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#he’s a predator. a creep. a weirdo if you will

bentrollio · 9 months

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mohg for the bingo :-)

Man what a guy. Kinda sucks that a lotta his fans are kinda absolute Freaks. Im fascinated by how mohg and Morgott are the consequences of extreme isolation and abuse taken to their extremes. He doesn’t feel evil in a “I had a shitty childhood so now I’m taking it out on people way”, it’s a much more complex and interesting “I was completely isolated and never experienced key steps for healthy socialization with others, and I have a fundamentally flawed understanding of love as something that is inherently tied with pain”. Like, it’s such a well executed and visceral concept and it’s annoying when he’s portrayed in the fandom as evil just for the sake of evil. He sucks shit don’t get me wrong, but at least accurately portray his shittiness.

Genuinely though what an excellent and terrifying concept. An incredibly strong demigod working off of a very isolated and childish understanding of love and power, and limited understanding of how the world works. Don’t even get me started on the themes around motherhood, blood, and birth.

Every day I stand outside GRRMs house asking him to elaborate on mohg and morgotts relationship. Because holy shit, that’s like. A really fucking important relationship if they were together in the shunning grounds. It’s not just your twin, it’s also someone you rely on just to survive. To help you find food and stay warm and defend yourself, and likely the only meaningful social interaction you ever get. I am once again intrigued by the aspect of isolation on these characters and what that realistically means.

Formless mother is awesome and it reminds me a lot of the great ones from bloodborne, and how they too have a fuck ton of themes surrounding blood and childbirth. I think about this in relation to mohg and the formless mother a lot:

Also!!!! I just think large monster men are neat :))))))))) hes got big ol wings, you KNOW those tits are massive to support all those flight muscles. I think they do be bouncing 🙏 his outfit serves cunt and his horns are build in leg rests thank you for reading👍

#elden ring #my posts #sorry this was way longer than I intended #I can’t write a normal amount about him #this should go without saying but no I don’t think his actions are okay in the slightest #he’s a predator. a creep. a weirdo if you will #but I appreciate an interesting character with cool boss music and silly gibbon arms

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bbyleiah · 6 months

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PREDATOR.

| serial killer Toji comes across you in the creepy hardware store you work in. He initially found you annoying, as you always somehow managed to get in his way but then he became infatuated with you..completely obsessed and set on tying you to him forever. |

cw : serial killer!Toji , black reader, kinda graphic murder scene description, heavy stalking, heavy degradation (bitch, slut, whore, etc.), physical harm(she cuts him, he puts her in a chokehold), threats, manipulation, spitting, choking, blowjob, shoe riding, wet dream, lots of dirty talk, pet names (bun, peach/peaches, little mouse), naive reader, kinda dub-con, nipple play, dry humping, marking, lots of slapping (tit-slapping, pussy slapping, he slaps her in the face once), mating press, fluids, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, dacryphilia, sadist!Toji, masochist!Reader, and probably way more warnings I forgot abt 🥹 (there’s some soft parts in this fic too ☝🏽)

word count : very longgg, so get comfy 🫶🏽

sn : this is my contribution to kinktober 🤲🏾 read at ur own discretion

You were completely exhausted towards the end of your shift at this hardware store. You’d been here since 11am and it was now going on 9pm. Your feet hurt so bad from standing at the register and you had enough of the weirdos that frequented your store. “Only 30 minutes left..” you muttered to yourself with a sigh as you glanced at the clock.

You’d hoped no more customers would come in during your last few minutes but of course luck wasn’t on your side. Two men came in, one after the other seemingly shopping for different things. One of them seemed like an average creepy suburban dad, wearing khakis and a polo shirt with one of those bushy mustaches. The other man was spooky.

You couldn’t even see his face due to the fact he had a hood hanging perfectly over his head, he was dressed in all black from head to toe. Black boots, black pants, a black zip up jacket that seemed heavy duty, and the man was huge, towering over the shelves in the store. You definitely hoped he’d get whatever he was looking for and leave soon.

You knew you shouldn’t be judging books by their cover but this job was boring and you were a people watcher at heart, it was the only thing that kept you entertained. The suburban dad came up to the register first, purchasing simple things like tape, paint, and nails. “You found everything okay?” You asked, putting on your customer service voice and smile.

“I sure did! Say, what’s a pretty thing like you doing working so late?” The male spoke with a flirtatious lilt that immediately made you uncomfortable. You didn’t even look attractive at the moment, dressed in your work uniform with your curly hair in a messy bun, slight eye bags under your brown eyes, looking beat and worn down from your shift. Men always had the audacity. “Uhm just getting a hard work’s pay, you know?” You tried to laugh it off.

“Mm, hardworking and beautiful. Sounds like a treat. You wouldn’t have to work so hard with me~” He continued his advances, licking his lips as he eyed you. You wanted to throw up, this interaction was disgusting. “No thank you.” You replied as you began to ring up his stuff faster so that he’d leave quicker. “Ah, don’t be so mean. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.” He purred as he got more into your personal space.

Before you could respond, you saw the man’s face get bashed into the counter. You screamed in horror, it happened so quickly you could barely register it happening. “Fucking creep.” The spooky man spat out in disgust as he let the man go, watching him drop and slump onto the floor. Your eyes were wide in shock and fear as you stared up at the tall violent man.

“Don’t worry, he’s not dead.” The man told you, all nonchalantly in that deep raspy voice of his that sent shivers up your spine. You were too scared to respond or move, just standing there like a little deer prey in headlights. You still couldn’t fully see the man’s face, only seeing his lips and his chin, it appeared that he had a scar on the corner of his mouth.

The man placed his items on the counter casually, ignoring the blood now splattered on it. “Do I have to ring these up myself? Or are you gonna do your job?” He questioned you. “N-No! I got it!” You squeaked, immediately snapping back into work mode as you scrambled to ring up his items. Your hands shaking and tears forming in your eyes.

This man was intimidating beyond belief. You could just feel him staring you down as you haphazardly rung up his items. “Relax little mouse, I’m not gonna hurt you.” The man suddenly said, it seemed like an attempt to comfort you but it honestly only freaked you out more. Especially the pet name he used. You did some breathing to calm yourself though and regain your composure.

Toji wasn’t surprised at how terrified you were of him but he didn’t care. He honestly didn’t mean to attack the guy but Toji was already riled up from a previous altercation he just had and that prick irked his last nerve. Toji felt like the guy rightfully deserved to get his face bashed in. Toji was slightly intrigued by you though, you were mostly well composed despite being scared shitless. It was obvious you were just an innocent little thing though, oblivious to the fact that a serial killer was standing in front of you.

“H-Have a great rest of your night” You stuttered out, not looking at the man as you handed him his bag. He hummed in response, grabbing it from you before he began to leave. You noticed his bruised and bloody knuckles as he grabbed the bag, that man was definitely dangerous and another reason why you should quit this job.

“Wait!” You called out to him once you realized something, it was stupid but you weren’t always the smartest. He stopped in his tracks, looking back at you. “Uh..my shift is over and uh..what am I supposed to do with this guy..?” You sheepishly asked the scary man as you pointed to the unconscious man on the floor. Toji was amused by your question. “Leave him there.” Toji said before he left fully. Leaving you there dumbfounded.

“What the actual fuck?” You said out loud, talking to yourself at this point. You had enough of this shift and this job in general. You let your manager know about the situation and you clocked out and left, leaving the man there just like the dude told you to because there wasn’t much else you could do anyways.

You called your bestfriend on your walk home, ranting to him about everything that happened. “So he just bashed the guy’s head and dipped?! Like nothing?” your friend Oliver exclaimed through the phone. “Yes! I was scared to death. Literally shaking in my boots. I still have no clue what creepster dude even looks like” you huffed.

“Well he kinda sounds like a pussy throbber to be honest…but! he’s psycho which is a major red flag. Plus you know there’s a serial killer roaming around. It’s all over the news.” He hummed. “Ew! He was not a pussy throbber!” You denied even though you blushed a little. “There’s a serial killer roaming? Since when?” You asked, clueless.

“Bitch, do you live under a damn rock?. They’ve been killing people for weeks!. Lord, you’re such an easy victim too, so oblivious to everything.” Oliver sighed while shaking his head even though you couldn’t see him. “Uh actually I have a taser and I took self defense classes. I’d say I’m a pretty tough victim.” You defended. “Girl, you’re delusional.” Oliver cackled.

You knew he was probably right, it was proven by how you were walking alone in the middle of the night right now. Taking alleyways as short cuts which was stupid but you’d walked this path plenty of times and nothing has happened before so you doubted anything would happen. You were so wrong though. You ended up walking towards a fight it seemed, an unfair one at that. The tall male figure beating the shit out of some guy.

You stood there stupidly and watched, even though you knew you should’ve turned around. You let out a scream when you saw the tall male slit the other guy’s throat before stabbing the male repeatedly in the face. The killer immediately snapped his attention on you after hearing your scream. You felt like your heart stopped in that moment, going into panic mode as you instantly turned around and began to run for your life.

You had tuned out your phone call with Oliver, who was still on the line and worried sick. Even though you were running, no one was chasing after you. Toji groaned in annoyance, “Pesky fucking mouse.” He said as he ran his bloody hand down his face in frustration. Toji had never been caught while he was murdering someone before, he was too smooth and precise with his kills but apparently luck was not on his side today at all.

This kill was pretty reckless too but he still hadn’t expected to be seen, and of course it had to be you. Typically he’d kill anyone who got involved with his kills but he knew you were harmless so he was gonna leave you be..for now. You were sobbing once you finally made it to your apartment complex, completely out of breath from sprinting with all your might.

You’d managed to actually respond to Oliver and ease his worries once you stopped freaking out. He still was concerned though and said he’d come visit in the morning and take you to work. You wiped your tears, taking off your uniform and getting into a hot shower. Hoping the shower would soothe you and get you to stop trembling. It helped slightly, but you were still traumatized.

You could barely sleep, tossing and turning in your bed unable to get the visual out of your mind of someone being brutally murdered in front of you. Part of you had the right mind to tell the police about what you saw, but the other part was terrified the killer would come after you next. So you decided the best decision for now would be to stay quiet and out the way.

You probably got about two hours of sleep before you woke up to Oliver banging on your door, hugging you tight the minute you let him in. “I was so worried!. Are you okay? Like actually okay?.” He asked you. You shook your head, “No I’m not, I couldn’t even sleep. I can’t erase it from my mind. First the psycho at the store and then the killer, it’s like the heavens are against me.” You pouted, tears starting to fill your eyes again.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry this happened to you. I’m here now though and we’re gonna get rid of all that bad juju.” Oliver hummed as he cupped your face before hugging you once more. Oliver proceeded to make breakfast for you and help clean your apartment, cracking jokes and being his usual charismatic self. It definitely brought your mood up and eased your mind. You were lucky to have Oliver.

“Alright I wish a motherfucker would try and bother you today. Ain’t no one surviving with me around!” Oliver said as he began to show off his fighting moves while the two of you walked to the hardware shop. You couldn’t help but to laugh, “Oo super scary, so feisty. People are gonna be too spooked to even look at me.” You amused him as you laughed.

“I know, I know. It’s what I do baby.” Oliver said playfully as he winked at you. Little did you know, someone was watching you. Toji was merely keeping an eye on you to see if you squeaked to anyone about what you saw last night. He was surprised to see you smiling and laughing it up as if nothing happened. He assumed you likely told the guy you were walking with, which wasn’t a smart choice. Toji debated whether he should kill the guy or not.

Truthfully he didn’t know what to do about you either, he knew he should kill you because that was the smart thing to do to save his ass and cover his tracks. However, Toji was too intrigued by you. He didn’t know why, maybe it was how pretty you looked whenever you got scared, or how harmless and clueless you appeared to be. But Toji didn’t have it in him to kill you. Toji continued watching the two of you, fascinated by your relationship. It was obvious you two were close, Toji didn’t know how he felt about that.

It’s not like Toji knew you personally so he didn’t care who you spent your time with, but part of him was irked at how happy this guy seemed to make you. You were dreading your shift today, but at least Oliver was gonna stay with you the whole time that was the bright side. Luckily your manager handled the guy that was on the floor, sent him to the hospital and had the blood cleaned up.

There wasn’t too many customers today which was great for you, you just people watched with Oliver and joked around. His presence was always refreshing. Towards the end of your shift a man walked in. It appeared to be the same scary man from last night, although this time he had his hood off allowing you to see his face in all its glory. Oliver gasped, “That man is hot as fuck!. I thought you said only creeps shop here?” He whispered.

“He is a creep! That’s the head smasher!” You exclaimed to Oliver. “Ohh, you lied then. He is a pussy throbber.” Oliver said, making you pop him and he began to laugh. Toji only showed his face because he wanted to see if you recognized him as the killer from last night. It appeared that you only recognized him as the violent customer you encountered so he was grateful for that.

You had to admit to yourself that the man was very attractive but that didn’t excuse the fact that he was terrifying and violent. “New coworker?” Toji asked, talking about Oliver as he came up to the register. His question caught you off guard, “Uh no..it’s still just me. He’s my friend.” You clarified, although you didn’t know if you should be telling this info to this creepy man. “Mhm, her bestie. Had to come protect my girl, things been a little crazy lately.” Oliver hummed as he shamelessly eyed the man down, embarrassing you.

Toji didn’t pay him any mind at all, his attention solely focused on you. The pretty little mouse that’s been getting in his way lately. Oliver noticed Toji’s predatory stare on you. He cleared his throat, “So uh, what’s your name big guy?” Oliver asked him. “None of your business.” Toji responded deadpanned. “Ouch..anyways, you think my girl is pretty?” Oliver cut to the chase. Your eyes widened, a blush filling your cheeks. “Shut up Oli” You muttered to him.

Toji was getting seriously irked with this ‘my girl’ bullshit. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much but everytime your friend said it Toji wanted to cave his teeth in. “You talk too much.” Was Toji’s only response to Oliver, not answering his question. It made you frown a little bit, not like you cared about the guy’s opinion on your looks but it would’ve been nice to hear.

Oliver rolled his eyes, “Welp, this guy’s a dead end. We’ll try the next sexy man because you need to get them cobwebs off that pus-“ Oliver went on before you quickly slapped your hand over his mouth. You were completely embarrassed now. Toji was highly amused, a small smirk creeping onto his face. “I’m so sorry about him, oh my gosh. He indeed does talk too much..” You said to Toji, your face flushed. Toji thought you looked adorable all embarrassed and shy.

“It’s alright. Although I wouldn’t recommend trying the next man, too many crazy people out here these days.” Toji said, even though he himself was the ‘crazy people’ he spoke off. “That’s true..” you sighed as you were reminded of what you witnessed yesterday. “Can you pass me some cigarettes too?” Toji added to his items. “Ugh, nasty. Definitely glad you dodged that bullet.” Oliver muttered in disgust. Toji’s jaw ticked, he was beyond irked with this kid.

Toji hadn’t even been smoking much recently but he’s been too stressed lately and needed something to take the edge off. “I’ll get them for you.” You said and you attempted to grab the pack he asked for but they were high up in the contained case. “I gotchu.” Toji hummed as he suddenly came behind the counter, standing over you and reaching to grab the cigarettes. “You can’t come behind here-“ You squeaked out but got quiet once feeling his intimidating presence over you.

“So you are like a little mouse.” Toji actually grinned as he looked down at you, after hearing the noise you let out that sounded similar to a squeak. You felt your breath get caught in your throat as you looked up at him, locking eyes with the man. His eyes were so dead, void of anything. Just black pools with no soul. “Your eyes are scary..” You mumbled out without thinking. “That’s a compliment little mouse.” Toji replied as he grinned still.

