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lepidxpterxphxbia · 2 years ago
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WOE.BEGONE ocs masterlist!!
Decided to make one of these finally because there's a lot of them
MIKELIJAH CONSOLIDATIONS
Cicada Walters (they/he/she bird/wing)- Consolidation between Mikey Walters and Eli Mayfield. My self insert! And my favorite disaster bisexual. They're one of the founders of H1VE. In a romantic relationship with PR1ZE and Jessica.
C.W. (they/he/she bird/wing)- Cicada iteration from the future. They came back to the present to help out with the H1VE and Elijah conflict. After that, they pop in for individual missions and corrections, but mostly stay in their own time.
Scarab Walters-Baker (they/she yee/haw)- Cicada's older, cooler, and sadder cowboy iteration! They're about 10 years older, give or take. Used to be a flinchite boot but rebelled and helped Cicada escape the compound. Married and in a qpr with B0UNTY and Jessie. Part of H1VE.
Timema Walters (she/he)- Iteration of Cicada still playing WOE.BEGONE. She works at OI and is still doing missions for them. She keeps surveillance over H1VE and protects them in the ways that he can, but doesn't interact with them outside of that.
Viceroy Walters (he/xhey)- Iteration of Cicada, iterated off at the same time Timema was. He works at OI and goes to OVER occasionally. Part of a separate base inside of OI, run by a different OI worker, Facade. (Heshemikey's oc) Xhey're part of the Elijah council.
Rove Walters (he/him)- Iteration of Timema that she created to try and help escape from WOE.BEGONE. Rove ran off and met M3DAL, a PR1ZE iteration, and now they live their stupid little hippie lives on the beach. He's filled with paranoia about WOE.BEGONE finding him and kills any iteration he sees of himself on sight.
Mantis Walters (he/they)- Mikelijah consolidation, not a Cicada iteration. Basically just the came back wrong trope. I love him. He's so angry all the time and at everyone. Most iterations of them are compound torture subjects but there are a couple running around on the outside. One of their iterations is part of H1VE.
Hornet King-Walters (he/they xe/xet)- Consolidation of Cicada and Damian (also a two person consolidation). Has a small council but they don't do much except for steal stuff from OVER. Has a bunch of medical issues because of their consolidation. Coowned by @ltacryptid. Xe's also in a weird polyam relationship with xet's other iterations and Ana and Hyde.
H2 (he/him)- Hornet iteration. Very much the quietest and softest iteration, but still ruthless.
H3 (she/they/he)- Hornet iteration. Literally Will Just Kill You.
H4 (he/it)- Hornet iteration. Quietly angry and sad all the time.
H5 (he/she)- Consolidation between two Hornet iterations. Completely immobile. His body is always falling apart. The only reason he's still alive is because Ty wants to see how long it takes her to die.
Tracker King-Walters (they/them)- Hornet's cowboy iteration. Originally wasn't part of the council but got roped into it. Also will just kill you.
MISCELLANEOUS
Elijah Alexander Mayfield (he/she/they)- Hoo boy. Where do I even start. The council of elijahs are probably the most powerful ocs I have. They have their grubby little fingers in every time travel org out there except Walters Base. They all consider themselves they same person even though the aren't so they all use the same pronouns. They're all bastards. ESPECIALLY Eli.
Oliver Newton (prns vary between iterations)- The Elijah's rival council. Just as powerful, a little less ruthless. They and Elijah used to be friends, before Eli coerced (read: threatened) Cicada into doing a connectivity strike on them.
Aaron Fowler (he/him)- Elijah's boyfriend and ex WOE.BEGONE player. Used to work at OVER, but then he tried to start his own version of Base and got killed for his efforts. Elijah brought him back, but now he lives in hiding.
Anaphora Lawson (she/they)- Tier 1 OVER worker. Knows a bit of what's going on but wants nothing to do with it. Lives with her partners, the hornet council and Hyde, and just tries to keep them safe. Accompanies the Hornets on their OVER missions anyway.
Brair Campbell (she/her)- Consolidation between Anne and an unnamed OI worker. May's (Elijah's OI iteration) pet project. OI made her forget she's a consolidation and she's just living a normal life. Now and again the Elijahs use her for something and then she gets her memory back, but it's rare.
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diioonysus · 1 year ago
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"A death mask is a likeness of a person's face after their death, usually made by taking a cast or impression from the corpse. Death masks may be mementos of the dead or be used for creation of portraits.
The main purpose of the death mask from the Middle Ages until the 19th century was to serve as a model for sculptors in creating statues and busts of the deceased person. Not until the 1800s did such masks become valued for themselves.
In other cultures a death mask may be a funeral mask, an image placed on the face of the deceased before burial rites, and normally buried with them. The best known of these are the masks used in ancient Egypt as part of the mummification process, such as the mask of Tutankhamun, and those from Mycenaean Greece such as the Mask of Agamemnon."
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miralure · 1 year ago
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A beautician specialising in hair, makeup and skincare and her emotional support puppy Sprinkles :)
Will hopefully be posting some gameplay with her!!!!
Thanks CC creators! @pralinesims @simuko @enriques4 @dogangje @tina-sims @its-adrienpastel
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cat-shouty-13 · 5 months ago
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Major spoilers for tgaac and plvsaa !
These are some headcanon ancestor/descendant relationships for the characters from plvsaa and tgaac because they are connected and it makes more sense for these people to be related considering both games take place in England.
I recommend playing/watching both games before looking at this cuz they're really good games :) but you don't have to if you don't want to :)
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Anyone who says Iris is an Apollo/Trucy ancestor I get from where you're coming from but please reconsider :)
Whoo boy this is going to be a nightmare to tag :(
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fill-me-with-dirt · 1 year ago
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Crazy how a podcast character can give me gender envy. Girl that is WORDS !!
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cinemaocd · 11 months ago
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There is a scene in David Lean's Oliver Twist where Bill Sikes (Robert Newton) wakes up after murdering his girlfriend in a drunken rage the night before. It's clear that he doesn't really remember what happened but he wakes up and finds her dead body. It's a brightly lit room (as contrast to most of the movie which is all shadows and greasy cobbles and chiroscura lighting) and there is no music in the scene, just the noise of passersby on the street outside, traffic etc.
Lean shows us Bill's face (and Newton's acting here is absolutely minutely perfect) in a long, relentless take and then he cuts away to Bill's dog who is absolutely terrified. That little guy gives the performance of a lifetime. The dog knows that Bill murdered her and he knows what is going to happen when Bill realizes he murdered her and you imagine it's at this point that Bill would normally lash out at the dog. Instead Bill opens the door and is about to leave and we see the dog launch himself across the room to get out of the door ahead of him.
Later, the dog leads the angry mob to Fagin's hideout because Bill is with them there. Bill goes out in the street to silence the dog, but the mob is already coming down the road, it's too late.
All of this is silent, done without much if any dialog. The whole thing with the cobblestones and the dog reminds me so much of The Third Man which came out the next year and had a big chase across wet cobblestones involving an animal that was associated with the person being hunted...
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thetooncrew · 2 years ago
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anyway. lupin the third if he was a codename kids next door
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back-and-totheleft · 8 months ago
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"Oliver, he’s an accidental intellectual in a way, and a fucking genius director. Any chaos is very much within his own personal space. He takes references from everywhere: suddenly he’ll speak to you in French, or about some ancient Greek myth, but it’s all exquisitely relevant to what you’re doing. Oliver kind of reminds me of a bear with a splinter in his paw. There’s just something that he’s trying to get to, and it hurts him. I just loved that about him and desperately wanted to create whatever was necessary to get to that place.” -Thandiwe Newton on Oliver Stone, The Sunday Times, Sept 2008
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byneddiedingo · 2 years ago
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John Howard Davies and Robert Newton in Oliver Twist (David Lean, 1948)
Cast: Robert Newton, Alec Guinness, Kay Walsh, John Howard Davies, Francis L. Sullivan, Henry Stephenson, Mary Clare, Anthony Newley. Screenplay: David Lean, Stanley Haynes, based on a novel by Charles Dickens. Cinematography: Guy Greene. Art direction: John Bryan. Film editing: Jack Harris. Music: Arnold Bax.
After George Cukor's 1935 David Copperfield, this is my favorite adaptation of Dickens for film or TV. What Lean does right is to treat the Dickens book as a fable, not a novel. A novel takes its characters seriously as human beings; a fable sees them as embodiments of good and evil. And there's plenty of evil on display in Oliver Twist, from the brute evil of Bill Sikes (Robert Newton) to the venal evil of Fagin (Alec Guinness) to the stupid evil of Mr. Bumble (Francis L. Sullivan) and Mrs. Corney (Mary Clare). Oliver (John Howard Davies) is innocently good, whereas Mr. Brownlow (Henry Stephenson) is a man of good will. Nancy (Kay Walsh) and, to a lesser extent, the Artful Dodger (Anthony Newley) are potentially good people who have been corrupted by evil. The performers are all beautifully cast, especially Davies as Oliver: He's just real-looking enough in the role that he doesn't become saccharine, the way some prettier Olivers do. This is Lean in what I think of as his great period, when he was making beautifully filmed movies with just the right measure of sentiment: Brief Encounter (1945) and Great Expectations (1946) in addition to this one. But he would be bit by the epic bug while working on The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957), and its success would betray him into bigger but not necessarily better movies: Lawrence of Arabia (1962), Doctor Zhivago (1965), and the rest of his later oeuvre would have the same attention to visual detail that make his early movies so rich, but they seem to me chilly in comparison. Here he benefits not only from a perfect cast, but also from Guy Green's photography of John Bryan's set designs. There are probably few more terrifying scenes in movies than Sikes's murder of Nancy, which sends Sikes's dog (one of the most impressive performances by an animal in movies) into a frenzy. Running it a close second is Sikes's death, seen from a vertiginous rooftop angle. We don't actually see the death, but only the swift tautening of the rope as he plunges, punctuated by a sudden snap. The film is not as well known in America as in Great Britain: Guinness's portrayal of Fagin elicited charges of anti-Semitism, especially since the film appeared so soon after the world learned about the Holocaust. Guinness doesn't play to Jewish stereotypes, but Fagin's absurdly exaggerated nose (which makeup artist Stuart Freeborn copied from George Cruikshank's illustrations for the novel) does evoke some of the caricatures in the Nazi newspaper Der Stürmer. The film was edited to remove some of the shots of Fagin in profile, and was held from release in the United States until 1951. 
