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toji x dom! amab! reader
this is all i could conjure up..
cw ; hate sex? (idk theres no sex) , hair pulling , cock stepping , slapping , s & m themes , degradation , extremely rushed, just a long imagine thing..
imagine you nd toji never getting along- toji is hotheaded, stubborn, defiant, and crude. the kind of person you hate the most. the kind of person you want to break the most.
its v rare that the two of you have to work together, but when you do you have to try your best to keep your cool - because toji loses it rather quickly. you ask him to do one simple thing and he smirks at you with his chin tilted upwards, claiming he’d rather stick his dick in a bag of nails than have to listen to you. of course. this is the kind of person you hate the most.
he keeps the big boy act up, pretending like he’s better than you, ignoring you, casting you aside, and overall just pissing you off, and so, you lose your cool. of course you decide to confront him in an alleyway, pushing him against the wall with your forearm pressed harshly against his chest, the nails of your other hand digging into his waist.
“you gonna listen now?” you sneer, pressing your body weight against his. “or are you gonna keep being a fuckin prick?”
“the latter.” he states with a raise of his eyebrow. you sigh in annoyance and disgust, dropping your hands from him. “i thought so,” you begin, and the smirk that crawls across his face pisses you off to no end. “i’ll just have to make you.”
and your words catch him off guard, he also thinks you’re stupid, and he wants to laugh, but before he can even release a chuckle, your hand is shooting around his neck and gripping like a vice. he emits a shocked gasp as his head hits the wall behind him harshly and you can only grin in pride as you realize you’ve finally shut him up, but oh? whats this?
the tenting of his pants catches you slightly off guard, but the wet spot growing by the second completely throws you through a loop and its not long until your laughing in his face, a malicious grin covering your own.
“really? you, a masochistic bitch who gets off on being choked?” you snicker loudly, pressing your knee harshly against his cock and tightening your fingers against his throat, feeling the veins pop out against your palm. no sound can escape his mouth and you’re positive he can barely breathe- if at all, but you couldn’t care less.
you swipe at his trembling legs, causing him to drop to his knees, letting go of his throat in favor of grabbing his hair, lifting him by it so he’s kneeling straight- and you’re not surprised by the slutty moan that escapes his mouth in between all of his sputtering and gasps for air.
“what a pathetic man.. wants to act all big and strong but in reality you’re just a little whore that wants to be tossed around, hm?” you ask, stepping on his stomach and pulling his hair tight.
“maybe i’ll make good use of you..” you mumble, moving your foot to his crotch and sliding your hand from his hair to grip his face, moving his head from side to side as if you were inspecting him.
toji whines loudly, his hips canting against your shoe as he grits his teeth.
“you’d like that, huh? want me to slap you around, maybe fuck you ‘nd leave you here, red and blue?”
toji’s eyes roll back at the thought and you’re slapping him across the face before he can even react.
“c’mon, tell me what you want me to do.”
“y-i want that- fuck!” he gasps, gripping onto your pant leg as you push his head into your crotch, your pants button and zipper scratching his face.
“suck it and ride my shoe, then i’ll think about it.”
who knew dragging toji down to a lowly whore was so easy.
enjoy?? this is no where near what i wanted to write originally but i might make an actual fic on this, idk i lost my motivation after accidentally deleting my in progress one </3
#☆ shuowrites#sub toji#sub jjk#top amab reader#top reader#dom reader#sub toji fushiguro#top gn reader#top male reader#sub character#toji x top reader#idk idk idk idk
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i'm not saying anything . (x, x)
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Omg omg! I'm bombarding you with stuff, lovely. So sorry BUT!!!
