imo karlach’s soul coin usage seems like it should have been a little more significant than it was.
she only ever really stops to consider the magnitude of burning through a person’s soul for power during an origin playthrough—otherwise she rationalizes to the player that they’re doomed anyway, and if using them gives her an edge in combat, why not use them for good instead of leaving them to be used by evil? the dialogue with lann tarv in act 2, where he tells the story of each soul he's handing over to her, tries to humanize each soul coin, and still she doesn’t really budge and disapproves pretty heavily if she's told no in regards to using them.
it just seems like something that could have caused some kind of conflict between her and wyll, given he sold his soul to a devil in dire circumstances and takes issue with the player for sleeping with mizora, because she 1) is mizora, and 2) similarly expends tormented souls during her romance scene, even if for a different purpose. but it just... never really comes up?
i love karlach. but that seems like it should have gone Somewhere, from a writing standpoint? karlach values wyll as a person but is willing to use currency forged from souls like his for the sake of a temporary power up. she knows the soul is consumed when she uses them. that whole exchange with lann tarv is there to emphasize that every soul coin she destroys was a person once. but it all kind of loses narrative purpose if this combination of factors doesn't mean anything? karlach doesn't change at all in her willingness to use soul coins, no matter what the player says or how much she cares for wyll.
idk. missed opportunity that wyll doesn't have any dialogue about this, of all things.
i've been thinking about how haunted the outsider's marked must be—noticeably so, to the extent that any passerby can see it. as the most liminal character of the cast, it's most often remarked upon by people speaking of and to corvo (with the countless characters unnerved by him and describing him as some otherworldly spirit), but there is some measure of uncanniness present in all of them. but then, how could there not be? they're branded like sacred livestock (as though by an actual iron, if the animation is anything to go by), implied to be damned (see the heart line that says the void is where they draw their power from, but will ultimately be the place of their doom), and have been given a type of second sight and reach that hitherto only existed in blood soaked strictures and occult rumor.
consent is not even an afterthought here, and you certainly can not ask—to even try will likely earn you nothing more than the outsider's disdain. but if you are chosen, if there is something in you that has caught his eye, the trajectory of your life will be forever altered. you're no longer a human, but a character, a tragicomic figure that is allowed a glimpse behind the stage curtain that you have been suddenly made aware of, and given only one set of instructions: be interesting. and now, for a time, you're god's favorite, the darling of the narrative. until you're not. until he loses his interest in you—which he will! whether he leaves you with a fond accolade or a cold premonition, his favor is not infinite. human lives are short and the novel excitement of their decisions is even shorter, and there will always be someone new to catch his eye—and you're left to search for him in shadows that he no longer deigns to step foot in, while the play continues around you. and there is absolutely no one you can tell about it—how can one even sufficiently put it all to words? the only options left are to remain silent (as corvo does) or extend a fraction of his reach unto others (e.g. daud with the whalers, delilah with the brigmore witches, granny rags with the executioner). a simulacrum, ultimately, for the one who is and is not beyond humanity.
obviously, he grew up in a very strict, sheltered household, so he’s completely oblivious to most romantic things
so he’s kinda going in blind
but he’s trying his best!
he knows that he loves you, and he really wants you to know it
this often results in silly, wholesome moments
he’ll try to be charming and kiss your hand, only for his face to turn bright red
it’s endearing, really
any affection, especially in public, flusters him so much
he’s very touch starved, so when you start to give him hugs, he’ll definitely be a bit stiff at first
but slowly, and probably with a lot of communication and exposure, riddle starts to enjoy your touch
he learns that he can rely on you for comfort, and he starts to seek you out when he needs it
these are big steps for him!!! tell him you’re proud :)
he is very sweet to you, as well, in his own way
he’ll invite you to take care of the hedgehogs with him, or sit with him as he studies
that’s how you know that he’s comfortable and trusts you
since every other one is so foreign to him, riddle’s love language is probably quality time
your presence makes him happy, and he hopes it’s the same for you, too
he particularly enjoys when the two of you sit and work on a crossword together each night
he doesn’t care whether or not you’re good at them, he just enjoys the quiet intimacy of sitting together over his puzzle book
come to his equestrian club meets!!
he loves seeing you cheer for him in the crowd <3
he def needs a lot of reassurance, but you always show up for him, and he always shows up for you
and if, for some reason, he can’t be there? he’ll make up for it tenfold, even if you tell him he doesn’t have to
he considers himself very lucky to have both met you and fallen in love with you, so he really doesn’t want to mess it up
he’s so sweet, just give him a big, long hug and a kiss on the forehead <3
Ace Trappola
bro cannot pull
how much did he pay you
or was it that loser boy swag
or, god forbid, the card tricks???
you’re dating a little menace of a man, and now you have to deal with the consequences
he’ll sneak up on you in the hallways, whispering “boo” right when you don’t expect it and draping himself over your shoulders
or he’ll boop the tip of your nose out of nowhere, usually when you’re really focused on studying or something else
(basically anything that’s not him)
this is mostly because, even if he won’t admit it, ace constantly craves your affection
he’s actually so whipped for you
he needs to have your hand in his, or your head on his shoulder, really any kind of physical affection
he’s real needy about it
he may be an annoying, silly prankster, but he actually needs his significant other quota filled each day
so, he’s definitely the type to send you desperate “i miss you :(” texts after you just saw him three hours ago before work
dating ace is lwk like having a strange little dog follow you around all the time
he’s just always there, hanging around and searching for your attention and affection
he’s not the sweetest lover, but he’s still pretty outwardly affectionate towards you
he loves to ruffle your hair, or pinch your cheeks, or kiss you mid-sentence
he loves seeing your reactions, especially if you start to mess with him in return
basically, i hope you’re down to be a troublemaker with him and be silly together
Deuce Spade
awww he’s so babygurlll
like actually though, he’s the sweetest
chivalry is not, in fact, dead
not if deuce is around!!
he was definitely the type to pine over you and yearn for ages before actually asking you out
but he’s still so whipped when he’s in a relationship, too
he’ll buy your flowers every week, and even memorize your favorites and the ones you’re allergic to
he always get one shorter one to tuck behind your ear or into your hair when he gives them to you
but his face is always bright red as he does so <3
he’s so nervous, but he so happy to actually be dating you
he especially loves cuddling with you after long days of classes or work
feeling you relax into his arms brings him a sense of belonging that nothing else really has given him
he secretly relishes in your touch, but he’s not quite sure how to ask for or initiate it
so, when you see him unknowingly making puppy dog eyes at you, that’s your cue to cover his face in kisses
he’s always a little shocked, but he’ll melt into you, his strong arms wrapped comfortably around your lower back as you lean up to kiss him
in general, deuce is really easy (and fun) to fluster, and any big romantic gestures or pda make his face bright red
he’s a really shy bf at first, mostly because he’s scared of scaring you away, but he really starts to come into his own when you’ve been by each other’s side of a while
he’s always there when you need him, usually before you even ask, and he’s really good at comforting you if you ever need it
he’s got nice, strong arms, a warm heart, and lots of love for you, so he’s honestly perfect for it
and as a boyfriend in general
he’s new to this, and you’re probably his first for everything, but he’s head over heels for you nonetheless <3
Trey Clover
you’re so lucky wtf
not only is he peak malewife but he’s also def such a good partner (it’s giving peeta)
trey actually might be peak masculinity
he’s sweet, down to earth, and honestly half bad at flirting
he pulled you somehow
(it was probably the sweets, let’s be honest)
as your boyfriend, he’s definitely really doting
he loves complimenting your appearance, whether it be beauty or handsomeness, he loves it all
but he especially loves making you embarrassed and flustered
he’ll randomly say something super romantic and flirty out of the blue, just to see your cover your face to hide the blooming warmth from your embarrassment
seeing just how well his words woo you is a highlight of trey’s day
he just loves seeing all your reactions
and, by signing up to be his significant other, you’ve also signed up to be the victim of many (harmless) little pranks
we all know trey loves a good ol’ light prank (cough, cough, oyster sauce incident), and he loves surprising you with silly little things that make you laugh when you’re not expecting it
he’s always got sweets on hand to make up for them, though, of course
what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t treat you? (especially after being particularly devious)
speaking of which, trey is always prepared to spoil you
just got a new promotion? here, have a pastry!
