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Greet Yuiishi Liranzo! Prefect of the prestigious (rundown) Ramshackle dorm đź
Basic Personal Info!
Full Name: Yuiishi Esther Liranzo.
Pronouns: He/She/They.
Height: 170 cm or 5â6 feet.
Birthday: June 27th.
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous.
Ethnicity: Hispanic.
Age: 18.
Homeland: Dominican Republic.
Family: Unnamed Mother, Unnamed Stepfather, Unnamed Younger sister (6 y/o), Unnamed older brother (28 y/o), four other unnamed siblings from biological father, three other unnamed step siblings from stepfather.
Voice Claim: Langa Hasegawa (from SK8 The Infinity)
Basic School related info and preferences!
Class/Grade: 1-A/Freshman.
Dorm: Ramshackle (DUH)
Club: Volleyball (yes, fanclub)
Best Subject: Physical Education.
Pet peeves: When people talk over him, getting interrupted, humidity ruining his hair, people insisting he needs therapy.
Hobbies: Daydreaming, drawing, listening to music, hanging out with friends, playing volleyball, gaming.
Likes: Being outside, summer, friends, sweets and pastries, looking pretty, shopping, money, chatting, staring at people.
Dislikes: Rude people, people who canât take a hint, obnoxious people, alcohol, bullies, his mom, his brother, doing dishes, responsibilities, growing up, needing glasses.
Favorite food: Cheezcak đ¤¤
Least favorite food: Spinach đ¤Ž
Appearance:
Yuiishi is an average height person standing at 5â6, most of his height being in his legs rather than his torso, making him look short when sitting. He has tanned skin and a few small scars across his arms and legs. He has a beauty mark next to his lip, left side of his face, and two beauty marks next to each other beneath his right eye. He has several piercings on both ears, one on his right eyebrow, and one on his belly button.
He has shoulder length curly hair, which he prefers keeping curly but will sometimes straighten it when he doesnât feel like struggling to style it. His hair is a dark golden brown that fades into dark auburn and then light auburn at the very tips. His hair easily tangles and if not styled daily will look like a Afro.
He has icy blue eyes that will literally pierce your soul, sometimes on purpose and sometimes not. He tends to space out and scare people by unknowingly staring at them really hard. He also has very small pupils so heâs straight up scary sometimes.
He has a sleeper build, meaning he looks a lot less muscly than he actually is. He has a lean stomach muscles and if he flexes his arms you can very clearly see his muscles. Heâs also very flexible and athletic, which explains his build. He also has a Medusa tattoo on his lower back (which he got without his parents permission)
Personality!
This guy is kind of complicated. He is a huge extrovert but has a very prominent resting bitch face, so people assume heâs just not interested in conversation. And, maybe he isnât. Highly depends on his mood, which is never clear because, again, resting bitch face.
Heâs an anxious extrovert, which means you often have to approach him first to actually get him talking. Once youâve approached, heâs all chatter. But that doesnât mean heâs very open about himself. For him to trust you for real? It takes at least two years minimum. Heâs very distrustful but also very lonely, so he doesnât want to be alone just because he canât trust people.
heâs perspective and a great empath, great with words even if he doesnât know the experience first hand. A very reliable guy when you need someone to talk to about your worries! Easy to get along with and very unlikely to get mad at someone, unless you cross his boundaries, which arenât clear even to him.
Heâs hard to intimidate but also very easy to startle. He tends to flinch at the slightest of movements and feels like heâs constantly being watched at all times, which is why youâll usually find him anxiously looking around as if heâs on guard.
He tends to disassociate easily and has a hard time coming back into focus. Usually will stop breathing if he disassociates for too long, which has caused him to come too close to death too many times.
Heâs an argumentative fella and will defend his point to the end. Is also very defensive of his friends and tends to be an enabler because of that, but that doesnât mean he lets himself be manipulated. He knows how to pick his friends and will pick them wisely.
Fun facts!
â˘Yuiishi is polyamorous! But single đ
â˘They like painting their nails, but donât often wear makeup.
â˘They have ADHD.
â˘Yuiishi tends to hear and see things that others canât, which makes it hard for them to tell whatâs real and whatâs not.
â˘They show schizophrenic behaviors but are not diagnosed.
â˘Very physically affectionate with almost everyone. Will often give kisses and be very touchy.
â˘Doesnât understand the concept of personal space.
â˘They will never breach someoneâs boundaries. If they do, theyâll apologize profusely and probably beat themselves up about it.
â˘Hates wearing glasses. Thinks they make him look ugly.
â˘Doesnât think clothes should be gendered.
â˘Very insecure about the color of his knees and body hair.
â˘Doesnât have dreams, like at all. If they do dream, they turn into nightmares about his mom.
â˘Doesnât eat much in order to watch their body figure.
And thus⌠the Yuusona was bornâźď¸
Tag list: @thehollowwriter @elenauaurs @tixdixl @distant-velleity @cyanide-latte @lumdays (ask to be added or removed from tag list)
#RAAAAAAHHHHHH THE ONE AND ONLY IS FINISHED#gosh i love them#my Yuusona is NOT me!!#They are a character of their own with similar traits to myself#BUT THEY ARE NOT A SELF INSERT#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst oc#twst ocs#yuusona#twst yuu#yuu twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland yuu#yuu twst#Yuiishi Liranzo#ramshackle#ramshackle oc
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Robot characters who are given names like SL-308-62 but instead of their human friend going Well let's call you Sally for short, they instead ask the other if they Like their current name.
"Do you like your serial number?" they ask. "Yes, quite. It reminds me of who I am" the robot replies. "I have heard others like me go by different names after some time, and maybe one day I'll choose one for myself, too. But right now that is my full name, yes" they continue.
Because it's not your decision to make whether or not the robot will receive a new name. It should be theirs only. What's the difference? One is more complex and the other is simplified. They were both given by strangers instead of themselves.
"62 will do," they conclude. "It's my model number - there will be no other 62 after me."
#silly example#just thinking about seven threes full serial number. i appreciate that its current given name stems from it#not in a dehumanizing way. not to me. thats who it is.#đĄ incoming transmission đĄ#self insert#selfshipping#selfship#self ship#robot f/o#robots
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the duality between six shooter and lil stanley still makes me lose it
even stan's drawings of himself being badass are adorable which contrasts with ford's dramatic as hell ones
#their comic book self insert ocs....#gravity falls#stan pines#stanley pines#ford pines#stanford pines#the name six shooter sounding like its cowboy inspired#but they went 'screw it! regular superhero it is!!'#stan twins
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"Self insert characters are cringe"
Bro I'm trying to survive capitalism with maladaptive daydreaming. Leave me alone.
#self insert#maladaptive daydreaming#no shame#cringe safe zone#im trying to exist in a hellscape okay#mom said its my turn to pick the coping mechanism
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The Doctor!
#casting ncuti gatwa as the doctor gotta be one of the greatest casting decisions ever#can't wait to deeply fall in love with him#also yes I did add my cat to yet another doctor who fanart#minka deserves to be the doctor's companion#I think we can all agree on that#this is a different kind of self insert#doctor who#15th doctor#doctor who fanart#15th doctor fanart#doctor who christmas special#ncuti gatwa#my art
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âthe fuck are you doing, woman? you keep wakinâ me up,â sukuna woke up to your tossing and turning in bed. youâd been rolling around for the past hour now, not finding much comfort in the small breeze coming from the window. it was so god damn hot you felt like you were on fire.
the irritation in your boyfriends voice was clear, you almost felt bad for keeping him up, even if it wasnât intentional. ââm in pain ryo. i told you i started my period yesterday, my cramps are jusâ now showing up.â
your body was sprawled across the edge of the bed, a shaking mess. you couldnât stop moving or the pain in your lower stomach would get even worse. you learned that over the many years of being cursed by this cycle all woman had to go through.
âtch,â he took one look at your shaking body through the darkness. the demon would never admit it, but he actually felt bad. he knew about women and how they usually endure this torture every month, but yours had never been this badâ from what heâs seen at least.
âyâthink youâd feel better if i..â sukuna trailed off while staring at the pitch black ceiling. âcuddled you? i think thatâs what they call it,â his hand played with the hem of your shirt. even though it was dark, he could still feel the gaze of your addicting eyes.
âyou donât have to ryo! i know thatâs not your type of-âsukuna cut you off so quick, almost as if he already knew what you were going to say, and he didnât want to hear it.
within a blink of an eye he gripped at your waist and pulled you closer to him, hands wrapped around you so tight that there was no room for escape. âshut up brat, nâ just let me do this for you.â
you gasped at the quick change in position, still shocked by how fast he moved. sukunaâs body heat was enough to put you at ease and before you knew it, the shaking had finally stopped.
it was probably because of the rather large hand rubbing at the skin of your lower stomach, or the soft hint of cologne engulfing your senses. you didnât know what it was, but sukuna fixed your problem in an instant. the cramps were still there, coming and going here and there but they werenât as painful anymore.
maybe now he could finally get some damn sleep.
