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thatgirlmendo · 1 day ago

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Until the Quiet Takes Us - Ch. 2/?

Pairing: joel miller x female reader

Word Count: 2619

Content Warnings: Nothing sexual (yet) will add more as needed

Notes: y’all I’m literally a STAHM and a distance g rad student so I have lots of time on my hands - don’t judge me for posting so much…JOEL does this to me. 💜 let me know if you want to be tagged!!!

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The house he had picked sprawled against the edge of what used to be Lake Austin.

The water was still, mirror-smooth under the wide blue sky.

The house itself was massive — two stories, stone walls, huge once beautiful windows gazing blankly over the lake. As Ivy crawled up the sides like veins. Half the roof had caved in, but the bones of it still stood strong.

Sunlight poured through the old windows, painting the ruined floors in gold and gray.

There was an eerie kind of peace here - like the house itself had been holding its breath, waiting for someone to come home.

He scrubbed a hand down his face, breath hissing out through his teeth.

This was a bad idea.

Dragging you this far. Risking himself for a stranger. Letting himself care for a dying person.

He moved through the house, fast but thorough - checking closets, cabinets, the old pantry.

Upstairs, tucked behind the remains of a master bedroom, Joel found a storage closet full of supplies - old emergency kits, some canned goods, bottles of water still sealed tight.

The rich must’ve stocked for the end times.

Panicked, thinking their money could buy them more time.

Joel cracked open a canteen, took a long pull of water, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.

He stuffed what he could into his pack, the first-aid supplies first, then a dusty blanket, a cracked flare gun, and he and made his way back downstairs.

You were still unconscious. Still burning up, still not awake.

Joel knelt beside you, setting the supplies down with a thud.

He worked quickly, unscrewing a bottle of water, soaking the cloth again, pressing it gently to your forehead.

Your face twitched under his touch, barely moving.

A broken whisper escaped your lips - something soft and wrecked that he was not expecting:

"You came back..."

Joel froze, hand halfway to pulling away.

You weren’t awake. Not really anyway.

Still, the words stung.

He swallowed hard, his hand lingering for just a second longer than it should have on your burning body.

"No, kid," he murmured, voice almost too low to hear. "You ain't got a damn clue who you're talkin' to."

He shifted back, drawing in a shaky breath.

Outside, the lake lapped quietly against the forgotten shores.

Inside, the fire he had started in the hearth guttered low, casting the ruined room in trembling shadows.

Joel sat down hard on the floor beside you, one hand resting protectively on the butt of his rifle.

He'd get you through the night.

He'd find more supplies tomorrow.

He'd figure out the rest when he had to.

One step at a time.

Just like always.

——-

You awoke slowly.

The world around you was heavy, muffled, like trying to swim through molasses.

Pain throbbed behind your eyes, deep and sickly. Every inch of you HURT. Your ribs, your arms, the tender skin at your temple where something rough and cold had cracked you open.

For a long moment, you just lay there, too exhausted to even breathe deep.

Listening to the life around you.

There was a fire crackling nearby - low and stubborn, but alive.

The faint whisper of wind stirring against broken glass.

And something else , a weight, a presence , not threatening, but undeniable.

You cracked your eyes open.

The ceiling above you was tall, the plaster crumbling in wide cracks, vines pushing through the broken seams.

You were somewhere strange.

Somewhere old and abandoned.

Panic clawed up your throat fast and sharp —

You tried to sit up, tried to push yourself upright with shaking arms—

Pain lanced through your side and you collapsed back with a broken gasp.

A shadow moved fast.

A figure dropped into your blurry vision, low and steady.

"Easy," a voice said it was rough, deep, and calm like gravel smoothed by time.

"Don't move. You're safe now."

You blinked up at him - confused, heart hammering against your ribs.

A man crouched a few feet away, boots planted wide, hands held out slightly like he expected you to bolt. His face was rough-hewn, beard shot through with gray, eyes sharp and dark under a furrowed brow.

Stranger. Survivor.

Not raider — no bloodstains, no wild-eyed hunger — but dangerous in his own right.

You tried to speak. Your throat was raw, voice barely a whisper:

"...Where... where am I?"

The man rubbed a hand across his mouth, glancing away like he hated having to explain anything at all.

"Old house. Lake outside. Found you near dead back in the city."

He shrugged, voice rough.

"Got you out. You're lucky."

Lucky.

You almost laughed, but it would’ve come out a sob.

You swallowed hard, your mouth dry as dust.

The man, who you learned was named Joel, you caught him saying it once, in the haze of fever dreams, shifted awkwardly under your feverish gaza. He pulled a battered canteen from the floor and held it out.

You stared at it.

Stared at him.

Trust didn't come easy anymore.

But your body betrayed you , your throat was burning and you reached for it with trembling hands.

Joel didn’t rush you. Didn’t move closer. Just held it steady until you could clutch it weakly and take a sip.

Water spilled past your cracked lips, dribbled down your chin.

You coughed weakly, wincing.

He cursed under his breath — not at you, you realized, but at the way your hands shook too badly to hold the canteen.

"Slow," he muttered. "You ain't gotta prove anything. Just drink."

You nodded weakly and tried again, the water blissfully cool against your tongue.

When you finally handed it back, Joel stuffed it back into his pack without a word. Stood.

Crossed the room to the broken window and stared out across the lake, his back rigid with tension.

The fire popped softly behind you.

The wind whispered against the glass.

You opened your mouth — meaning to ask something, anything — but all that came out was:

"...Thank you, I mean it."

Joel stiffened.

You saw it — the way his shoulders went tight, the way his hand flexed once against the strap of his rifle.

For a long moment, he said nothing.

Then, without looking back:

"Don't thank me yet," he muttered.

And somehow, somehow, that didn’t feel like a threat.

It felt like a promise.

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The morning was sharp and golden, mist burning off the lake in slow curls.

Joel found you sitting on the broken front steps of the house, a thin blanket draped around your shoulders.

You were awake now.

Awake and sitting upright. And alive.

Joel stopped dead in the doorway, staring at you for a second longer than he meant to.

You were still too pale. Still too thin.

But there was color in your face again, your eyes open and steady as they watched the mist lift off the water.

"You shouldn't be out here," Joel said gruffly, crossing the threshold.

"You ain't strong enough yet."

You smiled a small and crooked smile .

A smile that didn’t quite hide the way your hands trembled against the blanket.

"I’m not dead either," you said, voice low but firm. Looking up directly at him.

Joel snorted quietly. Shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets and stepped out onto the porch beside you.

The two of you sat there in silence for a while.

Listening to the slow lap of the lake against the shore.

The wind through the broken trees.

Finally, you broke it:

"I used to come out here when I was little," you said, staring out across the water. "Before... you know…everything."

Joel glanced at you from the corner of his eye, saying nothing.

"My dad would take me kayaking. We’d go up the river, past the big houses, into the hills where nobody built yet. There’s a creek back there cleae clean water, even now, I bet."

You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

"I always liked it better than the city . Out here it felt... quieter. Like the world could stop falling apart for a little while."

Joel shifted, the boards under his boots groaning.

"So you were one of the rich kids," he said, voice dry.

You stiffened slightly.

A flicker of something, maybe regret, sadness, anger, spread across your face.

"My house was nice," you said after a long moment, voice carefully even.

"But it didn’t make much difference inside."

Joel glanced at you sharply then — catching the truth in your words. There was something cold and guilty twisted in his gut when you said those words.

He hadn't meant to judge.

Hadn't meant to drag old wounds into the open.

You turned your face back toward the lake, letting the sun warm your cheeks.

For a moment, you let yourself just be — the light on your skin, the wind in your hair — a fragment of the person you used to be before survival made everything jagged.

Joel watched you.

He told himself he was just being cautious — making sure you didn't pass out again, making sure you weren't getting weaker — but that was a lie, and he knew it.

There was something about you sitting there — fragile and stubborn and quietly beautiful — that tightened something inside him he didn’t want to name.

You shifted from foot to foot, pulling the blanket higher. And then, without looking at him:

"If you're not scared of a little walk," you said, voice light but cautious, "I could show you the creek I was talking about, it’s really pretty."

Joel hesitated.

Everything practical inside him screamed to stay put. You both needed to rest. You both needed to conserve your strength. He needed to keep you still and sheltered, he needed to keep you safe.

But the way you sat there, so bruised, but still defiant, offering up a tiny piece of yourself, a peek into who you are — made the words stick in his throat.

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his beard.

"You sure you're up for a walk?"

You nodded, stubborn light sparking in your eyes.

Joel shook his head, muttering something under his breath about "damn fool kids" — but when he straightened up and offered you his hand, it was steady.

You took it.

Your fingers, are smaller and colder than his, curled into his large rough palm.

And for a second — just a second — Joel felt the ground shift underneath him.

Not danger.

Not survival.

Something quieter. Something stronger. Something gentle. Something beautiful.

He pulled you gently to your feet, catching you when you wobbled.

"Alright, then," he said, voice rough.

"Show me that damn creek."

——————-

The creek was just as you remembered it.

Hidden in a dip between two hills, fed by a spring higher up the slope, the water ran cold and clear over the smooth river stones.

The trees overhead swayed in the lazy breeze, dappling the surface with shifting shadows.

Joel helped you down the last rough slope, his hand steady at your elbow, warm and calloused.

You didn’t need his help — not really — but you didn’t pull away from him either.

When you reached the bank, you dropped your blanket and stripped off your heavy outer layers of clothing with shaking fingers, leaving just a thin undershirt clinging to your skin.

The air kissed your naked arms, the first real relief you’d felt in what felt like years.

Joel cleared his throat behind you.

You glanced over your shoulder, offering a small, smile.

"Please, I'll be quick," you promised, stepping into the water with a sharp hiss.

It was freezing — shocking the breath from your lungs — but you gritted your teeth and kept moving until you were knee-deep. You needed to feel this. You needed to feel clean.

You knelt carefully, cupping your hands to splash your face, your arms, the back of your neck, washing away the looters and feeling of being ill.

Joel turned away at first, pretending to keep watch.

But when he glanced back, even just for a second, just to check on you he told himself - he froze.

The water clung to you like a second skin, your thin shirt soaked through, plastered against your chest and ribs.

The curves of your body. What had been hidden for so long under grime and layers, were now llaid bare by the cold creek water.

Joel’s mouth went dry.

His fingers flexed uselessly against the strap of his rifle.

He knew he should look away.

He knew better.

You were too young.

Too innocent.

Too good for the blackened thing inside him that ached at the sight of you.

But for one wrecked, helpless moment -

he let himself imagine.

You are standing there, smiling warmly at him, warm and alive - not just a survivor but something beautiful, something that was his to hold, his to protect.

His to worship if the world had been a kinder place.

His jaw clenched so tight it ached.

No.

He couldn’t think like that. He would not.

Joel ripped his gaze away, cursing himself silently.

Dragged a hand down his face, breathing harsh and rough against the damp air.

You had no idea.

You laughed softly at the cold, tossing your head back to shake the water from your hair, your shoulders relaxed for the first time in weeks.

You thought you were alone in the moment.

And Joel —

Joel wanted.

Wanted like a starving man. He wanted you in ways that made him furious with himself.

He turned fully away, staring out into the thick trees, shoulders tense, fists clenched tight. Willing his desire away.

By the time you splashed your way back to the bank, shivering and smiling, he’d wrestled the worst of it down, shoving it deep into the hollow space where he buried anything and everything that hurt too much to hold.

He shrugged off his jacket the second you got close, shoving it at you without looking.

"You’ll freeze," he muttered, voice rougher than he meant.

You wrapped yourself in the heavy fabric, breathing in the faint scent of woodsmoke and leather and something warm and steady underneath.

"Thanks," you whispered, clutching the jacket tight around your body.

Joel only grunted as he began walking back toward the house without waiting for you to catch up.

You watched him go, water dripping from your hair, heart thudding painfully in your chest.

You didn’t understand him.

Not really.

But something deep inside you whispered that maybe - maybe he understood you better than anyone else left in the world.

And maybe, if you weren’t careful,

you’d start wanting him to stay.

———

The walk back to the house was slow, heavy with a new kind of weight.

Not the exhaustion of survival — but something hotter. Something heavier.

You felt it in the way Joel hovered a little too close behind you. Felt it in the way his hand brushed the small of your back when you stumbled, steadying you without a word - but lingering, just a second longer than was necessary.

You tried not to think about the way his jacket smelled. Tried not to think about the way his hand felt, rough and steady, against your skin.

You tried and you failed.

Behind you, Joel was losing a battle of his own.

Every breath he took pulled in your scent, sun-warmed skin, river water, something soft and sweet that he couldn’t name.

His hands ached with how badly he wanted to touch you again. Not just to help you walk.

But to hold you.

To pull you against him and bury his face in your neck and pretend the world hadn't ended after all.

He dragged in a harsh breath and shoved those intimate thoughts down deep within himself.

By the time you reached the house, the air between you was thick enough to choke on.

You stopped just inside the gate, your body sagging with exhaustion, but you didn’t move to go inside yet.

You stood there, watching the lake shimmer under the afternoon sun.

Joel watched you.

Watched the way the breeze tugged at your dampened hair.

Watched the way his jacket slid off your shoulder, baring a thin sliver of skin that made his throat close tight.

"You should change," he muttered roughly, tearing his gaze away. "You'll catch cold."

You didn’t answer right away.

Just hugged his jacket tighter around yourself, eyes on the water.

Finally - you asked "What happens now, Joel?"

Your voice was small.

much too soft.

Joel turned fully toward you then, arms crossed over his chest, face unreadable.

"We stay put a few more days," he said.

"Get you strong enough to move."

"And what after that?"

He hesitated.

Shifted his weight like the ground was suddenly unstable beneath him.

"After that..." he said slowly.

"We keep movin'. Same as always."

The lie sat heavy in the space between you.

Because neither of you wanted to move.

Not really.

Not from this, and not from each other.

That night, the fire burned low.

You sat curled up on the battered couch, Joel across from you, his back against the cold stone wall, rifle laid across his lap.

You should have been able to relax.

You should have been exhausted enough to sleep.

But you couldn’t stop feeling the heat of his gaze on you.

When you looked up, you caught him watching you - openly, hungrily, the firelight catching the sharp planes of his face, the cut of his jaw, the raw want in his dark eyes.

He didn’t look away.

Neither did you you stuck to the gaze.

The world shrank down to the crackle of the fire and the thick, unspoken thing hanging between you - something alive and trembling and ready to break.

You shifted slightly under his jacket, the fabric sliding over your bare skin.

Joel’s eyes tracked the movement, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

You thought -

If he moves now, if he says anything -

you won't stop him.

But he didn’t.

Joel dragged in a rough breath, forcing himself to tear his gaze away, one hand raking hard over his beard like he could scrub the heat from his skin.

"You should sleep," he muttered hoarsely.