rough day dealing with grim? he’s got a small cake in hand, your favorite, just for you
but he’s ready for even small occasions, too
he’s always so prepared to be there to love and support you at all times
he’s always there for you, and he’s affectionate when you need it
he’s not terribly big on grand public displays of affection, but he does cherish the quality time of your mundane moments, usually in the comfort of privacy
if you’re ever the first one up, and the first one to make food, he’ll find you in the kitchen, drape himself over you, strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and face nuzzled into your neck, sleepily murmuring thank yous and i love yous into your skin
he also loves snuggling up with you for movies
he’s always got your favorite sweet treats on hand, and he’s so perfect to cuddle up against
he’s big, strong, and warm, and he’ll even watch all your silly romcoms with you without complaint
honestly, he loves the quality time
and the sparkle in your eye as you get comfy against his shoulder watching legally blonde
plus, he gets a little laugh out of your relaxed face when you inevitably fall asleep in against his shoulder or in his arms
he’s just too comfy!
it’s one of the big, strong, sweet, baker boyfriend privileges <3
Cater Diamond
you’re a magicam influencer now i guess
you don’t have a choice
he’s posting you everywhere
posts, stories, etc
he’s too proud of you, he’s gotta flaunt you somehow!!
however, alongside this, cater is also so chronically online
its actually scary
i just know this fucker would love six seven
this does, of course, mean that he knows of every couples trend there is
which is def a double edged sword
but he’s usually cute with it
like, you know that trend with come on, eileen? he definitely begged you to do it with him when he hard launched your relationship
he’s really careful and understanding if you don’t want your face all over his page, though
but he still loves those sweet couples posts, and posts all those aesthetic like hand holding stories with only that n some music
but does get bold sometimes, his personal favorite being the post with your lipstick mark on his cheek
along the same theme, you’re his homescreen on his phone, but it’s one of the changing ones, so it’s all beautiful candid shots, until there’s this one terrible 0.5 shot of your sleeping
he’s a menace, but a sweet menace
he always has his arm wrapped around yours, or his head leaning on yours
he loves light pda, but he also loves just flopping on top of you and doomscrolling at the end of his day
his battery has reached his limit, and he’s got to smother his beloved significant other to recover <3
he lets down his guard with you, and it’s a really serious thing for him
he’s comfortable with you, and you are with him
many of your nights are spent in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence as you both rest from the day’s excitements
many nights are spent sending each other cute little reels back n forth, being chronically online together <3
summary: sir crocodile is a man of fine taste, elegant preferences and an impeccable sense of fashion. much to his constant annoyance, the same can’t be said of his significant other. he doesn’t mind taking matters into his own hands, though.
warnings: none (?), alabasta era crocoboy, established relationship, soft!crocodile, slight ooc!crocodile, fluff, lil’ bit of crack.
word count: ~2570
a/n: had to get a 2012 messy bun reference in there somehow, sorry! also, this man is the most HUSBAND MATERIAL of one piece and no one will convince me otherwise.
“That’s a preposterous outfit”.
You looked down your figure, to the brown linen pants and white puffy shirt. The thigh high boots were as cute as they were practical, as you had to make your way into the city earlier today. Surely, you looked more like a classic pirate than he did. The black corset over the shirt also gave the whole outfit a sexier vibe, and you were quite proud of the look you assembled.
A brow raised, you stepped into his office, closing the door behind you. Funny, he didn’t even wait for you to be fully inside to comment on your clothes as he usually did when you dressed yourself — clearly, you had made an impression.
Knowing the man as you did, he would have made a snarky comment regardless if the clothes had made a good or bad impact on him.
You didn’t really care. You felt pretty damn good in your skin.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Sir?”, you said, changing the topic. His eyes were glued to your figure, as if you were something he just couldn’t understand. Huh, perhaps that was true.
He put the thick cigar between his lips and inhaled. Behind him, outside the window, the bananawanis swam carelessly. Oh, what you would give to be a beast chilling in a warlord’s private lake, away from any mundane worries.
Patting some ashes into the ashtray by his side, Crocodile finally met your eyes. “There will be a party tonight”, the reason why he felt the need to tell you again was beyond you, “and, as you know, I will be taking you as my date”.
“As arm candy, you mean”, you half spoke, half giggled. He narrowed his eyes, annoyed at the interruption. Truth be told, vexing him was fun. Scary at times, yes, but fun.
He stood up, and for a second you felt afraid. Just for a millisecond, though, an instinct born from being a fraction of his size. However, as much as he would torture, and kill, and harm many without care, you were concious of how precious you were to him. Unfortunately for him, because that caused you to run your mouth and irritate him to no end, with little to no regard for the consequences.
You knew, and he knew you knew, that you were irreplaceable in his life. If not for your brains and wits, for the ability to keep a secret and, well, the exceptional sex.
He took another drag, walking towards the large and tall dresser on the other side of the office. You hadn’t realized there were three poly garments with hangers supporting them on the knobs of the drawers.
You smiled, and almost skipped like a child towards it. Being with him had many benefits, and one of them was the constant opportunity to wear pretty clothes and shiny jewels. Crocodile looked behind him at you approaching and rolled his eyes, fighting a smile.
“Choose”, he commanded. He didn’t need to tell you twice.
You reached towards the first one like it was pure gold. In a way, you weren’t wrong. It was a beautiful golden floor length gown, encrusted in little sparkling stones from bust to feet. You had just the shoes to match it, and surely many jewellery given to you by the Shichibukai you were involved with would embellish it.
You turned to look at him over your shoulder, grinning. “You shouldn’t have”, and you meant it. You loved the gifts he gave, but you would be content with just him. The material aspect of it was just that.
“I wanted to”, he responded, low voice and predatory eyes. “Look at the second one”, he pointed to the middle garment, hanging by the same black velvet hanger as the others.
If you didn’t know any better, you could have thought he was excited.
You felt the smoke he exhaled behind you as you undid the zipper. Inside, there was a gorgeous black gown. It matched the vibe of these events. The spaghetti stripes and large slit, one that would probably show way too much leg, made the simple dress become one for the ages.
Once again, you looked over at him, lifting your eyebrows and smiling. He still refused to smile himself, keeping that stoic expression. But you could tell, by the way he rushed to smoke as one side of his lips slowly tilted up — his tell, that he was enjoying this greatly.
You reached the next and last dress, when Crocodile said, “That’s my favorite”.
Without even opening it, you knew it would be your favorite too.
And it was. Oh, how it was. Inside the garment, a silk olive green dress made your jaw drop. You took it off the hanger, and that’s when you realized that, adding insult to injury, it was fully backless. The color matched your skin tone, and the way it was cut would make every single curve shine.
You were speechless.
It was art.
You felt one large hand reach to your hair, taking it off your shoulder to kiss it. You inhaled deeply.
“I had it made just for you”, he murmured near the shell of your ear, chest flush against your back. Then, he lightly bit the lobule, making whatever air you still had in you come out in a desperate exhale.
He cared. He wouldn’t say it, but every little thing he did made you certain of how much and how deeply he cared.
You turned to face him, the dress still in your arms. The cigar hung from his lips, and you took it with your free hand, inhaling and enjoying how the act made your head lighter.
His hook moved near your legs. With how much shorter you were, he didn’t even have to raise his arms that much to reach your waist. With the high boots, you were at eye level with his chest. His large, hard, manly chest…
You snapped out of your trance as his hook toyed with the strings that held your corset together.
“You will wear it tonight”. A statement, not a question. You nodded, lost in his features. That man, so beautiful yet so vicious, seemed to soften a little every once in a while around you.
You raised a hand to give him his cigar back, which he took gladly. His eyes never left yours. How could they? To him, you were the most exquisite creature to ever walk the Grand Line.
Even if you made poor fashion choices and he had to intervene every once in a while.