Šrissouu 2024 :D
#maloraâs works!#this screams a mac demarco song#sukuna x reader#soft!sukuna#sukuna ryomen x reader#sukuna ryomen fluff#jjk fluff#jjk drabble#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen ryomen sukuna#ryomen sukuna x y/n#sukuna x you fluff#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#ryomen sukuna one shot#jjk fanfic#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#sukuna x self insert#jjk x self insert#jujutsu kaisen smut#sukuna smut
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alex hirsch was really just so pissed that no one saw his epic old man yaoi that he went and wrote a whole new book and made a whole website specifically to show meticulous evidence that this weird old man fucked a triangle.
he really said what were ford and bill really doing in that pocket dimension they shared, hm? did you ever think of that? oh - you think it was just chess? hm. interesting. i dont.
the ultimate rare pair shipper. i have never seen a creator do this before. absolutely fascinating at every angle.
#and he was so fucking real for that#if i created the best old man yaoi ever and people shipped fucking BILLDIP instead??????#i would devote years of my life to remedying that as fast as possible#yall dont even understand i would be irate#imagine someone shipping ur 12yo self insert with ur uncle's weird ex from another dimension#toxic yaoi fr fr#gravity falls#billford#bill cipher#ford pines#dipper pines#alex hirsch#after the owl house cancellation too ik disneys begging him for a s3#and hes holding it over their heads while curating a gravity falls mania that hasnt been seen since the tumblr dark days#my posts#text post
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bambi
in which spencer reid and fem!reader fuck like they missed each other (because they always do) and he teases her for her shaky legs
18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom spencer, piv sex (riding, a first for nereidprinc3ss) /oral f receiving (in that order) mentions of him accidentally grabbing her hips too hard, slight somno SORT OF like he starts going down on her while sheâs sleepy and then she kind of goes in and out but its all consensual, sorry haters i fucking love sleepy sex and I always will, teasing, lots of praise, fluffy, established relationship, he loves her badddd, aftercare, literally nothing bad happens no angst for once they just are having sex cause they are in love which is arguably the most superior kind of sex! a/n: I donât think Iâve ever written smut that is so wham bam thank you maâam like really we just get RIGHT into it!! also no gif no pics we r going old nereidprinc3ss on this one I hope you loveeee!!!
You roll over onto Spencer and kiss once, long and deep and sweet. He hums into it, too whipped to pretend like heâs got self control or respect, hands finding the soft skin of your bare waist and settling there.Â
How it got to this point so quickly, no more than fifteen minutes after he walked through the door, you canât say. Usually the two of you are a bit more domestic when he gets home from a case, but eight days is a long time to be apart, and the trail of clothing leading from the welcome mat to the foot of the bed attests to that.Â
So does the lack of teasing, of beggingâat least, a lack up until this point. Right now, thereâs only him, patient and content to let you play at being in charge. You pull back and reach down to grab him gently, aligning him at your entrance with a trembling hand. This part, youâre not usually responsible for.Â
He assures you with a hand to the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles. âYou got it. Slowly.â
You do as he says, brow furrowing in focus as you sink down an inch or two onto him. Spencerâs breathing grows erratic as you take more and more of him, and in a heroic display of overachieving, you take the rest of him at once with nothing but a squeak. He laughs breathily as his fingers dig into your hips.Â
âFuckâI said slow.â
You canât think. The overwhelm of it all is too much as you crumple forward onto his chest. The subtle rocking youâre doing to try and alleviate some of the pressure in your core is apparently too much as he stops you by the hips, fingers pressing into those same tender spots.
Spencerâs breath is ragged. âDonâtâŚÂ do not move.â
âFuck,â you breathe into his shoulder, long and drawn out as despite his wishes you wriggle around, trying to get comfortable. âOh my god.â
âMy lovely girl, please⌠please donât move,â Spencer gasps, a plead, and you try to stop for him, nuzzling even deeper against his neck. âI need a minute.â
âItâs too much,â you slur, dizzy as you try to adjust to the feeling. âPlease.â You donât know what youâre asking for. Maybe relief from the sensation that he canât offer you. Maybe more.Â
Spencer is undone by youâthe way you writhe on top of him, the way your voice shakes, the way youâre so totally and completely overwhelmed and he can feel it and he loves it.Â
âBaby,â he breathes, and he meant to say a lot more than that, but itâs the best he can manage when he is this overstimulated. âBaby,â he whispers again, wrapping his arms around you in an effort to ground you, to give you something else to focus on as you both get used to the feeling.Â
Itâs going wellâfor a moment, before your back is arching.Â
âSpence, I need to move, I canâtââ
âOkay, okay.â He takes a deep breath, returning his hands to your waist and mentally preparing himself not to cum early. Heâs desperate to give you want you want, to feel you like this. âGo ahead. Move, honey. Please.â
By the time you slowly lift your hips up and drop back down with a low cry, Spencerâs lost. His head falls back against the pillow and his eyes squeeze shut.Â
âFuck,â he groans. âOh, angel, I missed you.â
You do it again, motivated by his praise, and he can hear your little gasps and desperate gulps of air.Â
âI missed you so much,â you whine and clench around him, pleasure so intense itâs a resounding ache in the far reaches of your body. âOh, fuck, Spencer.â
Spencer shivers. He loves when you make it personal, when you say his name like that and it becomes clear this isnât just about the physical.
âMy girl. Just like that. Doing so well, baby, just like that.â
Each pass of your hips has you whining. Your lips skim over his neck, not cognizant enough to actually kissâonly to know that you want the contact.Â
âPlease can I go faster?â
Spencer almost doesnât realize youâre speaking to him heâs so lost in pleasure. The idea of faster is as compelling as it is troublesome. Spencer doesnât know if he canât take faster, not when he has you like this, but he certainly wants to find out.Â
âYeah, lovely. Do whatever feels good.â
You readjust and begin to pick up the pace, stumbling over a few false starts as itâs clearly more sensation than youâd been prepared for.Â
Spencer, on the other hand, has his eyes screwed shut tight, and is attempting to draw a two-dimensional CsĂĄszĂĄr polyhedron on your back, but he loses his place with every twitch of your hips, so eventually he decides to trace imperfect Mandelbrots down your spineâanything to avoid thinking about how the pH of your body interacts with sweet vanilla perfume to create a scent so deeply intoxicating heâd leave his entire life behind just to trail after it, or how you fucking feel against him, on top of him, around him, how miraculous it is that you keep letting him touch youâ
âOhââ you whine quietly, a strangled sort of noise that has his heart skipping. Your hand tangles desperately in his hair as you rock your hips faster and faster and he lets out a tortured groan. âSpencer, oh my fucking god.â
âI know, baby,â he manages, endeared by the fact that you feel so good you have to share it with him. Even now youâre trying to explain it because you want him to be part of itâas if he doesnât know exactly what youâre feeling already. âThat feels good, huh?â
âMmâfâeelsââ you cut yourself off with a cry into the crook of his neck, and he holds the back of your head, vision greying as he stares unseeing at the ceiling because if he looks down thisâll be over too soon.Â
âYouâre so good,â he breathes, âyouâre perfect.âHe hears you gasp at the same time as your rhythm falters, and presses a kiss somewhere indiscriminately on your head. âGonna cum?â He murmurs in your ear, and you nod desperately, rutting against him hopelessly as your thighs tremble from exertion.Â
Even the smallest drop-off in friction has his head spinning like he stood up too quickly, so he gives himself enough leverage to start fucking you. You cry out and shift your weight like youâre going to try and evade the feelingâself-sabotage, you always do thisâand he again has to hold your hips in an iron vice, just to force you to feel it.Â
âYouâre okay, Iâm gonna get you there.â
âFuck!â You very nearly yell, still trying to wriggle away up until the very last second like the tide going out before the tsunami comes. When you do cum, your demeanor instantly changesâyou get heavy and clingy and whiny as you rock back and forth through your orgasm.Â
âGood girl,â Spencer murmurs, being careful in the way he continues to fuck you until he reaches his peak as well, not long after. You shudder, and Spencer feels the way your entire body tenses the way it sometimes does after a particularly strong orgasm, and he fights his way out of the brain fog to rub your back with the skimming tips of his fingers. âShh. Youâre okay. Relax, baby.â
And you do, unwound by the dance of his hand and with a few shallow breaths that gradually deepen, until youâre once more slack on top of him.Â
âYouâre incredible,â he exhales, with his lips pressed to your hairline.Â
So clearly overwhelmed, the only response you can muster is a soft squeak. Spencer laughs fondly, still mapping the soft curve of your back. He feels the way youâre still attempting to train your breathing and kisses your hair again. âWhat do you need, angel?â
âIâm sâposed to be taking care of you,â you slur. Spencer chuckles again and his brow knits.Â
âAccording to who?â
âAccording to⌠I was on topâŚâ
âYeah. You did all the hard stuff. Your legs are shaking.â
You whine softly. âNo theyâre not.â
His hand slides down to your thigh, and he rubs the trembling muscles.Â
âNo? No Bambi legs for me this time?â
You squeeze them around his waist like you could shrink away from his touch. âSpenceâŚâ
âIâm teasing you, honey,â he murmurs, pressing kisses wherever he can reach. âYouâre cute.â
âHm.â
âLook at me,â he murmurs, angling his head expectantly as you slowly raise yours. The look on your face is so sweetâeyes half lidded, lips swollen and much higher in color than usual. Your cheek is warm to the touch. His heart flutters like it did on your first date, and the first time he kissed you, and the first time you fell asleep on his shoulder. This view will never get old. âWow. Look at you, beautiful girl. Can I have a kiss?â
And you grant him his wish, with a long, soft kiss thatâs worth every second of that burning feeling in his lungs, every time.Â