"Big day tomorrow."

You nodded numbly, throat too tight to speak.

Joel shifted, standing slowly, the firelight painting long shadows across his body.

He lingered by the doorway for a moment longer than he needed to, shoulders tense, like he was fighting some private, brutal war with himself.

Then he slipped outside - boots crunching quietly against the gravel - leaving you alone with your pounding heart.

Outside, Joel paced the perimeter of the yard, fists clenched at his sides. Pretending to patrol the area.

He stared up at the stars - cold and sharp against the black sky - and cursed himself six ways to hell.

You were younger.

You were hurt.

You deserved better than some broken old bastard who couldn’t keep his hands or his fucking thoughts to himself.

But the memory of you standing in that creek - the water dripping down your smooth skin, the soft, breathless sound of your laughter - burned behind his eyes.

Joel slammed a hand against the crumbling stone wall, breathing hard.

He couldn’t have you.

Shouldn’t want you.

But he did.

And God help him -

one day, he wasn’t sure he’d be strong enough to stop himself.

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kangshxrtie · 4 hours ago

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42 . pool party (written)

"i'm actually gonna beat your ass if you shoot me one more time," you told ricky after he sprayed you with the water gun yet again, all while you were just trying to complete a simple task.

everyone was in prep mode for natty's pool party: decorating, locking doors, making sure everything was in place. you were trying to be helpful, but ricky had other plans.

"do it, bitch," he said, bucking at you.

"you motherfucker!" you lunged at him, and he took off running. "you're such a fucking pussy!" you yelled as you chased him across the backyard.

"i'm not gonna just sit there and get hit, the fuck!" he called back.

"you should with all the shit you talk!" you shouted.

"why are y'all running?" zhang hao asked, glancing up from the bar he was setting up.

"because he pisses me off," you said, not slowing down.

"just don't mess anything up," hanbin warned from across the yard.

"trust, the only thing i'll be messing up is ricky," you snapped, eyes locked on your target.

"you have to catch me first!" ricky shouted, glancing over his shoulder, just in time to run straight into a lawn chair after nearly colliding with yunjin, who'd just stepped in front of him.

"catch who?" yunjin asked, raising a brow as she blocked his path.

"bitch," ricky cursed, trying to swerve around her, but by then, you were already there.

"i won't catch who now?" you grinned, smacking him with the pool noodle you'd been carrying.

"you wouldn't have if it wasn't for yunjin!" ricky protested, trying, and failing, to block your attacks.

"and? of course, my girl helped me," you said proudly, finally backing off.

"we cool now?" ricky asked, breathless.

"for now," you nodded, walking back over to yunjin.

"i'm not even gonna question what was happening there," yunjin said as you joined her.

"probably for the better," you replied.

"but you wanna take some pictures?" yunjin asked, holding up her phone.

"wait yes. i haven't taken any yet," you said, lighting up.

"yay!" she smiled.

after taking a few shots with julie, belle, and yunjin, you were hanging out with natty near the shallow end of the pool, both of you perched on the edge with your feet in the water. you were passing a blunt back and forth just talking.

at some point one the joint was gone, natty reached out and flicked a droplet of water at your face. you gasped dramatically and splashed her back, which quickly spiraled into a mini splash war.

which somehow caused all of your friends to spawn and now you all were in the pool with ricky, matthew, zhang hao, and hanbin causing a wave pool as the girls rode the wave. some of the water was splashing over but nobody cared since you all were just having fun.

then, somehow, you all ended up deciding to do pool races. it was a spontaneous idea, but everyone was surprisingly down. luckily, the rest of the party gave the pool to your group for the time being—probably because natty was in there. you noticed a few people casually stepping out of the water once your group got in, like they already knew the chaos that was about to happen.

to split into teams, you made everyone line up and count off by twos. team one ended up being ricky, matthew, julie, and natty. team two was zhang hao, hanbin, belle, and yunjin. you stayed out to be the official judge, self-appointed.

first up was ricky vs zhang hao. they got to the edge of the pool, holding on like they were about to compete in the olympics or something.

"ready!" you yelled. "set... go!" they took off, and ricky shot ahead super fast. zhang hao tried to keep up, but ricky was just doing the most. he hit the wall first, obviously proud of himself.

next was matthew vs hanbin. this one was way closer. matthew was strong, but hanbin swam like he'd done this a bunch of times. they were neck and neck for a bit, but matthew slowed down just a little and hanbin pulled ahead to win it.

then came julie vs belle. they screamed like they were in a drama before diving in. julie's swimming was a little messy, but she was fast. belle looked more chill and steady, but julie's speed made her win. she celebrated like she just won gold.

last up was natty vs yunjin. you already knew this one was gonna be intense. they were both laughing and fake elbowing each other like they were about to fight instead of swim.

"ready... set... go!" they dove in at the same time and were super close the whole way. it looked like a tie until natty suddenly sped up at the end and barely beat yunjin to the wall.

she turned and swam back to you, taking her time like she wasn't just racing full speed a second ago.

she turned and swam back toward you, closing the distance slowly, casually, like she wasn't just racing a second ago.

"did you have faith in me?" natty asked.

"i'm not gonna lie, i genuinely had no idea who would win," you said.

"are you gonna give me a prize for winning?" natty asked with a smirk.

"i can pour you a shot," you offered.

"i'll take it," natty said.

the two of you stayed there, sitting at the edge of the pool with your legs in the water, talking as the others slowly made their way out and left the two of you alone. there was music still playing faintly in the background, but you two weren't paying attention to much else.

eventually, she leaned against your shoulder, still catching her breath from laughing at something you said. you couldn't tell if it was the tequila, the heat, or just natty, but you felt weird having her this close to you now.

you stood up to go grab another drink, and natty reached up to tug your wrist. "where you going?"

"don't worry, i'll be right back," you said, flashing her a smirk, but just as you were getting ready to walk off, a pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed you from behind and lifted you clean off the ground.

“ahh—matthew, put me the fuck down!” you yelled, flailing in his grip.

“sorry, y/n!” he laughed, right before launching both of you into the pool. when you surfaced, gasping and wiping your face, everyone around the pool was cracking up, especially ricky and natty, who were practically doubled over.

before matthew could climb out, you grabbed his arm with a grin. “we should get ricky and natty next.”

“i’m so down,” he grinned back.

you both got out of the pool, playfully shoving each other to keep the act casual, before heading straight for your next victims.

“honestly, you deserved that,” natty said once her laughter finally calmed down.

“yeah? and you know what you deserve?” you said, stepping toward her.

“what?” she challenged, raising a brow.

“the same thing.” you wrapped your arms around her in a tight hug before she could escape.

“y/n! let me go!” she yelped, struggling against you.

“nah, you thought that shit was hilarious,” you said, dragging her slowly toward the pool.

“i did, but that doesn’t mean—y/n, stop!” she protested, even as her laughter betrayed her.

“but this is even funnier,” you bent down and scooped her into a bridal carry.

“okay, wait. i kinda like this,” natty said, locking eyes with you. she stopped resisting, instead wrapping her arms loosely around your neck.

“i’m glad you do,” you said and jumped in.

she gripped you tighter as the water swallowed you both. when you resurfaced, she was still clinging to you, arms hooked around your neck like she had no intention of letting go.

“now that’s fun,” you breathed out.

“yeah… it was,” natty agreed, smiling at you.

the two of you just floated there, close, her arms still around you. you weren’t saying anything, but the energy was there. then natty leaned in, eyes flicking down toward your lips. you leaned your head back, just slightly, dodging her advance.

from the edge of the pool, someone yelled, “kiss! kiss! kiss!” and suddenly the rest of the group joined in, chanting. you looked around, flustered, avoiding everyone's eyes.

“can you let go of me now?” you asked quietly. natty blinked, her smile faltering, but she let go.

you swam to the edge without looking back and climbed out, the cheers dying behind you. as you walked, people instinctively made space, letting you pass in silence. you might’ve been a little buzzed earlier, but that whole moment sobered you fast.

you grabbed your towel and wrapped it tightly around yourself, slipping on your shoes before heading back inside. you didn’t even hesitate, you knew exactly where you were going natty’s room for your phone. you didn’t check your notifications or look at any group chats. the second you had your phone in your hand, you opened your messages and went straight to daniela.

right now, she was the only person you wanted to talk to, maybe even see.

natty walked into the room, wrapped in a towel, her expression already heavy—but it shifted into something even sadder when she saw you.

the two of you stood there in thick silence, just… looking at each other until you finally broke it.

“i was just in here for my phone,” you said, your voice quieter than expected. you clutched your phone and moved to leave, but stopped when she spoke.

“y/n, wait.”

“yeah?” you paused at the door, glancing back at her.

“did you not kiss me because there were people watching… or because you didn’t want to?” she asked. “just be honest.”

you took a breath before speaking, “i wish i could say it was about the crowd. like, that i didn’t want our first kiss to be in front of everyone. but… i don’t like you like that.”

“damn. i’m just delusional, then,” natty gave a small, dry laugh.

“don’t say that,” you said gently. “i thought we were joking around. i didn’t know you felt that way.”

“i thought we were kinda feeling each other,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “especially these past couple of days.”

“i’m… basically dating someone,” you said.

“oh—i didn’t know.” she looked down.

“that’s on me. i should’ve made it clearer that i wasn’t interested like that. i just didn’t realize…”

“damn. you really are oblivious,” she muttered.

“has dating me ever crossed your mind?” she asked softly.

“honestly… first year, yeah. but not anymore. i’m sorry.” you hesitated.

“so i fumbled my chance,” she chuckled.

“it’s okay, though. you could do so much better than me,” you offered.

“i really don’t think i can,” she said with a weak smile.

“can i ask who you're into?” she asked after a second.

“…daniela,” you said.

“wait—really? oh my god. that explains why she’s been giving me death glares these past few days.” natty blinked.

“she has?” you asked.

“yeah. it all makes sense now,” she sighed. “and honestly… i think y’all would be cute together.”

“thanks. i’ll tell her you said that.”

“please don’t,” she said quickly. “she can’t know i said that.”

you both shared a small laugh.

“well,” she added, “if you two ever break up or whatever… remember me.”

“i’d hope we don’t, but… for your sake, i’ll say i will,” you replied.

“i’ll back off now,” she said, serious again. “gotta protect my heart a little.”

“i still hope you’ll come around though.”

“of course. i promised i would.”

“i just feel bad that i rejected you in front of a whole crowd,” you sighed.

“yeah… i’ve got some healing to do after that one,” she said, half-joking, half-sincere.

“natty…”

“i’ll be fine,” she said, waving it off. “enjoy the rest of the party if you’re staying.”

“i kinda have to. we all stayed here last night.”

“oh, true. i did promise to drive y’all back tomorrow.”

“i might get someone to come pick me up later, just so things aren’t awkward.”

“if not, i still got you,” she said.

“thanks. i appreciate it.”

“well… see you later,” natty stepped aside, letting you walk through the doorway.

“yeah,” you said, giving her a small nod before leaving the room.

you let out the biggest sigh as you stepped outside. everything felt loud and bright and exhausting now. you headed straight for a lawn chair and collapsed into it, pulling your towel tighter around you.

you planned to sit there for a solid thirty minutes, and then quietly call an uber, hopefully without anyone bothering you.

you checked your phone. still no message from daniela. your brain spiraled instantly: she’s probably with someone else. or dead. or just hates you now.

you tried to distract yourself with social media, scrolling aimlessly, until a funny video popped up. the kind of thing only you and daniela would laugh at. and just like that, you were back in her messages.

but before you could overthink too hard, you heard a familiar voice.

“y/n!” julie’s voice rang out as she approached.

“where the fuck did you go?” she asked, flopping down next to you.

“i was talking to natty. and now i’m just waiting for an appropriate moment to dip.”

“wait—what? why are you leaving?”

“do you not know?”

“i’ve been mixing drinks with zhang hao and hanbin for the past hour.” julie blinked.

“natty tried to kiss me in the pool,” you looked at her, deadpan.

“she did what!?” julie’s eyes widened. thank god for the loud music, no one noticed her scream.

“i jumped in with her, like jokingly. she was still holding onto me when we came up, and i guess she thought it was a moment… she leaned in and i dodged it.”

“oh my god…” julie covered her mouth.

“and it was worse because everyone was chanting for us to kiss. but i wasn’t feeling it. so i asked her to let go, and i just… left.”

“y/n…” julie looked heartbroken for you.

“then we talked. i had to reject her. i didn’t want to keep playing around if she was serious.”

“damn. i cannot believe i missed all that.”

“i’m glad you missed it. that was so embarrassing.”

“are you okay though?” julie asked, scooting closer.

“i’m fine. i’m just… worried about her.”

“don’t feel bad for being honest,” julie said. “she’ll be okay.”

“but i feel like i lost a friend. we got so close lately.”

“i really think you two can bounce back from this.”

“i hope so,” you said.

“would you be mad if i went to check on her?” julie hesitated.

“of course not. she probably needs that more than i do.” you shook your head.

“i’ll be back soon then,” julie said, standing up.

“i’m ordering an uber in like ten minutes anyway.”

“oh—well i’ll see you at home then,” she said.

“i’m just gonna do my little goodbye lap and head out.”

“alright. be safe, and seriously, don’t feel too bad. i’ll make sure natty enjoys the rest of the night.”

you stood up to hug her. “you better. i expect a full recap. and videos.”

“you know i gotchu,” julie said before heading back inside.

you pulled out your phone, ready to order the uber, when suddenly your phone dinged with a new message. you swear your phone glitched with how fast you opened it once you saw it was from daniela.

you happily gathered your things, suddenly a lot more excited to leave now that you had something to look forward to.

scanning the party for any familiar faces, you spotted matthew and ricky at a table playing uno with zhang hao and hanbin. you made your way over.

“who’s winning?” you asked casually.

all four of them jumped at the sound of your voice.

“y/n, you're alive!” matthew shouted dramatically.

“were there rumors i died?” you raised a brow.

“i just haven’t seen you since you and natty disappeared underwater,” matthew said.

“and you didn’t think to check if we ever came up?”

“i assumed someone else would’ve.”

“wow. so none of y’all know what actually happened?”

“i just saw natty follow you inside,” ricky said. “and honestly, i don’t think i wanna know.”

“well, i can promise it’s not what you’re thinking—but i’ll let julie fill you in.”

“wait, what happened?” zhang hao finally spoke up.

“i may have just ruined my friendship with natty,” you admitted.

“holy shit, what?” hanbin gaped.

“julie’ll catch you up,” you said, backing away. “my ride’s almost here and i gotta say bye to a few more people. bye bye!”

“that’s just messed up!” ricky called out behind you.

you ignored him, moving through the crowd in search of belle and yunjin. you knew a lot of people here, but they were the ones you needed to talk to before leaving. after weaving through the party for a bit, you found them in the most predictable spot: the smoking circle, passing a joint back and forth.