Every so often, Crocodile would do this… thing… where he towered above you with more intensity than usual. Sometimes, it was out of protection. Others, when you were being just a tad too bratty, out of annoyance. However, on some rare lucky occasions, he did it out of lust. Pure, unadulterated lust.
You didn’t even have to put on a fancy dress. The crazy outfit somehow matched your energy, and made it – made you – all the more precious in his eyes.
Instead of kissing you or taking you on his office desk as he did many a time before, he chose to send you away with a simple “I will pick you up later” as he marched back to his leather chair. Two dresses remained on the hanger, the chosen one in your arms.
That was your queue to leave, and it was fine. You had no real interest in associating with his organization or the people in it.
As you walked out, Miss All Sunday’s figure made its way to you. She was always so gorgeous in those outfits. Purple really was her color.
She nodded once as she made her way into your husband’s office, and you smiled lightly back at her.
***
The night was quiet from your room, above all else on Rainbase.
Like many of his establishments, the Rain Diners had a private place for you to sleep, eat and do whatever you pleased as Crocodile ran his affairs.
It wasn’t rare for you and him to be separated due to work, much to both of your sorrows. Therefore, he decided you should have a place to stay in his properties all over the country, just yours, where no one and nothing would interfere with your peace whilst you accompanied him for his work.
It was weirdly thoughtful.
The view was spectacular. The city lights flickered beneath you, reminding you of fireflies or the night sky — a sky that now was almost starless, and on which the moon shone as if it was the sun.
You wore the green backless dress your husband gifted you, and its design and fabric made you shimmer in the cold, breezy desert night. It was a good shift from the unbearable heat that Alabasta so often offered, even if it made you tremble a little.
The door of your quarters opened, but you didn’t pay attention. No, your focus was solely on the vivid night of the city. What a lovely, alive place Rainbase was.
Crocodile entered the room without making a sound. When he didn’t see you immediately, every bone in his body tensed, only for that tension to be released when he found you, and make its way to his stomach as a whole different feeling: adoration.
He saw the glow of the dress first. The lights reflected on it, making the silk shine. You were standing on the porch, oblivious to his presence — or simply ignoring it.
A sitting duck, he thought. You were so different from him, much more naive and careless. He worried constantly, but, in moments like these, he thanked the Heavens for it, for he had an opportunity to look at you, unbothered and lovingly, for as long as he wished.
The slight flexion of your back muscles as you supported yourself by the elbows on the balcony made his most private parts twitch. He had no idea someone’s back could be so beautiful. The dress he carefully picked out really matched you, and you looked so sexy, but so royal all at once. What a Queen she’ll make, he thought.
Your hair was tied up loosely, almost as if you didn’t care for the result. Knowing you, that was probably true. Crocodile couldn’t wait to untangle the bun and just pull on your hair all night long, well into the morning, materializing all the thoughts he had during the long week he barely had time to be with his wife.
He had decided to take the morning off tomorrow, to enjoy the party — and, above all, you — to his full ability. It took some extra hours during the already long week, but it was worth it.
You were always worth it.
As quietly as he could, he approached you. He didn’t know how you didn’t react to his presence — could you be that oblivious? It made him worry. What if it was an enemy and not him?
Nevertheless, his desire prevailed over his worries. He crunched down to kiss your shoulder, hand caressing your arm and hook holding your waist. You didn’t flinch. Instead, you hummed in satisfaction and let your head fall to his chest, both your hands reaching behind you to touch him.
“Hello, lover”, you giggled. The smile on your face was beyond precious. How could someone so gorgeous ever settle for anything less than perfection? That’s why he made sure he rose to the level every single day.
“Hello yourself”, he murmured, still pecking kisses all over your upper body. “Didn’t hear me coming?”
“Oh, I heard you from the corridor”, you said, a smile growing. You turned around to face him, his hook still around your waist and his hand now holding your face. “But I thought I would let you enjoy the view”, you wiggled your eyebrows jokingly. That got a laugh out of him.
“You are dangerous, my wife”.
“And you are more of a fool for me than you’d ever admit, my husband”.
“Only for you”, was his serious response. His smile died as he looked at you, really taking in the production you had put on for the party. The dress not only complimented you, it was the central piece of your looks. You truly were one of a kind. His eyes met yours once more, “Don’t ever call me a fool in front of others”.
You giggled. “Well, duh, I’m not insane”, you answered, trying to lighten the mood. You knew how your husband worked, and teasing would only get you so far. “Shall we?”
He took a step back, still analyzing your curves and the silk, the jewelry and the cosmetics that made you go from his gorgeous woman to a goddess.
Every soul in the party would die seeing you in his arms. Jealously, just how he liked it. The more people want something only you can have, the more precious it becomes.
He smirked, a self-satisfied, smug smirk. The restrained emotion rather than a genuine smile gave you certainty you were in for a long night. Not that you would ever complain. On nights like these, you moaned and screamed so loudly that the maids you were friends with came to check on you in the morning, just to guarantee nothing happened. It was adorable, but unnecessary.
After all, the man in front of you would never harm you. He would, however, take you to the limits of your sanity from the amount of pleasure he made you feel.
You smiled back at him.
“We shall”, he answered, giving you his arm — the one without the hook.
Before you took it, you stood on your tip toes to kiss his cheek. He worshiped you in the best way a godless man could, and you adored him unconditionally in return.
His sly smirk turned into a softer smile as you two made your way through the room and towards the door. You looked at your coat on the bed but decided it would be unnecessary. There was no reason for it if Crocodile and his gigantic fur would be there for you, warming you when you felt cold.
You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, feeling great about the outfit. That’s the thing with self-esteem, be it a pirate outfit or an elegant dress, you still felt good.
It took you a while to get there, though, and you’d never go back. The only reason why Crocodile commented on your outfits was because it was a matter of subjective taste and you two often shared your opinions with one another about all arts: theater, music, paintings, sculptures… Fashion was no different.
He didn’t criticize you, for he worshiped even the ground you walked on. The clothes were a whole other story.
And truth be told, you didn’t mind having an elegant man like your husband picking out the most beautiful attires you’d ever laid eyes on, just to make you smile or to spoil you.
“Do you like my dress?”, you asked Crocodile, teasingly, as you two left the room, arms locked.
He side-eyed you, still smug. “So fashionable, dear”.
Your heart skipped a beat. Having him compliment you always did a number on your poor heart. Little did you realize, every time you stood by his side, his heart fell to the same fate.
a/n: for those who are curious, as I usually am, the height difference between crocodile and his girl would be something like this (I used my own height as reference hehe):
hmo .. sneaking into carl's room through the window ok? rick hasnt been letting carl out all day and u js want to see him ok? u bring over some of his favorite comics and maybe even some pudding ok? then its all cutey and u have ur first kiss together ok? then rick or michonne come to check up on carl and u have to hide 🥹✌️
first writing of 2026 for a req i had from 2025 ,, 🥀 lmk how i did chat 💔
forbidden kiss
carl grimes x reader
you finally understood romeo and juliet . from what seemed to stupid teenage star crossed lovers, blinded by greed turned into a tragic story of yearning and loneliness toward the one you feel the most with .
it was dramatic, to say the least.
the entire day, spent lazing away. without carl.
while, yes it was productive. you spent the day playing and entertaining the younger group of kids as the adults spent the day gathering food and supplies, you reminisced carl doing it with you. you glanced toward his window, creme white thin curtains draping over the sides like wings on a bird. a caged bird.
in reality, he had been grounded for sneaking out , messing about in the woods when he knew he shouldn’t have . you wonder if he thought it was worth it, his consequence having to stay inside with jude , his form of being ‘grounded’ during an apocalypse. while it was only for a week, it was torture. you couldn’t tell him all the pretty flowers and birds you found, or the fact that you found pretty ribbon to help him put in your hair, it pulled your heartstrings to say the least.
which is why, you devised a plan to see him. grounded or not, rick and michonnes rule toward carl didn’t mean you couldn’t find your own way to communicate and see him, you were starving for his attention for gods sake.
the day went far beyond noon, almost toward midnight by the time you fully went through your ‘plan’. it was easy to sneak past your parents, always leaving the back door unlocked, not having a fear of so called ‘burglars’. as you made your way down the block, you noticed the lights off, southern night illuminating the night in its own way. frogs croaking , flies buzzing harmoniously with fireflies farther in the forrest. it was nice without the sound of walkers groaning through their broken lungs.
you climbed (as quietly as possible) toward his window, your long nails tapping on the glass as you knew he was awake. you were slightly sweating as you stood waiting , a tin of pudding in your hand as a gift, eager to see him again since the week before. as he opened it, he grabbed your hand, smiling from dimple to dimple , allowing you to sit on the windowsill, recollecting your breath as he slowly shut it behind you.
