can barely stand it, you try to hold it in, this little whine that threatens the back of your throat, as he’s so strong, big, fucking hot right in front of you. How he looks at you, how he…

“You never said a word.” You whisper then, and you can’t stop the tears from falling. His lips go in a terse line then, as he bends down at the waist, face right at level with yours.

“What could I say? I wanted to do the right thing for once.”

“Letting me go was the right thing, huh?”

“It was, for you. Not for me.”

You suck in a breath, shutting your eyes, you can’t stand looking up at that handsome damn face. “Well, I’m happy, all moved on. So. Bye.”

You go to leave and he shoves you back by your waist, big hand taking it over, rough palm on bare skin, and you can’t hold back that whine then. Your head falls back, eyes still screwed shut. “Can’t even look at me when ya lie, can ya?”

“Fuck you Toji.”

“Fuck me, huh?” You nod, glaring back at him finally, and when your eyes lock, when he leans down, it’s over. He’s breathing in heavy pants, as he’s just a breath from you, you can damn near taste him. He’s cupping your face now, while his other still presses you back.

“Yeah… fuck you, Toji Fushiguro.” He’s got his forehead on yours, your noses are touching, your chest won’t stop heaving with your own breaths, mingling with his. “I hate you.”

“Yeah?” He’s pressing against you, hand slipping in your hair, yanking it back by the roots, shooting pain and pleasure right through your core, your thighs shift, and he groans softly.

“Yeah, hate you. Hate you. For leaving me, for making me feel things, for making me say stupid shit. Hate you so much.” You’re sobbing, sniffling and trying to hold it together, but you can’t, not when he’s this close.

“The only action I’ve gotten is jerking it to that video of you, that picture, the memory of the way you taste.” He speaks in hushed whispers, the breeze starting to whip around you both, lifting your little skirt, where you’re soaking your panties. “Believe me or don’t, but I haven’t touched anyone. How could I? Look at you.”

“Stop it, don’t. Don’t say it.” You shove at him and your hands touch his hard chest, you’re leaning up, you ache so badly to kiss him, to believe him.

“I wouldn’t care if ya did anything, I’d want you. I wouldn’t care if I had to wait for you. I wouldn’t care if I never had you. There’s no one.”

“You’re lying! You’re lying. You left.” You’re punching at him now, and he lets you, lets you hit him and hit him.

“Yeah I left, what was I supposed to do? You think I wanted to!? You think I wanted to leave?”

“Well you didn’t even try! Why now, why!?”

“Why… I meant to stay away. I really tried. But I’d get punched in the face every day if I can just taste you again.” His hushed, gruff words so vulnerable wreck you little resolve you have. “Turn me down, tell me I’m too old, tell me I ain’t shit. That you’re happy with that kid. Tell me.”

“No, no, no. No. Fuck you.” You’re shoving now then you smack him right in the face, glaring up through your watery tears. “Toji I hate you. You’ve ruined me.”

“You ruined me, doll. Fuckin wrecked me. I’d do anything to feel you again, to just drink your cum up.” Now he’s practically growling the words, and your head falls back against the wall, your eyes glazed over with want, reflected in his own. He’s got his big hands on your hips, tugging you to him. “Don’t even need to fuck, I just wanna fucking taste you again.”

“T-Toji…” You’re whimpering, clinging to him now, and he’s got a thigh right between yours, moaning, his eyes shutting.

“Fuck I can feel how hot you are.”

“Fuck you. Hate you.”

“I know, doll, I know.” Toji’s shoving that thigh up, pressing your hips down, and he’s sucking in a breath. “Awfully soaked for hating me, doll.”

“Hate you. Hate you. Mnh!” You’re grinding on him shamelessly, right outside a party, you don’t care you could fuck him right there. You could drop down and suck his cock, you could let him taste you, clean you after. You just want to kiss him. But… “What, one more time, Toji? Then you leave?”

“I don’t want to leave, I never wanna fucking leave. If I had it my way, I’d knock ya up and keep you in my goddamn house. You’d never even leave.”

“Psycho.”

“Bitch.”

You gasp. “Asshole!”

He scowls. “Brat.”

“Hate you!”

“Love you.” You open your mouth to retort, another insult, but his words through gritted teeth halt you.

“You don’t. You can’t. You couldn’t.” Your tears make it hard to see, and Toji’s thigh against you makes you eagerly grind, you’re pathetic, just humping him, and it’s better than anything you’ve felt in months since him.