“heyyy,” you greeted as you walked up.

“you want a hit?” yunjin offered, holding the joint out to you.

“i would love to, but i’m literally about to leave.”

“huh? why?” belle asked.

“dani’s picking me up,” you said with a grin.

“you whore,” belle teased immediately.

“but no, for real… i just rejected natty and i don’t think she wants me around anymore, so i’m heading out.”

“what?!” both of them instantly sat up from their lounging positions.

“tell julie to give you the full rundown,” you said, already turning to leave. “i gotta go steal some alcohol before i go.”

“ain’t no way you drop half the tea and then dip,” yunjin shouted after you.

you just waved and made your way to the bar, grabbing a few shooters and slipping them into your bag. almost like perfect timing, your phone buzzed with a text from daniela that she was pulling up soon.

you quickly made your way outside, dodging around parked cars in the driveway and along the street until you spotted her familiar red car cruising toward you.

you stood up straight, trying to look decent. thankfully you were dry by now, even if you were still in your swimsuit, with the rest of your clothes stuffed into your bag.

daniela rolled down the window, resting one arm on the door and leaning slightly toward you. she looked so good.

“how much you charge, babygirl?” she asked, smirking.

“i’m expensive. you sure you can afford me?” you teased, leaning on her window.

“i mean... do you see my car?” daniela shot back.

“then let me in. i’ll show you a good time.”

“doors always unlocked for you.”

you laughed as you opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. daniela pulled off once you had your seatbelt on.

“damn, so that’s where natty lives?” she asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

“yeah… her pool’s nice, though.”

“mhm.” daniela just nodded, eyes on the road.

“so…” she glanced over at you, “wanna tell me what happened?”

you hesitated for a second, then went for it. “natty tried to kiss me.”

“i see,” daniela said, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“but i backed away before she could. and i finally rejected her because... i realized she really did like me.”

“wait—natty likes you? oh my god. who would've guessed?” daniela let out a slow breath.

“okay, look—i was distracted. i didn’t notice how she was looking at me.”

“oh yeah? what were you so distracted by?”

“you.” you turned your head and looked at her.

that shut her up real fast.

“oh—” daniela blinked, completely caught off guard.

you could see the way her grip on the wheel loosened slightly, the tension in her shoulders softening as a small smile tugged at her lips.

“you can’t just drop that and not expect me to crash the car,” she said, finally glancing at you again.

“i’m just being honest. you’re always on my mind lately,” you laughed softly, leaning your head back against the seat.

“does this mean you’re done hanging out with natty all the time now?” daniela asked, her voice light but laced with something a little deeper.

“until she gets over me,” you said quietly.

“i don’t think you’re ever gonna see her again.” daniela glanced over at you.

“don’t say that,” you frowned.

“i’m serious,” she said, eyes focused on the road. “i like you, so i get it. that feeling doesn’t just go away. she might never get over you.”

you let out a soft sigh, sinking a bit further into the seat. “i’ll just miss our friendship.”

“it’s okay. i’ll introduce you to some of my friends,” daniela offered casually.

“do you even have other friends?” you turned to her, deadpan.

“wow. the disrespect.” daniela gasped, mock-offended.

“no, like—i’m serious,” you said, grinning. “i’ve only ever seen you with the same five people.”

“i have some others,” she muttered, clearly bluffing.

“sure you do,” you laughed. “so, what’s the plan now?”

“i didn’t really have one,” daniela shrugged. “i was gonna offer to go somewhere, but i didn’t know how you were feeling after all that.”

“my clothes are still kinda damp,” you admitted.

“we can go back to mine,” she offered. “you can borrow something to wear.”

“yes. a thousand times yes.”

“alright, let’s go then,” daniela smiled.

you looked out the window for a second, then turned back to her. “wait. i’m just now realizing—i’ve never actually been over to your place.”

“it’s about time, then,” she glanced at you with a smirk.

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rvlse · 1 day ago

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Haiii!! I've seen your writing and I litterally love it sm you're so talented 🫶

Could I request an Earthspark Bumblebee x f or gn reader fic where the two are just too stubborn to admit they have feelings for eachother (The maltos and Terrans are just faceplaming the whole time like "these two are hopeless-) They just deny deny deny until one of them accidentally slips and says something to the other one during an argument or something.

Sorry if this makes no sense 😭🙏

HELLOOOO Thank you so much for sending this! I actually love this idea and I had fun writing it but I hope it's to your expectations because it's kinda short lmao

Also.. sorry this took me three months.. Better late than never? Please?

BUMBLEBEE ES X READER

WARNINGS: kiss 💋 and little to no violence I guess??

It wasn't a secret that you and Bumblebee weren't so fond of each other - at least, that's what you thought.

All the other Maltos saw the connection between the two of you as clear as day. Of course, every time one of them would bring it up, the both of you would furiously deny whatever “relationship” you had. It was annoying, to say the least.

Your favorite pastime had always been fight training, so it was never a surprise to find you in the fields throwing a couple fists and kicks… which was what you were doing right now. Form was extremely important when discussing martial arts, and that’s exactly what you were practicing.

That was, until…

“You need to get your leg up higher,” Bumblebee commented, materializing behind you out of thin air.

Out of reflex, you spun around and immediately tried to throw a punch at the yellow and black bot. Of course, that slagger had been expecting it, catching your fist in his palm and wrapping his digits around your closed servo.

He wore a smug smirk, his optics looking down at you almost teasingly.

You stared back up at him, searching his faceplate. That was… hot.

Wait, huh?

“Oh, go frag yourself, Bumblebee.” You hissed, snatching your servo back, snapping out of your weird daze.

“Hurtful..” He replied, crossing his arms and taking a step back.

What was he even here for? Couldn’t he just leave you alone for one second? It was like a never ending nightmare.

“What do you want, and when can I finally practice in peace without you interrupting me?” You scolded, scowling. If you had a cube of energon for every time Bumblebee interrupted you, you'd be swimming in them. This was really getting annoying.

“When you learn how to hold a proper form, Y/N,” he shot back, optics analyzing your frame.

That did it.

First, the idiot insect of a bot interrupts your training, manipulates you into thinking he was actually attractive, and then insults you? After he invaded your space? Frag no. You’d show him what “proper form” was.

With a final decision, you launched yourself at him, faceplate contorted in a fit of rage. You caught a glimpse of Bee’s own face jolt into an expression of surprise and worry - and that gave you a kind of satisfaction.

Your frame smashed into his, sending the two of you crashing to the grassy ground with you on top. You threw a punch, missed, and then threw another one, which landed on the side of his helm.

“You mess everything up for me!” You growled.

“What are you doing?!” Bumblebee exclaimed, voice high pitched, arms flying everywhere, trying to get you off of him.

“Hitting you!” You screamed.

After a moment he finally remembered his own fighting skills, and wrapped his legs around your waist. He twisted, and sent you flying to the side, giving him an opportunity to top you instead.

“Y/N!” He barked out once he regained his balance.

After that, it was limbs uselessly swinging and kicking anything they could - on your part. Bee avoided all of them as best he could. Half-assed insults spilled out of your intake as a bonus.

Bumblebee glared down at you, lip curled up in a snarl. That is, until he realized how good you looked.

Your optics, your lips, your panting..

It was clear what he wanted to do.

So he did it.

With all his strength, he managed to grab both of your hands in one of his own. Pretty easy, since he was so much larger than you.

Bumblebee forced your hands up, over your head, until his faceplates were inches from yours.

Suddenly, you were silenced. Bumblebee’s optics stared into your own, wide and… longing.

The urge to reel him in closer - to feel him, to please him - consumed your mind, but you couldn't act on it since the mech still had you in his grasp.

And then his lips were on yours. It was a searing, needy kiss, as if he’d been waiting to do this, as if he were born to do this. To be with you.

And you couldn't help but kiss him back. Just as needy, just as fiery.

Maybe this was a kink. Maybe the both of you were just fragged in the helm and had no idea how to handle your emotions. But this felt so real. So vivid.

Nothing could compare to the feeling.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! I hope this was good considering it took me three months to get around to 💔💔

#x reader #transformers x reader #earthspark bumblebee x reader #transformers #bumblebee #kiss #hes so hot #tf earthspark #transformers earthspark #gn reader #enemies to lovers #love

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wintersoldierwhore · 3 days ago

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covet — joel miller

Chapter Four — “I’ll build you anythin’ y’want.”

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It was your first day of working for your dad’s company. And you had what was amassed to a morning's worth of work. You were stationed in your dad’s office today, and your first point of call was to sort through his units full of invoices. There were years worth of folders in here, so you had woken up early, made yourself a coffee, and got to work.

You’d made yearly piles, then monthly piles, then organised them into date order. And labelled each drawer for what they were. This messy office was starting to come together.

It had taken three hours, your hands felt disgusting from the traces of dry dirt on the folders, which made sense as they’d been sitting in your dad’s truck for a long while.

Next was entering data, which another cup of coffee fuelled you for, it felt oddly satisfying. Working for something you’d been connected to your entire life. Helping your dad out by organizing his office space.

You left the office with a smile on your face, feeling as if you’d deserved a relaxing lunch. You’d scoured the pantry for ingredients, something to throw together to keep you full until dinner.

Dad: Hey, kid. Hope work is going well. Did you want something brought back for lunch?

Your dad knew you so well.

You: Read my mind, thank you!

The weather was pleasant today, the sun casted over your backyard beautifully, making the pool waves glisten. Good enough weather to swim in. You, thankfully, packed your bikini in the essential suitcases, and quickly threw it on. It wasn’t the tiniest one you owned, you could get naughtier if you tried, but your dad would be home soon.

You trailed over to the pool, casting your shoes aside and sitting on the edge. Slowly, you’d sunk further and further into the pool. Lazily swimming back and forth, mainly floating and thinking about the look on Joel’s face when he sees you.

And as if on cue, you heard the sound of an engine running at the front of your house. Unfazed by the voices walking through the house, you carried on floating.

“Kiddo? You here?” Your dad called out.

“Out here,” you called back, “haven’t used the pool yet, and the weather was great.”

”This what ‘m payin’ ya for.” Your dad laughed.

“I’ll have you know your office is clean as a whistle.” You smiled, no sign of Joel yet. “Now where’s my food?”

“Joel set it in the kitchen but we’ll eat out here with ya, bit ‘a sunshine.”

Your dad disappeared, and Joel emerged. You tried to mask the smile on your face with a squint, as if you’d caught the sun in your eye. Just as you’d imagined, Joel was washed away.

His eyes—his mind—was somewhere else.

“What’s ’a matter, Joel?” You asked sweetly, pulling yourself over to the edge of the pool and pulling yourself up to sit on the side.

“You know damn well.” He had a dry laugh and sat on one of the loungers, far away from you.

“Where’s dad?”

”Gone to look at his clean office, and to give you tomorrow’s work.” Joel winked.

You took this time to lean back on your arms, the sun hitting your glistening, wet body. And peeked over to Joel, who was choking on his fries.

“What ya’ playin’ at, hm?” He asked quietly, as if his voice were only for you, “wanna get me in trouble with your dad?”

“I have no idea what y’talkin’ about.” The innocent act was riling him up, all in good ways.

”Here.” He chucked a bag of food over to you.

Your dad soon joined you again, once you’d put your shirt back on and dug into your cheeseburger.

“So what work ya got for the rest of the day?” You asked them both.

“Supply shoppin’.” Joel choked out, it was clear his mind was all over you still.

Your smile couldn’t be contained. “Sounds like you’re livin’ the dream.”

”Join us if ya want, kiddo.”

“Sure.” You replied, to your amusement and to Joel’s dismay.

The three of you piled into your dad’s truck, Joel sandwiched between the two of you. A building supply run was the least interesting thing you had going on, but being around Joel was fun, it felt like having something to look forward to again.

“Right, ‘m gonna grab the wood we need, you two can grab the details.” Your dad instructed. You hadn’t the slightest clue what any of this meant, but following Joel around kept you interested.

You trailed behind Joel, watching him locate specific aisles, grumbling to himself when they didn’t have the product he needed.

“What’s this for anyway?”

”Some rich lady wanted ‘n extension on her house,” he explained, “had to be the perfect archways ‘n shit.”

“That’ll be me someday.” You sighed dreamily.

”Oh yeah?” He laughed.

“You’d build it f’me, right Joel?”

He looked up from comparing different filler, and looked at you. Sweet smile, innocent eyes, and red bikini soaked through your white shirt.

No, stop it Joel, he thought. This ain’t right.

”I’ll build you anythin’ y’want.”

Once the supplies were gathered and bought, you’d put them all in the back of the truck and strapped in whilst your dad returned the cart.

“Joel.” You whispered. Your voice was honey, smoother than the gentle jazz he’d play when he’d go to bed at night.

“Yes, darlin’.”

You melted in the seat beside him, you were putty for him to play with however he wanted. “I—nothing.”

”Y’sure?”

No.

You nodded.

Later that afternoon, you were helping delivery guys bring your belongings in whilst your dad ordered dinner. You weren’t in any mood to cook, and neither was your dad. Him being tired, you being… abstinent. Through no choice of your own.

You’d finally gotten your belongings. No part of you left in San Fran.

You spent the evening making your beloved bed up, finding homes for your non-essential things. Your room felt like your own again, and not like you’d stolen it from a weird little sister of yours.

You snapped a picture of your bed, and instinctively sent it to Joel.

You: Attached: 1 Image

You: The infamous bed has arrived.

A few minutes passed. In that time, he could’ve been making dinner, spending time with his wife. But Lord knows the latter wasn’t happening. Instead, he spent his time staring at the bed. Wiggling his thumbs above the screen with no idea what to reply.

Joel: Bet you’re happy.

Joel: Best night of your life tonight?

If only.

You: I have a feeling that night will soon come.

