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nyxronomicon · 1 year

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@cherryxblossxms put neighbor!Toji in my brain (with this post specifically) and let's just say he's got squatting rights with the way he's taken over my brain

toji x gn!reader

tw: biting, handjob (reader receiving), no pronouns used/ GN reader, yandere toji, possessive/territorial toji, mentions of reader hearing toji fuck strangers, mentions of reader masturbating

pet names: sweetheart

part ii

As you entered the empty communal laundry room, your mind wandered to the neighbor who was sure to show up any minute.

Toji Fushiguro. You made the mistake of thinking he'd be a good friend to have around. In your defense, it was a reasonable assumption. One of your first days in your new apartment you saw him fixing his own car in the garage. From the way his eyes lingered on you, you could guess it wouldn't take much to convince him to be your personal handyman.

But that was just your first mistake.

Acting on that thought was your second mistake. You should have known early on from the way he loved to corner you whenever he passed by that he would be aggressive. Not that you minded, it was kind of sexy that he was so confident. But confidence like that is a sign of arrogance. Possessiveness.

And you were just neighbors. Friendly acquaintances at best.

It was hard to avoid him. You were constantly running into him in the hallways, doing laundry, working on his car in the parking spot next to yours. You could even hear him through the paper-thin apartment walls sometimes, often fucking some poor soul senseless before you never hear from them again.

"How's it goin' sweetheart?" Your heart skipped a beat as the man who was on your mind found you in the laundry room. Again.

"Toji," you smiled. "I'd like to ask you a favor."

"Oh?" He grinned at you. You finished starting the washer and turned to him, only just now seeing he was wearing nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants low on his hips.

"Something weird is going on with my sink..." As he filled the washer with his clothes, your eyes trailed down the muscles of his back to his ass, which was peeking out of the top of his pants.

"Do I look like a plumber to you?" He added his soap and hit the start button on the washer.

"You have the crack for it." You stifled your laughter.

"Hmm," Toji's back was still to you but he turned his head and looked at you through the side of his eye. "So you're looking at my ass?"

Your cheeks immediately ran hot and your smile disappeared, not expecting him to acknowledge that minor fact. "It was right in front of me, what was I supposed to do?" You quickly responded.

"I expect a little more modesty from my love interests." He sauntered towards you.

"Yeah right," You scoffed. "I've seen the type of person you bring home at night." You smirked. "And god knows I've heard them."

"It's better than the dildo keeping you company." He quipped. "Have you named it yet?" He leaned closer to you, caging you against the washer as he whispered into your ear. "How about Toji?"

The thought popped into your head that if you could see that much of his ass, Toji was probably not wearing underwear. The heat of his body was mere inches from yours. You tensed up before pushing him away.

"Fuck off." You shuffled to the door in an attempt to remain composed.

"Do you want me to fix your sink or not?" He was leaning on your washer now, although you didn't dare spare him a glance.

"Put a shirt on first." You left the laundry room with him following closely behind, both of you stopping at the doors right next to each other.

"I'll see you in 10 minutes then." Toji went into his apartment and sighed. He hated that he said shit like that to you, what was that dildo comment, anyway?

He thought you were so adorable, he couldn't get you out of his mind. He always wanted to keep an eye on you. To give himself opportunities to see you. That's why he kept showing up and saying stupid shit because even if you pushed him away in the end at least he got to spend some time with you.

God, it was so fucking sappy. He just needed to fuck you and be done with it. Then, he could move on. Then, when he was fucking someone else, maybe he wouldn't be desperate to shout your name, hoping you were listening on the other side of that wall. He knew that having sex with other people wasn't really a good way to get your attention, but if you got even a little jealous it would be worth it.

He found one of his tightest shirts and threw it on, checking himself in the mirror only briefly before making his way to your apartment. He banged on your door recklessly, all thoughts of trying to be less abrasive gone the second he left his apartment.

You opened the door and before you could say anything, he spoke. "Heard you need to get your pipes checked." He grinned.

"Is this a fucking porno?" You rolled your eyes. "It's the kitchen sink. In here." You led him to your kitchen and turned the faucet on, water sputtering out and then slowly trickling, even when it was turned on all the way.

