#FILED UNDER ── I N T E R A C T I O N S

[bejiayi]

━━ non-event starter◞ supernatural.· ( @beseira )

jiayi stirs in the syrup that's settled at the bottom of her drink as she watches the door to the right of her. she glances over to the drink that's set across from her, hoping that the other girl's drink hasn't gone bad yet.

'what do you want? it's my treat! i'll order it for you if i get there too early.'

the quaint atmosphere of the cafe feels like the perfect place for a catch-up brunch. well, it hasn't really been that long since the two were in close proximity with each other. not much to catch up on from the past two weeks but rather things to catch up on from the past few years.

the next ding catches her eye and she glances up. a smile crosses her lips and she waves to seira who's just walked in, signaling the other girl to come and sit at the table.

"i hope it's still good," she motions towards the drink when seira is in range. "i got what you asked but if they made it wrong let me know and i'll give them a piece of my mind. i've only been sitting for five minutes and my drink is already getting melty," jiayi complains, rolling her eyes.

[behyeran]

━━ halloween market◞ ghost of a chance.·( @beclaudine )

hyeran walks throughout the streets like a ghost. going at this alone was a bad idea at best as she finds herself overstimulated and drained by the people buzzing about around her. indeed, she's quite the debbie downer with too much on her mind and not enough energy to participate in the festivities.

the shop lights catch her eye, each one decorated for the season. it's nice and hyeran wonders whether her mother will let her decorate their apartment if she brings home a few trinkets. a fake pumpkin or a spooky garland would look nice near their fireplace.

there's a clearing in the crowd and she notices a girl taking a selfie. she's dressed properly for the occasion, and hyeran can't help but smile. her legs, seemingly having a mind of their own, walk to approach the other. she makes herself known with a wave, hoping the girl is friendly enough to hear her out.

"i saw noticed were taking a selfie," she mentions casually. "do you want me to take a picture of you with your whole outfit? you look so good, it'd be a waste if you didn't get any pictures of it tonight."  

[bejiayi]

”i understand. i think, for me at least, it depends on my mood!” she tells chaerin. “last year i dressed up a bit more. really, though, it was because my dance crew went busking in costume,” jiayi laughs. “it was hard. i remember almost tripping on my dress because it was so heavy,” she sighs, recalling the memory. “but honestly?” she raises a brow, looking around making sure there was no one important around to hear this next part. “what’s the point of dressing up here? like, who are we trying to impress?” she still whispers her words, trying to ensure she doesn’t get in any trouble.

“i bet you still looked cute, though,” she smiles at chaerin. “kiki might be low effort, but what else were you going to wear? her bow is like, iconic. there’s not much else to outfit, honestly.”

“i like the spooky bats,” she points at some of the bat decorations posted along the walls. “wait, aren’t we supposed to be trick-or-treating?” jiayi crosses her arms, brows furrowing. “is it mandatory?” she laughs, waiting for chaerin’s response.

"yeah, i could never fully immerse in the whole halloween spirit. it was a nice day to get out and whatever, but i wasn't too into the dressing up thing," she admits with a shrug. her friends have dragged her to halloween parties before, but she just never got the excitement around them. plus, the streets were always packed around this time of the year, and she didn't enjoy that much either.

"i tried my best with this last-minute costume as well. i didn't feel like going all out. though, i guess last year, i also put a red ribbon in my hair and convinced everybody that i was kiki from kiki's delivery service." her low-effort outfits were probably laughable, but it was the most effort she was willing to put in.

she nodded in agreement at jiayi's words before taking a look around the room. there were definitely a few people who were more into it than she was, and she actually found it pretty admirable. "they really went all out with the decorations, that's for sure."

[bejiayi]

━━ choreography for all workshop◞ pop lock and drop it.· ( @bexstevie )

this time around, there was a very specific workshop that caught jiayi's eye. ever since becoming a trainee, she's been itching to work on her more creative side. even though she dances nearly 24/7 now ( the perks of being the captain of a small crew and a trainee at a large entertainment conglomerate ) she wants more.

"isn't this exciting?" she asks stevie in-between stretches. "i was hoping they would offer something like this!" jiayi hums, twisting so that her lower back pops. "i heard they were bringing in some famous choreographers. do you think lia kim will show up? i've always wanted to meet her ever since i found out about her studio online."

[behyeran]

━━ waterbomb 2024◞ see that?.· ( @noelxbe )

getting lost in the crowd wasn't how she pictured spending her time at the festival. hyeran finds herself abandoned, irritated, at her friends. cell service is apparently a joke here. there's no one she can call and can only hope to magically meet up with them at the next stage.

she ponders her options, eyes glued to her phone as she walks through the crowd. her shoulder brushes up against someone else's and hyeran unceremoniously falls to the ground. she's cushioned by the grass at least, but she finds herself still feeling sore after the collision.

"sorry," she calls up to the stranger, starting to push herself off the ground. "my fault! i can be pretty clumsy sometimes."

[necroixe]

Js realized I never posted this guy but I have ocs other than Nico I swear lmaoo

This is Noah, formerly known as Micah Vance before he got fucked over by slender man as they all do and ws hit with a healthy dose of cloud strife style retrograde amnesia + identity theft.

Full character file and details under the cut! Be warned– it’s LONG:

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‘ ‘ did you say something, what’d you say?... ‘ ‘

‘ ‘ was that your voice, or was that me? ‘ ‘

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N A M E

Noah Rivers

A L I A S

The ghost

A G E

22

G E N D E R

Male, he/him

S E X

Male

Noah is a human operator proxy.

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"I've never been fucking scared of you," He snapped, and Noah grabbed his jaw.

"I've always hated that."

"What?"

"How often you lie through your fucking teeth."