“Doll, I’ve fuckin been in love. Stupid in love. Saying it just made it hurt more to leave you.” You’re shaking your head, no he can’t, he’s saying it… he doesn’t…

“Then what, ya leave again? Huh?” You’re clinging to him, your lips are so close, just a centimeter away. Your heart is pounding out of your chest, as all you can think about is him inside you.

“What do you want? I’ll do anything, fucking brat. Just tell me. How do I taste you again? How do I look at this pretty face while you cum?”

“Don’t say shit like that! You fuck me up.”

“You fuck me up existing. Ya know ya want it. I can feel you, dripping wet, bet you’re thinking about it.” He’s whispering in your ear now, as your hands entangle in his inky black locks, and his moan tickles your earlobe. “Admit it.”

“No I just hate you. I don’t want you.”

“No?” He pulls his leg back, making you whine, and he smirks then, your fingers itch to slap it off his face.

“I’m not a game.”

“You’re not a game, you’re just so beautiful it kills me. You’re just everything I see when I close my goddamn eyes. You’re the reason my dick is rubbed raw every night, because it’ll never feel like you.” You tremble in his hold, your hands clutching and pulling his hair hard, making him grunt in pain, as you whisper in his ear.

“I’ve played my clit so much, remembering you.” He’s moaning now, pulling you flush against his hard body, fuck it feels good, he feels good. “I’d cry out your name as I came, so wet my hands slip-”

He’s slammed his lips on yours then, and it ignites that insane desire, that need, as both of you devour each other, mouths molding, tongues shoving against each other, teeth bumping. You both can’t stop it, there’s no oxygen, just messy, desperate, sloppy kisses, as he picks you up, and you dangle off the floor, clinging to him, pressing against him.

“Need you. Fucking need to taste you. It’s all we’ll do if you want, please… doll just let me.” He’s so needy, his big hands taking over, as he speaks between kisses, as he’s pressing you against that wall, and you feel him, hard on you.

“You just wanna lick me, Toji? Don’t lie. Know you wanna fuck me.” He’s groaning, slamming his lips over yours again, biting at your lips. “Know you… mnh… wanna cum in me.”

“Jesus fucking…” He’s just carrying you then like you’re nothing, fuck you missed his strength, his scent, his kisses.

“One more time then. Then you’ll leave me. But y’know, I’ll take it.” You’re in a mix of desire, love and emotion, but he shakes his head, as you realize you’re now pressed against a hard metal car, him bending over you. He cups your face with his big fucking hands, squeezing then.

“I never wanted to fuckin leave. I wanted to do the right thing.”

“It wasn’t, Toji. It wasn’t.”

“Goddammit, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I ever-”

“Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t ever apologize. I wanted it, why can’t you see? Why can’t you-”

Toji’s lips cut you off again, and he’s somehow got you inside a car, you blink in confusion when he’s right on the other side. “You’re comin’ with me, doll. Now.”

“What!? Where?” You’re dazed, as he shifts gears and starts driving like a crazy person.

“Hotel. Imma make it all up to you.” He’s sliding a hand up your thigh as he drives, feeling you, and you buck your hips at it, crying out in pleasure, a wet spot growing on your lacy little thong. He moans, pressing up, you grip his strong wrist, spreading your thighs for more.

“What, gonna… f-fuck me and leave?”

“Nah, gonna fuck you so good ya just drop out.” Toji’s words are toxic, Toji is toxic actually, but something about it makes you wetter, and he feels it. “Ya like that idea, doll, don’t ya?”

“No, I don’t! It’s stupid!”

“What? It’s what I want. I’d keep you safe, I’d keep you cumming…” He slides his finger under your panties now, when he finds you, both of you moan, loud. “Wouldn’t have to work. Don't do shit. Just stay home and let me eat you.”

“You’re fucking insane, old man. Crazy- ah! Fuck! Toji…”

“The way ya say my goddamn name.” He’s shoving a finger in you as he drives like some demon, and you can’t handle it, you’re damn near close from that, throbbing around his finger. “Soaked, doll… can’t wait to feel that pulsing around my cock.”