“You afraid of me?” Toji taunted, his voice low as he leaned closer to you, his nose brushing against yours and his breath fanning against your face. You were trembling, you were terrified to say the least. But something about him was intoxicating. “I-I am..” you managed to breathe out. “Smart girl.” Toji hummed in response. Toji didn’t know why he felt the urge to mess with you but you were just such a treat to his deranged mind. So easily frightened and breakable.

You were so pretty too. Freckles scattered across your perfect brown skin, hair curly and thick and falling over your shoulders, mesmerizing brown eyes filled with so much emotion and life. You were everything that he wasn’t, and he liked that. “What’s your name?” You asked him softly, repeating the same question Oliver had asked him. You were so curious to know now. You doubted he’d tell you but you wanted to take the chance.

Toji was silent. Just staring you down as he contemplated wether or not he should tell you. He wasn’t meant to be known, especially not by an average person like you. But for some reason he wanted you to know his name. Toji moved his mouth towards your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe and giving you goosebumps. “Toji.” He whispered darkly into your ear, only for you to hear. You felt lightheaded at this point from interacting with this man.

Toji then pulled away and turned around, grabbing the items he purchased and leaving the store. He pulled his hood back over his head as he walked off into the darkness. You were speechless, mind still processing everything. “Well shit, maybe he isn’t a dead end after all.” Oliver spoke up, he watched the whole scene unfold quietly. “He wants youuu, gonna creep under your bed and snatch you up.” Oliver teased with a cackle.

“Hush!” You said as you popped Oliver on his arm, embarrassed. Although the thought that Toji might want you wasn’t so bad, even though he was clearly a walking red flag that you should probably stay far away from. You finished off your shift with no complications this time and you walked home with Oliver. The two of you hugged as he dropped you off at your doorstep.

You sighed and did your usual night routine before you collapsed into bed. While you were sleeping though, Toji had expertly broken into your apartment. He knew he had no reason to be in your home but it was just too easy and too tempting for him. Toji was covered in blood, having killed three people tonight but he made sure not to leave a single smidge of blood inside your tidy home.

Toji stood at your bedroom door, the door wide open. He watched you as you slept peacefully, the slow rise and fall of your chest so fascinating to him. Toji didn’t know why he was so fixated on you but he couldn’t stop himself from stalking you. Part of him figured the reason he was infatuated with you was because you were so regular that you gave him a glimpse of sanity. Toji was very mentally deranged and you were the opposite of that.

You felt that lingering feeling of being watched while you slept and it raised a panic in you but you were too afraid to open your eyes to check and see if the feeling was real or not. Toji tilted his head, a small grin pulling to his lips as he saw your breathing pick up. He was curious to see if you’d actually wake up and attack him. Excitement grew inside him as he awaited a reaction from you. It was like he was a demon feeding off your fear. It was so euphoric for him.

The energy of whoever was watching you overtook the room, making you feel suffocated in their presence as fear consumed you. Tears began to well up behind your closed eyes, clutching your blanket closer to you as tried to pretend sleep like a toddler hiding from a ghost, hoping the creep wouldn’t get you if you continued your act. Toji cooed at the sight, it was truly adorable how naive you were, thinking so lightly of the dangers around you.

It only made him want to mess with you more, addicted to how easily frightened you were. Toji took a few more tentative steps towards the bed, the weight of his footsteps sounding through the hardwood flooring. The sound sent chills down your body, a quiet sob slipping out your mouth before you could stop it. Toji’s keen ears heard it though, a sadistic grin forming on his lips at the cute noise. It satisfied his twisted soul.

“good night little mouse.” his low voice whispered darkly and tauntingly into your room, you felt like your heart stopped in that moment. You immediately recognized the voice, now regretting ever encountering the man who frequented your hardware shop. Toji swiftly exited your apartment after that, he knew by now that you knew it was him. He purposely wanted you to know though, wanting to scare you shitless.

But also, wanting to assert his claim over you. You were his new fixation, his current drug, he still couldn’t fully understand his entrancement with you but all he knew was that you were his now and that you needed to know that too. You felt like you could finally breathe once his presence was gone, letting out a shaky exhale and instantly bursting into full on tears. You didn’t know what else to do but cry, if you were smart you would’ve called the police but instead you called your comfort person again, Oliver.

You incoherently rambled to him about your dire situation, your words all choked up and jumbled from your nonstop tears. He didn’t waste any time coming to your aid, not needing to hear much more. You turned on all the lights inside your apartment as you anxiously waited for Oliver to arrive, the lights providing you some sort of false comfort from the monster that now lingered in your shadows.

The relief that washed over you once Oliver came was immeasurable, he held you and gave you a shoulder to cry on. “That fucking creep. I’ll kill him for you sweetie. I swear.” Oliver huffed, worried sick and filled with rage at the thought of you being in harm. You sniffled and snuggled deeper into Oliver’s embrace, eventually falling asleep from the exhaustion of crying and the distress from being terrified.

You awoke the next morning to the sound of Oliver talking to someone in a hushed manner. You rustled in the bed sluggishly as your heavy eyelids fluttered open slowly. “Oli?” You softly called out in your sleepy voice that was slightly hoarse from your crying. He perked up at the sound, also gaining the attention of the police officer he was currently talking to. “Oh great you’re up! I was just giving this officer the description of creepster.” Oliver said as he came over to you, frowning at the sight of your red puffy eyes.

“Morning ma’am, sorry to hear about the occurrence that took place in your home last night. Your friend has been a great help with all the information he’s provided. I just have one more question, do you happen to know the name of the man that broke into your home?” The officer asked you politely, notepad in one hand and pen in the other, hovering and ready to write. It seemed he’d already written a decent amount on the paper.

You were silent, processing everything still and debating whether to give his name or not. You didn’t know why you were debating it at all, you had no reason to not give up his name, in fact you should be screaming it at the top of your lungs. But for some reason you couldn’t, something in your gut told you not to.

Worries of him coming after you and doing something terrible to you if you revealed his name spooked you too much, and then there was some weird part in your brain that felt like his name held so much power and he told it to you specifically for a reason, almost like a sworn secret between the two of you, or maybe that’s just what your naive mind wanted to believe. “Sweetie?” Oliver interrupted your thoughts softly as he gently grabbed your hand. “Oh, sorry. I don’t know his name.” You finally answered the officer, who let out a soft grunt in disappointment.

“Well that’s okay, I appreciate both of your cooperation, we will get back to you as soon as we get a lead on the guy.” The officer said assertively and politely before he exited your apartment. You could feel Oliver’s stare bore into your head, “You don’t know his name?” He questioned you again. You shook your head, “I don’t. I’m gonna shower.” You changed the subject, getting up and making your way into your bathroom.

At the same time, Toji was lingering around your apartment again, unknowingly to you. He’d been there since early that morning, watching when the police arrived until the moment they left. He’d wondered if his little mouse squeaked on him. Not that it mattered too much if you did, Toji had full confidence he’d never get caught, he was too skilled and experienced. It wasn’t his first time dealing with police and he knew it wasn’t his last.

Now the real problem was your little friend. ‘Always in the way’ Toji thought, irritated with the chatterbox that always seemed to be by your side as your pathetic knight in breakable armor. Toji wanted to kill him, he could already taste the satisfaction that would fill his nerves at the thought of your friend’s blood splattered all over him. He couldn’t act so recklessly at the moment though, and he knew you probably wouldn’t like him so much if he brutally murdered your little sidekick.

Not that Toji cared much about if you liked him or not, but he still couldn’t risk his chances of winning over his cute petrified mouse. You were such a distraction for him lately and you didn’t even know it, he couldn’t get you off his mind for a single second. Always thinking about you, your teary brown eyes, soft chub cheeks, parted plush lips, that innocent fearful look on your face, your shaky breaths and pretty sobs, fuck he was addicted to you and this was just the start of it. His addiction was only gonna get worse until he had all of you completely to himself.

Toji had other business to take care of though than to continue obsessing over you, going on about his tasks for today but he was sure to come back to his little mouse later. “Why did you lie?” Oliver prodded you for answers, following you around the apartment as you cleaned. “I didn’t lie, stop saying that.” You replied, tone agitated as you were growing tired of him accusing you.

“Yes you fucking did. Covering up for that psycho. Are you crazy? They could catch him!” Oliver exclaimed. “I’m not crazy! He could kill me! Did you think about that? Or are you still trying to play captain savior? I don’t know his fucking name so leave it alone!” You finally snapped as you glared at Oliver. He sighed, “I’m sorry..I know you’re going through a lot right now but I just don’t want you to get hurt. But..if you say you don’t know his name then I’ll believe you.” He resigned.

“thank you” you sighed also, “I appreciate you being here for me so much Oliver, it’s understandable that you wanna help as much as possible but there’s only so much we can do.” You said honestly. “You’re right, I just hope that fucking weirdo stays away from now on.” He said while running his fingers through his hair, feeling stressed about the situation as well.

“Wanna eat ice cream and watch romcoms?” He suggested after a moment of silence, you smiled at the offer. “I’d love to.” You happily agreed, plopping down onto the couch and patting the spot beside you signaling Oliver to join, to which he excitedly did. This was great to temporarily clear your mind from the current dark cloud in your life. You called out of work today too, not wanting to take the chance of encountering Toji again and needing a break from that nightmare of a job.

Toji was not happy at all to see an unfamiliar face that wasn’t yours when he entered the hardware shop that night. He was already riled up and this was aggravating him even more. He didn’t even bother to buy anything, ignoring the customer service greeting from the middle aged stout man that now stood behind the counter, Toji just left the store almost as soon as he came in, his feet bringing him to your apartment. He saw that your friend’s car was still parked outside, making his jaw tick in annoyance.

He pulled out his phone and called your number that he gained without your permission, using his sources that made his way of living a much smoother process. You were still on the couch, with a now fast asleep Oliver laid on your lap when you heard your phone ring. Being the ditz you were you didn’t even check the caller ID, just answering the call without a single thought. “Hello?” You greeted. “Tell him to leave.” Toji demanded lowly on the other end of the line.

Your breath caught, goosebumps forming over your skin as fear filled you again for the 4th time this week. “How did you get my number?” You breathed shakily into the phone. “Don’t worry about that. Get your little friend to fucking leave while I’m asking nicely.” He gritted in response. Tears filled your eyes, you were sick of crying now but it seemed that’s all you knew how to do lately.

“No. You need to leave me alone. I didn’t do anything. What do you want from me?” You exasperated, you kept your tone hushed though not wanting to wake Oliver. “I want you. Just you, my pretty prey just for me to play with.” He hummed darkly, his words giving you shivers and shocking you. That’s the last thing you expected to hear and you hated that the untamed part of your brain seemed to like the sound of it. You tried to shake that feeling away though.

“Why me?. I’m nobody. Just leave me alone please.” You pleaded, tears streaming down your cheeks now as you sniffled softly. As much as Toji loved to hear you cry and beg, he was getting annoyed. “Look dollface I really fucking hate repeating myself so here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re gonna kick your boy toy out or I’m gonna let myself in and pour his pulsing bloody guts all over your nice shiny hardwood flooring. You want that sweetheart?” He wasn’t even giving you an ultimatum, he was making a statement that he intended to fully act on.

You gasped in horror, “Y-You’re sick!” You spat in disgust as you began to sob. Oliver had awoken now, instantly getting worried seeing your current state. “Time’s ticking sweetheart. I’m giving you 5 minutes. tick tock tick tock.” He taunted in a haunting manner, instantly raising your anxiety the moment he hung up. “You need to leave!” You blurted to Oliver, your eyes wide in a panic as you literally tried to physically grab him and push him out.

You didn’t even process his words asking ‘are you okay?’ and ‘what happened’, your mind just solely focused on kicking him out before your personal monster came to kill him. “Just leave! I’m okay but please just leave!” You practically screamed at him as you cried. He was baffled as he stared at you in confusion and shock, you looked crazed at the moment and it scared him a little. “Woah..I’ll go..just relax, okay? I’m here for you if you need me just give me a call..” He replied in a calming soft tone that eased you a little but still didn’t stop the racing of your heartbeat that was fueled by fear.

You let out a breath of relief once Oliver finally left but that relief was short lived when Toji creeped into your apartment soon after. He was still covered in all black from head to toe, hood over his head covering most of his face in a dark shadow and blood soaked into his clothing, just barely noticeable due to how well it seeped and blended into the dark shade of black he wore. “You just beat the clock little mouse. Congratulations.” He teased, it was not amusing at all to you nor was it celebratory.

“Aw peach, don’t act so petrified and down, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He cooed, seeing the shell shocked teary eyed scared look on your face. To be honest Toji was thrilled to see your face, it instantly brought him peace for some reason unknown to him. He was so riled up moments ago but now he felt a smidge of sanity and comfort being in your presence. “Y-You’re a liar..you were gonna hurt Oliver.” You managed to mutter out shakily.

“Eh, that’s because I don’t like him. I like you though little bun, more than you know. So I’m not gonna hurt you, unless you want me to.” He said honestly with a smirk that you could see appear on his visible lips. Toji then took his hood off, allowing you to see his face and all its glory, it was truly such a curse that he was actually attractive. You naturally got lost in his features, admiring his looks against your better instincts.

Toji noticed you eating up his looks with your eyes, making a smug grin form on his lips. If he wasn’t a psycho stalker who was obsessed with haunting you, you would’ve swooned at the sight. “You like my face, peaches? It’s all yours if you want.” He teased with a grin. Your face scrunched up in disgust, “Ack, you’re deranged.” You insulted, he only grinned more. “Aw, that’s putting it lightly sweetheart.” He hummed as he sat on your couch, making himself comfortable as he manspreaded.

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, him acting all cozy in your home as if it was his. “You tell the police about me little mouse?. Saw them here early this mornin’, you tryna get rid of me already? The fun just started though bun.” He questioned almost in a mocking tone with false sentiment, faking a pout as he looked at you. You were baffled, “You saw them? Why are you watching me and my house? You fucking creep!” You exclaimed.

He rolled his eyes, “That’s not important. You know you’re terrible at listening and answering questions. I’ll train you well though.” He talked as if he didn’t hear anything you said, completely ignoring your questions. “You won’t be training anything. You need to leave me alone and get the fuck out of my house now!” You demanded as you marched over to him, full of anger, feeling sick and tired of dealing with this.

“Aw, you look so adorable all angry peaches. You really want me to go? make me leave then. Come on, give it your best shot. I won’t fight back I promise.” He taunted with an amused grin. You hated his condescending tone, it was so belittling and made you want to punch him. You knew you wouldn’t stand a chance against him though, but you weren’t about to let him win without at least attempting to fight.

So without a second thought, you charged at him, using all your strength to get him off your couch. He was true to his word and didn’t fight back at all, which it’s not like he had to because you couldn’t get him to budge at all. He was like a boulder, an immovable statue, you attempted to push, pull, drag, and even hit the man, but nothing worked. Toji honestly had to hold back from laughing at your attempts, he had to admit though he admired your spirit and will to put up a fight even though you knew it was fruitless.

It was starting to frustrate you as you grew exhausted from exerting your energy to get him to leave. “You done yet?” He asked you in a bored tone, noticing you getting tired and moving slower. Tears pooled in your eyes once again from the frustration. “I hate you! Just leave me alone!” You sniffled as you glared at him with your teary eyes. “Awe, you know things would be much smoother for you if you didn’t fight against me so much sweetie.” He cooed.