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gingerrhd · 7 months ago

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Inktober 2024 day 6

Not so much rare pair but definitely falling into rare media to see these days

#Battleborn #Battleborn alani #Battleborn pendles #Pendakka Lakonna #Battleborn fanart #Inktober #Inktober 2024 #Doodles #Lined #Somewhat I think I'm doing okay? Doing one day full next day lines is helping #Though I did struggle today and yesterday cuz I had stuff on both days plus work #And the next 5 days is kinda similar :(#Wednesday is gonna be haarrddd #I have work till 4 and teach in the evening #Plus work is short staffed again this week so I might get hauled in early for a few of these days :(((((#Rambles aside it's so hard to find battleborn stuff now #Like I get it the game is dead dead but jesus I swear there's most stuff to be found online in longer dead fandom that had #Smaller content pools to draw from #That aside part 2 #I like the idea of these two getting to swim #Pens arm is on dry land somewhere #I'm not being lazy I Litterally draw mecha type hands yesterday #It just makes sense Yknow for the water

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bacchuschucklefuck · 22 days ago

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LIVING for your ponytail Yugi he’s so cute 😭💖

thank u! i hold dear in my heart the way yuugi is like a little plushie that wants nothing more than to die a noble death

#not art #ask #probably why i also refuse to draw yami taller or with the chiseled jawline he gets in canon #thats a child none of us get to forget thats a child #there kind of is a sense of like. swimming through the currents of mythos to reach real life? in the original ygo manga #(mostly talking abt manga bc that's truly like the only ygo media I actually look at and feel a kinship with lol. idk shit abt the anime)#a lot of the story is told with a heightened sensibility a la sailor moon. exaggerated characteristics colloquialized events etc #it fits the way teenagers feel emotions yes but it is also Convenient. like the way kaiba drops the cuff key into the harbor #and it falls directly into jou's field of vision. that's not how that works in real life #it's kinda drag-like in tone. essential steps with spectacles as the mortar and emotional arcs as the throughline #yuugi's wish for kinship and understanding and appreciation is realized within this framework and then the framework like #packs itself up and exits stage left. it's a year-and-a-half-long dream. you only bring into real life what you think of to bring #and that like. kinda fits with how yuugi reads in the manga for me. where he's always reaching to be A Character while not being able #to stop being just a teen in some city at the same time right. listen i have pdfs worth of chatlog with friends abt gender reading #and all of the stuff with the cute little things whose specialty is being cannon fodder or sacrificial lambs and the dialectics etc in ygo #the toy is the actual character while the fantasy and you holding it is in fact the messy reality of you #would like to say ''yuugi looking cute as hells is important to all of that'' but tbh thatd be a lie lol #i do just think the star shaped ponytail is a good idea i wanna keep drawing. but also yeah softening takahashi's style is kinda #a shame but I do think for the purpose of my own art at least it is kinda somewhat intended as commentary? in a sense #big ups to my guy rest in peace you were doing all that straight lines and circles and chrome in ink in the year of our lord two thousand #it is INSANE that ygo ended looking like that. at that point in time. not my preference but neither is caving or deep sea diving #he and his assistants were doing that shit By Hand. do you know how fucked up that is #but yeah due to the art style being that kind of clean and geometrical and processed there is. not a lot of greeblies #as well as a lot more risk of tangents and things reading not super clear due to line uniformity etc #and I like my greeblies and am from the fuckass school of french language comic so. here we end up #one thing i pride myself on in my own art is doing my damn best to get across the texture and weight of subjects with just ink so #i do think i make yuugi extra squishy lmao. like if u ragdoll him at a wall itd make a thwack #and <3 i categorically refuse to make atem/yami any more solid <3 #thank u for coming to my tedtalk sorry this happened under ur ask. actually not sorry its my house. welcome to my house

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genderqueerpond · 11 months ago

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finally watching two's era in order completionist style and uh

uh--

they've stolen him away. they've literally stolen him away. they are the fae to him and they've pulled him into another world and told him he can never go home

#this is so fucking IMMORAL i love it #i had no idea it was like this #two's is the only era i hadn't seen in full when my initial dw SpIn lapsed last decade #rectifying that now #.....and it wasn't even the doctor that did it this time it was POLLY #sweet kind loving almost SAINTLY POLLY WRIGHT of all people #and SHE has KIDNAPPED JAMIE #to what?! to keep him as a pet?! it really really does feel like that #like i said. the fae. literally the fae #and now they've taken him to the seaside. he can't swim #this is INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!#cdw #dw #lavender thoughts #classic who liveblog #the underwater menace #this recon doesnt seem to have any captions I'm swiftly getting confused about what's happening #I'd look for another but honestly? it's adding to the fae feeling.... setting a perfect tone of bewildering enchantment #feels like a dream #which is how jamie must be feeling.#and! when he's returned is he returned back to when they plucked him out -- mysteriously older with no memory of why ---#or has he lost years- having been placed in alignment with his own timestream?#either way. EITHER WAY. that's a faerie abduction right there #jamie mccrimmon #jamie mccrimmon appreciation life #a flicker of memory of where he's been for years and years of his life and then it's gone

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confused-spood · 9 months ago

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Where else am I gonna rant if not to a group of random strangers that barely know me, right? So ofc I'm gonna rant here cuz these people have no idea who tf I am.

....turns out I have no words to explain how I'm feeling right now so I offer this emoji instead: 😔

#so i went to this 18th birthday aka debut of my friend and tbh its the first debut ive ever been to and i was rly looking forward to it #plan was to enjoy with my friends and all and i was also planning to get some ideas for my own debut whoch is two weeks after hers #tbh my debut is the bday that ive been looking forward to for basically my whole life cuz the other important ages i did absolutely nothing #for my first bday i was literally in the hospital so nothing there. in my seventh bday i cant even remember what happened. we went swimming?#so the 18th is what i always dreamt of. ive already told my moms this a couple hundred times and ive already thought out how i want it to go #then at the party i observed everything and i realized a lot of things. firstly that shit is expensive. while we used to have the money #no we dont and thats all just in the past now. second thing which i find the most disturbing is the amount of people #the debutante invites the special people in their life and while yes i do have those i dont think they can even reach the proper number #and also i rly cant see myself in that position yknow? being the center of atteaction with people telling you nice stuff abt how they like u #so thats made me quite sad that the bday ive always wanted is never gonna be mine. my biggest TOTGA...#at this point i just wanna spend my whole 18th wallowing in self pity and sadness. while i know my friends love me i dont rly think they #love me to the point of throwing me a lil party of our own like we did earlier this year to ine of our friends. im the spare friend i guess #and plus when i got home my paretns arent even talking to me or looking my way if not scolding me or getting mad at me #well IM SORRY i also didnt want to get stuck in the fckin road for A WHOLE HOUR while waiting for a ride home #and IM SORRY that im just wearing jeans to a debut. this is my frist fucking time going to a debut so how tf would i know???#plus a lot of people were just wearing casual so wtf 😒#all in all im sad and i want to go die

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afterartist · 2 years ago

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Me: I like all TotK NPCs

This waste of data:

#words cannot describe how much I hate Sasan #him and his stupid boat and stupid rocks #‘oh no! i can’t swim!! I’m going to drown!!’#THERES LITERALLY GROUND RIGHT NEXT TO YOU #THATS WHAT YOU BOAT IS STUCK ON #I’ve beaten half the bosses in this game without dying once but it’s taken me over 27 tries to get this idiot across a cave??!#why are you living in the Zoro domain if you can’t swim?? that’s like- a really bad idea-#can you tell I haven’t slept in two days and have instead been playing Zelda #totk npc hate is my new ✨passion✨#totk npcs

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ilona2nerrie · 2 days ago

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Mer JL au:

Aurthur: Yellowtail amberjack. (it’s a king fish and I thought that was funny.)

Diana: Amazon molly. (Do I really need to explain myself? Although ignore the size, I like to imagine Diana as buff. Insert thumbs up emoji.)

Hi! Author’s note, thank you for all your support for the first part of his I did! It really motivated me to continue with this project instead of just giving it up.as per usual, pleas PM me if you want to be added to the tagged list, if you have any ideas about the story or want me to incorporate any specific aspects or neglected characters, just let me know in the comments and ill add them.

Every part I think I’m just going to try to add two more species of Mer, like I did in the first part. The first part will be linked under the people who asked to be tagged, if you want to be tagged PM me.

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@ancientdreams-in-a-modernland

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

Enjoy the story!

“He isn’t happy with you. You missed the whole meeting.” Diana sighed, “we were discussing the trenches situation, the trench creatures are starting to come higher then normal. He’s still pissed you missed it though. What were you even doing?”

Clark looked over at Diana, crossing his arms with a huff looking to the reefs surface.

“I told you. I went to find the Mer who we’ve been getting reports about, and he slipped away. Before I even got there, and its dose take time to scout the whole area you know?”

Diana looked at him, eyes narrowing as she stopped in her tracks, sitting on a piece of coral glaring at him accusingly. Clark shifted his eyes, now slightly wringing his hands as he met the others glare.

“Uh, Diana- “

“How do you know it’s a Mer? How do you know it’s a guy Mer? You said it had slipped away before you got there.”

Clark cursed internally, eyes widening a fraction and lips slightly pursing before he schooled his expression and tried to produce a lie on the spot.

“Just an assumption on the gender, and I guessed it was a Mer because I found a shark carcass. It didn’t just leave teeth marks, it left claw marks, but only in places where it would matter. I really shouldn’t bring my assumptions into a serious conversation, thank you for catching me on that.”

He said, trying to derail her with the thanks instead of her analysing the fact that none of that information on his assumption was on his mission report.

“Huh,” Dianna said. Clark answered that too fast, there was too much reasoning with that. If he had just told her, it was an assumption, she would’ve understood and let it go. But he kept rambling about it, that was quite suspicious. Her eyes flicked to the faint scratches on his arms he had attempted to hide wrapping his arm up in seaweed.

‘Idiot probably lost,’ she mused in her head. ‘Embarrassed he went alone no doubt, and lying to cover up he couldn’t manage it alone. No point in embarrassing him, but this is vital information…’

“Anyway,” she started again, giving him a smile as she started swimming again, Clark visibly relaxed as he followed.

“You should add all that to your mission report.”

Clark looked at her, confused. Before nervously chuckling with a sheepish look. “But, Diana, it’s just an assumption. I don’t want to be wrong- “

Diana gave him a sharp look. She cared about him, but the lie was disrespect she wouldn’t take.

“I trust your judgement, Clark.” She said, voice steadily firm. “Write it, you’ve never been wrong about an assumption before.”

She was giving him a clear disapproving parent stare, one that made him adjust the seaweed covering his arms as he tried to give a normal grin.

“Thanks Di, your too good to me.”

“I know.”

The rest of the swim back was relatively normal after the tension dissipated. Clark was glad, thinking he got away with it. Meanwhile, Diana was concerned. Considering her assumption on why Clark lied, she started to worry that if Clark was this embarrassed, or worried, to talk about the black scaled creature, it must be terrifying. But she wasn’t going to bring it up. Yet. Not unless it becomes a serious concern.

She dropped Clark off at home, who swum inside his apartment and sighed as he flopped down on his couch. (slab of stone and coral). He looked to the ceiling, wondering. Wondering if he’d see Bruce again. And he did, next time he was at the reef.

after a few days Clark was assigned to reef patrol again, not before getting vigorously scolded by Arthur, as Hal filmed it, and barry watched. He was picking at the coral as he swum by, not noticing the pair of blue eyes stare at him from under a piece of coral. Nor the black scaled figure following him as he went, keeping to the shadows.

Clark did however see when Bruce flashed his scales at him, in the pattern of:

“ . _ . . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . _ “. (Ignore the strange swirly dash, its hard trying to write morse code D:)

Clark tilted his head but swam over to him, quite happy to see the other again. He was made to keep his distance with a defensive flash, but it was slightly closer than last time. So, Clark counted that as a win.

“Well, hi! Glad to see your back Bruce.” Clark said, offering his hand to Bruce. Bruce, who got startled by the hand a bit too close for comfort, but Clark’s hand defensively. Clark hissed, but he didn’t pull off him instantly, instead opting to let Bruce let go. If the other was clearly agitated, and definitely did not speak a lick of English, t was a bad idea to panic then make him panic. He didn’t manage to hold the wince that escaped him when the teeth sunk into his hand though. Bruce looked up at him, then back his hand tilting his head. When Clark didn’t panic, he released his bite, and backed away a few feet, staring back at Clark.

Clark saw him back off slightly and was quick to try reassure him.

“Hey- no hey its ok! I’m not hurt, just a bite. I’ve definitely had worse.”

As the blood seeped from Clark’s hand, it got into the water. Bruce sniffed at it, before looking back to Clark. Flashing his scales again.

“ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “

Clark watched him sniff the air, before humming and tilting his head. He wasn’t sure what the other meant, but it was clear he wanted something. “What?” he asked, confused at the random flashes jut displayed to him. Bruces face scrunched up, sensing the other had no clue what he had wanted.

“ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “

He tried to flash more pointedly, huffing when Clark looked just as lost as before. He jabbed a finger to the reef, eyes falling on a lionfish. He gestured to it pointedly, then looking back at Clark and flashing again. Same word.

“ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “

Clarks eyes followed his gesture to the food before it clicked in his head. “oh! Your hungry?” He asked, then smiling again. He swum to the reef and plucked a few lionfish from it before swimming back. Bruce had sat himself on a piece of coral, black scales contrasting greatly with the vibrant coral under him. Clark handed him one tentatively, relived when Bruce took it and begun to eat.

“Sooooo, that flashing means you want food huh?” Clark observed, not surprised when he didn’t get a response. “And that flashing was different then when you wanted my attention. The other one was something else, that one means food- could I write this down?”

Clark asked, pulling out his JL pad and going over to the space where he could keep personal notes. He looked at the other, who was still eating. Bruce was ignoring him in favour of his food at the moment, happily munching on the lionfish, pulling out the spindles. Clark waited for him to be finished with that one, before getting his attention. He pointed to the fish and looked back at Bruce, then gesturing to his tail.

“Can you show me the sequence of flashes for food?”

Bruce had no clue what he was talking about, but he did pick up that when he communicated with Clark, he seemed to refer to the communication as flashes. Confused, and feeling slightly patronised, Bruce flashed his tail again in the: “ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “. sequence, going slower. To Bruce, going slower was a kind of sarcastic act, mocking Clark for needing him to re-do it. Clark had no idea of Bruces mindset, smiling at him while thinking the slow flashes were for his benefit. He wrote down the flashes and what they meant.

[Clarks Notes:]

[ how to communicate with new friend. Doesn’t speak English.]

[I call him Bruce. I don’t know his name.]

[ “ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “. means food when he flashes like that.]

Clark put his pad down, looking back at Bruce with a smile before handing him another fish. Bruce had no idea Clark was infatuated with him. Or maybe he did. Bruce was fine with Clark’s existence as long as he kept bringing him food. This fish was tastier than fish from the trenches, and there wasn’t many fish down there at all. So, Bruce was happy to keep coming back here and get his fish while Clark took notes on him. Stupid reef mer.

Bruce gave him a look when Clark reached out but let him touch the scales on his tail. Even if begrudgingly. Clark ran his hand over the strange textured scales, moving his head slightly to see the slight purple sheen of his scales. It made the light that rippled through the ocean water slightly purple. But what was most stunning was the way they felt. They were soft but they got harder when Clark put any semblance of pressure on them. They were cool and metallic, probably made to withstand high water pressures.

He was about to speak when his pad went off with an emergency, beeping loudly. That startled Bruce and pulled away, staring at the pad for a solid second before taking off back to the darker part of the reef. Clark reached out, about to stop him but he was already long gone. He groaned, glaring at the pad on his wrist as he muted it, “Great,” he muttered, starting to swim back to base. “Just great. This better be good.”