“you saved me! i was dying watching you from the window, like im some kind of princess waiting for her knight.” he whispered, hugging you as he smelled the nights air of pine, furrowing its way into your hair.
“it should be the other way around , no? …unless,, you like that kinda thing.” you laughed , blinking your eyes like a doll as he pushed your shoulder as you two began to laugh, seemingly silent.
“i have the free will to push you back out that window. girlfriend or not.” he helped you , letting you bounce onto the bed as you handed him the small tin, his smile sparkling as he hid it in his nightstand .
“you have to be absolutely silent, i don’t want michonne to come in with her katana thinking im talking to a walker or something.” he hushed you from giggling, just from being in the presence of your boyfriend after what seemed like months.
“as quiet as a mouse.” you mimicked zipping your lips, pushing him onto the bed gently , swapping places with him as you began to kiss him, slightly positioning yourself up from the difference in spots. it was light, nothing with significant meaning, other than the two of you missing eachother deadly.
his lips were soft and light, you swore you could feel yourself reaching a flow state, his warm smell matching the softness of his sheets, hair, lips, and eyes, watching his long lashes flutter against his freckled cheeks as he intertwined your hands gently.
you began to sit , crisscrossed, face to face as he locked the other hand with yours. what felt like hours of soft feather touches had only been 5 or so minutes, you began to hear footsteps pattering on the hardwood, seemingly close to carls door.
“shit! uhm, - hide in the closet!” he whispered , opening the door for you and gently shutting it, as to not make noise. his bed creaked as he bounced back on it, opening a comic book next to his dresser, cheeks still red from the kiss.
“i saw your light on, what’re you still doing up? it’s an hour past midnight carl. don’t waste too much light, yeah? you know your sister is scared of the dark.” michonne opened the door, creeping her head in slightly, eyes tired and puffy from seemingly sleeping.
“sorry , ‘chonne.” he mumbled, acting as if he was in the middle of reading, dimming his light . as she left , he opened back the closet, kissing you before you could say anything snarky.
“sorry! that was so embarrassing, shuffling you into the closet.” he laughed , hugging you showing his sorry-ness.
“this is just like romeo and juliet, why can’t we just be together publicly? this is torture.” you whined, laying on his bed as you snatched his comic, skimming through it.
“i would rather have to stay home for two more days than kill myself with poison, let alone you killing yourself with poison in retaliation.”
“that’s true. but still torture.”
he kissed you , silencing you seemingly all-together.
Something that I think about a lot with Mastermind is the significance of Stolas taking responsibility.
Like yes obviously politically it's a huge deal and obviously it's this dynamic shift in the whole course of the plot, yada yada yada... but like. the personal significance is huge in a way I don't see talked about, specifically because of Blitz's personal history.
Blitz is consistently in a protector role with those around him. That's not news. It probably started with Fizz (and perhaps Barbie?) and continues with Loona, with M&M... he's the guy who is putting himself on the line to take the fall when shit goes wrong.
The implication is pretty clear (and I suspect will become clearer as we get more information about the Buckzo family) that Blitz has been The One Responsible, for better or for worse, since he was very young. We see his father placing responsibility for the family finances on his shoulders when he's only grade school age. He is just as heavily parentified as Millie, although from a rather different angle, and the echoes of that abuse (and it is a form of abuse) are loud in Blitz's behavior throughout the series... and it shows up elsewhere, too.
Notably, it shows up in Barbie. I was hesitant to make any sweeping statements on her based on Unhappy Campers alone. One episode where she only appears for a few minutes at the end isn't enough to base major analysis on. But after the most recent short, I feel more comfortable saying that Barbie is very reluctant to take responsibility for her own actions... but all too happy to place blame on Blitz.
If it weren't for this, it would be easy to assume that Blitz probably spent his youth sharing the blame for childhood shenanigans with his twin. But Barbie is never responsible for anything that goes wrong, and Blitz? Blitz is always responsible for anything that goes wrong, in perception if not always in fact.
There's a lot we still don't know about the Buckzo family and how Barbie fit into the circus trio dynamic with Blitz and Fizzarolli. But I would wager that Blitz, who was very clearly The Idea Guy even as a kid, was the one taking the heat every time the circus trio got into some kind of trouble as children. That's a bit speculative, of course, but there's a very strong implication showing in his present-day dynamics with his loved ones that he has a history of being the one falling on the sword, taking the blame whenever anything bad happens.
But here's the thing: when Blitz was a kid, even if he was the one with all the fun, crazy ideas, he wasn't actually responsible for his sister's actions, or his friend's, even if he was likely punished as though he were. And when it comes to the grimoire... well, that wasn't all on him either, was it?
Which brings us back to Satan's court:
This would have been Blitz's final act— one last chance to jump on yet another grenade for the people he loves. He was fully prepared to take all the blame for the whole mess with the grimoire onto his own shoulders to spare his friends and his daughter from sharing in the punishment.
Whether or not an imp having access to a powerful spellbook is actually wrong is a whole other question (I would strongly contend that he and Stolas did nothing wrong and it is the laws of Hell which are wrong), but even with that in mind, it was technically illegal, and it was a crime he and Stolas committed together.
And for what might be the first time, someone who created trouble alongside Blitz stepped up to share the responsibility. Not just share responsibility, but wholly lift it from Blitz's shoulders, even though there was absolutely no obligation to do so.
How long has it been since anyone did this for Blitz? Has anyone ever done this for him? Has anyone ever planted themselves between him and blame or consequences and said "no, I had a share in this too, don't blame him alone" and taken the weight off him?
One of my earliest posts when I first started actively blogging about HB was about how symbolically and emotionally significant it was that Stolas faced the literal fire in Blitz's place, but it's so important that he took the metaphorical heat as well, because Blitz hasn't had anybody willing or able to do that for him in who even knows how long.
ᡴꪫ sum. university still majorly sucks, and spring break is practically over. time to say goodbye to your dad’s best friend, but before you do—you have a jarring confession to make, and it’s definitely not those three words.
wc. 6.4k
warnings. fem! reader, dad's best friend! toji, age gap (reader is over twenty), booty call, unprotected, size kink, praise, fıngering, cunnılingus (toji eating it from the back), degredation, dumbification, toji's very whipped for you, overstim, squırting.
an. this is the last chapter WOOOOO. thank you to everyone who read dbf! toji. may he return somedayy
girl, are you fucking stupid?
a simple question you couldn’t answer as if your life depended on it. if only you knew the deep consequences you’d face by having some careless fun on spring break. oh, but it’s just a one time thing, it’s just a little fling that won’t mean anything once april’s over. you continue to keep reminding yourself that every time you were with him. toji fushiguro—your father’s sleazy best friend, the guy who was about eight years older than your twenty-two year old self, the guy who was shameless, the guy who literally fingered you underneath the table during dinner, same said guy who makes you clean off his fingers with your tongue like the good obedient girl you were.
maybe you are fucking stupid,
spring break was coming to its inevitable end, meaning it’d be the end of your little fling with mr. fushiguro. oh and you did get caught, your father knows— but let’s not focus on that part, let’s focus on the part on how you were questioning yourself. was this love or just a game? surely it couldn’t be love, ew. toji himself said that he can’t stand relationships. you yourself was too busy with being a studious university student to even consider a significant other. so… what exactly was this peculiar feeling? a good description was a weird stir in your stomach, especially whenever he’s lay his eyes on you. alas, maybe instead of love, the feeling was entirely different.
