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I am Maram, a second-year student majoring in Information Technology. I never imagined myself in a position where I would have to ask for help, but circumstances are stronger than us, and I have no other choice but to speak up.

My father is a hardworking man who sacrificed his life to provide us with a decent one. But after the war, we lost everything. Our home was destroyed, and we were forced to leave behind all our memories and become displaced. My father tried every possible way to raise funds so we could survive, but every time, his account would get banned or shut down for no reason—it's as if even the right to ask for help is forbidden to us! Every time we find a glimmer of hope, it is quickly taken away.

On top of all this, my father suffers from severe back pain due to spinal disc issues and is still undergoing treatment. Yet, he endures the pain and does everything he can to provide us with a stable life. But the truth? Things are harder than anyone can imagine!

Housing has become a heavy burden, prices are skyrocketing, rent keeps increasing every month, and we have no stable source of income. The economic situation is suffocating, and everything has become so expensive that even basic necessities feel like luxuries! My father carries all these burdens on top of his physical and emotional suffering, and I can't just stand by and watch.

That’s why I decided to create this account myself and try to help him, even in the smallest way. If you are reading this now, I am not just asking for support—I am asking for a chance to save my family from falling apart and to give my father a bit of relief after everything he has been through. Every contribution, no matter how small, helps us stand on our feet again. 💙

Please help us continue our journey. 🙏

My father's Tumblr account was verified by several people

https://gofund.me/abbc2759

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may this week feel light on your shoulders and kind to your heart ❤︎

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Unexpected resident evil Yuri

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YURI 🔛🔝

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They get along just fine :)

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RELATIONSHIPS: What comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned?

For some of you, this is referring to future energies. The reading was meant to be about the general public instead of romantic interests, so I encourage you to ask the question with this in mind. The piles also feel quite specific and they have some similarities. So I'm not sure how many of you will find this resonating. I hope there are messages for you, regardless! ❤️

There are three (3) extra sections in the extended version on my Patreon, covering specific messages about your friends and family, coworkers and acquaintances, and strangers. There are other 100+ fun and juicy readings on Patreon so definitely check it out! ✨

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Instructions: Focus on the topic and ask yourself the question. Choose a number/picture that you feel the most drawn to or that you can’t stop looking at. Trust your intuition. May the message resonate. Let me know which pile you choose! Feedback is appreciated!

PILE 1

What comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned: Gemini [Cross-Pollinate, 3]. Avenger. The Hound and Pear [Loyalty, XXIII]. Trust. Passion Rx. Fish [34].  

Context: 6 of Wands, Page of Swords.  

I think your reputation precedes you a little, in the sense that distant people may have heard of you before they actually come into contact with you, either in person or online. What comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned has something to do with the ideas you spread. People also think about the conversations they’ve heard about you; the conversations that started because of your words and actions; the talks, gossip, and news people spread about you.

For some of you, if you are a public speaker or just someone who shares your thoughts with others, people could repeat what you say a lot, and these things get passed on from one person to another person like quotes or sayings. If you are a writer, your writings may be shared from one person to another person. So when your name is mentioned, these quotes, ideas, and opinions come to people’s minds because other people repeat them. Other people may also add their thoughts to it, so it becomes another conversation, and another, and another — but it’s related to what your existence, your name, your actions, and your words have brought up.

It’s also possible that your name reminds people of that act itself. Since it feels like people gather around and talk and spread something related to you, people are reminded of this social interaction when your name is mentioned. You may also be known as someone who fights for justice, calls out bad behaviour, stands for the right things, or corrects the wrongs in your environment. Some of you may have done this sneakily, filed a report without anyone finding out at first, acted as a whistle-blower, got information about certain things, etc.

For many of you, there’s a name attached to your identity since this topic talks about when your name is mentioned, but whether you do this anonymously or not, people see you as someone who does what is necessary, someone who risks doing the difficult thing for the sake of justice and morality, someone who wants to balance something out in your environment. For some of you, it’s giving the “robin hood” vibe; your behaviour may not be seen as one hundred percent palatable or nice, you could be breaking some norms here, but it is seen as necessary by people. If you are not doing anything specific like that, this could be talking about your way of life, something about you feels socially loyal and connected, but not afraid to break norms for the right reasons.

What comes to people’s minds is the understanding that you do those things and live like this not only for yourself, but because you’re loyal to your moral values, principles, and other people (e.g. your community, the oppressed, people who were wronged, people who are in the same position as you). It’s interesting because I think a lot of people could have misunderstood you at first, or they might have misunderstood you and then realised that they got it completely wrong — what they thought you were was actually the opposite of who you are. We have a lot of “twins” imagery here and “The Hound” card talks about how the dog was killed by the owner after the owner found the dog with its mouth bloody and red. The owner thought that the dog had hurt his son, but the blood in the dog’s mouth was actually from a snake that the dog had killed (before the snake could hurt the child).

So you could be doing something good, but people misunderstood you, and they later realised that you were right all along, that you were on the right side, that you are kinder and more loyal than they thought you were. Other people could also be hearing about this misunderstanding, so when your name is mentioned, people are reminded of this whole thing. People trust you. They think you are trustworthy. Some of them think that they should have had more trust in you; it’s just that the situation might have been a bit risky and blurry, and they weren’t brave enough to choose your side because they didn’t know where you were going. When your name is mentioned, they are reminded of this feeling. People believe that you are on their side, and that they can actually rely on you, that they can trust you to care about other people too, that they don’t have to worry about you betraying them.  

Some people may also see similarities in you. So when your name is mentioned, they are reminded of their own qualities that they see in you. Maybe you guys share similar stories, struggles, passions, paths, hobbies, morals, social circles, etc. So people think of these things when your name is mentioned. I’m really getting a sense of solidarity. People feel this feeling when your name is mentioned. People who feel supported by you want to support you in return, so when your name is mentioned, they could spread good words about you (and if they’ve misunderstood you before, they may also talk about this and admit to their misunderstanding). When your name is mentioned, people’s passion get revitalised. Some of these people may have felt like they were abandoned, they may have lost their faith, and you kinda revitalised their hope back again. So among this group of people, you inspire people, spread ideas that they agree with and can pass on.

For other people though, there’s something about you that makes people feel a bit… disgruntled. It’s not the fact that you do all of those things. I think this disgruntlement has more to do with how other people react to you. So there’s a group of people who don’t quite like how you are being celebrated, how you are seen, how you are being received, etc. I’m not sure what you are doing here, but this group of people may feel a bit discouraged, unsatisfied, and wondering if they can get their share, wondering if they can continue doing what they love like before. It’s not that they hate you as a person, I’m not feeling strong hatred here. But maybe they compare themselves to you. Maybe they feel like you have all the good things and they have scraps.

If you are doing something creative, intellectual, impactful, significant, or something that rocks the boat, people could wonder about their own fates after your impact. They could wonder about themselves and what they are doing in their lives. It’s like they see you doing something in your life, spreading important information and ideas, standing for something worthwhile and righteous, and then they look at themselves and find their own lives kinda boring. So your name reminds them of these things.

For some of you, you cause creative blocks in other people. The more your name is mentioned, the more blocked they feel. Some people may think that you are being too righteous about your moral values and worldview; when they hear or see your name, they may feel like they’re being judged by you. But I think this is just them lashing out because they feel bad about themselves. It’s not because they truly hate your moral stance. I don’t know, I feel like you can indirectly make people feel bad about what they’re doing or not doing in their lives.

People think about your blessings when your name is mentioned. They think about your money, and the wealth that is coming towards you. We got 6 of Wands and Page of Swords; I feel like either you have done something that attracts attention and social approval, or you as a person attracts attention and approval. There are a lot of talks around you. The attention is on you. When your name is mentioned, people may get zoned in, pay their utmost attention to the conversation, and want to add to the conversation. When your name is mentioned, other people think about this behaviour. They think about the people who admire you, look up to you, celebrate you, support you, spread your ideas. They think about how much support you have. Some people may also believe that you are set for more financial opportunities because of this, you have wealth coming your way. When your name is mentioned, people think about your success, your triumph over your competitors, your opinions, your intelligence, the way you bring material opportunities your way.

