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mononijikayu · 2 months ago

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casual crazy — fushiguro toji.

“You’re staring.” His voice is deep, casual, but there’s something about it that makes your stomach flip. You don’t look away. Why should you? He’s a sight, broad shoulders stretching his dark shirt, the veins in his arms just there, teasing your drunken brain into all sorts of bad ideas. “So?” you couldn’t help but garble, setting your empty glass down with a clumsy clink. “Can’t help it. You’re kinda hard not to look at.” His smirk deepens. “Are you always this bold, or is it the liquor talking, hm?”

GENRE: alternate universe - canon convergence;

WARNING/S: smut, romance (sorta), enemies to lovers (sorta), assasins and hitmen, friends with benefits, nsfw, rated 18 and above, explicit content, porn with plot, kissing, making out, rough sex, p to v sex, bathroom/toilet sex, orgasm, tension, lust, power play, dirty talk, sexual tension, public sex, size difference, dom/sub undertones, drunken flirting, casual sex turned complicated, humor, profanity, pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl, etc), jealousy, characters speaking in sexual innuendo, mention of sexual euphemisms, depiction of explicit sexual content, assassin! toji, assassin! reader;

WORD COUNT: 5.7k words.

NOTE: i remember writing this while i was going through the horny thoughts i couldn't avoid. genuinely, need to be done dirty like this, i fear. i made my friend beta read this and they were like, 'actually if he calls me good girl again, im gonna lose it' and the reaction was totally worth it. anyway, i hope you enjoy it as much as we did. i love you all <3

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YOU HAVE A VERY BAD RELATIONSHIP WITH ALCOHOL. You’ve long admitted that to yourself. Yet, you’ve done very little about it over the past few years, no matter the amount of therapy or rehab you’ve done.

There just really wasn’t any escape from the addiction that made you feel alive. But that’s just the life of an assassin, you supposed. You had to have something that keeps you alive, that keeps you going, in this line of work.

Your calloused fingers clutch the sweating glass, the whiskey inside sloshing dangerously close to spilling. You should probably slow down, but the warmth spreading through your veins is the only thing keeping you steady. Or maybe it’s the opposite. Hard to tell at this point.

And then, all of a sudden, the devil hands you a brand-new temptation. One far more intoxicating than the burn of whiskey down your throat. The familiar craving for alcohol vanishes in a blink, cast aside as something far more potent takes hold. Lust. Raw and unfiltered, creeping into your veins like wildfire. Because there he is.

Fushiguro Toji.

The dark haired man looks like he’s danced with the devil and walked away grinning, untouched, undefeated. They even say so, all the other assassins. They say he wears sin like a second skin, so easily, so unapologetic, so effortless. And seeing it for yourself, it was actually impressive.

There’s a weight to him, something heavy and dark, yet he carries it with an ease that shouldn’t be possible. Perhaps that’s why he could live easily as an assassin more than most. That lazy confidence rolls off him in waves, an unspoken challenge to the world.

It was as if nothing—no god, no fate, no consequence, could ever chain him down.

Nothing in the world could bring this dangerous man to his knees.

After all, that’s why he’s Shiu’s favorite out of the scores of assassins like you.

The scar at the corner of his mouth twitches when he smirks, a wicked little tell that gives nothing away and yet says everything. His sharp blue—green eyes was interesting to look at, you think.

In some ways, you know you could not read the truth behind those emotions that spiral through those orbs. Yet, it was obvious what intentions they had. And that makes your skin crawl to no end. It was eager, hungry, cutthroat, knowing.

Amusement, intrigue… danger.

You didn’t care for the precisement emotion.

That’s when you knew you were already lost.

“You’re staring.”

His voice is deep, casual, but there’s something about it that makes your stomach flip. You don’t look away. Why should you? He’s a sight, broad shoulders stretching his dark shirt, the veins in his arms just there, teasing your drunken brain into all sorts of bad ideas.

“So?” you couldn’t help but garble, setting your empty glass down with a clumsy clink. “Can’t help it. You’re kinda hard not to look at.”

His smirk deepens. “Are you always this bold, or is it the liquor talking, hm?”

You hum, tilting your head as if actually thinking about it. The room sways a little, but before you can fall off your stool, a firm hand wraps around your arm, steadying you with ease. His fingers are rough, warm, and entirely too comfortable where they are.

“Whoa there, [last name].” he murmurs, close enough now that you can smell him. All smoke, steel, and something faintly sweet. “Didn’t take you for a lightweight.”

“I’m not, Fushiguro.” you protest, frowning up at him. “I just… you’re distracting right now.”

He chuckles, low and deep, and it rumbles through you in a way that makes you grip the edge of the bar. He still hasn’t let go of your arm, and you’re suddenly very aware of how big his hand is, how easily he could manhandle you if he wanted to.

“Distracting, huh?” He tilts his head, watching you like a cat watches a mouse that’s just a little too cocky for its own good. “So, what? You tryna flirt with me?”

Your grin is slow, lazy. “That depends.” you murmur, dragging your fingers up his arm, feeling the way the muscle tenses slightly beneath your touch. “Is it working?”

For a second, he just watches you, unreadable.

Then, he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

“Damn. You are drunk.” He snickers at you. “Not what I expected from you.”

You pout. “That a no?”

He leans in, just a little, enough that his breath fans against your cheek. “That’s a be careful, doll.” he says, voice like gravel, mischievous eyes gleaming with something that makes your throat dry up. “I don’t play nice. I never have.”

Your heart stumbles over itself. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the way he looks at you like he already knows exactly what would make you fall apart, but you find yourself leaning closer instead of backing off.

“Who said I wanted to be nice?”