He put his fingers under the water for a moment before flicking water at you.

"Hey!" You pouted at him as he laughed at your reaction. "I'm not going to keep you company if you're going to act like a child." You turned the water off, grabbing the kitchen towel.

"Sorry, sorry." He was still chuckling. "I couldn't resist." He knelt in front of the sink, opened the cabinets, and started moving your things around to get to the piping in the back.

"Don't worry, I won't look at your ass this time." It took all of your self-restraint, but you really weren't looking at his ass. You were distracted by a text from a guy you'd seen a couple of times, a meme about seeing you again.

"Aww, it's right in front of you, what are you supposed to do?" He mocked you from under the sink. He sat up, seeing that you were grinning at something on your phone. "What's funny?" He asked, feeling a pang of envy at whoever just made you smile when you were supposed to be paying attention to him.

"Oh," You quickly put your phone away, meeting Toji's gaze. "It's nothing."

"Do you have a toolbox?" He asked, uncharacteristically serious.

"Sure." You went and grabbed it for him. After bringing it back, your phone rang. It was the guy you were texting. "Oh, I should take this. I'll be right back."

Toji pulled a monkey wrench out of your toolkit and crawled back under the sink. He could still hear you speaking despite being in the other room. Something about a date on Saturday. His heart twisted in his chest. He had half a mind to smash your sink to pieces and insist he needed to fix it on Saturday, but that wouldn't stop you from seeing whoever this guy was. Or even asking him to come fix it instead.

He twisted the loose bolts and fixed up the piping, but remained under the sink as he collected his thoughts. He was absolutely fuming at the way that asshole was making you giggle. Didn't he know that you belonged to him?

Breathe, Toji. He nearly growled at that last thought. He heard you walking back into the kitchen and emerged from under the sink, now standing in front of it. He turned on the faucet and it ran as it should.

"It's fixed." His voice was almost gentle. Almost. He turned the water off again.

"That was so quick!" You marveled, placing a hand on his arm. His heart felt like it was in a battle of tug-of-war. Your touch was so warm, he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

Toji grabbed your wrist, flipping you around only to back you up against the counter.

"Now, let's talk about payment." He grinned and your heart was racing.

"Payment? I thought this was a favor." You were getting a little nervous. Toji regularly pinned you against things like this but he'd never done it in private. In fact, the two of you had never been in private together.

"How about a date? I'm thinking... Saturday." Toji grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger, directing your gaze at him. He overheard you.

"I'm... busy." You didn't really know how to handle this. Your heart was racing.

"Busy?" His face closed in on yours, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. "With what?"

You were speechless, your whole body lighting up like it never had before. It was clear to you now that you wanted this. You wanted him. All that time spent ogling his hot body, shoving your emotions aside to attempt to insult him. It was just a ruse to keep him far away. Because you knew this whole time that he was dangerous. A mistake.

Your breath mingled with his as your jaw slackened. You desperately wanted him to kiss you.

"With what, sweetheart?" He repeated, reminding you that he was waiting on an answer.

"N-nothing..." You whimpered.

"You're mine, then." He mumbled, toying with you as he leaned in briefly, pulling himself away just as you tried to kiss him.

"Toji..." you grumbled, your hands trailing up his abs.

"Say it." He slowly moved closer to you again as he waited for your response. He was trying to be intense and manly but there was something soft and vulnerable behind his words. Like he needed you to want him just as desperately as he wanted you.

"I..." You hesitated. He was trouble, you knew it. This was a mistake. That was all you could think. And yet, your brain really wasn't doing the thinking here. Your body was burning with desire. Your sex fluttered with anticipation as his lips brushed against yours again. You pushed your hands up to his shoulders and over the back of his neck. "I'm yours... Toji."

His kisses crashed against you with all the grace of the ocean in a perfect storm, wild and desperate to sink you to the sea floor. He stole your breath moment by moment and you could feel yourself drowning in the lust suddenly trickling through your bones. His hands kneaded into your body, searching for the spots that made you whimper into his mouth. And as his own hunger for you took control, you found yourself returning his desire just as recklessly. Just as violently.