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A P P E A R A N C E

The most notable thing about Noah is his mask. It's drawn over crudely with charcoal, smudged all over, black around the eyes, the nose, the mouth. But the features are visible. The nose is sharp and angular, and the lips are drawn in a thin line. He wears it so often it's more like his face than his actual face. The only time he takes it off is when he's asleep, and sometimes not even then. His actual face, the one under the mask, has a scar that drags from above his right eyebrow down across his nose to his left jawline. His face is slim, angular, edges hazy against a monochromatic color scheme. The structure of his face is proportionate but it’s usually frowning, brows furrowed, mouth cut into a scowl. His features look like they were cut from alabaster or marble. Would’ve been pretty, maybe, in another universe. His eyes should've been black, but one of them is blinded, grayed over, and the other seems perpetually suited for low light. They are upturned, half lidded at a default and followed by bags, lines, and dark circles. They look bruised or dusky in color. He's bad with bright lights. He has black hair, cut choppy and messy, like he did it himself. His skin is so pale it's almost a sort of gray, the kind that suggests he doesn't see sun often. Lips chapped and dry, always cracked and bleeding, same with his hands, long black nails he likes painting for a reason he can't fully explain. They make his already slender fingers appear longer than they are. Almost clawlike. Noah is thin. He's tall, taller than he remembers, standing at 5’11”. He's built like an alley cat, all sinew and muscle, sharp shoulders, sharp bones. Scars all over his body. Some are new, from fights, other's he's had before he can remember in odd, purposeful places.

V O I C E

Baritone

Rough, and unused. When speaking his voice is barely above a whisper. He’s one of those people with a voice so low you have to lean in to listen. There’s an edge to his tone, a slight southern drawl. Sometimes the things he says sound more like they’re coming from a machine than a person. His voice is muffled when it’s under the mask, he compensates by being slightly louder.

S C E N T

His scent isn’t something that’s easy to pinpoint. It’s almost sterile, but not hospital sterile. He kind of smells like the woods.

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‘ ‘ how many times did i tell you

before it finally got through? ‘ ‘

‘ ‘ you lose. ‘ ‘

‘ ‘ you lose. ‘ ‘

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C O M B A T

Noah has heightened strength and speed, but he’s still human. A human that ignores the capabilities of his own body, but human nonetheless. He’s a skilled fighter, can hold his own against nearly anyone when weapons aren’t involved. He doesn’t like knives. Helpless with them, helpless against them. Noah is a firearms sort of guy. Always has a gun on him, either a pistol, or when he’s hunting he has a rifle. He’s interesting during fights. A textbook masochist. Pain doesn’t elicit the same reaction from him as it would for most other people. At best, he’ll ignore it, at worst, he’s drunk on it.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Noah doesn’t remember much about his life before meeting the operator, if anything. There are glimpses of a history that doesn’t feel like his in the back of his mind, or when he’s half asleep, or when his brain turns off and he isn’t really thinking. Those are his favorite moments. Where he can pretend he isn’t himself. He’s a murderer. He’s quiet, and secretive, and temperamental. What might’ve at one point been a charming persona, dulled and narrowed itself down to a chassis unrecognizable to people who knew him when he was younger. He’s quick to anger. Restless when things are calm, and when he feels alright. He’s never actively antagonistic, but he doesn’t like other people, and his skin itches for instability. He can never hold down a relationship. Of any kind, platonic, romantic. Always ends up ruining it somehow. And he likes it that way. He doesn’t even know why he’s so angry, he just is. His internal world is indecipherable, even to him. He’s constantly mixing things up, getting things wrong, getting distracted, forgetting things. Which is strange, because in the abstract he’s intelligent. There are moments where it seems like he’s lucid, and he’s calm, easy going, likable, even. He has a dry sense of humor that on boys like him feel more charismatic than it actually is. But the neuroticism always comes back eventually. He isn’t Noah without the neuroticism. Maybe he isn’t Noah at all.

B A C K S T O R Y

He isn't. He grew up as a boy named Micah. A different person, honestly. Relatively normal, all things considered. Had parents, friends, a boyfriend, people that cared about him. A trajectory that should’ve been normal. He would’ve graduated highschool, gone to college, him and his boyfriend would break up and he’d marry a girl, or they wouldn’t and they’d end up together only to divorce later, or something. He thought domestic bliss was a stupid concept. Would give anything for it now.

The operator in his hometown was a story you told to kids. They called him the thin man. Micah and his friends would play in the woods on the outskirts of Haven, hunt for bird eggs, mark fake trails, the woods were sparse enough to not really worry about getting lost or losing each other, you could walk in any direction and reach a clearing in half an hour, or so, until you reached the deepwood, but no one went in there. Not even him. Haven was famous for having people go into that part of the woods and never come out. They said it’s because it was so disorienting, that you could walk in without even realizing it, and before you know it all the branches look the same and you can’t see a path. But when he was nineteen he went in. And he met the reason why no one ever really left those woods.

The concept of a proxy was weird to him. Someone that worked for an invisible force of nature you couldn’t see, but you could feel, and Micah felt him in the form of thick static at the back of his neck. Then again, he was drugged the entire time. It might’ve been that. The man who’d kidnapped him was named Noah. He was older, had a limp, a face he covered up by some sort of mask. Micah couldn’t remember. But he remembered his hands. They were unstable, shook constantly, leathery skin, or maybe gloves. Felt like fire. He remembered the way they’d palpitate when he took a blade, dragged it down his face, or somewhere else on his body. And this man, Micah would think to himself in a sedated haze, would use those hands to kill him. There was no universe where he got out of here in one piece.

The brain does fascinating things under extreme trauma. Noah would’ve made a brilliant psychiatrist in the 50s, because he’d triggered an artificial disassociation in Micah that helped him survive the ordeal at all. Mind over matter, he’d think, over, and over, and over, mind over matter. If he liked how much it hurt it wouldn’t be so bad. He’d make himself like it. If he missed home, his boyfriend’s stupid face so much he wanted to die, he’d tell himself he didn’t miss any of it at all. Where was he now? They’d gotten into a fight the last time he remembered, he wasn’t looking for him, wouldn’t save him, it was a waste of energy he didn’t have the luxury to sacrifice. The sedative helped. He didn’t know what it was. Some sort of depressant. His mind reeled, ran, sludged, brain into liquid. He wondered if Noah did this to everyone. Whatever that static was, it never shut up. A constant, ear grating buzz. Red noise. He’d get sick, Noah would laugh at him. He hated Noah. Hated Noah’s voice, his shaking hands, the smug sort of way he’d talk to him like he’d already won, like he’d already killed him. And he really should’ve. Noah was arrogant. Didn’t think he needed a gun for him, even though he had dozens lining the wall of his basement, an arsenal. And he didn’t. It wouldn’t have been difficult to kill someone locked to a chair and half awake. He was just an idiot. Let Micah slip out, let him kill him. His death was anticlimactic. A face pumped full of lead, features torn asunder. But the static was too loud all of a sudden, and he was nauseous, and his vision dimmed.