You weren’t trying to hear that bullshit, since fighting him wasn’t working, you were gonna go to desperate lengths. You ran into your kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife you had. Toji perked up, “This is so typical. A knife little mouse is like a needle to me.” he sighed. You blocked out his words, charging for him again but with more spite this time.

He fought back this time, standing up and towering over you, dodging you as you attempted to stab him, no precision in your movements just going for it with the hopes of getting lucky. Your wild movement ended up paying off, because you managed to cut his arm, it wasn’t any serious damage but it felt like a victory to you. “shit.” He muttered. That small pride you had quickly dissipated though when Toji snatched you up.

He ended up pinning you down underneath him onto the floor, gripping your wrists in a painful hold as he held your arms above your head. “My patience is running very fucking thin with you little mouse so I suggest you start acting right unless you want me to show you why you should be very fucking afraid of me.” He stated, his tone serious and menacing as he stared you down, face inches apart from yours.

You were pouting, tears falling from your eyes, breathing heavily from trying to fight him. You felt so trapped in this situation, trapped by him, it was never ending. “Now, drop the knife peaches, while I’m still being nice.” he told you, forewarning you of the consequences you’d face if you didn’t listen to him. You obeyed, dropping the knife and letting it clatter onto the floor. “Good girl, wasn’t so hard was it?” He hummed, looking into your spiteful eyes.

“Are you getting off on this? Stalking me, harassing me, ruining my life? Does it satisfy that fucked up brain of yours? Preying on me like some deranged animal, you’re a monster. I’ll never be yours, not even in your sick perverted dreams. You piece of shit.” You said to him, full of hatred, voice not having any edge to it but full of intent to hurt him. It didn’t hurt him though, it amused him actually. “That was a nice monologue bun, you just came up with that? I’m impressed.” He teased.

“I’ll humor you though. I do get off on it, love seeing those tears in your pretty eyes, hearing you scream and sob in fear, the way you tremble and how your breathing slows down and picks up, how naive and unaware you are, I’m addicted to it. Especially now, you should see yourself right now bun because fuckk…you look so petrified I just wanna eat you alive.” He expressed, leaning close to you and breathing in your scent, exhaling into your neck and making you tremble and whine quietly in fear.

“smell so good little mouse, it’s intoxicating.” He sighed as he pressed himself against you more, you felt helpless underneath him trapped in his hold. “T-Toji..please just leave me be, I won’t tell anyone I promise.” You whined, attempting to plead again. “Fuck, it sounds so good when you say my name like that sweetheart, can you say it again for me?” He was too caught up in your voice, your body, your scent, your presence to even hear your pleas anymore.

His cock was painfully hard in his pants, so turned on by you and your being. You could feel his dick pressing against you as he was positioned between your spread legs, it was making your mind jumbled up, now struggling to focus on the situation at hand. “You feel how hard I am for you peaches?. God, I wanna ruin you so bad. Feel your cute cunt squeezing and pulsating around me.” He practically groaned as he began to rock his hips against yours.

You could barely process what was happening, it was lost on you how you ended up here after just trying to stab this man. But you hated to admit that it felt so good, your pussy betraying you as it throbbed in need and soaked your panties in your wetness. “Look at you, letting a monster, your stalker, dry hump you on the floor, such a dirty pathetic little slut. A little attention to your pussy and you shut the fuck up.” He degraded, you moaned embarrassingly in response, your hips starting to push back against his desperately as you chased an orgasm.

“I-I’m not a slut” you defended yourself as you whined, Toji scoffed. “Yet you’re humping me like a bitch in heat. Are you just a slut for me then? Is that what you’re trying to say peaches?” He spoke directly into your ear, the feeling of his lips and breath against your earlobe sending shivers down your spine. “Never for you!” You managed to spit out despite the pleasure that was currently clouding your mind.

Toji’s jaw ticked at that, “For that Oliver kid then?. I’ll slit his throat you know. Right in front of you. Make you watch as his blood slowly pours from his body.” He threatened, you whimpered shaking your head frantically, not wanting that to happen at all. “Don’t hurt him, please.” You sobbed, Toji just rolled his eyes in response. Despite the horrific convo, your hips never ceased their movement, rocking desperately against Toji’s as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist.

You felt sick for giving into pleasure from such a monster but you couldn’t stop, it felt too good and there was a part of you that you tried to deny that got off on being afraid of Toji, like some twisted adrenaline rush. “Say that you’re mine then, and I won’t hurt him.” He pressed as he wrapped one of his hands around your throat, squeezing slightly and making you moan.

Toji didn’t know why he was so hooked on you to the point of jealousy, but he had to have you as his or else he’d kill anyone who would even think to take you away from him. “Come on, sweet girl. I know you can say it for me.” He uttered as he rocked his hips harder against yours, his clothed cock bumping against your clit in the most delicious way. With pleasure clouding your mind, you couldn’t even make proper judgement any more, all you wanted to do was cum and appease the man who was able to give you that relief. “I-I’m yours, all yours, please” you cried as you bucked your hips against his feverishly.

Toji’s eyes nearly rolled back hearing you say those words, it satiated him to the fullest. He wasn’t gonna let you take those words back either, from now on you were his officially, whether you liked it or not. “I knew you were a smart girl, all that fight for nothing. You just wanted to give me a hard time, hm?.” He cooed as he squeezed at your throat again, a proud grin on his face. You just nodded and moaned in response, solely focused on the orgasm you were chasing.

Toji moved his grip to your jaw, squishing your cheeks together as he leaned down to kiss you. You wanted to avoid the kiss, you didn’t want to go that far as to kiss your psycho stalker you felt you had a least enough morals for that. Toji of course didn’t care one bit about you trying to move your head, tightening his grip on your face as he pressed his lips messily against yours.

You whimpered at the feeling of his fingers digging painfully into your soft cheeks, he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into your opened mouth. His tongue tangling with yours and exploring the caverns of your mouth, you hated that you moaned into the kiss, your body betraying you.

“I don’t know why you continue to fight me when you know you won’t win. Just accept your fate bun, your soul is now tainted, forever entangled to mine. If you even think you can escape me, forget about it because I’ll always capture you again. My sweet beautiful mouse..made for me.” He spoke in sickly sweet tone as he kissed you in an affectionate manner that made your skin crawl.

You hated how his words seemed like reality, you didn’t want to believe it but it seemed that you were bound to this man now and that you would never be able to get away. That thought alone seemed dreadful and you wanted to erase it from your mind. Toji trailed his kisses down to your chest, roughly pulling down your shirt and bra and starting to kiss and suck at your nipples. Your back arched and you moaned at the attention to your erect nipples, his teeth grazing and biting at them making you whine out his name.

“Fuck, I love it so much when you say my name peaches. In that whiny pathetic voice of yours, makes me crazy, you know?” He groaned against your skin as he continued to push his hips against yours. “Y-you’re already crazy you- ah sick fucking bastard.” You said, your words holding no edge to them due to your moans as Toji tugged at your nipples.

“You like it though, don’t you? That’s why you’re letting me treat you like a dirty whore. You get off on me stalking you bun? Hm? You like that I can hurt you if I wanted to? I could easily kill you right now. Snap your neck, strangle you, stab you, how’d you like me to kill you peaches? I know you’ve imagined it, picturing it vividly while your little clit twitches in need at the visual. You’re the one that’s sick. A whore for a killer, what would your mother think of you?” He provoked, his words bringing tears to your eyes and turning your brain to mush.

You came at that moment, your body trembling as you cried and came in your panties, making a sticky mess. Toji whistled as he watched you fall apart, a grin on his face. “So pretty peaches, love seeing you like this.” Toji muttered in adoration as he watched you cry, he licked up your tears like a sick pervert, groaning in pleasure as he did at the salty taste. He came too, his cum pouring into his jeans in ropes, soaking the black denim. You immediately felt regret and shame afterwards, continuing to cry as reality sank in.

“Awe bun, I’m not so bad really. Cheer up.” He half assed comforted as he squished your puffy cheeks. “I hate you!” You sniffled as you looked up into his eyes. “I know, but that’s just a phase. You’ll get over it.” He dismissed nonchalantly as he got off you, standing up and pulling off his hoodie. You couldn’t help the way your eyes widened seeing his sculpted body in the fitted tank top he wore underneath, ‘why the fuck does he have to be so visually perfect?’ You thought.

You frowned though seeing the bleeding cut you left on his arm, you should still feel happy about successfully hurting the psycho but you were too soft hearted. “Does it hurt?” You asked softly. He scoffed, amused slightly at your question. “Cute. But no, it doesn’t. This is nothing to me sweetheart.” He said honestly. You still felt a tad concerned about the blood running down his arm but you decided to take his word on it that he was fine.

“Clean me up if you feel so bad bun.” He said with a sly grin. “Clean you up?..” you repeated, clueless. Toji pulled you up so that you were on your knees, his hand laid on top of your head as if you were a pet. “Come on, put that tongue to good use. Since you love to mouth off.” He pressed as he pushed your head close to his crotch. You felt so small, so inferior, as he had you in this position and demanded you to do something so nasty and degrading. But that sick part of you did enjoy it and wanted to do it, and you hated that part of you.

You let out a shaky breath before you ran your tongue along the soaked tainted fabric of his jeans. It was so rough against your tongue, you could taste the remnants of his cum along with a metallic taste of blood and you had no clue who or where the blood came from, giving you chills at the thought and the taste making you cringe. You instantly stopped and pulled away, wanting to rid the taste from your mouth as your saliva built up due to you not wanting to swallow.

Toji laughed at the disgusted look on your face, he was laughing at you and that realization made you feel so humiliated and sick. “Aww, such a good pet for me. Doesn’t it taste good, Hm?” He teased as he patted your head as if you were a dog, it made you even more embarrassed and infuriated you. You were pulled back into the reality that this was a sadistic psycho in front of you that you hated with every fiber of your being.

With the anger and humiliation fueling you, you stood up and spit in his face. Satisfactory filling you as you watched the spit run disgustingly down his chin. Toji froze, his eyes closing as he breathed in a slow heavy breath. “How’s that taste?” You retorted back with pride at catching him off guard and gaining the upper hand for just a second. Although you felt fearless at the moment, something about how calm he was made you nervous. The way his soulless green eyes pierced into you, unwavering; left you on edge.

Before you had enough sense to run off, he grabbed you quicker than you could think. His large arms trapping you in a painful chokehold and lifting you off the floor as you kicked and trashed, hands clawing desperately at his arms. Toji just hummed into your ear as you struggled to breathe, choking and gargling over your screams that barely seemed to make it out.

“You did this to yourself you know? if you just were a good little mouse you wouldn’t end up like this. Constantly provoking me knowing I don’t want to hurt you..tch, such a shame.” He spoke in an almost disapproving tone, speaking so calmly as if he wasn’t literally crushing your air supply. “F-Fuck You!” You managed to choke out in response. “Soon.” He hummed before he pressed a soft peck to your temple. You wanted to gag, he truly was sick and deranged.

Toji waited until that moment he felt your fight start to die down and your eyes start to flutter close to let you go, dropping you onto the floor like you were nothing. You went into a coughing fit, caressing your throat as you tried to suck in as much air as possible. “If you play nice, I will too.” He told you, he was being honest but he could tell by now that you were stubborn, so was he though.

You scoffed, wiping your tears as you stood back up “I don’t want to play with you. I’m tired of this shit. I should’ve fucking told the police your name, should’ve told them every fucking thing. Should’ve got rid of your ass.” You ranted as you walked aimlessly around your now messy apartment, walking just to ease your emotions. Toji watched you, wiping your saliva off his face with his tank top as he did.

“Aw bun, you didn’t rat on me to the cops? That’s so sweet, knew I could count of you.” He sweetly said with a fake grin that was mocking. “You can’t get rid of me though sweetie, even the police can’t keep me away. I’ll always find you and trap you, so you might as well get used to me.” He said seriously, dropping the sweet act. You felt like pulling your hair out, this man was actually driving you crazy.

You decided to use your brain for once though and start thinking more rationally about this situation. You knew you couldn’t fight him anymore, you had lost that battle enough and you didn’t know if you’d survive the next time. You knew you couldn’t escape him or get him locked up, so scratch that idea too. You didn’t want to comply to this creep…but it seemed like the only option for now..but if you were gonna do it, you were gonna do it on your terms.

“Alright let’s make a deal.” You offered suddenly after your thinking session. Toji had cleaned and patched up the cut you gave him while you took your time thinking to yourself. His interest was piqued, raising a brow as he looked at you “What kind of deal?” He asked. “About this..companionship? no that’s not it, this hostage situation? yeah that’s better.” You began to ramble. “Get to the point.” He urged you, not having the patience for your antics any longer.

“asshole..” you muttered. “Anyways, I’ll be ‘yours’ or whatever the fuck. But you have to listen to me, no more hurting me physically or making threats to me or anyone close to me, and no more stalking me either.” You stated, arms crossed as you stood in front of Toji who was sat on your couch again. Toji scratched at the faint stubble that was starting to grow on his chin as he considered your offer.

“Hm, seems boring but not bad. I have some terms too though, I have to know all of your whereabouts and who you’re with, I also get to come and stay in your home as I wish, and I get to fuck that tight cunt of yours. How’s that deal sound?” He stated back, declaring his own wishes. You stared at him in disbelief, “sounds like bullshit! You’re not touching me, fucking pervert!” You huffed. “No deal then.” He chuckled as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Why can’t you just compromise with me?. I’m literally giving you what you want.” You sighed, exhausted with the whole situation. “I am compromising, you’re the one still being stubborn. It was your idea to make a deal.” He shrugged. “Also it’s ironic that you’re acting like you’d rather die than have me touch you but it seemed like you were enjoying yourself quite a bit when you were grinding that desperate cunt on my dick.” He reminded you with an amused grin, the reminder filling you with embarrassment all over again.

“It was a moment of weakness…shut up about it. Just agree to the deal, there will be no fucking though. Understand?” You stood on your terms, unwilling to bend to his again and let him win. “No deal.” He replied once again, standing up and grabbing his hoodie. “I’ll be back to see you again bun, hopefully you’ll come to your senses by then.” He grinned and placed a kiss on your forehead before he left your apartment, leaving you standing in your living room speechless.

You took a shower, wanting to wash off any trace of Toji left on your body and wash away your sins. You were spaced out underneath the hot water, the steamed filled bathroom creating a warm blanket on your skin. You had so many thoughts and no thoughts at all at the same time, Toji’s entrance into your life had completely mind fucked you. While you had always wished for something exciting and new to your boring, mundane, routinely life, this was not what you wished for or expected at all to add spark to your life.

You’d like to think that maybe this was all for a reason though, that this all had some purpose even though the purpose seemed pretty fucked up. You turned off your shower and got out, getting wrapped in your fluffy cozy towel and then curling up into a ball onto your bed. You didn’t bother to get dressed as you drifted off to sleep after yet another draining day. Unfortunately though, the man you desperately wanted peace from also plagued your dreams.

“so pretty for me peaches, crying so sweetly while swallowing my cock. You were meant for this, hm? taking my cock down that little throat.” Toji purred as he held your hair in a tight grip, holding your head in place as your nose pressed against his pelvis, his trimmed pubic hairs tickling your face as you gargled around his cock.

Your eyes rolled back, choked moans and whines leaving your drool and precum stuffed mouth as Toji’s booted foot pressed and rubbed against your cunt. The friction pushing you to the edge as you rutted pathetically on his shoe like a cheap desperate whore. “dirty fucking slut, you like being treated like this, don’t you? treated like a braindead bitch, only good for one thing.” He degraded you harshly, thrusting hard into your throat, his balls slapping painfully against your chin.