#bruce wayne #batman #clark kent #superman #superbat #mer batman #mer au #mer superman #mer bruce wayne #mer clark kent #diana prince #wonder woman #mer diana #mer wonderwoman #arthur curry #aquaman #au

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Lady & The Sick Man - T.F.

Synopsis. Most people would run away from the ghost in their shabby new apartment, Toji Fushiguro makes you lose your mind.

Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! Lady K!reader, Lady K & The Sick Man AU, roommates-to-Iovers, sIeazy Toji, he cooks for you, male mast., face-sítting (fem rec.), Toji’s DOWN BAD, pússydrúnk Toji, dry húmping, matíng presses, he’s BIG, tummy buIges, pushing down on it, MARATHONS, bréeding, spítting, dúmbifícation, fíngering, cúmplay, making him whímper, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 11.1k

A/N. Babygirls, I WILL cry if this doesn’t post-

All in all, it wasn’t the most awful place, considering the dirt-cheap price.

Toji certainly could’ve done worse for himself after being sacked from his job - some nonsense about recessions and workforce reduction, go figure - and racking up a mountain of arrears on his last home.

Sure, a few questionable mildew stains here, and perhaps a broken floorboard there. But this unverified property wasn’t completely run-down; at the very least it had running water, a dingy kitchen, tolerable enough neighbors, and…

…you.

It was only a few hours after moving into his new apartment that Toji understood exactly why the rent was cheap enough even for him. Exactly why the jittery landlord was oh-so-insistent on signing the contract right away. And exactly why he’d kept looking over his shoulder all throughout their rushed “tour” - as if dreading for something to pop out of thin air any second now.

Like a pretty lil’ poltergeist haunting the closet inside his bedroom.

Toji sighs out a clammy breath at his glaring phone screen, thumb brushing over the twentieth interview rejection this week.

Honestly, with his recent lack of employment success and the sheer amount of boxes he had to unpack, a ghost seemed like the last of his worries.

It wasn’t as if he really wanted to do something about his unsolicited roommate in the first place - not that he had the funds to move again, anyway - because from what little he’d seen of you since moving in today, you were harmless.

And…fucking hot.

Startling out a disbelieving huff of laughter, Toji empties out a boiling hot kettle over two matching cups of instant ramen. The bubbling red sauce molten and simmering to the surface exactly in time with the traitorous flush over his ears.

Almost hunched-over in his snug kitchen, he could visualize it from glimpses already— that skin-tight dress of yours, so thin it looked see-through, always peering at him from corners with those confused, gorgeous eyes.

Like he’s sure you were doing right now.

“D’you want the spicy or the extra-spicy noodles, doll–?” Toji’s crooning out somewhere behind his back, lazy drawl laced with a titter of sheer amusement as he hears your shocked squeak. Followed shortly by the urgent thud-thud-thud of you surely running back to the safe haven of your - his - bedroom. Calling out, “Oi! S’not that bad.”

Turning back, he warily eyes the soils of chemicals swimming around inside the mouth-watering concoction that’d become his dinner every night since getting fired.

Well, Toji’s bored, mossy eyes flit questioningly from the tower of instant ramen stocked up on his kitchen counter to the shadows where you’d disappeared. If even a dead person wouldn’t eat those then…

And it hurt - ah, did it hurt for him to grab a handful of the ones he’d begrudgingly acknowledged were extra awful for your insides. Big, beefy hands shovelling them down his waste bin with a pained grunt-

Wait- did said dead people even eat? He has no idea, and yet carries both scalding hot cups to the room he’d become quickly accustomed to. Even despite his afterlife accomplice.

“Yoohoo, pretty lady~ I got somethin’ for ya.” He’s cooing as he enters, husky bass dipping into something softer. Smoother.

With a humming gruff, he seats himself down on the scratchy tatami floor. Surrounded by so many boxes upon boxes to be sorted through, quirked gaze locked firmly on the shut sliding doors of the closet. That papery wall just opposite him was so flimsy that he could almost see you watching from behind it, waiting.

And Toji waits, too.

He waits until his senses get used to the slightly damp, willowy scent of the four walls.

He waits until his ears grow strained n’ tired from yearning for but a single sound that you were still there with him.

He waits until he’d finished both savory, now-lukewarm cups - in his defense, job-searching and trying to make nice with your resident ghoul will really work up an appetite, alright?

Letting off yet another exhausted gust of air, Toji’s just about to throw his hands in defeat and dispose of the remnants of his dinner - perhaps even try and forget about this entire ordeal altogether. Briefly-unused joints creaking as he stands up, he’s shaking his head free of you when his eyes land on something.

Actually, more someone.

That raunchily flashy cover of one of his favorite porn DVDs, propped right on top of one open box, the actress in it smiles brightly in a sheer white dress that reminded him too much of yours.

He gulps– if he remembered correctly, it was about some foreign exchange student that seduced her nervous roommate and- Toji’s lids crack wider, the sleaziest of leers plastering allll across his face. Well, hey…

SLAM!

The cozy closet trembles with both surprise and poor woodworking as Toji all but crashes it open, making quick work of fitting himself inside the stifling airway and propping open the hidden attic doorway homed on the ceiling. The only place he would expect a ghost to disappear off to.

Shit, you think he looked so unfairly handsome like this.

Cottony black fabric of his sweater hanging off of his every bulging muscle, heavy eyelids half-hiding away that glinting stare. Devouring.

One meaty palm pushing the rickety door upwards, his grin is vulgar as his sights land on your crouched figure. Rasping, “Hey there.” The heated gasps of his words barely hit your face before Toji’s other hand- oh, his other hand shoots up in a split-second to curl sternly around your neck.

Tight.

Before you know it, you’re letting yourself be pulled into a filthy, filthy kiss.

Fuck- Toji’s honed canines snag against the cute plush of your wobbly bottom lip and make you sing out the prettiest whine. Biting back a groan himself when the spit-filled crevice of your mouth parts way to let him squeeze his tongue in - making you suck.

You tasted like the most syrupily cloying candy and, hell, Toji wasn’t one for sweets but now he wanted more.

More more more.

The doughy mounds of his sensory tips itch out bruises right near where your pulse was thundering, he’s flexing his strong arms and reeling you in even closer. So soft and warm; you were practically melting into every swipe of his mushy tastebuds, and he was drinking you in like a man dying of thirst.

Straightening his towering height even more into the attic, it was like he was burning. Bright, boiling red. A rugged palm gliding to your beautiful nape and pushing-

Every breath. Every whine. Every slippery dollop of spit that dribbled out of your unfastened maw and straight into his watering mouth.

Toji was a damn sloppy man - and he was just as cocky, too. Feeling your nose nuzzle against his cheek in an effort to get him to kiss you deeper, he’s parting one bleary eyelid just a fraction to envision the full force of his effect on you.

Trembling and impatient. How cute.

One dark brow raises at the way your lashes were so close and clumped with great glittering droplets of tears. Sliiiiding just away to take in the way your thighs were squeezing–

“Hck!” You’re breaking off from the lecherous French kiss with a sappy pwah! delicate strings of spittle, still dangling from each of your lips as Toji drunkenly chases after your mouth.

Feeling his gawking on you, your hand shoves shyly between your legs. And the other shoves him right out of the opening of the attic, as if you weren’t raw putty in his palms just mere sultry seconds ago.

Fuck.

Toji finds himself thrown back onto the wooden closet floor, marvelling at the thunderous crash of you locking yourself back away - and yet he still can’t fully compute it all.

A calloused palm comes up to cover the lower half of his face, mind whirling over and over with the burning memory, and before long he’s realizing that he’s let his kiss-swollen lips leak with a thin trail of drool. Him. Drooling.

Even more once he’s thinking of it again - the way you were sooo fucking wet, just from a kiss.

“What….the…f-fuck.” Toji mutters to himself, stare latched dazedly to the closed wooden surface of the attic as if just willing it to somehow open once more. Toned thighs making to leave and-

Oh.

It’s right then and there that the man looks down at the hardest fucking boner he’s ever gotten in his entire life, wet n’ achingly swollen. Almost as if his prolonged length was about to break through his sweatpants right this very second-

“Dammit.”

Back at Toji Fushiguro’s last place, there’d been no one but himself to keep him company.

Which wasn’t necessarily bad - he’d still had his instant ramen (almost all of it now thrown away because of…health reasons), his vast porn collection (given away to a few friends, no use keeping something he couldn’t watch with you around), and occasional small talk with his neighbors (his current ones seemed to avoid him for whatever reason.)

Right now, it was just him. And-

“You know, I hear these new microwave meals are supposed ta be killer, pretty lady.”

“Ahh–!”

“Oh- sorry. S’that too insensitive?” Toji snickers out, sounding not even an ounce apologetic as he catches the cute frill of your ghoul-like dress disappearing behind the corner of the grim kitchen wall.

It was about as much of a conversation as he’d managed to coax out of you in the week you’d started cohabitating.

A week of letting you squeak and ogle at him from the shadows as you pleased, a week of trying his very best not to show off the puffing bulge of his muscles whenever he worked out unabashedly in front of you. A week since…that kiss.

“How rude.” He’s scoffing, though the curling twitch of his lips says otherwise. Eyes still honed on the way the very crown of your head just spies out from the corner. Cute.

Seating himself on the creaky kitchen table, Toji places the second microwave dinner right opposite him and pretends not to notice as you pad a few tentative steps forwards. Picking idly at the soggy rice on his plate, he feels the bottom of his stomach twist with something strangely akin to delight.

Closer. And closer.

You’re peaking curiously over at the clouds of steaming tendrils that waft off of the food, catching a whiff and- nose crinkling in disgust, you scamper away before Toji can even feel disappointed.

“Yuck.”

Grumbling, “Now that was really rude.”

Well, he really didn’t know why he was so intent on befriending the cute lil’ ghost that lived in his closet attic. And he really didn’t know why he found himself trudging over to that tiny nook tucked away in his bedroom later that night, full of a microwave dinner he certainly won’t be buying again.

Blankets and flattened pillow in hand, Toji’s eyes rover for any sign of you - any.

But, alas, as most things tend to do, it doesn’t exactly go the way he hoped.

“Hmm– no sign of her.” He murmurs underneath his breath, uncertain hands setting his impromptu bed down on the closet floor. Volume lilting just a few pitches louder in emphasis, “Guess I’ll go to sleep then.” Higher - and so does his head up into the looming darkness where you were sure to be. Slithering underneath the warm covers, “This is me now. Sleeping.”

And Toji doesn’t exactly have to pretend to fall asleep - not quite.

Long lashes shuttering; the net of slumber casts down on him sluggishly - it’s not long before his chest grows heavier, breaths more staggered, and a heated body settles into his bed.

You.

“Ya came back for more, huh?” His softly musing groan strikes the back of your neck like a scorching breeze, skittering such delicious goosebumps all over your body and all underneath that useless piece of cloth you called a dress.

Making him wonder where else…

Plump, puckered lips hit the side of your throat and you shiver– hips gyrating back in a lewd figure eight to where Toji was spooning you now.

He was so big, in every sense of the word. Chiseled washboard abs gently caressing down your arched spine in a repeated back n’ forth, every ridge massages you depravedly, the plush pillows of his pecs cushioning your back.

When Toji’s broad arms wrap snugly around your body, so do his meaty thighs pinning you to him. Instantaneously, your head tumbles backwards with a stuttered gasp, “Please.”

And something in Toji twitches. Something in him awakes.

“Ohhhh– so ya can be nice?” He purrs, roaming over one hand in a carnal grip on the globes of your ass. He’s savoring that sweet, sweet sound of your voice begging for him and- shit, he really hadn’t dreamed of this last week. “Say it- say it f’me again like a good girl?”

“P-please.”

“Hmmm, how cute.”

The very tip of his thumb writes out a cursive Toji on the right cheek of your ass, playfully tapping its way down to cup your fluttering core.

You were so fucking wet that the fabric of your dress was clinging between your legs in a way that made him jealous, sticky fabric seeping through with a few glistening slathers of syrupy wet slick. Practically flooding out a lil’ damp spot where his massive cock was stirring.

“Fuck- hellooooo girls.” That hooked scar tickles down the tenderest spots of your neck to pant out humid breaths over the swell of your breasts. A viscid layer of sweat slicking up those perked nipples as you squeeze your shaky thighs and push-

Your lungs burn with a fiery need, squeezing out every ounce of air as he’s smearing his hands all over your tits. “-T-Toji.”

His name - you’d memorized his name.

You were going to be the death of him.

And your body renders forwards, dipping the curves of your gorgeous tits further into his ready grasp. You could feel every roughened callous, every palmistry line, every grope he was relentlessly feeling all over. Feeling allll of you.

“Ngh- T-Toji.” You’re slipping out adorably, as if his name was all that you could repeat at this point. Fuzzy brain showing static at the spiking heat of this closet room-

“Yeah- Yeahh–?” It’s all you hear before his rounded digits spank down on your tits, circling out softly against where you were the most sensitive. That high-pitched wail you’re keening out is the sexiest fucking thing he’s ever heard.

Toji has the audacity to giggle, thick fingers sneaking underneath your dress to give your pebbled nipples yet another thwack!

“Whoops.” And another. “Sorry-” Dutifully pinching the nibs of your tits as he pecks your jawline, he’s rolling his thumb right over those pointed nipples like he was milking them. “-hand slipped.”

“Y-your fingers–” And you’re choking on numerous saccharine moans when his fingerpads come slamming down once more, the stinging striking rendering your mouth waterlogged with oodles of saliva. “-so m-mean.”

Tears were practically overtaking your pretty features now - but that wasn’t the only place you were letting out sobs from.

Your inner thighs glue together with a clingy film of bawling sap out from your cunt, puffy lips so bloated n’ needy that Toji could peer down and count every sinful throb.

“Wouldya look at that–” He’s breathing out, in such awe at the slurping slurs that were springing up from your dampened pussy. Almost as if she was squelching out in conversation, he nods, “She’s more talkative than you. This heh- turns ya on- doesn’t it, pretty lady?”

Velvety sweater skirting up, he’s dragging the thick, scratchy tufts of a black happy trail straightly down your squirming back. Pushing you against a sexily tensed core, your heart races as you could feel him harden.

“Mmm…could bury myself here forever.” His voice cracks sloppily as he cranes over to muffle the ends of that particular sentence into your heaving mounds. Musked cologne hitting your senses, filthy tongue flopping out to smack your tender areolas and draaaaag-

“Toji- Toooji–”

“Heh- m’here. Your Toji’s here, sweet thing.” He’s snarling as he bites, glistening white edges of his teeth scraping your raw flesh. Voice warbling - high, his raven lashes flap furiously to keep his vision from hazing over. “C’mon- c’mon c’mon c’mon don’t hide ‘em from me.”