“I’m not gonna be a - ah- Housewife, Toji you’re crazy, mnh! You’ll just dis- disappear, again.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” He’s fingerfucking you, knuckles deep in your eager little cunt, and you’re drenched, dripping down his leather seats, down his hand. That pressure in your tummy is so intense you can’t take it, you feel so overheated.  “I should have stayed gone.”

“No. No… no. Want you. Want you.” You’re mindlessly moaning now, writhing in the chair. “Want you s’bad, Toji.”

“Fuck… you’re so wet. You’re so fucking beautiful, see ya every time I blink. Fucking ruin me.”

“You ruin- ah - me! Mnh please, how far!?” You whisper out, and before you can blink he’s parked, and he’s opening your door. 

Toji’s hand is like a vice around your wrist, his eyes burning with passion as he drags you through the hotel lobby. The cool air hits your flushed skin, making you shiver. You’re still in that damn skimpy outfit, and you can’t even take it, you can’t take not ripping his clothes off here. You want to hold out, but you can’t.

The elevator ride is torture, his hands taking over the nip of your waist, sliding up the sides of your breasts, touching you everywhere as his lips take you over, as if he’s committing every inch of you to memory. You want to be mad at him, but it’s impossible  when his kisses make your knees weak, when his touch makes your pussy throb.

Finally, you’re in the room, you’re so lost in him you don’t even notice anything about it, and Toji has slammed the door shut, leaving you both alone, completely alone. No fear of someone coming in, or coming home, or seeing. Just you both alone, and you stare at each other for a few moments, Toji’s forest eyes lit up as they slink down that outfit.

“Mad you went looking so slutty.” You glare, reaching to smack at him again, but he grabs your wrist with a smirk, and smacks you instead. You can’t hide the moan that escapes from feeling it sting your cheek, then you’re dripping as he grabs your throat, hand encircling it completely. “You’ve gotten enough hits in, fuckin brat. Need to fuck this attitude out of you.”

“Fuck you, Toji. You can’t fuck an attitude- mnnh!” He’s got one hand on your throat, squeezing ever so softly, then his other hand is sliding down your breasts, which come alive under his touch, thumb brushing a nipple. You’re moaning, teeth biting your lower lip now.

“Wanna bet, doll? Let’s try it out and see. I’ve had enough of it.” Toji plants a surprisingly soft kiss on them. “Other uses for that mouth.”

Then Toji shoves you down on your knees, still choking you as he bends down, but you’re loving it, you can’t even lie to yourself, as you’re looking up at him, your eyes glazed over. You eagerly unzip his jeans, he lets your throat go as you do, until you have his cock sprung free, and he’s groaning, his hands shaky as they entwine in your hair.

Your eyes lock, and he’s pulling hard then, as your little hand enwraps just a part of his thick length, and you lap up the precum from his reddened tip. “First gonna fuck your throat so hard you can’t bitch at me.”

You glare, but when he’s shoving his cock deep in your mouth you can’t take it, you’re so wet your panties are sticky now, as he’s fucking into your throat, and you’re sucking through your nose to take him. You make pathetic whining noises, craving friction so bad, as your throat burns from the stretch of taking him. Your nose is right against his black pubic hair, he holds you down and groans, cock twitching inside of your throat.

“Oh my fucking… f-fuck you’re s’good doll.” He’s pulling back now, but you yank him back to you, covered in drool and precum, tears falling down your cheeks.

“More.” You simply say, he leans back a bit but you’re yanking him by his thighs, sucking so hard your cheeks hollow. He’s not moving anymore, he’s actively holding back, as you slide up and down him with your little hands.

“Doll, enough. I wanna-”

“Mmm-mmm.” You’re mumbling, you can feel him so close, you want that cum down your throat so bad, but he yanks you off him then, yanking the fuck out of your hair. “What, lemme-”

“Gonna make me cum, fuckin stop. Slutty brat.” You just grin, licking his salty precum off your lower lip.

“Then cum.” He’s glaring down at you, then he’s yanking you up by your hair, making you impossibly more ready.

“You’re thinking you tell me what to do. Nuh-uh, doll. I see school really ain’t teaching you brats shit.” He’s pushing you onto the bed then, yanking up your skirt and easing your panties down, your legs are shaking as his hand runs down them. You think you see him put those panties in his jeans. “This school girl skirt too? Tryna fucking kill me.”

“Old pervert. Ow!” Toji smacks the fuck out of your ass, the air stings it, as he’s bunched your skirt up.