Eventually you huff out the remainder of your air against his well-kissed lips and your head flops to his chest.Â
âIâm sleepy.â
âSo go to sleep,â he murmurs, so warm from your kiss he feels nothing could be wrong in the world at this moment.Â
âI canât.â
âWhyâs that?â
ââCause you just got home ând I missed you and I wanna spend time with you.â
âWe have three days to spend together. If you go to sleep now, weâll actually get more time together tomorrow.â
âBut itâs more about, like, how it feelsâhow much time it feels like we spend together right when you get home, and if I go to sleep now, itâs gonna feel like less time, andâbasically youâre just not understanding my math.â
âWhat math?â He laughs, continuing to rub your legs all the way up to your hips, at which point you hiss and buckâa very visceral feeling when heâs still inside of you. âWhat? What hurts?â
âYou tried to fucking tear my hip flexors from my body, is what hurts,â you grumble.Â
âTender?â
âMhm.â
âIâm really sorry, angel. Tylenol?â
âMm-mm. Can you kiss me better?â Sleep stains your voice. Spencer smiles to himself.Â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â
âLie down.â
Again you whine as you slip off of him, landing heavily on your back. He sits up, watches with so much affection the way you squeeze your thighs together and arch ever so slightly against the empty feeling.Â
âSpencer?â You whisper as he cups the top of your knees.Â
âHm?â
âI love you.â
He pushes your legs apart gently so he can settle in between them and kisses you again. âI love you. So much.â
âGlad weâre on the same page.â
He presses a kiss to your head, down your neck, taking the scenic route to your hip bones, but you donât seem to mind.Â
The feeling of his lips gentle on the tender flesh has you humming softly, eyes fluttering shut as he showers you with gentle kisses. His traces every place his fingers had pressed earlierâfeels the way you relax further underneath him. Nobodyâs ever let him in this deeply before, but you trust him with everything you have; your body, your soul, in life or death, awake and in sleep. Heâll never take that for granted. He will never pass on an opportunity like this, to be the one who takes care of you, who puts you back together, as long as youâll let him.Â
Still dancing the line of consciousness, you part your legs, the slow drag of your bare thigh like a jumper cable to his heart. Fingertips trace desirous paths up your inner thigh and back down again. He recognizes this invitation for what it is, and he knows exactly how to give you what you want, but he asks first anyway.Â
âWas that on purpose?â
âI dâknow what you mean. Iâm so sleepy,â you slur, and he believes the second half of your statement to be fact.Â
Spencer pushes your thigh a little higher, and youâre completely pliable for him, completely gorgeous. As soon as he skims your thigh with a barely-there kiss, exactly the way you like, youâre lacing a hand in his hair.Â
âPlease, SpenceâŚâ you murmur, and he canât argue with that. He especially canât argue when you widen your legs just that slightest bit more, and your arousal is opalescent between your legs.Â
He hums, trailing more kisses up until heâs setting the softest one yet against your clit. âBeautiful girlâŚâ
The following gasp is so tiny he couldâve missed it if he wasnât so attuned to your noisesâand then he gets lost in you, making sure to keep his ministrations light as you already came twice recently and are sure to be sensitive. He doesnât want to wake you from whatever twilight half-slumber trance youâre in, either, sensing that if he does youâll fight all over again to stay up.
And admittedly, he adores being trusted to take care of you like this.
Your back arches as much as youâre capable of in this state, and he canât help the way he just barely suctions onto you at that moment, coaxing a sighing moan so sweet and vulnerable and open it gives him chills. Fuck. He really wants to make you cum. But instead he practices patience, tracing you with the tip of his tongue, pressing gentle kisses everywhere you need themâhe draws it out. For he doesnât know how long.Â
The first time you get close, your hips begin to roll, and you spout little ahâs, but he talks you back down again, laughing lightly at your angelic cooing, your little sounds of sleepy pleasure. Even now youâre so responsive, moving against his mouth as he slips a finger into your soaked entrance, fucks you for a moment, and then retreats. Maybe heâs being unfair, but you donât seem to mind.Â
In fact, youâre slipping in and out of sleep as he devours you for what feels like hours, one hand pressed lovingly to your stomach, stroking the soft skin there. Spencerâs never had this long to explore you with his mouth and he takes full advantage of every moment, but he keeps all his kisses and licks and touches gentle and reverent and so loving.Â
You donât know how long itâs been, or how many times heâs made you cum when he finally retreatsâyou half-wake just as heâs finishing cleaning you up. Soon he tosses the towel aside and presses feather-light kisses to each of your cheeks, tear-stained and warm with pleasure. You feel completely drained and completely loved.Â
âHi, sleeping beauty,â he murmurs, climbing into bed with you, at some point having gotten dressed.Â
You manage an embarrassed little laugh. More tears crawl down your cheeks as you roll to your side. Spencer brushes them away and pulls you into him, slinging your thigh over his waist. He chuckles.Â
âShaky?â
âStop,â you whine, embarrassed by his teasing, and hide your face against his chest. âThatâs not my fault.â
âItâs nobodyâs fault. Itâs sweet,â he insists as he rubs your back. And then, a moment later, âSoâdo you think weâve spent enough time together for tonight?â
âNo.â
He sighs good-naturedly.Â
âYouâre gonna wear me out, you know that?â
ââF you⌠canât handle the heatâŚÂ get outta the kitchen.â
When he next speaks you can hear the smile in his voice.Â
âGo to sleep, Bambi. Letâs see if you can walk in the morning.â
#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fic#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x self insert#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer Reid fluff#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds smut#criminal minds fic#criminal minds fanfic
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we all joke about and objectify this man, but do we stop to think how sad his story is? he grew up friendless and ruthlessly bullied for being a literal genius. constantly picked on by his coworkers, and heâs never in on the joke. heâs always being laughed at, never laughed with because no one understands his existentialist humor. he never has plans or places to go on the weekend after work. he goes to work then goes to his lonely home with all his books to keep him company. on occasion, he haunts the chess table at the park or meets with an old professor. no one takes the time to appreciate his weird little quirks. no one took the time to ask him if he was okay after the several traumatic incidents he endured. no one takes care of him because everyoneâs too busy leaving. he could be a male model, yet heâs never thought of himself as attractive. when he does find love, heâs brutally stripped of it before he can blink. spencer reid, the lonely genius who learned of love too late and loss too soon.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid scenario#nerdy spencer reid#spencer reid angst#spencer reid edit#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid criminal minds#doctor spencer reid#dr spencer reid#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid x gn!reader#spencer reid x yn#spencer reid x fem reader#spencer reid x reader smut#spencer reid x self insert#spencer reid x oc#spencer reid x fem!reader smut#spencer reid x fanfiction#spencer reid x fem!readr#spencer reid x plus size reader#spencer reid x luke alvez
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how you talk so sweet when youâre doing bad things | s.r.
A/N: this is literally prn with no plot iâm sorry. i just really love thinking about spencer on his knees sue me! this was supposed to be longer but then i decided to save it for when i write for juno heheh
cw: smut 18+ minors dni, softdom!spencer AND munch!spencer look at that a 2-for-1!, fingering fem receiving, brief condescending!spence if you blink, many many pet names, spencer says good girl thatâs a warning on its own, afab!reader
summary: you and spencer come home from a night out and he knows exactly what to say to get you wrapped around his finger (literally!)
wc: 1.4k
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You stumble through the door with Spencer trailing not too far behind you. Youâd both been out with the team getting drinks and as the night progressed Spencer found himself getting especially touchy with you, so much that you could still feel the imprint of his hand on your inner thigh.
The drinks of the night had long faded leaving you in a haze as you both entered your apartment, Spencerâs solid frame coming up behind you to hold your waist.
âGood thing Iâm here to make sure you donât fall.â He chuckles softly.
He slowly turns you around and gently pushes you against the wall. You give him a lazy smile as your hand reaches up to trace the outline of his jaw, âYouâre pretty.â
âIf Iâm pretty, what does that make you?â
âLucky.â
Spencer blushes and smiles softly, âThat was good,â He bends down to press a kiss to the spot behind your ear, slowly trailing down to the sweet spot at the base of your neck. His fingers press into the sides of your hips, âYou okay? Still feeling it?â
You shake your head no pointedly, âJust fuzzy.â
âFuzzy is good,â He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, âYouâre nicer when youâre fuzzy.â
âIâm nice all the time!â You feign offense.
He chuckles back, âOkay, you are nice all the time. I think I meant moreâŚcompliant.â
You grin up at him, âWhat, you donât like me in control?â
âNo I do, trust me, I do. But, you deserve to be taken care of. And I really like it when I get to take care of you. Itâs easier for me to do that when youâre allâŚfuzzy.â
Another lazy smiles adorns you and Spencer canât help but lean in and kiss your nose.
âWell, we arenât doing anything until these devil shoes come off.â You mutter softly.
Spencer laughs and kisses you one last time before smoothing his hands down your side as he sinks to his knees, gesturing you to lift your foot up and perch it on his shoulder, allowing perfect access to your heel.
You lean back against the wall attempting to flatten your back to ease the aching of it. Through hooded eyes you look down to meet Spencerâs hazel ones staring right back at yours, as his fingers ghost over the straps of your heels.
âFeet hurt?â He asks as he presses the pads of his fingers into the flesh of your calf, gently massaging the skin as he works his way down the buckle of your heel.
âIn these? Always.â You laugh back.