His fingers tighten around your arm just slightly, his smirk curling into something more dangerous. “…Now that’s interesting.”

Toji exhales a quiet chuckle, his grip on your arm firm but not restraining. He could let go anytime, you could have just as much let go. But neither of you move to do anything. Instead, the tension only builds, like waves crashing over itself over and over.

His eyes flick over you, slow and assessing, like he’s deciding whether you’re a good bet or just another bad decision waiting to happen. Not that he seems like the type to care about bad decisions.

“You got a death wish or somethin’?” he murmurs, tilting his head, the scar on his lip twitching.

You smirk, fingers playing at the rim of your glass. “I dunno,” you say, voice dipping lower, hazier. “Depends. Are you planning on killing me?”

His grin sharpens. “Not unless you ask really nicely, doll.”

A shiver runs down your spine. It was one that had nothing to do with alcohol, that was quite certain. You should probably tread carefully, but the way he’s looking at you, like you’re something worth toying with, tasting. You suppose that makes you bold. Or maybe just stupid. You couldn’t decide the distinction.

“So what if I did?” You lean in, resting your chin on your palm, eyes locked on his. “What if I wanted a little danger?”

Toji hums, like he’s amused. “Doll, you’re too confident about it, don’t you think? I doubt you could handle it.”

You scoff, but before you can argue, he moves. Just a slight shift, but suddenly, he’s closer. He shook his head at you, full of intrigue. In an instant, his massive knee brushes yours under the bar, his breath teasing your ear as he murmurs,

“You’re drunk. That liquid courage’s talkin’ for you.”

Your fingers trail up his forearm, slow, deliberate. “And what if it’s not?”

He watches you, blue–green eyes dark and unreadable, his lips hovering just out of reach. The tension hums between you, thick and charged, like a wire stretched too tight. You swear the whole bar fades away, until it’s just the two of you and the heat simmering between your bodies.

All of the noise from the bar counter, the clinking glasses of little cheers, the other patrons dancing and singing, being the obnoxious humans they were. None of that truly ever mattered t at that moment. Toji tilts his head, considering. Then, just as slowly, he pulls back, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“Tempting, isn’t it?” he murmurs, tossing back the last of his drink. “But you’d regret it.”

Your stomach twists—frustration? Curiosity? Maybe it was a little of both. “And what if I wouldn’t?”

He smirks, standing from his stool. He towers over you, his presence alone enough to make your breath hitch. “Then that would be even worse.”

“You make it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world.” You hiccuped in reply.

He snickers back at you as he taps two fingers against the bar, signaling for another drink before glancing down at you one last time, his gaze lingering. “Drink some water, doll. Clear that head of yours. An assassin can’t let their guard down.”

You exhale, heart pounding against your ribs.

Well, damn.

You don’t think.

You just move.

Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you. It was like he’s already decided you’re trouble, but he’s entertained enough to stick around and see what kind. Maybe it’s just that you don’t want to let this moment slip away, not when the air between you is crackling, thick with something sharp and wanting.

So when he turns away, you reach out, fingers curling around his wrist—firm but not desperate. Just enough to make him pause. He looks down at your hand, then back at you, one brow quirking up in silent question.

And then you kiss him.

You don’t even give him a chance to smirk, to throw some smug remark about how bold you are. You just let go. You just go for it. Your lips press against his, the taste of whiskey and smoke flooding your senses, and for a second, he doesn’t move.

It’s like he’s caught off guard, like you actually surprised him. But then—then—he takes a moment to exhale a quiet grunt, and his hand is suddenly on your waist, pulling you in just enough to keep you steady.

The kiss is messy, a little too eager, too animalistic. But you don’t care. You can feel the curve of his smirk against your lips, the way he lets you take the lead just long enough to lull you into a false sense of control. Because then, he takes it back.

Fushiguro Toji kisses like he fights. And he liked it that way. It was all too sharp, and devoid of mercy. It was deliberate, like he knows exactly where to hit to make you weak. His teeth graze your bottom lip before he deepens it, tongue sliding against yours, and fuck, you’re dizzy all over again, but this time it has nothing to do with the alcohol.

His fingers dig into your waist, pulling you flush against him, and it sends a spark straight down your spine. He tastes dangerous, and it makes your head spin worse than any drink. And then just as suddenly as he let you have him, he pulled back.

You’re left breathless, your lips tingling, your pulse hammering. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, looking entirely too amused, like he just figured something out about you that even you didn’t know.

His thumb brushes over your lip, slow, lazy. “Huh.” he murmurs, voice husky. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

You swallow hard, trying to regain your balance. “Yeah, well… maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.”

He chuckles, low and deep, thumb still idly tracing your lip like he’s considering whether he wants another taste. “Maybe not, doll.” he agrees, stepping back.

“What are you thinking now?”

His grip lingers just a second too long before he finally lets go. He slyly smiles at you. “I’m startin’ to think I should.”

You should say something witty, something cocky, anything to keep this game going but your brain is still scrambling from the way he kissed you like he was meant to. Toji smirks like he can see exactly what he did to you. Then, with one last lingering look, he turns back toward the bar, tossing a few bills down before sliding his hands into his pockets.

“You comin’, or you just gonna sit there lookin’ dazed?”

Your breath catches. “Where to?”

He glances at you over his shoulder. “Outta here,” he says simply. “Unless you just wanted a kiss and nothin’ more, doll.”

It’s a challenge. A dare. One you have no intention of backing down from. You slide off the stool, shaking off whatever remains of your hesitation, and follow him to wherever he was taking you. After all, you realized you were crazy. You might as well act like crazy, too.