“Back in my day- since I’m so fuckin old to you- you got your ass beat for talking back.” He smacks you again, hard. “Aww, what’s wrong doll?”

“Hurts, dick! Mmm!” He’s sliding a finger in your tight little cunt then, and you’re clinging to those thin hotel blankets, as he shoves your head down into the bed, finger fucking you so good you’re pathetic.

“Seems ya like it, huh doll?” He smacks you across your thighs now, right over your cunt, and you can’t even function, you’re damn near drooling at how good that pain feels. He yanks your head back up. “Asked ya a question, brat. Answer.”

“You’re a… fuck you, Toji.” He smacks you hard again, and you scream out in pain, as he’s holding your head up with that painful pull. “Ow shit!”

“Answer.”

“F-fine. I like it, okay!?” He lets your hair go now, then he’s unzipping your skirt, flipping you around to face him now, his fingers run up and down the satin strips of your bustier, leaving goosebumps on your shoulders.

“Take it off, doll. Show me what’s mine.” You lean back, feeling his eyes drink you in. You reach back to unhook it, pulling it over your head now, your breasts bouncing slightly as they’re released. Toji groans, his eyes darkening as his big hands squish your breasts. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever fuckin seen.”

“Miss them?” You murmur, your hands shoving his top up now, revealing the hard planes of his perfect abdomen, his little trail of hair under his belly button, watching goosebumps rise on his skin.

“What a dumb fuckin question, I stare at these in that picture and cum to them.” He’s yanking off his shirt, then you’re pulling him to you, as his cock is fully released when he takes off those pants. “Doll…”

“Fuck them then.” He blinks a bit, and you hold them together, blinking your lashes up at him. “What, haven’t done it?”

He laughs then, head falling back for a moment. “I’m having a wet dream, aint I? Can’t be real.”

“You scared to titty fuck, Toji? You don’t know when you can again. You’re gonna disappear- ah!” He’s gripping your chin tightly, and you’re melting at his power, you relish in making him so fucking mad, those veins popping out the side of his neck, as he makes you feel so small.

“Open up.” You do as he orders, then he’s spitting right in your mouth, making you glare as your tongue is hanging out, then he’s shoving your mouth closed, thumb pressing against your pulse point. “Yes I’ve fucked titties, damned brat. No, I’ve never fucked titties like these. Now, ask me nicely, like a good little girl.”

You gulp it down, gripping his wrist now, and he eases his grip off. “Please fuck my titties, Daddy.” Toji loses it, as he always does at that, and you can’t hide the satisfied smirk at watching those rugged cheeks blush, as he holds your tits together, squishing them, and his cock is between them. “Mmm, lemme…”

You spit down his tip, swirling it around, and he’s damn near whimpering, as now his cock is slippery between your tits, and he’s fucking them, up and down steadily. Your thighs are rubbing together as you grind shamelessly on the bed now, watching his every expression, your own hand sliding between your thighs finally. He scowls, yanking your wrist up.

“Didn’t say you could touch yourself, did I?” You grin, and he’s scowling even deeper, thin black brows lowering over his eyes.

“I’m so wet though.” You pout, and he pulls back then, leaving you for a moment, and you blink as he comes back with rope. “What, you plan on kidnapping me!?”

“Damn right.” Your laughter dies when he’s tied your wrists in a wickedly tight knot, making you wince. “Would love to keep you tied up and breed your lil cunt till you’re broken.”

“Toji, fucking stop that shit!” Toji is making you lose feminism, and you really don’t like that but…

“Don’t like that idea? Being my lil fuck doll? Not a thought in that pretty head?” He’s leaning down now, kissing your forehead, but it’s not sweet somehow, it’s fucking lewd. You’re trembling, breathless, and you can’t respond, not when he’s shoving you down on your back, pushing your tied wrists up, his lips kissing around one areola, before sucking a peak into his hot mouth.

Your nipples perk right up into his mouth’s hot embrace, you feel his scar against your breast, you ache to grip his hair, moaning as you feel the weight of him on you, back arching for more. His other hand squishes your breast tightly, as his teeth nip down on a peak, the pain shooting down your tummy, you feel helpless and you crave it, crave more.

“Toji…” You whine out, and he smacks your titty then, you suck in a breath. “Daddy!”