Sensually, he’s trekking his hand near the hem of your dress and tugging down until he can fully try to suffocate himself between your pretty tits.

Toji didn’t need fucking air - the sight of you was heavenly enough, making him buck so that the curly black hairs near his base scratch your skin and leave it stinging.

Tongue simply ruthless, whisking out soppy dollops of spittle that drip down your nipples and purposefully make a mess. Sucking and sucking while he ruts from behind with a groan.

Messy. Toji was making sure of it.

The slimy trailway of his tongue laps and laps until your eyes are bulging halfway out of their sockets, grunting. “You got it- you got it, sugar.” He latches on hypnotically to your left nipple and gnaws a generous mouthful. “Keep up now- I bite.”

Jaw dropped, toes curled.

Babbling broken ohs! and Toji! your lips smack away incoherently through bouts of bubbling slobber. He’s watching with awe as your legs fall open, glue-stuck pussylips spreading wiiidely apart-

Swallowing a leaden ball at the sheer amount of wetness you were pouring out. Bucketloads, really.

Pretty.

Toji grabs ahold of your humping hips with a groan, pushing you all snug n’ cozy against his throbbing cock. Spying from beneath his unruly black bangs, “Would make the s-sweetest fuckin’ birthing hips, pretty lady.”

He was so…massive.

Gasping, the very action of you scrambling up onto your elbows makes your vision swim with a few blotches of black - still tingling all over with the buzz of being so close.

You’re shivering, a sudden yelp escaping your glossed lips as you nudge Toji away with something that resembled a headbutt and ran.

Well, more like crawled with whatever strength you had left - all the way back up your safe, dark attic whilst leaving the man disoriented below.

And it was not just because of your forehead crashing into his.

“Shiiiiit.” Toji belts out a low whistle, a hand dipping down to grab his thickened cock through his drenched-through sweats. He’s laid all out on his back now, staring up at the shuttered attic door where you’d disappeared, “I’m fucked.”

It was quite a change to be sleeping with a ghost - in the most literal sense, he wasn’t sleeping sleeping with a ghost.

Turning into somewhat of a routine now to find himself woken up inside the closet space with your sleeping body cuddled softly up to him - at least, until you realize and make it your mission to disappear before he can say more than a few words, that is.

You hadn’t progressed past a few cute whines n’ touches here and there, and even that was enough for Toji to lose his damn mind this past week.

He thought of you when he cooked, he thought of you while his neighbor squawked at every glimpse of him, he thought of you in the shower - especially in the shower, in fact, with one hand wrapped around his hard fucking cock-

-and he was thinking of you right now.

Stood stock-still in front of one of those high-end fashion stores beaming smugly on the bustling streets of Tokyo - the exact type he’d have scoffed and turned his nose up at just a few weeks ago.

But now, Toji was turning his nose at something else - right downwards to search for a price tag on the cute pink dress that was displayed proudly in the middle of the shop window.

It was a skimpy lil’ thing, open and stylish, the exact type he knew you’d look perfect in. The exact type you’d wear so nicely that it’d make him want want to rip it off altogether.

The exact type that was making him gape at the sheer number of zeros on the printed price, jaw moving up and down soundlessly as he double takes - was it legal to charge this much for a fucking dress? How the hell was he supposed to even get it for y-

Wait. Toji straightens up until he’s ramrod as a pole, not even caring for the way passersby give him the dirtiest of looks as his bulky frame blocks most of the sidewalk. Why was he even thinking of buying this for you in the first place? Did ghosts even-

“Steep price eh, sonny?”

He’s turning ‘round towards the aged, grating voice of the shopkeeper who’d apparently come outside to investigate his conundrum.

The older man smiles apologetically at him, as if he wasn’t the one that was responsible for half those prices anyway. “You know how it is with these one-of-a-kind pieces. Lowest I could put it at, of course.”

Toji nods without a word, feet itching to remove himself from this awkward situation before-

“S’for a special lady o’ yours, isn’t it?”

“None of your business, old man.” Toji snarls, not much bite to his words.

Judging by the way the clerk smirks, he’d figured out that he hit the target dead-on. And the frosty cold of the city air had never bitten the tips of Toji’s ears sharper, redder. Waving a weathered hand airily, “Tell ya what- I don’t usually do this, but I’ll reserve this piece until you collect ‘nough of those salaries and buy it for ya girl. How about it?”

And usually - usually - Toji would have told the man to fuck right off with those bargains. “One-of-a-kind” his ass.

But…his eyes drift to the gauzy, delicate dress, the way it fitted on the mannequin. And how much more gorgeous you’d look in it. Salaries, huh?

With a firm nod, and a reluctant handshake with the shopkeeper, he finds himself browsing once more through a few employment sites he’d all but cursed the name of and abandoned a few weeks ago.

One thing at a time, Toji ponders, shuffling his phone back into his pocket, albeit with a few fresh webpages bookmarked.

Now, back onto his mission to head to the nearest supermarket - namely the fresh produce section.

Which…actually didn’t turn out to be as much of a wild goose chase as he expected about two hours, a pissed shop employee, and three burnt fingers later.

Skin muggy with the stifling kitchen air, hands placed on either side of his waist in a way that reminded Toji of his mother- “So?” He grouches out, the nonchalance in his voice given away as nothing but a façade with the way his feet tap-tap-tap. “How about it? Michelin star or what?”

The subject of his attention - you, like most days recently - only scrunches your nose in distaste. A spoon filled to the brim with steaming hot miso soup inching ever-closer to your mouth with the air of a lamb being carted off to slaughter.

And a fucking massacre it was once the taste hits your awaiting buds and you spit–

“Oi-”

“Yuck!”

So much for Michelin stars, Toji’s grumbling to himself as he takes your same spoon and savors the miso soup with tofu for himself. Face crinkling immediately like a piece of paper at the salt bomb that assaults his senses, “Too much miso.”

Well, it seems he couldn’t fault your ghostly tastebuds just yet - but in his defense, it was his first time doing anything as sensible as this!

“Pretty lady~” Toji coos out, kneeling on the frigid quilt of his kitchen tiles to bring himself eye-level with your crouched figure in the shadows. “C’mere, sorry about the miso- try the tofu.”

And it was almost…adorable how you’re tentatively skulking your way over, pretty lips pulled into a permanent pout after his mess of soup.

As soon as you’re close enough, he’s popping a hand into one of the bowls and plucking out a creamy wad of tofu to nudge inside your mouth; slightly mushy in his touch, but at the very least you don’t wince too much at the overdone flavor of it.

In fact, you actually swallowed.

“Mmm–”

Leering, “Delicious, huh?”

“No.”

“Fine then- not bad.” Cackling out a hoarse bark of laughter, amusement sets his features aglow as Toji thumbs over the stray smidgens of white that stuck to your salivating lips. Catching a few beaded droplets of soup, “Messy girl. Look at you.”

You’re whining as he smears over the sleek spillage, trickling from between your lips and down to where your see-through dress was drenched almost non-existent.

Fuck.

You really were messy - and it was driving him crazy.

Parched Adam’s apple bobbing up n’ down in his scratchy throat at the glistening stickiness where your tits were heaving, his strained breaths aching to match your own. Pants tightening, buzzing fingertips twitching, Toji can’t even think before he unfastens his mouth with a dry, “Let…let me try something, doll?”

Your mouth drips hot and open as soon as Toji tugs down on his snugly-fitted sweatpants until his throbbing cock proudly slaps at his tensed core.

And when you imagined that he might be big - you didn’t think he’d be big.

Red n’ swollen, the glittering tip of his mushroom crown was sprinkling out pearly drops of pre at the sudden sting of the cold kitchen draft. Simply gaudily decorated with fatly pumping veins all ‘round his girthy sides, they slithered in a zig-zag towards the clammy tufts of his happy trail.

Nine- maybe even ten solid inches that twitch as your glassy eyes set sight on all of him greedily. So ridiculously massive that your mouth was starting to water already.

“Just hafta watch me, pretty lady.” Toji gruffs out solemnly, one of his burly hands curling around his meaty hilt. The ridges of his teeth sink down as he bites back a simmering hiss- “Just- just–”

Trailing off into merely nothing but soft rasps as he’s starting up short, stout tugs of his painfully hard cock. Not made of rocks, but made of fucking diamonds and jolting out creamy spatters of precum with every slight squeeze.

He was teasing. Toying. Just blushing cherry red at his tip, a saccharine lil’ color that made you want to inch forwards…

“Awww- yer drooling, sweet thing.” Toji interrupts your train of thought with a cocky tilt of his head, narrowed gaze flittering down to the thin line of spit that’d started to overspill from your maw. “Heh- never seen a guy so big, huh?”

You’re shaking your head in a way that makes the man groan, and with a vulgar few flicks of his capped thumb underneath the jutting ridge of his slit, Toji shoots out his free hand. Darting, in two bats of your shocked lashes you’re registering that he’d locked one hand around your neck and was pulling you.

Unapologetically tittering, “No needa be shy now.” Closer. Closer. Faintly wondering whether ghosts could bruise, the curved margins of his nails bite down your rapid pulsation. “C’mere.”

Mewling once gusts of his bodyheat radiate in waves, making your skin prickle with cold sweat. Your spine aches with the effort of being manhandled close, “T-Toji…”

“Tha’s right, m’here.” He’s grunting from above, scarred lips pulling into a prowling snarl as he smears the tender side of his length against your cheek. Burning hot and messy, your features gleam with a sprayed sheen of sweltering pre. “S’a biiig fucking cock, huh?”

“Please-” You’re latching down onto the elastic hem of his pants, mindlessly yanking away until you could see the chubby curve of his fat breeder balls. “S-sooo big.”

“Greedy greedy.” Toji’s right hand slows down to a slooow crawl up and down his plump shaft, taking his lazy time to tug open your prettily pouted maw with his other hand. “Heh- could open that pretty mouth all wide f’me and it s-still wouldn’t fit, doll.”

With a wailing protest, you’re letting him lilt your mouth open further- and fuck, the way that pinkish tongue of yours flops out eagerly makes Toji dizzy.

His own tastebuds flooded with a freshly scalding wave of briny spittle, just starting to threaten near the crevices of his stern lips before he cranes his head towards yours and spits.

Splattering.

Now, Toji had good aim - perfect, actually. But where was the fun in that?

His rotund thumb swipes away a few speckles of excess, plugging the frothy remnants back between your whiny lips. The way your brows scrunch at the impact is so adorable, “Look at you- all greedy for this cock. Sooo fuckin’ wet already.”

“M’n-not…”

Liar, your cunt seemed to throb. Legs trembling together whilst your whirling pupils followed every draaaagging stroke of Toji’s big hands, the way he’d softly caress his lengthy digits over those delicate lightning bolts of his veins. It made you clench around nothing just to imagine how they would feel inside.

You blubber out a sobbing, “T-Toji.”

“Say it- say m’name again.” Toji drawls out sluggishly. Needy. He’s spitting down his spheroid cockhead, pumping angrily. “C’mon, say it-”

“Toji-”

“Again.”

Stuttering, slobbering with every gyrating hump gifted into the heady air.

“Toji…” Your bottom lips swells with your biting nibble, “-cum f’me.”

And as soon as the axons in his body pull taut and snap, he’s scrambling up from his seated position onto his knees to push his weepy tip into your face and cum.

Alllll over your pretty face - great, dripping cobwebs of seed that make his heavy thighs shake with sheer force. Whacking his bulbously swollen tip against your lips so that the ivory topping swabs across every inch he could reach.

Toji’s clawing on a tight hold around your neck to keep your cutely squirming self in place, his sharp hips jutting outwards in a slow gyrating pace. As if he was fucking an invisible you - envisioning it whilst his stringy bouts of sweltering hot cum dripped down your face.

Sloppy, sloppy.

“Shiiiit, haven’t cum this hard in…” His deep bass trembles, eyes glazing over with something primal and dreamy. Practically melting for you, “...in forever.”

The fastest he’s ever had, he shakes back the red, red blush scalding his ears now- just from you and those words. You.

You’re mewling, lapping your tongue out to taste the syrupy salted caramel flavor of his oozing sap. Lips gluing together at the thickly glutinous consistency, “Toji- cummin’ so much. Want more.”

“Shit.” Toji hisses, lurching as if he’d just been bolted with a zillion volts of electricity. Instantly, the hand at your throat adjusts you so that you’re splayed out on the kitchen floor. Pretty and slobbering with need for him.

Dewy eyes widening a significant fraction at the way his rounded capped knees settle languidly on either side of your head. He was so thick with chiseled muscles, you think you could cum alone from the way that Toji’s wrapping a hand around his hefty base and milking himself.

Face blossomed red, black brows scrunched, a slow splashing of sweat falls onto your face once he’s squeezing his hilt with a raw squeeeelch–!

“Sh-shit, talking outta pussy when you ngh- can’t even-” Straddling you, he nibbles on the flooded inside of his cheek, whirling peripheries locked on the last few splotches of pure sinful white that cream out of his tip and frost an adhesive capping down his length.

Chest heaving, voice guttural. “-can’t even- even hck!” As he’s finishing off, he guides his length to stand side-by-side with your fucked-out face. The way he was bigger than your head. Airily musing, “-fit this.”

You can only whine in protest, “A-as if.”

“Sass.” And Toji’s overstimulated cockhead twitches once, twice as he drifts a hand over to thumb his fattened pad on a particularly knotted puddle of cum beside your cheek. Gliding it allll down your wobbly lips like a sticky lipgloss, “Damn beautiful, too.”

With a shy peck on his meaty palms, you slip away into the shadows as you usually do. And eventually he’ll find his charcoal lashes dipping lower with fatigue, skin still sizzling with you and his high and you-

“Oh? Ya also wanted a change tonight, doll?” Toji pauses, worm-patterned blanket (it was half-off, alright!) partly spread in his arms.

Now about an hour later and back in his dingy bedroom, Toji stares with bated breath as you sneak out from the cracks of his open closet.

It wasn’t like him to leave you all alone, but after a week of his back moaning and aching at him- well, a night away from that teensy shack you called a home wouldn’t hurt right? At least not physically, it was tough for a man his size to squeeze himself inside without any afterlife powers.

What he certainly didn’t expect was for you to move back into the proper bedroom with him.

Cuddling your back against his toned front, fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Arms tight around your waist like glue, legs tangling together sweetly. Toji finds himself scoffing at the rosy heat that rises irrationally up to the tips of his ears - practically mocking him.

“G’night, pretty lady.”

“Good night…Toji.”

Burying his face into the soft crook of your neck so you wouldn’t see his furious blush, he thinks he’s never slept more peacefully.

Once in a blue moon - emphasis on once in a blue moon - Toji actually begrudgingly appreciates the presence of Shiu Kong in his life.

Sure, the man was an ass and absolutely too proud of those pencil lines he called a stache, but he was employed, at the nearby gym no less. And the best part about having a friend that was employed was that he could help Toji himself get employed.