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inhernature · 2 years ago
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New Moon Newton
Oliver Baez Bendorf
           God is Change,            And in the end,            God prevails.            But meanwhile . . .            Kindness eases Change.            Love quiets fear.                        —Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Talents
stars whole patterns of them rocking around in the radiant arena above and around our heads on a night when the wind sang like a scream and the deer stood frozen as a statue of itself the sky was dark because la luna had finished revealing themself and was not yet ready to begin again
and I get it now: a stanza is like a little frame
and the frame is a little crooked
jenny calls from the road and we talk I walk so briefly we together move from our faraway states synced perhaps by the clap of hooves and burning oil and the telephone can be a line like any other wire
so can I say it: love frightens me the matter it contains the speed the direction even words of thanks at the reference desk from a patron gracias, amor haunt me in the quiet places . . .
but if “god is change” then is it god who sent my matter hurtling back into the open open
can anybody tell me how to contain it
clockwork even the moon on a calendar stacked fluxes away and comes back
striking disclosure arrives in flashes
(Source: Poem-A-Day)
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bottledelysium · 2 years ago
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Newt habitually wears the same bomber jacket all the time. It's a comfort thing. He used to wear a black one with the Olympus logo on it, but when he escaped from the Olympus Building, he couldn't wear something so recognizable and didn't want to be branded by Olympus anymore. Camille found him a similar brown one with a black fur collar and he's worn that one ever since.
That makes me think of how much trouble Newt must have had when he was on the run. He's 6'2" with a memorable face and a British accent. He sticks out in a crowd.
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miralure · 1 year ago
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Summer Days in Tartosa ft. Olive Newton
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starryeyed-seer · 1 month ago
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"Enoch cazlor" isn't the name it uses for mingling with London society, but i haven't decided what its legal last name will be.
Its a Lord officially, whose family was in good standing before the Fall and had an estate in Somerset. I'm not totally settled on the rest of the name, but the last name is trickiest...
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hubbs-movie-reviews · 6 months ago
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fandom · 5 months ago
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Celebs
Here comes Hugh Jackman out of nowhere with the steel adamantium claws.
David Tennant +2
Hugh Jackman
Pedro Pascal -1
Neil Gaiman
Michael Sheen
Oliver Stark +46
Ryan Reynolds +18
Ncuti Gatwa +84
Walker Scobell
Nicola Coughlan
Ryan Guzman +49
Jensen Ackles
Misha Collins -6
Vivienne Medrano
Luke Newton
Hugh Dancy +13
Assad Zaman
Mads Mikkelsen +10
Sam Reid +11
Zendaya +12
Ewan Mitchell +23
Jacob Anderson +14
Leah Jeffries
Elon Musk -23
Sebastian Stan -1
Tom Hiddleston +25
Lou Ferrigno Jr
Margot Robbie -22
Nicholas Galitzine -8
Joseph Quinn -19
Ayo Edebiri +23
Drew Starkey
Sofia Coppola
Ryan Gosling -25
Ryoko Kui
Catherine Tate
Taylor Zakhar Perez -17
Eric Bogosian
Jenna Ortega -25
Josh Hutcherson
Sydney Sweeney +35
Kristen Stewart
Joe Keery -17
Jonathan Bailey
Taika Waititi -26
Emma D'Arcy
Rhys Darby -24
Alex Hirsch
Hayao Miyazaki
Austin Butler
Marilyn Monroe +8
Mike Faist
Lily-Rose Depp -19
Olivia Cooke
Akira Toriyama
Tom Glynn-Carney
Matthew Lillard
Kathryn Hahn
Cillian Murphy -16
Tom Blyth
King Charles III
Aubrey Plaza
Chris Evans -47
Jacob Elordi
Matt Smith +7
Jeremy Allen White +8
Toby Fox
Barry Keoghan
Selena Gomez -2
Delainey Hayles
Hayden Christensen -32
Peter Capaldi
Millie Gibson
Glen Powell +10
Kate Middleton
Matthew Gray Gubler
Andre Braugher
Emma Watson
Maggie Smith
Noah Schnapp -58
Jared Padalecki
Florence Pugh -17
Scarlett Johansson +16
Jacob Wysocki
Matthew Perry
Tom Holland -41
Timothee Chalamet +3
George Rexstrew
Simone Ashley
Monica Bellucci
Manny Jacinto
Gillian Anderson
Alexandra Daddario +1
Ana de Armas -32
Anne Hathaway -20
Anya Taylor-Joy -3
Emily Ratajkowski
Joe Locke -50
Owen Wilson
Jodie Whittaker -13
The number in italics indicates how many spots a name moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded names weren’t on the list last year.
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thecoochiefairy · 1 year ago
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say it. toji.
warnings 𑄽𑄺 12.7k word count. a LOT of dialogue ngl, first person pov, black woman, vaginal penetration, rough sex, hair pulling,squirting,creaming drunk/tipsy sex, oral [f] [m], choking, daddy kink, praising, LOTS of dirty talk, degrading (maybe?), condomless sex, kissing, spanking, aggressive + cocky toji, daddy toji, baby megumi, minors aren’t welcome!
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━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ this was my first fic y’all, it is first person, sorry if that’s strange. enjoy! 🫶🏽
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“WHO THE FUCK STILL EATS FIG NEWTON’S?”
“Me! That’s who.”
My eyes continue to wander down the snack aisle, searching for my favorite selection. I toss the fruit paste filled cookie into the basket as I respond to my friend on FaceTime, “How about you mind your goddamn business?”
“As long as you continue to buy snacks only made from the devil, I won’t.”
I roll my eyes. “Anyways, you still comin’ tonight or what? I’ll buy a bottle of Stella Rose.”
“Black?” She smirks into the camera, leaning over in her chair as she continues her makeup.
“Black, of course. Makes me feel sexy,” I chuckle.
“Sorry, bookie. I’m going on a date tonight!”
“With the man that’s not your man, but is your man?” I tease.
She pulls the lip liner down from her face as she glares, “Very funny. That’s why you’re still single.”
“Very funny,” I repeat mockingly.
I could admit, it was way too late to be in the grocery store. But as I continued to sit in my condo with an empty fridge, my stomach began imagining myself cuddling with my favorite snack—Fig Newtons. Now I was here.
“You need to get your ass home, it’s late as hell and you’re by yourself,” my friend reminds me.
“I know, I know. I’m going. Once I get my Stella Rose Imma’ get my ass out—“
I stop. I was originally alone in this aisle as I suddenly heard the sound of feeble crying, my head turning as I look down to see a child. No, a baby. The baby waddles in anguish, his olive toned face red and swollen as his mouth ejected cries. My body was frozen as he stalked towards me, his stubby arms raising as he wailed in my direction.
“Girl,” I raise the phone to my ear, “There is a goddamn baby running towards me in distress.”
My friend's eyes go wide as she looks into the camera, “A baby? Oh hell. It’s some sex trafficking shit. Get out of there!”
“This some scary shit, I’m not going to jail! Or ending up in the back of some van where they tell me they’re gonna sell each of my organs,” I exclaim. The baby continues to bawl, now inches away from me as he then raises his arms up. His dark hair sticks up in different directions, wide eyes practically pleading for help.
“Awe. He’s adorable. Shit. Them’ people might get my ass, what if he’s really in distress?” I look around, seeing as no one else appears in the store but me.
“I still say it’s a trap. Kick the damn thing like you would Chucky!”
“Oh shut up, would you kick your own child?”
“Don’t have kids, can’t answer that.”
I place my phone down in the front of the basket as I turn back towards the small being, gushing, “Awe, Pumpkin. Are you lost?”
I lift him into my hands, wrapping my arms around him and he immediately accepts my gesture, leaning his soft head against my chest. I feel my heart melt, his crying begins to subside as he hides his face in my neck.
“Now sir, you and I both know I’m not your momma’. But that’s okay! Cause you’re adorable. And we’re gonna go find her. Shit, okay, where the hell do you bring a child if he’s lost in the store?” I look back over to the phone.
“Customer service desk, I think.”
“It’s damn near twelve o’ clock at night, Customer Service is most likely closed,” I mutter, “Shit. Okay, um—fuck. I’m gonna have to call the police. Or Jesus. Or Dr.Phil.”