I'm listening currently to two feet- love is a bi*** and my mind, I swear
Night on an Island. Lu is lost until he follows the smell to an adult Bar. Going in because of food, the anouncer say your stage name and you come out and Lu is mesmorized! Like he can't look away and approches you, and you flirt with him a little, finding him so cute and handsome 😩😩😩😩❤️❤️
if i wasn't such an introvert and didn't hate loud noises/crowds i would be a stripper lmao
STRIPPER: LUFFY x Y/N
(cw: strip club, self-harm scars, stripping/lap dance, sorta angst, stripper has a devil fruit, food)
(a/n: i have no idea if i should've used "she" or "you" so idk man lmao. also ive never been to a strip club, vis-a-vis hating crowds and loud noises, so if ive got any stripper friends out there plz feel free to correct me lmao, also tell me what stripper name u chose for y/n!)
Songs: "Starsick" by Maude Latour, "i'm too pretty for this" by Claire Rosinkranz, "Frankenstein" by Claire Rosinkranz
words: 2.4k
Luffy likes dancing.
He's pretty good at it, too.
But he's never seen anyone dance like this before.
Spinning around on a shiny metal pole, dancing with shoes on that clack together when she lands. Someone hands her money, and she reaches down to take the shiny paper bill. She tucks it into the space between her breasts, lacy bra holding other, sweaty bills.
Her face is slack.
She's scanning the crowd, eyebrows slightly furrowed together. She's not really paying attention to your movement, Luffy notices, especially as she absentmindedly spins around with her legs twisted together. Kinda like a pretzel. Luffy likes pretzels.
"Heya!"
He shouts, crowding his way to the front of the bar. He's at the foot of her stage, the little runway that leads out into the audience lit by blue fluorescents. Her skin is sweaty, and her hair is messy. Fly-aways frame her unamused face. Luffy's skin is heating up.
"Hey," she says, slipping down to kneel in front of him. Her hands trace the neckline of her bra, before sliding down to squeeze her own stomach and hips. Luffy wants to reach out and touch, but Sanji already hit him over the head while telling him the rules.
No touching.
And no spending more than two hundred berries. Luffy wants to see what lap dances are all about, since it's something Zoro and Sanji seem to agree on really liking. Would she like that?
Luffy hands her two hundred berries.
"Can I have a lap dance?" He asks, raising his eyebrows as politely as he can. She gestures to the seating around the the side of the dance floor. It's all vinyl and blue lights with shiny poles in the middle.
"Over there?" She asks, lowering herself to her elbows in front of him. Now her face is below him, and her lace-covered ass is in the air. Luffy thinks she's wearing blue, but with all the disco lights it's hard to tell. Sometimes the lingerie looks purple. He tilts his head.
"Do you have private rooms?"
Sanji had mentioned that's what he's gonna do, so Luffy decides that it's probably good enough for him, too. He's never been to a strip club before. Seems okay, so far.
"I can take you to a VIP booth," she says, swinging her legs over the side of the stage. Someone else is spinning around the shiny pole, now. She's wearing stringy underwear and a sports bra. Luffy helps his stripper down off the stage, supporting her arm as she slides delicately to the floor. It's sticky with spilled drinks.
"This way," she says, her voice airy and disinterested. Her lingerie is definitely violet, now. Luffy follows her like a dog would, tagging along at her heels as she leads him to the back room.
"What's your name?" He asks, the scent of jasmine perfume and sweat wafting off of her. He sniffs his own shoulder, wondering what he smells like to her.
"Y/N."
"That's pretty!" Luffy hops along behind her, scooting into the velvet-lined booth as she opens the door for him. It's small, with tufted black seating and another shiny pole in the middle. There's a mirror on one wall. The others are lined in sparkly gold wallpaper.
She starts circling the pole, leaning away from it as she holds it in one hand. Her legs are crossed.
"So," she starts, deadpan, "Since you gave me two hundred already, I can strip and do a buck show for you. Wanna see me naked?" She arches an eyebrow, but her voice doesn't change. Luffy shakes his head.