âOh, poor baby.â He mumbles back with a pout, leaning forward to kiss the base of your ankle. Your eyes widen slightly in entice as you watch him leave kisses up your leg, hands following their path and caressing the skin it touches. He gently places your bare foot on the ground and picks up the other heeled one, placing it on his shoulder and repeating the same motions.
The intimacy of the moment strikes you as you watch his long fingers toy with the buckles and straps of your heels before sliding them off. Your hand subconsciously reaches for his hair and cards through it gently, pushing it away from his eyes.
âHi.â you whisper.
He looks up to meet your gaze, âHi, honey.â
âYou look pretty down there.â
A chuckle escapes him, âDo I?â
You nod, âAre you going to stay down there orâŚ?â
His fingers dance around your calves slowly inching upwards, âWhat do you want me to do?â
Humming softly at the touch, you lean your head back against the wall, âI wantâŚwhatever you want.â
Spencer laughs again, âSee? My compliant, pretty girl.â His fingers reach the hem of your dress, slowly inching further up, âI think Iâll stay down here for a little bitâŚif thatâs okay with you.â
âYeah, thatâs oâokay.â Your breath hitches as he toys with the outer edges of your panties. His fingers trace the outline out to in, just missing contact with where you want him.
You whine softly as he continues to evade the one spot you need him, squirming against the wall for any friction you can find. He lightly chastises you, âSo needyâŚyouâre acting like you havenât been touched in weeks.â
âSpenceâŚâ
He hums, âBut thatâs not true, right?â One finger strokes the front of your panties, tracing a path from the wet patch up to your clothed clit.
âNâNo.â You half moan.
His finger lays more pressure, âI take really good care of you, right angel?â
A curse slips from you as he strokes you over your panties.
Spencer smirks as he hooks his index fingers on either side of your panties and slowly starts to drag it down, not missing how the fabric sticks to your slick like honey. âYou know why, I take such good care of you?â
Youâre too caught up in the anticipation to respond, but thatâs not enough for Spencer when he stops his motions and taps your leg, âI asked you a question.â
You look down at him and shake your head exasperatedly, hoping the silent answer was enough for him to continue since youâre nearly on the ledge from the way his hands are moving.
His finger trails back up your leg and ghosts over your exposed cunt, teasing you endlessly, âI take care of youâŚbecause youâre a good girl. Isnât that right?â
âSpencerâŚpleaseâŚâ Youâre not sure how much longer you can take this, your body squirming for any contact.
âSay it.â He pulls back so he can look you directly in the eyes, a single digit sliding through your folds.
âJesus, fuck,â you let out breathlessly, âOkay, okay Iâm a good girl, Iâm your good girl, just pleaseâŚâ You canât even bring yourself to care at how desperate you sound, you would start begging like a sinner in church if he didnât do anything soon.
He smirks, âThatâs my girl,â he taps your thigh, âOver my shoulder.â You quickly abide and raise your leg over his shoulder and rest your thigh on it. Spencer leans in and dives into your folds like a man starved, your hands moving to tangle in his hair and in an effort to stabilize yourself. His tongue motions like heâs making a painting and you definitely think you deserve to be hung in the Louvre after this.
You feel him add a finger in and youâre a goner.
âSpenceâŚIâmâfuck oh my god, please donât stop.â You whine.
His lips detach from you while he adds another fingers and continues his motions and he mumbles, âYou gonna come for me, angel? Been like, what a few minutes and youâre already about to make a mess on my fingersâŚso needy.â he teases.
He returns back to your core, licking long and thick stripes up and down, his fingers not slowing down as he brings you closer to the edge. The peak begins to build in your gut and the climax overtakes you, a mixture of expletives and Spencerâs name leaving your mouth like a twisted spell.
You release your death grip on his hair as he sits back to catch his breath. You slump down the wall to sit in front of him, your leg still swung over his shoulder. He smiles fondly at you and holds the ankle next to his head, leaning in to press a kiss, âYou okay, baby?â
âMhmâŚâ You hazily say, âPeachy, even.â
His eyes narrow slightly, ââŚBecause theyâre fuzzy?â you giggle and nod feeling super proud of your pun. He canât help but laugh with endearment with you as he gently helps your leg off his shoulder and places it on the ground before standing up himself and reaching his hands out for you to grab it, âLetâs go to bed, Iâm not done with you yet.â
You place your hands in his and allow him to pull you up, once youâre on your feet you register his words, âWait, huh?â
He slowly spins you around so his chest is to your back and starts guiding you down the hallway, âOh baby, did you think we were stopping at one?â he whispers sultrily in your ear. A shudder runs down your spine and he laughs feeling you shake in his arms.
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# HOW TO SEDUCE YOUR NEIGHBOR 101 !!
CHAPTER ii. [9.1k words]
ŕ¨ŕ§âŹâpairing: toji fushiguro x fem! reader
ŕ¨ŕ§âŹâsynopsis: the shopping trip you were forced to go on with Toji doesn't go exactly as planned.
ŕ¨ŕ§âŹâwarnings: taboo cw! + semi-smut + age difference (reader is 19 and toji is 34 ) + slow burn + one-sided pining + attempt at humor + slice of life + reader takes multiple L's + megumi is mentioned + reader gets objectified (not by toji) + toji is a serial hoe
ŕ¨ŕ§âŹâa/n: make sure to check out my main post! ive included a pinterest board for everything described + a playlist âĄ
MAIN POST | part i. > part ii. > part ii.
You didn't know if it was a blessing in disguise, or a curse. Perhaps a cruel joke the world was playing on you like it always did. Yet here you were again, your knee high fluffy socks skidding across the oakwood flooring of your room, scouring through your closet like a deranged cat looking for something to wear on today's decor run.
"Shoes, shoesâŚI'm missing shoes," digging through the furthest corner in the enclosed space of your closet, you spotted an unopened box on one of the shelves. It was a simple pair of heeled, white mary janes with a heart buckle. You got it 2 birthdays ago but never saw an opportunity to wear them, until now.
Your mother told you that Toji was picking you up at 10:30 am despite you telling her that you would go after lunch.
'He's a busy man. He said this is the only time he's free today.'
"Yeah, of course he is. Always busy doing God knows what." Sighing, you decided on your ensemble for this morning. It was rushed and unplanned, but it would have to do.
Looking at the time on your phone, you saw that it was 10:15. You've still got 15 more minutes left till Toji arrives to pick you up. Letting out a breath, you sat on your bed, shoe cladded toes tapping the floor as your knee bounced, restlessly waiting.
Going over to your floor length mirror, you checked over your choice of outfit once more. It wasn't too cold of a day, so you opted for a knitted long sleeved, off-the-shoulder, cream toned sweater dress that hugged your curves. With its hem stopping just right underneath your ass.
You were debating between thigh highs or leg warmers, but decided leg warmers looked better scrunched down on your ankles with the shoes you opted to wear. You didnât do much with your hair last night since you were only at home, but since you were going out in public today, you felt like doing something with it. Something cute specifically, as you opened your vanity drawer deciding which accessory to wear today. Picking some silk ribbon you saw laying about, you braided it into your hair, sealing it with a rubber band and tying an extra ribbon into a bow to conceal it. And finally, you had your bag. Well, more like bear. The teddy bear backpack you had on matched well with the neutral color scheme. So, you went for it. Honestly, you reminded yourself of a doll. A doll with a pretty face, and a whole lot of problems.
Taking a deep breath, you puffed out your chest. Your confident expression stared back at you, but on the other side of that mirror you felt nothing but anxiety simmering the longer you stood there in silence.
"I might as well wait for Toji outside then." It was no use standing around in your room. The bed looked way too inviting as it only made you think of excuses not to go. You wouldn't let your bed get the best of you this time.
Walking down the stairs, you headed towards the entrance, petting your cat's furry head along the way. Upon opening the door, you were met with the sight of freshly layered snow. It was thin, barely half an inch thick, but it already had you feeling a little better with the anticipation of making a snowman with it once the days got colder. You remember there was a time when you used to do that with Toji.
God, you can't even reminisce about the past without Toji having some part in it.
You desperately needed to figure out how you were going to do this.
Last night was a bust. Not much progress was made besides the fact that Toji actually spoke to you for the first time in years. Not that he had much chance to do so sooner even if he wanted to, with you a couple hours away from home and all. But it was the bare minimum. Right now you needed a plan, and you needed to think of one fast.
Standing against the railing of your porch, you sorted through your thoughts. You're going to get picked up by Toji in less than 10 minutes. You'll ride in his car, pretend that everything's okay because it is, you'll buy whatever this party needs, and if it goes well you'll confront him on the ride back home. And that'll be the end of that.
Easy.
But when is anything ever easy when it comes to that man. Nothing. The answer has always been nothing.
This line of thought has you so deep into your own frustration that you don't even realize you've been ranting to your teddy bear backpack. Murmuring to it harshly, and rolling your eyes like you're gossiping with a friend about the latest dumb thing that happened on Twitter today.
And it's only when you see a black pickup truck from your peripheral vision pulling up, that you stare back at the bear in horror. Mind being snapped back to the present, and feeling embarrassed that you were seen like this. A man was causing you this much turmoil, that you've been complaining to a damn backpack about it.
Quickly putting your bag back on, you smoothed out your sweater dress. You really fucking hope he didn't see that.
Facing towards the driveway you paused. Your eyes widened, already in awe at the vehicle as you saw it more clearly up close.