“Don’t call Dr.Phil,” my friend pointed out.
“Right. Imma’ have to go to the front of the store and—“
As I turned to make my way towards the opposite direction I was going, I was interrupted as a man now stood in front of me. I jumped.
“Holy shit, am I really finna’ get kidnapped?!”
As I took in his face, this wasn’t just a man. This was a man. All the way down from the large black boots he wore, my eyes trailed up to his olive toned arms, muscles bulging through his shirt as a dragon tattoo trailed around his left hand. The silver jewelry he wore stood out on him. Numerous rings and chains, complimenting his onyx shirt that clung to his perfectly sculpted body. His full eyebrows were furrowed at me, scar atop of his lip twitching on his attractive face.
“What are you doing with my kid?”
“What? Oh— I’m sorry, is this your child?” I asked, slightly panicked. As I continued to study this man, he was scarily sexy. Dark hair, dark eyes. He looked evil in the best way. He had…a baby?
"Yeah, he's mine.” The man looked at me with suspicious eyes, sighing as he looked at the baby in my arms.
“What's the matter, champ?" He asked with a kinder and softer tone, the coldness from earlier in his stare now gone.
“I wasn’t trying to kidnap your child!” I admitted, my face going hot. I felt like I needed to admit that as I continued, “He…was crying. And I was just worried. I’m sorry.”
"I never said you were,” He replied. The small scowl on his face was slowly coming back. He reached forward to take the child from my hands, the baby beginning to struggle and cry again. He buried his head back into my arms as he hugged me tighter.
“Oh…” I then looked him up and down, “Wait a damn minute. Are you sure you aren’t trying to kidnap him?”
His face seemed surprised at my question. He looked down at the baby who continued to cry in my arms as he asked, “Kid, what's wrong with you? Why can't you calm down?"
The baby refused to let go of me. As I looked down to his adorable face, he cried as he then put his hands to his mouth. I realize why he’s upset.
I then say, “He looks to be less than two. I um…he seems to have teeth coming in. You should probably get some cold stuff for him to munch on, that probably explains him being so fussy. Once he couldn’t find you in the store, it probably just scared him.”
He looked at the child and noticed the swollenness in his cheeks as well. The man looked up at me, almost shocked at my observation.
"You know about children?" He replied. I could admit that this was an odd interaction. However, it seemed to be enough to break down his guard. His face softened.
“Yeah, I have a lot of siblings that I took care of. I was basically a mom at a young age,” I reply, “But seriously, he’s just hurting. It’s like a toothache all around your gums.”
"Yeah, you're right. It explains the wailing, it's not like I've never seen these symptoms before. Just didn't connect the dots,” He explains, scratching the back of his head. The baby was still crying, but slowly started to calm down. He looked up at me with teary eyes, still refusing to let go. The man tried again to take him from me, but the child held on tighter.
“I’m sorry… I don’t understand why he’s so comfortable with me,” I say softly, rubbing his hair to calm him down further.
The man sighed, then looked at me with an eyebrow raised as he said, “Maybe he saw something about you that he liked?" a teasing smile slowly coming along his face.
“I mean, I was holding some blueberries, does he like those?” I respond awkwardly, shaking my head as I try to flirt back. Was he even flirting?
He chuckles, “I don't know. Maybe he just liked the way you smelled? Or maybe the color of your hair?"
“Maybe. At least now you can remember that your son seems to have a thing for black women. He has good taste already,” I smile softly.
He chuckles again, my shoulders tensing as he briefly washes his eyes over my entire body. He then asks, “What’s your name?”
“I’m Oni’—“ I then stop myself, “Seioni,” I then correct, “Pronounced ‘Say-Oh-Knee. A lot of people just call me ‘Oni’. And um, your name? And your baby’s?”
The look on his face seems to be amused by me. After all of this, the baby finally reaches out to him, the man quickly taking him back into his hands. He then replies, "I'm Toji. And my son's name is Megumi."
“Well, Megumi’s a very beautiful little boy,” I reach out my finger to the baby, he wraps his entire hand around it. “It’s nice to meet you, Toji.”
“Same with you too, Seioni,” He fully pronounces my name, looking down at his child who was still holding onto my finger tightly. Megumi was now rubbing the finger with his whole hand, refusing to let go. Toji tried yanking him away again, but the baby wouldn't budge.
"Don't get too comfortable, I'd rather not have him get fond of you,” Toji replied, to which Megumi let out a small whine.
“Right,” I agree, pulling my finger away from the child. I continue, “But I’m glad he found me when he did, god forbid he’d walked out of the store or worse. But um, I’m sorry again if it seemed like I was trying to take him.”
He sighed as Megumi reached his arms out to me. He begins to apologize, "It's fine. I shouldn't have been so quick to judge….” He muttered, kissing the child's head as he stared at me.
"You seem like a good person."
“Thank you,” I smile, “You seem like you and your baby have a sweet bond. I’m glad he found you safely.”
"I appreciate that. I try to be the best dad I can, this isn’t a good representation of that,” He jokes, holding the child in his arms. Megumi then started to smile, cooing as he gripped onto his fathers shirt.
“So…I um…assume that his mom is at home waiting for you guys?” I ask.
He looked down, smile disappearing from his face. He cleared his throat as he explained, “Unfortunately, no. His mom passed away,” He replies flatly.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” I shook my head, “I’m shitty for asking that. I mean—bad, sorry,” I correct my cursing, the baby giggling at my tone of voice.
Toji laughed, “No, no need to apologize. It was just an honest question, but that’s why I'm raising him all alone."
“From what I can see you’re doing an amazing job. He’s a sweet baby, and in the instance of an emergency he ran for help. So, don’t be too hard on yourself,” I compliment him. I adjust my glasses on my face, feeling a small bit of irritation as my ginger hair was slowly falling from its claw clip.
His smile felt a little more genuine than before. He held the baby in his arms as he spoke, “Thank you. I'm glad that he's turning out to be just as good as you think he is."
I notice as silence capacitates the space between us, his eyes now study me the similar way I observed him before. I was wearing a matching set, gray sweatpants and a compression long sleeve. I looked like I had just hopped out of bed, yet, I didn’t feel unattractive to his vision.
I place my hair behind my ear, “Well…um…I should probably get back to my grocery shopping, don’t wanna keep bothering you two.”
"Yeah, you're right. I still have a few things I need to buy." Toji replied, I notice Megumi begins to grumble out fussy sounds. I give him an awkward smile as I then wave to the baby, turning myself back towards my basket to push.
"Wait... can I ask you something?" Toji then said. As I looked at him, he was looking straight at me; not the baby.
“…Yeah, sure!” I nod my head, gripping my grocery list nervously in my hand.
He looked at his son, slowly looking back at me.
"Does that mean you're single, by any chance?"
I'm not sure why my heart skips a beat at the question. “Um…yeah, I am actually,” I clear my throat as I feel my face becoming warm, “Why?”
He chuckles at my reaction as he replies, "The way that he was clinging to you, I thought that maybe he was onto something."
Okay, so he is flirting. Realizing that makes me even more flustered as I speak, “Oh…babies do have good intuition,” I point out. “Well, maybe this was his plan all along…to come find me,” I smile gently.
"Maybe it was. But one things for sure, the boy is interested in you,” He said, teasing. He tried pulling the baby farther back, Megumi beginning to whine, clearly wanting to stay closer to me.
“Mmm. Fair. But the real question is, is Daddy interested in me?” I tease back, asking the question more so towards Megumi, coming closer as I delicately tickle him with my fingers.
A small smirk appeared on Toji’s face.
"Maybe I am,” He said with a flirtatious tone, his son giggling from the tickles I gave him.
“Well maybe I have a number I can give to Daddy then, hm?” I cooed to Megumi.
As I cooed over the baby, I then looked up into Toji’s eyes directly. From the way he began to look a little flustered, I guess he didn't expect me to be as bold. Maybe Megumi really was on to something.
"You do?" He asked, his voice going raspy as he leaned in a little closer to me.
“I do. Let’s see if he’ll call me then.”
I take a piece of paper out of my notebook, writing my number down and placing it in Megumi’s small hand.
"Shit. Well I might just have to then, Seioni,” He said, eyes following my body as I walked away from him. Before I turned the corner out of the aisle, I saw the baby fumbling with the piece of paper in his hands. Toji smirked as he brought his attention to him, “What did she give you, champ?"
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MAYBE I WAS BEING A CREEP. It was nearly three in the morning, a small box of Fig Newtons on the table as I stared at my phone, curiously waiting to see if he’d text. What the hell is wrong with me? It’s three a.m, and he has a child.
I wondered to myself why I was even still awake. The interaction from earlier might’ve given me a bit of a high, and now I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. I look down as the clock says it’s now 3:01AM, rolling my eyes as I stand up to put my snack away and go to bed.
That’s when the phone begins to ring.
I could’ve flown to the table if I suddenly grew wings, looking over the phone as an unknown number pops up. It probably wasn’t him. Another spam number, mostly likely. I wait a couple of seconds before I pick up the device, stepping back as I press the phone to my ear.
“Hello?”
"Is this the beautiful, kind woman that gave her number to my son?" He asked, an immediate flirtatious sound to his voice as he spoke. I could hear the sound of random voices in the background.
My heart fluttered at his deep voice. I confidently replied, “Yes, is this the handsome man with the son?” I closed my eyes, wanting to kick myself in the throat.