"Eh, it's okay. Unless you wanna! But I kinda wanted a lap dance?" Luffy is getting a little impatient, watching her spin lazily around the pole with her feet still on the ground. She looks like she's on the swings on a playground--Luffy kinda wants to try. (Next time).
"Lap dances are cool too," she says, striding over to him nonchalantly to kneel between his legs. Luffy stutters a little, not used to having someone so close to his crotch before. She stares at his lap, openly.
"You've paid me a lot, though. So," she shrugs, sliding her hands up his shins to the frayed ends of his denim shorts. Her fingertips play with the fuzzy fabric. Luffy stares at her hands as they move up his legs and over his thighs. She smiles, a small, polite thing, as she says, "I wanted to make sure you felt satisfied, hah."
Luffy shrugs.
"I've never gotten one before! And Sanji says it's really cool, so..." He trails off, fidgety under your slight touches, "I wanna see what all the fuss is about." He pouts a little, unsure if he's made the right choice.
Luffy's not sure what to do.
His hands steady themselves into fists at his hips. The stripper is sparkling a little, he can see in the overhead lights. She's got glitter on her skin, or something--like Nami’s makeup collection.
I'm so sick of all these pretty boys
tryna act like the shit
The stripper slowly slides into Luffy's lap, and his breath hitches in his throat. He's kissed people before, yeah, but...it's never been quite like this. This, so obviously sexual and endearing.
She slowly grinds her hips onto his, as her fingers start to card through his hair. "Pretty," she says, voice slightly scratchy as she speaks. The music is muffled through the speakers; she stands, turning away from him. Her ass is curvy and round, with slight cellulite at the junction where it folds over the backs of her thighs.
And I wish they wouldn't fall in love
then leave me so quick
She swivels her hips, standing a few feet in front of Luffy. His hands clench in and out of fists, as his body starts to react to what he's seeing. She's gorgeous, there's no denying that, although Luffy's more interested in the aura of disinterest and heartbreak that's roiling beneath her skin. He can almost see her energy, crackling at the edges of her silhouette. It's ultraviolet--sorta pastel blue.
He watches the dancer turn around in front of him, as she slowly lowers down, her hand sliding down her own shimmering leg. She straightens, slotting her knee in between Luffy's thighs. He clenches, suddenly extremely aware of her scent. It's jasmine: sweet.
The song swells a bit, as the chorus starts.
I guess I gotta build my Frankenstein
Draw the picture, color all the lines
She smiles, sliding onto Luffy's lap. She stands above him, space left between them for her to slowly sway her hips side to side. She's supporting herself with one hand held onto the headrest of the black velvet lounge. Her chest is in his face, and he tries not to stare too hard at the gap between her breasts and her bra. She smirks.
His face is red; he knows it.
Sanji wasn't exaggerating at all.
"You can touch me," she whispers, dragging her fingers up Luffy's cheek to rest her palm against the side of his face. She sits down now fully on his legs, her supple weight spilling over his body.
Luffy's hands go to her waist, since that seems the safest place for them to settle. She snickers, and leans forward to start mouthing along his jawline. She's searing heat into his skin.
He makes me laugh; never on my nerves
Gets along with my dad
She switches, so now her back is facing him. She still supports herself on the back of the chair, but now she's swaying her hips up and down, snakelike as she slowly thrusts into the air above him.
I've been searching, don't think it's out there
Oh, so loyal, makes me feel spoiled
Then she's sitting down on him, her ass pressed right up against his crotch. She leans forward, hands on her knees, as she shakes it for him. Luffy snickers a little, letting his hands trail over her ass.
He's my daydream, never a nightmare
Every little thing that I want
"Who was he?" Luffy asks, throat scratchy. She stops, stillness overtaking her frame. He scratches at the tops of her thighs.
"Scuse me?"
She asks, vitriol lining every syllable.
Luffy swallows. "The dude who broke your heart?"
Was he not clear enough?
The heartbreak spilling from her soul is suffocating to him; it fills the room like half-purple steam. The song still plays, undercutting the sound of her breaths quickening in her chest.
