#please someone interact with this because I want to talk to someone about it

[somerandomcockroach]

F*** my writing shyness, it will be bad and utter stupid mushy dumbness and I don't mind, because I need MUSHY AND TOO SWEET AND STUPID KISSES THROUGH THE SCREEN WITH CONFUSION

Swerve x Blurr silly short oneshot Reverse mecha au by Kerefon

Silly kisses inside the games is the normal thing for humans, Cybertronians don't quite have such interactive games, at least he never was interested in Cybertronian ones, Blurr doesn't know why he feels so shy over this friendly joke that he was perfectly pulling off in the real life by himself.

Blurr has been watching streams of Serving_Metal_Nerdulgist for over 1 year now. He still has no idea how he found this line since it didn't have registered ID in the interplanetary lists, but the streams on it turned out to catch all of his attention. Interplanetary streams weren't something new or interesting (most of them were boring stuff with their strange ugly food that they were munching with even more ugly sounds, some strange sports, absolutely wasteful dramas and other things), but this one he never saw before. It was a game, cubic game, vibrant, green, full of details, explorations, it was fascinating to watch someone explore a newly created endless world, go on adventures, kill interesting monsters and make creations out of blocks that looked strange as a separate but gorgeous as a one. He was making it look gorgeous.

He supposed it wouldn't have been so interesting if not the voice behind it, who always was sharing his thoughts and ideas. Blurr was listening to them and wondering how one comes up with such ideas while himself getting inspired thanks to it (he tried to make a little blocky house with melting metal, but ended up burning surface of his digits and "house" looked like nest of these Gazin ants with three mouths).

It became the part of his free evenings, the chat became his dream chat group come true with never ending different interesting topics about anything and everything. Not like he could properly write on "human" so most of the parts he was using translator. Translator kind of sucked because it had barely any idea what the "human" is as much as Blurr did (he supposed the cubic human inside the game was based on real humans) and AI was learning words and their adaptations pretty slowly.

Unlike the person behind the stream.

He learned fast and over the year almost became fluent in Cybertron. He said it was the power of nerds.

Blurr felt himself pretty happy (immensely gleeful) about the fact that Nerdulgist did so to talk with him, to be able to play and talk without the need to switch to chat typing (not like he could type with Cybertronian syllables anyway).

He was watching him when there were only a few people. To be more precise, first time he found him he also joined his game, since ID applied to the game too and Blurr thought it was open to join for everyone. Reaction of pure horror and sudden boost of comments applied it was not. But Blurr was spamming shift after smashing all the keys to find some way to show that he is… friendly? He perfectly knows about ban option in public places and he didn't want to be banned even if it wasn't a thing here (he found out later it was a thing indeed). Maybe Nerdulgist thought that being friends with someone who could join your game without host's permission is safer so he rolled with it. He still didn't get what the herobrine is though, some kind of hacking program? He isn't to be blamed for ID leaking.

They became game friends. It became Blurr's second favorite thing after winning races and outside races he was finding excuses to abandon wreckers to play Minecraft.

He was sure Nerdulgist also found his company pleasing. He was especially affectionate during the game today, it was a "chill stream day" (he was changing all the above blocks in the area on different colored ones to make something like clay forest). Over the year his followers count grew noticeably so now instead of non-stop chattery he could do non-stop question answering.

"Do I like Blurr? What a sil– no, stupid and offending question-"

Blurr's screen suddenly was filled with detailed cubic face skin of some, as he was told but didn't find the source, anime character, but with red hair, and then he heard a very characteristic and loud soft kiss in his audials.

"I love him, he is the man of my dreams, I would have built a home with him in real life and placed our beds next to each other."

Blurr saw that there was a sudden flood of comments but he urgently rolled out of the table with his digits to the face and he couldn't understand what Nerdulgist was saying. He felt his cheek plates warming up under digits. He did not expect it.

They were joking like this before, but before was much faster, more joking-like and Blurr was prepared, he could read mood good even inside the game. Here he was just caught off guard. And that wasn't because he found Nerdulgists' voice attractive lately due to hoarseness from his past sickness, no. And didn't notice after that that his voice actually always was quite attractive to him, no.

He was very good with physical contact and attention! He was the man of physical attention! He was expressing like this to the ones he considered enough to be pals.

He considered Nerdulgist his friend and he. Could. Do. Nothing. To show it! He reacts like this definitely because he can't find no "friendly hugging" functions and so he wasn't prepared for audial way of such acts. Acts of kisses? Not cheek kisses. When did they skip one part of the progress chain? Yes he wasn't prepared for it to be outside chat. If only he could somehow spend more time nuzzling with him so he could be prepared to steadfastly stand this affectionate attack! Sleeping on the beds next to each other didn't count.

"Blurr? Are you good?"

[Great_Cucumber: he probably passed out, you just kissed him, let him cool down]

[SweatNana243: Blurr ~ Come back, your man misses you~]

"Chat, shhh."

Blurr snapped out of his thoughts only when Swerve (Swerve said his name only to him and asked not to call him by his real name, so they were having fun by coming up with new strange names to "accidentally" say on streams) asked him on cybertronian if he is okay. Hearing it on cybertronian both deepened his warmness and got him back to his field of confidence. What is wrong with him? Two can play this game and he doesn't plan on losing!

Blurr: Yes, I am good, you have to kiss me longer to get rid of me

(The statement was absolutely true, he perfectly remembered his only few kisses he ever had in this life, he was drunk and it took noticeably more time for him to pass out. Of course he remembered real facts to apply to a silly game kissing, who doesn't?)

[Great_Cucumber: OOOOOOOOOOOO]

[Funtime90008: OOOOOOOOOOO]

[WBlurrNerdNation: OHOHOHOHOHOHOH GUYS]

There was a rich chuckle and chair creaking. "I'm going after my kissy plushie toy and I am about to measure your limits of hit kisses!"