He chuckled, amused at my compliment as he spoke, "Yep, that's me. I was surprised that the little one wanted your number so badly."
“Seems like he wanted it more than you did,” I tease.
"That's probably true." He replied, his voice going a little lower, “I do have a couple of questions though." He started to say, sounding a bit more serious now.
“Uh…cool, no problem. Go ahead with your questions,” I prod, sitting myself on my sofa.
He cleared his throat, trying to make clear what he was about to say next. The silence suddenly felt as if he was apprehensive of his question.
“Why are you single? You seem like an incredibly kind and attractive person.”
The question makes me chuckle. “That’s sweet. But…if I'm being honest, I just moved down here. I was in a relationship for a while before we broke up. I owned a tattoo shop back in my hometown, and I decided to expand out here. So, starting fresh in a new city,” I explain.
"You own a tattoo shop, really? I'm surprised I don’t have to fill out an application just to talk to you ,” He joked, his voice filled with curiosity.
“It’s gotten a lot more eyes on it than I ever imagined. But, unfortunately not, as far as the dating scene. My shop kinda runs itself, I have my regular artists who hold it down. I just do the paperwork now,” I reply.
I hear him adjust himself, a smirk now on his voice. “Wow. So you've got this nice shop, plus your own condo?”
I laugh, “Why’s that hard to believe? I’m a woman with her shit together. The topic of companionship never mattered to me, but I also wouldn’t mind the space being filled.”
"So you can handle yourself alone, I feel that,” He replied, giving a little chuckle, “But with all those qualities it just surprises me that you haven't found the right one. If I were to guess, I bet you get a lot of guys who hit on you."
“Not much since I’ve been down here, surprisingly. I’m usually at home a lot, if not in the office of the shop. You’re the first guy to actually approach me—but that was just due to circumstances, I guess,” I giggle.
"True. I’m glad I caught you before somebody else did. You said you were in a serious relationship before moving here, right?"
“Oh. Yeah,” I almost want to roll my eyes at the reminder, “But between you and me, I just turned twenty-nine. I’m ready for a seriously committed relationship. I don’t have time for the stupid shit—That stupid shit being a lot of stuff I dealt with in my hometown.”
"Yeah, I feel you on that,” He chuckles, “Sometimes the fun stuff can turn out to be the most problematic shit. The older we get, the more we learn what we want from someone. What was your previous relationship like?"
I adjust myself on the sofa as I think for a moment. “It was kinda an off and on relationship. He was the person my family wanted me to be with, everybody expected me to marry. But he was…boring? In every aspect. We didn’t have any of the same dreams or aspirations, the sex was pretty mediocre, and he didn’t take me seriously in my career. I don’t hate him, I just didn’t think we weren’t compatible,” I explained, “Is this an interrogation?” I then ask.
"No, no it isn't. I'm just trying to get to know more about you is all, beautiful,” Toji replied, his voice becoming a bit more deeper and flirtatious as he spoke.
"Plus, it seems like you already know what you want, which would definitely weed out a lot of guys anyway..."
“Mmm. So now I’m beautiful,” I repeat, “But yeah, it does. I want someone that’s gonna excite me in every aspect of the relationship. We can be two different people, but there has to be some fiery chemistry to create the connection I’m craving, you know?”
"Ex-act-ly!" He replied, "You want someone that can match your personality, not someone who settles for just whatever is given. Someone who can actually stimulate you, make you feel things that you've always wanted to feel. Someone who's confident and willing to take charge..." He paused, realizing he was going on a little bit of a rant.
"Sorry, I just got a little carried away there," he said with a small chuckle.
“No, you’re fine. We’re not having this conversation for you to be short. That’s exactly what I mean though, everything you said. I’m a lot to handle. And I’m not saying I need a man to ‘handle’ me, but I guess being grounded back down to earth at times…or even ‘handling’ me would be nice. I like a man a lil’ rough around the edges,'' I laugh softly.
"You like a man that's rough around the edges, huh? Someone who can really 'take control' of the situation?” Toji teased back, his voice going a little bit deeper.
I was enjoying how this conversation was going, our flirting felt entirely natural. But I didn’t wanna get ahead of myself yet.
I giggle softly as I reply, “Exactly. That’s exactly what I want,” I confirm, “But what about you? I…don’t want to be intrusive, but I’m just a little curious about Megumi’s mother. What happened to her? Were you guys together before she…passed?”
Silence comes within the phone. I immediately felt bad for even asking the question, quickly correcting myself as I spoke, “I’m sorry—“
"You’re good. We were together before she was pregnant with Megumi but...she passed away shortly after. She was…”
“We don’t have to finish this conversation, I didn’t mean to make you upset,” I reply, hearing his voice becoming different.
"It's fine, really,” he continues, “We were together. We had Megumi, but then she passed from birth complications.”
“I understand. My um…my birth mom actually passed away when giving birth to my youngest brother, which left me and my second brother to go into foster care early—but my family now is perfect. So I understand the feeling you get when you speak about her. I don’t know the actual feeling because that was someone you loved romantically, but my mom was my mom, so…” I shifted my body on the sofa, distracting myself not to become upset, “I get it. Grief comes with time, time comes with patience, patience comes with preservation.”
“And here I thought you were just someone I met by chance,” I feel relieved to hear him teasing again.
I laugh softly, “And here I thought you were some hot guy that looks like a villain, or might be a villain! Clearly there’s more to you than that, and it’s very sweet. But, it seems like you’ll have a little competition in trying to win my affection,” I remind jokingly.
“Villain? Shit, might be. But I don't mind the competition. I'm up for it if you are,” He speaks confidently.
“Competing against your baby son? Shame, Toji,” I shake my head, “I think he had me first, though.”
"Damn. That’s crazy. I guess he does have you all to himself then, huh? But for real, I’m not even jealous. It's just funny seeing him take such an interest in someone. He usually doesn't show much expression to other people, but he really went out of his way to want to know you. So you can take that as a compliment."
“I do, actually. It seems like he’s tired of your ass, he needs a womanly touch,” I playfully insult.
"Oh really? You think you know more about my son than I do?”
“Mmm, I’m not too sure. I mean, I don’t have any kids, yet I somehow knew your baby was teething before you did…weird, right?” I mock his sarcasm.
"Yeah, right. Like you, some lonely ass woman who's got no kids can know more about my own son than me, even though you haven't even spent an hour with him yet,” He scoffed back, “I bet you don't even know that he started a new habit recently."
“Ouch, I am not lonely!” I chuckle, “I have two cats, actually. They’re great companions. And what’s this new habit he started? I’m curious,” I reply.
"He’s really into Doc Mcstuffins, as you can currently hear in my background. He also started chewing his thumb. He'll do it when he gets fussy, or he can't get to sleep...” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice as he talked about Megumi.
“I hope you didn’t take that baby’s pacifier away before he was ready. He’s looking for it, asshole!” I insult, “That’s why he’s chewing on his thumb. You should try putting his pacifier in the freezer and then giving it to him. He’ll love that. And yes, I am a cat lady, better than a fussy man around my house, eating all my food and paying no damn bills!”
"Hey, I didn't take his pacifier away! I would never do that to him. But you're right, I haven't tried the freezer thing with his pacifier yet before. I should do that soon, and see how he takes it."
“Good. The coldness on his teeth will really help that process of them coming in. See, maybe he ran to me because he needed a girly touch to things. The boy knows what he wants in a woman,” I hum.
"Mmm, I think he just wanted to see if he could get a better reaction out of you. I guess he was bored of me. Although, the only type of 'girly touch' I can imagine you doing to a guy is kicking him. You seem far too aggressive for someone that wants to be seen with more of a ‘womanly touch’.”
“Oh god. You did not just hit me with the angry black woman trope. Megumi was practically in love with me. Don’t act like you don’t like my aggression and hostility, otherwise you wouldn’t be on the phone with me,” I laugh.
He laughs, “Nah. It’s not like that. Maybe aggression is kind of 'my thing.' I do have a little bit of a kink for that..." He said, teasing me again.
“Mhm, exactly. I know you think it’s a little sexy, so shut up,” I reply, “ But, I guess to prove that he is in fact in love with me, a second interaction is needed.”
"A second interaction? So you think you're definitely going to win his heart this time, huh?"
“I’ve already won it. And if I don’t, you can laugh in my face for it, hm?” I suggest.
“Imma’ have to set up a second interaction then, just to see which one of us is the winner. I’m not finna’ let you take the heart of my son! I have too much pride for that."
“It’s a deal then. Give me a time, and I’ll be there,” I hum, feeling completely comfortable in this conversation.
"How about... in 3 days. Does that work for you?" I could suddenly hear a flirtatious vibe in his voice.
Three days felt like a very short time. I don’t know why I went from being comfortable to nervous. To be able to actually see this man in person again, it made me…intimidated. But it also made me very curious.
“Mmm, in three days? I think I can do that. Make sure everything’s together in my shop, so I can have all the time for you and your little miniature self,” I chuckle.
"I'll make sure everything is prepared then. But you also better prep yourself as well, you don't know what to expect fuckin’ with me,” he speaks cockily, my eyes rolling at his confident tone.
“You say that as if I’m supposed to be intimidated. I think you should be more worried about handling me, Toji…” I drawled his name sultrily, wanting to play him at his own game.