The amnesia paired itself with some delusion disorder, courtesy of the operator, he’d realize. He didn’t recognize his face, or his body, a perpetual state of psychosis, of dysphoria. Noah was the strongest thing in his mind. The last thing he really remembered. Maybe that’s why he latched onto the name. The memory of him. Or a voice he didn’t recognize told him it was him, that it was the only thing he made sense. This was Noah’s cabin, he recognized it, recognized the rooms, the temperature, the basement, the bloody, empty spot on the floor where something should’ve been. And then Noah’s cabin turned into his cabin. Noah’s mind turned into his mind. Some things scared him. He didn’t understand why his hands didn’t shake anymore, why he couldn’t stand to see his own face. But he clings to anything familiar. The thin man is familiar. He does what it tells him to.

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“you had no right to kill him.”

A voice said, from nowhere and everywhere all at once, register so alien and low it made his heart flatten to the pit of his stomach.

“a life for a life. your kind values equivocal exchange, no?”

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[behyeran]

"really?" she asks, resuming her search through the racks. minsoo's point seems to be proven, however, as hyeran notices the problem she's been having with all the costumes, why she's been turning her nose up to them. "never mind, i see what you mean," she says sighing when she comes across an outfit that's seemingly just a corset top. "half of these look like they don't have pants; i'm not sure why i hadn't noticed until now."

she listens to all the options he gives her, but hyeran is starting to feel defeated. she tries to divert the attention from herself to her companion, trying to ensure he finds a costume before her.

"race car driver?" her arms cross and she looks over at minsoo to see what he's picked out. "i wonder if we could find you a vintage jacket if that's what you're set on for halloween? it'd be better quality than whatever all these outfits are made out of, i'm sure."

"is it the trend to dress up like vegetables and fruits? i'm pretty sure i've seen a lot of banana costumes on social media recently."

"doesn't hurt to ask," minsoo says under his breath, laughing at the blunt reaction. he expected nothing else from hyeran though, and it makes sense that she'd stay true to herself during the holiday - no special excuses to erm, ham it up, he supposes. "i mean, if we dress something up as blatantly not couple-y, i am sure people will understand that we aren't. but i get it, i'm sure there's others who are going too. big group costume... not revealing. surprisingly, i think that limits us to about 25% of the shop when it comes to female costumes, so its either going to be a big good luck, or dress up as a nun, maybe. don't worry, i won't go matchy-matchy on you for that."

one of the guys was hosting a party that minsoo was probably going to attend, but at this point maybe he could just pretend to be a lookism character or something-. ordinary, ordinary. generic. effort-less. "animal ears, heavier makeup than usual, cute." minsoo holds out a vampire costume. "one among many, but you could make yourself super glamorous and enhance the ice princess vibes." not that he's implying anything, and he goes through the other costumes, taking a detour to look at the male costumes. harry potter was so boring, and there were so many superheroes. ah yes, one of 10 other spider-men, cool. but he'd rather not be masked up anyway. "oh i could be a racecar driver, that doesn't sound like trash..." he tries to sift through some of the sizes to see if there was one that fit him. oh god, the way he actually felt excited about it. he hadn't expected that, but he did want to look decent.

"i didn't realize there'd be so many joke costumes. who really wants to be an eggplant?"

[raindduks]

earned it

p a i r i n g :: toji x reader

g e n r e :: smut, pwp, afab reader

w a r n i n g s :: slight primal play, slight dub-con, being robbed, mentions of gun violence, minimal police, toji likes to bite

s u m m a r y :: It was supposed to be a normal day. A normal day, with a normal, boring trip to the bank.

How the hell did you end up in the back of a bank robbers car with his head between your thighs?

w o r d  c o u n t :: 5.2k

a / n :: cross posted on ao3, ive never written smut before so please go easy on me. if you've seen a fic similar to this, a friend and i used the same idea to create two fics (tho i think hers is only on ao3).

m i n o r s d n i

Today wasn’t supposed to go like this. 

You were just supposed to grab some money from the bank to pay a couple bills, head home, maybe grab yourself an iced coffee on the way back. Work a bit. Shower? Hell, maybe you’d finally open that nice bottle of Pinot Noir you got for your birthday. 

“Don’t look so scared, sweetheart.” 

The cold tip of a gun presses harder against your ribcage, its owner leaning over you in such a fashion to hide it. His arm drapes over your shoulder, whispers falling in hot breaths on your ear. The pair of you take a step forward. The teller is focused on another customer currently; you don’t think she’s noticed your predicament quite yet.  

“You gotta look at least somewhat happy about this, or else the teller won’t cough up the cash.” He leans in further, squeezing you to his side. “If that happens, well.. You certainly won’t be leaving here alive.”

Deep breaths. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes, threatening to destroy this whole charade in an instant. You don’t doubt the credibility of his threat. This man is clearly confident that this ridiculous idea for a robbery would work to begin with - seriously, in broad daylight, no mask, in a skin-tight black t-shirt and baggy jacket - why wouldn’t he be willing to cut down a few people in his way? No need to ponder it further as your ‘companion’ wipes at your eye. A surprisingly tender gesture, all things considered. 

“Awh, am I really that bad?”

Does he want an actual answer? 

It doesn’t matter now, it’s your turn at the desk. 

“Hi, how can I help you today?”

You force on the best smile you can manage, trying to keep your voice light and gentle. 

“I’d like to make a withdrawal, please.” The teller doesn’t make any indication that anything is awry. 

“Certainly. I’ll need your card and ID please. Which account did you want to withdraw from?”

Your companion steps in as you pull out your ID and card to hand over. “Savings please. We’re headed out on our honeymoon and wanted to make sure we had everything for the trip.” You nod, sliding the cards across the countertop.

The teller’s smile falters just a bit, but you’re hoping he sees it as some sort of surprise at being addressed by someone else, rather than the obvious. She continues with a small huff, “Well, I will need confirmation from the account holder after I make a copy of the ID. It seems the ID we have on file has expired, so I’ll have to make a new one for our system. It shouldn’t take more than a moment. ” Before either of you can protest, she’s turned away and headed for the scanner behind her. 

Toji - you think that’s his name, he mentioned it briefly when he cornered you outside and threatened you - leans in. The gun presses almost under your rib cage at this angle. “You’re gonna have to ask about the unmarked bills. I don’t think she’s buying this whole honeymoon bit.” The teller still has her back to you, working on scanning your ID. You can’t see her hands at all. 