IT DIDN’T TAKE VERY LONG FOR YOU TO END UP WHERE YOU WERE. You and Toji slipped away from the crowded room, making your way to the nearby comfort room. As soon as the door closed behind you, Toji pushed you against the wall, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss.

His hands roamed your body, gripping and squeezing as he pressed his hips against yours.You could feel his hardness through his pants, grinding against your core. Toji's lips trailed down your neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin.

"Someone’s getting quite impatient, isn’t she?" he murmured against your throat, his voice husky with desire. His hands slid under your shirt, his fingers tracing the curves of your breasts.

Your hands tangled in Toji's hair, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, dueling with yours in a passionate dance. Toji's fingers deftly unhooked your bra, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing against your hardening nipples.

A moan escaped your lips, your hips bucking against his. Toji's other hand slid down, popping the button of your jeans and slipping inside. His fingers brushed against your core, finding you already wet with desire

"Fuck, you're so ready for me, aren’t you?" Toji groaned, his breath hot against your skin, his voice thick with satisfaction. His fingers traced slow, teasing circles over your clit, the deliberate motion sending sparks of pleasure crackling through your nerves.

He didn’t just touch you, no. He consumed you whole. He commanded your body, every movement calculated to pull a reaction from you. And he got it. A sharp gasp, a desperate arch of your hips, a needy little whimper that only made his smirk deepen.

He pushed two fingers inside you, the stretch delicious and unrelenting. The slow, slick glide of them made you shudder, your walls tightening around him instinctively. His touch was maddening and all the while measured, knowing, dragging pleasure out of you inch by inch.

“Can you feel it?” he murmured, voice like gravel, like temptation itself. His thumb pressed a little harder against your clit, his fingers curling just right. “Feel how wet you already are? Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight.”

"Hhnnn… your fingers feel so good…” you cooed against him, voice breathy, barely there, your mind slipping under the weight of sensation. “Toji…..fuck…..”

Toji chuckled, low and rough, his amusement edged with something darker—something possessive. "Yeah? Then take ‘em."

His fingers plunged deeper, stretching, stroking, his pace quickening with a ruthless precision. Every twist, every push, every brush against that perfect spot sent you unraveling further. Your body tensed, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, climbing toward an inevitable, overwhelming crescendo.

Toji’s lips ghosted over your ear, his voice nothing but a sinful whisper. “Let me hear you, baby. I wanna feel you come on my fingers.”

His fingers moved with unrelenting precision, pushing deeper, curling just right, stroking over that devastatingly sensitive spot that made your breath catch. Every motion was deliberate, every flick of his wrist measured to wring another shudder from you.

The heat in your core coiled tighter, pleasure winding sharp and insistent. Your legs trembled, muscles clenching, but Toji wasn’t about to let you squirm away. His free hand pressed against your stomach, pinning you down, his grip firm all too possessive.

"You’re so desperate for it," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement, with something darker. "Fucking clenching around me like you’re already close."

A whimper slipped past your lips, and Toji chuckled, the sound rough, pleased. His breath ghosted over your ear, teasing, taunting. "Gonna come for me just like this?" His thumb pressed harder against your clit, circling with slow, devastating intent. "Or do you need more?"

Your body answered before your lips could. Your back arched, fingers grasping for something—anything—to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensation. But Fushiguro Toji had you exactly where he wanted you, held firm in his grasp, unraveling beneath his touch.

His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, voice a husky whisper. "Go on, baby. Let me feel it."

The pressure inside you snapped, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave, leaving you trembling, breathless. Toji held you through it, drawing out every last shudder, his fingers working you through the aftershocks, never once letting up.

When he finally withdrew, his fingers slick and glistening, he brought them to his lips, watching you with that same lazy smirk. The one that sent heat pooling low in your stomach all over again. He sucked them into his mouth, tasting every bit of you with a satisfied hum.

Toji then dragged his cum stained fingers down your thigh, his touch deliberate, lingering, as if savoring the way your body still trembled beneath him. His smirk never wavered, that lazy confidence settling deep in his stance, in the sharp glint of his eyes.

"You look real pretty when you come, pretty." he mused, voice low and rough, like he was speaking more to himself than to you. His gaze flicked over you—your parted lips, the rise and fall of your chest, the dazed look in your eyes. "Bet you’d look even prettier coming on my cock."

The way he said it, like a promise, like an inevitability, sent a fresh wave of heat through you. It was all too much, this sensation. You’ve never truly felt it before, not even with your other partners. Fushiguro Toji was the first to take you down this path.

“But I’m not giving it to you easily, doll.” He smiles at you, overtly sadistic. “You gotta work for it, hm?”

“Toji, this is so cruel!”

He laughs. “But isn’t that how pleasure works? You gotta earn it.”

“But I’m desperate!”

"Tell me, doll." he murmured, fingers tracing up your inner thigh, stopping just shy of where you needed him most. "You want more, don’t you?"

You stared at him for a while, groaning as he got to your cunny again.

Your breath hitched, your hips shifting toward his touch on instinct.

But Toji only chuckled, his grip tightening just enough to keep you still.

"Use your words, doll." he coaxed, his thumb ghosting over your already swollen clit, featherlight, teasing. "You begged so sweetly before. Let me hear it again."

Your pulse pounded, every nerve alight, but he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted so easily. You know that now. He wanted to hear you say it, to watch you squirm, to make you admit just how badly you needed him.

"Please…" The word came out breathless, barely there.

Toji hummed, tilting his head like he was considering whether or not to give you what you wanted. "Mmm. That’s not enough, sweetheart." His fingers flexed against your thigh. "Tell me exactly what you need."

You swallowed hard, heat creeping up your neck.

He was enjoying everything about this situation.