“Oh for real? And why exactly should I be worried about handling you?" he questioned, his cocky tone returning.
“I’m a shower more than a teller. Guess I’ll just leave that in mystery now.”
"If that's the case, then it seems like I have three days to figure out what kind of woman you actually are before we 'compete' for Megumi's love’,” He said.
“Mmm, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll answer the phone, maybe I won’t,” I playfully responded.
"Then I guess I should make sure I stay near the phone the entire weekend, huh? You really want to win Megumi over? Or is it something else?"
“Don’t turn this around on me. Now, I fell in love with little Megumi. It’s a plus that his father is incredibly sexy, so, maybe I am looking for more. But so are you,” I speak slowly, flirting into the phone.
"Be more specific when you tell me what you want from me.”
I raise my eyebrows. Why the fuck did that kinda arouse me?
I clear my throat as I reply, “Damn. You making demands already? So dominant. You want everything your way, I can tell,” I point out, “But, maybe I’m…interested in you romantically as well. God, I should’ve lied, I can feel that cocky ass smirk on your face as I speak.”
“I am dominant,” he corrects me, “But repeat what you said. Are you romantically interested in me?”
I roll my eyes, “Yes, Toji. Happy?”
“Very.”
“Mhm. I think you like that idea a little too much. But, it’s unfortunate that I have to get off the phone. I have to go handle some infuriated customer at the shop, mentally preparing myself for the bullshit as we speak,” I sigh.
“Damn. This late?”
“This late. My shop runs overnight too, my artists love making some money.”
“Me and your artists have that in common… I wanted to talk to you a little bit longer,” he admits.
“Seems like someone’s more interested than they make themselves to be,” I flirtatiously hum, “But seriously, I do have to go. I’m sorry. You’ll see me in three days, so…think on that.”
"I'll be thinking about you for the next three days."
“Goodbye, Toji.” I smiled, hanging up with a small flush on my cheeks. I press my hands to my face as I lay out on the couch, laughing to myself in embarrassment. Dammit. I was such a softy.
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“OKAY. OKAY. FUCK. OKAY, THIS IS GOOD, RIGHT?”
I stand in the mirror of my bedroom, twisting and turning my body as I stare at myself. The black corset clung to my figure. The long skirt I wear is equally tight as my hips struck out, my right hip peeking through from the high slit on one side.
“I mean, it’s not too much, right?” I frown at myself.
“Girl, I’d fuck you. You look amazing,” my friend compliments.
“Thank you. But I’m not looking for him to fuck me, ma’am. I actually…find myself liking him.”
“Ooh, the Ice Queen has a heart?”
“….I might want him to shake my uterus loose. Just a little bit,” I admit.
My friend laughs, “That’s what I thought. But seriously, you look beautiful, Oni’. If he doesn’t want you, we’ll go out to the bar and find a man that does!”
“Thank you. But I don’t want a drunken idiot. I want him,” I say honestly.
My ginger hair comes down in wavy layers as I brush my fingers through it. The color compliments my winged eyes, lips a dark shade of mauve. I hope I can survive in the skimpy strapless heel I wear, a small pink bow on the front straps. I blew out a breath.
“What if he—“
“Girl. You said you were practically caked up with him until damn near five a.m. If the man doesn’t like you, he’s insane.”
I try to shake my insecurities as I exhale, “You’re right. Okay. I’m gonna go, I love you. If I don’t text back in the next two hours, put a police report out on me!”
“Or you’re getting criminally fucked,” my friend smirks.
“You’re disgusting, and that was a horrible pun. Goodbye.”
I hang up the phone, spraying myself of my vanilla perfume as I take another spin in the mirror. I knew I looked good, I just hoped that he felt the same way. Grabbing the small gift bag, I grab my keys as I quickly make my way out of the door.
My heart stammers in my chest as I turn the music up in my Lamborghini, speeding down the road to block out the noise in my head. I usually never had an issue with presenting myself to anyone, especially a man. Why was he any different?
As I think to myself, I look down at the map on the screen of my radio, looking up to see that I was pulling in what looked to be an extremely wealthy neighborhood. All the houses seemed to be older, simple and light colored as I slowed myself down the road. One particular house stood out. As I came to the end of the neighborhood, the last house stood by itself, spaced out between all the others. It was all black, contemporarily styled as it was flat unlike the other houses that were pointed. Most of the walls within this house were glass, my eyes able to see into the home that had all black furniture, marble granite counters and other lavish items. I raised my eyebrow as the map confirmed that I had made it to my destination.
“What the hell…”
I pull my car into the circular driveway, parking next to the three cars that slanted above the grey brick on the ground. They were an all black, matte wrapped Rolls Royce, G-Wagon and a Corvette.
“Huh,” I muttered to myself.
I stepped out of the car, holding my skirt as I slowly made my way up to the front door. My heart began stammering itself again, I took a deep breath as I rang the doorbell. The longer it took for the door to open, the more I thought about just walking away and going home.
The door then swings open, my eyes following up to that same darkly attractive face. This time, with no clothes. He stood there in a dark red towel covering his lower half, using another towel as he dried his onyx hair. My eyes glanced down to the tattoo I’d previously seen, watching it snake all the way up to the side of his neck. The body that I’d see before was now in full view, more perfectly toned and defined up close. His veins traveled in his arms, flexing as he dried himself off.
“Hey, Pretty. I’m sorry for not being ready, Megumi’s pacifier went missing before I put him down for his morning nap, so that fucked up my track of time. You would’ve thought that shit was world war three,” he explains. He eyes me up and down as he then takes my hand, kissing my palm. “You look fuckin’ gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” I replied, “And it’s fine…did you find it?”
I try to distract myself as my eyes flicker down to the bulge that stares back at me, bigger than I’d imagine it to be.
“Yeah, in his damn toy box. Let me get dressed, I’ll come meet you back downstairs. Come in.”
I nod my head, watching as he turns away and begins walking down the hall, my upper body leaning into the door as I watch him.
“You still lookin’?” He calls teasingly, obviously noticing my eyes.
“Mhm…” I call back, watching as he disappears down the hallway.
Closing the door behind myself, I notice that all of his shoes are by the front. I take that as a sign that he doesn’t allow shoes on his floor, removing my heels next to the outrageously smaller shoes next to his. My eyes take in the up-close scenery of this house, all black architecture with minimalist decoration. Paintings of women with no faces lay along his walls, silver electronics sat on the tables, leading up to a TV as big as a theater screen. My ears catch attention to the music dancing all around the house, I nearly roll my eyes.
“Of course this motherfucker listens to Brent,” I mutter.
I sit the small gift bag I have against the table, leaning myself on the end as I continue to stare at his home. My eyes come back down as he now appears, fully dressed in a black long sleeve and matching sweatpants.
“The present is for Megumi I’m assuming? Kiss ass,” he disses.
I roll my eyes, “Whatever, hater. Don’t be mad cause you didn’t think of it!”
“What’s in there?” He repeats, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well, since you think I’m such a kiss ass, I thought I’d buy some Silicone Teethers for your baby, and to help your big headed ass.”
“My head’s that big?”
“Anyways, I figured these would be better for soothing the pain. You can put these in the freezer. I also got him a new pacifier as well.”
“Cute,” is all he says, his gaze shifting down my body.
“Where’s Megumi?” I then raise my eyebrows, “You’re easily distracted.”
“I can’t help myself,” he shrugs, “He’s still down from his nap earlier.”
“Mmm,” I reply back, scanning him up and down as I compliment, “You have a nice ass house. But what do you do for work? I mean, luxury cars, inputted speakers in the ceiling? You in the mafia or something?”
“You’re half right, but it’s not always mafia related work.”
“Oh hell. I was joking,” I reminded him, “You’re serious?”
“And I get paid damn well for it.”
“And you trust me to keep this secret?”
“You can do whatever you want with that information, see where it gets you.”
“Ooh, boy. Please don’t get smacked,” I threaten.
“I appreciate the stuff you got him, seriously. Thank you. Tryna’ play mommy already?” He grins.
“You wish. The hopeless romantic you are, Toji,” I sigh, “Haven’t even been around me for an hour yet. Sure you aren’t falling in love already?”
“Who said that I wasn’t? I’m a grown ass man, I like you. And?”
He came closer to me as I still leaned against the end of the table, hovering over my frame as he stared down at me. I grinned to myself, “Well I might like you too, but I like playing hard to get.”
“That’s cool, I like to play with my prey before I catch it,” He plays back with me.
I raise my eyebrows, “You’re one arrogant bastard, aren’t you?”
The natural flirtation had returned. I raise my hand out as I place it at the bottom of his shirt, twisting as I tug him forward.
“You like it,” he comes even closer, bringing his eyes down to my lips as he leans in. I then pressed my hand against his lips as I stopped him from kissing me, giggling sultrily as I said, “I think you should go get your son, Toji.”
“Nah, I shouldn’t.”
I shake my head, amused at his now irritated face as I push him back and say, “You should. I’ll be here.”
“You better be,” he gruffly responds, turning as he makes his way back down the hallway of his house. I blew out a breath, my composure coming down as I felt my heart slowly speeding itself up. As I looked around, I began to wonder how many women had been in this house. It wasn’t my business, but I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t one of his conquests.
I turn my head as I hear footsteps making their way back towards the living room, ridding my mind of all the thoughts I had.
“You look nervous,” he notices.