She’s all smiles when she returns to the counter. She hands you your ID and card, but keeps her hands on the countertop. She makes eye-contact with Toji. 

“Alright, how much would you like to withdraw?”

He answers before you can. “All of it.”

“Please.” You chime in - “And can we, uh, can we get that in unmarked bills? The vacation is…international.”

You hesitated in your lie. The smile falters - both hers and yours. 

“Of course. I’ll get right on that.”

The teller leaves again, this time to grab the cash presumably. She’s gone off to another part of the bank. You want to relax, but you aren’t alone here. Toji keeps the gun pressed against your ribs - he must be practiced at this, considering how long he’s kept it up - and lets his lips ghost the outer shell of your ear. 

“Be more confident next time. We gotta look like a normal, happy couple here.”

You don’t tell him that most normal people don’t ask for unmarked bills in any situation. It’s practically the biggest red flag you could give at a bank besides actually pointing a gun at the teller.

 “Ya know, I don’t really like one-sided conversations doll. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” His voice is light as ever, casual even.  Conversing with the person robbing you of all you have isn’t exactly what most normal people do either. Maybe you aren’t destined to have a normal day. Who are you kidding, any chance of that disappeared when you decided to go to the bank. 

“There’s not… a lot going on in my head right now. Besides the obvious.”

“The obvious?”

“Not dying.” You don’t know what gave you the gall to say some stupid shit like that until he chuckles. It’s not loud, but it sits deep enough in his chest to make him ease up on the pressure of the gun against you.

“‘Course. The obvious. Anything else? I’m looking forward to our ‘honeymoon’.”

This time you turn to actually look at him. You hadn’t gotten a good look at him when you first encountered him, a little too preoccupied by the gun pointed in your face. He’s quite attractive, with green eyes and shaggy black hair. The scar over his lip is still somehow eye-catching, and you aren’t sure you want to know where he got it from. 

You ask anyway. 

“Where’d you get that scar from?”

He seems almost surprised, which is fair. You aren’t sure you have any sense of self-preservation left. He considers your question for a second before just smirking and responding  - “It’s a long story.”

The teller re-enters your line of sight.

“Looks like our friend is back.” He whispers, continuing much louder when the teller returns to the counter. It’s only been a couple of minutes, but still you feel like she’s been gone much longer. “All done? We’re in a bit of a rush.”

She hands you at least four envelopes filled to the brim with bills. “Of course sir. I hope the two of you have a lovely honeymoon.” You are actually kinda impressed your savings managed to fill up such space. Simultaneously, it hurts knowing all that work will be gone as soon as you walk out of the building. Toji grabs the money from you, stuffing it in the pockets in his oversized pants. 

“Thanks, you’ve been a big help doll.”

You can’t tell who he’s addressing. 

The pair of you walk out of the bank, and towards the parked cars. 

“You did good back there sweetheart. Now you know the rules, you can’t tell anyone about what happened here tonight, clear?”

“Crystal.”

It’s almost over. This nightmare can end. 

And then you hear the sirens. 

They’re far enough off to not be an immediate threat, but you’re working ona very limited time frame now. Toji doesn’t hesitate as he practically throws you into the backseat of his car.  “Guess you and I are goin’ for a little ride.”

“Wait-!” The doors are closed before you can get a word in edgewise. He’s inserted himself in the front seat and started reversing out as you right yourself in the backseat. The sirens sound closer and he speeds off towards the highway as a couple of cop cars round the corner. 

The chase is on. Toji doesn’t seem phased, weaving in and out of traffic with practiced ease. You, on the other hand, are being tossed around in the backseat as he swerves, struggling to get your seatbelt on. The two of you make it to the service road unscathed, four cars hot on your tail. The sirens have made traffic practically grind to a halt, drastically slowing your progress. Groups of cars block your path, and road spikes make entering the highway nearly impossible. 

“Hold on princess, we’re taking a shortcut.”

You frantically grab the door handle, trying to keep yourself stationary as he jumps the curb to get around a roadblock. A car comes barrelling straight at you as you finally manage to secure your seatbelt. It’s not a direct collision - barely knicks the back bumper - but it’s enough to smack your head against the window. 

Hard. 

By the time you come to, it’s dark outside and you’re far, far out of town. 

“What the hell… Hey, where are we? Weren’t we being chased by cops?”

Toji looks at you in the rearview mirror, a smirk pulling at the edges of his scar. 

“Have a nice nap sweetheart?” He immediately pulls off onto the side of the road. You suppose you’re lucky he didn’t dump you sooner. He opens the driver door and hauls himself out of the front seat. 

“Stellar, thanks for... asking. Hey. Hey! Where the hell are we? What’s going on?” Unfastening your seatbelt, you try to scramble away as he walks around the car to the far door - the one facing away from the street. A hand closes around your ankle, and with a hard yank, you are flat on your back staring up at the man now blocking your best route for escape. 

“Does it really matter? I have no more use of you. So your time is up.” He’s planted one forearm on the top of the doorframe. Moonlight spills in behind him, highlighting the outer corners of his face. Radiant light from the tail lights leaves his left side illuminated in red.

“You’re just going to leave me here?!” You pull yourself onto your elbows, slightly ashamed of the heat that spiked in your gut from being manhandled.

“What’d you expect, doll?” He holds onto the edge of the frame as he leans in, planting an arm right next to your head. “Didja think you’d that I’d just drop ya off somewhere you’d be sure to get back safely? Leave a witness behind?” His eyes are wide open, opposed to the somewhat droopy look they’ve had up until this point. You can’t bring yourself to look away.

“I-I-No-I just -” Your face flushes at his proximity. If he wanted to kill you he would’ve done it a long time ago. He’s had ample chances - shooting you after he got the money or throwing you out of the car while possibly concussed, just to name a couple. If he truly wanted to kill you, and he waited until you thought you were safe to do so - then he would be truly evil. The idea of accidentally smartass-ing your way into an early grave has you tongue-tied.

Toji laughs. It’s not a pleasant sound, full of malice and mockery. He leans back a bit, eyes returning to their normal, aloof state as he takes a slow, considering look down your body. Your skin burns wherever his gaze passes over. You’re acutely aware of how this position makes your chest more prominent, how your legs are spread on either side of his on the outside of the car, how the heat from before never really went away but has instead continued to grow throughout this interaction. 

“Well, since you’ve been so good this far, I’ll be nice. Leave you a little somethin’ to remember me by.”