you know what they say about karma though, it always catches up to you in the long run. oops..?
it was about three thirty in the morning. you were tossing and turning in your sleep. birds could just about be heard outside your window, chirping and chirping away. with an exaggerated sigh, you stare into the beige drywall that coats against your ceiling for a long, long time. no matter how much you tried to delay the inevitable—you had to get up, you just had to get it off your chest.
you should probably not keep this yourself..
but you pondered deeply at what his reaction might be— would he feel the same way, or would he hate you and turn a cold eye … ?
just thinking about it for such a long duration of a time made your stomach churn. at the same time though, whenever you thought about toji for too long . . that happened. you’d get aroused, having your pretty little panties in a twist.
you still question just how your father and him even met. a guy like toji isn’t really a guy you’d stumble across everyday. he mentioned to you on how he was gambling at boat races—you believed that, but still, you always did wanna know more about him.
toji was a very private man though, nothing wrong with that.
you couldn’t help but be a little curious about the man you’ve been screwing with for the past thirteen days now. thirteen days felt more like thirteen long consecutive weeks. like most, your break was supposed to only last five days to a week. it only ended up getting extended because of some kind of altercation at your campus. albeit, you didn’t ever want it to end,
but all good things do come to an end, right?
reaching for your phone, you decide to text him— you didn’t exactly expect a reply despite it being so late but still, you unlock your phone before scrolling for his contact..
< 69 Toji Fushiguro 🎥 >
Today 3:27 AM
hi toji.
u up?
• • •
Yo
Yea. Just woke up actually. Why?
lol no reason, i can’t sleep.
i miss u and i need to tell you smth
Oh?
Fuck I miss ya too, girl.
Come over then. you still got my location?
yeah be there in a bit xx
Read 3:29
locking your phone again, you take a quick thorough six minute shower. toji missed you just as much as you missed him— it’s been about a day or two or three that’s passed, of course you two wouldn’t be able to see each other every day.
it was mostly every other day. with spring break coming to a crashing depressing end, this would all be the end of your little spring season fling.
damn.
the drive to toji’s apartment was about maybe nine minutes from you. not exactly far, you’d have him come over to yours but you forgot that your father was literally next door to you. he’s already aware of what was taken place at his own home but again, let’s not focus on that part of the story.
at least not yet.. or ever,
you threw on a simple ample outfit, one of your oversized university hoodies and some leggings. something homely, something comfortable.
the weather was actually pretty decent, a bit humid but not exactly too cold either.
once you arrive at toji’s surprisingly well kept apartment, he met up with you at the door with that same smug grin. “….hey,” is all he says, eyes staring down your body for a while. you take the chance to ogle at him too. even with it being the middle of the night, he still looked handsome. with dark black hair of his a bit ruffled, toji had on nothing but obsidian black colored shorts and a white tee. his muscles, you always did feen over his mammoth-like jacked muscles. he was so toned— a lot taller than you, the epitome of what a real man was. “how was the drive? drive okay?”
“it was okay,” you mutter, stepping into his apartment. he’s holding a half empty can of cheap off brand booze, locking the door behind you as you take in the scenery. you feel a bit of butterflies rummage throughout your tummy as he slings an arm around you. it was like each time you’d meet with him again, he’d get more and more affectionate towards you. facing him, you had a cute abashed smile. “you look sleepy. did i wake you?”
“nah,” he firmly shakes his head, placing his empty can aside. toji takes off the thin coat you wore over your hoodie before hanging it up on the nearby rack for you. “i was ‘bout ‘ta get ready for work but then ya texted me.”
work.
toji never did tell you what he does for a living.
your eyebrows slightly raise. “wha— why? i can wait, just go to work.”
“dollface, really. it’s fine,” he chuckles, his voice a rough low. he leads you towards his bedroom, the bed wasn’t made up although it smelled a lot like him in here. a cheap musk of cologne fills through your nose as you sit down on his bed beside him. toji stretches, the veins in his forearms exposing ever so slightly and it’s so hot. “besides, didn’t feel like clockin’ in anyway. still gotta finish my taxes.”
“oh,” you mumble, completely lost in his gaze as he continues to speak. toji notices you staring and he smirks.
playfully, he pokes at your forehead, a teasing flick with two fingers to snap you out of whatever trance you were in. “. . soooooooo,” toji hums in a raspy pitched tone. his fingers that went against your skin was abnormally warm. “what did you wanna talk ‘ta me about?”
right, that..
suddenly, you felt your thighs squeeze together. toji’s staring at you, awaiting for a response and whilst you smother your glossed lips together, you rub the back of your neck. “oh, it can wait. it’s not that important,” damn, if looks could kill, you’d be screwed. dark green irises focus on your lips, then your eyes before back towards your pursed up lips. toji was quite familiar with your awkward body language, you lean up close to him before dragging a finger down his chest. so sensually, “like i said though, i missed you toji. i go back home tomorrow.”
“you’re lying, doll,” he whispers, letting your finger run down the middle part of his chest. a few bristles of chest hair pokes through his white tank before he raises a brow. “but fine,” and he grabs you to sit right on his lap. instinctively, your arms wrap around his broad neck. the closer you got, the more you got a good whiff of him. his cologne was so strong, it made you dizzy. “i missed ya more. and that’s right, y’er spring break’s ‘bout to end,” and you almost moan at feeling his clammy hands squeeze against your thighs. “excited to go back?”
“no,” you grumble, a grouse hiding underneath your tone. he slyly smiles, a thumb skimming against your skin. “i don’t wanna leave yet.”
“well girl then jus’ stay,” he rolls his eyes, forever a sassy, sassy man. “and, i find it kinda amusing. the whole point of your spring break was to visit your father ‘n you basically spent it all with me,” and his eyes run down your body, pulling you up close to kiss the outside of your neck. “ain’t complainin’ though.”
you pout, he had a point. “i can’t stay, my campus is like five hours away,” and you moan a bit from the softness of his lips meeting against your tender skin. “maybe.. you could visit me though.”
“eh. we’ll see.”
moments pass before you find yourself making out with toji. it lasts for a good while, ten precise minutes exactly. his hands free-for-all all over your body, the warmth of his hot breath goes against yours. the bitter taste of rich booze lingers on his breath, it’s chemically and it almost burns, yet it’s addictive. toji’s taste alone was addictive. you moan, feeling him ghost a big hand between your thighs to locate your arising heat. your leggings could only conceal your arousal for so long. his eyes were barely open, half-lidded as another hand travels up your hoodie. stubby fingers of his drag against your skin in such a way that you couldn’t help but grind against his lap.
toji grunts, deepening the passionate kiss—his tongue was so sweet, occasionally sucking against yours. perhaps he did miss you more than you missed him. with his head slightly cocked back to a certain angle, you start to hear and feel your own breaths shudder.
everything was going so fast yet slow, he parts his lips a bit further before you feel a hand of his reach all the way down between your legs. after a while of mashing teeth and sucking against tongues together, he pulls away. “y’er still as nasty as i remember. walkin’ around with no fuckin’ panties, huh?”
“nasty for you,” you whine, feeling his rough hands tug all over your body. swiftly, a hand snakes underneath your thighs. he runs a single thumb down your soaked slit and he guffaws. with a sly grin, he leans in to kiss more against your neck. so tender, he knew all the right spots to make you whimper out and squirm. his balmy hot breath resuming to collide against your skin made you bite your lip, an arm still throwing around his neck. “you don’t like me wearing panties anyway.”
“well yeah,” he sneers, his touch going further against your pre-soaked clit. you were already a bit drenched and he hums. “i steal them from ya regardless. my ‘lil souvenir. besides, what’s the point of wearin’ those things when y’er always this fuckin’ soaked.”
you moan, feeling him insert a single finger inside. his fingers were always so thick, stretching you out probably even better than his dick ever could. almost as if your entrance was elastic with how good it stretches. it’s his middle finger, then it sporadically turns into two— two thickset fingers prodding inside your slick heat.
you coat his digits so well with your syrupy arousal, he glances at you with a simper as you clamp around them both at once. “you get more nastier for me every time,” he murmurs, slowly swirling his fingers inside you. you’re clinging onto his neck tightly, feeling that strain in your lungs drag out as you pant. “drivin’ around this wet, girl i ‘oughta spank ya.”