“Not at all,” I lied.
I look behind him as I hear small footsteps clumsily making their way into the living room, my heart melting all over again as Megumi appears. He wears a brown wool onesie, the hoodie attached to the neck part having animal ears that looked to be bears. He wears a small golden chain around his wrist.
“Don’t ask about the onesie, the boy loves his teddy bears,” Toji shakes his head.
Instead of coming straight towards me, we both watched as Megumi stumbled around the room, observing everything that he could as he walked around. His cheeks were fat and full, movements reckless as he was bumping into things by accident.
I slowly squat down as I smile softly, “Hi, handsome. Miss me?”
Megumi's head quickly turned around as he heard me, his big golden eyes now meeting mine. Excitement comes along his soft face, a squeak releasing from his lips as he nearly falls over, staggering to me. I laugh shockingly as I catch him in my arms, picking him up as I squeeze gently.
"Ah shit. He likes you,” Toji smacks his lips.
“Mmm, I think he does, too. Now, didn’t you say that we were betting on winning his affection? Cause I think I’m doing pretty well. He recognized me all the way from the grocery store.”
“I think you’ve won the bet.”
“I know I did,” Megumi wraps his small arms around my neck and hair, leaning himself against my chest. I cooed, “Hi, sweetheart. I got you something, wanna see?” I knew that he couldn’t respond, but I still wanted to communicate with him.
“Look,” I turn, sitting him against the large black table, pulling out the teether I mentioned earlier. I also grabbed the small rattle I hadn’t mentioned to Toji, placing it in his hand. I take his wrist as I gently shook it from side to side to show him what to do. Megumi began to shake it around, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he did so.
“I think I might’ve chosen the wrong toy for your Daddy’s sake. Seems like he won’t be sleeping for a while,” I whisper, playfully rubbing my finger against Megumi’s cheek.
I could hear him chuckling behind me, coming forward as he kissed the baby's cheek, “You like everything, lil’ man?”
“Hm?” I then lift the cold pacifier I have in the bag as well as other cold toys, placing it in his mouth. The baby hummed softly in response, causing me to smile, turning to Toji as I spoke, “He really does like everything!”
“I can tell, you like everything, hm?” He then raises the baby up in the air, giggles flying all around the room. I laugh quietly at their interaction.
“So, how many women have you played house with like this?” I can’t keep this question to myself anymore.
He holds Megumi to his chest as he hears my question, raising his eyebrow as he replies, “Many women, if you really wanna know.”
That made me roll my eyes as he then continued, “But don’t act like you haven’t had as many men in comparison.”
“Mmm, I actually haven’t. But as for you, that’ll be an issue if you expect me to take you seriously,” I tilt my head.
“What are you trying to say?”
I sigh. “You’re sexy, Toji. I’m not stupid to think you don’t have multiple notches on that bed post of yours, you have a child, for god’s sake. Your sexual appetite is probably…hungry at all times. Especially if you had a woman crazy enough to moan that she wanted your child. But seriously, I don’t care about that. I just wanna make sure I’m not another one of your conquests, cause if that’s the case, we can cut this interaction extremely short.”
The amusement on his face makes a glare almost come to mine. When he notices that I’m entirely serious he comes forward as he says “You aren’t,” affirming my suspicion.
“We’ll see,” I then hum. “So, were we gonna spend the rest of the day with Megumi? Or did you want me all to yourself, you did seem a little jealous on the phone,” I tease.
"I would actually like to spend some alone time with you...but if you're okay with just spending the rest of the day with Megumi, I'm fine with that too,” he replies, shrugging as he awaits my answer.
“Mmm, I think I can spend some time with you, Daddy,” I said sultrily, “Where will Megumi be?”
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warns, “Think I’ll probably put him down for his evening nap.”
“Sure. He seems to be…already there,” I giggle as I then notice Megumi passed out on Toji’s chest.
“I’ll go put him down. Want a glass of wine? I don’t do that expensive shit, it isn’t all that good…do you drink Stella Rose?” He asks.
I place my hands on my chest as I sigh dreamily, “You had me at Stella Rose.”
“Yes ma’am,” he nods, making his way back down the hallway. He then came back and went into the kitchen. I sat myself along the sofa, my eyes sweeping over his large arms, wondering how strong he was. I could feel a chill go down my spine at the thought.
I take the glass out of his hand as I see he also poured himself a glass of brown liquor, “Thank you,” pressing my lips up to the sweet drink. He sits himself against the sofa next to me, scooting me closer to him as he pulls my legs over his thigh.
“So, tell me, what’s the plan for you in a couple of years. You mentioned your….illegal activities, anything else you wanna do career wise?” I curiously ask.
“Mmm, own a jet, build an enterprise, be able to buy Megumi anything he wants under the sun. And…time travel,” he shrugs, sipping his drink.
“I’m assuming you have a plan…” he asks curiously, finding my topic to be intriguing.
“Well, eventually. My business is doing great as of right now. All my artist get paid pretty well for their work, so I want to get to a point where I can open multiple shops nationwide. I’ll have managers for those shops, not even have to do any of the work. Just watch the money roll in,” I shrug.
“Sounds like you’re pretty confident in yourself.”
“I’m pretty cocky when it comes to my career, I’ll admit. I’m a badass tattoo artist, the work speaks for itself. My pen is fucking dangerous,” I admit, taking another sip of my wine, giggling to myself. I was becoming a little tipsy, I knew that.
“I hope you really got the skills to back it up then,” he grins.
“Of course. All the ink on my body, I’ve done myself.”
He scans my body, noticing all the ink upon it. He then asks, “What’s your biggest piece?”
“For sure my tiger. As you can see it kinda swims to my thigh,” I refer to the red ink that scales my skin, “Everything else was kinda out of pure boredom. But pure boredom caused that scar on my ass, so,” I laugh.
"You’re saying that you have more pieces due to pure boredom alone..." He repeated with a soft chuckle, finding it funny. When I mentioned the scar on my ass, he burst out laughing.
"How in the hell...did you get a scar on your ass?" He asked, unable to stop laughing.
“I tried to do a tattoo on my ass and went too hard with the needle. It’s a sad story,” I pout.
" Were you drunk at the time or something?"
I smack his arm as he still laughs, “Hey! Laughing is not allowed. I pride myself on tattooing in any state of mind. But…maybe I was a bit inebriated,” I admit, taking another sip of wine.
“You’re crazy…”
“I have a nice ass, what can I say? I thought some ink would look nice on there,” I shrug, laughing with him.
“I’ll agree, that ass is something else,” he shrugs, finishing off his drink.
“Oh? So you admit you’ve been looking at my ass?” I raise my eyebrow, “And oh, c’mon! I’m sure you have a bad drunk story.”
“Nothing as wild as your shit,” he chuckles.
“Whatever,” I shrug, “Back to this time travel thing, were you serious?”
“Kinda…you know in mythology, time travel is real.”
“Oh god, are you tipsy?” I joke, “Hm. Well, what would you do if you had the ability to time travel?”
“Probably travel back to a time where my family was alive. I’d change a lot,” he responds.
“Pretty understanding. To meet the people that created you is a wondrous adventure, I’d assume. Or a horrible idea. Same difference. I’d steal the Statue of Liberty or something, I don’t give a damn if it’s an important artifact. The bitch is terrifying,” I finish off my glass of wine.
“Something we can agree on. You uh…good on the wine?” He tilts his head.
“Boy, please. I drink wine like I drink water. And what the hell were you drinking? Does it turn you into a monster or something?”
He shakes his head, chuckling. “Nah, nothing like that. It was just Crown. Shit just makes me a little more flirty and outspoken.”
“So your regular self, then?”
“Exactly.”
“So how are you feeling right now then? About me?” I ask curiously.
“About you?” He repeats, thinking to himself, “I’d say I find you pretty charming, funny, sexy. All of the above.”
“And…you’re physically attracted to me?” I lean closer to him, a warmth over my entire body that only happened when I drank. Damn you Stella Rose.
“I’d be lying if I wasn’t, Oni’.”
“Well good, cause I find you pretty attractive as well,” I smile, “If you remember, you um…tried to kiss me before you brought Megumi out,” I mentioned.
“Did I?” He replies, a sarcasm along his face. Now he was playing with me. “I think you liked that shit, didn’t you?”
“I did. I think… I might want you to test your luck again…” I tempted.
“Really?” He grins, seeing as I have a new set of confidence within myself, eyeing me up and down as I crawl closer to him.
“Mhm,” I sat my wine glass down, pushing myself up as I now straddled his lap. I placed his hands on my hips.
His eyes widened slightly, fingers gripping around my hips yet he said nothing as he watched me. I then asked, “What’s wrong?” trailing my finger down his chest, bringing my eyes up innocently.
“…Nothing…” he stumbles, still unable to say more than that.
“What happened to that cocky man that always wanted things his way, hm? I think I miss him…” I trail off, biting back my smile.
“Yeah? That’s what you want?” His eyes come down, staring down at my lips. I could tell that he was tempted to kiss me, and if being honest, I really wanted him to.
“I mean…Toji…” I slowly come forward, hovering my lips right above his as I speak, “If you wanna kiss me…come take what you want.”
It’s almost as if the suggestion made something in him snap. The urge that had been slowly building up was now in control of him, as he leaned forward, closing the tiny distance between our mouths. But instead of just taking what he wanted from me, he started to gently brush his lips against mine in a slower, softer way. With all the flirting I did earlier to get to him, it was his time to do the same.