Toji pulled away from your swollen lips with the intention of leaving dark hickeys all over your neck. As he sucked and bit at your sensitive skin, you could feel his eager cock pressed against you. One of his hands floated to your sex, feeling your contours through your clothes.

His lips. His fingers. His teeth. His tongue. All working in tandem to etch themselves in your memory so deeply that you couldn't even come close to forgetting this moment. He needed anything else to be inadequate. After tonight, he needed to be the only one to ever make you cum again.

You were panting for him as he gripped your jeans, hastily unbuttoning them and pushing them down your hips. His teeth didn't leave your collarbone as his hand started rubbing your arousal.

"So needy..." He slurred against your skin, the vibrations of his voice heightening your sensitivity. Your body was so responsive to him as he worked you, greedily corrupting you.

Your whole body shivered with pleasure, waves of desire rolling through you. It was almost too much, but at the same time, you didn't want him to stop. Just as the unforgiving waves of the ocean pulled sailors to their demise, Toji's relentless foreplay pulled you deeper into the bounds of his depravity.

He had you on the edge. "Toji..." You whimpered his name but he didn't stop, so you said it louder. And louder again, this time punctuated by moans.

"Mmh..." He groaned against you. "Cum for me, sweetheart." His motions sped up, the familiar tingle raging in your core had finally broken the barrier, ripping through your body in an earth shattering orgasm. He kept going, even as you came all over his hand. Even as you attempted to squirm out of his grasp. Even as your oversensitive sex sputtered as if shooting blanks.

"Toji, I-" Before you could finish your thought, his soaked fingers plunged into your mouth.

"I don't ever want to hear about another man again." He growled.

tagging @bite-sized-devil

#toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #me <- no knowledge of plumbing #that's how they fix stuff in the movies which means it's real #might fuck around and write a part two where toji rails you #quite likely actually bc I just Had A Thought

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metanarrates · 3 months

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I'm interested to know what "protagonist" is defined as here. usually a protagonist is a character who gets major plot focus and whose viewpoint drives the bulk of narrative involving them. (im speaking in basic terms here; the definition of "protagonist" is one that can be endlessly litigated.) a character can be the protagonist of a subplot without appearing again in the main narrative, but...

it's interesting to me that, before now and after the events of this arc, kim dokja rarely speaks or thinks about jang hayoung at all. this is really weird, considering that she is a protagonist in his favorite novel. he thinks WAY more about characters like lee jihye and lee hyunsung than he ever does about her. granted, part of this is due to their membership in his party, but I would argue that even kim namwoon seems to be more emotionally significant to kim dokja, and that guy has been dead since the start of orv. what's the reason for this?

I can think of two:

1. "protagonist" is defined very loosely here. twsa, from kim dokja's descriptions, sounds very oddly structured as a novel. jang hayoung is considered a protagonist by the novel because she stars in her own subplot and because she represents one of the three ways to survive. however, she might not get a ton of screen time in twsa itself.

2. kim dokja is just fucking weird about jhy. since he had a hand in creating her character, he has almost shameful emotions towards her. maybe he's embarrassed by how she reflects his youthful cringiness, similar to how he feels about knw. or maybe she reflects something else about him that he doesn't like to see. we'll get back to this later in my reread, since I'll have a much better grasp on how he views her by then. regardless of his reasoning, though, and regardless of how much screentime she has in twsa, the end result is that kdj doesn't like to think about her.

i suspect it's a mix of both, but I can't say for sure. this is going to be something I'll keep mulling over during this arc. it is an arc i don't remember very well, for the record, so I'm interested to see what happens here.

(as an aside, it is REALLY interesting for me to think about how twsa is written and structured. there's not a ton of info given on how it actually functioned as a novel, since most of the story is filtered through kdj's perception of it. i wonder what kind of arcs it had and how character focus was handled...)