“do it then.”
he glares at you before you gasp. toji lightly shoves you into the bed and you flop down, uttering out a soft ‘oof.’ landing on the sound mounds of your chest, he yanks down your leggings fully before meanly kissing the right cheek of your ass with his palm. “do it then,” he mocks you, pitching his naturally gruff tone to your own. “shut the fuck up,” and the sting feels good, his fingers were now out of you and again, you pout. clamping around nothing now, you were quite really just arched over his bare knee. “have ya been touchin’ y’erself lately? tell me.”
“no,” you lie, and that earns another spank— you moan out, the feeling of his palm was so hot at first touch. quite literally, the sting made you twinge before you grip onto his bulky thighs. “haven’t touched myself, swear.”
“oh bye, don’t bullshit me, sweetheart,” toji mutters, and you’re just dangling over his knee.
occasionally, the coolish air against his room would waft right against your skin. “known ya for a good what, two weeks? i can tell y’er lying,” and the way his voice pitches— it’s so rough, gravelly.
the baritone in his voice never fails to make you wet, so deep. you didn’t really know a good way to describe toji’s voice, all you knew was that it was raspy as hell. heavily and utterly raspy to the point where even him whispering against your ear was enough to have you drenched. “don’t like ya touchin’ her when ‘m not around,” he clicks his tongue, caressing your bare stinging ass. you’re panting, aching for him to just hurry up, to do something. toji cackles, noticing from how impatient you were simply from your body language. “aw. am i talkin’ too much for the pretty girl? you bein’ over my knee not enough to satisfy ya?”
you sigh, wriggling your ass a bit and he spanks it again just to watch the recoil bounce against your skin.
“t— tojiiii. just fuck me already.” you grumble, you didn’t really care how whiny you sounded.
it was late at night and you were horny. that was for sure pretty much all you knew. besides, despite it being about two to three days since you last saw him, yeah.. maybe that wasn’t even long of an absence— but you did kind of miss toji.
more importantly, you missed his little friend between his legs.
“i’ll fuck ya when i wanna,” he gruffs. you whine once he sprawls your legs open a bit more. toji stares at your ass, spreading them to see your sloppy cunt opening for him. a sweet little meet and greet. so wet, you’re still laid over his lap before he leans down. “shh. listen to her,” is all he says. whilst he’s inching his face closer, two exact seconds later you feel toji’s saliva trickle into your pulsating entrance. oh. he spat on your pussy, he was quite direct with it too. he then gathers a long stringy wad of gossamer-like spit before spitting it right between your swollen folds. you bite your lip hard, forgetting how much of a nasty man he was. “yeah she’s missed the fuck outta me.”
toji was purely fluent in pussy talk. it was common for him. he’d always refuse to your cunt as ‘she’ as if she had a name or something.
no shame, shameless— toji brings a thumb towards your clit, rubbing against it just so you could hear the squelches you made yourself.
“you used a toy, baby?” he hums, sliding his tongue against his lips, against the scar that slants against his skin oh-so-sexily..
“y-yeah,” you whimper, the coldness of his saliva making you shudder within his hold. your breathing became more rapid as you tighten the hold on his legs. “magic wand. i jus’ wanted to try it.”
“tch… magic fuckin’ wand,” he snarls, actually sounding quite offended.
continuing to drag and skim his fat thumb down your slit, you mewl out. you’re effortlessly soaking his single slender digit with such sheeny amounts of your sweet. “bet ya didn’t even know what the fuck you were doin.’ how long it take ‘ta make you finish?”
you’re panting now, trying to recall your lewd moments with your sweet beloved hitachi, it was expensive too.
you bought it from some shady link online, one of your friends recommended it to you so you shrugged it off, saying why not. besides, you hardly ever have time to play with yourself anyway. even more now that you had toji.
“like … maybe thirty minutes.” you exhale deeply, the fast paced strokes of his fingers making your eyes almost roll back. so so good, all he was really doing was skimming his fingers against your sopping wet entrance— barely even doing anything, yet you were still a mess.
toji chuckles, making you get off his lap before laying you face first on the mattress. he grabs your waist, pulling your ass upward to stick out before he gets up close for a nice direct view. “aw. thirty minutes? thirty minutes when it can only take me five with my tongue?”
“f-fuckkk.” you start to babble, his warm breath fanning all against your exposed cunt.
it cools against your skin, sending each nerve that resides inside of your entrance to spiral uncontrollably. toji had you arched all over, arched over like some slut.
to be fair, if the shoe fits you might as well wear it.
“dunno if ya deserve to be eaten out,” he speaks in a low undertone. your dilated pupils roll way back at his simple touch.
he teasingly brings his tongue towards your pussy, it’s retting, sloppily so. toji drags two fingers and you eagerly coat his digits with such salaciously, lewd arousal. “mhm. look at that, fuckin’ drenched. my favorite waterpark,” and he spits against your folds once more before snickering darkly. “jus’ thinkin’ you used those useless hands on this pretty pussy makes me ill.”
oh, you’re about to lose it..
he was stalling, more talking and less eating.
instead, it should have been vice versa.
you’re a mover, writhing in his lap, still hunched over with a cute arch before he spanks your ass.
“little girl, cut that shit out,” he grunts and abruptly, you feel the coldness of his flat tongue finally lap against your pussy.
immensely, your mouth forms into an ‘o’. if it was anything toji fushiguro knew how to do well, it was that he knew how to eat.
he ate you out like it was the end of the fucking world, as if your pussy was the only food remaining left in stock.
you gnaw on your bottom lip further, gasping once he wastes no time to dig in.
. . slow slow sluuuurps,
he makes sure you hear how wet you were on his mouth. just downright filthy, his tongue lays itself flat before he nibbles all against your throbbing clit.
“o-oh my god, toji, hngh,” you’d babble out in pathetic sweet sobs. with his tongue scrapping against your entrance, creating suction with his mouth had you stupid.
as your maw dramatically drops, he’s eating you from the back. there’s a concise dull moment where he pauses. with big two rough hands, he spreads your ass open fully. “f-fuuuck.” you moan, feeling him blow his warm breath all against your puffed folds.
from behind, you hear his sexy low titter before he resumes—yet this time, he lolls his pink tongue all the way out, so fucking long..
and as he does, he licks from the very bottom of your cunt until he’s reaching near your puckering hole— he’s never acknowledged that spot before, your ass.
your eyes widen, a clamoring gasp exits from your lips before he spits against it, lathering his tongue everywhere. he likes it wet, more importantly though, he likes it nasty.
“arch that back more for me, bend girl, bend,” he coos in a muffled tone— purely speaking with his mouth full. his stubble tickles against your pussy and your back voluntarily moves itself forward. a curve, he found it so appealing,
so . . amusing.
“there mphm we go baby, good girl. keep that head on the bed. ‘m fuckin’ starved.”
you’re clinging tight onto one of toji’s satin covered pillows, feeling his tongue roam everywhere. it knew no bounds. your heart starts to race at a more rapid speed the second he sneakily dips his tongue back into your needy clit.
he passionately sucks against the clitoral hood before using a hand to smack your ass every single time you squirm.
after about probably the nth time of his lewd escapades with his tongue, he starts to prod his calloused fingertips near your entrance once more. his fingers featuring his tongue, oh you were really no match.
“imgonnacumimgonnacumimgonna—”
“mhm, bet ya are,” he rasps, a deep chuckle dragging out of his throat.
the way your body responds to him was so cute. “keep that ass up ‘n y’er face down,” he orders, earning another vicious smack on the rear from him. you’re moaning, feeling yourself start to spasm. toji occasionally breaks his lips away to kiss near your ankle, your thighs, anywhere but your cunt and he knows how much you hated that.
the teasing— he’d purposely stop just to move his lips elsewhere, watching you fidget in such obscene anticipation. “don’t fuckin’ cum yet.”