His lips slowly ran against mine, teasingly touching my bottom lip before he moved to the top one as well. It felt all too enticing. His teasing caused me to grip the bottom of his shirt, twisting it slightly as he made me aroused. I whimpered at this movement embarrassingly, wanting to pull him closer. He couldn't help but smirk. He slowly grabbed my hips as he brought himself closer to me. I wanted more.
“Don’t play with me,” I beg, “Kiss me.”
"I think I'll keep playing..." He countered, thankfully having no plans to keep me waiting any longer. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he moved his mouth against mine, passion flooding in. My words had caused him to lose control of himself, and the flirty talk from earlier was nowhere in sight. He also wanted more. Badly.
I moved my lips with his, nearly losing my senses as his tongue was in my mouth, taking control of the kiss as if he were trying to assert his dominance. I relaxed in his hold, allowing myself to submit to him. I was in a trance. I’d never been so aroused from just a kiss, the ache between my thighs beginning to grow as I slowly grind myself against him, moaning softly at the feeling.
He was practically filled with adrenaline. His hands gripped tightly around my hips as my moan echoed in the room, he moaned softly in response to my movement. His lips ran aggressively against mine, tongue exploring my mouth. When he pulled back, I now felt his lips along my throat, holding the side of my neck as he sucked the skin. I closed my eyes and breathed harshly, “T—Toji…I think you’re a little drunk…” I giggle, my breath hitching intensely.
"Yeah...maybe I am a little bit..." He muttered softly against my neck as he continued to lightly suck, enjoying the way I was reacting to his actions. He definitely wasn't stopping what he was doing, now biting my flesh.
I moaned at the slight pain from him biting the skin, feeling myself becoming more aroused. I could feel my corset lowering, my nipples being exposed to him and my face flushed in embarrassment as I tried to pull the material up. I kept thinking, was this gonna lead to sex? Was I ready for that with him?
“Toji…I just…wait,” I breathed, his mouth all over my skin, “I just…wanna make sure that this is the right time for us to do this…” I kept talking, moaning as he continued to touch me.
"Well...” He breathed out in between kisses, “When do you think is the right time?"
“I don’t know…I—guess there isn’t necessarily a t—time,” I responded, aroused at every touch he made against my skin, I moaned again for him as I whimpered, “S—so…good…”
I knew the way I answered with a stutter caused his eyebrow to raise in curiosity, deciding to probe a little further. His hands roamed all over my body as his kisses traced my neck, speaking to me in a flirty tone.
"So...you're telling me...that it doesn't necessarily matter the time when we do this? Because...if that's the case..." He sighed, hands sliding down to my thighs.
“N—no…” I shivered, realizing that he was now messing with me. I wanted him to continue. Dammit. Why was I nervous again? I could barely respond back to him. I inhaled a sharp breath as I then felt his hand find my hair, tugging as he used his other hand to grip my throat, pulling me close to his face.
"Ahh...so now you're getting scared..." he whispered into my ear.
“I’m not scared…” I panted, trying to remove his hand from my throat as he gripped a bit tighter, pulling me so close to his face as he cockily smiled. I couldn’t help it, I loved the way he was talking to me.
"You sure?" His hand readjusted with the intent to squeeze harder if I kept resisting.
“M’…not scared of you, Toji…” I gritted out my teeth.
The way I spoke made him smirk even more at my words. He wanted to hear me say something.
"Oh? Well, what are you scared of, then?" He whispered softly against my ear, the hand that was previously in my hair sliding up my thighs, squeezing my ass gently.
I was nervous to actually admit this. I then closed my eyes as I responded, “How r—rough you can be…” I admit. I was intimidated by him, but it only excited me more.
"That’s how you want it?"
I nodded my head, shivering at his mouth against my ear, “Yes, please.” I nodded again.
I barely had time to react. My breath hitched as he then flipped our positions on the sofa, I grunt as he bent me over the furniture, pushing my back inward so I arched my body against him. He ripped my skirt off of my legs, my ears hearing the material shred lightly. I jump as he spanks the skin of my thigh.
“So polite…”
“Toji…I…”
I took in another sharp breath as he pulled me upwards to where my back met with his chest, his hand coming around from behind as it gripped my throat, pulling me close to him. He used his other hand as he ripped the lace of my underwear apart, the fabric trickling down to the ground. My eyes flicked upwards to the wall across from us. I could see myself in full view. He twisted my hair in his fist, tugging me up to look in his eyes. Leaning down, he spread my flesh apart with his fingers as he attached his mouth between my legs, immediately sucking on my clit. I closed my eyes as a moan plummeted from my lips. I arched myself forward, his hand in my hair pulling me backwards onto his tongue, mouth creating a sloshing sound against my core. I groaned at the feeling, swaying my hips to match his movement. He grunted against my skin, spanking his palm down on my ass in repetitions.
My stomach cramped as I tensed, arching myself down to see him from behind me. His eyes flicked up to mine, a grin surfacing against my skin. He closed his eyes as he placed his hands under my legs, pulling me backwards as he moaned, full on making out with my lower lips, tongue continuously dipping in and out of my opening.
“‘Shit ain’t never tasted so good, baby. Never had anything like you. Imma eat your shit until you squirt,” he groans.
It’s unfortunate that I wasn’t too long from doing that. I could barely hold myself together, circling my hips onto his face, his tongue lapping as if he starved for me, ached for me. He was chaotic in the best way, face diving entirely into me, sucking harshly on my clit as he gripped my hips, grinding me against his tongue. I could feel myself gushing before I could realize. He encourages, “Yeah, baby. She listening to me, huh?”
I shuddered against him, taking in the breath I’d lost as he now fully stands. He removed his shirt, throwing it to the side as he brought his eyes to mine.
“Come take these off, see what’s finna’ be yours soon.”
I turn fully, seeing him back up. “Crawl,” he demands.
The heat in my body turned up with every word he said. I lower myself off the sofa, placing my hands in front of each other as my legs sultrily follow, flicking my eyes up to his as I pull his sweatpants down. His length springs in front of my face, bigger than I’d seen from his bulge earlier. It was heavy in my hand as I immediately brought my fingers around it, his hand coming back into my hair as he tugged my eyes upwards, “You want it in your mouth?”
“Yes,” I nodded.
“Of course you fuckin’ do,” he pulls my jaw open, sliding himself in between my lips, filling my mouth until I felt him in the back of my throat. He grunts, my mouth bobbing against his hips as I choke, humming out the drool releasing from the sides of my lips.
I tried my best to keep up with his movements, swaying my neck back and forward as I closed my eyes, moaning as he fixed himself to the back of my throat. He pulls out from my mouth, slapping himself against my tongue as he speaks, “Treating this shit like it already belongs to you, hm?”
I nod my head. He leans himself down as he slides his hand to where it meets the side of my face, keeping a slight grip of my jaw beneath his fingers. I had never seen myself be this immediately submissive towards a man. But I also didn’t feel bad about it either.
“Wanna put it back in your mouth, or you want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck me.”
“Please?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Please,” I softly repeat myself.
“That’s what I thought,” he replies smugly, lightly smacking the side of my cheek. I have the urge to roll my eyes, nipples hardening at the hand along my face.
As I’m back against the sofa, I turn myself to face the mirror to see my expression was now purely filled with lust, wanting to fulfill the fantasy I imagined every time I stared at him. He follows behind me as he brings his hand to back of my neck. I had no room to argue as he leaned me forward, my nipples pressing against the leather material. He takes his other hand as he grips my hip, tip bobbing up and down gently along my folds. He pushed himself in inch by inch, stretching me in a way I’d never felt before, causing my mouth to drop open. I gasped loudly. I felt a deep pinch in my lower stomach, the feeling equally overriding in a deep sense of pleasure. I whimpered loudly, “Tojiii…”
He couldn't help but grin at the way I reacted to him. His grip around my throat became tighter when he heard these things, my shivering continuing as our hips met one another. Chills crawled up my spine. He moved slowly at first, taking his time as it caused me to drag out a moan, feeling every single pleasure from him. I closed my eyes, using the sofa as leverage as I found something to hold onto. “Oh god…”
His gentle movement allowed this feeling to last a lifetime. My moans seemed to be something that he found extremely hot, planning to continue the pace to keep it going for as long as possible. His hand circled around to the front of my throat, continuing to move against me, not speeding it up just yet. I wasn’t sure if I wanted more or if this was just as perfect.
“Oh my…” I gasped, trembling as I bit my lip to control my voice. His slow movements were driving me insane, feeling so good. I couldn’t hide the amount of pleasure I felt as I kept talking to him, “Baby…” I called, finding another term of endearment for him, “F—Feels so good,” I nodded my head.
“I know.”
I continued to gasp, shake, moan, and whimper. He knew it was driving me insane, wanting to keep moving slowly for as long as possible. My words were more than enough to fill his ego. He continued to go at the same pace for a bit, then began to speed up. He was curious to see just how much more pleasure he could make me feel.
My grip on the sofa became tighter. He loosened his hold on my throat as he then moved that same hand upwards as he slid his fingers in my mouth, using the leverage to pull me back against him. I then began helping him, moving myself back to match his rhythm, causing me to moan a bit louder.