“Good girl.” He kisses your breasts as a reward, dark green eyes peeking up at you, your hand itches to brush that hair off his forehead now as it falls. He’s got stubble that’s brushing against your delicate skin, reddening it as he keeps sucking, kissing, tongue lavishing every bit. “Only I can touch you.”

“Till you leave?” He sighs, kissing up your neck, biting so hard you black out for a moment, cupping your face.

“Missed you so much, doll, y’know that?” He murmurs, his breath hot against your lips, your breaths come quicker, breasts that are covered in his saliva and decorated with red spots heaving against his hard chest. “I couldn’t think of anything but you.”

“Don’t say that!” You wriggle under him, until he shoves you down in the bed. “I can’t believe that. It’ll hurt more when you go. Just fuck me, fuck me so good I forget that you’ll leave.”

“I’ll never let ya go, doll. I don’t know how the fuck this will go, I am sure I’ll get killed by your goddamn dad, but I wanna try. I can’t stand it without you. Without that gorgeous face scowling at me.” You laugh through your tears, and you see the emotion in his own gaze, the stern set of his jaw.

“I missed you so much it hurt. It hurts so much without you, you have no idea.” You whisper, as he kisses down your throat, making you gasp, fingers clenching and unclenching, going numb from the tie. “You’re all I think about, all I want, all I dream about. I hate you for it.”

Toji groans, his teeth grazing your neck, making you whine, then he grabs you again, kissing you so hard you can feel your teeth clicking, his hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumbing your hard nipple. You moan into his mouth, and he pulls back, looking right into your goddamn soul.

“You’re mine, doll. You always were. And now, I’m gonna show you just how much I need you, how much I want you. How much I fucking love you.” You cry out when his hands are on your thighs, pushing them apart, his fingers digging into the muscles.

“Toji, fuck you for saying that. Fuck you.” He’s kissing down the valley of your breasts, which rise and fall with each breath, as he slides his finger between your soppy wet lips, which drool down them.

“You hate me, doll, yeah?” You just nod, and he’s kissing further down, picking up your body like nothing, shoving you up the bed. “Tell me how much, doll.”

“Hate you more than anything. Ah!” He’s swiping his tongue along your slit, teasing your clit, making you squirm and buck your hips. “Toji!”

“Mmm, why do you hate me? Tell me, doll.” He’s spreading you wide open, tongue sliding in and out of you, his teeth grazing your clit, making you whine. You can feel yourself getting closer, closer, so goddamn quick as you feel him. You’re damn near screaming as you press into the firm bed, and he’s groaning against you.

“H-hate you for m-making me love you. Stupid Toji. Fuck-fuck you.” He’s gripping you bruisingly now, rutting his cock against the mattress for some friction, he’s aching to slide into your cunt so bad he can’t even take it.

You should hate him, of course you should, but fuck you taste so good, your arousal dripping down his tongue like honey, as he’s sliding his tongue to the underside of your little clit. You scream out, shoving your hips up to fuck his face, and oh he missed this, he missed you. Toji missed you cumming all over him, soaking his entire face.

Toji misses being near you, he misses your cries, he misses the feel of your skin, so soft against his rough fingers. He looks up at you, those lush breasts bouncing as you jerk up again, then to your pretty, perfect little face. You’re looking down at him, your brows drawn together, your eyes drunk with pleasure, as he slides a finger in your syrupy wetness, you’re so goddamn tight it makes him leak more precum.

“Why else, doll?” He cooes, he knows you love him, he knows you’re full of it, that you’re hurt. You should be hurt.

Your mouth opens as he hits that little spongy spot, the one that makes you senseless for him, and you just scream out, fuck your sounds, your body, your taste… it’s got him close to cumming now, right on the blankets. He needs you to cum for him though, so many times you’re stupid, until you give him that well fucked look he craves so goddamn much.

“Let me touch you, fuck, please.” You beg out, your little hands struggling to get out of the knot he’d put them in.

“Cum first. Now, like a good girl.” Those words wreck you, he watches it, as he dives back down, finding your little clit and sucking it into his mouth now, latching on like he’s starved. He is starving for you. The amount of nights he’d just jerked it remembering your taste was pathetic, you make him pathetic.

You’re pathetic for him, Toji makes you pathetic.

He’s sucked your clit in his hot mouth, and you’re falling apart as he uses his finger and his mouth at the same time, humming on your clit. It all shatters, you can’t function, can barely fucking breathe as it starts to overtake you, as his eyes hit you, and you’re cumming, so hard, wetness pouring all over him, and he drinks it up.