He liked this, how he was dragging it out, making you work for it.

"I need you, you bastard." you finally admitted, voice unsteady but desperate, raw. "I need you inside me. Please, Toji."

Something dark and satisfied flickered across his face, and in an instant, his teasing patience snapped. "That’s more like it, doll." he growled.

Your breath hitched as Toji held you there, his grip firm, unyielding, like he had all the time in the world to savor this moment, to savor you. His thick, calloused fingers pressed deeper into your hips, holding you steady beneath him, his touch branding you, leaving no room for escape. Not that you wanted one.

His lips ghosted over your jaw, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “Takin’ me so well again. You’re such a good girl.” he murmured, his voice deep, rough around the edges, like he was barely holding himself back. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

The question hung between you, thick with expectation, and you couldn’t do anything but nod, your body taut with anticipation, with need. But it was obvious that this wasn’t enough for him just yet, no. He still wanted more. And you still did too, pushing against his long massive fingers, letting the edge of pleasure hit you again in the pandemonium of overstimulation.

“Say it.” Toji ordered, his tone carrying that unmistakable edge, a command wrapped in dark amusement. He wanted to hear it, to pull the words from your lips just like he pulled every other reaction from your body.

Your fingers curled against his arms, nails digging into the hard muscle there, seeking something to anchor yourself to as you gasped out, “Feels—feels so good, Toji.”

A low, satisfied hum rumbled in his chest. “That’s my pretty girl.”

His movements were deliberate, controlled, a stark contrast to the raw hunger in his eyes. He wanted to see you come undone beneath him, to watch every tremor of pleasure ripple through your body. His thumb found your clit, circling in slow, devastating strokes that made your breath hitch, made you gasp his name like a prayer.

Toji leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice nothing but a dark promise. “Now show me something beautiful, doll.”

The dark haired man’s fingers continued their relentless pace, drawing out your pleasure. His thumb circled your clit, the sensitive nub throbbing under his touch. Your body shuddered, waves of ecstasy crashing over you.

"Fuck, you're so responsive, aren’t you?" Toji groaned, his voice strained with desire. His fingers pumped slowly, gentler now, as he helped you ride out the final waves of your second orgasm. "That's it, baby. Let go for me."

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue danced with yours, swallowing your moans and cries of pleasure. As your overbearing orgasm finally subsided, Toji's fingers withdrew slowly, leaving you feeling empty and wanting more. His eyes, dark with lust, met yours.

"You okay?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. "More than okay." you murmured, a satisfied smile on your lips.

Toji's grin was wicked, his hand sliding up your thigh. "Good, because we're just getting started."

He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you over to the nearby counter. He set you down, stepping between your legs. Toji's lips crashed against yours, his kiss demanding and passionate. His hands roamed your body, touching and teasing every inch.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, doll." he promised, his voice low and husky."I'm going to make you scream my name."

His fingers slowly hooked into the waistband of your skirt, tugging them down along with your already wet underwear, He narrowed his eyes at the wetness that stained your underwear. You watched as Toji's eyes darkened further as he then took in the sight of you, bare and exposed.

“Tell me, pretty little doll……What do you want? Say it for me, loud and clear.”

You barely had the breath to answer. “Please… make me feel good.” Your voice trembled, your hips rocking into his touch, desperate for more. “I need you inside me. I need your cock.”

Something dark flickered behind his blue–green eyes, endless hunger twisting his expression into something wicked. A slow smirk stretched his lips. “With pleasure.” he growled, pulling his fingers from you.

Toji stripped away his lower garments, his thick cock springing free from its confines, hard and heavy against his abdomen. The sight alone had your mouth running dry. He stepped between your legs, the head of his cock teasing your entrance, dragging slick over your swollen folds.

His fingers dug into your hips, hard enough to bruise. “Look at me, pretty doll.” he ordered, voice edged with command. “I wanna see your face when I stretch you open.”

You met his gaze just as he thrust forward, spearing you open in one swift stroke. The stretch burned, a mix of pain and unbearable pleasure, your walls squeezing around his thick length as he filled you to the hilt. A strangled moan tore from your throat, your head knocking back against the counter, legs trembling from the force of it.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Toji groaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder for a second as he fought for control. “Feel so good wrapped around me like this.”

He pulled back, only to slam forward again, setting a slow, punishing rhythm. Each thrust was deep, measured, deliberate. It was driving the air from your lungs, sending shockwaves of sensation through every nerve ending.

The room filled with the obscene sound of skin meeting skin, your moans tangled with his rough grunts. Toji leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, his voice low and guttural. “You like this, don’t you?”

“F….fu…..I–I do! I…I liiiiikeeee—”

His teeth grazed your earlobe before he sucked it between his lips. “Like being fucked open on my cock?”

The filthy words sent a violent shudder through your body, your walls clenching around him in response. Toji could feel it overwhelm him. He felt everything. A growl ripped from his chest as his pace turned brutal, desperate.

His hips slamming into yours with enough force to jolt the counter beneath you. One hand slipped between your bodies, his calloused fingers finding your clit, rubbing rough circles that sent you hurtling toward the edge.

“Come for me, pretty doll.” he commanded, voice strained, raw, demanding. “Come all over my cock.”

It was too much for you to even bear. It was all too good, all too intense, all too overwhelming. You could feel everything in your body tightening, pleasure coiling sharp and hot in your core before snapping all at once.

Toji's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise and burn. His thrusts became more aggressive, each snap of his hips driving into you with a brutal force that stole the air from your lungs.

The shitty counter creaked beneath you, the heavy sound of its movement mingling with your cries of pleasure and pain. Toji's breath came in ragged pants against your neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin.

