Toji x worm

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I crawled around the streets like a little rat. The weather was humid, my lips were puckered like those women from insta. I wasn't a typical worm. I was a beautiful one. A divine worm the curse users and curses fawn over.

But they were not my type.

"I-i love you worm-chan." There stood Jogo staring down at me with his one eye, like crystal in the dark. His silhouette towered over me as he waited for my honeyed tone of voice.

"I can't accept Jogo..." i politely decline, as 3 strands of my hair swayed because of the wind. Yes I'm bald.

"The fuck you say to me bitch?" He grabbed my lump and i stared at him like a predator, "leave her alone Jogo."

A gravelly voice from behind raised our awareness. There he stood, with his ebony dark hair that reached his ears, emerald irises that looked direct at me. He wore a flannel jacket and a black pants, he looked musty.

"T-toji.." Jogo said in an undertone, he was appalled by the sudden presence. "DON'T COME CLOSE!"

Jogo and his hunchbacked stature went defensive, but his pride was being pummeled down. The top of his head erupts like a volcano, meaning he is in a state of rage.

"Jogo are you tired of dragging?" Toji questions, his cheshire grin plastered on his face that Jogo despised. "What the fuck are you saying Toji? Dragging what!"

Toji made a steeple on his slender finger, before giving out a malevolent laugh. "Dragging deez nuts"

Toji lunges forward, giving Jogo a cataclysmic blow with his inverted spear of heaven that made his opponent drop dead.

"Are you okay?" The dilf bored his eyes at you in query, he looks even more dilfier in front of you if thatsyeven a word.

"T-thank you." I drooled at him and he licked the saliva. "Lemme carry you home."

Toji carried me on his shoulder and i smelled his piss scented shirt. This was the first time i actually had sentimentality over.. a guy...