#nic's great orv reread #i LOVE plumbing the depths of a fictional text we only know about through a reader. its an interesting exercise to think about for sure #i dunno if i would want to Read twsa but im so fascinated by how kdj percieves it versus how it actually might have been

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thecounterfeit-redhead · 4 months

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I’ve always wanted to know what happens at camp while the trio is off on their quest, like obviously they’re training and whatnot but like I NEED SPECIFICS

#did they try to fix the plumbing #would they have a funeral for clarisse’s spear #how many funeral shrouds have they made for Percy #are Chiron and mr d following along on a tv in the big house #the stoll brothers most definitely have betting set up for whether they’ll come back or be successful in the quest #percy jackson series #percabeth #percy series #pjo #annabeth chase #percy jackson #rick riordan #pls send pjo content #grover underwood

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thresholdbb · 6 months

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A Federation starship seems like a terrible place for a bath

#so many red alerts #so much random turbulence and space anomalies #everyone slamming around the bridge and corridors #if they call a red alert and you’re in the bath #then you come back post red alert and your quarters are flooded #is there some sci-fi world building that I’m missing about how their quarters stay clean and how their plumbing works #federation impracticality #sonic showers make sense in terms of practicality #I don’t know how well the science works out on the sonic showers though that one is a mystery #like their ear health???#sonic shower thoughts #yeah build your romantical forest tub #it makes sense on a planet #it also makes sense on a space station like ds9 much more stable #but a tub of water flying through space seems unwise given the track history #they’re on voyager they’re on the enterprise #this is me projecting isn’t it cause I cannot take baths #memeish

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whirlwindwonderland · 1 month

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Life is Beautiful, the World is Marvelous, and I Love Everyone!

I saw a few bits of very neat Geronimo Stilton Fanart, went down a rabbit hole, couldn't find any art of my favourite character. Which on one hand, fair, she only appeared in one book, but on the other hand Justice For My Queen Cheesy Lou, because I was almost convinced I'd imagined her.

#geronimo stilton #humanized fanart #my art #fanart #Cheesy Lou Sweetsnout #She's in the Valentine's Day Disaster book and spends it being an absolute girlboss and saving Geronimo's ass 7 ways to sunday #Because she just. Knows how to do Everything.#Your newspapers didn't get delivered? She knows several very bored cowmice with horses #Your pipes burst and you twisted your ankle? She knows plumbing and cleaning and has great scented perfume #You electrocute yourself on your fairylights and knock the electricity out of your building? This queen's got you covered #I adore her

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prismaticpichu · 8 months

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Nibelheim Roadblock #3 ~ “Bad Pipe/Flooded”

Suggested by the amazing @holly-sephiroth!! I kinda ran out of fic-writing steam these past few days, so instead of that kinda loose story/analysis thing, I hope the bullet points will suffice lol <3

• At least three days have passed since their less than stellar trip to the Nibelheim Reactor—and by extent, three days since anyone has seen Sephiroth. Thankfully it’s on that third day when someone conveniently realizes the gates to ShinRa Manor are wide open, so that’s precisely where Zack Fair sprints off to in search of his friend.

• Upon entering the foyer, and all of its dank and tenebrous ambience, Zack begins shouting for his commander. There’s no response. He continues to wander aimlessly around the first story, until coming to stop at the base of a loooonnngg spiral staircase. Seriously cliche, but who had time to think about that now? Sephiroth could be upstairs!

• He puts his foot on the first step, reaching for the railing—

• Before immediately recoiling with a disturbed yelp.

• Would’ja know it, but an old and deserted mansion doesn’t exactly get the best house cleaning. Zack peels his hand away from the railing to find it unnervingly sticky, clusters of dust and who knows what clinging to his palm. He nearly goes green. Of course it’s the one day he forgets to put on his glove that he touches unnamed staircase substance™️

• Okay, slight change in plans! Can’t find his commander if he’s on the verge of hurling. Next objective becomes finding the nearest bathroom—because c’mon, there has to be at least ONE in this joint. Right? Right?

• Fortunately there is, just around the corner; Zack gladly rushes inside it and bolts straight for the sink, ready to cleanse himself of the Goop.

• But would’ja know it, old and decrepit manors don’t exactly have the best facilities. As Zack reaches to turn the knob, he’s a little peeved to find that it’s stuck as a tire in mud, quickly becoming addled with anxiety and impatience. He needs to get the GOOP off, man. He needs to GET IT OFF!

• There seemed to be only one logical thing to do in this situation: try harder. So that’s precisely what Zack does. He pulls harder, and harder, and harder, and harder,. Nothing. Desperately, getting his teeth and planting his feet, Zack resorts to grasping the knob with both hands. And with his new grip, he heaves.