He lets go of the hood, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you upright into a brutal kiss. He bites at your lower lip, and you gasp. His tongue is long and presses into your mouth at the opportunity. He tastes like mint gum - he must’ve had some while you were out. Your arms find purchase on his shoulders, digging your fingers into his hair. Toji’s hand is warm on your lower back, pressing you up against his chest. 

Toji pulls away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting the two of you for a second before he dives towards the crook of your neck. His lips press against your pulse, teeth briefly nicking the skin there, a spark of electricity settling just beneath the area. His tongue flattens against your cheek as he licks one broad stripe from your jaw down to your collarbone. Again, he nips at you before retreating just enough to blow on the wet skin. The sudden chill sends a shiver down your spine, amplifying the heat pooling at your core. 

You instinctively attempt to clench your thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction or relief, only to be stopped by his legs between yours. He bites at the base of your throat, sucking a dark bruise into the skin. Nothing about Toji is gentle, and despite the alarm bells sounding in your head at this whole situation - you can’t help the strangled yelp that escapes you. 

You feel his devilish grin before you see it, the air sucked out of the car as he pulls away from his position marking up your neck. You can’t even pretend to ignore the flash of heat running through you at the dangerous spark in his eyes. Fuck the wine at home, you think you could get drunk off the feeling of him looking at you like a predator closing in on their poor, helpless prey. Maybe that wasn’t too far from the truth. 

He runs those hungry eyes over every inch of you, moving his hands to your waist. In one swift motion, Toji yanks you to the edge of the backseat - your lower half almost entirely out of the car. He wastes no time hauling your legs over his shoulders and begins to leave wet, open mouthed kisses up towards your aching cunt, heat from his breath doing nothing to cool down the fire burning in your gut. He mouths over your clothed core a couple of times, piercing eyes not leaving yours for an instant. Running his fingers along the waistline of your pants, he hooks his fingers under just enough to find purchase on both your pants and panties and practically rips them down your legs. 

Toji hovers over you for just a second. The cool night air settling over your exposed sex makes you squirm in his hold, his eyes more chilling than the night itself. In the soft red glow of the tail lights, he makes one more command. 

“Be as loud as you can. There’s no one out here to hear you but me. I don’t want you to hold back.”

He settles further between your legs, elbows on the seat and forearms thrown across your thighs as he positions himself in front of your cunt. Rather than give you what he knows you want just yet, he turns his head and sinks his teeth into the plush skin of your thigh. It hurts - the bite, the chill, the sensation of him sucking at your skin - and you arch up instinctively. Slamming your hands into the seat, you just about scream. Eyes shut, trying and failing to hold back tears. After the initial bite you fall back onto the seat, panting and whining at the continued sensation. You frantically try to tug at his hair, to pull him off of you, while attempting to move out of his iron grip. Truly, those muscles aren’t just for show. He seems almost emboldened by your attempts. 

Satisfied with the dark, defined bite mark on your thigh and the tear trails adorning your cheeks - he turns his attention to your forgotten cunt and buries his face in your pussy, the bridge of his nose nudging at your sensitive bud. It’s sloppy, it’s rough, it’s messy in a sort of perfected, practiced way. Every minute movement sends jolts of arousal up your spine that bury themselves in your stomach. You rock your hips against him as best you can with his arms still pinning you down. He licks a long hot stripe up your cunt, flicking his tongue at the top of the motion. Always one step away from truly sending you over that cliff. 

You think he’s trying to drive you crazy.

“Please…” 

A pathetic whine. You don’t even know what you’re pleading for - more? For him to stop playing around with you? For him to touch you? To play with your empty, empty cunt? More, more, always more. It might be the headache, it might be the man between your thighs, either way you can’t think straight anymore. You need something more. There’s a deep ache twisting inside you - and you’re pretty sure only the dark haired man in front of you can unwind it. 

“Please what? You know how I feel about one-sided conversations sweetheart.”

The words are muffled as he speaks them against your clit. He punctuates by wrapping his lips around the small bud and sucking on it for a brief moment. Your body jolts with each one, hips bucking.

“I need -  I need more… Please…” 

“More? Like…” One arm lays across your lower stomach, elbow under one hip and fingers splayed out across the other. He maintains his iron grip as he runs a single finger down your slit - collecting the juices before dipping one finger into your heat. He pushes up to the third knuckle, taking just a moment before retreating and slowly circling your clit. 

“Like that?”

You nod furiously, propping yourself up on your arms again. “Yes, yes, please more…” You can’t even bother with shame anymore.

He huffs out a chuckle, “Greedy little thing.” Toji returns his mouth to your clit, roughly plunging his finger back into your cunt. Pleasure blossoms through your body, unfurling its flaming tendrils into your muscles. Moans, whines, breathy half-sounds tumble out of your mouth,  your cunt clenching around his finger as he works you open with one finger, and then another that  presses upwards to find that small spongy spot that would bring the stars into the backseat with you.

Toji fucks his fingers into you as he suctions his lips around your sensitive bud. The heat building in your stomach is on the verge of bursting. 

“A-ah, I’m s’close…” You struggle against his hold again, aching to ride his face and fingers to completion. 

But it seems Toji has other plans. 

Almost as soon as those words leave your lips, the black-haired man quickly removes his fingers from your core. The night air hits your sopping cunt, clenching around nothing. You whine - what the hell?! You start to complain about your denied orgasm, but one look at Toji has any frustrated words dying on your lips. 

He looks positively feral. 

The scar over his lips glistens with the combination of spit and your juices. Teeth bared in a manic grin, his canines catching the light ever so slightly before a long, pointed tongue slips out to gather all remnants of you from his lips and fingers. His pupils are blown wide, hair mussed on the sides where it pressed against your thighs. Toji rises back up to his full height, towering over you in the car. You’d forgotten for a moment you should be scared of him. He doesn’t break eye contact. 

Your heart rate picks up significantly, the adrenaline that should’ve been present since he first grabbed you outside the bank finally making its debut. It must show on your face because the crazed look on his face only seems to intensify. What the hell were you doing? This was ridiculous! This man just robbed you of your life savings and here you are letting him eat you out! He could kill you - he still might after he’s finished with you! 

None of these revelations have remotely tempered the sheer arousal coursing through you.

You start to move away from him. Prey realizing too late that they’re already trapped in the predator's jaws. 