[SweatNana243: your WHAT]

[Great_Cucumber: virgin spotted pointy finger]

[WBlurrNerdNation: I'm calling my friends, they can't miss it]

Okay, maybe Blurr wasn't as prepared to this. He rotated around in the search of something. Whatever. Something that also fits for a kissing practice, for no other reason but to not feel "attacked" if he also will do this dumb thing.

Blurr heard almost every possible transformer. Their voices became so common to him that when he first time opened interplanet stream with some ugly three mouths thing talking, the voice of that thing was disgusting, unusual, but mostly disgusting. Blurr was paying closer attention to people's voices, you could find so much information in them; and cybertronians' voices were consistent of precisely built in individual characteristics of waves. You could hear a silent static and a muffled echo inside throat. You could hear and sense the mood of the person if you knew how to do it. Organics? Their "static" voice cracks were grotty, they couldn't regulate their voices when they were loud, the sound was coming out of wet sources as if they were drowning. It was unpleasant. He didn't like noisy sticky figures.

Swerve's voice was… very pleasant. He guessed it had wet source just as organics, but it sounded dry, rich, vibrant, and when his voice was cracking up in excitement, it was contagious. When he was yelping and screaming on higher waves it sounded cute after his deep, slightly nervous bass. Funny even. He wasn't gulping after hours of talking like others did, he clearly needed water but he was too deep into explaining his new idea for the swamp area until his voice was becoming desiccated and he had to whispers while his chat was spamming "serve aqua".

Swerve indicated his return with two exaggerated smacking sounds of lips. Blurr laughed, nervously and generously. Swerve was a total maniac once he became comfortable. "Are you ready my handsome alien?"

Blurr managed to write "Wait a min dying laughin" before he clung to his knees with static laugh and burning cheeks. A cube person with strange skin was about to kiss him!

"I don't have the whole day, dear gringo, 1 minute and you will have to face me"

He clearly was in a very playful mood today as he said it in cybertronian to mock his viewers. It didn't help Blurr. Swerve's voice compensated all his hilarious looks. Where was his coolant?

Blurr looked around to check that the door was closed, he didn't want to die out of embarrassment. After making sure that there is no one sneaking on him (though the existence of guilty ghosts was especially believable right now) he braced himself and was looking at the screen.

Blurr: Deliver it (He meant "Bring it on" but translator didn't reach such levels of smugness yet)

Swerve seemed to lean closer to the microphone since the sound of skin pressed against the soft plushy was very clearly heard.

[Matador: SEND CREEPERS ON THEM WHILE THEY ARE BUSY]

[WBlurrNerdNation: SHUT UP, THERE IS RELATIONSHIP DEVELOPS]

[DBlurrNerdNation: WTF]

[JBlurrNerdNation: I will fight with mobs for the pride of their first proper kiss]

Okay. It sounded… soft. Blurr unconsciously touched his lips, he guessed his lips weren't as delicate as organics'… he had nothing to compare it with. Maybe jellied energon? He remembered his drunk kisses. They were soft for him but we talk about tender kind of leathers here. He felt frustrated but didn't stop listening and watching. That was an unusual sudden attention directed to him but he didn't dislike it.

Primus stop thinking about it with such seriousness it's a silly joke. From someone he found very nice to talk to. And listen to. Swerve is a great, very funny, smart dude. Silly a little bit, isn't it perfect? Oh, he heard a… breathing? Some fleshings had nostrils, looks like humans have them too and they are located above the mouth. And their breathing isn't as stable but very soft sounding. His vents suddenly clicked on to mimic the breathing rate, he gave up fighting with his processor. Sadly right now his attention was perfectly locked on one thing and was rotating only around arising from this event imaginations.

His imagination was too bright as he was imagining a presence on his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned in toward the sound. Then he opened them again and looked behind his back. No one was there. Thank Primus.

There were only a few bots who's voices he liked. Like, liked liked. But they were only transformers, never flesh organics. He might have liked liked liked this human's voice and vent (newly discovered breathing) more than all others that he liked liked.

Swerve budged from the microphone and made teasing chuckling sounds while still keeping hold of the plush. He was a streamer who felt like a scrapper in the metal pools after being sure that such jokes are good with Blurr.

"Still didn't fall under my obviously great and very expert kissing skills?"

[Great_Cucumber: you suck, I feel bad for Blurr]

"Hey what? That clearly was perfect! Not too long, not too short, with pauses, a little bit of teasing for the mood…" The microphone transmitted the sounds of his exaggerated hand gestures. Good microphone. "So what if it was only with plush? Do you not kiss your pets?"

[Great_Cucumber: I should be worried about your pets. But for your knowledge, my pomeranian kisses better.]

[WBlurrNerdNation: you are such a mood breaker, use your damn imagination, he wasn't kissing you!.. But yeah ah it sounded kinda gross actually]

"Chat. Chat, I hate you all and just for your knowledge, komondors are better than pomeranians."

[SweatNana243: look, he started mumbling under his nose, you all are so mean]

Nerdulgist turned away and got back to changing blocks while explaining all pros and cons of the bigger dogs compared to little ones. Blurr finally got back to his keyboard and mouse after his vents calmed down.

It definitely shouldn't have felt like whatever he felt but he couldn't help himself.

So instead he decided to not pretend to be dense and cool and started running laps around Swerve, shifting and jumping to lift their moods up. Worked perfectly, attention immediately switched and Blurr confused everyone with how getting pets where he is was kind of an illegal or kinky thing. They didn't finish what they planned because they saw turtles ashore and ended up breeding them while Swerve was talking about some cool mutated turtles, then just as usual they went back in their too gorgeous for Blurr's comprehension house with red and blue beds and orange and white carpets beneath them in the further room.