And it was walking back home after (completely, totally acing) his job interview as a boxing coach, swiping through the email with his advance and the request that he start next week, that Toji runs into his enigma of a neighbor.

Ichiro…Ijishi…? Something of the sort. Running on the fumes of his good day, Toji raises his hand at the fidgety, spectacled man in greeting, “Yo- Itachi.”

Honestly, he couldn’t have looked more terrified had he been welcomed by a phantom. And Toji would know…

Jumping about a proper three feet in the air, he’s breaking out in a glittering cold sweat all over. Muttering incoherently, “I-it’s Ijichi…”

“Ah, right.” Toji grunts, shocked he even managed to squeak out enough syllables to answer him. Usual conversation was limited to running away or avoiding him altogether - though, perhaps the presence of you had something to do with that fact. Not that he was complaining though, as long as he had you.

Almost as if Ijichi had sensed his thoughts, he’s splaying his hands out in warning, “Y-you know- Toji-san, you should really be careful.”

Halting right in front of his walkway, the taller man raises a brow in questioning. This was bound to be interesting.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while but, th-they say there’s a…” Looking around, shuffling. “-g-g-ghost in that apartment, a woman who lived long ago and- d-died inside that closet. Until you, no one could live there because she would eeep! haunt them. Y-you should really be careful, Toji-san, I’ve been hearing noises from your home at the dead of night lately, too…”

Ah, your moans. He forgot he shared a bedroom wall with the other man, and you were probably louder now since you’d started sleeping in the bedroom with him.

Fingers tightening on the glossy pink shopping bag held in one hand, “S’that so? She’s really this scary ol’ ghoul then?”

“Exactly- it isn’t an o-old wives’ tale, either. Everyone’s seen it, the closet door opening at night, lights flickering, strange voices.” Dark brows furrowing, he trails off. “If you want the- the town’s exorcist, Ogami, is coming to cleanse my a-apartment tonight and has been urging me to give you her number.”

“An exorcist.” The syllables fall flat on Toji’s tongue, “For the ghost.”

“Yes yes- that ol’ woman, ah- exorcist says that the vengeful s-spirit can attach to a human being and sap their life source, tying the ghoul to them forever-”

“I wouldn’t mind that, actually. If it was her.”

He’s surprised to find that he means it.

Leaving Ijichi blubbering in confusion, Toji mutters away something that hopefully sounded like a ‘thanks but no thanks.’ Easily making his way inside, the door had barely slammed closed before you were slamming into him.

Face pushing into the valley of his firm pectorals, arms dangling to reach around his neck. Your fingers tangle into the delicate waves peaking out at his nape and Toji almost purrs, tackling you equally as fervently.

“So- dinner?”

Damn, he couldn’t even deny it anymore. Exorcism and spiritual powers his ass, you’d turned him into some sort of house-husband.

The same thought he’s repeating again and again as he cooks up a mean omurice in that tiny kitchen of his, golden brown and perfectly crisp on the edges.

All thanks to two hours of online research and bugging Shiu - his usefulness strikes again, dammit.

Toji takes great pride in drawing a lil’ heart of ketchup on the mounded middle, like he’d heard maid cafés do. Watching as you sniff. Cautious…and then scoff it down in generous gulps. Smirking, “So…Michelin stars?”

You’re only nodding, leaning over to plant a lingering peck- “Mhm.”

“Knew it.”

You were eating something he cooked - finally, finally eating something he cooked.

Suddenly hit with remembrance, Toji reels back his body a few inches away from your proximity on the kitchen table and almost whines - what the hell have you done to him? Shuffling through the few groceries, he waves one bag tantalizingly in front of your face, “Guess what, pretty lady.”

Oh, Toji was right.

If you asked him, he would say that he’s always right - but he was especially right in his assumption that you’d look jaw-droppingly gorgeous in that pretty pink number from the shop.

The old man had kept his word, reserving that dress so that Toji could splurge almost all of the hefty advancement fee from that brand-spankin’ new job of his. Later that night, he sat criss-crossed on his bedroom tatami, awaiting the fashion show. Letting you waltz out of the closet, nervously donned in a gauzy layer of fabric that hugged your body just so-

“C’mere. Shit, c’mere.” Toji rasps out, one hand sliding down his face because shit- the other clamors for his phone to take a picture. He glances down at the kassha-! of the screen, jaw dropping when- “Oh, ya really are a ghost.”

You’re spying over at the photo that showed nothing - literally. Nothing but a dress floating in midair, you shrug. “Duh.”

“Well, whatever-” Toji grouches, so much for setting a picture of you as his lockscreen. More preoccupied with the success of you becoming more talkative lately, “-do ya like it, doll?”

“Mhm– like it a lot.”

“C’mere, then. We hafta celebrate.”

Ah, you had the feeling that ‘celebrate’ meant so much more right now.

Because without warning, Toji’s roughened hand clings to the side of your waist and pulls you until you’re landing cutely to straddle his manspread lap. “Toji…”

“S’alright, sweet thing.” His familiarly heady musk and cologne invade your senses like fog, and Toji’s nose slides alllll the way up and down your gulping throat. Slowly. “M’kinda…starved.” Your hand twitches towards the hem of your dress- before Toji stops you gently. “Nah- keep it on, pretty lady.”

Oh?

Oh.

“O-oh, fuck–!” You’re squealing before long, straddling Toji’s sprawled head, the halo of his unruly bangs tickling your tender inner thighs. Laid out on the matted floors beneath you and leaving a wet peck near the sheeny splatters of slick coating your outer pussy.

Squelch after raw squelch he was ripping out of you with only a few innocent glides of his lips on your own, “No underwear? What a sweet girl ya are f’me.”

You’re gasping as his tongue swirls over a few gumdrops of escaping sap, opening his rugged maw wiiide open to let you see the way they slip n’ slide all the way down Toji’s ravenous gullet.

“Ride. Ride my face- c’mon, ride my face like you own it.”

Hiking your newly-bought dress further up the curve of your ass, your knees ricket in tiny gyrations on top of his maw- needing more. A bullet of beaded sweat drips down your temple, “Stop- teasing, Toji.”

“Demanding now, aren’t we?” A soft spank leaves your mouth cracking with shrilling whimpers, head throwing back at the calloused drag of Toji’s fingers grabbing your ass and pushing you in deeper. A French kiss. “Let me- mm- let me taste ya first, at least.”

Oh, he was mean.

And the only thing meaner than Toji was that damn sinful mouth of his. Purposefully latchin’ his plush lips where your swollen folds were all puckered, letting your legs twitch with each vibration of his throaty groans.

“Wanted this for so long- so long.” He’s letting his spit-glossed tongue swipe suddenly between your drooling slit, a faaaaat drag of his ridged tastebuds. “So long- n’ you’re so fucking sweet.”

“F-fuuuuck– your tongue-”

Toji snickers, hot gusts from his lungs heating your pried-apart core - his widely prolonged tongue flops out eagerly to drink up every sploshing wad of slick that trickles down from your sloppy entrance. Cock twitching at the lacquered gloss hitting his chin, “Mhm- ya like that, right? She likes that- riiight?”

You did. He didn’t even need to fucking ask - your syrup sweet liquid gluing to his tastebuds was enough of a clue.

And Toji didn’t need another sign for his girthy tongue to inch towards your quivering hole, slithering. Sensually, so that every passing second meant you felt the grating scratch of his sensory buds.

“Now–” His nose crinkles in excitement at the thundering sluuuuurp he hears once his mushy tip presses inside your rubbery cunt. Stretching and stretching out your tight channel with a few slashes of his muscle, “-hello to you, too, sugar.”

Was he…giving nicknames to your pussy? Your tear-trapped lashes flutter awake, “Toji- wh-what are you-”

“Shhh- s’alright, doll.” With only one of his hands locking on your waist, he’s easily hoisting you onto your knees- fuck, you didn’t even have to burden your weak limbs with your weight because he was holding you up anyway. Scar-decorated mouth murmuring, “Upsy daisy- you just keep those pretty legs wiiiide open f’me and ride, okay? M’gonna take care of you…”

Words seeping with a dangerous whisper now that he had the perfect view of your pouted pussylips, it made Toji want to lick his own lips in desperate salivation.

Breathy, “Gonna take good- good-” Surging upwards until the tip of his high nosebridge bangs into your treacly clit. Hard. “-good care–” Tongue making a mess, humping up into the air. “-of her.”

You’re whimpering, hands bunching up into your dress to lift it higher once he brutally squeezes past your tight first ring of muscle. Enveloping eeeeevery nook and cranny inside you with his relentless tongue-

“Ngh- Toji–” Your hips restlessly roll into every barreling push of his swiping muscle, thighs flinching with every flick of his curling, dexterous crown stirrin’ your innards. Filling you up until it was maddening.

Just about all he can manage out right now, muffling a lil’ ‘mhm—?’ right when his tongue pokes into one of your earliest tender spots. Treating it like a dart board, he’s stretching his tongue as faaaar and wide as it could go to hit it repeatedly.

Vulgar.

He’s massaging his stinging maw into your saturated pussymound over n’ over until every bit of your steaming hot slick is piled onto his lips. With a harsh grip of one of your asscheeks, and a thumb lugging lazily over your throbbing clit - Toji was sloppy.

And you were simply crying from both ends, bubbling tears clogging up your throat at the bruising pace he was making out with your honeyed cunt to. “H-how are you even- reaching-”

To Toji, it was a personal insult that you were riding his handsome face like this and still had the time to ponder your pretty head with nonsense like that.

Well and fully intending to gnaw on your teary pussy until you were stupid, one of his free hands traverses a sneaky pathway underneath you. The thick, rounded stretch of one of his fingers circlin’ your hole making you moan. “Wh-what- hngh!”

That was more like it, he’s smirking something dark as you clamp around his bulky finger with your dripping wet core. Warm and soft.

So soft. He really can’t help but stare down in pure awe with those sultry hazed eyes of his, watching through partly-open lids when he slaps his tongue down on your perky clit and takes the opportunity as you gasp-

“Fuck! Toji–”

-to rummage in another girthy finger, canines bared back in the tiniest of snarls while he unapologetically pumps back and forth to try and shovel them deeeeply inside. Hissing at the slight resistance, scouring fingertips scraping way inside your flooded wet depths.

And he doesn’t know who’s louder - you or this sweet pussy of yours.

Fuck- with a joint furrow in his brow, Toji’s holding back his rasping pants in an effort to memorize every squelching noise you were letting off from between your legs. “Tha’s it- atta girl, talk t’me.”

Scissoring his knobbled digits all the way until his knuckles are striking your plump lips, lurching out filthy slurp after slurp.

You were just too damn sexy for your own good, and before the next few whimpers of his name can formulate on your tongue, Toji spits a weighty glob of spit down your bulging slit and chases it. Like a moth drawn to flame, he’s pressing the flat of his hot tongue everywhere.

The stray spaces where he was viciously thrusting away inside your entrance, the hood of your clit, the glittering layers of slick caking your inner thighs.

Anywhere, in long depraved licks until your back begins to arch. Voice cracking at a lilt he found familiar, “Please- please please please m’so c-close, Toji-”

“Close, huh?”

You’re damn near falling straight onto your face if it wasn’t for the way Toji holds you up, sobbing when he only dips his fingers ever-deeper right where your nerves were on fire. Slapping a stinging bruise over the patch of your g-spot.

“S’that r-right, sugar?” He gasps through pitched pecks, kiss after kiss of his swirling berry-pink tongue that makes your eyes twirl comically. His own thighs squeeze together, aching for any friction between, “Gonna- gonna cum? Gonna- ngh- cum on my face, sugar?”

Fuck- and every time his pearly white teeth latch on animalistically to the fleshy nub of your clit, your puffy pussy practically screams out answers. Tugging on your perked hood until drool seeps like a river from your lips.

Both pairs, and Toji loved it. Loved what a pretty mess he could make of you.

“S’that so? Uh uh–” He nods, and if you weren’t rendered stupidly speechless right now you might’ve just said a thing or two about the way that he was talking to your dripping cunt. “Mhm? Oh? Oh really…” Before spying over at you through lowered lashes, “Says she’s gonna heh- cum, doll.”

Almost as if he spoke it into existence, you’re hitting your high at that very moment.

“Shit- shit shit shit m’cumming– ngh, m’cumming.”

Rolling his eyes with fondness, “Oh yeah? Give it t’me- give it all, m’fucking ngh- starving.”

“All- all.” Your voice reaches a fever pitch inside those papery-thin walls.

Vision shattering with tears, and you might not have seen the way you’d cum - what with your eyes permanently finding a home at the back of your head - but Toji certainly did.

And fuck, he’s never wished more that ghosts could show up on camera.

Because you weren’t just pretty when you were finally overcome with your orgasm, you were gorgeous. Toes arching cutely, mouth plastering with a fresh lipstain of moisture, throat parched over and over with the sound of his name.

“Pretty girl.” Plopping in another finger with a wet splotchy sound to fuck you through your euphoria. His lengthy tongue aches with the slippery squeeze of your walls, grinding up with every rolling push of your hips. “Pretty pussy.”

You’re cumming and he’s tugging down his currently see-through pants to furiously pump his rock-hard length. Fucking you with his mouth the way he needed to with his bloated cock.

Your body lurches in sparking sensitivity-

Only to be hauled back down unceremoniously by his hand resting upon your throat, “Nuh uh, no runnin’ away.”

Just pouring wet, and Toji was more than happy to drink up every ounce and sappy wad. The treacly slabs of his saliva so weighty and thick that you could almost taste it on your own stinging buds.

Toji’s kiss-swollen scar smeeeears down your clit one last time n’ stays there playfully, “Heh- had my fill, pretty lady. Now about that dress…”

It’s only then that you’re gathering all your bearings enough to gaze down at your dress- well, initially supposed to be the drenched hem of your new clothes.

But instead what your eyes are drawn to was the way that big, bad Toji looked so ruined.

His sparse chest hair glinting in the dim-lighting with a lamination of fervent sweat, flushed a clammy crimson all the way down to his collarbones. And the look in his eyes- oh, Toji was drunk on all the sweet, sweet juices of your pussy.

Half-lidded, woozy, dilated until his gaze was almost all Stygian black - he doesn’t take his stare off of you for even a second as you remove yourself with a sappy pop!

Breath hitching at the way your slick slobbered until it was dripping down his chin, creeping all the way up to Toji’s cheekbones. He grins– and you don’t think you’ve seen Toji look so accomplished, freeing you of your soaked-through dress.

Staring at your nude figure in worship, “How about a bath. Together?”

“Mmm- that sounds…” Your sensitive eardrums crane towards a lowly incanted muttering that came from one side of Toji’s bedroom walls. “-s-sounds…”

He’s instantly raising his thick brows in confusion, brushing away a sliver of sweat away from your face. “You alright, pretty lady?”

