ghost sex with dark!Oda end tweet—
No but now that I’m into the walten files I couldn’t help but focus on Jack (cause the man is fine) and then my mind went to Oda and now I’m caught in the thought of him haunting you???? Like maybe you’re an ex mafia member that managed to “get out”, who talked to him in passing and always made an effort to say hi and whatnot cause why not, dude’s obviously a loner? Plus he’s cute asf so what’s the harm?
But then he died and dazai left with him and the stress just became too much so you bounced at the first opportunity. Found a boring place and an even blander job but eh, civilian life is better than no life.
But now you’re restless and barely able to get a moments peace because your empty apartment isn’t so empty anymore— floorboards creek in the night, feeling cold (and sometimes warm) brushes against your skin, shadows in the corners of your eyes and walls, feeling invisible eyes on you as soon as you step in the apartment, vague apparitions vanishing and appearing in the blink of a frantic eye, the whole nine!
First you’d think nothing of it— maybe chalked it up to lingering paranoia from your previous occupation (can never be too careful in the Mafia) but then you’d start to feel touches with nothing there to follow them
then there’s the occasional dark figure that seems to permeate the perimeter of your bed— nearly shot up your complex when you woke to a dark, 6ft apparition staring down at you from the foot of your bed. You don’t know what to make of it, is it an ability? Is someone messing with you? is Mori trying to get back at you for leaving, somehow?
It’s torture but it somehow gets worse when you start to see signs, visuals that prove it’s not just your overactive imagination— small, almost fingershaped bruises on the dips of your hips, teeth marks on the inner parts of your thigh, more hand prints around your ankles— like where tf did that come from????
even felt a pinch on your nipples when you went for a midnight snack
It comes to a head when you wake in a cold sweat to a cold, firm grip pinning your knees to the mattress— blankets scattered on the floor like something carelessly threw them off your resting form during the night.
But you can barely focus on that when your cunt is all warm n sticky with your slick and whatever the fuck is suckling at your clit :((( try to close your legs due to the exposure of cold air on your bare pussy and just feel the sharp pain of a slap on your tummy :(( followed by the small pressure of lips on the reddening handprint on your pudgy stomach
Try so hard to hold your moans n whines but it’s like a force refuses to let you move your arms to cover ur mouth :( just gotta sit n take it
i'm literally about to squirt all over my keyboard what the fuck what the fuck wHAT THE FUCK FLSNFKLDSNFLS GHOST!ODA????
oda shamelessly examining you when you change your clothes, parking his ass in whatever he deems to be the best seat so he can indulge in the little "show" you're putting on for him. you starting to notice your panties disappearing, only to reappear crumpled up on your bathroom floor. oda watching you do stretches--yoga or otherwise--in the "solitude" of your room and mulling over the potential consequences of making a move on you when you're fully conscious. he knows you'd put up a fight, and he can't be having that, regardless of how badly he wants to tear a hole in your stupid, little shorts and fuck you into the carpet whenever you bend over nice n' pretty for him.