I feel like your whole reading is addressing energies at your workplace or social group. Your name may remind people of your win and other people’s losses. Some people could believe that your victory happens at the expense of some other people, or your victory comes with other types of stress and uncomfortable adjustments, and so people are reminded of these when your name is mentioned. Despite the whole gossip vibe, I don’t think people spread false information about you. It is possible that the news may be exaggerated a little or a little embellished though. For example, if you are seen as someone who speaks up against injustice, people may exaggerate and say that you completely obliterate your opponent, or that you are very strict about integrity, moral, or how a community should work — even if you’re actually pretty chill in real life. It doesn’t feel like criticism though.

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PILE 2

What comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned: Vesta [Hearth, 32]. Birds [12]. Liberator Rx. The Boar and Pumpkin [Confidence, XVIII]. Mistaken Identity Rx. Consciousness Rx.   

Context: The Devil, 10 of Wands.   

Looking at the context, this could have something to do with workplace, industry, organisation, business, accreditation, status or position at work, rules and regulations. So what people think about when your name is mentioned may be directly related to your career path, the type of work you have done, what you choose to do in life, where you choose to go in life, the responsibility you choose to carry, the limits you break, the expectation you subvert, the burden you let go. People understand you in this context, or people’s perceptions of you are influenced by this.

When your name is mentioned, people are reminded of how tough and brave you are, how hard you’ve worked, how you have chosen to take a path less travelled, or how you have managed to get yourself out of a burdensome and restrictive system. Some of you may have poured yourself into other people, helped people or sacrificed something for other people. But you’re choosing yourself this time, and so when your name is mentioned, people think about this.

People feel protective of you, honestly. Some people feel this way. They worry about the path you are taking. They find your choice a bit idealistic and unpragmatic. Some people think that you sacrifice yourself too much for other people, or you choose certain things without considering the practical constraints and other challenges. People see you like the general public see Pisces or Neptunian individuals — there’s this dreamy, soft, idealistic vibe about you that make people wonder if you’ll be alright doing what you do. Some people don’t fully understand you and why you do something; you may be quite mysterious, strange, unconventional, or just unpredictable in a mystical kind of way. I don’t think people hate you, they care about you. But because they don’t fully understand you, this may affect how well they can care for you. So your name brings up these confusing feelings, uncertainty, and misunderstandings. People don’t understand your spiritual side, or your spirituality.

This is like you choosing to resign from your corporate job to start being an artist who sells stickers online. Just an example. It befuddles people a little. Whatever it is that you’re choosing here, people think that you are sacrificing something for your ideals or moral values. They wonder if you’re not seeing reality properly. But they also think that you seem very confident about your path, you seem like you know what you are doing and where you are going. Your name reminds them of this. Your name makes people think that you don’t really get affected by other people’s criticisms, doubts, uncertainty. When your name is mentioned, people wonder if you have a direction that you really believe in, or they wonder if you are actually wrong about your direction. You are changing something in your life, shifting the way you do things, focusing on what you want, so people get reminded of this when your name is mentioned.

Other people see it positively though. They think that you have sacrificed enough for other people, and so they approve of you focusing on yourself. When your name is mentioned, they think about your decision to direct your energy back to yourself. They think about how you do this despite other people’s disagreements and doubts. Your name reminds people of your idealism, of how much faith you have in yourself. They think that you are truly a unique individual: you don’t move like other people, you are brave enough to do what you think is good for you. Something about you really stands out to other people. If people misunderstood you before, this situation will solidify their understanding of you. They won’t mistake you for other people, or they will understand that you are not like other people.

Your name makes some people realise things that were hidden to them. Whatever that you are doing here makes people consider what they haven’t considered before. The way you take care of yourself enlightens them about how they can approach their lives as well. People can see how your approach may not sit well with other people, or how other people can misunderstand and misinterpret your decision; this whole situation gives people some food for thought. If you have sacrificed for other people, your decision to focus on yourself also makes people realise how much you have sacrificed. Basically, people either feel uncertain about what you are doing, or they feel calmly accepting of what you are doing. The latter group sees your decision and understand the reason behind it; they think you deserve to focus on your own path. They understand that you have your own unique and individual needs. They may also think that you deserve a break, especially if you have been working hard.

If you have haters though lol, your name may bring up some prejudices they have about you. They could believe that you’re selfish for choosing what you do. They could twist or want to make it seem (in their heads, or to other people) that you are imposing your values and idealism on other people, or that you are using and manipulating people you claim to care about. I’m not getting this energy strongly though, so this prejudice may not be prevalent at all, it could be one or two haters thinking this way. Hearing or seeing your name could remind these haters of their opinions about you: they are reminded of how idealistic they think you are, how you are not seeing things properly, how you have more things to learn. But I’m not getting strong pushback from these people; they don’t come up to you and start shit, mostly because of how confident and certain you seem. Some of your haters may want to influence other people into believing what they believe, but I don’t think it’s working.

I think your name mostly brings up conversations about your decision and path. There’s something that you have chosen here, something you have changed, something you’ve decided to commit to OR stop committing to — and your name brings up this topic. People talk about you, mostly behind your back and in closed groups. Your name reminds people of the news, conversations, gossip that they have heard. Similar to the previous pile, your name could also remind people of these social interactions: people think about how people talk about you or how often people talk about you (i.e. the focus is not necessarily on the content of the gossip itself, but on the fact that there’s gossip). If you have received opportunities or rejected opportunities, your name reminds people of this. People think about how you remain resolute or focused on your ideals and individual path instead of whatever offers that come your way.

For some of you, when your name is mentioned, what comes to people’s minds is your sibling. For others, what comes to people’s minds is what you have said to them — your latest messages to them: your texts, calls, online posts, etc. Your name also reminds people of other people’s protectiveness over you. Some of you are treated as though you are quite sacred, like your inner fire needs to be tended to so you don’t get burned out or lose yourself. Another group of people may think that other people’s protectiveness over you a bit patronising sometimes, because people treat you like you can’t make decisions on your own, like you need to be shielded, or like you are naive and gullible.

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PILE 3

What comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned: South Node [Past, 33]. Gossip. Cleanse. Ring [25]. The Otter and Cattail [Peace, XXXIX]. Authority Figure.    

Context: The Hanged Man Rx, Ace of Pentacles Rx.   

There were a lot of cards that wanted to come out when I shuffled the Archetype Deck, so it is possible that people have a lot of opinions about you, and a lot of different opinions about you. It is also possible that who you are as a person isn’t very clear to people, or you seem to have multiple different traits in your personality. So when your name is mentioned, different aspects of you come to their minds, depending on which part of you that they connect with the most or that brings out reactions in them. But there’s a pattern in the cards here. I think for your reading, a lot of what comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned centers around your spirituality or religion, your worldview, your perspective. This can also be about your philosophy, your values, your mindset, and the changes that you have made in these areas of your life.

The people whose energies coming up strongly in your reading here are probably your coworkers, your classmates, your housemates, your peers, or people who value material life and are more concerned with the tangible: money, material achievement, bills, career, and so on. I’m not looking down on these people, it’s important to care about the material aspect of life. But with Ace of Pentacles in reverse next to the Hanged Man in reverse, there’s something about your spirituality and enlightenment that may be in contrast to people’s ways of living, hence why this part of you stands out to them. I wonder if you have made a personal change that involved shifting the way you looked at things, e.g. getting rid of old beliefs, healing traumas and other setbacks that were caused by your past.  

That’s what comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned. People think about your past, what you have experienced before, your pain and struggles and limitations (especially if these are related to external establishment, like institutional religious beliefs, government and law, cultural and family norms). If you are a part of the LGBT community or any other communities that experience injustice and oppression, this could come to people’s minds when your name is mentioned. It may also be something that people talk about, or speculate.