The last car you saw Toji with was an old, red Toyota truck. It did itâs job, but definitely not without a couple repairs here and there every so often (that you may or may not have checked him out while he was doing so.) So seeing this new, shiny, black Chevy parked right outside the driveway was definitely an exciting upgrade. The wheels were lifted, making the body higher than its original design, and the windows were tinted midnight black, making it nearly impossible to see who was inside unless you stuck a cheek to the glass.
Overall it was big, and intimidating.
Just like him.
'Guess those freelancing jobs paid off then.â
*BEEP BEEP*
Jesus. You didn't even notice Toji had already parked. How long were you just staring at it for? If he started to honk at you, it mustâve been more than what society deemed normal.
Running up to the passenger side of the truck, albeit meekly, you stopped right in front of the door just as the tinted windows were being pulled down giving you a better view of the inside. There sat Toji on the other side, upper body turned and facing towards you with one hand still on the wheel.
Tojiâs eyes almost popped out of his sockets at your appearance but it was quickly masked by a look of amusement.
"You busy daydreaming or what?"
Ignoring his remark, you placed your hands on the edge of the cold glass, peering up at him and around the interior.
âSo, new truck huh?â
"Oh this? Yeah, got it not too long ago after receiving my payment forâŚ.from work."
You squinted your eyes in suspicion, noticing that he caught his words, but you weren't going to question it. No, you were going to let it go. You knew he wouldnât tell you anything anyway, most likely just brushing it off as suddenly being hit with a stutter. He never spoke about his âoverseasâ jobs that he apparently racked up stacks of cash from, and despite him saying it was only freelancing work, you had a hunch it was something a lot shadier than that. You werenât that dumb. Which is exactly why you werenât going to ask.
Choosing to stay oblivious, you gave a compliment instead. "It's nice, Toji. Really."
You were about to open the door to get in and cut the small talk short (and because youâd rather bask in the in-system heating than out in the cold) but it wouldnât budge. It was still locked. Why isnât he unlocking the door?
Instead of unlocking the door for you like normal people do when picking up a person with their car, Toji isn't exactly someone you'd consider normal. Instead, Toji looked you up and down slowly as an awkward silence took over. You stood there rigid, allowing him to unashamedly undress you with his eyes. At least you think that's what he was doing. Heâs being really bold todayâŚdoes he seriously not plan to open this door?!
Your mind was running a mile per minute. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but you kind of liked the attention he was giving you right now. Especially since he hadnât bothered to give you any last night. Not that you blame him. Looks like the effort you had put in, despite being rushed, was working, leaving him dumbstruck. You felt proud that you managed to have him speechless.
Unfortunately, your sudden boost in ego was quickly shut down.
"What the hell are you wearing?" Oh. Talk about anticlimactic.
"Huh? W-what do you mean?"
"I mean," He stood there, a single eyebrow raised, and vaguely gesturing to your form with his hand, "This."
Looking around to see if anyone else was witnessing this, you quirked your head in question. "What about it?"
"I know ya didn't just decide to go out looking like that when it's freezing out here. Go back upstairs and put some real clothes on." He looked at you sternly with a scowl etching onto the scarred side of his lip, arms crossing in front of his chest.
Was Toji actually scolding you right now? The nerve of this guy!
You hadnât seen it right away, but after staring back at him in disbelief at what you were hearing, you noticed his own personal ensemble.
Thereâs no damn wayâŚ
Looking up and down at him as he had done to you just moments prior, you saw that he was wearing an unzipped puffer jacket with a hoodie underneath which was fine, you had no issues regarding that. The problem was what he was wearing below.
This man, who was condemning you on your sweater dress because it was apparently unfit for âfreezingâ temperatures, was wearing shorts and slides. At least he wore socks with it, if he hadnât you think you may have actually gone back home and let him do the shopping himself.
You couldnât help but let out a short laugh, but quickly shut up after seeing Toji wasnât finding this as amusing as you were.
This was crazy.
Tilting your head to the side, you scrunch your nose in disbelief. âYouâre telling me to put warmer clothes on, when youâve got shorts and slides on?â
Toji was quick to counter. âItâs not the same, donât compare it.â
âYeah it is!â
âLook kid, Iâm not gonna argue with ya. Either change your clothes, or stay home.â
Thatâs exactly what you want to do. But you know deep down you canât, you already told yourself you had to sort things out with him. And the first step to that, is sorting this out.
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After a couple pleading looks and adamant convincing of, 'I'm not cold!' 'I swear I'm fine. It doesn't even feel like winter out here!'
Toji relented. Letting out a sigh, shaking his head as he told you, 'Fine, whatever. But donât come cryinâ at my feet when your stubborn ass gets sick and your mom gets mad at you.'
Now here you were, seated on the heated, brand new black leather seats of his Chevy after he finally gave in and unlocked the door, letting you in. You spent the trip with your head resting against the palm of your hand somberly, as you watched the scenery of snowy trees and other cars pass by.
The awkwardness throughout the entire car ride was at an all-time high. Higher than what it'd started out with earlier. You were both quiet; your brain a little less. Toji's disappointment regarding your attire was a total blow to your ego. You were just trying to look cute.
Not like it was meant for him anyway.
Is what you wanted to try convincing yourself in order to feel better, but really, you knew it was a lie.
As for Toji, that thought you had earlier about him ogling you? It was right on the money.
But he had to quickly save face by instead acting like a concerned adult worrying about the wellbeing of his innocent, young neighbor. If he was being honest, he didnât give two shits about what you chose to wear. As long as it was for his eyes only.
Yes, he knew heâd hurt your feelings for telling you to go change. He understood that he was being overbearing and unreasonable especially after you brought up his own attire, but you had to understand. He physically couldnât accept seeing you wearing an outfit that barely covered your ass like that in public when he should be the only one to see you looking like that. Yes, he was sick for looking at you that way and he knew that which is exactly why he needed you to cover up. Both so that no other creepy assholes (except himself) could see you that way, and because he doesnât think he could control his thoughts about you for the next couple hours you have alone together. Itâs why he had to shift in his seat a couple times. Though, you didnât notice that.
This game you were playing with him? This seducing thing? With little skirts and shit, yeah it was doing something to him.
Maybe you havenât changed as much as he thought. As they say, old habits die hard.
After about 15 more minutes of unspoken thoughts, you finally arrived at the store.
Why did you agree to do this again? Oh yeah, you didn't.
Unbuckling your seatbelt, you took a deep breath to try and regain your composure. Just focus on the task. Opening the door, you hopped down and out onto the recently snow-shoveled pavement with Toji following suit as he turned off the truck, taking the keys from the ignition and shutting the door behind him.
You could feel Tojiâs burning gaze boring into your back as he walked behind you, keeping a slight distance between you and him but still enough that people could tell that you two came together. Entering into the store, you whipped out your phone, unlocking it and clicking on the notes app filled with a list of things you needed to get that your mom instructed you two to buy. You crossed your fingers hoping you could get all this done quickly and smoothly.
Obviously, life loves to humor you because things did not go smoothly.
Everything was going well at first, you scoured the aisles looking for streamers, fairy lights, pretty napkins, silver and white balloons, and whatever else was needed; putting it all into the basket that Toji was holding, still following you like a sort of puppyâor more like a guard dog with the menacing aura he carried around himself with every step he took.
Walking around youâd occasionally find something that caught your eye, tinkering around with the item for a couple seconds before putting it back down and walking over to the next intriguing thingâlike a snow globe you found of a character you recognized filled with pink and white sparkly snow. You bet your ass you added that one to the basket. That hello kitty snow globe was a need, not a want. How something like that even found its way to a store like this was beyond you, but hey, you werenât complaining.
You even found cute little hats while looking around and managed to get Toji to wear a pair of elf ears while you wore a Santa hat, telling him a silly joke about how he was Santaâs jolliest helper. That only earned you a huff, and roll of his eyes as he took off the ears and pulled the hat you wore down over your face, chuckling as he watched you make dramatics about how you were being suffocated despite being able to breathe perfectly fine.
Interacting like this with him gave you butterflies. Youâd let him ruin your perfectly styled hair if it meant things were going back to the way they used to be between you both.
Everything was going fine.
You were actually havingâŚfun. Which you hadnât anticipated. You were so caught up about feeling like you were on thin ice with Toji, and though you still sort of felt that way, you felt ecstatic that things were beginning to feel normal. Like nothing even happened.
âHmm, looks like the last thing on this list are more scented candles. Thought we already had some? Oh well.â You shrugged your shoulders. You think your own obsession with candles might have stemmed from your mom now that you think about it.
Toji leaned his body over your shoulder, looking down over your list himself at the check marked boxes except for one. You immediately stiffened up, not expecting him to get so close to you, and especially not for him to make body contact with you. You wish you didnât have all these layers in the way. You internally shook the thought off before it could escalate. Now was not the time to be having these touched starved thoughts!
Pulling away from you, but still keeping close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, he put the basket down next to your feet. âYeah, I saw a couple of those on the other aisle we passed by.â
âOh good! One of us can get it. Stay here and Iâll quickly-â Your suggestion didnât even have a chance to reach the other end of Tojis ears before it got shut down.
âNah, you stay here, and stay put while I grab it. And donât go straying off you understand, kid?â Toji looked down at you, waiting for your answer. Heâd rather not leave your side, especially since he didnât trust that you wouldnât get distracted by something and walk off like a lost mouse-but he tried to reason out in his head that it was only one item. Heâd quickly get it and come back, and youâd still be there.
You werenât going anywhere.