"You're mine now, aren’t you?"he growled possessively, his voice low and dangerous. "Say it."

His hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. His other hand slid down to grip your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. You could feel drool sliding down both sides of your lips as you shook over and over again against his intense movements.

"Say you're mine." His hips pounded into you relentlessly, his cock hitting your deepest spots with merciless precision. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation, your body shaking with each thrust.

"Please..." you gasped, your voice hoarse and strained. Toji's eyes flashed with a mix of desire and dominance.

"Please what?" he demanded, his thrusts slowing to a torturous pace. "Tell me what you need."

His grip on your hair tightened, pulling your head back further. His thumb pressed against your lips, forcing them open. "Beg for it."

Your heart raced, your body trembling with a heady mix of fear and arousal. The dominant side of Fushiguro Toji was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. It made you wet and it made you on your guard. It made you want to be possessed and it made you want to be let go. And yet, you knew what you would choose. You knew what you wanted more than being free.

"Please..." you whispered again, your tongue darting out to lick his thumb. "Fuck me harder. Use me. Make me yours."

A wicked grin spreads brutishly across Toji's face, his blue–green eyes darkened with lust at the sight of your surrender to him, to your lust. To his pleasure. To the horridness and the craziness of all of this.

"Good girl." he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Without warning, he pulled out, only to flip you over onto your stomach. And then all the strength of him, pushed his weight on you once again and pushed inside, earning an illicit moan from you, that now repeats like a symphony.

Toji gripped your hips, pulling them up to meet his thrusts. His hand cracked across your ass, the sting mixing with the pleasure coursing through your veins. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and husky.

"Like being punished for being such a greedy little slut." His hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt.He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot against your ear.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, doll." he promised, his words sending shivers down your spine."Until the only thing you can think about is my cock."

His fingers dug into your hips, his pace becoming more frenzied. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and Toji's grunts of pleasure. He reached around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

"Come for me." He whispers hotly against your ears. “Go on, be a good girl, doll.”

“I–I can’t!” You cried out, slurring at your words as you moved against him, letting his pace ruin you. “Too….Too good, fucccckkkkk!”

"Do it, doll. Be a good girl f’r me." Toji demanded, his fingers moving faster against your clit. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you come apart."

His thrusts became more erratic, his breathing ragged against your neck. He bit down on your shoulder, marking you as his.The combination of sensations was overwhelming, pushing you closer to the edge.Your body tensed, your inner walls clamping down on Toji's length.

"That's it, pretty girl!" he growled, his hips pistoning into you. "Come on my cock. Now."

His command was all it took to send you spiraling over the precipice. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with the force of it. Toji's hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself deep as he found his own release. He groaned loudly, his hot seed filling you up, one thrust after the other.

The air was thick with heat, the scent of sweat and sex still lingering in the dimly lit comfort room of the assassin’s bar. Your legs felt like jelly, like your entire body was going to collapse from the force of his push and pull.

You could feel your body still humming from the intensity of what just happened, yet Fushiguro Toji, the absolute menace that he was, looked completely unbothered about it. It was like he hadn’t just rearranged your entire existence against a suspiciously sturdy sink in this bar comfort room.

His breath was still rather heavy, his body slick with piling golden sweat, but his lazy smirk was back in full force as he finally pulled away. He cracked his neck, stretched like he’d just finished a workout, then gave you a once-over, his green eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Damn.” he muttered, running a hand through his damp dark hair. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

You glared at him, or at least tried to, but your legs wobbled the moment you moved, forcing you to grip the sink for support. Toji, ever the bastard, caught it immediately. “I hate you.”

His grin widened. “Aw, what’s wrong, sweetheart? Legs ain’t workin’?”

Your eye twitched. “You—shut up.”

Toji laughed, full and deep, the sound bouncing off the grimy tiled walls. “Tch, that’s what happens when you get greedy, doll.” he mused, zipping up his pants with a satisfied hum. “Didn’t expect you to be such a lil’ freak, though.”

Your face burned, but before you could snap back, a loud bang rattled the door. “OI, HURRY THE FUCK UP!” a voice bellowed from the other side. “Some of us actually need to piss, y’know!”

Oh. Right. The fact that you were in a goddamn assassin’s bar and had just let Fushiguro Toji ruin you and rearrange your guts in the bar comfort room like a couple of horny teenagers had completely slipped your mind.

The depths of the alcohol you had drunk tonight had long slipped away from you and now you were sober. The wanton greed from you had all but disappeared and only replaced by the embarrassment you feel.

You whipped around, hurriedly smoothing down your clothes, heart hammering in mortification. Still trying to make sure his cum doesn’t spill from your thighs, still trying to make yourself presentable.

Meanwhile, Toji took his sweet time adjusting himself and his pants, looking completely unbothered. He even had the audacity to yawn. “Hold your damn horses, you idiots.” he called out lazily. “Some of us were busy.”

Loud groans and swearing erupted from the other side, followed by someone grumbling, “I swear to god, if they clogged the sink again—”

You nearly choked. “Again? What the fuck does that mean, Fushiguro?”

Toji snorted, tossing you a smug look. “Told ya, this ain’t my first time in here for a round. It's always casual. Or crazy Or both. Whichever is preferred.”

You gaped at him, scandalized. “You absolute piece of shit! You fucked me here—”

Another furious bang cut you off, and this time, the doorknob actually rattled. “I SWEAR TO FUCK, IF YOU TWO DON’T OPEN THIS DOOR—”

Toji just laughed, grabbing your wrist before you could fully process what was happening. “Time to go, doll.”