"Wh-what shit are you tryna pull?" She straightens, spinning around to face him with her hands on her hips. She pops her weight to one side, glaring down at him with ice in her veins. Her energy sizzles, and Luffy guesses that if she had control of her conqueror's haki, then lightning would be striking through the small room.
She has a cute nose.
Luffy shifts, sitting up fully. He swallows, tongue like sandpaper, as he tries to explain himself. "I--sorry, I--," he stutters and stops, then shakes his head. "I didn't mean ta scare ya..."
She raises an eyebrow, a subtle threat underlining her careful expression. Her heartbeat is wild, sending shockwaves through the purple energy pulsing around her. Luffy stands, straightening his shorts. He holds up his hands in surrender.
"Sorry, I--," he starts again, "I see like, um...soul stuff. I guess?" He's not sure how to explain haki to a non-user. (Although he can tell she has observation haki, however subconsciously or not).
"So?"
She stares at him with the eyes of a boa constrictor.
"So...sorry, um. I was just tryna--relate to ya, I guess?" He scratches the back of his head, a rare flush of embarrassment shooting through his cheeks and down his spine. He swallows.
She puffs out a sigh, and goes to lean against the pole.
"My dad," she says, staring at a spot on the floor next to Luffy's feet. She scuffs the sparkly floor with the toe of her stripper heels.
"S'okay," Luffy shrugs, scratching at his own arm, "I won't judge ya."
She sniffs, twisting her lips to one side. "He—left."
"So did mine," he offers, sorta lamely. She smiles, the first twitch of her lips that Luffy's believed all night. He's glad he said hi to her.
"Sorry for asking," he says, thumbing at his nose. He's never felt this...awkward before. She shrugs.
"S'okay," she echoes him, smiling slightly. Her eyes are sparkly, in the lights. She's wearing blue eyeshadow, with silver lines around her lashes. Sometimes Luffy watches Nami do her makeup, standing over her shoulder and making funny faces in the mirror. Luffy stretches his own cheek out, slapping it back against his face in an effort to make his stripper laugh. She stills, eyes wide, before she quirks up a smile.
"Power user?" she asks, grinning. Luffy nods, squeezing his eyes shut in pride like he always does. She snorts, and hooks an elbow around the pole. She spins slowly around it, lifting her feet off the ground.
She sprouts wings.
"Same!" She chirps happily, feathery wings flapping slightly. They're blue and turquoise, with sunshine-colored insides, like a parrot's. "Parrot-parrot fruit," she says, smirking in her own shining pride.
"SO COOL!!!"
Luffy lunges forward, sifting his fingers through the soft feathers. She gasps, but doesn't stop him. She stretches out her wings.
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She ends up sitting on the black velvet chaise with him, sipping her ginger drink she'd gotten someone to fetch for her from the bar. She's smiling in earnest now, her wings stretched out and proud behind her. She's a lot prettier with wings.
"Okay, okay," she's saying, smirking into her fizzy drink, "So I was twelve, and I was scrounging around in the jungle for something to eat--,"
"Oh, me too!!" Luffy says, sitting up in his seat, "I was raised in a jungle too!!"
She snickers, covering her face with one feathered hand. "So dangerous," she says, and Luffy shrugs. He's used to danger. (Is that what the D stands for?) He's not sure.
"So, anyway," she sips from her frosted copper mug, "Super hungry, super lost, thirsty as all shit--and I stumble across this stupid fruit. It's green, all swirly, sorta like a kiwi? Like the inside of it," she swallows, and Luffy sneaks his fingers into her drink. She scoffs, surprised, but she lets him swipe the lime wedge anyway.
"And ya ate it?"
"Mhmm," she nods, wings folded behind her as she speaks, "Tasted like shit--,"
"Mine too! It was purple though."