You tears pooled from your eyes as you let Toji use you as he wished, like his own personal slut made special for him. You’d never admit to liking the treatment you received from Toji, too ashamed of your deep rooted masochism. But that part of yourself that you were in denial about and tried to fight against was the reason you hadn’t fully pushed Toji away yet, he was bringing that side of you to the surface and it scared you.

You woke up from your deep sleep with a whine, rolling and stretching around in your cozy bed. “Sleeping naked and moaning my name in your sleep..” Toji tsked, the sound of his voice making you sit up with a gasp. “It’s like you’re doing this on purpose peaches. You’re lucky I do have some sort of morals, or else I would’ve had my way with you since your unconscious self clearly wants it.” He teased, a grin resting on his scarred lips as he leaned against your doorframe.

“Why are you always fucking around?” You groaned in annoyance, wrapping your blankets closer around your indecent body. “Because I can be, you’re already getting tired of seeing my face bun? That’s a shame, here I thought you wanted to cum on my face because you loved it so much it made your pussy drool just from the sight of it.” He said in faux disappointment while shaking his head.

His words and wittiness never failed to baffle you. “I hate you.” You muttered, repeating those words you felt so deeply. He laughed, “I know sweetie, that’s the best part though. You hating me but being unable to get rid of me, like an annoying piece of gum stuck to your shoe. Although I don’t think you actually hate me that much, you just want to convince yourself of that.” He responded. You just stared at him, “and you said Oliver talked too much..” you mumbled.

“Get out so I can get dressed, I’m tired of your presence.” You told him. “Say please.” He requested immediately, that annoying grin still on his face. You sighed, “Please.” You obliged, no longer having any energy to fight him or argue with him. To your surprise he actually listened and exited the room after you asked politely. You weren’t gonna give him any brownie points though, he was still a psycho that was stalking you.

You freshened up and got dressed in a baggy t-shirt and some leggings, wanting to be comfy since you had no intentions of going out today. You put your coily hair into a puff on top of your head and then walked out your bedroom to find Toji sitting on your couch. He seemed to enjoy being on your couch as he made himself comfortable and even started watching tv. “Don’t you have a job or something? Or your own damn house?” You asked, slightly irritated but choosing to not let his looming presence get to you.

“Aw, finally interested in me bun?. I do have my own house, just prefer being in yours. I guess you could say I have a job if killing people counts as a profession.” He answered casually. You stared at him wide eyed, “That does not count! You’re a murderer!” You exclaimed. “You’re just now catching that?. Sweetie, I knew you were a little slow witted but come on now. You literally saw me kill someone.” He said as he looked at you, watching how your expression turned into one of horror as realization hit you.

“Oh my fucking god! Oh my god! You’re the serial killer Oliver was telling me about!” You couldn’t believe it, even though part of you always knew, the confirmation was terrifying. You felt almost dizzy at the realization that this whole time you were dealing with an actual serial killer, not just some really dangerous mentally unstable stalker. “You really lack awareness skills..I don’t know how you’ve survived until now.” He muttered, genuinely surprised at how clueless you actually were.

“…are you planning to kill me?” You knew by now it was probably stupid to ask, but you didn’t know so you had to make sure. “Little mouse, If I was planning to kill you I would’ve done it the moment I met you. No, I don’t plan on killing you nor do I plan on hurting you.” He told you honestly. You felt a little relief hearing that, “You’ve already hurt me though? My neck is literally bruising.” You stated, calling him out. “In my defense, you pulled a knife on me and tried to stab me.” He said as he held his hands up halfway in an appearance of surrendering.

“Touché” You couldn’t refute his stance since it was valid. You hated how casual conversing with him was becoming though, especially with him being in your house it was all beginning to feel a little too ‘domestic’ but maybe that was his goal to make you get used to him and comfortable with him. You tried to ignore that feeling though, trying to constantly remind yourself of the fact that Toji was a terrible monster.

You went into your kitchen and began to cook breakfast for yourself, well it was just for you until of course Toji made himself known. “smells good, whatcha’ making?” he hummed as he came up behind you, his body towering over you as you stood in front of your stove. It gave you Deja vu to the moment the two of you shared in the hardware store, when he told you his name. The moment that tied you to him. “food.” You responded bluntly.

“Don’t be so mean peaches, it doesn’t suit you.” He said, the soft manner he spoke in currently was too soothing to your ears and you knew it shouldn’t be affecting you the way it did. You sighed, “It’s just eggs, bacon, oatmeal, and biscuits.” you finally answered properly. “Mm, sounds amazing. You making some for me too? you know sharing is caring.” He hummed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to comfortably rest his head on your shoulder.

This position felt way too intimate and you hated the way it gave you little flutters in your chest. “Make your own food.” You huffed softly. “I can’t cook.” He responded honestly, which took you aback a little because you weren’t expecting that response. “What do you eat then?” You asked out of curiosity, you just received silence and no answer in response. “When’s the last time you ate?” You questioned as you now turned your head a little to look at him, feeling concerned now.

He just shrugged, “Not too long ago. It slips my mind sometimes.” He said as if it was nothing. “That’s not okay. How do you not remember when you last ate?. You need to eat something.” You frowned, your natural empathetic nature coming out as you actually felt worried about the dangerous man holding you. Toji smiled seeing you worry over him, “You’re so cute bun, all sympathetic for a killer.” He cooed before he pecked your cheek.

You blushed but tried to hide it as you focused your attention back on the stove. “Shut up. I’ll make some extra for you..” you muttered. “Aw, see I knew you liked me bun.” He chuckled as he squeezed you affectionately for a second before letting you go, going to sit at the island to watch you as you continued cooking. You finished cooking pretty fast though, making a plate for yourself and Toji.

Those domestic feelings came back as you handed the plate of food to him, everything just felt too personal and intimate and it was messing with your mind. Toji actually politely thanked you for the food to your surprise, “So you do have some manners.” You remarked as you sat with him and began to eat. “I told you I’m not all that bad peaches, just gotta warm up to me.” He grinned before he started eating as well.

Toji ate as if it was the best meal he’d ever had and it honestly flattered you a lot. “I should marry you, so you can cook for me forever.” He suddenly said as he finished eating. “You’re actually crazy if you think I’d ever marry your ass.” You laughed while shaking your head. “I am crazy though, you know this. You reconsider your little deal yet?” He reminded you. “I’m not changing my stance, you’re not fucking me.” You stood on your terms.

“You just love to be difficult. I bet I could fuck that out of you, make you all pliant and obedient. Turn you into a babbling mess, fucked stupid. When’s the last time you even got fucked, hm?” He asked, genuinely curious. You gasped, “That’s none of your business!. Why must you always be so perverted? Creep.” You avoided the question, feeling flustered from his crude words.

“So I’m gonna take that as an obvious answer that you haven’t been fucked in a long time. You love being in denial, don’t you? You want me so bad, you just don’t want to admit it yourself.” He called you out, you honestly didn’t have any comebacks because he was right despite you not wanting to admit that. “You think you know everything but you’re wrong.” You huffed, wanting to keep your pride even though you knew you’d lost that long ago when you first got caught in Toji’s trap.

“I’m never wrong peaches. You’re just a coward. Always the ever so frightened little mouse, even afraid of your own self. It’s a shame really.” He said while shaking his head in mock disappointment. His words stung, offending you more than you expected them to. The truth did hurt. “I’m not a coward, I fought you didn’t I?. That’s enough evidence that I’m not cowardly. I’m just not a sick fucking pervert like you.” You spat, anger building in your tone due to feeling belittled.

Toji was amused at how easily riled up you got over a few words, he knew he’d hit the nail on the head. “You are just as sick as me though bun, I’m just more open about it than you are. You’re a dirty fucking slut, wanting to be hurt and humiliated by me, treated as if you’re nothing but a flesh toy for pleasure, isn’t that right?. That’s what you were dreaming about earlier weren’t you, love? dreaming about me having my way with you, turning you into my little pet. Oh how I’d love to make your little dream into a reality bun, to mold your cunt into the shape of my cock.”

Toji went on and on, his hand moving to grip your face as he spoke those filthy words that had your pussy pulsating in need. You didn’t want to give in but god did he make it sound so good, your body desperately craved it despite your better instincts telling you no. “Tell me you want it.” Toji uttered lowly against your lips. You felt like you stopped breathing for a second, the world freezing around you as you got lost in the moment with Toji so close to you and persuading you to give into your deepest desires.

You decided to not listen to your incessant back and forth thoughts for once and just allow yourself to make a decision solely on your inner feelings that wanted to desperately to claw out. “I want it..” you breathed out, sealing your fate. Toji didn’t waste a second as he pressed his lips against yours with vigor, grabbing you and pulling you into his arms as he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

He lifted you onto the kitchen countertop, making you gasp as your glass plates fell onto the floor and shattered during the process, Toji not bothering to move them. “The glass!” You tried to point out, your words getting muffled due to Toji kissing you hard and messily. “clean it up later.” He brushed off as he gripped your thighs harshly, trailing his feverish kisses down your neck, dragging his tongue along your neck up to your jawline. It honestly seemed as if Toji genuinely wanted to eat you up.

Toji ripped your shirt, startling you as the fabric tore with ease, you pouted a little as you watched Toji toss it aside since you actually liked that shirt. You couldn’t dwell on that thought for much longer though as Toji began to mark you as his, sucking and biting those pretty red and purple blemishes across the expanse of your body. You whimpered and squirmed every time he bit you, the sting of his teeth digging into your skin and the coating of his saliva afterwards when he’d lick and suck over the forming bruise.

“it hurts” you whined. “good, it should hurt. You deserve it for being such a fucking slut.” He degraded as his hand came down hard to slap your boob, causing you to let out a sob. “You look so pretty like this, covered in my marks, tears filling up those brown eyes. So perfect for me little mouse.” Toji cooed, a complete contrast to his previous tone as he continued to harshly play with your boobs, tugging your nipples and slapping them until you were fully crying.

“Ah, there she goes. My pretty crybaby.” He grinned sadistically as he watched you cry. He smoothed his hands over your now sore boobs as he kissed at your tear streaked cheeks. He was so hot and cold, constantly changing from being cruel and mean to being the slightest bit of sweet and caring, it messed up your head. The switches making you dizzy. Toji removed your panties and leggings, his eyes taking in and admiring every part of your body once you were fully naked underneath him.

Toji wanted to memorize every inch of your body, engrain it and paint it inside his mind. You felt a little self conscious under his intense stare, especially since he was still clothed while you were completely bare in front of him. “stop staring. pervert..” you muttered, embarrassed as you attempted to cover yourself up with your hands. “don’t try to be modest now, move your fucking hands or I’ll cut them off.” He threatened, tone menacing as he stared you down with those dark evil eyes.

You trembled a bit in fear, moving your hands away as your lip quivered due to your tears. Though you were scared shitless, you were so turned on, the fear making your pussy clench around nothing as your arousal started to drip out. “good girl.” He praised, making you swoon for a second because it felt so good to be praised. “look at this cute cunt, weeping to be touched. So fucking wet and I’ve barely touched you. Such a fucking touch deprived whore.” He tsked as he ran his fingers through your soaked folds.

He spread his fingers, admiring the sight of your creamy essence clinging to them. You moaned at the feeling of his rough padded fingers playing with your pussy, your legs subconsciously spreading wider as Toji began to rub circles onto your clit with his thumb. “such a sloppy pussy.” He said as he pushed a finger into your needy cunt, your walls eagerly swallowing up his thick finger.

Your eyes fluttered at the stimulation of Toji’s finger filling you up, you truly were touch starved and sensitive, already getting bliss from the pleasure of his fingers rubbing against your plush walls. You shamelessly rocked your hips onto Toji’s finger, matching the pace of his thrusts as you moaned. Toji almost groaned at the sight of you losing yourself over a single finger.

“Fucking cock hungry whore, just one finger and your pussy is dripping all over my hand. You gonna cum just from my fingers fucking into this useless cunt, hm?” He was relentless as he shoved another finger inside you, curling them just right to make you cry out. His hand came down again, this time slapping your pussy repeatedly. The wet smack smack smack sounding throughout the kitchen as he battered your poor pussy, making you twitch and sob at the agonizing pleasure.

You were so wet, your fluids soaking Toji’s hand and dripping onto your pristine kitchen countertop. Your clit throbbing and pussy clenching each time Toji slapped your cunt, while his fingers pressed against that sweet spot that had your eyes rolling back. “So pretty for me, making a mess of yourself bun.” He sighed in awe as his eyes took in your state.

Your body all marked up in red and purple bruises, tears pouring down your puffy cheeks, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, legs trembling and toes curling, hair strands falling from that puff on your head, slick coating your thighs and dripping everywhere. Toji was so enamored by the sight that he felt he had to document it, pulling out his phone and pressing record.

“You should see yourself bun, so fucking slutty and pathetic. Fucks sake, I should show this video to the world. Let everyone see just how much of a greedy bitch you are.” He taunted as he captured your filthy state on camera. You whined, shaking your head as you cried. “N-No! please don’t.” You begged as you moaned and cried nonstop. “Awe peach, look at you being so polite and asking so nicely. I’ve already trained you so well.” He spoke in that sweet condescending tone of his as his fingers never ceased their movement inside your wet cunt.

“I could show your little friend Oliver, reveal to him how much of a pain kink whore you are. He’d probably be so disgusted to find out that such a cute dollface like you is just a slut that loves to be treated like worthless pet.” He laughed, his threats were empty ones but he loved how panicked and upset they made you. You cried harder at his words, hands moving to grab the phone from him and throw it aside.

Toji didn’t like that at all, slapping you in the face the moment his phone hit the floor. “Fucking disobedient bitch. What the fuck did I tell you about those hands?” He growled angrily at you, you could barely process his words as you were cumming hard, cunt spasming on Toji’s fingers as you sobbed loudly, face stinging due to the slap. You don’t remember the last time you came that hard, Toji slapping you pushing you over the edge. Your head was buzzing as your creamy climax coated Toji’s hand, seeping through the cracks of his fingers.

“Did I say you could cum?” He asked, glaring down at you as he slapped your thigh, you whimpered. “m’sorry.” You pouted as you looked back up at him, meeting his eyes with your teary ones. “You never fucking listen, just a braindead whore.” He said, tone agitated while shaking his head. “I don’t think you deserve my cock, been an insolent girl with no manners.” He reprimanded, you truly felt like he was scolding you and it made you feel more desperate to please him.

“no no, ‘m so sorry, please please. I’ll be good, I promise.” You pleaded unabashedly as you tugged needily at his pants loops, you wanted him to be inside you so badly you felt as if you’d die if he didn’t fill you up. He had successfully brainwashed you, making you crave him insatiably. Toji smirked as he listened to you beg, his chest swelling with pride at the fact that he got you to this point.

“You’ll be good?. You think you deserve it? I don’t know if your words are good enough.” He teased as he pushed his cum covered fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself as he shoved his fingers down your throat. You moaned and gagged around his fingers, “I’wll do anyfthing, pwease, I sw’er” you sobbed, words muffled and slurred around Toji’s thick fingers as you continued to beg.

“Aw, you’ll do anything bun? you’ll be mine forever?” He asked as he smiled down at you. You nodded instantly in response, “that’s my girl.” He cooed prior to placing a kiss on your forehead. You felt giddy about the small show of affection, smiling around Toji’s fingers. Toji pulled his fingers from your mouth, undoing his pants and pulling out his hard cock that was dripping precum down the veins of his heavy cock.