For some months now Nerdulgist was ending his stream first and then was spending some more quality time with Blurr until their attention was switching to opposite directions and they were chatting on absolutely different topics while still listening to each other.

Wreckers still didn't come back. Blurr was lying on the berth and rotating some favorite events from today in his head. Usually it was the whole stream and everything they talked about but this time he mostly was remembering the breathing and soft touching of skin that he heard, it was something new for him and he couldn't calm down and especially couldn't understand why he couldn't calm down. He wouldn't mind sharing a room with such cool person. He decided to run around the ship outside until his processor got overheated. ___________________________________

Swerve on the other side of the screen flying in heaven because he finally found someone who passed his vibe check, on who he could pull off all of his affectionate impulses and flirty jokes. ___________________________________ IN MY DEFENCE! Swerve here is the human from the beginning in this reverse version and he technically in the surrounding where he can feel less alone, nerds are all over the world on Earth so I believe this version of him is so much more confident in himself. He is the man of a good talents and great social education and awareness. He has a job that he even if don't love but clearly enjoys and it serves a good and visible purpose, he gets home and releases all the stress in other activities he likes. And it is known that confident people (not in an arrogant manner) are more attractive so his jokes get like, [10 buff due to him feeling sure not even if about them but about himself saying them. And yes aghsfa I think he would have a deep voice with a bit of a high cracking during laugh and nervousness. And he screams like a girl when startled, then coughs and screams again but now like a real man.

Blurr for me is only the friendly flirting kind of guy who does so to make people comfortable. And he will understand his interest in romance way with someone only when other close friend of his starts friendly flirting with him and Blurr will have to reconsider some of his life choises. And I just wanted Blurr to have a panic first. And find more attractive different qualities in Swerve. Please don't look at me I didn't even write it enough fluff for my liking I am holding well.

[Also Swerve added "Serving" in his name after he has read too many isekai mangas with 127 words long titles]

[ovaryacted]

Even though I just reblogged @almostempty’s very detailed and intricate post before this, I just wanted to say that I am generally getting tired of the brainrot when it comes to how people perceive Joel Miller & Pedro Pascal as a whole.

I already had a feeling that people were going to conflate Clint Flood with Joel, like it was doomed from the start. People see Pedro’s broad ass wearing plaid with a scar and having an inclination to violence, and instantly snap their fingers and say “THAT’S JOEL MILLER!” Believe me, I get the hyperfixation around him, I get that there’s no changing of the popularity of TLOU and the fact that Pedro is without a doubt Joel Miller and that won’t change, nor would I want it to change. But just the way people have this obsessive nature when it comes to him and his other characters is so weird. I mean, I don’t get why people can’t just enjoy Pedro’s roles individually without automatically making them a Joel-adjacent, if that were the case he would just play Joel and he already is doing that. We have Joel Miller already, he’s done with that, we can have all of his other characters the way they are as intended and enjoy them on their own.

Obviously I’m not trying to be messy cause on my end I barely interact with Joel Miller content anymore, I barely talk about him cause everything about the show is upsetting me, and everything is filtered so I barely see shit nowadays and I’m having a lot of fun with The Pitt content in comparison to before because it’s so refreshing and new. But it’s really fucking frustrating when people just make everything synonymous with Joel Miller’s character archetype as if he’s the only male character to exist. People don’t even acknowledge Game! Joel Miller sometimes when his writing and characterization is damn near perfect and the show doesn’t do him justice (sorry), and that’s fine to criticize because we have the source material to make that comparison. It’s like people only have one setting when it comes to writing male characters: older, morally and physically grey, men who shoot with guns pew pew. There’s so much more that goes into both Joel & Clint, and trying to make every single character or role Pedro plays into a Joel Miller twin is a disservice to his range as an actor.

As someone who actually went out of their way to watch Freaky Tales in theaters and really loved Clint as a whole within the world we were introduced, I’m just annoyed that he’s going to turn into another Joel lookalike on top not getting a proper release because TLOU premiered a week after the movie came out and we couldn’t even enjoy that. Joel Miller is incredibly popular, that much is obvious and with Pedro’s popularity it just adds to it, and sometimes I wished that wasn’t the case was all. But it is what it is, and idc how this sounds I’m just mad about it.

Anyway, please actually watch Freaky Tales if you’re able to instead of just going off of appearances cause then you’ll see how they’re different characters. I love Clint Flood, if I write for him then I’ll let y’all know cause he really is fucking cool and interesting and I really do like him. Top 4 on the Pedro Pascal character list and he ain’t #4.

[jinjooha69]

TOJI X READER !!!

Pairing - Toji fushiguro x reader (dad's friend! AU)

Under His Roof

Content Warnings (Please Read): Age gap, Power imbalance, Manipulation, Overstimulation , Corruption kink, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Degrading talk, Jealousy sex, First time sex, Size kink, Fingering, Grinding, Dry humping , Possessiveness/Obsession, Breeding kink, Spanking/Discipline, Biting / Marking, Angst & emotional manipulation, Soft/dom moments later on, Minors DO NOT INTERACT (18+ ONLY)

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Chapter 10

Next day, Evening.

You made your way home, after a boring day at the college. As you approached the door, you reached out and turned the door knob.

You hadn’t even stepped two feet into the house before you heard his voice.

“Toji's here,” your dad called out lazily from the living room. “Brought some of those snacks you like too.”

Your stomach knotted. The air felt heavier already.

Toji was there on the couch, stretched out with that familiar ease, a bottle in one hand and a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He looked you over slowly—top to bottom, as if cataloguing how much you’d changed in the last two months. Not a single flicker of irritation or anger crossed his face. If anything, he looked… amused.