She smiles, "And there ya go! Sprouted wings and found out I could shift shapes, now. Sorta really cool, actually...," she trails off, eyes sliding to the side. Luffy pokes her cheek.
"Ya can fly, right?!"
"Mhmm, but not for very long."
"So cool," Luffy says again, relaxing back into his seat. His fingers circle his big toes, as he rocks back and forth. He's hungry.
"Can we get snacks?"
She stares at him for a second, but then shrugs. "Sure," she smirks, "My shift's over, anyway. Wanna steal something from the back?"
Luffy's chest soars.
She stands, extending her hand to him. He takes it, and follows along behind her as she leads him out of the club and back in through a back door. She doesn't mind walking around the streets and alleyway in her heels and lingerie, which Luffy likes. She looks comfy, like that. She leaves her wings out too, which Luffy likes even more.
She sneaks into the fridge, opening it to survey its contents. "Salami?" She asks, holding out a log of spiced meat. Luffy thinks he knows what falling in love feels like, all of a sudden.
He licks his lips.
"Sure," he sounds a little hungrier than he means to, but she hands him the whole thing anyway. She reaches back in to pull out a wedge of cheese for herself.
"Let's go eat," she leads him back through the alleyway and down the street. She's got her duffel bag over her shoulder, having run into the dressing room to grab her things. She's wearing a hoodie over her sparkly lingerie, but the sleeves are too long since she's wearing it under her wings. It drapes over her elbows as she walks.
Sanji's gonna be so jealous.
Luffy is giddy as he follows her down the street. She chews her bites of cheese slowly, whereas Luffy has already inhaled his meat. She turns to him, suddenly.
“Wanna stay over at my place?”
Luffy grins.
“Sure!”
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Roier saying actually he’s my son and Jaiden’s, you’re his step father, after Cellbit said Bobby was his son in his heart, like yeah. Yeah. I can’t speak for if it’s a cultural thing or personal, or any sort of intricacies like that I’m woefully unaware to be clear, but like. They married after Bobby died. He was there in his life sure but not quite as a father. He didn’t raise Bobby like Roier did, like Jaiden did. He cared, and he could have been if given more time, but Bobby died. Bobby was loved by his parents and died before Cellbit became anything of the sort. Doesn’t mean Bobby doesn’t love Cellbit, doesn’t mean he can’t be a father like figure, he’s just. Step father. They married after Bobby died. Jaiden was present and was loving and raised Bobby alongside Roier. They were his parents. Cellbit is loved and is part of the family and is happily married to Roier but like. That title can’t be given, not without Bobby able to agree. Not without Bobby being alive.
#idk idk idk idk#it doesn’t take away the love either feels for the other it doesn’t mean Cellbit is held in any less regard it’s just. those titles#are important and already taken. they married after Bobby died. idk man#step doesn’t mean less either yknow. as someone with a step family like step doesn’t mean less automatically. just means I wasn’t raised by#them#I dunno just felt like putting in my own two cents I’ve been seeing a lot of posting around it jfjskgkskjfje#spiderbit shooters like it’s ok it doesn’t mean something so terrible. it just is what it is#in my opinion at least :3#i also don’t know about the cultural differences to be clear? I’ve seen a few posts talking about that as well#mcyt#qsmp#q!roier#q!cellbit#q!bobby#z speaks
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hmmm. imagining a giant eating a dragon. pretty glistening wings disappearing quickly into his soft mouth, the reptile sliding down his throat as easily as if it were coated in butter -- who knew scales go down so smoothly? it's definitely bigger than the humans the giant usually preys upon, giving him a bit of a hard, round paunch that he has to knead at, but the dragon curls up in his belly nicely and doesn't squirm much. perhaps it feels at ease in such a hot environment. he's not complaining about the lack of squirms; something that big would give him a stomach ache if it moved too much. he curls up in the dragon's cave. the warm, heavy, filling presence in his gut lulls him to sleep in no time at all.