You were practically drooling at the sight, hips moving to eagerly push against the tip of his pretty cock that curved a little to the left. “so needy.” He murmured as he tapped the tip of his cock repeatedly on your abused red puffy clit, your back arching slightly at the stimulation to your sensitive clit. “n-need you inside, please” you sniffled as you begged once more. “yeah yeah, I heard you shut the fuck up.” He dismissed as he finally shoved his cock into your hungry walls.

You moaned out, head thrown back as his cock filled you up to the brim. “Fuckk” Toji groaned as he got consumed in your tight cunt squeezing around his cock. “Feeding this cock deprived fucking pussy. shit.” He gritted as he began to pound into you, not waiting for you to adjust to his size at all as he slammed into you mercilessly. You were getting fucked stupid, mouth parted with no sounds coming out, hands holding onto Toji’s shirt and nails clawing at his chest as he fucked you like his life depended on it.

Toji hissed at the sight of his cock bulging in your stomach, pressing his hand down on it to feel the movement of his dick inside you each time he pushed in and out. “You feel that peaches? My fat cock rearranging your guts? Feels so good doesn’t it princess?” His words falling on your deaf ears as your pussy soaked his dick, the squelching sound growing louder with each thrust as your juices dripped down to his balls. “Ah, my little mouse is finally quiet. All it took was some good dick to shut you up.” Toji huffed a laugh as he observed your fucked out state.

He pushed your legs up over his shoulders, folding you up into a mating press as he seemingly began to slam into you harder, the tip his dick battering your cervix and making you let out a scream. Toji loved hearing you scream, his eyes rolling back at the sound as he groaned into your ear. “Sound so fucking pretty ngh fuck— love this slutty pussy, could fuck it all day.” He moaned as he relentlessly pounded you into your countertop, his balls slapping painfully against the cusp of your ass.

“I should fuck a baby into this needy cunt, tie you to me forever. would you like that bun? Hm?” He breathed into your neck, by now Toji was just as blissed out as you were, saying things he’d never usually say but you felt so good wrapped around him and looking so pretty that he felt like he’d risk it all. “m-mhm, w-wan’ ah mm— wan’ it please” you hiccuped out in between whiny moans. Toji kissed your drool slicked lips, moaning into your mouth as he tasted your saliva. He was truly obsessed with every inch of you, wanted to eat you up, mold your body to his. He felt like he was in heaven being inside you.

“so good for me, taste so fucking good sweet girl. You wanna have the child of a serial killer? Gonna be a good momma?” He spoke in between your messy kisses, his ruthless thrusts never ceasing as your pussy swallowed up his cock with each stroke. “yes! yes! I’ll b-be a g-good mhph- momma” You were too cock drunk to register what you were saying, responding instinctively without thinking.

Your mind and body was solely focused on the drag of Toji’s cock against your walls, his rough hands gripping you and leaving his handprints in addition to your already beautifully marked up form, his breath ghosting your skin, his lips slotted perfectly against yours, his dark sweaty hair that fell over his green eyes, the scar across his lips that seemed mesmerizing every time he moaned and grunted in pleasure. He looked like a wet dream, better than any of the ones you’ve had.

You were a babbling mess as you felt your orgasm build up intensely, back arching as you wailed in deep pleasure “m’ hah- m’gonna-“ you could barely get the words out as your body trembled, pussy clenching and spasming around Toji’s cock. “Do it whore, be a good little bitch and cum all over my cock.” He grunted as he brought attention to your clit, drawing figure 8’s into it and slapping it as your pussy gushed around his cock.

You sobbed, screaming once more as you came hard, squirting and making a mess all over Toji’s lower abdomen and your kitchen countertop. Your whole body shook as you climaxed, it was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had. “there it is, good fucking girl.” He praised as he continued fucking you through your orgasm, his pace unrelenting. You were completely fucked out, body practically going limp as you whined in overstimulation.

It was honestly amazing to you how Toji still had so much energy, pounding into you just as hard and fast as he was when he started, if not harder as he chased his own climax. “you’re so perfect like this, my personal cum dump. Pliant and breedable just for me.” He panted, his balls growing heavy as he neared his orgasm. He was lost in the easy glide of his cock in your sloppy cum soaked cunt, the white ring around the base of his cock and the way more slick gushed out of you with each thrust was enthralling to him.

He couldn’t look away from the sight, along with the way his cock bulged so prominently in your cute tummy and how your pussy throbbed around his cock as if it was begging to be filled with his cum, it sent him over the edge. Toji let out a guttural groan as he came hard, pouring thick white ropes of cum into your spent cunt. “oh fuck-“ he moaned as his thrusts slowed, his hips still moving as he fucked his cum into you. You were just a whiny whimpering mess, eyes closed as you laid there and let Toji use you.

Toji finally let your sore legs drop from his shoulders as he came down from his high. He pulled out slowly, his low eyes watching intently as globs of his cum poured out from your pretty cunt. “You still with me, bun?” He asked you as he ran his fingers through your sensitive folds, pushing his cum back into you with his fingers. “m-mhm” you hummed in response as you trembled slightly in oversensitivity. “s’ too much.” You whined as you weakly tried to push away Toji’s hand.

“shh, it’s okay little mouse. jus’ gotta make sure this cum stays inside this sweet cunt.” He coaxed as he continued his ministrations. You shook your head, letting out a soft sob as another orgasm hit you suddenly. You were way too sensitive and the moment Toji’s fingers hit that spot you fell apart instantly. “Awe bun, you’re so sensitive, cumming so quickly.” He laughed as he found you adorable. He decided to stop torturing you though as he pulled his fingers out, putting them into his mouth and licking the mixture of your fluids off of them.

Toji then picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom as you slumped against him. You still had half the right mind to think that you probably shouldn’t trust Toji at all while in your current vulnerable state but you had already gone this far so you felt you had no choice but to go along. To your surprise, Toji started a shower for the both of you. He actually cleaned you up with care, contrasting to how roughly he treated you as he fucked your brains out.

He even put your bonnet on your head for you before the two of you fell asleep. All this domesticity was jarring to you for a multitude of reasons, but you were currently too exhausted to confront it so you decided to leave it for the morning. Unfortunately for you, your sleep got interrupted by knocking at your door around 4 in the morning. You groaned in annoyance as you tossed and turned a bit.

“sweetie! It’s me! I just really wanted to check up on you after last time!” You heard Oliver’s faint voice call out from outside your apartment door, it made you open your eyes once you registered his voice. You sat up, only to get pulled back down by a groggy Toji who had been sleeping next to you. “leave him.” Toji muttered half asleep. You blinked a few times to process if all of this was real or not.

All you could think was ‘how the fuck did I get here?’ even though you knew the events that brought you to this point you were still baffled. “he’s worried so I can’t just leave him, I’ll talk to him and tell him to go.” You told Toji prior to getting up again, he let you go this time. You grabbed the first clothing item closest to you to cover up your naked body and it just so happened to be Toji’s hoodie. It draped over you like a warm blanket.

You walked to your front door, opening it only slightly to talk to Oliver. “Oh my god, I know it’s really late but I was worried sick so I had to come see you. Are you okay?” He asked you in that concerned tone of his, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you. “yeah, I’m fine. I’m sorry I snapped on you last time, that was uncalled for. I was just…stressed you know.” You apologized and reassured him.

He sighed in relief, “I’m just glad you’re okay. That creepster hasn’t come to bother you again has he?” He checked in. You chewed at your bottom lip as you contemplated your answer, “no, he hasn’t surprisingly.” You lied smoothly. Oliver raised a brow as he sensed something off about you, “…you do know I can always tell when you’re lying, right?” He stated.

“Did he hurt you? threaten you? what happened? you don’t need to cover for that asshole. He needs to pay for messing with you!” He expressed in deep concern. “Oliver! It is okay, nothing has happened and honestly you shouldn’t be involved. This is my problem and I’m dealing with it.” You tried to brush it off, you just didn’t want Oliver to get hurt due to your situation. “Dealing with it how?” He questioned you.

You opened your mouth to answer but got cut off by Toji butting in. “Y’all done talking about bullshit yet? I’m tryna sleep.” His agitated voice spoke from your bedroom. Oliver’s eyes widened, “He’s in your house?! What the fuck is going on?!” He exclaimed as he pushed the door open fully to see you. His jaw dropped seeing you dressed in Toji’s hoodie along with the fresh bruises and marks that covered your body. “You-…what did you do?” He asked in disbelief.

“Oliver..you should leave.” You told him as you look away from him, staring at the wall as shame filled you. “No! I’m not going, he needs to fucking go. That bastard ruined you!” He yelled as he grew angry with the situation. “I was already ruined! Just go! it’s for the best that you just go, I know you want answers but I don’t have them for you right now..please just go. I’ll tell you everything eventually, I promise.” You expressed genuinely as tears began to fill your eyes.

Oliver was speechless. “this was not how this was supposed to go…I-..I should’ve never let you lie to that officer.” He scoffed as he slowly eased his way out of your apartment. You didn’t have much more to say to him either at the moment, “bye oli..” you said softly before you closed the door on him. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you needed to release as you let everything settle in. “he’s really upset with me..” you frowned as you came back into your room to Toji.

“He’ll get over it.” He dismissed with a shrug as he pulled you into his arms. You still felt terrible about it since Oliver was your bestfriend but you hoped that you’d be able to make amends. You fell back asleep with Toji once you relaxed again but it seemed as if dreamland didn’t want you because you got woken up again but by something much worse.

Bright helicopter lights flowed through your window and police car lights emanated outside. “Come out with your hands up! You are under arrest!” an authoritative voice blared over a loud speaker, causing you and Toji to jump up. “shit!” Toji swore as he ran his fingers through his hair. “well bun, looks like I let my guard down for you a little too much.” He chuckled half heartedly.

He seemed so nonchalant about this predicament but you were panicked, screaming when a swat team broke down your front door and burst in. “shh, it’s okay, relax.” He comforted you as he held you and gently rubbed your back, you began to cry as you held onto him tightly. “Step away from the lady! We have a warrant for your arrest!” One officer shouted as they crowded into your bedroom with flashlights and guns pointed at the two of you.

Toji’s jaw ticked in annoyance, “You’re scaring her.” He stated as he held your shaking form tighter. As much as he loved seeing you terrified, he only enjoyed it when he was the cause of it. “Step away and put your hands up! Or we will be forced to use excessive force!” The officer demanded, ignoring Toji’s comment.

He sighed, “I gotta go bun..but I’ll be back to see you, I promise.” He whispered to you softly and placed a kiss on your temple before he let you go and surrendered himself to the police. You cried as you watched them handcuff Toji, you knew Oliver was the one who told them about Toji’s whereabouts. You never thought you’d cry and feel a little heartbroken over Toji being captured since he deserved it, but it stung your fragile heart.

“Don’t cry little mouse. Remember what I said?. You can’t escape me, I’ll always come find you. You’re mine forever.” He had that familiar sadistic grin of his on his face as he spoke, getting roughly pulled out by the swat team once he finished his last words. You’d hoped deep inside that those words rung true.

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shutit-haha · 8 months

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Bakugo x bunny reader headcannon

Bakugo fucking Katsuki who dates bunny reader but noo not a normal bunny reader, a Miriko obsessed Camie infused bunny reader. That makes raunchy, vulgar jokes and is genuinely a quirky crackhead. Like they are a LITERAL WEIRDO.

But he loves them.

He loves you.

You who is a literal bitch when in heat, you jump this man's bones and snap at anyone who is 'hitting' on him. You shout, and fight, throwing an absolute fit, whenever he even suggest leaving for a split second. If this man takes too long you maul him. You need dick, and you need it now.

Oh but you're so sweet afterword. When everything's all said and done, you're so sweet to him. You're so docile and caring, loving, dotting, and endearing to him.

And when you cry it's so heartbreaking. You never cry over the meaningless shit, it's always a nightmare you had about him, some fear of yours that's resurfaced. "Kat," because he is predator and you are prey.

"I know," his voice is gruff with how late at night it is.

"I'm so glad that you're here."

"I know."

He sweats bullets when he texts you to check up and you don't respond. Because WHAT THE HELL! Maybe you went out to the store, or went somewhere with friends, maybe you're in pre-heat, maybe you're not. It doesn't fucking matter. You're SUPPOSED to answer. Maybe you're just in your head, or having a bad week. He doesn't care, answer his text. Your worried boyfriend wants to make sure you are ok.

For the most part you keep him out of trouble while he drags you into it. Whenever people try to trash him or bring down his name you are quick to defend.

He hates how it makes him feel like he's ruined both you and your life.

He also has this fear of some creep kidnapping you. I mean you're a bunny, pervs fetishize you all the time. (Another reason why it's so important you respond to his text.)

#x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bunny #bunny reader #hybrid #hybrid reader

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al-astakbar · 4 months

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> title ☆ Where Silence Is Their Only Refuge

> summary ☆ The night before checking into your new unit, you meet a masked stranger at a bar who can't keep his eyes off you.

> pairing ☆ Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader ☆ word count [4.2k] ☆ warnings ☆ anal sex; leg riding; dirty talk; one night stand; clothed male, naked female (the mask stays ON)

> posted on ao3

a/n: i know i'm a thrawn blog but i had to get this out of my system

The first thing you notice is him.

You clock him right away, first because he’s wearing a mask— a ridiculous black balaclava printed to look like a skull on the part that covers his nose and mouth and Covid is over so what is he even doing? He’s sitting at the far end of the bar. He has his hood up and a tumbler of whisky in front of him— and second, you can’t not notice how big he is. He’s hunched over, but that doesn’t really hide it, doesn’t do much to diminish the breadth of his chest and shoulders.

You take a seat, order for yourself. Just need to relax, and this bar, the Green Door, is the perfect place to do that. It’s decorated like a speakeasy, and it’s busy, but not so crowded as to be claustrophobic. And it’s far enough from the base that you can come in here and not expect anyone to pay you much attention.

Except for him.

No one pays you any attention except for him.

You force a quick smile when you first look up to find him staring at you, figuring it’s just one of those awkward accidental eye contact moments. He probably came here to relax and people watch, like you did. To enjoy being alone in a crowd. But the second time you catch him, you’re in the midst of struggling your jacket off. His gaze fixes on you, holds yours intently even after you notice his interest, and you could swear his eyes flick down minutely to your tits, straining your shirt as you try to free your arms from your sleeves.

A blush creeps up your neck -- not just because of the alcohol -- and interest takes hold and digs its claws into you. There’s black smudged all around his eyes. In fact, every inch of his skin is covered in some way. He’s even wearing gloves.

You should just dismiss him as a weirdo. He obviously doesn’t want to be bothered.

But for some reason you can’t stop looking over at him. You can tell yourself all you want that it’s simple curiosity.

Despite everything else there is to look at in this bar-- the ornate wood paneling, the old framed photos, the bottles of liquor on display, all the other people -- every circuit your gaze takes over the crowd ends at him.

You shift in your seat, crossing and then recrossing your legs because suddenly you feel warm.

He gets up once to go to the restroom and you notice how tall he is. He threads through the high top tables, never quite touching anyone despite his broad shoulders. He moves gracefully, confidently. Like a predator.

Somehow, in over an hour and a half of sneaking glances, you never once see him take a sip of his drink. You can see that it’s emptying slowly. He orders another and that one gradually disappears too.

Intrigue pulls at you, and below it, an undercurrent of desire.