They could think about the surveillance and limitation you may be under. I feel like it’s something that’s strongly tied to your past though, like your past beliefs or your previous worldviews. People could think and talk about how you have changed. If you haven’t experienced a massive change in your worldview, then this could be talking about your unique worldview. There’s something unconventional about the way you see things (like, you are outside of what’s mainstream) — this is what comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned.

People also think about the healing and cleansing you’ve done, how you handle your past and previous challenges, how you seem to be moving in a more peaceful direction. People think that you are healing, you are still clearing out outdated and harmful ideas so that you can achieve more peace in your life. Some people see that you are someone who does inner work and address your own personal issues. There’s something abstract that you are loyal to here (e.g. values, principles, worldview, belief), and people think that your commitment to healing is due to this loyalty. People think that you are loyal to who you want to be, what kind of life you want to have, etc. So when your name is mentioned, people get an impression of hard-earned peace, hard-earned healing, hard-earned grace.

People also think about your sharpness — you could have a sharp and discerning mind. Your name reminds people of how far and deeply you see things. People think about your ability to understand cycle, repetition, pattern. People think about how you regained influence over your mind, especially if you have been controlled, influenced, or propagandised by external establishments. When your name is mentioned, people think about your government, your superiors, or the people who have (or used to have) control over your life.

For example, if people know about your controlling parents, then they may think about your parents when your name is mentioned. People think about your softness — you seem peaceful and harmonious — but there’s something about your surroundings that feels strict and structured to other people. But despite your softness, people also think that you have stubborn resistance in you that motivates you to break whatever chains that are holding you back.

If you have recently got into a contractual agreement, been offered a contract, rejected a contract — this comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned. Some of you may have got into a relationship, got engaged, married, or have recently got a child. People think about this commitment when your name is mentioned. They think about your partner, especially if they think that your partner is a bit controlling. If you are not in a relationship, then people think about your relationship preference. You may have talked about your beliefs about marriage and long-term commitments, so this comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned. They could think about what type of partner that suits you, or what type of partner that you could be looking for. They speculate and wonder if you are in a relationship, who your partner is, when you are going to be in a relationship, your past relationship, etc.

This could be about romance, but it doesn’t have to be. This could also talk about job contracts. If you haven’t received a contract or got into any agreement, people could also speculate about the possibility of you doing this in the future. People think that this contract can be the key to a better position in life for you. I’m not getting negative energy from this, so I don’t think this contract has anything to do with a lawsuit. It feels more like a commitment than anything else. Overall, like I said, people see you as very committed as a person. They could speculate about the commitments that you have made or haven’t made in your life. The people in this “Gossip” card are looking at the woman who’s wearing the ring. So people don’t just think about your commitments and how committed you are, they talk about it.

I’m not getting a strong positive or negative energy from this. But there could be people who speculate about the commitment(s) that you have, trying to make it seem more negative than it actually is. It’s like you making it known that you are not interested in marriage, and people think and talk about this. Or you making it known that you actually want a marriage and want to be a stay-at-home spouse, and people think and talk about this. Or you rejecting an employment offer because you prefer something that’s more aligned with your spirituality and worldview, and people think and talk about this. Some people may also wonder if your past experience influences your stance and what you choose to be committed to today. So when your name is mentioned, they think about these things.

What also comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned is the gossip or talk surrounding you. Similar to another pile, it’s not just the content of the gossip itself, it’s the fact that people gossip or talk about you. Some people think about how attractive you are, but you also feel a bit inaccessible. As if it’s not possible for people to be with someone like you even when they find you attractive, particularly because of factors that can control your life (e.g. factors like your government, country, religion, race, family, etc). There’s a feeling of being surveilled.

I hope you are alright, not to scare you, of course. But it feels like, to other people, it’s either you are being surveilled or you have some eyes on you. You are being eyed by some people, it could be for good or bad reasons. If we consider the Ring card, this could be talking about companies and organisations that want to work with you too. But to the majority of people who know of your name, they view this entity in a slightly negative light. This “Authority Figure” card just reminds me of the 1984 book by George Orwell, because there’s literally just an eye illustrated on the card.

Overall, I just got the impression of you escaping a restrictive system, the external and internal limitations, and searching for something more peaceful, and more aligned with your worldview and values. So at its core, that’s what people think about when your name is mentioned.

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PILE 4

What comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned: Conjunction [Alliance, 51]. Ghost. Mentor. Fox [14]. The Rooster and Sunflower [Communication, XLVII]. Discovery Rx.   

Context: Page of Wands, Knight of Wands, 9 of Cups.     

This pile is interesting. So the message for you here may be related to something that you are doing or have recently done. It’s related to how you move, the actions that you take, the direction you are taking, your daily activities, the ideas that you pursue, the activities or passionate interests that you pursue, places you go, how you make your dreams or wish happen, how you live your life. I think people are very curious about you. You seem like someone who cannot be tied down, contained, or held in one place.

You are interesting. There’s something that you regularly do or have been doing here that is seen as refreshing and intriguing. The way you move intrigues people. It’s like people watch you live your best life, doing whatever you want, going after what you want, trying what you want, living life as though nothing deters or worries you; there’s this mystical, unexplainable pull that you evoke — that’s what people feel when your name is mentioned. You seem carefree, at least in people’s eyes, you’re not bogged down by anything and you move with the wind lol. But you somehow make things work out for you, and that’s what intriguing too.

When your name is mentioned, people want to know things about you, particularly about what’s going on with you right now, what you are doing now, where you are going next. People wonder what’s holding your attention at the moment, how you are pursuing your passion and interest at the moment, how you follow your inspirations, etc. There’s this strong interest to see you and understand your current activity.

But the problem is, you feel difficult to catch. What comes to people’s minds when your name is mentioned is how elusive you are. It’s like, you are a master at suddenly disappearing and ghosting people. People can’t predict where you are going, but they feel like you are moving somewhere, they feel like you’re focusing on something, and they want to know where you are going, where they can find you, when they can get hold of you. For example, when your name is mentioned, people may think about your last message, call, or online post, and wonder when you guys are going to talk again.

Some people think that you don’t have a rigid plan in life, but you still give off the vibe that you’re having fun and living your best life, doing whatever you are passionate about. You seem to be kinda distant, like, you appear and disappear whenever you want. And when you appear, you may have a tendency to appear with some kind of wisdom and valuable insight that people can learn from, but after a few minutes or a few days, you disappear again for weeks or months. Even if they regularly see you in person, they may feel like they can’t seem to get that closeness again. People can’t get you however and whenever they want you. You give what you want, when you want to give it. You share yourself, your wisdom, your experience, your life when you want to and you can easily pull back like it’s nothing to you.

When your name is mentioned, people think about your intelligence — your wisdom mostly. People think about your leadership quality, you just have the quality and the charisma to be a leader, you have the ability to teach and impart wisdom. But people also think about how you don’t seem like you are interested in being a leader lol. You move in a very individualistic kind of way, without waiting for anyone. It’s giving the vibe of someone who goes to the cinema or bungee jumping alone, just because you can.

Some of you are trendsetters. You are on to something before other people are. You believe in something before other people do. And by the time people catch up to you, you are gone. You are on to the next thing. When your name is mentioned, people think about this. There are people who didn’t appreciate your presence before, and these people actually regret it. They regret that they didn’t see what you were doing and how you were moving before you were gone. Now that they want you, they can’t have you because you keep slipping away.

People learn from you by watching you, whether they do this intentionally or not. You are sneaky, or cunning. When your name is mentioned, or when your name appears on their screens, they think about this. People think that you know what you are doing, or you know you can manipulate people. People think you are not totally innocent, but it just intrigues them. If you are good at strategy, ‘chess manoeuvre, deftly sidestepping and navigating situations — people pay attention to it.

For example, some of you have a habit of answering questions without actually answering questions lol. People know. Some of you are great at answering or responding in a way that keeps people interested. You don’t seem like you want to let people know more about you, or you are very selective about it. You seem like you intentionally keep certain things hidden. You seem like someone who constantly learns and moves forward, but you don’t share everything that’s going on, and people think that something interesting is definitely going on. It’s lowkey a bit frustrating to some people. When your name is mentioned, people get reminded of these things.