“You grew up even more,” he murmured under his breath as you passed him. “What do they feed you at your aunt’s?”

You froze briefly, glanced back—but he was already pretending to talk to your dad again, pouring him another drink. Calm. Casual. Disarming.

But you could feel it.

Later that evening, your dad slurred half a sentence and staggered off to bed like always. You cleaned up the kitchen, heart hammering louder with every clink of a plate. The footsteps behind you were quiet—but unmistakable.

His breath was warm on your neck. “Missed you,” Toji said, low and deep. “You were a good girl while you were gone?”

You gripped the sponge tighter, avoiding eye contact. “Toji, please…”

“Please what?” he whispered, fingers brushing along your waist like he wasn’t doing anything at all. “Say it. Use that sweet mouth.”

You flinched slightly as his hand grazed the underside of your chest, a movement so careful it could’ve been accidental—but you both knew it wasn’t.

“You’ve gotten quiet,” he said, leaning over you now. “No excited stories about your trip?” He clicked his tongue mockingly. “What would your dad say if he knew how you squirm when I talk to you like this?”

You spun around, trembling. “Don’t—” you whispered, voice breaking halfway.

He only smiled, tilting his head. “I’m helping your dad out,” he murmured, brushing your cheek with a knuckle. “Being the man of the house when he’s too busy or too drunk to care. Shouldn’t I be rewarded for that?”

There was no mistaking the threat beneath his tone. It wasn’t yelling, or harsh words. It was gentle, subtle—terrifyingly patient.

And he kept doing it.

Over the next few weeks, he’d show up more and more—offering to fix the faucet, bring groceries, help your dad with errands. Your father welcomed the help, even encouraged it.

“Guy’s a lifesaver,” he laughed once. “You’re lucky someone like him looks after us.”

Each time your dad said something like that, Toji would meet your eyes across the room. Just a look—but it said everything.

And when your dad wasn’t looking, he’d rest a hand on your thigh at the dinner table. Let his fingers slip beneath the hem of your shorts while pretending to explain something on your phone. Once, he pressed a lazy kiss behind your ear while passing by you in the hallway—your dad just a few feet away.

“Oops,” he said with a wink. “Clumsy me.”

You stopped fighting. Not because you wanted it, but because you were afraid. He knew that too.

And the worst part?

He loved it.

—————

Toji was getting even more bold, especially when going out.

It started small—subtle, sneaky things he’d do when you were out running errands. Like brushing his hand too low on your back when you were checking out vegetables, or standing a bit too close behind you in the queue, his chest pressing to your back, breath warm against your ear. Things no one else would notice… but to you, they screamed danger.

You told yourself it was just teasing. That he’d stop.

But he didn’t.

One afternoon, you were at the local supermarket. He insisted on coming with you, saying, “Can’t let my favorite girl carry all that weight alone, can I?”

You mumbled something and avoided eye contact, pushing the cart like it was your sole purpose in life. The place was busy, filled with the murmurs of housewives, the squeals of kids, and the annoying beep of checkout counters.

Then he did it again.

As you leaned slightly to grab a bag of rice from the lower shelf, you felt his palm—firm and slow—press against your lower back, then dip lower, cupping your ass with zero hesitation.

“Toji—!” You gasped in a whisper, jerking upright and whipping your head around.

He smirked. “What? Just checkin’ if you’ve been workin’ out,” he said under his breath, eyes lazy and amused.

Your heart pounded like a drum in your ears. You glanced around frantically, cheeks burning. “Someone could see—”

“Let them,” he murmured, his voice low, the way he says it when he knows he has the upper hand. “You’re mine, ain’t you?”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. He just took the bag from your arms like he hadn’t just touched you like that in a public aisle.

And it got worse.

Another time, you both were walking out of the bakery, paper bag in hand, the smell of warm buns and sugar in the air. You passed by a familiar voice.

“Toji?”

You both froze.

You turned, and dread settled in your stomach. It was one of Dad’s friends—Uncle Shiu. He was walking up with a friendly grin, waving.

Your skin went cold.

Toji, the bastard, didn’t even flinch. He waved casually, then placed his arm—his damn arm—right around your shoulder like you were some normal couple.

“Hey, Shiu. Long time.”

You stared ahead, terrified, too stunned to pull away.

Uncle Shiu’s eyes squinted just a little. “That your… friend?”

Toji chuckled. “Something like that. You know Kenji? His daughter. She’s good company.”

Your knees were ready to give out.

You mumbled a polite hello, but you didn’t meet Shiu's eyes. You couldn’t. You wanted to sink into the pavement. Disappear.

After a bit of small talk, he walked off, and you exhaled so sharply it made you lightheaded.

“You’re insane,” You hissed the second you were alone.

“You liked it,” Toji said, licking some sugar off his thumb. “Your heart’s racin’. You’re probably wet.”

“To--Toji!” You nearly choked, looking around again. You wanted to scream. But you didn’t. You never did.

He leaned close. “You run away all you want, baby. But your body always remembers me.”

You hated that he was right. You hated that you still wanted him.

When you got home that night, you couldn't sleep. For hours. The anxiety was swallowing you whole.

It didn't stop at all.

From then on, he only got worse.

He’d text you things like ‘Wear a skirt today. No panties.’

And when you didn’t respond, he’d show up anyway and check. Right there, in the stairwell or in the car.

He’d stop the car at red lights just to reach between your legs, fingers ghosting over the fabric. When you squirmed, he’d just say, “Relax, no one can see.”

But someone could. That was the problem.

Once, you were at a convenience store, and he came up behind you while you browsed drinks. Slid his hand under your hoodie and palmed your breast. You squeaked.

He leaned into your ear. “You make one sound, I’ll put my fingers in you right here.”

You was silent for the rest of the day.