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what if maybe..... just maybe..... when mike and will got into that argument in the garage in s3.... and then he watched will bike away sad and upset..... mike thought back to night will went missing.... watching him bike away... completely oblivious of what would happen next..... and the thought of this being their last interaction made his heart stop.....
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shou should have been allowed to see ritsu in that maid cafe uniform and shout AWOOGA
#this is a joke obv. but slash s hes thinking it#LDJDKKELELEL#idk idk idk idk#mp100 shou#mp100#mp100 season 3#shou suzuki#suzuki shou#ritsu kageyama#kageyama ritsu#mp100 ritsu#my art#open commissions
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palestinians are live streaming their own genocide and none of us can do anything to stop it. it's still ongoing. i feel so helpless. i just... think abt this daily.
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Have we not considered that maybe more than one "Ganondorf" can exist at once in a timeline?
Maybe that can make BOTW/TOTK fit in a little more comfortably on the timeline while including their own weird time travel shit
#????#im just saying noone specifically said the last ganon must perish for the cycle to go on#he just happens to be defeated by the time the next one shows up#tloz#botw#totk#tloz totk#tloz timeline#ganondorf#maybe ancient Ganondorf was napping underground while OoT ganondorf wast bamboozling hyrule#idk idk idk idk#i also believe the minish are related to the Zonai dont talk to me
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Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind, tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
Sometimes, far too long for snakes
In my shoes
Walking sleep
In my youth, I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings like you anymore
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* A PLAYLIST FOR ADELAIDE ( spotify link )
dreams, the cranberries
running up that hill, kate bush
just a girl, no doubt
breezeblocks, alt-j
free, florence + the machine
more like you, orla gartland
pristine, snail mail
savior complex, phoebe bridgers
special girl, dodie
map on a wall, lucy dacus
just like a movie, wallows
i will, mitski
kiss me, sixpence none the richer
generous heart, maya hawke
everyone, mitski
shrike, hozier
#playlist#adelaide de lyon#fox of sunholt#idk idk idk idk#shrike is a big adelaide x mc song no i will not explain
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Boop for you <3 are you feeling alright? My dm’s/inbox are always open if you need a friend to talk to!! 💕💕 🫂🫂
BOOP! this was so sweet <333
#im doing fine ig. nothing really happening and it's sad because i'm letting my excersize become my entire life#and when im not doing anything athletic I'm just rotting away in my bed and i don't know what to do#idk idk idk idk#anyways. that doesnt matter#asks!#my darling mutuals <3#lily 🐾
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Pete tapping his chest like this during Fourth of July
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I had a sorta lucid dream with Kyojuro, Sanemi, and Obanai who are like older (you know those like 19-21 year old kids that don’t go to college or leave town and still hang around their old high school?) low level gang members still runnin’ around town…
And and and, hear me out, we have have little ol’ YOU, a senior transferring in their last year of high school in the second semester. Good little grade having sweetie pie and you accidentally, idk, intrude on their turf? Knock their motorcycles over (that will get you shot in some places lmfao).
Plot yada yada…
Then bang, orgy! :3
I need to work on plot lmfao
#idk idk idk idk#yesterday I was worried my snu snu didn’t work#today it is working too well#just an idea lol#my WIPs literally screaming like “father help#I need to FOCUS#but this idea SOUNDS SO SEXY
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to be fair i was thinking that the met gala would be a turning point but not the scene of the entire fic
i know homie sorry I'm messing with you. I think that they share a moment in the met gala bathrooms
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unprompted 4am genderphilosoposting (remembering how i once jokingly called myself a character's mother and how that immediately made me want to crawl out of my own bones)
#[undertale damage sfx]#she/her is fine. lady is on the border of fine and ehh but it's usually theatrical enough to not bother me#capital m mother??? get that away from me. girldad is a-ok on the other hand#and she/her is fine in english. ella has been having more of a Weight to it lately#idk idk idk idk
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