People think about your friends, the crowd you have around you, the social group you are in, your allies, etc. People could hear about you from these people, or the only time people can see you is when you are with these people. People wonder how to get into your inner circle. People seem to think that you keep long-term friends, or your friendships are difficult to have but last long. You shine. There are a lot of orange cards and there’s also a lot of Sun imagery in the cards you have here. When your name is mentioned, people get reminded of how you shine. But like I said, the problem is you are difficult to catch. It’s like people keep missing the timing to connect with you. When you are at a particular place, they are not there. When you contact them, they are not available, and by the time they can reply, you are busy doing your own thing. Some people believe that you are heading somewhere important, and they want to join you, but they don’t know how.

I’m just getting a strong sense of people wanting you. This could be talking about a particular individual, or it could be multiple people. The intensity of their desire depends on your individual case, of course. When your name is mentioned, people think about how they can form an alliance, how they can be on your side, engage with you, or get included in your group. People want to be with you. For some of you, when your name is mentioned, people get the sense that you are going to disappear soon or move far away, and it may be impossible for them to reach out to you again. People think about your lack of attachment; you seem like you don’t depend on other people much. I mean, you have your own people that you seem to interact with regularly, but from outside looking in, it just feels like a special club, and you don’t even seem that attached to this club, honestly.

When your name is mentioned, people think about your age, or speculate about your age (if they don’t know it). People could also think about the guiding figures you have in your life, like a mentor, boss, parent, etc. Some people think that you have natural knowledge in something, like, you just know what to do and how to move. When your name is mentioned, people also think about your ethnicity, culture, or any wisdom from your elders and unique background that you have passed on to other people.  

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Daddy Likes Crazy Girls

Pairings - Dilf Toji Fushiguro x fem reader

Summary -You're Megumi's best friend, and spend more time at the Fushiguro home than at your dorm room, and since you were a kid you've had it bad for Megumi's dad. He was always cool and fun until you got older, then he started being gruff and rude. Well, that just won't do, because you know you need his attention, and you decide to make his life a living hell, but Toji decides to give that hell right back on you. Who will finally give in!?

CW - age gap- Toji is 39, reader is 20, lowkey hint of somnophilia, rough blow jobs, dirty talk, Toji AND reader ain't shit, using others to make e/o jealous, fingering, cunnilingus, rough sex, dirty talk, highkey daddy kink, spitting, choking, reader and Toji freaks. Megumi and Yuuji are reader's age no NSFW w/them (reader uses Yuuji to piss Toji off but it's SFW) Basically it's nasty, filthy DILF Toji smuttt - WC- 7.5k

Based on Your Best Friend's Dad Toji - The pic on the left is from here (tears on a withered flower) I could not find a source for the Toji image! Reblogs/comments so appreciated if you enjoy!

Toji stiffens… in multiple ways as you saunter out that morning, as he’s throwing back two ibuprofen and sipping on bitter coffee, black, just out he likes it. You’re rubbing your eyes just a bit and yawning, stretching up your arms, tiny crop top stretched tight on your breasts, which bounce as your arms rest, and his goddamn cock twitches. He literally turns away, facing the counter then.

“Morning, Mr. Fushiguro.” You say brightly, sleep still in your voice, and he grumbles a hello, tensing when you walk towards him. “Oh, coffee, can I have some? I’m so beat and I have that test later.”

“Yeah, yeah… go ahead kid.” You glare at his strong back, shirtless and muscled, calling you kid when you were damn near old enough to drink, when you drove and worked and went to college.

You’re no kid.

You gently touch his shoulder, trying to get through to the coffee maker in the little kitchen, feeling him tense, as he narrows his eyes, looking over at you, lips pressing together, that scar just stretched a bit over his lip. You lean forward, breasts in his full view, as you start brewing your own cup, and he damn near rubs his hard cock at the sight of your nipples poking out.

God you annoy him, always over here, sure when you were younger it didn’t bother him, you were Megumi’s friend, a good one at that, and a good kid. And as a teen even, you had your shit together, living without your own parents, you had spent a ton of time here. But when you hit about eighteen or nineteen, and you just… started looking at him like you are now!?

Dilated eyes, lowered lashes, licking your goddamn lip?

When you started wearing less and less, and frequently crashed right on his couch, in various states of undress? When your tits jiggled just so, or you bent over in front of him, shorts riding up a bouncy ass? When you giggled and brushed your fingers against his arm?

You drive Toji fucking insane.

He’s tired of jerking it to his son’s best friend, he’s tired of picturing your thighs spread as he fucks women, you’re… infuriating him, actually. Batting your lashes and shooting little smiles, constantly trying to ruin him. Sure, people thought Toji was a creep, a pervert, a fucking whore, and to some extent, he was those things, but with women his age.

Being almost forty and having a very annoying, sexy and tempting twenty year old was not fucking okay. Sure, it’s one thing to jerk it to you, how could he not, but it’s harder and harder with every passing day not to give in, to play with that pussy he’s seen hints of, to suck on those pretty nipples that seem to always be poking out of something you wear.

Toji can’t stand you.

“Have a rough night, Mr. Fushiguro?” You ask then, and he turns his forest green eyes looking down at you, while you pour a little sugar in the cup, taking one of the spoons from his wooden drawers and then stirring it.

“Huh, no rough night. Slept fine.” Jerked it to the thought of you at midnight, and dammit he enjoys his sleep.

“Got it, you seem a little grumpy though.” You tease, nudging him with your shoulder playfully, just that alone makes him wanna spread you wide on this goddamn counter, picturing how your pretty pussy would be in his face.

“Grumpy, doll?” He asks, you giggle a little, looking up at him, the man you’ve had it bad for since you can remember.

As much as you love Megumi, a huge part of you coming here was for him, Toji, Megumi’s far too sexy father. Sure, Megumi was your age, but you two were just too close, but also, Toji. Rippling abbed, strong muscled, thick fucking Toji. The man whose muscles have muscles, and those lazy green eyes, that straight nose with plump ass lips?

The man who you know takes care of business, shit you’ve seen him on nights kissing down girl’s necks, shooting you a quick look before he’d grab their hair, their waist, like you could vividly picture it being you? The man who you could constantly see his thick, girthy outline in these slutty grey sweats he wears?

You want him.

You always have, but at first it was perhaps admiration, or a childhood crush, but now that you’re almost twenty one, and you’ve had sex, you’ve had experience, you can’t stop thinking that Toji knew what to do. Can’t stop thinking how badly you’d love to see that cock just begging for attention, have it down your throat, have him bend you over this kitchen table.

Your mind gets so sidetracked you forget he’s said anything you you, clearing your throat and shrugging. “A little grumpy to me in general lately.”

Toji scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Excuse me for not bein’ Mr. Fuckin Sunshine all the time, doll.”

Doll.

Imagine him saying ‘doll’ as he pounds your little pussy.

Fuck.

You shift just a bit, his gaze catches it. “Hmm, you’ve just been a little mean to me. I used to come… to you all the time, you know.” You smile just a bit, his lips are parted, then you sigh. “Have a good day, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“Damn brat.” He mutters, running his hand through inky locks.

Since you hate your dorm mate, you always come over there, and Megumi never minds, he just gives you a lazy little smile, sometimes you crash in his room, he’ll even take the floor, or separate you all with a body pillow. He listens to your bullshit, with a little sigh and bored face, but he listens. Megumi has been your good friend, even through breakups and makeups with his best friend, Yuuji.

You’d been on and off with Yuuji for years, as the two of you are probably better off friends, but Yuuji is so damn sweet, and so down bad, you end up back with him again, much to the disdain of Toji. When you’re sitting on Yuuji’s lap, hand running through pastel hair, while Megumi and him game, you feel it, Toji Fushiguro’s glare right at you.

Something excites you so much from it, you get overheated, you get wet from your thoughts, and Yuuji would nervously notice, blushing.