The tension was unbearable. You was constantly looking over your shoulder. Worried Dad would pop out of nowhere. That someone would recognize Toji. That it would all come crumbling down.

But every time you swore you’d end it, he’d touch you again. Press his lips to the back of your neck. Slide his hand down the front of your pants when you was doing dishes or lean over you at the checkout counter, his mouth brushing the shell of you ear as he said things that made you tremble.

You were scared.

But you couldn't stay away from him either.

And he knew.

————

It was supposed to be quick.

Just a drive to pick up a parcel.

That’s what he said when he called, voice rough and casual, like you hadn’t been playing this sick game of hide and chase for months now.

“Need a ride?” he asked.

You hesitated. “I could walk…”

“It’s hot. Get in. I’m waiting outside.”

Of course he was.

You stepped into the car, heart thudding like always when you saw him behind the wheel—one hand lazily draped on the gear, that cocky half-smirk forming the second he saw you face.

“Missed me, didn’t ya?”

You didn’t answer. You never did.

But your thighs pressed together involuntarily, and he noticed. He always noticed.

The drive was quiet at first. Air conditioner humming low, a radio song playing somewhere in the background. You stared out the window, fingers curled tight in your lap.

Then his hand drifted. From the wheel to your thigh. A casual drop, warm and heavy.

You swallowed hard.

“Toji… Not here…”

“Why not?” he said, thumb brushing lazy circles just above your knee. “Wore this short thing for me, didn’t ya? Gonna act all shy now?”

You didn’t. You wore it because it was laundry day. You didn’t even realize how short the hem had gotten over time.

But now you couldn’t move without the fabric inching higher.

“Toji, we’re on the main road—”

He cut the wheel suddenly, turning into a side alley that was mostly deserted. A few shuttered shops, a stray cat, quiet air. He stopped the car, engine still running.

Your heart stuttered.

“Toji…”

He leaned back in his seat, wide legs spread, eyes dark with that lazy hunger.

“Get on my lap.”

Your breath hitched. “W-What?”

“I said,” he drawled, voice dropping to a threat, “get on my lap.”

You hesitated. Looked around. There were buildings. A few balconies. Windows.

“Toji—someone could see us—”

He reached out, grabbed your chin, and tilted it up to meet his gaze. “Then keep quiet. Unless you want someone to hear you moan like a bitch in heat.”

Your cheeks burned. Your thighs clenched.

You didn’t move.

He chuckled.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re scared.” He grabbed your wrist, pulled you gently but firmly over the console until you were straddling his lap, your knees bracketing his thighs. The steering wheel pressed into your back.

“You gonna tell me no?” he asked, his hand slipping up under your dress, cold fingers trailing along your inner thigh. “Gonna push me away?”

You trembled. “N-No…”

His smirk widened. “Didn’t think so.”

He slid his fingers along your panties—drenched. Of course. His thumb pressed right where you were throbbing, slow and cruel, drawing tight circles.

“Already wet?” he whispered against your ear. “Fuckin’ pathetic.”

You whimpered, fists clenching in his shirt.

“You missed this, didn’t you?” he continued, rubbing harder now, making you squirm. “Missed sittin’ on this old man's lap, gettin’ felt up like a fucktoy?”

You kept your head down.

"Say it", He growled.

"Ye--Yes", you nodded.

His breath hitched, just for a second. Then he laughed, low and sharp.

“Say it again.”

“I… missed it…”

“No,” he growled, pushing your panties aside and dragging a thick finger through your folds, coating it in slick. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I missed you—missed th—this, Toji—”

He groaned, dragging your hips forward and grinding you down on his lap. You felt the hard press of his cock through his jeans, hot and rigid beneath you.

“That’s my good girl,” he muttered, fingers slipping into you with no warning. One, then two, scissoring you open.

You bit into his shoulder to stay quiet, but he liked that.

“Keep that mouth shut, sweetheart. Don’t want anyone peeking out their window and seeing their neighbor's daughter getting finger-fucked in my lap, do we?”

You shook your head frantically, face buried in his neck as he thrust his fingers faster, deeper. The wet sounds were obscene. Filthy. The squelch echoed in the small car, drowned only by your panting.

You were getting close—your hips rolling against his palm, chasing the high you didn’t even want to admit you needed.

Then he stopped.

You whimpered, eyes wide, dazed.

He grabbed your hips and unzipped his jeans, cock springing free—thick, flushed, angry, already leaking.

“You want it?” he asked, tapping the tip against your dripping entrance.

Your lips parted. You couldn’t speak.

“You better,” he snarled, “because I ain’t stopping this time.”

He slammed into you.

Your cry was swallowed by his mouth—his hand clamped over your lips as he thrust up, hard and deep, filling you all at once.

“Shhh,” he whispered, eyes dark with hunger. “You’re gonna take it, baby. Just like that.”

You nodded, tears brimming from the stretch, the overwhelming heat of him.

His other hand gripped your waist, guiding you as he rocked up into you, the car rocking gently with each movement. His cock hit deep, brutal, unforgiving.

“Fuck—tight as ever,” he groaned. “Knew you were made for me.”

You could only moan, muffled under his palm, every nerve ending on fire.

“You feel that?” he hissed. “This cock? That’s mine. You can run all you want, ghost me, hide at your aunt’s—but this cunt’ll always remember me.”

Your walls clenched around him and he chuckled darkly.

“Knew it. You like when I talk dirty, don’t you? My filthy little thing.”

You nodded, sobbing quietly, the pressure building, unbearable.

“You gonna cum on my cock? In a parking lot? Huh?”

You buried your face in his neck, moaning helplessly as the orgasm crashed through you—white-hot and blinding.

He didn’t stop.

Toji kept fucking into you, harder now, chasing his own high, hand tangled in your hair.