So why did he find it so hard to walk away from you? Must be some type of trauma he thinks.
Nodding your head, with a âMhm! Promise. Not going anywhere. Nope, staying put.â Toji searched your face to see if you were lying but decided you werenât, and began jogging off towards another aisle in a different section of the store.
He couldnât help but have a bad feeling about this as he looked over at all the scented candles, picking up the most expensive looking ones.
âSânot my money anyway..â
Maybe he shouldâve just taken you along with him. Itâs not like it wouldâve caused the both of you any more hassle than going alone would. Shit. Something was gnawing at Toji to hurry the hell up and get back to you. As he briskly walked to the aisle where he had left you, he was met with something far worse than overpriced dĂŠcor, and it had him seething.
There you were, face scrunched up, and looking highly uncomfortable as some random guy, around your age it seemed, was trying to flirt with you.
Keyword: Trying.
Toji didnât know who this guy was but he knew damn well what was happening, and he wasn't going to let it slide. Not on his watch. That he wasn't even wearing.Â
You hadn't noticed Toji's arrival yet. Still preoccupied with keeping calm and trying to ignore this random man that thought it would be chivalrous of himself to make comments about your body. Saying things about how he doesn't know why your man let you out like that, and if you were his bitch he wouldn't let you out his sight.
It's a good thing Toji wasn't there to hear any of that.
What Toji did hear as he was silently coming up behind the both of you, that almost made him run up and deck the guy in the nuts was when he leaned his body down exaggeratedly to look at your ass and said, "DAMN. That's more ass thanâŚ. I've seenâŚ.in a while!"
This prick didn't even know where the hell he was going with that line, but Toji sure knew where that guy was gonna end up if he tried it again.
At this point, you were more than ready to kick this guy in the balls, but you didn't want to anger him. Who knows what this guy has got going on in his head? He's harassing you at a decor store for fucks sake!
Before you were thinking about making a run for it to the direction of where Toji had gone, deeming your situation helpless without him; it seemed like someone finally answered your prayers because the moment you looked back, there he was standing right behind the both of you.
'How did I not notice him?? He's wearing slides for god sake! I should've heard the 'plip' 'plaps'!'
"The fuck are you doing?"
The guy was still leaning down when Toji spoke up. He was about to cuss out whoever this other guy was for interrupting his daily "I objectify women for fun" hobby, until he looked up. There Toji stood, 6'2, built like he was made for war, in his shorts and slides, holding candles, and a look so threatening etched onto his face, you think this guy may have almost shit his pants. If the audible gulp meant anything.
"O-oh fuck. Look sir, I was just admiring your hard work, very beautiful daughter you have here. Didn't realizeâŚSorry." The way he ran away was almost pitiful. Almost. But none of you had any pity for trash.
'Well that was quick', Toji thought. He assumed he might've had to light up this candle he was holding and choke him with it but it seems that wouldn't be happening today.
That's one less crime the authorities could pinpoint on him.
Turning his attention towards you, he asked if you were alright.
"Sort ofâŚnot really. Being objectified isn't exactly the greatest feelingâŚ" Toji noticed the way you hugged your hands around yourself, most likely trying to cover up. Suddenly feeling too exposed for comfort despite attempting to brush the interaction off.
Maybe you should've listened to Toji earlier and changed your clothes to something more fitting for winter weather. Screw looking cute.
Though, the regret didn't have a chance to get very far because suddenly you were being brought back to the present.
"Lift your arms up."
Huh? "Wh- why?" The next thing he did nearly had your heart leaping out of your chest. Taking off his puffer jacket, he nudged your arms to lift up so he could help put it through the holes of the sleeves. After checking to make sure it was on properly, he zipped it up a bit more than halfway and patted you down in an effort to make you look a little bit less like the emo version of the Michelin Man.
"You gonna be okay?" You were still a little surprised at the gesture, especially since it was coming from him of all people, but you answered, "..Yeah. Yeah, I'll be okay."
"Good. Lemme finish paying for all this crap and I'll drop you off at your place."
Leading the way towards the cashier, he placed his large palm over your lower back and kept it there until your goods were paid for, and you were out the door.
Situating yourself on the seats of Toji's car, you couldn't help but feel a smile creep up on you, desperately trying to bite it back. You're wearing his coat.
He put his coat on you.
You think you could die of happiness right now. But, you'll save that for later. That whole fiasco that happened at the store still had your mood all sour. You really didn't want to go home yet. And as Toji began to pull out of the parking lot, you spoke up.
"Toji? I don't really feel like going home yet.."
"Yeah? Aight. We'll stop somewhere, I know a place."
Nodding your head, you mumbled a 'thanks', grateful that he took the hint and didn't try to argue with you or ask any questions. Toji can be empathetic when he wants to be sometimes.
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Apparently, when Toji said he 'knew a place', you didn't expect it to beâŚthis.
"Cinnabon? Really?"
"What? You don't like their cinnamon buns? We can go someplace else if you don't want em.âÂ
You paused. Well, now that you were thinking about itâŚ"Okay. Yeah. Yeah, I do like those."
âBesides,â Walking over to the counter to order, Toji got into line, âI remember ya telling me one time that you liked this place."Â
He still remembers something like that?Â
You didnât answer. Instead you followed the nod of Tojiâs head telling you to leave the ordering to him and to go find a table to sit at. Looking around, you saw that all the tables were already preoccupied. Damn. Walking back to Toji, you suggested ordering it to go and just finding some place else to sit at like that wooden bench you saw just outside the establishment, which he seemed to favor far more.
Leaving him to his vices, you exited the shop and went to sit outside on the storefront bench, patiently waiting for Toji to get back with your food. Looking around there was still a thin sheet of snow covering some areas of the pavement, most having melted throughout the day or driven over by now. Yet it seemed as though the temperature had no plans of rising as you breathed out a puff of steam, remaining at its crisp, nearly frosty condition. It felt peaceful.
The few minutes of alone time you had to yourself was the most silence your brain has allowed itself to be in within the 24 hours of Tojis reintroduction into your life.Â
The oversized puffer jacket you still had on made those hours feel shorter by reminding you of just how much "excitement" had managed to happenâyou bet you looked silly as hell with it engulfing your frame, but you couldn't find it in you to care about that at this moment. Especially since it was serving its purpose of protecting you against the cold that you found yourself surrounded by as you sat there waiting.
Leaning back against the wood, you felt something hindering you from going all the way. Your teddy bear backpack. You forgot you even had it on as it was hidden underneath the coat Toji had quickly put on you. Yeah, you must've looked really stupid. Fighting back a grimace and ignoring the fact for your own peace of mind, you went to remove the coat. Leaving it piled behind you on the bench as you took off your bag, placing it onto your lap.Â
Reaching into your bag, you took out your trusty emergency makeup kit. Wouldn't hurt to do a quick touch up⌠Looking over in the direction of the sudden sound of a bell being rung, you peered over to your left to see that it was just someone stepping foot out the shop with a cup of what looked to be hot chocolate.Â
'Hopefully Toji get's back soon.'
Focusing back on the task at hand, you clicked open a compact inspecting the state of the way you looked with the mirror. The sight that greeted you brought out a breath of relief. Not a single thing out of place. But just in case, you patted on a little bit of powder for good measure, and reapplied your clear lipgloss so the cold air could struggle to nip at your lips.Â
After assessing what needed to be assessed, you put your pouch back into your bag and immediately piped up at the sound of the door chiming again. You couldn't help but do a small cheer as you saw that it was finally Toji approaching you, carrying a bag containing your icing drenched cinnamon bun, a hot drink of some sort, and a bottle of water.Â
Handing you your food and drink, you thanked him and immediately dug in once it was within your grasp. Taking a bite, a bit of steam emitted from the warm and gooey bun melting on your tongue, flooding your taste buds with a mix of sweet and nutty spice. Damn, you were a lot hungrier than you thought. But you suppose that's due to having skipped breakfast in the morning. Stuffing more into your mouth, your eyes met Toji's to see him already sitting beside you and looking down at you, snickering.
"Hwat?" The question came out muffled from your cheeks being stuffed like a squirrel.
He looked off to the side for a second, still snickering before he answered, "Nothin."Â
Swallowing your food down harshly, you pouted with your brows scrunched together and took notice that you were the only one eating.Â
"How come you didn't get yourself one?"
He deadpanned. "I don't want diabetes."Â
"RightâŚof course notâŚ" Such a Toji answer, you thought.
It felt a little weird to be the only one eating, but he kept refusing everytime you asked if he was absolutely sure he didnât at least want a bite. It was silent between you two except for the occasional slurp of your drink, and you think Toji noticed it too because suddenly he started conversing with you, catching up a little bit on how the both of you have been.
"So kid, how's the university life been treatin' ya?"
"Hm? Oh uhm, it's been alright I guess." You shrugged, fork still in hand.
"Just alright? Sounds pretty lackluster to me."
"It is." You sighed.Â
"You tellin' me you don't, what- party? Or done those weird cultist initiations you kids do at sororities."Â
"YeahâŚno. I'm too busy actually studying most of the time. I've been to like 2-ish? parties, but that's about it. And sororities? You couldn't possibly pay me to join one of those.â Youâve heard one too many stories of premature deaths being caused by sororities. You didnât particularly feel like gambling your chances. Plus, you werenât really into the whole sisterhood-brotherhood thing, too weird.