You’re kind of shit for that, for being with Yuuji when the man you want is right there, but he never seems to understand that you’re a woman. No skimpy outfit or flirty looks do a damn thing, to the point you think… it’s all in your head, it has to be, some childish fantasy that you have to let go.

Little do you know, as you’re kissing Yuuji, and that boy’s hand is on your waist, Toji has to go to the damn bathroom, and start stroking his cock. He tries to muffle his moans, while he curses you internally, for making him act like some dumb teen. And your smiles are as if you know.

One night Toji comes home and sees you on the couch, with one of your fucking pretty, perfect titties out, shoved out from your twisted little crop top, just begging him to touch it. He goes over, cock leaking precum, to cover you up, but he bends on a knee instead, brushing your hair back, watching your lips part, tempting him to no goddamn end.

Imagine how they’d feel on his -

He clears his mind, or tries to, deciding to fix your tank top, but his thumb brushes your nipple on accident, eliciting a soft whine from your perfect lips, your areola tightening just from his touch. He pauses, hating himself then, but he has to just bend down, pressing a kiss on that peak, and then your hand instinctively grips his hair, making him freeze, wondering what the fuck he’s doing.

“Toji…” You whisper, his eyes shoot up, but you’re fast asleep, shit you’re dreaming of him, like he’s worth a gorgeous girl like you dreaming of his old ass, but he laps at your nipple, before he can stop himself, hot wet tongue tasting your sweet skin. “Mnh!”

Shit.

He pulls back, but sucks your pretty nipple in his mouth for just a moment, greedily, hand brushing over your body and the thin fleece that’s slung over your hips, feeling your heat even through it 

Fuck, shit, fuck.

He pulls back, exhaling and swiping up the slick from your nipple with his rough thumb, picturing how pretty your tits would look covered in his ropes of cum, before he stops himself, covering you up quickly and rushing to his room. He can’t do shit like that…

Why are you dreaming of him though?

It’s still not okay… right?

Nor is it okay he wanted to touch that heat, lap up your juices, watch your sleepy face construe in pleasure. He can’t, can’t, can’t. So instead he’s stroking his aching cock, which slaps his belly button as it’s released, stroking it with his hand in little twists, imagining it now, the taste of your nipple in his mouth, until he’s spurting cum all from that reddened tip.

He can’t.

*****

Toji becomes meaner, gruffer, ignoring you, trying to fall into every woman he can, all while you come over less and less, thank god. But you can’t stop thinking of him, he’s a constant thought as you play with yourself, having dreams of him that feel too real and you come over one more time, already lit as you call Megumi, and he yawns, letting you in.

“You’re so needy, tch.” He grumbles, you giggle then, kissing his cheek, earning his eye roll.

“You’re the best friend ever.” You kiss his cheek again and he grimaces, taking in your attire.

“You went all slutty looking to that party, hmm? Mad at Yuuji?”

“Gumi!”

“Hot, just slutty. Go put on my clothes or something.” He says, with another yawn, ruffling your hair then.

“All right, I will in a bit, but… one more drink?” He chuckles, gesturing to the fridge.

“There’s beer in there, but I suggest water after.”

“Sure, dad.”

Megumi basically was Toji’s dad, way too mature always. He rolls his green eyes, just a little darker than his father’s, yawning again. “You know where everything is, crazy ass. I’m off to bed.”

“Night, Gumi, thank you!”

“Yeah yeah.” He shuts his door, as you’re just a little tipsy, curious where Toji was… some date, you’re sure. He’s sort of notorious for the women he has, though you’ve never seen the man have an actual serious girl.

You crack open a beer, sighing now, still clad in your- as Megumi dubbed it- slutty black dress, sitting in the kitchen chair as you sip the beer, right when the door opens and shuts. Toji walks in, actually wearing some dress shirt and slacks, different from the thin work out tees and sweats you normally see, and pauses when he sees you in the chair, his lips clamping shut.

“Have fun, Mr. Fushiguro?” You ask now, crossing your legs, allowing him to see your pretty, perfect pussy as he realizes you aren’t wearing shit under that dress. He gulps, mouth opening, before he eyes your peer in your pretty little hand, the kitchen suddenly far too small.

“What?” He manages, and you uncross your legs again, standing and walking closer to him, looking so sexy and pretty he wants to yank you by your goddamn hair, show you just how to get fucked.

He doubts you get fucked good, you’re too bitchy and needy, he can just tell, you need someone to split you in two. You lean against the counter, tilting your head, looking so slutty in this dress, tits out, thighs showing, hugging every curve and line of that banging body.

You’re sent to fuck him up, he’s sure of it, whatever his shitty past was, you’re the punishment.

“Have fun?” You practically purr the words.

“You old enough to drink, brat?” He demands, and you giggle again, touching his chest just a bit, but that alone is setting him the fuck off, as his hands clench and unclench at his sides.

“Old enough for lots of things.” You look right up at him, tummy clenching with how tall he is, how big he is, mind running fucking insane.

“Still a fucking kiddo.” He grumbles, opening the fridge now, taking a beer out of it and gulping it down, struggling not to let in.

Annoying brat that you are.

“So, did you have a date?’

“Yep.”

“Did you get off?”

“The fuck!?” He demands, sputtering as you giggle, buzzed and finally bold enough to spit it out, as you see him scowl, leaning down. “You said what?”

“Did you get off, Mr. Fushiguro?” You repeat again, batting those long lashes, some fake ones you wear that shouldn’t be as hot as they are on you.

“The fuck, brat?” He grabs you by the hair on the back of your neck with one big hand, the pull of it making you soaking wet, dripping down your thighs.

“I could help you, you always gave me such good advice as a kid you know, as a teenager. Even though you’re so mean now to me.” You lean even closer, pouting, he tastes the sweetness mixing with the liquor in your system, shaking his head, teeth clenched together.

“Don’t know what you’re fucking saying, doll. Should shut your brat mouth up.” His words go straight to your pussy, when his finger finds you between your thighs, and he curses, you’re slick and so hot. “Slutty ass didn’t even wear panties with this little outfit huh? Want all those college boys to see?”

“I’m sure they did. But that wasn’t the- question- ngh!” When he swipes a rough finger against your clit, your moan does him in.

“This soaked just talking to me?” He whispers, you barely are able to form a coherent thought or answer.

You trail your fingers down to his cock, gripping it and raising a brow. “Want me to help you Mr. Fushiguro? That girlfriend suck you good enough?”

“Keep fucking talking shit, brat, you’ll regret it.” He whispers hoarsely, only for you to smile up at him.

“Oh, gonna teach me a lesson - daddy?”

“Fucking brat I swear to…” He shoves you down on your bare knees then, right on Toji’s tile floor, and you gasp when you watch him free his cock, gulping as you see just how huge it is, thick and veiny, and you look up at him then. Tall, intimidating, cock right next to your lips, while he grabs your hair. “Got one chance to come to your senses, doll- ah, fuck!”

You lap at him, and soon you find yourself sucking every bit of your best friend’s dad’s cock all the way in your throat, burning as it stretches to try to accommodate him, and he’s so thick and long it’s damn near impossible to take him all. Your nails are pressing against his slacks as you move your head, sucking him so sloppy, drooling all over him.

Toji can’t take how good your mouth feels, how pretty your eyes are as they fill with tears for him, gripping your hair with his fingers and now fucking your face. “Shut you up huh, brat?”

You just whimper, as he puts a leg between your thighs, and you’re rolling your hips against his foot, his shoe pressing on your clit. You’re whining and grinding as he fucks your mouth harder, grunting, precum salty and sweet coating your tongue. You’re soaking his pant leg, clit throbbing in need, while his cock slides so deep you’re choking on him.

“So desperate, huh, gonna grind on my leg like that? Slutty lil’ cunt soaking me? This what you do to me, fuck…” He’s muttering to himself more than anything, as you suck harder, the degrading words only making you wetter. You’re trembling and shaking when he pauses, throbbing. “Shit… you suck that good, got me fuckin mad ya ever sucked anyone.”