Who is he? You could leave with him. To your hotel room, or wherever he lives. It would be quick and hard and anonymous and exactly what you need. As soon as you allow yourself that one possibility, it’s like a switch flips and then you can’t stop thinking about pulling off his mask and kissing him. What it would feel like to be pinned under him, how big his hands would be on your waist--

He looks up, like he can feel the weight of your gaze on him, and there’s a glint in his eyes, like he can see every lurid fantasy racing through your mind.

You quickly busy yourself looking at nothing on your phone.

Eventually, the five seats between you and him are all empty. A group of friends comes in and one of the girls asks you if you would mind moving so they could all sit together. No problem. You get up and they all sit down and then there’s only one seat left. The one next to the masked man.

You almost don’t take it. Your drink is just melting ice at this point, and it’s getting late. You could just head back to your hotel room— you know you should, it’ll be an early morning for you tomorrow— but the draw is too strong.

You look up as you pull the stool out, and find him staring right back. You give him a tight smile, suddenly flustered as you put your glass down on the bar. You don’t know why you brought it with you.

“Sorry,” you say to him. “They all wanted to sit together.”

“‘s’alright.”

He’s British. That piques your interest even more. British means he almost certainly doesn’t work at the base, you’d have no risk of an awkward run-in when you check in with the unit tomorrow. Another reason you’d chosen this bar.

He nods to your empty glass. “Buy you another one, doll?”

His voice makes you melt. It’s low and gravelly, hoarse like he’s spent long stretches in silence with no one to talk to. And it makes his offer of a drink seem like a much better idea than it actually is. “Um. Sure. Thanks.”

He flags down the bartender and orders a double bourbon for himself. “And for the lady…?” He prompts you.

“The same, please.” And why… “‘doll’?” You question the unusual term of endearment.

He looks you up and down, then shrugs his massive shoulders as if to prove his point. “You’re a little thing, aren’t you.”

You raise your glass to him once it’s placed in front of you. Maybe now you’ll actually get to see a glimpse of his face. “Thanks.” You repeat. He smells good, like freshly-milled lumber, strangely, and leather polish and gun oil and just a hint of floral shampoo.

He raises his glass too, and this close, you see his eyes are brown, verging on hazel. Framed by light lashes. Very pretty.

Blushing. You’re blushing so hard and he doesn’t miss it. He clinks with you, and peels up the bottom edge of his mask-- god, his hands are big-- and drinks. His jaw is strong, his lips not too full. He might have scars, but you can’t quite tell in the dim lighting.

You look away quickly, feeling as though you’ve intruded on a private moment that wasn’t meant for you. You try to think of something to start a conversation. Anything, even as banal as -- “are you from around here?”

“No. You?”

“No.”

Beyond that, you don’t exchange two words.

Sitting shoulder to shoulder with him, it’s even more evident how much bigger he is than you. Taller, broader. His baggy zip-up hoodie does little to conceal the bulk of his arms and back, and his legs-- fuck, his legs-- his legs are powerful and long, he’s got his knees jammed up against the bar.

You can feel the tension he’s holding. Maybe he can’t think of anything to say either. Too quickly, you finish the drink he bought you, sitting with him in silence, your heart beating hard.

“Well. Thanks for the drink.” You’re about to get up, and you wish you weren’t leaving alone. Something about this man makes your blood run hot, and all you’ve done is make eye contact and sit next to him. You hesitate, gathering your jacket and purse, the words on the tip of your tongue, until they come tumbling out and you can’t quite believe you actually say it. “I’m staying near here, it’s not too far.” Your eyes meet his. The meaning is clear.

He slugs back the rest of his drink and tosses some bills on the bar. “Lead the way, then.”

He’s on you the moment the door closes. He seems to be able to read exactly what you want, and is even more enthusiastic to give it to you. To hear your breath hitch, to feel your nails scrape across his back, to see pleasure written across your face.

He slips one arm around your waist, his other hand at your hip. The closer he pulls you to him, the smaller and more delicate you feel, and it’s intoxicating.

He’s already hard. You can feel the ridge of his erection, hot and straining against your stomach through layers of clothes.

“That’s what I get for staring at you all night,” he rumbles.

“And if I hadn’t sat next to you?”

He rasps a laugh. “Would’ve gone home alone and imagined it was you while I fucked my hand.”

You bite back a moan at the image. Of this man, needy and desperate, making himself come apart. He buries his still-masked face against your neck and gives a low, appreciative sound when he feels you open your legs wider so he can slot his knee between them.

He’s so big. He has you up against the wall, nearly lifted off your feet as he tightens his grip on your waist. “That’s it, doll,” he urges you to grind on his thigh but you can’t get much leverage. You wrap your arms around his broad, muscled shoulders and he picks you up with one arm, carries you over to the couch. He lets himself fall backwards on it with you on top of him.

You brace your hands on his chest, just needing to feel him. Needing-- you hesitate, wanting to reach for his mask, searching his pretty, blond-lashed eyes for permission before you try anything.

“Nah. It’s not coming off.” He says, quiet but firm.

You nod, then lean down and press your lips softly to where you think his mouth is. Too bad. You’d really wanted to kiss him. His hand plays at the hem of your shirt, and you get the message, quickly stripping it off along with your bra, too turned on and eager for him to be coy or shy about any of this. Next, your pants and underwear, which requires briefly standing up and all at once you’re completely bare in front of him, and he still has his gloves on.

He pats his leg, a wicked gleam in his eyes. The bulge in his trousers is even more pronounced now. You straddle him again, cupping his length through the fabric and he groans and rips off his gloves like he can’t stand not to touch you directly. He has rough, callused hands that he doesn’t apologize for, but his bare skin on yours sears your nerves, makes you grind your naked cunt down on his thigh.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

“I do, actually. But you can tell me again if you want.”

That gets a low chuckle. “Cheeky.”

Every little bit of vulnerability you give him, he rewards twofold. He kneads your hip and thigh as you start to ride his leg, urging you to take what you need. With his other hand he’s palming himself through his trousers, rubbing slowly, clearly enjoying the show you’re putting on. When you reach down to play with your clit, his gaze follows, and he watches intently as you show him how you like it. But after a moment he catches your wrist, easily encircling it in his much larger hand.

“What--?” You were just getting in a rhythm. You resist him, trying to pull away, but he tightens his grip, enough to warn you that he could take whatever he wanted, if he felt like it.

“None of that yet. Want to see you cum just on my leg. Can you do that for me?”

A powerful shock of need pulses through you, and you find yourself nodding because fuck, you’d do anything he asked right now.

You reposition slightly for a better angle, it puts your breasts right in his face and he kisses them, masked. His breath is hot through the cloth. You start to roll your hips, you’re so slick and shaking and needy and wild. All focused on him, on the point where your bodies touch.

“There’s a good girl.” His eyes and his tone soften, an intense mix of tender and feral.

You’re not sure if you are, but you want to hear him say it again all the same. “I’m leaving a wet spot on your pants.”

“I know, I can feel you soaking through. Making a mess.” He gives a low hum of a growl-- something about how you smell bloody divine-- and then he’s practically tearing open his button and fly to free his cock.

He shoves down the material more, gets his balls out too, and you swear your mouth starts watering. He’s hard, and thick, all heavy and flushed with arousal.

And it hits you all at once. The feeling like you’re spinning, unstable, everything out of control and shifting, all stemming from your insatiable need for each other, wedded with the reassurance that you’re safe right here. You’re safe with him.

“You should fuck me in the ass.” You blurt out.

The man’s eyes snap to yours. Then he nods slowly, his hand rubbing over the plump curve of your hip. “One look at my cock and you decide you want it up your arse.” He laughs, a low, rough sound.

“If you don’t want to, I mean--”

“I do.” His fingers quest along the cleft of your ass, just firm enough not to tickle, then they dip in, brush over your rim. “Fuck, I do. Keep going, doll. Just need to get you ready.” You hear the click of a bottle. Lube. He must have brought it with him. And you feel the cool, viscous sensation there on your skin, trickling down, followed by his warm fingers. Very gently, they start to massage your hole. Just the outside. No hurry at all. You brace yourself with one hand on his chest, looking him straight in the eyes. Can’t tear yourself away, and he meets you there, equally entranced. You can tell his lips are parted beneath his mask.

He presses one in, just a little, testing you.

You grip fistfuls of his hoodie, because it feels so, so good but it’s tight, your muscles gripping hard. “It’s-- ah-- it’s been a while.”

“We’ll go slow.”

He’s watching you closely, gauging your expressions. He’s careful. He works his finger past the first knuckle. Pushes it in, pulls it out. All gentle and slow and slick.

Arousal superheats your skin, all from the intense sensation of his finger there, stimulating all those nerve endings, and the continuous, rocking pressure against your clit. He bounces his leg a little when you go still.

“You know what you like.” He says it with warm praise, arousal making his voice hoarse. “Yeah. You just-- you just keep rubbing that pretty little cunt on my leg, I can feel you, how wet you are. Keep yourself busy while I get your tight arse ready for my cock.”

His length twitches when he pushes a second finger into you and you moan. It twitches when you roll your hips against his thigh. He loves feeling the heat of you.

Shivers of impending pleasure ripple over your skin. When you start to cum, he doesn’t let you bury your face in his shoulder, though you try. He needs to see you. His free hand comes to cradle the back of your neck, tangles in your hair, and every time you start to drift, he pulls you back with a firm grip. His eyes lock with yours. There’s precum leaking steadily from his tip. His breathing is ragged and his hips jerk up involuntarily when he feels you start to clench around him. “That’s it, doll,” he repeats, encouragement in the filthiest terms spills from his lips, and he pumps his fingers into you urging your hips down, harder.

Any lingering doubts, any last shreds of self consciousness are swept aside from the way he looks at you. You hold his gaze as long as you can, even as your climax begins to wash over you, until it’s too much-- his fingers in you making it that much more intense-- and your mouth parts in a lurid moan as it pulls you under.

Your eyes slip closed. You hear yourself, and him, almost in awe, muttering oh, fuck as it takes you and sweeps you away and you’re whimpering, shuddering, all at his mercy.

He settles you against his broad chest as you come down. He tucks your head under his chin, pets your hair. His fingers are still -- in you. Another spasm goes through you, a wave of residual pleasure that feels almost too much. He starts to pull them out but you clench down hard, involuntarily. So he doesn’t. He pumps them in and out. Lazy. Slow.

You sigh. “I know what I like,” you repeat back to him, and the reality of it solidifies. You do know what you like, and have for a while, and it’s not anything to be embarrassed about, no need to hide. This man seems more than happy to help you with it and for a terrifying moment you think you’ll never want to let him out of this room.

“That you do,” he agrees.

You nuzzle into his neck, your next words muffled. “Please don’t stop.”

“Alright. But we’ve got to turn you over.”

Once he helps you onto your stomach -- legs wide, doll, wider, that’s it -- he adds more lube and begins again, stroking and massaging your rim with the same fingers he’d used before, letting them catch at your rim, slip in. Out. Again.

Two go in easily enough, and deep, he pushes them in to the second knuckle so you feel the rest of his hand there, and then he’s on to a third. This one isn’t easy. His hand is big, his fingers are big. But there’s no way you’ll be able to take his cock if you can’t manage this and you desperately want his cock. Want to feel him splitting you open, want to feel his weight on top of you and he pushes in, every last inch.

“You’ve got three now,” he says, his voice strained with desire. “Tell me how it feels.”

Amazing. Every push and pull sends a new pulse of arousal to your clit. Everything you can’t put into words, so you have to just say: “really--unnh-- really good. Big.”

“My cock’s bigger.” He pumps his three fingers in, slick, stretching your straining hole. “Fuck, I’m so fucking hard.” Looking out the corner of your eye, you see him stroking himself.

“Please…”

“Ready for more?”

His fingers retreat— movement— swiftly he’s up, over you, bringing your hips to his— then the blunt head of his cock touches your hole.

You stay as still as you can, you’re as open and relaxed for him as you can be, and there is still that sweet, agonizing pressure of the first inch of his thick, hard shaft pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

The room is mostly silent, broken only by his groan of satisfaction as he sinks into you. He has his hand on your lower back to steady you. To ground himself, too, and to feel how your back tenses with each small movement. He likes how he can feel you trembling with the effort of taking him, he likes seeing your ass stretched wider and wider around his cock, probably the biggest you’ve ever taken.

Slowly, patiently, he overcomes your body’s reluctance, though your lust-clouded mind has already raced far ahead of you; several times you push back to meet him, too eager, and it stings and he has to stop you, has to go still himself, keep himself under control and not just slam his hips forward.

“Give us a moment, yeah? You’re so… bloody tight.”

You spread your legs further, but the pressure doesn’t abate, the man keeps rocking his hips shallowly, penetrating you deeper, opening you inch by aching inch, until his hips meet your ass and his heavy balls are pressed against your dripping, empty cunt.

And then he starts to really fuck you. He rolls his hips, sending through you a sweet pang that makes your clit pulse, over-sensitive, still, from before.

God, he’s going to wreck you.

He feels huge inside you. Overwhelming and terrifying and— intimate. He lays his body over yours, presses his masked mouth to your neck, and you hear all his quiet moans and gasps that would otherwise be lost if he weren’t so close. He slips his arm underneath you and pulls you more upright, bringing your back to his chest. His hand covers your breast, rolling one nipple between his fingers, a little too hard, he wants that reaction from you, that little whimper at the jolt of pain, the way it makes you clamp down on him. He has his arm like a bar across your ribs, holding you to him, while his other hand ghosts down your stomach, finds your clit. Circles, then he curls two fingers into your swollen pussy and you see stars.

“I can feel you getting even wetter, the more of my cock you take,” he says. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

You can’t manage anything coherent, only gasps -- soft and rhythmic as he thrusts into you, his movements from behind pressing your mound to his palm.

All you can do is grip his forearms, cling to him for dear life. Pleasure coils again in your core and you can’t do anything to resist it, or him. That spiraling feeling hits you again, that this-- whatever it is-- feels so right, so natural. He fucks you like he knows you, like you’ve known each other for years, and it skews you off-axis because it can’t be right, you don’t even know his name--

Faster-- he rocks his fingers in and out of you, hitting your g-spot, rubbing your clit, his fat cock deep in your ass -- all combining into a sublime, mind-blanking ache.

He possesses you utterly. Every sense, every thought, every breath.

Everything you do seems to enthrall him. He has only praise for you, though it’s all filth and delivered in a low, breathy growl. How you feel fucking incredible, your pussy so dripping wet, all from taking his cock, you take it so well, doll, come on, now, don’t hold back, want to feel you cum with my cock in your arse, that’s all you have to do--

Your hole is hot, slick, open as he reams you. At your center, a wave swells. Each slide and clench makes you feel it, makes your nipples tighten, your ass and pussy both squeezing helplessly with every stroke of his cock.

He chases those spasms, drilling you deep and hard.

And he finally relinquishes what’s left of his self control. His hips snap to yours. The room is filled with ragged moans and the sound of his balls slapping wet and heavy against your pussy. Rough, wild thrusts make his girth feel unbearably massive. Pleasure gathers fast and deep like a tide, surging up, your entire body saturated with it and you’re crying out, nails raking down any part of him you can touch.

This man-- this intimidating, masked giant of a stranger-- moans loudly as your climax tumbles him over the edge in your wake.

“Oh --” he’s breathing hard, his words bitten back, helpless, “-- oh fuck.”