“Toji! Oh my- fuck!” You scream out his name as your orgasm hits, your body convulsing with pleasure, your pussy clenching around his finger, and his tongue lapping up every drop of your cum, making you shiver and gasp for breath. And as he looks up at you, leaning up, you realize you can’t even pretend to hate him, no you’re fucking hopeless for him.

“Good girl. Still hate me?” He murmurs, untying your wrists with one deft movement, hovering over you with his strong arms. You’re still trembling from the intensity, shaking your head.

“I never did. I fucking love you, stupid old man.” You yank him by his hair, slamming his lips down on your own, and he’s on top of you fully now, heavy weight pressing on your breasts, sharp pelvis against your soft tummy. You’re whining against him, eagerly wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Old man, huh?” He slides his hand back around your throat now, squeezing and putting that perfect pressure, making you fuzzy and light headed as he’s sliding his tip up and down your slit, hitting your oversensitive clit now. Your nails dig into his shoulders, eagerly kissing him over and over. “I love you, stupid fucking brat.”

“Stupid, fuck you… ah!” He’s shoved his length in you then, and the stretch burns after so long, fuck you were barely getting used to him then. He’s sliding out then back inside, even deeper, and you’re convulsing as he squeezes.

“Stupid. Brat. For loving me.” Your heart shatters as he’s fucking into you now, as sweat drips from his chest down yours, and you’re losing focus, walls fluttering around his thick length. “Fuck you feel s’good, doll. Missed this.”

“M-Missed you in me.” Toji groans at that, and you’re shattering around him, cumming so hard you can’t breathe, can’t think. He’s pushing in, right against your cervix, so deep you can’t take it, black glitter filling your vision until he lets you go, kissing you as he’s pumping in and out.

You can’t get a breath, you’re consumed by him, by his big hands all over your body, by his muscles working over you, his scent, everything. His cock pumping and stretching your little hole out so good, it’s so painful but perfect, and you’re drowning in him.

You can’t think of how this won’t work, you can’t think of anything except how goddamn perfect this feels, of losing yourself in him.

“Feel so fuckin perfect, doll. Fuck.” Toji is leaned down now, and the bedsprings creak under the weight as he’s fucking into you harder and harder, pushing your legs up higher, and your head sinks in the bed under you, leading him to plant sloppy kisses along your throat.

“Mnh, Toji…” He bites your throat hard now, making you shiver with the pain, then he leans up, strings of saliva down his lips.

“Ya know what to call me, doll. Say it.” You struggle to form words when he shoves in too deep.

“Daddy!” He’s entwined his hands with yours, and it’s too intimate, it’s all too much, as you’re close to cumming again. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, sinking even more into your now sloppy cunt.

“Hear how wet you are for your Daddy, huh doll?” You nod weakly, as the sounds of your squelching wetness mix with the smacking of skin, as his hips snap relentlessly pounding his cock inside of you, shoving any thought out of your goddamn head. “No words? Stupid for me huh.”

“F-fuck… fuck! You… Mmm…” He yanks out of you then, you whine out at the loss as the cool air shocks your overheated cunt, then he flips you around, grabbing you by your hips and shoving his cock back inside you, even deeper. His curved tip is dragging along your walls, hitting your spot, and you cum again, head arching back as you scream out.

“Stupid… doll… f’me. Say it.” He grunts out, and you shake your head, earning a smack that echoes in the room, but it just makes you wetter, makes you lose it more.

“You’re s-stupid, f-fuck! Ow, shit shit!” You’ve earned another smack, your thighs are just shaking, you can’t even stabilize yourself, as your eyes roll back with his stupidly hard thrusts.

“Haven’t fucked ya good enough then, can still run that mouth.” He huffs, then he’s shoving your head back down in the bed, holding it down as he rails your cunt, but she’s slick and eager, sucking him in. He’s leaning forward, hitting your cervix at a bruising damn pace, and you can’t even function, you’re feeling too much at once, and all you can do is scream into the damn blanket.

Toji is relentless, fuck he has stamina, and you are about to tap out, as you can barely breathe with his big hand on you. He is pumping so damn hard you’re sore, but you’re cumming again, and now it hurts the intensity of it. You can’t form a thought in your stupid brain, he’s right, you’re stupid now. Just drooling on the bed as he fucks you through your orgasm.