He yanks you back just a bit, looking at your reddened lips, plump and coated in your spit, your mouth is parted, gasping for a breath then, he’s pulling you back up now, pressing you against the counter, thigh between yours, you’re rolling your hips and whimpering as he shuts your mouth with his hand. He feels it, you soaking him, dying to taste you now.

“Keep it quiet, shit-”

Suddenly the door opens, and you two immediately part, Toji adjusting his cock and turning back to the fridge, trying to act busy as you cough just a bit, throwing back the beer when Megumi walks out. He yawns now, blinking bleary eyed at the two of you, as Toji tries to stop his precum from leaking out of his tip.

“Can you two keep it down, shit. Hey…” He turns to you now, as you put the beer in the trash. “Come get some pajamas on, you can sleep in my bed if you want.”

“Thank you, Gumi, good idea.” You snatch up pajamas that Megumi brings, a big shirt and a pair of his boxers, heading to the bathroom and resting your head on the door, shaking like crazy as you peel off your dress. Your thighs are a sticky mess, your damn throat hurts from his cock.

Your pussy is aching with need, you splash some cool water on your face, struggling to take several breaths as you eye yourself in the mirror. You lips are swollen from sucking him, eyes dilated and pupils blown the fuck out, your cheeks have taken on this color from how overheated they are. You struggle to compose yourself, wiping up the endless slick from your pussy.

What just happened?

You walk back out, seeing Megumi with a water bottle, smiling lazily at you, and you sigh, taking it and smiling, feeling so guilty. You just sucked his damn father, now you’re gonna act normal somehow? Toji is nowhere to be seen, so you try to just to push it out of your brain, even as you’re gulping down icy water and laying in Megumi’s bed.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor, Gumi.” You say, he sighs now, climbing up and laying on the other side.

“Don’t take advantage of me, hmm? Look like you got dick on the brain.”

“Excuse me!?” You both burst into laughter, you shove him nearly off the bed as he’s chuckling.

“You and Yuuji need to stop the back and forth, you know he’s like a sad puppy when you all break up.”

“Ugh, I know.” You sigh, covering your face now, wishing you could get this annoying old man out of your head. “Dick on my brain, whatever.”

“Mmhmm. Night night.”

“G’night.” You turn on your side, thinking just what Toji is feeling, was it nothing but some girl with some crush to him?

You all literally say nothing to each other the next morning, and Mr. Fushiguro has went from somewhat quiet to completely shutting you out. His replies are grunts and grumbles, and he doesn’t say a damn word to you. For weeks, you haven’t even caught a glance, to the point you wonder if it was all some drunk ass dream.

Unable to handle it, you quit coming over, for weeks, in a way Toji is thankful he doesn’t have to constantly have a hard cock, constantly masturbate to you- well he does anyway, but- the memory of your throat is something he can’t stop. The memory of you so desperate you were grinding on him like that, how he almost had you right in the kitchen.

He fights all of it, glad you’re not there, trying to go back out, to forget you even exist, feeling so damn awkward as he talks to his kid about you, asking ever so casually where you are. Apparently you have some new boyfriend, and Toji doesn’t like the irrational feelings that brings him, so he’s even more thankful you’re not around.

Thinking of some college loser not even getting your pretty pussy off makes him furious, no one even deserves to touch you really, even him.

As Toji’s on a date, and they’re being seated, a rooftop restaurant this woman wants to go to, he spots you then. You’re giggling, hand over your mouth, as you show some boy something on your phone, and he’s laughing too. A boy your age, that’s how it should be, anyway.

Right?

You notice him then, how can someone not notice Toji, his gaze across your body, lingering against your breasts, pressed up and on display in the little dress you’re wearing. You see his hand go to his date’s thigh, so you lean closer to your date, whispering little nothings in his ear. His cheeks heat up as his own hand touches your thigh.

Like some sick game, you both trade looks, touches with your dates, all while the intensity builds, and surely your date must think he’s got the easiest girl around, he’s doing really nothing and can feel your heat as he touches your thigh. And surely Toji’s date is enjoying every touch and caress, as you watch his fingers trail down her shoulders, picturing them.

It’s suddenly all too much, you murmur a quick apology. “I have to go to the ladies room real quick.”

“No worries love.” He says with a smile, and you quickly go to the bathroom, splashing cool water on your face, on the back of your neck, exhaling and trying to compose yourself.

“Shit…” You grumble, then gasp as the door slams open, his tall imposing figure right in the bathroom, broad shoulders so big he barely fits the damn doorway. “It’s a ladies room, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“Stop looking at me like that.” He whispers, gripping your face tightly, you take a shaky breath, legs trembling as he’s too close, and your eyes flicker to his lips, glossy and full, making you ache to kiss him.

“Look at you like what?” You look at him under lashes, as he remember’s your damn demon mouth on him, and he turns you then, towering over you in the reflection of the mirror, tilting your chin to face it.

“Like that, see yourself? Fucked out face, begging to be filled.” You gasp when one hand is wrapping your throat, the other slipping up your dress, groaning in your ear as he hovers over you, finding your panties soaked.

“Mr. Fushiguro…”

“That lil boy toy gets you off, doll?” He asks softly, rolling his fingers under the waistband of your panties, as his other fingers squeeze your throat with the lightest pressure. Your eyes roll back, and he slips two fingers inside to the knuckle, stretching you so good you’re damn near sobbing. “Asked ya a question?”

“Does y-your girl… get you off? Suck dick like I do?” You ask in response, smiling at his scowl, as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, you hear the squelching wetness echoing in the bathroom, crying out and bucking your hips.

“Tired of that mouth, tired of you fucking with my head. Little demon brat.” He huffs, cock hard and thick against your back, dying to be inside you, feeling your sticky little walls gripping him, you’re damn near sobbing it feels so good, his huge hard body taking you over. “Look at yourself, huh? Pretty lil face, annoying the shit outta me.”

“Y-you annoy m-me.” He chuckles, as he guides your chin back.

“Open those eyes.” You do as he says, whimpering softly, while your cunt is drooling down to his rolled up dress sleeves, you feel every fucking ridge and callous against your walls, making you even wetter, your cheeks so flushed, your eyes so bright as he watches you. “You drive me nuts on purpose, don’t you brat?”

“Y-you don’t even w-want-” He yanks out his fingers, just as you’re about to cum, leaving you weak, as he literally lets you go, and you glare up at him, as he sucks you off his fingers, making your mouth drop open at how sensual it is.

“Goddamn, gotta taste that good!?” You can’t speak, not when he’s tilting your chin up again, leaning close. “Stop fucking with me, got it?”

“You’re such a dick.” He glares, and you glare right back, as he just walks the fuck out. “Ugh!”

Your jaw sets, stomping out a few moments after, seeing Toji acting so casual, hands gripping a stem of a glass of wine, still glistening from you, smirking at you, and you decide it then.

Two can play at his little game.

*****

You are bouncing around in your little damn cheerleading outfit, as you’re on the field, shaking your hips with your stupid fucking pom poms, all while Toji finally decides to come to Megumi’s football games. Megumi himself is curious why he keeps showing up, it’s not that Toji never came to them, it’s just he didn’t… very often. Usually working or something.

Well Toji takes heavy interest, as he’s got a new girl with him every game, you can practically feel his stupid smirk from across the field as he watches you, an arm wrapped around a pretty lady’s shoulders. So you decide, the best course of action is to slap a big good luck kiss right on Yuuji’s lips before the game, to the awws and oohs of the crowd.

It takes everything inside Toji not to grab you by your pig tails, drag you over and beat your bouncy ass. It takes everything not to smack that ass so hard you can’t walk anymore, especially as you turn away from a blushing Yuuji to smile meanly right back at Toji, seeing his glare.

You may or may not also bend over right in front of him, giving him a full view of thin lacy black panties when you should be wearing spandex shorts, making Toji so hard he physically hurts. It’s not your fault you dropped something, though! You smile innocently when you turn around, feigning surprise.

“Mr. Fushiguro, it’s so good to see you here.” You say brightly, smiling to the lady next to him then. “He’s such a good dad.”