And just like that, he swung the door open, stepping out like he didn’t just defile the bar’s restroom, greeting the pissed-off assassins outside with a lazy smirk and a casual, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

You, on the other hand, nearly tripped over yourself as you followed, trying very hard to ignore the furious glares of the men who had just spent the last twenty minutes listening to your, uh… indiscretions. Toji slung an arm around your shoulders, leading you back toward the bar like it was just another regular night.

“You’re buying the next round.” you grumbled under your breath, face still burning. “And get me new underwear and pants, you fiend.”

Toji grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple like an asshole. “Worth it, though.”

You elbowed him in the ribs.

He only laughed harder.

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tiramissyoucake · 2 months ago

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when do you think that viltrumite mark realized he was in love and how did he first process that??

FUCK YEAH i got carried away here im sorry, dkskfke I had some trouble thinking of this, how would he know reader? Why would he want them? Then this post came to mind.

Something tells me Mark would believe that earth is beautiful, yes. But there's too many evils persisting and leeching off it that it's dying a slow and painful death, he believes he's your liberator.

"So, where IS Viltrum?"

Mark looked up from the telescope you provided, blinking twice. "... it's... very far from here." He didn't elaborate as he leaned down to fit his eye into the glass of the telescope. "You should visit sometime, I hear humans landed on Mars?"

You shrugged as you approached him with an open bag of chips. "I think so, but if its light years away, who's to say how long till we get there?"

He hummed in response, chewing a handful of chips as he offered you the telescope. "Okay, don't move it. But this is what I wanted to show you, that twinkling above one of your constellations is a planet filled with rabid creatures resembling your blobfishes."

You restrained a laugh as you looked in, your smile warmed his heart. "Seriously? Do they like... crawl on land or something?"

"They cling to your skin and bite through flesh, hurts like hell." Mark smiled as you gave a grossed out look. "Like oversized pink leeches."

He barked out a laugh at your description, colorful. "Close enough! Sure!"

"I wonder if there's a space equivalent of sea bunnies..." You murmured, removing yourself from the telescope to glance up at him, he had a wistful expression on his face.

"... I meant what I said before."

"About earth being insignificant?" You recalled as he nodded. "All this technology, this... resilience to power through dark times, yet you haven't discovered a fraction of the vastness that I saw in these galaxies."

The way he looked up at the stars was new, usually he didn't care about them, but now? After spending time with you? It was special. "Yeah, you have to look past that, for all our arrogance, humans aren't that bad."

"Yeah, you're definitely not." You didn't notice when he glanced away from the night sky to smile in your direction.

. . .

The screaming, crying, people panicking as they scrambled to find some sort of safety penetrated the walls and shot into your eardrums no matter how much you cowered in a corner of your house, no matter how hard your palms pressed against the sides of your head. No one expected this— where were you supposed to go? One of those bunkers that have been infiltrated? Your family's home so you could die with them under one roof? Find your friends and escape to some corner of the earth? It's over. This was it.

A creaking noise, gentle but ominous, made itself known. It stood out among the muffled booming and dying screaming. Someone was here.

You covered your mouth and held back your tears, it was one of them, those things, you knew it was aliens, but from where? You had no clue, maybe it was those Flaxans Mark told you about.

"(Name)?" Mark called out, his voice soft as he glanced around. "Come out, it's safe."

Relief flooded your chest as you got up from beneath one of the furniture, hurriedly approaching him and hugging him. "Mark! You're okay— thank God you're okay!" You heaved, his arms circling you and his palm rubbing your back.

"Of course I'm okay," he smiled, taking a comforting whiff of your hair. "We can cuddle later, you have to come with me."

You blinked, confused. "What? Where? Mark—" you grew quiet as you heard a squelching noise when you separated from him, a scent quickly flooding your nose. You looked down at his clothes that were usually a pure and glossy white, a classic Viltrumite uniform, it was now stained with a disgusting red of various shades, old blood, fresh blood, mixing with soot and ash. You glanced down at your own clothes and hands, the blood staining you like a vile infection from the hug you gave him seconds ago.

"You don't have to worry." You looked up, eyes wide and lips trembling. "It's not mine."

"Wh.. What did you do..?" His expression was indescribable, lips pressed to a thin line as he stood his ground. "What I had to, what a Viltrumite has to."

Your home was already dark, the red lights seeping in from the chaos outside made him look otherwordly; some kind of demon, horseman of the apocalypse.

You took a few steps back, your body repulsed by who you assumed was a friend. "Don't look at me like that," he gritted out, approaching you. "Don't look at me like this hasn't been a long time coming, your planet was dying anyway."

"Are you insane?! This isn't your world to declare when it dies or lives!" You found your voice as the fear was replaced with betrayal and rage, disappointment infused among them.

"This is how your world was built, the rich and powerful survive while the lesser fortunate people are forced to die, everything is catered to the strongest." He lifted a bloody hand. "Right now, I'm the strongest thing on this planet-" he gestured to the outside. "-so what I say, goes."

You didn't know what to say, had you taught him that? Was that all he learned from his time on earth? In your house, among your friends, in your favorite places?

"You're killing people," you strained. "Innocent people, it's not fair— the powerful few shouldn't decide for innocent millions!"

"No, I'm liberating your world, but don't worry." He moved too quickly for you to see, using his superpowers on you always left a bad taste in his mouth, but he had to for now, restraining you like some cornered rabbit "You won't miss this planet, Viltrum will suit you better."

That was your last day on earth, cold, scared, covered in blood, and cradled by a murderer.