Yes. You want to say yes, but the electrified vibrations invading your body say otherwise - and you’re staring at that particular blank wall like a deer in headlights.

Toji couldn’t figure out for the life of him what was going on, following your beeline of sight towards the edges of the thin wall adjacent to you two - the same one he shared with Ijichi next-door. Ijichi who was scared of you and- oh.

Straining his ears urgently, he’s managing to catch a few snatches of the man’s conversation from the other side-

“-s-strange noises————louder——p-please get rid of-” Overlapping with the constant utterance of something that sounded like a…mantra…

Oh, shit.

He’s snapping his head to you - faint, “No. No no no no–” Fuck, how could he forget? That ‘cleansing’- you were being exorcized in front of his very eyes.

Toji Fushiguro has never moved faster in his entire life than when pins you down on your back and plugs your ears with the knobbled globes of his digits. Blocking out that damn incantation that might have you slipping from his very fingers.

“Don’t listen.” He rasps, watching at the twinkle gleams back in your hazy irises. Mouth crashing into yours, “Don’t listen- please, don’t listen- Stay with me, try not to think of-” But how could you not when the scratchy voice from beyond the wall only seemed to grow more determined, louder?

Shit- a distraction. He needed a distraction.

Suddenly too aware of the way your thighs were trembling around his toned waist, your naked middle rubbed scratchily with the peeking curls of his pubes- you drown out the mantra with a moan.

Your head tilting down-

Baritone growling with a slightly dark glint, his cock sags even heavier out of his pants at your intense stare. “What do you want me to- oh.” Following your line of sight, Toji’s jade eyes twinkle. “Nasty girl.”

Oh, you had the perfect idea to ignore that damn exorcism.

The trilling mewl that escapes your lips is nothing short of music to his ears once he’s tightening his vice-like hold on you and forcing your eyes permanently onto where his big, leaking cock was pulsing for attention.

Red and huge.

Swollen so tautly that it was bobbing from above his waistband, the chilling bedroom air making precum weep out in stringy splatters and hit right on the bullseye of your hole sloppily.

“So much precum…” he’s muttering to himself.

He was so ridiculously big that it made you thighs tremble - and not with fear over the happenings next door anymore, the incantations still distantly resounding.

“Take it then-” Distraction or not- this was a wet dream he’d been having ever since he moved here. He’s letting his throat tear with a primal growl, “Take it all- feel it, n’ you better only think about my fucking cock.” A lecherous idea pops into his head, “N’ you better count.”

It takes you all of one second - and two direct smacks of his fatly bludgeoning cockhead on your dripping mound for you to finally understand what he meant. Oh.

Round and pretty, Toji’s blushing a ruby red at this strawberry divot. Plump against your puffed-up pussylips, he’s angling his hips to position the curvaceous mushroom tip against your flooded entrance. Rubbin’ up and down your slippery slit sweetly-

“Count.”

“O-one.” Your sweet voice is enunciated with a quiet whimper, watery eyes slipping down to make note of every one of his branding, mazing veins. One twisted cozily around his base, one pounding near his split-ended tip. He wanted you to count his inches. Each and every one. “Two- three.”

With a smoky moan, Toji’s throwing his crown back- forehead slicking with a thin lamination of sweat at those pretty noises drawing out of you. “Mhmmm, good girl. K-keep going.”

Stretching you open so wiiiide, that you were temporarily stupid. His left-leaning cock was positively covered in curling veins, snagging and snagging your gummy walls they were molding to his hugely rotund circumference.

He cracks open one heavy eyelid to watch the way you gawked downwards, “Four- no, five.” One hand carefully letting go of your ears- the incantations growing fainter, he flies it down to his squelching wet length, fap! fap! fapping! it just to try and fit.

You’re pausing momentarily to ogle the flexing ripples of his working biceps.

“Talk- fuck, talk. Could cum from just the sound of that ngh- voice of yours, pretty lady.”

“Six…”

Sploshing out a heaping pile of pre somewhere into your heated core simply by the way you talked. It pat-pat-pats down in goopy, translucent dewdrops that slither to the saccharine bottom of your pussy.

He’s twisting his fingers to scratch that carnal itch on the line between his stimulated balls, probing you with the deeply rounded underside of his crown. Deeper. Deeper. Thighs shaking, breath harrowing, ears popping- a steady line of perspiration drips down his temples at the way he touched your walls with a final, filthy vein peeking out at you from underneath. “Yeahhh–? And? C’mon l-let me in–”

You’re gasping, “Seven-”

Oh- it was almost like a countdown for Toji but in reverse.

A countdown until his sanity snapped, and he was crawling a hand midway down your tummy. The mountains of his palm massaging your front when he pumps his hips a few sultry millimeters back and pushes-

Bottoming out.

“Ten–” Your mouth cracks open into a goopy mess as the remaining rest of his inches shovel ruthlessly inside you. Second high of the night hitting you like a truck, “Ten.”

He gasps at the way you’re cumming already. Already.

“Ten.” Toji echoes in a slight hiccup, heftily-lidded gaze roaming over the stout hill he was drilling into you. The outline where his crowned head was smooching the mushed sponge of your cervix, digging in deep. And if he sprinkled out just a singular jetstream of cum early then- well, he was only glad that you were too fucked dumb to notice the second skin of sap cascading down your walls.

“All the way…” He’s cooing at the way you twitch n’ whimper as he draws an invisible line up, up, up and down from the tip top of your cunt to your cylindrical bump. “-to your heart.”

Ten entire inches.

Toji starts to move in short, rapid little thrusts to batter the your cervix with a cratering circle of his cock tip. The bulging girth of his fat sides sensually giving your g-spot repeated hits, “Biiig stretch- isn’t it, pretty lady?”

“Hngh- y-yes—” You moan at the sloppy spanks, frothing out bursts of creamy buttery pre cum from the space between your puckered hole. Still oh-so-gone with the embers of your last orgasm.

Gasping, when his crownhead slopes in and out minutely - he’s so damn big that even that makes your hips thrash stupidly.

“Now now, what did I hah- tell ya about that damn f-fucking runnin’.” Toji grunts, watching as your folds throb palpably. Pinning you down with the ridges of his chiselled abs, one hand pulls you to him by your hips. “Won’t let you run. Breathe girl- breeeeathe n’ take it all.”

“B-breathe-” But it was so difficult considering how every mushy bump of his pulsating cock left you gasping for air. Lungs burning with strain-

He’s pinching your flared nostrils and blubbering out a drunken giggle, watching the way your shrieks lilt cutely higher. “See-” Your ears pop! “-see how much better it is when ya ngh- breathe? So take it like a good girl n’ ngh- say it with me, ‘biiig stretch.’”

Folding you like a lawnchair until until your chin hits the jiggling mounds of your tits, you stare dazedly at the way Toji’s eyes flit down to your gulping pussy and dilates. “B-big-”

“No no—” He starts driving into you with thorough, solid inches, reaching tender spots you didn’t even know existed. And you’re ringing the four walls of the room with your trilling wails, “S’a biiig stretch- not a ‘big’ stretch-” Finally cautious enough to dart his second hand down to roll your cloying clit, “-isn’t that right, sugar?”

It was apparent he wasn’t even talking to you anymore, watching your cutely contorting expression as Toji slouches his knees and pushes and pushes.

“Yes- yes yes yes yes–” Your ass stings with the ferocity of his strikes, and Toji’s toned pelvis was already starting to redden with the slamming impact. Babbling, “S’a biiig stretch- a biiig stretch.”

Sleazing a scarred grin when your capped knees start trembling, “Yeah- yeahhh atta girl. My poor baby needs a hah-hand?”

With a ricketing creak–! of your poor knees, you’re being pressed into the sloppiest mating press possible. Your heels digging bruises on his proud shoulder muscles, instinctively clenching ‘round his bustling length. “O-oh my god- fuuuck, Toji-”

“Oh…so fuckin’ wet. So fuckin’ pretty…” He’s breathing out in a quiet huff that hits your mouth, hungrily lapping up the few stray drops of saliva that string out from your parted lips. Toji’s intense gaze is so adoring that your skin prickles with goosebumps, “Makes me wanna…wanna ngh-”

“Wh-what–?” Your head tumbles back into the scratchy surface of the tatami, urging an answer.

And oh, Toji’s only pounding you harder into the ground in response. Again and again and again until your legs are numb.

Striking your throbbing g-spot with a dead-on whack, whack, whack. So hard that every ramming jackhammer from the curving mound of his red-tipped cockhead to his hilt makes the floorboards tremble.

Feverish. Desperate.

A pornographic groan breaking off from him, “Wanna- wanna ngh- cum inside. Wanna breed this pretty pussy.”

Oh, it’s like something had snapped inside of him. Every gobbling inch vigorous.

Toji’s trembling, thighs jolting- ramming into you so hard that your brain was all stupid with static electricity. And the only thing you could think to do at this very moment was stick your face into his clammy crook and whine- “Please- inside. All inside, Toji.”

“Fuh-fuuuck–”

With those words in mind he’s collapsing his sculptured body on top of yours as if he was shattering, and you’re catching sight of his rounded ballsack flinching dangerously at your targeted words.

Sucking his velveteen lips back into his teeth, one hand twisting on top of your crowned, sweat-matted head to push you down. “I-I’ll pump you so full of hah- cum that you won’t be able to keep it all inside you.” The other twisting on your clit, “Gonna breed you right, sugar.”

And you don’t know who cums first - but it makes you sob.

Your eyes turning pure white as his cock searches deep, deep, deeply to hit the back of your pussy with ribbony knots of cum.

It’s so wet down under, so much seed being pumped into you - just about two or three thick wires glueing to your insides with each passing second - that you’re flooding out. Great, heaping torrents he mercilessly thrusts into you after every one of your high peaks.

“Cum- cum- cum a lot.” Toji gravels out into your buzzing ear, pinching your fragile clit until you’re shattering underneath him. Faster. “Cum. Get- get pregnant with my ngh- child.”

You bawl out belatedly, “Cumming– cumming, Toji- don’t m-miss…”

“Never, pretty lady.” He’s biting down on your lollling bottom lip, larynx scratching with grunt after grunt with every hit. Every plummet of his plummy, cum-candied cockhead turning your brain into melted mush. “Gonna get you pregnant- get-”

Two knobbled fingerpads dip down to plug your leaking hole back full with the glittering globs of cum spilling out of you.

Scarred lips curving into a smile, crazed. “Get pregnant- get–” With a final few slams, he’d milked himself dry and was still aching for more. Pressing down on your bloated tummy bulge of cum, “Ohhh look at th-that, all mixin’ together. All yours.”

You wince, your heart thundering at the way he was making even more of a mess down there to meanly push back into you.

And every lazy, directed pound leaves you gasping for air– Looking down at the dolloping cream, you’re mumbling out a fatigued, “M-mine?”

“That’s right, doll.”

Heart racing, the lights flicker as your spectral powers yield out- and you’d already known that Toji was the only one you’d tie your soul to this way, till the ends of time - immortality for him.

But now was the moment - that burning question finally on your tongue.

“Be mine?”

He leaves a slight smack at the adhesive sheen overtaking your thighs and makes you shake. Eyes half-shuttered, blush burning, maw drooling– Toji throws his head back as his aching tip twitches wildly for a second round. “All yours.”

And it was by the time that your second round turned to thirds, your thirds into fourths- fifths, sixths, fuck- Toji couldn’t even keep track.

It might as well have been a draw.

The only thing he could register was the yolky light of dawn filtering through the windows, and the way that every inch of the bedroom was a mess beyond recognition.

A few holes were made in the neat tatami, his bed broken into splintering pieces, desk shattered.

He now had himself pushed back into the cool wall of the snug closet, restless lower half papping up where your hips were straddling his. Ruined. Toji creeps a hand down the humid skin of your spine and pants, “So f-fucking wet, s’like a damn ngh- water…park…”

His sluggish eyes flap and fight to stay open, words sluuurring - and so do his hips.

“T-Toooji—” You drag out like a broken record, your hands resting precariously on his bulky deltoids. Scrambling to swivel n’ swivel in lazy hearts and circles, drool dripping out of you like a waterfall from both ends. “More- ngh moooore.”

“Holy shit- what sorta s-stamina, doll-”

Though, he really wasn’t complaining. Not when Toji lets his sweat-dropped head hit the back of the wall with a gruff call of your name, aching red cock loading out just a few more wispy strings of sap.

“Yours. Yours yours yours-” He whimpers- whimpers. Head spinning once you’re huffing out a pout and swerving your hips in a sexy figure eight, bouncing ever-so-slightly to milk him dry. “Stainin’ me all nghhh- white n’ creamy.”

A soft spank on the tippy-top of your clit makes you see stars - cheek nuzzling his own and Toji thinks it’s so cute.

“C-cute?”

Oh, shit, did he say that out loud?

Judging by the twitching corners of your lips, he’d said that part out loud, too. “Mhm– k-keepin’ me hostage. Squeeze me like that n’ I’ll- ohhh- one hell of a ngh- woman.”

By this point, the inflated bulge at your tummy was jiggling with each plap! of skin stickily slamming down onto skin. You’re whimpering as you start veering into fatigued grinds instead, scraping the outside of your clit down on his drenched happy trail.

“Tha’s right- fuuuuck, gimme those h-hips- those damn birthin’ hips, my lady.” His vision muddles with a few tears, and Toji has to grasp your neck to keep guidin’ your cunt to that pinpointed target of his tender inches. Big, fat cock sending shots of electricity darting along his veins, “Squeeze me t-tighter.” Fingers getting tighter, “Tighter- c’mon g-grind those ngh- pretty hips a lil’ bit.”

“L-like this–?”

He’s using up all his strength to bounce his knees - heart stuttering just as much as his words were. Toji could barely feel his spasming pink tip, “Back and f-forth- back n’ forth back n’ forth–”

You’re letting yourself be manhandled like some glorified doll, your slurping walls sucking the soul out of him with every swash of that weighty cum jostling inside of you. “P-please.”

Ah, and that was all it took a thoroughly overstimulated Toji to keen out yet another wringing orgasm. Though, this time filling your swampy cunt up with nothing but a few twitches and jolts, he’s cumming dry– still fucking up into you like he was pumping you with severe bouts of seed.

“Pregnant-” He’s rasping out mindlessly, parched. “Preg- ngh! Gonna breed you all pregnant, sugar…” The syllables tumbling out like a babbling mantra.

And that was when the final shreds of his rationality spark, tear-polished lashes fluttering as he listens intently beyond your four walls. Only to discover…nothing.

No mantras.

No exorcism.

Nothing taking you away from him.

“Scared off, huh?” Toji catches your eye and smirks, “Hope they heard.”

You giggle, “You’re a sick man.”

“M’your sick man.”

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

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