“Oh no ya don’t.” He yanks you back towards him by your ankle. “Can’t back out now, doll. That wouldn’t be fun for either of us.” He grabs your arm, hauling you out of the vehicle into the night. You stumble a little as your feet hit the ground. You spot your pants laying a few feet away, acutely aware of your current state of undress compared to his. Toji hardly gives you time to find your footing before pressing his lips against yours once more. You’re more prepared for this kiss this time- pushing your chest against his and winding your arm around his waist. Teeth clashing, lips bruising at the intensity. Before was messy, full of spit and the slightest gentleness. This? This was no less than Toji claiming you as his own. Another treasure to be had, rich lands to be conquered. He towers over you, placing one hand up under your jaw to tilt your head upwards for ease of access. 

He puppets you in the kiss, pushing and pulling as he moves you away from the open door towards the side of the trunk. You chase his lips, trying to keep an idea of where the car is with a hand following the frame. He pulls away once he’s got you up against a more solid section, and with a hand on either hip he spins you to face the car. You don’t have much time to process the sudden move before he presses himself against your back, warmth radiating through the fabric of your top a stark contrast to the cold metal beneath you.

One thick, calloused hand runs up under your shirt towards your chest - the other slowly moving over your hip towards your slick pussy. Toji presses his face against the crook of your neck, breathing over the exposed skin. You feel fully encased in him, a thought both comforting and terrifying. As with everything else, he doesn’t wait. One finger runs up and down your slit, playing once more with your clit while the hand under your shirt pinches your nipples through your bra. It doesn’t take long for small pants and whimpers to fall from your lips again as he works you back up towards that high. 

He presses two fingers back into your velvet cunt, surprisingly gentle as he works you open once more. His other hand unclasps your bra, allowing it to fall forward enough to comfortably take your breast into his hand. His teeth graze your neck and he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You whine, rolling your hips forward against his palm. 

The superheated knot in your core hardly has time to redevelop before he again leaves you empty and aching. You throw your head back, resting the side of your face against his hair. You try to press back against him, whining at the loss of his fingers. 

“Please….”

“Please what? Do you know how to say anything else?” He nips at your jaw, his voice positively dripping with the amusement plastered over his features. 

“Please stop playing and just fuck me already!”

This may not count as smart-assing your way to an early grave but it is certainly close.

Toji grins against your skin - “Greedy.” - and bites at your ear. His hands disappear from your body, but his mouth remains glued to the side of your neck. He sucks a small mark in the skin under your ear. You hear the rustle of fabric as his tongue traces over the bruise and down the curve of your jaw. The next moment he’s pressed back against you, obvious bulge pressed squarely against your ass. You try to reach behind, return just a bit of what he’s given you tonight - but Toji’s hands are already pressing your front down into the side of the trunk. One hooks under your thigh just slightly, spreading your feet apart just so. The cold air brushes like hot fire against your skin as he moves away.

You turn your head to the side, not wanting to take your eyes off of him.

One hand lazily strokes his cock, tall and proud, precum catching the light from the tail lights. He’s immersed in their red glow, raven hair mussed against the night sky. 

“This is what you wanted, right doll?”

You wet your lips ever so slightly. You nod. He tuts. 

“We talked about this.”

“Yes! Yes I-ah-I want this.”

He smirks and presses himself back against you. You feel the head of his cock nudging at your folds, dragging through your slit to gather some of the wetness there. His left hand grips your hip, fingers digging into the plush skin. The head catches ever so slightly on your seeping hole on each drag. Toji continues for only a moment more before positioning himself right against your entrance. 

With a small kiss to the nape of your neck, he pushes in. 

You feel like you’re being split open. He’s much longer than you realized - pressing against your cervix before he’s even bottomed out. The girth is just enough to stretch, filling you so deliciously. You hardly get a moment to adjust before he snaps his hips up into you. He presses his length fully into you with each thrust, pushing you forward with the sheer force behind them. As with everything tonight, his thrusts are rough and calculated. Bruising. Even when he’s mostly out of you, the throbbing sensation of your cervix being battered remains. It takes everything in you to remain upright. You cry out with each thrust, hands frantically trying to keep you steady on the smooth metal. You rock back against him as best you can, further amplifying his already bruising speed. 

The pace steals the air from your lungs, tightening around your core and leaving you panting against the car frame. Every inch of you burns with a passion and intensity you could hardly even fantasize before. The feeling of him stretching you open, the stars faintly twinkling in the distance, the mild ache from your now neglected clit, all burns their way into your muscles, taking up home in your memories. You want to close your eyes. You don’t want to miss the slight contortions of his face as he thrusts up into your slick heat. You need to focus on what you’re feeling. You want to lick at the sweat building at his brow, to inhale him into you. 

God, you are one depraved individual. 

A baser side of you takes over, finally letting your head fall to rest against the metal. A litany of incoherent, half-baked thoughts cross your mind and tumble out of your mouth. The knot in your stomach returns. He repeatedly snaps you back against him, the iron grip on your hips guaranteeing a new set of finger-shaped bruises in the morning. Toji readjusts his angle just slightly - enough to find that spot deep inside that steals your vision from you with each thrust. You choke out a garbled moan, and you miss the unsettling grin of a hunter that’s found its mark. 

He pushes you fully against the car, front resting nearly on top of the trunk with his body pressed firmly against your back. One hand snakes down towards your clit, while the other hooks up under your thigh to allow him full access to your poor abused pussy. He rests his head on your back, right at the curve of your shoulder blade. 

“Come on sweetheart, you’ve been so good for me this far.”

A calloused finger rubs circles on your clit. He nails your g-spot with nearly perfect precision. Your cunt flutters around his cock, the knot building and tightening with his attention.

“Give this to me. Remember this - ” a particularly rough thrust draws a cry from you “ - and who it was that made you feel like this.” He bites down onto the skin at the back of your neck, and combined with the finger on your clit and the thrusts against your cervix you can’t find it in yourself to hold on any longer. You’ve already given so much to him - your money, your body, your self-respect - you might as well give him a permanent home in your mind and fantasies. You think you’d probably give him anything if he asked for it. The tension building in your core finally bursts, flooding your senses with its white hot pleasure. You scream, shaking and clenching around him as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. You lean into the overstimulation, tears streaming down your face as the pleasure wracks through you in bursts. At the top of one of those bursts, Toji groans and snaps your hips back one last time to fully seat himself within you. Hot spurts of cum fill you, so much that it begins to leak out around the base of his cock. 