#your stars have aligned .•°✧✦✧#mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader

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dprvivi · 9 months ago

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p1h reaction to you saying no to having sex

pairing: 0t6 x fem!reader

summery: reader saying that they are not in the mood/don’t want to have sex when their partner wants to have sex (different scenario for each member)

warnings: suggestiv but no smut!

a/n: im a whore for angsty smutty comfort… so I Hope you like this too. Feedback is appreciated!

Thank you so so much for all the love, reblogs and likes on the last post! It means the world!

keeho:

you were in the kitchen making dinner. It was one of those rare times that nobody else was in the apartment, so you were using your time to cook together. The last few weeks have been tough for your relationship since p1h has been everywhere but home and not seeing each other so much has definitely made it tough to feel connected. While cooking you noticed that he was trying to shift the mood to a more sexual one a few times. Kissing your neck while standing behind you, lightly smacking your ass when you bend down or lifting you onto the counter and kiss you. But the last thing you wanted was to have sex. It was the first time you two saw each other again, you wanted to be close to him but not in this way. You wanted to reconnect emotionally and not physically.

After eating you went into the living room still trying to make the mood more emotionally connected and comfortable rather then physical. But for some reason keeho didn’t notice your attempts to turn his advances down. As you were sitting on the couch together talking about something that wasn’t that important. At some point his gaze noticeably shifted more towards your body and he pulled you closer kissing you passionately.

Not that you didn’t want to have sex with your beautiful and kind boyfriend but for some reason it didn’t feel right. You hasn’t seen each other so long and this wasn’t what you wanted to do right now, you wanted to cuddle and watch a movie talking about unimportant things while looking into each other eyes like there are no other people in the world.

When he pulled you into his lap your heart was racing to point that he could have probably heard it. „Keeho….can we stop please“ came out of your mouth without a time to process what you just said. You didn’t want to make him feel bad or make things awkward but you also didn’t want to have sex. He pulled away looking into your eyes with a look that made your heart drop down to your knees. „I’m sorry I-…“ you said filling the silence „no. y/n don’t apologize please“ he cupped your face with hand and you could tell he was feeling bad. „ y/n im so sorry if I pushed you to anything you didn’t want-…“ he says so quietly and nervously it was something you rarely ever heart from him. „No keeho I… you didn’t push me I was just… can we just cuddle tonight?“ you cut him off.

He pushes a strand of hair away from your face looking into your eyes with so much love „ I’m sorry y/n-…“ „keeho it’s fine really-…“ „no let me apologize, I should have payed more attention I’m sorry. Now please choose a movie and we can cuddle until we see sunlight okay?“he said while lifting you off his lap.

Theo:

Theo and you had been out all day, running some errands, getting dinner at your favorite sushi place and going for a walk in the park near their dorm. By the time you got back to the dorm you were exhausted. You walked tru the front door of the dorm being greeted being met with the familiar faces of Theos members. „Y/n! heyyyy your back“ intak said from the kitchen wanting you to feel at home. Theo closed the door behind you two. He was carrying all the stuff you two have bought today and placed them onto the kitchen counter while you were removing your shoes and jacked. You followed into the kitchen, hugging intak while greeting him and then grabbing a glass of water for yourself.

„It’s pretty late already do you just want to head to bed or stay in the livingroom with the members?“ Theo asked you. „I’m pretty tired let’s just head to bed“ you said walking past him to his room only stoping to give him a small kiss. You entered his room going to your overnight bag and getting your toothbrush, pjs and makeup remover before heading into the bathroom. You did notice Theo following you to the bathroom so you waited for him to come in before shutting the door. The gave you a kiss before grabbing his toothbrush and starting to brush his teeth, you did the same. Once you were done he was starting to get changed while you were taking off your makeup. You were comfortable around him but removing your makeup in front of him always left you feeling a bit insecure. Theo,the boyfriend he truly was, obviously knew that and like always didn’t miss his chance to come up behind you in the mirror and hug you from behind „you look so beautiful“ he said. „Stop lying“ you joked, both of you laughing while he shook his head.

You moved to the side pulling you pants down and grabbing them from the floor. Your top was next leaving you in underwear only. Not that Theo didn’t see you in underwear (or less) all the time but he loved you body and he could never get enough. He moved closer to you grabbing your waist while standing in front of you while giving you a kiss. „Do you want my help with this?“ he asked you, smirking while reaching his hands up to your bra clasp and undoing it. As your bra feel to the floor, he pulled you closer, kissing you again. His hands were roaming your body, cherishing your breast and waist. You knew what direction he was heading in but you were absolutely exhausted and tired.

„Im sorry Theo but I’m so tired“ you said between his kisses. He pulled back looking into your eyes. You thought he would look disappointed but I was more the opposite. He was still smiling, he put his hand below your chin pulling you head up just a bit before kissing you quickly. „That’s okay, let’s head to bed honey“ he said giving you your pj shirt into your hand. After you finished changing you finally headed to bed.

Jiung:

You normally don’t visit jiung in the studio because very often the other members are there. Not because you didn’t like the other members you loved them but you felt kind of out of place at the studio with them.

„do you want to come over i miss u“ was the text you received about 30 minutes ago. You had seen each other a few days ago but obviously you missed him too. So there you were Finally arriving at the studio knocking at his small rooms door. He was sitting at his pc working on a new song but when he heard your knock he immediately stood up and opens the door for you.

„heyyy“ he said when he opens the door giving you a quick kiss and hugging you quickly but firmly. „do you want to sit down or-…“ you sit down on his couch cutting him off by saying „are you nervous or something“ you giggling teasing him because you knew he is always nervous about having you at work especially because he’s nervous to show you knew songs. „Whattttt noooo“ he responded sarcastically while sitting down next to you. You took his hand looking him in the eyes. You loved seeing him like this, without makeup and in baggy comfortable clothing. „do you want to hear my new song?“

„obviously“you said while giving you a kiss on the cheek before he stood up to his pc. Clicking buttons you didn’t understand until a song started playing. It was beautiful, not finished but absolutely beautiful. „did you write this?“ he nodded still waiting for you to say something. „Jiung it’s so beautiful… I love it“ you said.