Toji just glares as you wave, running back to the field to finish your routine, little do you know Toji has to leave in the middle of the game, so torn the fuck up from seeing you he can’t stand it. He’s again stroking his cock to his son’s bratty little fucking friend, cursing you the entire time, thinking he could make you stop if you saw him with other women.

But you are driving him more insane.

Megumi is out early for practice when you waltz right in later, wearing your pretty little maroon cheer outfit, the irony is it’s a letter fucking T on your pretty tits, as you peek around, noticing him. You both pause, it’s been damn near a month since you sucked him, and weeks since he fingered you, you’ve both kept your distance just enough.

“Shit, Megumi already left? My phone’s dead.” You frown at it now, sighing as Toji slowly walks up to you, shutting the door behind you and locking it with a click. You pause, breaths coming faster and faster as he looms over you, so big and intimidating and fucking sexy. You let out a whimper before you bite your trembling lip, and he cups your face with one hand.

“You’re playing with fire, y’know that brat? Fucking have no clue what you’re in for if you keep it up.” He juts your chin up roughly then, making your head fall back, you tremble then, biting at your lip harder. “Think I’m playing?”

“Think I’m scared of you? Think I’m some innocent kid? I’m not.” He chuckles gruffly, licking that scar, making it glisten as he tilts his head to the side, strong muscles flexing as he presses you further against the door.

“You ain’t done shit like I’d do to you, none of those lil’ boys could make you cum like me, split you in fucking two, fuck you stupid.” You gasp, his words going straight to your pussy, but you struggle to hide it.

“All talk, is what I think, maybe you’re too old to keep up with me.” You raise a brow with a little smile, when Toji grabs you by your throat, it turns into a full fucking grin.

“You psycho little brat, need a whole fuckin’ lesson, don’t ya?” He slams his lips on yours, and once he does, it’s over for both of you.

His tongue his sliding into your mouth, not teasing, no he’s fucking owning it, devouring it, as your hands slip up his chest, gripping his thin white shirt and his free hand slips down, yanking your cheer top down, one of your breasts spilling out. He moans as he pulls back, squeezing your throat harder, pulling you to him.

“Think I haven’t already sucked on these perky lil’ fuckin nipples?” You gasp then, earning his chuckle. “Sleeping in slutty ass tops, tits out.”

“D-did you… do more?” You whisper, hoarse as he’s choking you harder, and he smirks at you.

“No, freaky ass brat, what did you want me to touch you in your sleep?” You nod weakly, as he squeezes your windpipe even harder, until you’re a soaking wet fucking mess. “What’d ya want me to do?”

“Eat me out.” Your whisper ends him, he’s on his knees then, Toji Fushiguro, on his knees, as your heart hammers in your chest, and he shoves up that cheer skirt, licking you over your lacy panties, groaning as your slick hits his mouth, his tongue lapping the soppy mess out. “Ah!”

Your hands grip his inky hair, hiccuping and crying as he continues to lap at you with his hungry tongue, groaning against you, reducing your panties to nothing. “You’re such a little slut, wearing this? Want everyone to see this fucking pussy?”

“W-wanted y-you to…”

“Shit…” Toji takes your hands, putting them on your skirt then. “Hold this the fuck up, now.”

“Yes…”

“Yes what.”

“Yes… daddy- ah!” Toji groans, knowing he’s just a sick fuck for eating through your panties under your goddamn cheer skirt, knowing he’s old enough to be your damn dad almost, but he can’t stop himself now. Once he tastes you it’s fucking done for him, as you hold your skirt up, hooking a thigh over his shoulder and screaming out.

“Good fucking girl. Finally, listening huh?” You can’t function, dying for the barrier of your panties to leave, wriggling as he teases you relentlessly.

“Please!”

“Please what, doll?”

“Take em off, please… fucking please.”

“Hah…” He’s laughing, biting you over your panties, grinning up at the mess you already are. “Ya gonna cum from this? These boys so pathetic?”

“Mnh…” Is all you manage, and he moans, rubbing your damp and sticky fabric, finally peeling it off you, easing your thigh off him and pressing bites down it as he does.

“All sweet now, huh? Not being a slutty fuckin’ brat?”

“I need… need you… T-Toji…” He moans at how sweet you are when he laps you up between your puffy lips, groaning as you soak his mouth, your hands back to those thin inky locks, pulling as he swipes the flat of his tongue up your slit. “Ah! F-fuck!”

“Bad lil mouth, huh?” He smacks your pussy now, making it sting and throb, but you’re only more fucking wet, as he slaps it again, shoving two fingers up your hole and looking at you under sooty lashes, as his cock throbs in his sweats, precum making him sticky as you fall apart over him. “Nothin’ to say?”

“Fuck you… ah!” He smacks your pussy again, harder, wet slap echoing in the house as he stands now, picking you up like you’re nothing, throwing you over his shoulder as you squeak. “Let me down, f-fuck!”

Toji laughs, smacking your bare ass and making you squeak, before tossing you right on his bed, spreading your thighs and nudging right between them, spitting right on your pussy and grinning with white teeth glinting, slipping his two thick fingers through it. “Fuck, look at her, so soaked and I just am getting started.”

You blink in confusion, sure you’ve got experience, but just a few licks was better than anything you’ve felt. “I’m r-ready, though- mnh!”

“I ain’t even close to done with eating this pussy. Tastes so fucking yummy, demon pussy, demon mouth.” You’d laugh if he wasn’t slobbering all over your cunt again, making you quiver and moan, your hands grabbing fistfuls of his messy sheets, your toes curling, still in your fucking cheer sneakers.

“T-Toji, please-”

“You’re gonna get it, brat, until you’re beggin’ me to stop, until you can’t even move, can’t think. That what you've been wanting all this time, huh?” He asks, eyes alight with something dark and carnivorous.

“Y-yes, yes, I want it, I need it, I-ahh!”

You don’t have to ask again, because he’s already descending, stupidly tongue licking and fucking in and out of your soppy little hole, as you scream out at it, so close to cumming you can feel the pressure in your tummy. He can feel it, as he grips your hips, shoving that little pleated skirt up and drinking you, drowning in you, your body just twitching under his hold.

“That’s it, there you go, doll. Cum all over m’fuckin face.” He urges, and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, so goddamn intense as he devours your pussy, your  eyes roll into the back of your head as he latches onto your little twitching clit, sucking hard, and your body arches up, your back bowing off the bed, as you shatter.

“Oh fuck, T-Toji m’gonna cum I - ah!” You’re sobbing out the jumble of words, your voice hoarse, your body shaking as he feasts on you, his stubble scraping your sensitive skin. He’s fucking humming on your clit, and you feel the orgasm wrecking you as your hips buck up to his face.

He’s moaning as you orgasm all over his face, juices fucking pouring, the sounds of him slurping them up are goddamn obscene, he’s drunk off you as he sips up every bit he can. His breaths are hot and heavy, and your thighs are clamping down around his head, already overstimulated and whining pathetically, but he’s just too fucking strong, and he’s not stopping.

“Again, doll, can your lil slutty pussy cum again f’me?” You weakly shake your head, and he chuckles up at you. “So cute, and we’re just getting started, don’t tap out now… where’s your school spirit?”

“Oh my god…” You wanna cuss him out, but you’re about to cum again as he shoves two thick fingers in, curling them and pressing that spongy spot in your messy, not sloppy fucking walls. “Too much!” You whine, his chuckle tickling your clit as he spreads your lips, watching it twitch.

“Talked all that shit, then can’t take a lil foreplay?” You’re sweating already, about to cum again, the tension in your body coils tighter and tighter until it snaps, and you’re screaming out his name, Toji. Your hips bucking against his face, your juices squirting out all over his mouth and chin, soaking the bed beneath you, and he’s just swallowing it all down, groaning with every drop.

You collapse back, breathless, sweat slicked, and your heart racing so fast you can feel it in your throat, and Toji sits back a bit,, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at you with a smug grin, your pussy still quivering and pulsing around his thick digits as he is relentless in his fingering.

“Weak and fuckin pathetic, huh?”