Your legs shake as you ride it, still clenching and throbbing around his fingers and his cock. He spills, his hips jerking, cock twitching and flexing, filling you with sticky heat. He pumps his cum into you, slowing, filling, overflowing. You feel it slick and leaking. Down your ass and thighs and his balls even before he pulls out.

He doesn’t stay long after. He fetches a wash cloth and warm water to clean up. There’s still a damp spot on his pants, which you feel oddly pleased about.

You catch an odd gleam in his eyes when he’s looking at your naked, sated body spread out on the couch,

Lust, heat, pride accompanied by something like tenderness or longing, but you must be imagining that part.

He kneels down next to you to put his gloves back on and you reach out, a little dazed, to play with the zip on his hoodie. His expression shifts to warning in an instant. Careful. Not the mask, not the hoodie. You pout. It feels like you’d barely gotten to touch him. His left sleeve rides up and you glimpse black ink. A sleeve tattoo, though you can’t make out the design.

Will you ever see him again? You study what you can see of him, trying to commit a faceless man to memory. His eyes, you’re sure you’d recognize. The mask, definitely. His hard-used, callused hands that suggest work as a laborer or something else outdoors. The breadth of his shoulders, his back, his height, his legs. There’s an assured swagger in the way he walks, you’d recognize that too, he carries himself like he knows exactly how big and strong he is and he has no qualms about using it to his advantage.

As intrigued as you are, you doubt taking off his mask would reveal anything more than his face. He seems like someone who keeps secrets about the simplest things, and maintains them in distance and silence.

You sigh, and your onsetting disappointment must show because he cups your jaw, brushes his thumb over your lips.

“Chin up, eh? Maybe we’ll run into each other again. Would be a shame not to taste your pussy.”

You blush, but can’t help smiling. Then he’s up, out the door. Gone.

You’d never even exchanged names.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #simon riley x female reader #simon riley x f!reader #simon riley x y/n #not thrawn

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yowyowyaoi · 7 months

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Zetsu’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Nagato

You can’t keep eating them without checking to see if we’re using them first.

300 miles? Is that really the closest?!

I can put you with Tobi or Hidan. Take your pick.

Put the letters where they can find them, then stay somewhere hidden to see their reactions.

Keep an eye on them please. No explosions, no sacrifices. Nothing to draw attention.

I’ve been practicing every day. Legs feel stronger.

I’d only risk it if you also want to risk being placed in a gengetsu.

I’m sure I’ll be gone before her. All I ask is she be well taken care of. It’s all that matters.

No. Under no circumstances. I need them all ALIVE and able to work, please.

You can ask but she’ll probably hit you hard enough to REALLY split you in half.

From Kakuzu

Yes well your appetite is proving quite costly.

Find where he’s hiding and I’ll give you a third of his bounty.

I’m not so sure that “intelligence” is a quality I’d associate with any of them.

Actually if you could naturally produce that we could sell bottles and make some money 🤔

Much, much too expensive.

I don’t care if you eat him but wait until I get his heart out first.

I’d rather you ate me; my body won’t be on display for him to entertain Deidara with.

It’s complicated. And by complicated I mean I let a one time physical urge turn into a years-long relationship.

It’s the 1st. Rent and utilities are due.

If I didn’t we wouldn’t have *anything*. Be grateful.

I’m not sure if my threads would hold for plant-skin.

Stop losing them for God’s sake each one costs $50 in materials to make!!

I’ll take your word for it. That voice creeps me out.

From Konan

Please don’t ever do that again. Nagato almost had a heart attack. 😡

It’s funny in a shouldn’t be funny way.

Wait you’ve seen him without the mask 👀

No I don’t care if they’re annoying we don’t have the time to replace them now!!

Ask Sasori to take a look. He enjoys a challenge.

I don’t care how easy it was to get, I’m NOT cooking with that kind of “meat” 🤢

No offense but do you even have nails 🤔

I’d rather we didn’t need to pick up and move again unless absolutely necessary.

Since we were children 🥰

I’d kill anyone who tried. With my bare hands.

Kisame may be able to but the rest will need it cooked.

You’re THAT old?! 😵‍💫

Stick to guys. I will remain the only woman in this group.

Can’t you eat them? Aren’t you part Venus fly trap??

From Hidan

Freak.

Then stop watching, weirdo!

Because if you take the body before my praying is finished then the entire ritual is void!!

Not to be gay but yeah I see what he sees.

Then steal him some damn glasses next time!

But do plants even have dicks? Like is it green? Does it smell like grass? 🤔

He’s such a liar he wanted me since the day we met 😂

I saw you eyeing that cat and so did Itachi.

How do you say “Fuck you” in plant-speak?

They’re not “pink” they’re “rose”, heathen.

Ribs without sauce is like fucking without lube. Like what’s even the point?

If I could convert even one of those fucks I’d become a High Priest for Jashin.

Can’t. Kakuzu’s “withholding my paycheck” until I pay off that bounty of his that I killed. 🙄

So come with us. Everyone’s weird you’ll fit right in.

From Sasori

Elderberry, nightshade, and primrose. For now.

A mouse learns to fear other mice before it even thinks about predators.

Please stop that you gave him nightmares last time and I couldn’t work on my puppets for a whole week 😒

I don’t care as long as it has a big enough space for a lab.

Damn blue eyes trapped me for eternity.

An interesting experiment, certainly.

I have vague memories but that’s all.

You appear to be “friends” so talk to him and tell him to back off.

Who do you think I am? That freak Orochimaru?!

I don’t buy that stupid act for a second.

If I suggested aloe vera would you find that insulting?

You and I are the least bothersome in terms of eating. I don’t, and you hunt.

I’ll contribute when the expense is relative to me.

From Kisame

So far only Itachi knows about it but the water there is clear and beautiful.

Your way of thinking is truly fascinating.

Of course you’re welcome to join us but you’ve voiced objections before to both tea and sweets.

No, I’ll BURY him myself before I let you eat him.

Crab and shrimp. Especially crab.

I’m aware. His smell is getting weaker and his chakra is shaky.

I admire your patience for it but I don’t do so well in the sun for so long.

Again? Why?? Who attracted attention this time? 😒

I don’t but Samehada seems to.

The battlefield is empty. Care to join me at the buffet? 😋

Between the prayer rituals and the constant bombing I just can’t handle either of them.

Salt is for the weak. Pure fear flavors the meat better than any seasoning.

From Deidara

You can’t prove that was me, that could have been anyone!

If I’m successful there won’t BE anything left of me to eat so 🤷🏼

Idk you just look gray. Maybe stand in the sun for a while?

Ok we may eat more BUT his food costs more!

Wait is it real hair or like plant stuff 🤔

I didn’t this time he was dancing and he tripped on his cloak like an idiot.

Honestly not until I met Sasori lol

Omg where?! Riverbanks are always a goldmine of natural clay! 🤩

I get that but I’m just not interested, eternity is so boring.

Low key he goes into this voice sometimes that scares the piss out of me.

Bc it’s weird man it’d be like watching my mother shower or something 😖

Like usual he couldn’t shut up and almost got us killed on the spot 😡

Not unless you want to pick the lice out of my hair afterwards.

From Itachi

Not sure of the exact dynamics but I think it’s second or third cousins.

Maybe it’s best we all just live with our own partners. Too many in one area and eventually someone figures it out.

No he’s as gentle as possible. I just have sensitive skin.

Yes but cabbage is so versatile.

You saw him? Did he look well? 👀

The glasses help some but most everything is still a massive blur.

I tried. Nagato tried. He refuses to give up on the idea.

There is no “before” and there’s no “after0. There’s just NOW.

No I know he ate it because he had the jam smeared all over his collar.

22 doesn’t really interest me.

From Obito

The right arm still twitches if I try to lift too much.

Come on weren’t YOU happy when he died?!

He can’t turn me down forever. Just picture him with the Uchiha fan on his back 😍

Yeah well he’s still my little cousin and I still worry.

I think it scares him a little, he almost walked into a tree that first time I did it on accident.

It’s not excessive; the sugar is literally the only thing pushing me forward right now.

I would bet money that he’s the worst Sensei ever to those kids. No wonder Sasuke was so weak.

The constant money woes are so tedious.

Blind or not his reflexes are unmatched and he could still take me out in one move.

We should have put more emphasis on intelligent and less on “skills”.

You’ve gotta admit the explosions DO liven things up 🤷🏻

What if you ate him and he could still talk from inside of your stomach though? Is that a chance you want to take?

Bonus: From Madara

He stopped responding two years ago he acts like I’m dead.

What? That little shit. 😡

If the blonde is giving him too much of a distraction, dispose of him.

You don’t need to pre-chew my food I’m not a baby bird.

Have you seen my good blanket?

What happened to my slippers?

🍆 I want this. I’m craving this so bad. Please bring it to me.

Tell that boy to come back I need a good bath and a haircut.

Perhaps if you hadn’t recruited so many *brats* you wouldn’t be having such an issue.

Whatever you do, do NOT let them breed.

Did you remember where I stashed my last painting of Hashirama?

If I was younger I could have eliminated the entire group within seconds. They’d never even know what hit them.

Please procure a backscratcher and industrial grade toenail clippers.

Wait until he sleeps and move several large rocks into his room. I guarantee he’ll cry.

First that young lass, then the Hatake boy, now the blonde. He never learns his lesson does he?

What do you mean he cut it?? An Uchiha’s hair is his crown! Tell him to get back here NOW.

I should have chosen Fugaku’s son instead. Likely a lot less crying.

#texting #zetsu #Akatsuki Daily Texts Series #nagato uzumaki #konan #itachi uchiha #kisame hoshigaki #deidara #sasori #kakuzu #hidan #obito uchiha #madara uchiha

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thedevilsfamiliar · 10 months

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Not people trying to make Britney Spears sound like a predator for wanting to congratulate the basketball dude 💀

People are calling her a drug addict and that she relapsed and that she was potentially going to SA him on Twitter comments.

Did we see the same video? She tapped his shoulder, security dude didn’t even look at her and backhanded her across the face. She didn’t grab the basketball guy like he alleged.

She’s a BASKETBALL FAN. She just wanted to congratulate him. “She’s creepy for going near a teenager” oh my god you chronically online weirdos 😭 next thing you know someone’s gonna be a creep for existing next to a minor

“Why was she chasing him with a fake British accent?” She’s been doing that since she was 15. It’s one of her quirks, you can like it or you can’t.

Britney gets so much shit, istg

#Britney spears

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gachagon · 5 months

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blahblahblah talking to kids and being a groomer is worse than saying slurs idk what else to say to you people, you're all braindead morons who are too busy kissing the ass of a predator. Like yeah man it's TOTALLY believeable that the same dude just keeps getting "fake accused" by a bunch of kids over and over, it can't totally be because he's a fucking weirdo creep who doesn't care about his fans and likes taking advantage of them.

anyways, those are all slurs that kid can reclaim anyways, and I do not give a single FUCK about slur discourse when we're talking about a guy that's gotten caught 3 separate times with separate kids. all the "evidence" is just Dream going "Nuh-uh" while his dumbass fans eat it up. Get the fuck off my blog if you're gonna come into my ask box defending a repeat offender. Freak.

#i hate dream #dreamwastaken #all his fans suck ass and he was never funny anyways #get better soon or not <3

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coochiequeens · 1 year

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If men don’t want to be accused of being a “gym weirdo” they could just let women have women only spaces.

For a long time, women have been hyper-vigilant regarding the unwanted male attention they receive at the gym. With the technological advancements, recording the offenders in action has become a sport of its own on TikTok, as women place their phones covertly on record and then watch the recording to know the person who was staring at them when they were doing squats.

On TikTok, the hashtag “gym weirdos” received over 1.9 million views, as videos showed men trying to flirt or harass women who were trying to complete their exercises unbothered.

One such TikTok detective is Gina Love. She visits the gym around four times a week because the endorphin boost helps counteract the daily stress.

“Watch this creep come over to my personal bubble while doing (Romanian deadlifts),” wrote Love in the caption of a video she posted on TikTok which received more than 50,000 likes.

“The gym was practically empty, and so many corners to be in and he chose this one," she added. In the video uploaded, the man is seen staring at Love from behind as she lifts dumbbells.

“I would say I experience creeps 15% of the times I work out,” Love, who lives in Atlanta, said. “It’s almost like they’re trying to undress you in their heads,” she added.

Talking about inappropriate male gazing, she said, “It makes me feel disgusted, anxious and my survival instinct kicks in. I’ll typically cut my workout short because I can’t get back into feeling comfortable with that person around me.”

Other women also posted similar experiences on her post. Several women agreed that gyms have turned into predator spaces. However, others dismissed the complaints of women as overreactions.

“It’s not your personal space,” wrote one person. “WTF is a personal bubble at a public gym?” another quizzed.

One Year Ago

My gym used to have a women only space before this court ruling, yeah I’m in CT. After the ruling it bears still women only in understanding but not in name. Now the gym is getting rid of it. Apparently other gyms in the state are doing the same.

#Gym weirdos #Men harassing women #Female only spaces #even if she wasn’t filming for TikTok chances are she wouldn’t want to talk to some random dude while working out #So what if she’s filming for TikTok if she’s there she paid for the membership

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is-the-owl-video-cute · 2 years

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Okay tbf I agree that there's parts of Lolita that have aged poorly and could have been done better to more effectively get the point across, but I disagree that Humbert is meant to be seen as tragic & Dolores as 'cunning' or 'selfish'. This is largely what Humbert thinks of himself and what he projects onto Dolores, who is just a 12 year old girl reacting to a horrible situation where she's stuck in the custody of a predator. Even if she is acting out in reality, it's not for the reasons or with the same intents as Humbert says. For the same reason that innocent acts like her sitting in his lap are obviously not her 'flirting' with him, but because he's the narrator that's how he tells us it happened.

Honestly, I would argue that we do actually learn a lot about Dolores, if we pay attention to what Humbert doesn't say about her as well as what he twists to fit his fantasy. But the thing is, Dolores is not particularly exceptional. She's literally just a normal girl which Humbert is assigning all this mysticism and eroticism to, just like all the other girls he likely fantasised about before her.

That being said, I agree that it's a shame we never hear from her without it being through the lense of Humbert. I think the story could have benefited from a final chapter from her POV instead, where it's revealed that everything he was imagining about her personality and wants were untrue. It would have also been nice if she could have survived and didn't just escape one abuser only to end up with a different one, although I still think Humberts disgust at her older self was important in establishing that he was only ever attracted to her being a child, not ever her herself.

Finally, I would say that Lolita is a worthwhile read in that it's a good introduction to the concept of an unreliable narrator. You can't really get any more ham-fisted than "the guy telling this story is literally a pedophile, so maybe take what he says with a grain of salt". I think it's an important piece of literature to analyse in a world where predators are often just taken at their word, while their victims are ignored or simply never get a say in the first place. So long as you don't go into it expecting a 'forbidden love' romance story (which regrettably is what it was marketed as in a lot of the western world), it can be a good exercise in looking beyond how someone describes events and actually thinking about the events they're describing when stripped of the narrator's opinions & emotions. As soon as you set aside Humbert's romantic language and downplaying of all Dolores' attempts to rebuke him, you can see the situation clearly as the story of an awful, insidious creep tearing apart a family in pursuit of his sick interests.

Is the story revolutionary? Not exactly. But imo half of the point is in the realisation of what's actually going on. If the whole story was from Dolores' POV then audiences would not have to do any real thinking to identify the villain, and therefore would not develop the skills to disagree with what they're told at face value. But all that being said, imo it's best read for the first time in English class or something. Unreliable narrators are now much more common in stories, so unless you've never read one like that before, the most you're likely to get out of Lolita is a feeling of discomfort, and confusion over how anyone thought it was a love story.