The two of you don’t move for a moment, allowing the heat to settle and dissipate. Toji rests against you, one hand idly rubbing your side. If you weren’t almost entirely on the trunk you probably would’ve fallen to the ground by now. Every inch of you feels light and unreal. You start to focus on bringing yourself back down to reality; Toji pulls out and moves away from you. The night air on your back is refreshing, giving you something real to grab onto. Once you start thinking too hard about what just happened, you’re flooded with abject shame. 

This man just robbed you of your life savings and… you had (mind-blowing) sex with him?! 

You roll onto your back, groaning at the realization. You are quite possibly the stupidest person to ever exist. Or at least the stupidest one at this exact moment. How the hell were you going to get home? He already said he wasn’t just going to drop you off! Fuck - 

Toji pulls you out of your shame spiral, pressing a bundle of cloth - your pants probably - into your arms. 

“Ah, t-thanks.”

He’s fully dressed already, though it wasn’t like he took off much of his clothing to begin with. There’s a small piece of fabric hanging from his pocket, and you realize with increasing shame that it’s your panties. He notices you eyeing it and only smirks before fully hiding it in his pocket. 

“A souvenir. From our little… honeymoon.” You aren’t willing to focus on that any longer, instead electing to get your own pants on - sans proper undergarments. “Well doll. It was nice knowin’ ya.” 

Oh shit. 

Oh fuck oh shit oh fuck - he’s actually going to kill you now. Your heart races and you brace yourself against the car. You open your mouth, fully prepared to plead your case - I won’t say a word, this never happened, please just let me go - as Toji reaches into his other pocket. You want to cry. This has all been too much. He pulls out an envelope - one of the ones the teller at the bank gave you with your savings inside - and takes out a couple of bills. 

Toji wrenches your hand away from the car, and presses the bills firmly into your palm. He even makes sure to close your fingers around them. 

“Get a cab or somethin’. Don’t want ya wandering around too late. ”

Your mouth opens and shuts a few times, staring dumbly after his figure as he walks around to the driver’s side. You try to process the absolute rollercoaster of emotions that was the past couple of minutes, but by the time you realize what’s happening Toji is already starting the car. You frantically feel your pockets - 

“Hey! W-Wait!”

He doesn’t.

“Wait, jackass! My phone’s in there!”

[toqsiic]

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Helloooo, I am a 22 year old simmer from New Zealand. I have been making sims content for a couple of years now inconsistently. I began on youtube making videos, then came over to tumblr and was posting gameplay and most recently have been creating custom content. Something I have learned about myself from making sims content is I quite often change my mind, so have decided to post whatever I want and what I am enjoying at the time, this goes for my themes and where I post content too. What you can expect from me is custom content, sims builds, gameplay photos, cc finds, and of course answering questions. I am wcif friendly and also love talking to you all. I hope you enjoy my content, and am open to any suggestions or requests. Thank you for stopping by!

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F A Q

How do you pronounce your username?

It is pronounced just like ‘toxic’

What reshade preset do you use?

I use gshade, and as for the preset I am currently using my own preset that is not currently released

Will you post on youtube again?

This is one of my biggest goals, it isn’t possible for me to post currently but I am hoping it will be soon... 

Why do you do early access?

This was a really hard decision. I am a mum of two girls under the age of three and currently stay home with them. If I was working, I would not be able to have time to create cc, so in doing early access I am hoping to be able to help out my family a little bit while doing what I love. The early access period is only 2 weeks and I am so extremely grateful to those who support me with that

Can you upload _____ build from your youtube?

Unfortunately since my youtube days I have lost all of my files and therefore do not have access to any of those builds which breaks my heart. I may recreate them one day!

[bejiayi]

"i agree with you. it's also different than what i had expected. though, i guess i'm not sure what i was supposed to have expected after next gen, " jiayi says, confiding in ara. she's sure there are other people here who were trainees at different companies like she was, but she doesn't know if they've all experienced the same as she has. "i didn't really understand why we were thrown into a workshop so suddenly, i thought there would be sort of . . . " the dancer trails off, biting her lip while looking for the right words. "an adjustment period."

"i'm getting the hand of it though," she tells the other with a smile. "after all, it's kind of sink or swim, you know?" jiayi laughs. "you have to come out of it on top or else," she jokes around with the other, waiting for her to give her take.

"its been...." honest? slight under-exaggeration? don't express the woes? "different from what i expected in some ways, but also what i expected when i thought about what it is to be a trainee. but i guess that might be different under every company, yea." what ara means is, she doesn't know how much she actually is on route with the acting bits, but hey, everyone has to start somewhere.

"how about you? getting the hang of everything?" she's happy that she gets to see her here, and perhaps they could always 'keep up' with each other that way, especially since they'd worked together well, along with friendly competition that kept them on their toes. being a trainee from square one had put a lot into perspective for ara. and it was good to see how far others were, especially the trainees that had been here for a longer time to see where their progress was. of where she could hopefully approach one day.

[bejiayi]

━━ axis halloween party ◞ trick or treat?.· ( @bejoomi )

"how many signatures do you have so far?" she asks joomi, leaning over the table. there's a fire in her eyes and jiayi is hungry to win the unofficial competition. she wants to get the most signatures, is desperate for it.

she pops a pumpkin-shaped pretzel in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully while looking out at all the other trainees mingling. it hasn't been long since the conclusion of next gen and when she got signed but jiayi feels like it was a life time ago, one of her first encounters being with joomi in the cafeteria where he introduced himself.

if he didn't want her to stick around, well, he should have said something by now. jiayi is sure she can be annoying at times with all the questions she asks, but she persists regardless.

"i have four, i think," she mumbles, flipping through the small notebook she brought along with her to count. "wait," jiayi's brows furrows. "maybe three? this looks like just a scribble," she says, trying to hand over her book to joomi so he can take a look.

[strywoven]

@sozokami has requested a story : nora gripped the wrapped book, knowing it probably wasn’t good enough for her. fingers traced the spine under the green shiny wrapping, before she bit down on her lip and knocked on verona’s office. the book, a childhood favorite of herself, though it’s level was far about that the five year old nora who was reading it. 

“ verona, it’s nora. uh- ” nora glanced down, “ i brought you a gift, ” a book written about a small child and a brand new world, a dystopia future tale.