“Ngh…” Is all you can manage, gasping as he keeps scissoring his fingers in and out of your cunt.

“That was just the fucking appetizer, doll.” And with that, he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours, dilated and reflecting your desire when he leans over you finally.

“T-Toji… I….”

“You sure can’t run that bratty mouth no more, huh? I already fuck you stupid with just fingers?” You just whimper, he makes you pathetic, ripping your top off you now, groaning as he sees your tits right in his face, gripping them in his big hands, sucking right on your nipples, while you’re grinding eagerly, dying for his cock.

“Toji please, more…”

“Think you can handle this cock, doll?” You nod eagerly, and he grins, lifting you like you’re nothing, pausing at your skirt and moaning. “Think we’ll keep it on.”

Toji’s undressing eagerly, despite acting in control, he’s dying to slip inside you, soaking wet and eager, sliding three fingers in just to test you, and you gasp at the stretch, legs shaking while he curls them at the knuckles. “Ngh! Too… much…”

“Doll, need ya nice and ready.” He pulls them out now, shoving them in your mouth, making you soak yourself as he lines the thick tip of his cock against your folds, pressing into your entrance, you scream out at it, pussy clenching just his tip, making him hiss. “Fuck you’re so tight still, shit…”

“Please, fuck me please.”

“Begging so pretty, love you like this - ha- f-fuck!” Toji’s green eyes roll back in his own head as he sinks into your soaking wet pussy, stretching you just perfectly around him, cupping your face as he does. “Look at me, now.”

You struggle to focus your eyes as he fills you, shoving in one stroke so deep your nails dig in his back, nothing but your cheer skirt and sneakers on your body, something about that and your pigtails making Toji feral. He slams his cock deep inside you as your mouth is in a slutty O, whimpering at the burn, the stretch.

“Can’t take a dick like this, huh?” You shake your head weakly, and he wants to chuckle, to smirk, but he’s too pussy drunk now, as he fucks you harder, his bed creaking, headboard slamming on his fucking wall as he leans up. “Look at that… huh baby?”

You weakly look down, seeing your tummy bulge as he slows his movements, and you’re blushing, making Toji murmur how cute his cheerleader is, while he watches it slower and slower, groaning. His tip drags on some spot again, making your nails rake down his arms, leaving marks, and he moans, head falling low, sweat dripping from his brow against your lips.

“That’s it, fucking up your lil body, huh? Too fuckin big for you, ain’t I?” You weakly just nod, he has fucked your brains out, he’s smirking now. “Ready for real dick?”

“For what!? F-fuck!” Toji lifts a leg up now, slamming deep in your pussy, fucking wrecking you then, as you’re cumming all over his cock when he presses fully in, stuffing your little cunt so full you’re sobbing at it.

“There it is, feel her milkin’ me already, huh?” You’re dizzy, blacking out damn near even before he wraps a hand back on your throat. “Been driving me crazy for fucking years, y’know what you were doing, didn’t ya?

You nod weakly, tears in your eyes, gasping as you’re pulsing all around his thick veiny length, struggling as he stuffs you, balls deep. “T-too much, too much!”

“Nah doll, you can take it like a good girl, can’t you?” His words and his strokes fuck you up, you nod eagerly as he moans, fucking into you harder and deeper, before pulling out, watching you shake and laugh. “Hands and knees, doll.”

You eagerly obey, barely able to turn, he has to help you, pressing your head into his soft mattress as he fucks you so hard, the slapping and wet sounds filling his room with your muffled cries. You’re clinging to the sheets until he takes your hands, gripping them behind your back with one hand, delicate wrists squeezed while he pumps into your tight, eager pussy.

“Fuckin feel you, so goddamn perfect, made f’me huh?” You can’t speak, you just whimper, as he groans, yanking your head up by your hair, leaning over. “Asked ya a question doll.”

“M-made f-for you.” You whisper, he chuckles, kissing you sloppy before he lets you go, your head falling again, while he pounds inside your eager pussy, which swallows him in so pretty.

“Know how many times I… stroked it, fuck… know what you’ve done to me!? Think I’ll ever let this pussy go now?” He whispers, insane fucking things, maybe they should scare you, as he pounds you so hard you do feel split in two, but you’re just whining in pleasure as he hisses, your walls pulsing as you’re close again. “So fucking easy, huh?”

You can’t answer, you’re screaming into the sheets while he’s pounding you so hard, wrecking you for anyone, as he rambles - ‘that’s it, feel her’ - ‘no one’s ever fucked you like this, huh’ and ‘this is what you get, talking all that shit, hah- can’t fuckin’ speak now, huh?’

You’re a mess, drooling when he has you cumming again, only for him to flip you back on your back like you are some little doll to him, cupping your face and sucking in a breath for a moment. You have the marks of the bed on your pretty face, tears making your mascara trail, eyes fucked out. You have drool that he swipes, slowing then and huffing.

“Know how goddamn beautiful you are?” He whispers, so intimate and shocking for a moment, your breath catches, as he slows his strokes. “Know how you’re in all my dreams? Pretty, perfect, f-fuck…”

“Toji… y-you think…”

“I know.” You’re sobbing when he kisses you, when you’re clinging to him with numb hands from his brutal grip, and he slows just a bit, the kiss deepening. “God I’ve wanted you so long, doll, shit… like I’m dreaming.”

His words melt you, as you try to cling to any sense of reality anymore. “Oh, Toji…”

“Shh, stop making me sappy and shit, demon ass pussy here.” You breathless giggle, but it turns into a cry as you cling to him, hips rolling, when he’s getting close, and he’s cupping your face, you feel far too fucking much. “Where you want me to cum, doll, because I’m close, pussy gripping too good.”

“In me.”

“In you!?” You nod shyly, and he glares, narrowing green eyes as he tenses over you. “Anyone came in this pussy?” You shake your head nervously, earning his grin. “Perfect, gonna fill you first huh- want it all in you?”

You nod weakly, and he presses your thighs up, folding you in half, girthy cock and mean tip bullying your walls until he’s closer and closer, groaning. “Ngh!” You’re pathetically whining, he laughs.

“Beg for it, all this cum doll, been fucking waiting for this.”

“P-please- ah!” Toji loves how submissive you are despite you having been such a goddamn brat, pleased his cock has fucked your brains good enough you’re begging for it.

“Beg harder, doll.”

“Fucking please!”

“Please what, brat?”

“Daddy please!” Toji’s ended then, pouring hot spurts of cum so deep in your abused little hole, white ropes coating your fluttering walls as he damn near whimpers, falling heavy over you. You’re sobbing it feels so good, muscles throbbing and fluttering around his cock, pushing his cum and yours all down his cock. “Mnh!”

“That’s it, milk me like a good lil slut.” He huffs, easing back and shoving his cock in again, pressing kisses sweeter than his mean strokes down your neck. He exhales, fingers running down your skin as he feels you twitching under him. “Goddamn it, you’re such a brat, y’know? Until you get dick.”

“That w-was the cure.” He snorts now, shaking his head, leaning up with a breath, and cupping your face again, a thin sheen of sweat on your perfect skin, when he hears the door unlock, cursing.

“Shit…” You hastily cover yourself, as Toji struggles to right himself, hiding you under the blankets as Megumi walks in, sighing when he sees his best friend’s cheer top and likely her panties strewn along with his dad’s sweats.

“Really, you two?” He grumbles.

“Nothing happened, kid. Just… she’s…”

“Yeah, whatever.” He crosses his arms, leaning in the doorway as you peek out from under the covers. “We have a game? Get it together.”

He walks out and slams the door as you break into a breathless giggle, hastily getting up, only for Toji to shove you back down. You blink rapidly as he shoves two fingers in your sore pussy, making you hiss. “Toji what the fuck!?”

“Need you dripping me at the game, doll.”

A/N- Toji stuff is just my ABSOLUTE FILTH every fucking time, and I'm not sure I'm sorry about it lol. Reader and Toji both ain't shit, and poor Megumi LMAO. See you in the comments bbs hehe

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