“Toji….” Is all I could say, my head falling back as I moaned, his fingers shoving deeper in my throat. I lost control of my own rhythm, the leverage he had against me stronger as he bounced me back onto him. My eyes fluttered shut as I gasped from the feeling, whining as I continued to filthily bounce against him. I babbled, “Toji…baby…my god….” I just couldn’t stop myself. I slowly began to feel pleasurable tears forming in my eyes.
"Is that all you can say at this point? Is that what I've reduced you to? Just a simple whimper and my name?” He says back to me, continuing to thrust himself back in. His rhythm became faster as he dragged me back down more aggressively. My noises became louder, more feminine and filled with pleasure. He was right. I couldn’t stop moaning his name. He then added another hand to my throat, now gripping it harder this time with two hands as I bounced back and forth.
“Toji…I—I can’t…” I panted, whining as I wrapped my hand around one of his wrists, neither of his hands letting up from their hold against my throat. I looked up as I could see the mirror across from the sofa, my eyes closing embarrassingly as I could see myself. My flustered and submissive face. When I saw Toji noticing my stare, I grunted as he forcefully pointed my face to the mirror, now snapping his hips into mine.
“You’re a big girl, Oni’. I know you can talk to me. You can't do what?” He asks, “Look at you, big girl” . He keeps my face up to my reflection, “Taking my dick like this. Your pussy is gripping the fuck out of me. She likes it, so I know you do. Keep whining. I love that shit.”
I closed my eyes, unable to hold myself together anymore. I cried out, “Oh my goddd. I love the way you’re fucking me, baby. Yes,” I groaned, crying out louder as he never stopped his movements.
He smiled as I cracked beneath him, my moans uncontrollable at this point. The way I cried out for him was a way I never responded to any man in bed. His hands now tightened around my throat in a way that it was almost too much, yet there was no second of my mouth shutting. I just kept going.
“I hate you,” I cried, “You’re making me feel so… fucking good,” I moaned loudly, my eyes unable to snatch themselves away from his face in the mirror.
His grip finally loosened a bit, still remaining firm as he started to go even faster against me. His low laugh echoed along the room in a way that heightened my embarrassment. However, he'd keep going anyway.
He pulled me upward and close to his chest, holding me firmly as he fucked me. My ears listened as he brought his lips to them, speaking filthily, "You know you love it when I choke you, right? You like the fact that I take control…You like being used by me..”
I closed my eyes, whimpering and crying like a baby. I nodded my head as I trembled, “Yes. Yes. Yesssss…” was all I could make out.
Our bodies were in unison, his ego most likely in the high heavens by now. The way he spoke filthily into my ear would only cause him to hit more buttons, he held my face tightly in his hold, voice right in my ear. He spoke into it, sending chills down my spine.
"Say it, baby…”
“…Say..what…” I panted heavily, bringing my eyes away from the mirror.He was implausible, never slowing down his movements. I was listening.
"Say you belong to me..." He spoke in a firm tone, holding both of my hands down behind my back as he kept up with his movements.
“N—no,” I stuttered, biting my lip as I lowered my head. He used the leverage he had on my arms pulled behind me and pulled me up again, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror as he bounced me back onto him harder than before. I whined, my entire body trembling beneath him. The fact that I didn't immediately obey his commands caught his attention, as he'd grip me harder to make me look at myself as well as him. The bouncing back and forth on the sofa made my muscles weak as he kept going, speaking to me through both the mirror and his own mouth.
"Such a stubborn girl...do you want to be owned by me, or do I need to break you first..."
I closed my eyes, saying nothing in response. I could feel the arrogance pouring off of him, a low sob releasing from my chest as he tugged me back against him, my arms begging to be released from his hold. His smirk grew even more as I didn't respond to his words, keeping me close to his body. He knew I enjoyed every second of this.
“My fuckin’ god….Daddy,” I whined, my entire body purely hot from embarrassment as I called him this, his movements making me submissively chaotic. I watched him in the mirror, unable to hold myself together as I kept babbling, “I’m yours, baby. It’s yours. All of it. Just don’t stop. My god. Don’t stop.”
I spoke all of this into the mirror. I meant every word I said. His hips plummeted into mine, merciless as our skin slapped together. My entire vision filled with the image of my own body, hot and trembling, as he continued to go.
“Tell me I’m yours, I love when you talk to me. Tell me I’m fucking yours,” I cry, knowing I’d hate myself later for it, “Tell me I’m a good girl, I’m listening, you make me feel so good. No one has…” I took in another breath, “Ever made me f—feel this good.”
"You're mine," he spoke now, sounding more aggressive and demanding.
“Say it again,” I beg, seeing the tears in my face as I looked in the mirror, biting my lip as I couldn’t stop moaning.
He smirked as I begged. He knew I would despise myself later on, but the words made him smile even more. It all filled him with so much arrogance.
“You’re mine.” He repeated this to me, drilling himself between my hips, skin wetly coming together each time he was inside me.
“Yes. I’m yours baby, all yours. Yes. Yes. Yes.…” I said through each movement, crying out in a way I’d never heard myself before.
"And you belong to me?” He asks, grin on his face as he'd make the movements a bit slower. As if he was teasing me for the next answer.
“Nobody else, Daddy,” my tears poured in a quick stream, dropping down onto the sofa as he had his way with me.
The way he heard these words, the way I answered him so quickly. I knew for a fact that I’d never forget tonight, and he knew that I’d be begging for him again soon. Very soon.
“I’m so close….I’m gonna…please don’t stop, Toji. Please…” I called to him, full on crying now, my body trembling so hard that I had to firmly hold myself up.
"Beg me..." he demanded. He was moving slower, as if he was teasing me even more. There was no tiredness in his voice, as I was becoming extremely exhausted from each movement he made against me.
“I’m begging, baby. Please. I’ll never stop fucking begging,” I cried, dragging out my words.
"Good girl..." he spoke, a chuckle hiding in his tone. My tension began to rise, my body becoming harder and harder to hold as he was still going slow. His grip on my throat didn't loosen this time, holding onto me firmly. I could feel that same pinch beginning to build in the pit of my stomach, begging to be released from his pleasurable touch.
My body relaxed, my wet eyes shutting and taking him as he sped up again. I giggled as I whined, “That’s it , baby. Just the way I wanted it. Yessss.”
"Just a little bit more..."
“Yes…just a little more…I’m gonna….” My wet eyes cascaded tears from them, looking up into the mirror as I watched him. “Look at me, look how good you’re making me feel, I…I’ll never think about anyone else…”
He moaned at my words. The way he made me see myself in the mirror, he knew this was exactly what I wanted. His movements became more sloppy, tugging me back and forth in a way he didn’t care, like he hated me. He wanted me to beg for him again.
“I….just…don’t stop. Right there…that’s my spot…you’re hitting it so good…” I whined, my body shivering chaotically.
"Is that a good spot for you, baby?" A cockiness had never left his voice, almost mocking mine. He angled himself as he lowered down, swiveling his hips into me, my hips wining as they followed his motion.
“Y-es,” my voice broke as I spoke back, hiccuping my cries, “I’m falling in love with the way you’re fucking me….” I jumbled out, not even hearing my own words as they came out in moans. He slowly pulled himself out as he then slammed back into me. No noise releases from my mouth as it’s now agape, eyes rolling to the back of my head as if I were possessed.
“Toji…I’m close…” I bit my lip again, fluttering my wet eyes, my body unable to hold itself up.
“Don’t tell me something I already know. Look at that pretty fucking face,” he forces my eyes up to the mirror again, twisting his hand in my hair as he turned my ear to his lips. His voice was like a sinister taunt in my mind, reading how much power he had over me as he continued, “Squirt all over my dick. Paint it like it’s finna’ be yours. It is yours,” he grips my hair tighter, pulling himself out slowly as he moans, “Look at you, baby, creaming my shit. Looks like you want to cum. Might have to give you more than that,” he doesn’t stop. He slams back in, bouncing me back with just one hand as he promises, “Megumi needs a sibling. Might just give you a fucking baby.”
I screamed. I screamed in a way that I never screamed before. My body trembled, the pressure at the bottom of my stomach releasing as I orgasmed. I turned my head towards him as I begged, “Kiss me Daddy, please.”
His breath was heavy as he heard me finally reach my climax, he knew all of this was just the result of him keeping me on the edge and teasing for so long. The sound of me screaming with pleasure filled his ear, that fucking scream of mine, it was something that would haunt my memory for a long long time to come. The way I begged him at the end made his grip loosen on my throat, turning his face over to kiss me.
He moaned against my lips, a kiss more intimate than any time before entering my mouth as I felt a warmth filling inside me, his body never completely stopping as we grind against each other. I whimpered as my body relaxed, accepting the kiss further. Making out with this man in a way that I would’ve kissed my husband. I was fucking crazy. As I opened my eyes, I fully saw myself for the first time. My makeup was all over my face, mascara running down my cheeks as I stared at him. My entire face was completely red. I couldn’t believe who I had become. It was as if he could see all of my thoughts. But instead of being empathetic, he simply brought his hand around my throat as he hovered his face over my neck, dragging his tongue along the skin. I laughed sultrily, breathless in my entire being as all I said was, “You really are fuckin’ evil.”
The sound of Megumi crying also filled my ears with his arrogant chuckle. That reaction told me that from that point on, I was indeed fucked.
“Damn right,” he grunted. 
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