“but—”
“but shit. you heard me,” he groans, bringing his mouth back towards between your legs. you whine, feeling him roll out his tongue before slurping up such a good amount of your syrupy taste.
with your toes curling, stomach seizing, you couldn’t stop shaking.
so damn good, his buttony nose rubs against your folds and it tickles for a split second. the stimulation has your mind going for a loop, you even slip your hands underneath your sweatshirt just to touch on your sensitive perky nipples. “wait for me. hold it, yeah.”
but of course, you didn’t listen,
your body had other plans.
it was inevitable, your orgasm ignored toji anyway, you’re ponderously throbbing.
the pulse between your thighs only grow more briskly before you realize you’re drooling all over his bedsheets.
oh, the feeling felt so delicious, your jaw remains open and you feel so much pressure. so much, his tongue still grazes against your slit before you shriek out, gasping for whatever air was left. it was quick, very very quick.
it’s speed..
it’s tempo was like lightning speed—a bolt that flashes within a blink of an eye, concentric circles steadily building up within your lower abdomen pooling up with heat before it just snaps,
you came.
“o-oh fuck, f-fuuuck, toji,”
suddenly, the room grows quiet. you knew toji didn’t like for you to finish early—especially finishing after he tells you to wait, but oh well.
you couldn’t help it, and the orgasm he just gave you was so good, mouth watering. with weak legs that could barely stand up it’s on own, you inhale a single sharp breath before you’re flipped over quickly.
“the fuck did i just tell you?”
“s-sorry,” you giggle, sprawled all on his bed. your eyes immediately meet the gaze of his shorts, they were half on. he’s got a bulge going on, a hard one at that. his black boxers briefly stick out and it’s so attractive—you catch a glimpse of his happy trail from his tank top that was pulled up just a bit, exposing a bit of his skin. sharp v-line, slim snatched waist.
slut..
god, he was so jacked. the more you stare at his sculptured body, the more you fantasized about how he could just toss you around the—
“oh, is somethin’ funny to you?” he utters lowly, and his tone— he sounds ticked off, he’s barely even raising his tone, projecting it but you still hear the slight rasp to it. you just got even more soaked. “was gonna let ya ride me but i don’t wanna stare at a brat right now.”
“h-huh?” you reply, and then your face was met against the plush mattress again.
you lewdly mewl out a whimper once he spanks your ass, a hand grabbing onto your hip.
“don’t act like ya can’t here me, girl. bring that ass up a bit more,” and you gasp, feeling him drag your hips a bit closer towards his slim waist. “yeah.” he breathes, having a gentle yet firm grip on you.
rough coarse fingertips glide up against your own hips as you feel him take a second to align himself. fuck, you missed this.
you missed him.
in the midst of toji already pulling down his shorts and boxers— he then grabs ahold of his thick cock, giving it a few solid strokes.
he was so hard, leaky tip glistening with pre that he wished he made you lick the top off.
but it was far too late, he just wanted to be inside, just as much as you wanted him inside. the crown of his cock was so fat, even with toji being slow to ease himself inside, he’s still practically splitting you open.
“shit, i missed this,” he grunts in a hoarse tone whilst he’s going inside you.
“f-fuck,” you bawl up the creamy white sheets into your fists.
you almost forgot just how big he was, despite it only being a good three days without feeling him stretch you out.
toji groans, feeling the subtle tightness of your walls adjust to him like always— it usually lasts a second or two. he’s furthering himself in, already about to bottom out.
he’s already niiice and snug. a perfect fit,
every. single. time.
toji rarely does doggy with you because he prefers staring at your face— solely to make fun of your little facial expressions. but whenever you were bent over for him on all fours, it was simply an experience you never wanted to end. “oh fuck m-me,” you croak, feeling him yank harshly against the hood of your hoodie. you bump back against him and that’s when he unhurriedly starts to create an unkempt, sloppy pace.
it was rhythmic, he starts off slow before strenuously pounding into you.
churning up your sweet savory insides like butter, you clamp around him so good that it makes his abs tense up. “mhm,” he tugs tighter against the fabric that was thrown over you from the torso up. dark eyes of his flicker toward your ass, each time he moves, your ass moves.
in full compatibility, the sheer skin slaps was brutal. your head was spinning like a merri-go-‘round, strained inhales pulling your heaving lungs every few milliseconds. “. . girl,” toji groans, and you moan once he gives your ass a spank again for probably the umpteenth time today. his voice, every syllable he drags out in that deep hoarsely voice of his had you so soaked. “fuck back against me, c’mon. ‘s a two way street, baby.”
“y-you’re so fuckin’ big though,” you whine, pawing into the soft cushions of his comforter.
“awww,” he utters in a faux, sympathetic tone.
he leans against you, so close to where he’s basically in prone bone— no more doggy.
he’s so deep that the tip of his dick prods all against your secluded g-spot. toji’s hefty weight hovers against your bare ass and you moan melodically. “i’m big, yeah?” and a colossal, veiny hand of his wraps around your throat. gentle, barely any pressure but a good amount to make you whine again. “but y’er doin’ so good, was jus’ about to praise you but you don’t want praises, huh,” and you’re falling in love time and time again with his sensual yet reckless rhythm. the way the bed rocks and shakes in harmony, you’re at a lost of words.
speechless, breathless, every -less word by this point.
he was hitting you so deep, every angle.
so thorough,
his hips were sharp— your moans grow louder the moment he gets right up against you, a hand gripping into your hair rigidly. mercilessly, a hand lightly digs into your scalp as he’s holding your head up. toji’s damn near balls deep now, making sure you feel every consecutive thrust. “some nerve, textin’ me at three am just to fuck this sloppy cunt,” and his hot breath fans against your neck. you whine once you feel his tongue slide against your sensitive collarbone. so deep—you were sure he’s just jackhammering his cock into you by this point. each movement was pivotal, he was precise with the way his hips snapped against you. whiplash got you good, you’re currently just a babbling mess listening to his crude words. “but i bet ‘s more than that, yeah? you wanted to tell me somethin’ so just tell me.”
“n-not yet,” a sweet moan dies out your throat.
toji rolls his eyes— this girl, he’s thinking in his head. you were testing his patience, a stubborn little thing. one of the many things he’s liked about you. “fuck, h-harder toji. harder.”
“sloooow? i can do slow,” he replies in a deriding tone, and his deep thrusts turn into satirical unserious, slow pumps. you whine, he lets go of your hair and you just plop down on your chest. he knew what you wanted, he knew how you liked to be fucked, and yet he was just being a tease.
toji fucking fushiguro for you.
he’s always been rough with you, treating you like nothing more than a mere rag doll at times. there’s been sweet affectionate moments too, rarely, but it has its moments.
toji’s infatuation with you only grows, the more he spends time with you the more he even starts to question himself.
you’ve got him whipped.. precisely with your pussy, yes, but whipped in another way completely. he didn’t know how to describe it, mainly because it was nothing to describe,
indescribable.
he couldn’t put anything to words—especially whenever he was deep in your guts, mashing your cunt around with his cock like homemade dough. kneading it with his tip,
stretch, mold, ply, repeat..
he’s doing all that with his dick. he sucks his teeth, a tsk escapes from his mouth before he spanks your ass— bringing you right back to reality.
“fuckin’ gonna milk the shit out of me,” he groans, his hips all sloppy and vigorous.
toji’s so close to you that by now, he brings a foot up to press against the back of your neck. you gasp, really feeling just how deep he was inside your cunt.
the wool of his sock presses against your neck as your face was smushed against the satiny sheets. “mhm, that’s it girl, take it. take that shit. milk my fuckin’ cock, fuuuck.”
his groans get louder, you’re so wet it’s ludicrously sloshing against him and you’re all doe-eyed and dumb.
emphasis on dumb, not a single thought was embedded into your brain.
as his hips keenly buck against you, you’re breathing shallowly, trying to keep a good momentum against him before you whine.
you were close again, yet this time— something else was approaching,
something more . . provocative.
your legs shake and shake, your jaw aches from how much your teeth is shattering amongst each other before you feel him grab onto your wrist.
he pins it behind your back whilst he’s still fucking you raw.
broad, clammy hands of his roam down your voluptuous body, taking in to snag a feel of your curves, your pretty physique, everything..
beads of sweat droplets start to race down the sides of toji’s naturally dark brows— he huffs and puffs, the girth of his dick only stretching out inside of you even further.
you’re a babbling mess, the arch in your back was so cute that it makes him throb. you feel the throb that lingers from his dick, it pulsates at such a meteoric pace that it has you pulsing in response.