“Such a good girl… take it all… fuck—gonna fill you up—”

And then he came, hips jerking, spilling inside you with a broken groan.

You sat there afterward, panting. The windows fogged up. Your body limp.

You finally looked at him. He was already smirking.

“Told you,” he said smugly, zipping up.

“You always come back.”

"Always." he grinned.

to be continued.... next chapter >>

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[cultkinkcoven]

@zaizai-11037 Decided to make a whole post about this because I realized I actually have A LOT to say about this. Hope that’s okay lol

Ok, the first thing is that Lord Lucifer is not a human. You don’t feel jealous when you see the sun shining on someone else’s face because you too can go out and stand in the sunlight. You don’t get jealous that someone across the planet is seeing the moon, because you know you will see her in a few hours. Lucifer is not a man, he is a spirit that can be embodied. He is in the artist’s pen and the poet’s tongue, he is the raven caw and the howling wind. I try not to anthropomorphize him *too much*, because he is not a human. He’s not an invisible man. He is everywhere at once, and I know that he’s still with me even when I can’t see him. He’s still with me when he’s with everyone else.

The other thing is knowing that he’s still speaking to me through his interactions with others. That’s why I love reading other people’s experiences so much, I learn more about him through them. And sometimes those posts inspire me to approach him with new questions. I feel a kinship with others who know him like this, I’m excited and relieved to know I’m not the only one. My immediate response is usually awe rather than jealousy.

And lastly, my Lucifer is mine. Every relationship every person has with him is unique. Lucifer may have many lovers but none of them are the same. I don’t yearn to experience what others are experiencing, I’m busy having my own experiences. It’s nice to witness them experiencing something similar to me, we can relate to each other. But no one else is ever going to be what I am to him, and the same applies to everyone he has ever had a relationship with. My Lucifer talks to me and manifests to me differently than he does to anyone else, even if he uses a few of the same tricks.

I was going to end this post here, but I think that would be a bit dishonest. To be completely real, I DO get a little bit jealous sometimes lol. It’s one of those things that is illogical and unavoidable sometimes, feeling that way isn’t wrong, especially when it is uncontrollable. Such is the way of the human heart. I saw a post from an amazing artist who painted a beautiful piece for him and their caption said something like “I want to be his personal painter” and I was like !!IM! His personal painter!!!

It’s silly lol, and it’s fun to laugh about it. Having jealousy isn’t really the issue, the actions one takes afterwards however may be.

The thing that has always made it easier for me has been Lucifer’s reaction himself. I know he’s just happy to have two painters. He seems to find it endearing when I find myself in these little ruts. My eagerness to please him, to compensate for my slight jealousy, only means I’ll be more vigorous in my devotion. And in some weird way, his teasing makes everything feel less serious.

“Oh, are you working hard for me, my boy?”

“That seemed to strike a nerve, are you going to make me a painting too now?“

He has a sense of pride knowing that I do get jealous, that I do want to be favoured. And I gain fulfillment from my increased efforts.

and i don’t even know if I should say this, but the realest answer of them all is sometimes I do get jealous and I just act like a brat. That’s it. He’s extremely in tune with my mood and he notices the slightest hint of attitude- and then he’s immediately present.

“what’s your problem?”

“who are you looking at like that?”

sometimes the only good answer is to just ask for attention, and Lucifer luckily is usually very willing to give it. He has never turned away from me when I needed him, even when all I needed was validation. He is never too far away and he will always come when I call. He’s very good at easing my obsessive mind.

So the tldr is: asides from the whole not a human being thing, Lord Lucifer is really good at keeping his hoes in check

So happy that Lord Lucifer has other followers … cause on the days I don’t have the time or energy to be at my altar or offer him something, I’m so so relieved to see posts from other Luciferians talking about what they did with him that day. It’s like, oh, thank Gods, there are others leaving him sweet treats and writing him poems and showering him in praises today. He still has the support of his cult behind him even when I’m away, he’s not alone. And seeing other people’s experiences just makes me even more excited to reunite with him. I love seeing his little quirks appear in other people’s conversations with him.

something something spiritual polyamory? ?Rejoicing in the shared love of a God is so magical …

[falafels]

i love ur seth u love how developed of a character he is i love how he’s funny and part of the team but also a dick and everyone dunks on him. truly how he should have been in a perfect aftg

thanks man! honestly i don’t think he ever could have been like that in canon/perfect aftg because the core of it is they all suck so bad and get in their own way. like he did want so badly for it to be better and wymack’s ideas to work but he wouldn’t be the one to commit to it if there was any chance it would fail, which is why i think it kind of works in this au? like the riko murder attempt puts him in a coma, he wakes up and suddenly it’s worked and the team is succeeding and people are getting better and it’s what he wanted but what he wanted to be part of and now he’s on the outside. he has to reintegrate to a team he barely recognises and is basically as outside as the new freshmen (who i WILL get to at some point they live in my head forever. probably not in the socmed au but there will be a long old lore post), and i think this isolation is kind of what draws him to aaron. aaron, who dislikes everyone so much that it sort of reaches a level of no-judgement (in that he’s so judgemental it kind of doesn’t matter anymore), as well as the fact that aaron seems to be drawing away from the team as well now that he’s allowed to. he’s not totally gone, but with any first freedom he vanishes for a bit and then chooses to come back as he pleases. seth thinks he’s a good place to start, as he’s part of the team but interacts with it on his own terms now. aaron also has some similar lore to seth, with addiction and strained familial relationships and not-so-progressive takes. seth eventually finds his stride by leaning into being the Elder Fox after a joke from one of the freshman- he’s not actually the oldest (renee and nicky both older), but he’s been a fox the longest and decides he’s some kind of pillar of wisdom and starts imparting this wisdom on occasion unprompted, like at practice there’s a quiet moment after dan explains a play and seth just goes “you can reheat pizza with a car battery but it will taste worse. and not with a honda because it catches fire and the owner chases you.” and kevin is endlessly annoyed by it because seth will just stop exy conversations to dispense today’s sage nugget of wisdom but the others find it vaguely entertaining if deeply confusing, and slowly seth becomes kind of weird in an amusing and more safe way than just a scowling jackass. don’t get me wrong, he’s still very much a scowling jackass, but he’s also someone who they know doesn’t actually mean them any harm. he’s kind of like the team’s version of your middle school best friend’s older brother who sits on lawn chairs wearing a bucket hat and no shirt and tells you the government is trying to steal your thoughts or your piss or some incredibly niche but elaborate conspiracy that he wholeheartedly believes and you’re like wow this guy cannot be real how does he get through a day but then the sink breaks and he fixes it with like 1 tool and some tape and it works perfectly and you start to think damn maybe he’s right about the aliens. anyway sorry i totally derailed this i love to talk about seth sorry ily thank u for this ♥️ ♥️ ♥️