He leans back, yanking you up, making your back arch into a curve, and his fingertips slide down your spine, before he grabs your hips, digging his thumbs into the dimples in your back, pressing deeper as he slows his movements. “Stupid little doll, my little doll.”

“Mnh…” Is all you manage, you hear him chuckle as he pulls you to your knees, letting you rest your back on him for a moment, cupping your face.

“Can’t talk, huh… Sweet little girl. Drooling all over.” He swipes the drool off your face, and you just stare into his blown out eyes with your own, cock drunk off him. All you do is nod, and he moans, slamming his lips on yours, but yours are slack, until you cry out as he rolls his hips under you. “No words baby?”

“Mmm.” You can’t speak, you can barely focus on anything, he’s bucking his hips up into you now, your head falls back, silky hair cascading down his skin, and then he’s reaching around, rubbing your clit. “Ah!”

“Cum all over Daddy’s cock again, baby. You can do it.” You whimper, shaking your head, tears falling from your eyes. But he’s urging you on, humming against your ear as he licks it with his hot tongue.

“T’much… can’t… ah- I… ngh…” You’re reduced to stupid mutters, there’s nothing, not even a damn room, it’s just Toji overtaking you, running circles on your clit as he kisses down the side of your neck. You grind weakly and helplessly on him, soaking his thighs, soaking everything.

“I know, baby, I know. You can do it f’me, f’Daddy yeah?” You manage a helpless nod, as he flicks your clit side to side with two fingers, and you’re convulsing in his hold. “There it is, let it go.”

You cum so hard this time it leaves you a twitching mess, as you gasp for breath, tears streaming black mascara on your once made up cheeks, now streaky. Toji groans now, arms wrapping your waist, and he’s paused his strokes, he’s gripping your body so tight you can’t breathe, you just fall limply against him, head back on his neck, and he’s moaning in your ear.

“Good girl.” You shiver at it, as his hands trail up your body, grabbing your breasts and you whine pathetically. “Where ya want this cum, doll? I know you’re… I know you… Fuck you feel…”

“In me. Put a baby in me. Please.” Toji groans, now, taking your chin between his fingers, and your eyes lock as you feel him throb inside you.

“Wanna make you pregnant. Fill you up s’good.” He groans as he bites out the words, his other hand pressing your tummy, you weakly nod.

“Fill me… ngh- Daddy, please fill me.” He whines out now, slamming his lips on yours, and he’s pushing up all the way, your cunt is drooling all along his cock, and you’re whimpering in pleasure when you feel him pulsing, when you feel his cum shooting inside you.

“Oh my fucking- doll fuckin love you.” His words end you, along with the endless streams of hot cum coating your walls, bringing you to a final climax that hits your oversensitive body too hard.

“Love you… hate you… fuck you… need you…” You’re mumbling as he presses up, pushing his cum so deep inside. Toji kisses you again, sighing his pleasure, as you’re both oversensitive messes, as his cum is getting pushed out and sucked in by the muscles of your sloppy cunt, throbbing around him in aftershocks.

He finally sighs, you’re just leaning on him, limp and listless, he’s holding onto you, kissing every inch he can reach, hands caressing your skin everywhere, until he buries his head in the crook of your neck, squeezing you so tight. You relish in it, in the afterglow, in the feel of him.

“Fuck I missed you. Ruined me. Evil lil bitch.” He bites you again, and you hiss at it, but you tilt your head for more, as he squeezes you even harder.

“Fucking ruined me, Toji Fushiguro. Fuck you.”

“You did. Well, I fucked you. Fucked you stupid, ha.” He bites again, with his sharp ass teeth where he’d already bit, and you feel the hot sticky saliva, as you’re still connected, and your cunt is dripping out his cum.

“What now, gonna run? Huh?” Your anger is just your fear, but you can’t stop it, can’t stop your heart from thudding out of your chest, from your tummy sucking in at the feeling of his touch.

You love him. You’re so in love it’s stupid.

You’re terrified of it.

“What now? Gonna push that cum you’re wasting back in, so I can make sure you’re knocked the fuck up.” He pulls out of you and flips you on your back then, and you see it, his insane big grin, the one that stretches that scar, and his eyes have gone fucking insane.

Oh shit.

Chapter 9

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57496135/chapters/146283262