“where do ya want it,” he grumbles with a soft vexing pout on his lips. toji was trying his best to maintain composure—but he was flustered, the more he leers down your back, down your pretty structured spine, the more he’s starting to adapt this unexplainable feeling. “best fuckin’ tell m—”
“inside,” you purr out, your voice all strained and a raucous from the immense amounts of moans that left your throat. “i-inside, wanna feel you again, ‘n again, ‘again..”
toji snickers, swiping a tongue against his lips before he slows himself down for you to adjust.
you’re preparing to finish with him— he coos right up against your ear, sticking two fingers in your mouth. “finish with me, princess. ‘m givin’ you this one chance,” and he deepens his voice all the way down, balls so deep inside that you feel a faint gape stretch you whole.
you’re compressing him down tight with your gummy walls before you feel the slimy friction of pure sweat sticking against your own skin. “you gonna be a good girl ‘n cum on my cock? or a bad girl who’s not even listenin’ to a damn thing ‘m saying.. ?”
“c-cum, toji, mphm,” you choke out a sweet desperate wail, feeling one of his bulky arms wrap around your torso. “wanna cum.”
as you spoke, your words were merely muffled from his thick digits shoving inside of your sloppy, needy mouth. his warmth, once it skids against your skin, it never ever leaves.
you think you’re about to cum but instead, you gush out.
violently, electricity courses through your veins. vibration after vibration pulses throughout your body and you’re hysterical,
it’s so abrupt, so intense..
you’re squirting, coating his dick with your honeydew arousal from the base down.
he chuckles at your body’s initial response, how you’re finding it impossible to stay still. you’re clenching around his shaft still, mouth all open, eyes wide as big as restaurant saucers.
swooning, you’re swooning from his length and that’s when you whimper once he groans right in your ear.
the raspiness, it’s got you drenched— drenched like a faucet, the sensation was beyond pleasurable.
toji ends up following seconds after, it hits him harder. like a truck, it comes at full speed before you’re met with such absurd milky ropes of his seed. it shoots out quick, but it’s thick. you get quiet, hearing the sloshing spurts trickle its way inside of you. “f-fuck,” he stutters, a shaky breath following as he slides his fingers out of your mouth. a trailing glimmering cobweb of your own spit drags from his two fingers as he’s dumping knots and knots of cum into your sweet, starving cunt. “saved so much f’r you, feel it deep ‘n y’er womb, doll?”
“y-yes.” you swallow, a multitude of moans emit from you before he slowly pulls out.
oh, the sight of it all. one of toji’s favorite parts was to simply gawk at the mess he created, taking in the mess he made you.
a messy girl.
the messiest, your chest feels tight and you’re heaving.
he licks his lips, staring at your ass with hazy eyes. his own cum oozes out of your hole and he just wants to lick it, plug it back into you and give you another thick load.
that’ll come soon enough— as much as he had stamina equivalent to a near stallion, he needed a little break. his chest felt like it was about to explode.
“fuck,” he collapses against his side of the bed, reaching towards his thigh to scratch it.
as if on instinct, you crawl towards him, an arm wraps around you and he pulls you closer. your head presses against his chest. you hear his rapid heart beat and he murmurs out a husky, “good girl,” and he leans in to kiss the crown of your head. “gimme a minute though. ‘m not as young as i used to be, y’know.”
you giggle, a simper stretching across your face as the time passes.
instantaneously, it gets quiet for a moment before you suddenly remember why you even came here . . for one last time.
“toji,” you utter, attempting to catch your breath.
you were still heaving with lungs full of build up oxygen, panting a bit before he glances down at you with that unreadable, naturally stern expression.
a hand of yours strums down his pecs seductively, playing with the curly chest hair that remains stuck against his skin. “i’ll um . . tell you what i wanted to say earlier.”
“let me go first.”
with your eyebrows slightly furrowing, you glance up at him and he stares up at the ceiling before back at you. “about a week back, at y’er dad’s place, i told ya i loved you,” and his breath hitches for a moment— even saying something as sentimental as that made him cringe.
you figure he was being serious though because his sudden eye contact never left yours. “you never gave me an answer back.”
“. . . oh,” you sheepishly say, remembering the exact encounter he was referring to. you then lean up to toji, gingerly planting your lips against the right side of his mouth where his tender scar resides. “you didn’t hear me? i said i love you too, toji.”
his chest feels all warm and mushy, you love him?
“you do?” he replies, being taken aback. this entire situation was messy as is, but again, they do say the heart knows what it wants.
you nod, repeating yourself before pulling him into a quick three second kiss. “i love you, toji.”
. . .
. . . is what he thought you was gonna say.
far from it actually, you’re sat in the passenger seat of toji’s car before you lightly tap him on the shoulder. he’s parked, slouched back against his seat before he snaps out of his erotic phantasm. he was dropping you off back home,
oh right.
home.
“toji? did you even hear a word i just said?”
“huh? yeah, you said you loved me too.”
“no … i didn’t. what?” you scrunch up your face, the most perplexed expression of all.
that was nothing you said, with a sheepish expression, you mutter out the words he’d never thought he’d hear you say. “toji, i said i’m pregnant.”
"Shovel talks" (someone threatening to hurt the significant other of a loved one of if the SO treats the loved one poorly) are very, VERY hit-or-miss for me in fiction. They very often miss their targets (humour) and hit personal pet peeves of mine instead.
Of course, I've found plenty of various shovel talks to be IN-CHARACTER in many situations. There are plenty of characters who WOULD threaten someone they pretty much just met with violence or other harm, for many reasons, so I'm not saying a shovel talk happening in the first place is ever 100% unrealistic. It all depends on the character and situation. Obviously. Some people would do that, yeah.
But I have seen a LOT of shovel talks that felt incredibly Out-Of-Character! Just because I do believe a character WOULD genuinely commit harm for a loved one doesn't mean I believe they'd ever say that outright to anyone. Some characters are too outwardly polite or reserved or too sneaky to give advanced warning or whatever! They Would Not Fucking Say That. At the very least, very often, They Would Not Fucking Say It Like That. You know?
And I personally really do not like the idea of shovel talks in real life. I think they're pretty much always incredibly weird and rude and unreasonable and inappropriate. Suddenly threatening violence or harm against another person is very serious and scary. Even intended as a joke, I think it can be in poor taste. I think it's bad to go behind a loved one's back and interfere with their relationship like that. In real life, threatening to "bury" someone if they "ever hurt" their partner is pretty unhinged, immature behaviour, and is likely to permanently damage all of the relationships involved here. If someone had threatened to "bury" me, even in a joking way, I don't think I'd be fully comfortable around them for a very long time if ever.
So, yeah, in fiction, if this is happening between characters who live with a lot of violence? Who may have, in fact, actively tried to kill each other before? Who are not particular stable people? Sure! It probably tracks! In any more "ordinary" situation? Weird! Weird behaviour! What the hell! And weird behaviour in fiction can be FUN, but that still doesn't make it not weird!
I think what I'd like to see is more shovel talks backfiring badly and causing more problems. A LOT of relationships in real life seem to break down due to overbearing behaviour or unwarranted hostility from in-laws, so I'd like to see that dynamic better reflected in fiction. An intimidating shovel talk given to someone with low confidence sounds like it could be off-putting and upsetting to the point of devastating for that person. In some situations, some characters wouldn't just brush invasive threats off as a silly joke; there would be consequences!