[ilovejeffthekiller]

this post by scrawnym4 has made me realize something that pisses me off.

the downside of having a genuinely bad character that a fandom hates is that the fandom will be so annoying about it and never bother to analyze them and their plot in the story and/or refuse to even properly talk about the character in a serious way.

if someone dares to say they like that character or (even worse) are in some way attracted to that character (or even WORSE WORSE) somehow relate in a way to said bad character they're told they condone character's actions in REAL life and told to die (or some other 'you're a bad person' jargon).

maybe the mouthwashing fandom has jaded me a little because because that post mainly reminded me about jimmy.

like, most don't even say jimmy's name. they censor it? for some fucking reason? shit was funny at first, cause i thought they were kinda playing on how swansea called him jimbo, but it got so annoying so fucking quick.

also, small nitpick, can we stop amplifying that bad and/or "evil" people stink "naturally"? cause i'm tired of the concept of being dirty and not washing a thing only "bad" people are/do, thanks.

adding this cause a lot of people claim jimmy, who's a canonical rapist, doesn't shower or wash or generally take care of himself because he's "evil" and a bad person. can we please stop this? cause jimmy canonically washes and showers. he even said in game he misses the showers!

also just in general people do this it's NOT just a mouthwashing problem it's a people problem, it's even in scrawnym4's crude doodle of "bad guy mcweirdson", he apparently "stinks really bad". why? who knows, it was more than likely a random "trait" they pulled out of their head they found annoying or bad. (i'm not them idk. also this is NOT an attack or call out do NOT assume it is, jesus christ!!!).

it's fucking annoying regardless. how clean someone is does NOT dictate who they are or how they act.

bad characters can be bad but either get mischaracterized or extremely infantilized. i'm not even gonna bring in sexualization, by the way, cause i've seen more accurate character analysis from people that wanna fuck "evil" characters than the ones that wanna remain "pure and wholesome".

i've notice a lot of people can't tolerate genuinely bad characters cause half the time they're human. and who want's to realize that any random person can be bad?

like i've noticed a LOT of "villains" and bad people in fiction aren't even people half the time, and if they are they have super natural powers. they're fictionalized.

mouthwashing makes people realize that ANYONE can be a bad person. jimmy is just a fucking GUY. he's not this supernatural evil entity that lurks in the darkness.

he's a middleaged man that raped a woman.

and people hate this. they hate realism. they refuse to even look into his character or even bother to entertain him outside of his actions because making characters soley one thing is something i've seen VERY RECENTLY that's making me just as mad.

jimmy isn't just a rapist. curly isn't just an enabler. anya isn't just a victim. they all have their own roles within the game and how they interact with each other.

does this make sense? genuinely.

[a-lake-of-fire]

Since haunt season is coming back up, I want to share something I thought about last season.

The Marauders as haunt workers

I think we all know that Remus would be the one wandering actor who everyone goes to see. A lot of people would flirt with him (Sirius included) despite him being covered in gore. He'd do really well in common areas as an actor to just fill the space. His character might seem like it's such an obvious choice, but he would actually be a plague doctor, and I stand by that. He'd try to be nice to young children, but rude teenagers, he has the BEST dialogue to deal with them.

Sirius would be great in a hayride or in a haunted house. He would be all for the roles other people don't want. I'm thinking prisoner in a haunted jail (too soon?) He would eat that role up. Probably a lot of inspiration from The Joker, but sometimes the best inspiration is the obvious one. He has the perfect laugh, so also maybe a clown some nights? He'd probably think clowns are overdone, though. And he'd be right. But they are a classic, most places have them, and they keep bringing in crowds. In character flirting with Remus? Every time they see each other at work. Every time.

James could be a great actor, but I also think he'd be a great ticket taker. Either way, he has a very guiding but intimidating presence. As an actor, he'd randomly appear and disappear at different points in the haunt, he'd be great at not giving away scares while still being present for them. Haunted mansion, anyone? If he was a ticket taker, creepy dialogue for sure. "Here they come," "see you on the other side," stuff like that that's just slightly off-putting.

Peter definitely works consessions because it's far enough away from the haunts while still seeing some actors in the common area. He'd give Remus free drinks every time he came up. Honestly, consessions is such a chill job, you get the haunt worker experience without too much pain. He'd laugh at Sirius complaining about his bruises, especially if Sirius worked hayride, those bruises get nasty.

Lily would either be a ticket taker or a makeup artist. She would regularly talk to the actors, but might be a little creeped out when they make their character noises at her. She'd take a lot of convincing to work at a haunt, but she would love it.

Regulus, I think, would make a great "victim" character. Think the one good character in a haunt who is being trapped by the other characters, the weeping person chained alone in a room, stuff like that. He'd pull it off so well. Another option is haunted mansion again. He'd be the perfect Victorian ghost. He can probably scream like a banshee, might if he gets bored/overwhelmed.