• The knob turns.

• Now, when one turns on a sink, they are usually greeted with a tame flow of water they can use to wash their hands. Just a gentle stream, pleasant in viscosity and temperature. And most certainly pleasant in pressure.

• But would’ja know it, old and dilapidated mansions don’t have the best plumbing systems. Or perhaps the former residents just liked an astronomically powerful shower.

• The sink begins to groan, sinisterly—not unlike that of a monster waiting under a child’s bed. And it’s there, two hands clasped over the now-turned knob, eyes wide with shock, that Zack realizes the impending doom he had just unleashed.

• “Uh oh.”

• A jet stream of water explodes from the sink, cascading out at gushing speed and immediately filling up the basin. Yelping, Zack rushes to pull the drain plug, flipping out, jumping a bit as the icy water bleeds over the edge and reaches his shoes. Great. He’s only been in here maybe 6 minutes and he’s already causing property damage—what a hero……!

• “Nice going, Zack,” he says, surrounded by ever-rising water. “Real nice.”

Meanwhile

• Deep in the basement of the very same manor, beneath the labyrinthine webbing of rusting pipes, Sephiroth has his nose buried in a book. He’s distant, lost, underwater…. completely oblivious to the shrieking sounds of a guilty First Class stories above him. His eyes narrow, unearthing all the hideous, poisonous truths the world had kept hidden from him. Unearthing them, just like Her.

• Her… Her and her insidious presence… slowly wrapping around him, day by day, ushering him further and further into the realm beyond consciousness. He is beyond sleepwalking, beyond simple numbness. Not even a cold splash of water would bring him back.

• A waterfall though? Just maybe.

• It was then and there that the ceiling begins to groan, shake, and before the sluggish soul can even react to its presence, a cascade of sink water bursts through a fissure in the ceiling.

• And, conveniently, someone just so happens to be in the splash zone.

• It pounds onto Sephiroth—gushes, crashes, deluges—soaking not only his head but enveloping his entire body in water, head to toe, bang to boot. He gasps, coughing, chokes, nearly taking in H2O as it continues to storm down upon him.

• Needless to say such a sudden burst is enough to jolt him back into awareness, thrust him back into the present. Not to mention that it is FREEZING.

• Blessedly, the impromptu shower eventually comes to a stop. Sephiroth falls to his knees, drenched, his coat glistening like black ice and hair sopping wet. He gasps for air, this time gratefully intaking it, shivering. And that’s when he heard a sudden SQUELCH beneath his hands. He glances down, lashes dripping. Eyes widening. It’s the book he had been reading, soaked and ruined. A stack of pages remains glued to his glove as he peels it away, the appendage trembling.

• And that’s when he realizes just how many books he is truly surrounded by.

• And shivers again.

Meanwhile

• Zack stands in the flooded bathroom, panting as he finally manages to make the water stop.

• Ok. Well… at least his hands were clean.

• Just as he’s leaving the bathroom-turned water park, he hears another door open—or maybe more accurately, slide aside. He rushes around the corner to find Sephiroth emerging from a passage in the wall, somewhere between a zombie and a wet Siamese.

• Zack, just elated to see him, hurries over to him and asks if he found the indoor swimming pool—before slapping him on the wrist and asking if he’s crazy, abandoning their team like that.

• Sephiroth apologizes, his eyes wide, before squishily making his way back to the inn.

• Following Sephiroth’s proper shower, the elephant is still left in the room. Zack sits beside his friend on one of the beds, arm wrapped around his shoulder. It’s much easier to talk through feelings after a refreshing shower—duh—and so, with some gentle prodding, Sephiroth spills his anxieties about being a monster, sharing what he found in the records.

• And this time, without Genesis’s input, Zack tells him him it’s not true <3

#I DO NOT KNOW HOW PLUMBING WORKS I’M NOT SURE IF THIS IS EVEN POSSIBLE #really putting the Fantasy in Final Fantasy now folks #suspend your disbelief for the plumbing #sephiroth #ffvii #zack fair #crisis core #nibelheim #nibelheim fix-it #ff7

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