As the conversation progressed between your frankly unexciting school life, Toji recalled some neighborhood fiasco that happened while you were away.Â
"...Then this kid's boyfriend starts beating up the guy that tried to take her purse."
"No way! This really happened in our neighborhood? Where like.. nothing ever happens?" To think that a crime had actually happened in the most safest, suburban of neighborhoods that you lived in for your whole life and you weren't there to witness it.
"I'm tellin' ya it was set up to make himself look good. A robbery in broad daylight? In this neighborhood? Bullshit."
"Why does all the exciting shit always happen when I'm not around?" You whined, sighing out your disappointment.
Closing the box to your nearly finished cinnamon bun and placing it beside you on the bench, you suddenly remembered something.Â
"By the way! My mom told me you have a son? How come you never mentioned him to me before?"
And just like that, Tojis brows immediately furrowed as if the question was one he hadn't expected to be asked, especially not coming from you. Leaning forward with a grunt, he rested an elbow on his knee, propping a palm under his chin as he proceeded to look at you with the most dramatically bored expression youâve ever seen on someone's face- one that rivaled even yours.
It screamed, âlet's get this shit over with.â
"You never asked. Besides, why you askin' about him now?"Â
You noticed the way his mood instantly changed after mentioning him but...it was probably nothing right?
Regardless, he didn't seem to be exactly⌠excited at the mention of his son, so you treated lightly with your next words. âWell, my mom is telling me that I should start looking for a good boy to date and she mentioned your son.âÂ
He laughed out in disbelief. âGumi? That boy? Ha, good luck with that. He wouldnât know the first thing on how to treat a girl.âÂ
He couldnât treat you the way I could. Is what he wanted to say.Â
Awkwardly you answered, âWell⌠anyway, I don't think he even goes to my UniâŚI think. So it wouldn't really be an option.âÂ
Toji stayed silent.Â
The sudden uncomfortable silence that took over had you overthinking all over again.Â
What's wrong? Does he have a bad relationship with his son? Is that why he looks irritated? Should I ask? No. He might get more irritated. Shit. Okay, subject change.
Slamming your hands onto your thighs a little too hard in an attempt to calm your nerves, the sound seemed to catch Tojis attention. Snapping him out of whatever trance he was in, and back to his usual demeanor.
You rubbed your arms out of awkwardness. âSooo, yeah. Sucks, I wasn't there to witness a fraudulent act of chivalry right in my own neighborhood."
Toji was thankful you moved on from the topic of his son, he didnât want to think of that little squirt right now.Â
But then it got him wonderingâŚ
"You ever had a boyfriend before?"Â
The question surprised you a little. Okay maybe a lot. You didn't think he'd be even remotely interested in your love life.Â
"No⌠I've never had one." While there was no shame in not having had a significant other at your age, still you couldn't help but feel embarrassed admitting it to Toji.
Toji raised a brow in suspicion. "You sure you're staying clear of boys?"Â
This behavior he was exhibiting was starting to confuse the hell out of you. First he scolds you on your attire this morning, and now he's interrogating you on your love life? He was being way overprotective, almost acting as a parent, and it was seriously beginning to make you feel hopeless.Â
You nodded. "Yes, Toji. I'm not interested in college guys. They don't know what they're doing,"
That answer seemed to be good enough for Toji, but to both his and your utter surprise you continued, "But I've done other things."
Straightening his back up against the wooden bench in interest, Toji beckoned you to continue on. Truth be told, he didn't want to hear you talking about boys. Just the thought of you with some dumbass little boy made him irrationally bothered. But there was one thing itching at him to ask.Â
One thing he simply had to know.
"Oh yeah?"
"Just casual stuff. Nothing serious.."
Toji hummed. It was cute how you were beating around the bush about whatever 'things' you've done. He'll humor you this time around.
"We talkin' the 'clothes on' type of stuff?"
"WellâŚnot exactly.."Â
Your lack of elaboration following your answer made Toji egg you on further.
"Don't start gettin' all shy on me now. Let me take a guess, this has somethin' to do with how you mentioned that college boy's don't know what they're doing, yeah?
And like clockwork, the words proceeded to flow past the tip of your tongue without a second thought.
"Remember how I also mentioned earlier that I've gone to only a few parties? Well at one of those parties, I got left alone by my friends in favor of hooking up with some guys they thought were hot."Â
"Sounds like some shitty friends."Â
You grunted. "Tell me about it. Anyways, here I am, sitting alone on this couch that's thankfully only mildly sticky from whatever wasted student had spilled their drink on top of it, and this guy sits right next to me. We talk, things happen, and we find an empty room."
Toji hums, signaling to you that he's still listening.
Immediately, irritation is apparent on your face by the way your eyes narrow as you recall the memory. "He puts his hands in my pants and this dumbass can't for the life of him find where my clit is and is just rubbing around. Then he has the nerve to ask if I came yet!? Bitch I'm not even moaning!"
Toji nods, intently listening to your rant. Biting back his amusement at your outburst.
"And the same fuckin thing happens again except with a different guy I had been seeing for less than a week. Exceptâget this, he asks me what a clit is. Like are you for real!?"
Taking a deep breath, you tried channeling your nerves. "So that's that. College boy's don't know where the clit isâhell, they don't even know of its existence."Â
Slumping your shoulders, you kicked at the tiny stones on the cement with your shoe.Â
"It's why I've never gone further than that."Â
If you were being honest, even if those guys did know their way around a woman's body, you don't think you could find it within yourself to stick around for it. You already knew what your mind was banging against your skull to say. Deep down, somewhere in the backrooms of your brain, you know it's because of Toji. It's always been him; the man you're still holding out for. Hoping he'd be the one to take your virginity.Â
Whatever. It was a pipe dream anyway. And you definitely weren't going to tell him that.
Speaking of telling himâŚ
âWhy did you tell him all that!? Why did you have to run your mouth!!â
You stammered out an apology. The gravity of what you just up and confessed dawned on you, leaving you a cringing mess from within.
"I-I'm sorryâŚI don't even know why im telling you all this-"
Toji is quick to dismiss the apology. Truth be told, he was delighted to hear that you were still a virgin.
âDon't worry bout itâ. It's nothing to be embarrassed of.
âI mean yeahâŚbut stillâŚâ
Turning to face you, Toji placed his hand gingerly upon your thigh, giving it a light squeeze in what you assumed to be an attempt at reassurance or maybe it was comfort? You couldn't really tell, you just knew that the warmth of it felt nice.
âListen, if Iâm tellinâ you that being a virgin is nothinâ to be ashamed of, then its not. Look at it this way, you ainât a teen mom, something not many can say nowadays.â He shrugged.
He kind of had a point. Though his comforting skills were kind of ass.
âYeah..okay. Thanks for listening then.â
âNo problem.âÂ
You thought after your little rant the atmosphere would return to its awkward state as it seems that's how it had been every time you spoke with Tojiâyet oddly enough, it felt like you had somehow managed to get closer to him by opening up about your struggles.Â
Suddenly feeling a spout of hunger befall you once more, you took the last remaining bite of your cinnamon bun, slowly licking off the icing that had gotten smeared onto your lips.Â
Toji eyed the action intently, internally shaking a head at himself.Â
âThis little minx..â Â but before you could make eye contact he abruptly withdrew his hand, fishing a phone out his pocket and checking the time. Huh, you hadn't even noticed his hand had still been on you.
âIt's already almost 4, think it's time to call it a day.â
With a sound of surprise, you rose up from your seat, closing the box once more as you watched Toji stand up from his own spot, already patting on his pockets for the car keys.Â
You hadn't even noticed that much time had gone by.
âThanks again for the cinnamon buns and of course, for listening.âÂ
Toji only hummed in acknowledgement.
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The ride home was spent surrounded by the sounds of muffled radio chatter, ever so slightly noticeable with the engine of the truck at a constant thrum. The sun surprisingly hadn't gone down yet as it typically would have on any other winter day and you made sure to thank your lucky stars for those few more minutes of sunlight.
On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel sad. You didn't want the day to end yet, especially not when progress had been made between the two of you. Then it hit you, progress had been made. While you didn't actually confront him about what had transpired on that faithless day, it was still worth celebrating.Â
Baby steps are still steps after all.Â
And the more you thought about it, it began to occur to you that todayâŚtoday kinda felt like a date. In a messed up sense. To others this would've been a failure of a day, but to you? You were elated.
âMaybe now's my chance to talk to him about what happened back then.â
Sitting up just a little bit straighter in your seat, you turned your head to face Toji, contemplating on the right words to say to him. Just when you were on the verge of starting your sentence, Tojiâs phone suddenly began to ring, vibrating atop the center console.Â
Without bothering to check who was calling him, Toji answered the phone, putting it on speaker. Nothing to be worried about anyway, probably some scammer giving Toji his routine call.
âYo, whatâs up?â
Without a second to waste, a feminine voice practically cried from the other end.
âTojiiii, baby itâs been so long, when are you coming over?? You know I miss you-âÂ
Before this unknown lady could hope to finish her sentence, she was abruptly hung up onâcourtesy of Tojis hand flying to take the call off speaker, fumbling for a good second only to ultimately end the call for good measure.
Clearing his throat, Toji continued to keep his eyes focused on the road ahead. Can't be having you both end up in a car crash right?Â
âSorry about that, that was⌠just one of my old close friends.â
âUh huh. Yaâll must've been real close.â
Toji ignored the snark.