Barty deserves to be put in a corn maze or in a cannibal haunt. Somewhere he can act absolutely deranged. He's got that psycho laugh and enjoys banging on whatever is around. Just a silly little dude.

Evan is either exclusively a makeup artist, or he does makeup and works in the common area with Remus. Either way, he's that one makeup artist everyone wants to go to, he's definitely got the creepiest makeup but he really has absolutely no idea what he's doing until he's done. His character would probably be a well-known media character, like Ghostface.

Marlene probably also does makeup, but I think she'd also really enjoy acting and would insist on doing it every night. She'd actually like the clowns, unlike Sirius. 100% a slider, if you don't know what that is, go look of videos of haunt sliders. Definitely has a child/doll-like character, too. She would have a full backstory for her character, and she'd tell any customer that asks.

I don't really have anything for Mary or Dorcas, but I do for Pandora. She would play a lost character in the haunted mansion, like a ghost who doesn't know they're dead yet. She'd probably hang out with Regulus on slow nights, and they've definitely had to scramble to get back to their spots in time before.

If you have any ideas for what Mary and Dorcas would do, or if you want a version similar to this but instead of acting, it's the characters going through a haunt, let me know. And if you have any questions about haunts in general, it's one of my favorite things to talk about.

[streetcorner-2inthemorning]

Thinking about how in season 2, the Doctor asked Rose "How long are you going to stay with me?" He could have asked her that in so many ways. "How long do you want to travel with me?" "When do you want to go home?" But he chose those words specifically. And Rose could have answered in just as many ways. "As long as I live." "As long as you'll have me." But instead she said one word. "Forever."

And the sad thing is that her answer was truer than any other answer she could have given. Because whether she realized it or not she wasn't saying how long they would be together. She was telling him how long she would be with him. As a memory, as a ghost, in his hearts. No matter who the Doctor is or how old they get, somewhere deep inside their soul, Rose will remain. Forever.

[aurantiumred]

the overlap between the dc and pjo fandoms is. a concerning amount. ill be looking at tt and scrolling though, find a dc tt, turns out 3 of the percy jackson accs i follow reblogged it. is this a canon event. do all of us go through a dc phase. i got hit in the face with the brick that is jason todd lore by @whosthatredguy via infodump one day and the next im scrolling through a sketchy website for comic #408 for jason's first appearance. and like. I'm still annotating the lost hero. wrong jason, thought my hyperfixation was on jason grace, not like. the definition of parental issues. not the definition of "role two, the scapegoat" cmon man

AND THEN THERES A GYMNAST! AND I IMMEDIATELY GO "mmm pretty, mmm cool moves" AND I PERISH INSTANTLY AT THE THOUGHT OF THEM BECAUSE THEY'RE SO FUCKING COOL???

LITTLE ASSASSIN VICTORIAN BOY? YES PLEASE!!! I LOVE HEARING ABOUT THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND! I NEED TO READ EVERY COMIC PLEASE SOMEONE GIVE ME A DAMN WEBSITE THAT DOESN'T ATTEMPT TO FLASH ME WITH NAKED WOMEN WHEN I FLIP THE PAGE TO READ THE COMICS ON IM BEGGING YOU

GIVE ME A SITE I DONT NEED A VPN TO EVEN THINK ABOUT PLEAASSSEE

theres also representation in already established characters and a bisexual man who frequently takes naps in impossible places. i would kill to say hi to any of them. theres so many comics and i do not trust myself to write about a character before i know everything about them so im probably gonna go and watch every single show related to batman and then die in a corner.

anyway this devolved from "why are these fandoms linked" to "angry rant about the cities i would burn to hug nightwing" really fast actually.

[sappi-papi]

found this template and something evil took hold of me . have i made it clear that they make me Sick yet. because they make me Sick. Ouh my favorite pair of doomed best friends/found family. sorry about the super small text btw you'll probably have to open in a new tab if you're on desktop or zoom in super hard if you're on mobile. guh.

[theactualsunshinechild]

*banging my fists against the wall helplessly, tears streaming down my face*

MY RAREPAIR STILL HASN'T INTERACTED AND AT THIS POINT I'M NOT SURE THEY EVER WILL

[pickled-flowers]

Also just because you get annoyed by something someone is doing doesn't mean they are evil you can leave us alone

[weezerlvr228]

rivers if he was absorbed by poisonous gas but didn’t care too much

[hadrianblackwaters]

!! DRUMINDOR SPOILERS IN TEXT AND TAGS !!

Listening to Drumnidor as a Hadrian girlie is not easy. My god they're assassinating his entire character and taking away his life purpose right in front of us! They're reducing him to a stupid comic relief character with no depth and no real influence on the people around him (to a greater degree than they ever did before) and they're taking away all his greatest achievements and attributing them to someone else to fit the plot! His main character status has been revoked and he's now apparently merely a supporting character in someone else's story. Please, everyone, a moment of silence for my blorbo 😔🙏 Rest in peace mr. Blackwater. At least they let you pull some impressive-arse sword moves, you looked really cool... but I am so sorry they did not let you be a practising hoe in this one 🥀

[neverendingford]

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[licorishh]

Hey as a super introverted but not shy person I'd just like to say the jokes about extroverts "adopting" introverts to "get them out of their shell" are actually completely unfunny and it just goes to show how little respect a lot of y'all have for the fact that we genuinely don't want excessive social interaction and that y'all are forcing us to do something that brings us extreme physical and mental discomfort because you perceive our introversion as a failing rather than as purely a difference in personality.

We don't need your "help" to socialize. We're not children. We're simply not interested in spending every waking second of our lives talking to people and being talked at in return.