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

❝ Nora , ❞ Pandora greets with his customary grin , ushering her into the penthouse , ❝ I take it you’re here for Ronnie ? ❞  Together they walk , the man resuming his seat on the sleek , white upholstered couch , ❝ Good luck , ❞ He snorts , ❝ Even if it’s the holidays she’s decided to keep herself busy.  She won’t even come out and say hi. ❞  He realizes there’s a r e a s o n ; the holidays were a special time , much as they were a time when unresolved grief tended to push to the surface uninvited for his boss ( he only wishes there was more he could do for her during the season than simply stand out of her way ) .  ❝ Hey , ❞ Calls out to her as she begins walking down the hall towards the Chimera’s in-home office , gloved hand swinging out to point at her retreating backside , ❝ If you manage to speak to her … Try to convince her to come out , yeah ?  She deserves a break. ❞  They all did.

The office is mostly quiet , filled with the sound of shuffling files and scratching pen , interspersed with the occasional , t i r e d sigh ( even chimera’s have their limits , she’d heard once , yet she’ll be damned to prove the point ) .  But there’s never rest for the wicked , or so the saying goes ; work was never really done.  The monotony of sifting through contracts and closures on client files kept her mind busy , kept her preoccupied and distracted from the bigger issue that loomed ‘fore her ; there’s a mourning memory sitting there in one of the unoccupied chairs poised in front of her desk , a fleeting vision of a woman she once-loved / she once-married— A voice rises from the ghost’s dark lips curled into a chagrin smile , you’ll be here working yourself to death , you know.  ❝ I know. ❞  Verona whispers back , pausing to look up , finding the chair ENTIRELY EMPTY .  She closes her eyes , pressing her face into her ink-stained hands , claws pricking at the roots of her spun-gold hair.  Perhaps she d i d need a break if the haunt was returning.

A knock sounds at the door , startling the Chimera out of her stupor.  It’s Nora— And what i m p e c c a b l e timing , too !  Stiffly getting up , Verona moves beyond her desk , making way to the door and pulling it open to welcome her subordinate.  Body tips , leaning ‘gainst the frame ; she knows she must look quite A SIGHT , with hair messily done up to keep out of her face , the collar of her blouse undone and the buttoned sleeves rolled up to her elbows.  ❝ Hey , ❞ Lips pull into a grin , sweetened smoke huffing from the lit spiff dangling in the grip of sharp teeth ,  ❝ What a pleasant surprise , Happy Holidays. ❞  Genuine is the compliment ; she was always g l a d to see her underlings on days like these.  Half-blind gaze flicks down to the gift sitting in the other��s hands then back up to her face.  ❝ Sweetheart , you know you didn’t have to get me anything. ❞  She was her b o s s , after all , she wasn’t expecting anyone to go out of there way like that.  Still , it seemed a sincere gesture , there was no reason to admonish her for it ( however strange it may seem ) .  Shaking her head , Verona continues in a lighter tone , ❝ … Nevermind , ❞ She reaches out , offering to take the gift from her.  ❝ I appreciate you thinking of me.  May I ? ❞

Once handed over , claws make quick work of the shimmery green wrapping , crumpling it up and turning to deposit it on a nearby shelf behind her in the process.  What she finds underneath … Is not exactly what she expected ( though in truth , she was not sure what she expected ) .  Gaze retreats from the hardcover to look to Nora in confusion , in silent query , ‘fore shifting back again.  Overturning the book , Verona reads the back ; turning it again , she opens it and reads the first few lines , skimming the passages that follow with increasing FASCINATION , silvery eyes alight , features brightening.  ❝ Nora , this is wonderful ! ❞  She beams , looking to the other again.  ❝ I love it , truly , thank you. ❞

[bejiayi]

ꕤ ━━ SEIRA

“i don’t think i’ve ever been this hungry actually” though there was water everywhere, the weather was still so hot, and it made her hungry and thirsty. “i’m not sure either, if this is the best kimbap ever of if i’m just starving too much” she takes another bite, too big again, and it takes her a while to swallow. “no, i don’t think so? but maybe one day we’ll get to do a collab together” she shows the other a smile. it’s a big maybe, but seira chooses to stay optimistic, that they’ll both debut eventually, and seira will support the other once she does. “it makes no sense how hot it is when we’re constantly sprayed with water, it should cool us down, but i still feel so hot?”

"i think, maybe, it's a combination of all of the above," jiayi says laughing. she takes another big bite of food, barely chewing before she swallows. she laughs again, realizing that her and seira both are taking on way more than they can handle. "okay, okay. maybe we should slow down?"

she sets her food down on her lap, taking a moment to breathe. jiayi looks out at the crowd, people watching. "it's really hot, isn't it?" she lets out a sigh. "i didn't expect it to be this bad, honestly."

[juanabaloo]

WIP Title Ask Game

I was tagged by @the-sparkling-diamond-satine (thank you so much!)

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

All Fuffy (Faith x Buffy) or Fuffy endgame - categorized by other minor/non endgame pairings. (I post as watcherless on AO3.)

Bangel

Buffy can't come to the phone right now

S3 blowjobs and pizza

extreme Fuffy Angel

Other pairings

himbo firefighter (minor Faith + OMC)

Fuffy Wood (Robin Wood threesome - sequel to AO3 posted Vengaboys are back in town)

Pure Fuffy

I can see you with my T-shirt on (current WIP on AO3)

The power of Fuffy compels me - various stories/chapters not necessarily in chrono order: (a) weight room (b) shower time ( c ) Cordelia's wedding (d) train trip (e) fast hands (f) Mexico taste (g) Instagram DMs (h) Faith flashback - fingers (i) bus ride (j) the phone sex episode (k) like you don't dig it (l) good morning (m) the first real date (n) straddle (o) Tai Chi (p) mint slap (q) Faith has trouble with emotions ( r ) dream with 3x17 enemies scene (s) reverse mint slap (t) post presents (u) Varitek (v) Normandale Garden (w) I wanna know what love is (x) College memories (y) Drive-in movie fun (z) under the desk (aa) sweet release

Do Revenge (sorta xover with Do Revenge and White Collar ep)

Catholic summer camp

Good Faith Hunting (sorta xover with Good Will Hunting)

Faith and Hope

Anyone who reads and wants to play, jump in! I think most of the people I might tag were already tagged.

Please ask if you're curious, I'm super excited to talk about Fuffy fic! I could be better at naming my WIPs but several of these are pretty clear I think. LMK if you prefer a snippet or talking about the fic.

[babyawacs]

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