âAnyways, go ahead, what were you saying?âÂ
âIâŚwasnât saying anything.â
Thankfully the call was received just minutes short of arriving at your home. Pulling into the driveway, the truck on neutral, you waited a few seconds to see if Toji would say anything more. He didnât.
Holding back a shaky sigh, you unbuckle your seatbelt and exited the vehicle, opening the passenger side to pick up the bags of decor that you went to buy in the first place.
âWait, let me help ya out-â Toji last minutely interjected as he turned his body over in his seat to face you.
âNo need. I already got it.â Picking up the last bag (thankfully they werenât very heavy), you slammed the passenger door shut. You contemplated giving Toji a proper farewell bidding but with the way you were feeling right now? You didnât want him to see the ache painted in your eyes. Instead, you continued walking down the shoveled path and up the steps to your house, fishing the keys out from your keychain and unlocking the door, closing it behind you.
Kicking your shoes off and slipping some slippers onto your feet, you laid the bags over the kitchen counter letting whoever discovered them first deal with the contents inside as you made your way up the stairs to your room, plopping onto your bed face first.
You nearly teared up at your own naivety.
Holy shit. âIâm so stupid.â Was all you could think of as the booty call Toji had received replayed in your mind. This wasnât any new information on Toji that you hadnât already known about yet it hurt so bad.Â
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On the other hand, Toji couldnât help but feel the same way. When he saw you safely get back into your home, he shifted gears to reverse, pulling out the driveway and driving back to his own place.Â
Closing his eyes for a moment, he pulled out his phone from the cup holder it fell into amidst his struggle to end the call earlier and proceeded to call them back.
One ring was all it took for them to answer, and one second was all it took for Toji to cut them off before they could say anything more.
âDonât fuckinâ call me again, understand? Good. Now, fuck off.â Hanging up before she could respond or attempt to call back like an idiot, he blocked her.
Letting out a rather loud groan of irritation, he gripped the steering wheel with both hands in indignation, letting his head fall as he could feel a headache coming on.
âFuck.â
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Laying on your bed disappointed, you curled up thinking about the events that transpired earlier. The whole trip felt like an actual dateâup until that call anyway. It was probably the worst way the day could have ended. Your bad luck was unimaginable.
âI need to find myself a four leaf clover or something at this pointâŚâ
Honestly, you didn't want to get out of bed. You wanted to lay down and wilt like a flower that never gets any sunlight. Stuffing your face into your arm, it occured to you that you were still wearing Tojiâs jacket.Â
âMaybe I should stop trying to go after someone whoâll never like me backâŚâ You mumbled to yourself, sitting up and throwing the coat towards the nearest chair it could land on.
Were you really this delusional? You saw the way he was looking at youâyou shook your head, trying not to overthink it.Â
âI guess I had the wrong idea.â
Feeling defeated, you knew if you wanted to continue moping about this, youâd have to do it after a shower; lest you end up skipping your skincare routine leaving you with another thing to sulk about.
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You couldnât sleep.
Restless, you tossed and turned trying to find that sweet spot that would have you suddenly waking up to the birds singing. Come the fuck on..! I just want to sleep, dammit!
Grunting, it seemed no matter where you tried to place yourself within the comfort of your sheets and plethora of pillows engulfing you, you just couldnât seem to knock yourself out.
Only one option left.
Slipping a hand underneath the blanket, you let your fingers wander across your skin. Giving each of your tits a soft squeeze under your shirt as you slowly began to relax, sighing in content at a teasing roll of your bud, slowly hardening at your touch.Â
Growing tired of the teasing and beginning to feel heavy with need, you ran a finger down your panties, keeping it firmly pressed against your slit as you slowly raised your hips up and down in tandem with your middle finger, rubbing yourself over the cotton material. You could feel yourself getting hotter, wetter. A small, sticky patch of your own arousal seeping through the garment as you finally had enough, moving your panties to the side and making contact with your sickened clit. You wasted no time in parting your lips with your pinky and index, and letting both your middle and ring finger draw tight circles over your bundle of nerves. Immediately settling into a steady rhythm that was sure to have you quickly coming undone.Â
As your breathing picked up, so did the small whimpers escaping through your lips. You tried your best to stay as quiet as possible, but fuck was it hard when all you wanted to do was mewl out a certain someones name, imagining it was him playing with your pussy like this.Â
Toji.Â
Even just sounding his name out in your head had you bucking your hips against the friction you were creating. His large, warm hand stuffed down your panties, and cupping your pussy from behind while rubbing at the entire expanse of your puffy cunt messily. Fast. Drenching his palm in your juices. Wondering what it'd feel like to have his long, fat fingers plunge into you as your own currently probes at your clenching hole, dipping in slightly only to take it back out. It didn't feelâwouldn't feel nearly as good unless it were his.Â
You felt so close. Your fingers were starting to ache as you exerted them, moving it against your swollen clit quicker than before. It started to hurt, but the feeling of adrenaline rushing through you to finish made your brain block it out, replacing it with the endorphins of white hot pleasure that you anticipated to burst at any minute now.Â
You clamped your legs around your hand, curling into your side like a ball. You wanted to stop, it was too much. But you were so fucking close. Your shaky whines were no longer being held back, eyes squeezed shut and the side of your face pressed against your pillow muffling it as best you could to prevent it from being heard outside.Â
Just a little moreâŚ
Come on come on come on..! Your hand wouldn't stop unless your body reached its peak, only increasing in its pace. Holding your breath, the sound of your palpating heart was deafening as you continued letting out harsh pants.
You felt the familiar feeling of your lower abdomen tightening, coiling up and finally bursting like a dam. Your toes curled up as you threw your head back further into the pillow, unable to stop the sudden cry of Tojiâs name that accidentally slipped out from your parched mouth at the pressure of your orgasm rushing over you like a tidal wave.
Before you could bask in your post orgasmic bliss, Toji bursts through your door. The fucking man himself. In the flesh..?
In a panic, you pull your stiff hand away from between your legs as if it were scalding hot oil, grasping the blanket up towards your chin to cover what youâd just been essentially caught doing.
âHeard you screaminâ my name out, sweetheart.âÂ
Youâd think any normal reaction to being intruded on by the person you were just fantasizing about would be to first ask some questionsâyet there you laid calm as a cucumber, watching as he inched closer to you.
Toji smirked. âDonât start gettinâ all shy on me now. Let me hear you scream my name again for me.â Â
You donât know how he got to you so quickly but Toji was already slipping his hand under the covers towards your pussy, finding it slick and sticky from your high, smearing it all over as he ran his fingers up and down your sensitive slit.Â
Retracting his hand back from underneath, he relished in the way your arousal stuck to his fingers like a spider's web as he spread them out, glistening against the soft lighting of your suddenly oddly hazy looking room.
Fueled with newfound urgency, Toji threw the covers off of you, yanking your body up to stand on the floor as you both made your way towards your vanity, back hitting the edge of it as you steadied yourself against Toji's chest. It was all moving too quickly. Too fast. Before you could stop to process your surroundings properly, Tojiâs large hand hastily groped your tits as his other fingers that were touching on your pussy earlier prodded at your mouth to open. Without a word, you wrapped your lips around them like a good girl, suckingâtasting yourself before he removed them in order to turn you around.Â
Just then, you realized you both were naked as Toji lifted one of your legs up onto the vanity, dragging his wet fingers over his cock as he moved to align it with your dripping hole. You couldn't form a thought. As if on autopilot. Only the unbridled, desperate need to have Toji in you remained. Â
No. Scratch that. You felt your own thoughts before you could form them, as if it werenât your own. It definitely was though. You donât think anyone could too how fucking badly you wanted this man. Now he was finally about to fuck you? You may as well have been the luckiest woman on planet earth.
And as you begin to feel the sensation of Toji's cock about to enter youâconfirming that notion, the door to your room bursts open again.
Wait.
âWake up.â
What? Â
âWake up!â
Is that my fucking cat talking!?
âWAKE UP!â
Groggily opening your eyes, you're met with early winter sun seeping through your thin curtains, casting a hazy glow into your room. You hear birds singing.
âWhat the hell was thatâŚâ Stretching the sleep out of your limbs, you noticed your hand was still situated inside your panties.Â
You closed your eyes, trying to recall your dream. âSo half of that was real?â Well, up until Toji bursted into your room, you suppose. And when your cat spoke up telling you to wake the fuck up.Â
Ugh.
Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, leaning over the bedside to pull your diary sitting on your nightstand towards your lap. You had to write this shit down.Â
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After jotting down as much as you could recall from the dream without mixing it up with what you were actually getting up to in real life, you left the diary on the same vanity dream version Toji almost dicked you down on.Â
Throughout the day, you couldnât stop thinking about Toji. Hell, your feelings for him increased tenfold just from that measly dream alone. You don't know if it's solely your dreams doing that made you feel like you suddenly had a genuine chance with him but fuck it.Â
You thought about the events of yesterday and recalled when he grasped your thigh. That couldnât have just been nothing right? The way he eyed your lips too as you licked icing off them. He didn't think you noticed, but you did. Of course you did. It was on purpose after all.Â
And the icing on the cake? When you brought up his son, Megumi. You didn't want to assume anything but you could've sworn you sensed jealousy swimming in those green eyes of his. How ironic.
Shit, maybe you do have a chance with Toji after all. All he needs is a little push.
With all the evidence stacked up in your favor, you knew you had to devise a plan.
A plan on how to seduce your neighbor.
You giggled to yourself.Â
âMama chose a thought daughter.â
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