Anon you misinterpreted my post. I wasn’t saying that was the intent of the novel, I was saying that was the common takeaway by a lot of people (read: weirdos).

Respectfully, I am not reading all of that.

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genyasglockk · 1 year

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no bc it's so interesting to me when people say "yeah... plus he's a grown ass man that only hangs around kids all day" about eddie. why is y'alls first response to disliking a character to try and make them sound creepy. he's in high school. yes he's around kids. he runs a dnd club. C'mon be serious.

Or it's "yeah he's such a weirdo for trynna get with chrissy when she's 17/emotionally vulnerable" he was selling her drugs. she was a customer and he felt bad for her. which is arguably still not great but also that does not make him a creep?? there's an obsessions with trynna make characters like eddie seem like predators and that shit is weird. just dislike him bc he's annoying damn.

OR people attack him for flunking our more than once. The list is long.

it's especially interesting that people do this with characters that queer/neurodivergent people see themselves in and connect with but I digress. you can see that last part as a reach but there's some truth in there.

#stranger things #eddie munson

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the-bjd-community-confess · 2 years

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CW: age gap relationships

I think this answers the unasked question of: Are there delusional predatory groomers in this hobby. Answer: Yes.

1) Lolita is supposed to be a cautionary tale of how sick twisted individuals will try to justify every disgusting action they take to groom, and predate on those with less power, and who're younger than them, while making themselves seem the victim and innocent, trying to convince everyone but mostly themselves that they're in the right. It's not an instruction manual, just FYI.

2) "He was 20, I am 30." Ok... so you just admitted to creeping on a guy who just left teen-hood, and is your student, but also that you see nothing wrong with you being an established adult in a position of power over him, and creeping on someone who based on your dynamic, looks up to you as a guiding figure. Gotcha.

3) 10 year age gap relationships or crushes aren't the problem, when it's two established adults who're both stable. Ie: 35 and 45 is normal and fine. A 10 year age gap, with a 20 year old who you admit is a student, who's not an established adult, and still susceptible to the power imbalance, and you being a 30 yo predator, with a position which gives you all the power to potential groom, is not the same. No, this is also not an instruction, get help. You don't have to be a pedo to be a fucking creep, you can be a fucking creep by using your position of power, and your status. Also, this would also apply if you were a boss, and the guy was your employee or whatever. 4) "And as for the copy/twin part… get the sticks out of your bums, people, it’s a freaking joke. " IT'S JUST A JOKE GUYS! ME BEING A CREEPY CRINGY PREDATOR IS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE! I'M NOT ACTUALLY A GROSS DISGUSTING POWER ABUSING TEACHER WHO WANTS TO MAKE A DOLL BASED ON A STUDENT! IT'S A JOKE!!! ISN'T THAT FUNNY? CRUSHING ON A STUDENT IS JUST SOOOOOO FUNNY!! HAHAA!

That's what it sounds like... you're basically in the same kinda camp as people who say slurs, offensive jokes, or just insult people, and when called out rightfully, claim it was just a joke, and it's everyone else's fault for rightfully calling you out. Read the room you nugget, you're the dumbass, not the people calling out predator behaviour, grooming, and just generally being a weirdo creep. 5) Personal opinion, but making a doll based on a stranger is just fucking creepy, and kinda unstable. It's already weird when it's actors. But when it's a random private person, that's just a whole different level of what the fuck-creepy.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Confessions

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gwrgamer44 · 1 year

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Discussing the Perception of Trans Women and feminine men

I was thinking recently that when someone see’s a girl walking down the street in a shirt and jeans they think, well, they think nothing about it actually because it’s so common and widely accepted and yet generally if someone see’s a man or a masculine looking person wearing a blouse and skirt, they think “somet’s wrong with that fella”. Why is it that women (mostly) can wear what we’d define as “masculine” clothes without question and yet (more often than not) if a man wears what we define as “womens” clothes people think “there’s something wrong with him”, “eww, what a creep” (says in adenoidal voice) “ooh, thats one of them tramsgenders”. It seems that clothes despite not possessing a gender have garnered associations over the years to the binary genders. I mean cis men should be able to explore and experiment with what they wear just the same as women can surely whether they be cis, trans, gender fluid or whatever, surely that is the way of progression to a more accepting society? As a trans women who still presents as a man as i still live in a non-accepting household I feel that I shouldn’t be looked down upon just because i wear a leopard print shirt and leather flares. Think of it this way. The horn on a car is used to notify people of your presence, particularly if they haven’t seen you and would result in a crash, but because people mostly use it to express their anger and get people out of the way it gets a bad rep which means when you do use it people don’t think “oh my! I nearly pulled out on that women” they think “what a colossal plum sack he is”. My point is that people need to understand that if men wear “womens” clothes they aren’t predators (unless they are which is far less common than the far right want you to believe) or weirdos, they’re just trying to find what makes them feel comfortable and like their true selves whether they be trans or not.

#fashion #clothes #opinion #transgender #self exploration

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athenagc94 · 2 years

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MTaS Fic Chapter 5

Read the full thing on AO3 HERE

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One week flew by in the blink of an eye.

Owen cleaned glasses behind the bar of the saloon, though he caught his gaze drifting to Charlotte as she ate dinner with Nia and Julien. He realized he was staring like a creep, but try as he might, he couldn’t take his eyes off them—off Charlotte. He brushed his fingers over his cheek where he still felt the smooth pass of her lips over his skin.

The sight of that lipstick stain on his cheek did weird things to him. She did weird things to him.

They stayed up way too late swapping stories and with each one, he found himself falling a little deeper into whatever this feeling she left him with. It blurred the lines between what was fake and what was real and he started to worry about what would happen when they finally did break things off.

Would they have to stop talking altogether?

He hoped not.

He enjoyed her company immensely.

“Owen, are you just going to sit there and stare at your girlfriend like a weirdo, or do you wanna get your ass over here and join us?” Nia locked eyes with him and he went stock still like a prey freezing under the watchful gaze of a predator. She curled her finger to beckon him over. “You can take a break. We’re the only ones here and we don’t mind if you slack off.”

His gaze shifted to Charlotte, who pushed her half-eaten fried rice around her plate. He arched an eyebrow in silent question. She nodded to the open seat next to her and that was all the invitation he needed.

It was a snug fit with the two of them squeezed into one side of the booth, but Charlotte didn’t seem to mind their proximity. Owen, on the other hand, was all too aware of all the places they touched.

“So, how’d y’all enjoy your stay in Sandrock?” Owen was surprised he could maintain a conversational tone at all. He felt like his body had caught fire, the point of origin being where his arm made contact with Charlotte’s. “This is your last night here, right?”

Nia vibrated in her seat. “Actually, we’re glad you asked about that.”

His expression faltered. He didn’t like where this was going. Charlotte looked up from her plate. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I was just so touched with what you did for Sandrock, Owen,” Nia said in earnest, “I had so much fun at the dance competition, but I was even more moved to see the town come together to support each other. It really got me thinking.”

“And when she starts thinking, it’s never good,” Julien deadpanned.

His hand slipped over hers as he gazed at Nia with a touch of fondness. It was the most emotion he’d seen on his face since they arrived—aside from his usual disdain or boredom, that is. Charlotte’s grip on her fork tightened with the muscle in her jaw. Owen draped his arm along the back of the booth and brushed his fingers over the slope of her shoulder. It was such a small gesture, but it seemed to do the trick. Her grip loosened on the fork.

“I know you were only joking about me writing a story on Sandrock, but I actually think I should,” Nia blurted out, “I think the community is what makes this town something special, but if they’re still here, they must see something in it, right? With you taking photos and my writing, we could show the rest of the Free Cities what they’re missing out on.”

Charlotte’s brow pitched. “Oh, so you want me to send some photos back with you?”

“Why waste the money on postage?” She flicked a braid over her shoulder. “Jules and I talked it over and we want to stay a little while longer so I can experience Sandrock firsthand.”

She looked like she might faint. “O-Oh?”

“I’d be willing to lend a hand on the building front,” Julien offered, “I know you and the dark-haired gal have been working around the clock to finish that piece for the farm. It must be hard doing the work of a dozen builders.” He motioned to himself. “You could use a seasoned pro like me to get back on top of things, I’m sure.”

Owen hid his irritation with a mild-mannered sniff. “Mi-an and Lottie are doin’ just fine. Best builders I’ve seen this side of the Free Cities.”

“I’m not saying they aren’t.” His smile tightened at the not-so-subtle sleight against him. Clearly, he liked to think he was the best around. “But if we’re going to stay anyway. I might as well make myself useful while Nia drafts her article for the Harold.”

His tone suggested it had not been his choice to stay, nor did he necessarily want to. Well, at least they agreed on that. He liked Nia well enough, but Julien rubbed him the wrong way.

Charlotte swallowed hard. “How long do you guys want to stay exactly?”

“A month, maybe two?” Nia said, “It all depends on my creative flow. You know how it is.”

Owen blanched. Could they even keep up the charade for that long? Could Charlotte? A week seemed like too much for her to handle already. Could she take another month with these two? He checked and found her face had gone completely blank—not a thought in those eyes.

That seemed to answer his question.

“Isn’t that great though?” Nia gushed, “It’ll be just like old times, just with a lot more sand and double dates! You’ll have to show us everything this town has to offer so I can get material for my piece. Maybe I can do an exposé on romantic destinations.”

“Well, I’ll be honest, there ain’t much to do in the winter,” Owen admitted though it pained him to do so. He hated talking ill about his hometown, but it was the truth. The winter wasn’t the best time for them. Their first brush with a sandstorm would have these city-slickers scrambling for the next train back to Highwind.

That shook Charlotte from her daze. “That’s right,” she may have sounded a tad too eager, “Maybe you could come back in the summer when we’ve got a little more—”

Nia wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, we both know how I feel about hot weather. I’m sure we can gather enough for a good article regardless of the season.” She leaned across the table. “Unless, this is your way of trying to get rid of us.”

Charlotte shook her head fervently. “We’re not. Honest. I just don’t—”

“I’m only joking,” Nia chuckled, “Light, you’re so serious these days. Don’t tell me the deserts hardened you that much. I know we said we only planned to stay a week and I’m sure you want to get back to exploring this new relationship.” She shot Owen a wink and he tried not to dwell on what she was implying.

Not unless he wanted to make this dinner super awkward.

“But don’t let us stop you,” Nia continued without missing a beat, “We know what it’s like to be a new couple. Isn’t that right, hon?”

Julien hummed his agreement. “We can entertain ourselves, so don’t feel like you need to hang out with us all the time.” Owen didn’t plan on it. “I find the first few months of dating to be the most magical.” He and Nia shared a knowing look and he tried to scrub that mental image from his mind.

Her eyes sparkled. “Oh yeah, this one time, Julien and I learned how flexible he is, if you know what I mean.”

“Gross,” Charlotte mumbled, “I’m still eating.” She wasn’t, but no one corrected her.

Nia stuck out her tongue. “You’re almost thirty. We can talk about sex like adults without it being weird.”

Owen did a double take. “Wait, you’re almost thirty?”

She peered up at him curiously. “Yeah? I’ll turn thirty this spring. How old did you think I was?”

Well, now he was embarrassed to say anything. The company she kept suggested she was much younger. Arvio and Elsie had just turned eighteen. Mi-an couldn’t be much older than them so he just assumed Charlotte fell around that age bracket as well. That made this whole thing between them sit a little easier in his stomach being on the better side of thirty himself.

“Don’t worry about it,” he grunted.

She narrowed her eyes and reiterated, “How old did you think I was?”

He refused to meet her gaze. “Thirty.”

“ Liar. ”

That was rich coming from her. Her eyes narrowed further as if she read his mind.

Nia cupped her cheeks and said, “Oh my Light, I just love to watch couples banter. I see why you fell for him, Lottie. He’s so cute when he blushes.”

Owen gnawed on the inside of his cheek. Nearly forty, and these kids had the gall to call him cute. He was too nice to say anything though, and everyone at the table knew it.

Charlotte took his hand and said, “Are you done teasing him? He’s got a fragile heart.” He shot her a warning look that went ignored. “Any more and he might combust from the blood rushing to his cheeks.”

“You’re not helping,” he muttered under his breath.

She gave him a look that said if she had to suffer, then so did he. He pursed his lips and nudged her with his knee. She prodded him right back with the toe of her boot. Despite his best efforts to stay stone-faced, it was hard not to smile when he looked at her. She mirrored it. She had a shallow dimple on her left cheek and it took every ounce of self restraint to keep himself from running his thumb over it.

It was moments like this where their relationship felt real.

“Could you guys stop making googly eyes at each for like five minute and help me come up with some topics for my piece.” Nia pulled a notebook from her bag. “Not that I don’t find this whole thing adorable, but we’ve got work to do.”

Charlotte turned back to her food, though it had long since gone cold. “Owen would have some good ideas,” she said softly, “He’s our resident barkeep with all the secrets.”

His expression fell as reality came crashing back around them. They were pretending. None of this was real and that made him…sad? Disappointed? He struggled to find the right word—feel the right emotion—but he knew something didn’t sit quite right with him. What might their life be like if this relationship developed organically, or would it not have happened at all?

Would he have ever seen Charlotte as more than their resident builder? Would he ever have learned that she took dance lessons until she tore her ACL at sixteen and never picked it up again, even when the doctor gave her the all clear? Or that their dance together had been the first for her in almost a decade?

Or would they have spent the rest of their lives orbiting each other, just within reach, but never quite crossing paths.

Why did the idea of never connecting like this make his chest ache? His gaze fell to her hand and he had the overwhelming urge to take it and never let go. He settled on shifting closer to her instead.

Nia uncapped her pen with her teeth and asked, “So, what would you say makes Sandrock special?”

Owen turned back to her. She stared at him expectantly, her pen hovering over the paper. Amongst all his unanswered questions, he was grateful to have one he could answer. “How long do you have?”

#my time at sandrock #mtas #mtas owen #mtas builder

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ble-ed-mo-re · 2 years

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commeowdore can clearly draw other body types like normal adults muscles etc. yet each and every time hal is drawn looking 8 years old with thigh highs and stockings and weirdly sexual vibes from it. if he is mad that a proshipper followed him and liked that content he needs to evaluate why instead of crying about it because anybody wirh a set of eyes knows what the fuck hes doing and no amount of "boy in dress not sexual waaah" will change that. also it is very weird to single out trans women as a group with a lolicon problem as if trans women arent historically painted out to be predators and pedophiles - why do you need to specify trans women being creeps you weirdo?

exaaaaactly. like damn trans men saying trans misogynistic shit? while doing the exact same thing that theyre claiming these trans women are doing?? who wouldve fucking thought that would happen /s

and yeah thats like the weirdest thing. he can clearly draw characters not looking like children- hell he even admits that he doesnt draw hal normally. bro seriously got upset when the simple solution is to not draw hal looking like hes under the age of 10 in suggestive poses and outfits

#asks

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thatgirlkjara2395 · 3 months

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He only want sex that's why he asked for my number & don't even know me. What if I am gay? Just because I have kids doesn't mean nothing. He could be a creep, asshole, predator & I have kids. I don't have time for that shit. He don't even know my name & I don't know his. I hope he disappear. He made me uncomfortable as hell. Don't ever approach a random woman like that. I gave a random creep my number & had to block him because he wanted to come in my house & cuddle like I don't even know you. Why do you think that's cool? Weirdo

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