He moved to the couch again and kissing you. This time deeper. He moved over you, you now were laying on your back on the couch him on top of you. You loved being with him but this was a bit to risky for your comfort. You were shy and you were aware of that. When he started to move his hand down to undo your pants you couldn’t hold back anymore „jiung- I dont-…can we stop?“ you said fast and quiet. Shutting your eyes while saying it. You felt his hand Cup your face „hey… of course. Are you okay?“. He moved to sit besides you, holding your hand. „yes I …. Im okay this is just a bit out of my comfort zone… I love having sex with you but … maybe not here“. You looked at him and he just smiled. „I’m glad you said something, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, are you sure you are okay ?“ he looked at you with so much love it was kind of strange that you actually thought he would be mad. You nodded at him giving him a smile before he gave you a kiss on the forehead „I love you darling don’t forget that“. You stayed on the couch a bit before heading home.

Intak:

You two were in his room, laying on his bed. It was pretty late already and you had come over only a few hours ago. „Oh my god just pick one“ you said laughing. Intak had been scrolling thru Netflix for half an hour finding a reason for each movie not to watch it. „Noooo y/n I want a movie we both will like“ he responded looking at you with a pout. „This one… what about this one“ you said pointing to the screen. „fineeee“ he said finally clicking play on a romcom.

He was rested with his back against the wall with you in between his legs, your back pressed against his torso and the back of his head rested against his chest. After a while of just talking and the movie fading into the background he softly started kissing your neck and the top of your head from behind. You moaned slightly at the sensation, his warm breath feeling so electrifying against your neck. You felt his hands start reaching up your shirt from behind. You finally turned around being on top of him. He put his hands on your neck pulling you closer and kissing you deeply. He reached under your shirt and started pulling it over your head. He groaned when you reached your hands under his shirt, teaming his trained body.

When his hands started wandering lower you suddenly remembered something important. You had started your period today, you totally forgot to tell him. You subconsciously pulled away a bit. „wait- intak im on my period“ you said breathless between kisses. He stoped kissing you looking you into the eyes with his beautiful dark puppy eyes. He moved a stray strand of hair out of your face as you were hovering over him. „all good princess“ he said casually but sweet and gentle with a soft smile on his face.„Cuddling is underrated anyway“ he said with a chuckle. You moved over to lay besides him „I agree“ you said with a big smile as he wrapped his arm around you while you got comfortable laying your head onto his chest.

Soul:

The relationship was still fresh, not new but you were still taking a lot of first steps together since you were taking things rather slow. You both had never been in a relationship before and both of you knew that.

You were sitting at his pc on his fancy little gaming chair. He was sitting behind you on the bed as you were playing some kind of game together. You had absolutely no idea what you were even doing but he was smiling and laughing so cutely that was all you needed anyway.

„Baby you just killed me“ he said giggling and putting his controller down. „Did I? Im sorry“ you said turning around to give him a kiss as you moved to the bed. Instead of sitting down next to him you pushed him down onto his back, moving on top of him so you were seated on him. „Okay I forgive you“ he said smirking until he pulled your head down to his and kiss you. You started fidgeting with the hem of his tanktop before pulling it over his head. „god shota…“ you said while running your hands over his abs. He turned his head to the side embarrassed but you knew he really appreciated the compliment. He kissed you again and again and god was it hot. But When you started feeling how his hand down into your pants you got nervous. „Shota… I’ve never done this before“ you admitted nervously. He pulled his fingers away placing them at your waist as you were still seated on top of him. He was smiling softly nodding and never breaking eye contact „that’s okay we don’t have to…“ „no I mean we can“ you cut him off but he could tell you were super nervous. „No let’s make your first time special, okay?“ he looked at you rubbing circles with his thumbs at the curve of your waist.

Jongseob:

You were backstage next to jongseob but sitting with the other members. Luckily you loved his members and they loved you two. „We have 25 minutes left before we should head out“ keeho reminded his members knowing that some of them probably already forgot. „Yes mom“ Theo replied sarcastically. You and jongseob were watching TikTok on his phone, sitting very close together. His hand was rested on your thigh which was very cute but he normally wasn’t really into pda in front of his members. You still appreciated the gesture.

„Do you want to go into the dressing room with me I want to add some other accessories“ he said quietly into your direction. „yeah sure“ you responded giving him a kiss on the cheek before standing up together. The other members didn’t say anything when they saw you leaving into the dressing room but that probably only because they didn’t care what you did, the only thing that mattered was that you two were back in time for the stage.

The door of the dressing room closed behind the two of you. He really did reach for accessories which you honestly thought was the only thing you had in mind. But after changing on accessorie and asking you if you liked it he walked over to you and showed his true intentions. He kissed you deeply but with a certain kind of speed you weren’t used two. Not that you didn’t have sex or made out but never in a quicky way. The two of you always took you time having sweet and wholesome sex. Not that you were opposed to the idea of having quicker or rougher sex but this was going so fast and in an environment you didn’t feel comfortable in. He started walking towards a wall with you, pushing you softly against it. He took your hands and put them over your head, holding them against the wall with one of his hands. He started kissing you from your lips down to your chest.

But the only thing you had in mind was the ticking clock. It was 25 minutes until the stage started like 10 minuets ago. Did you really wanted to have sex right now? You loved having sex with him but normally it was different.

„Wait jongseob… wait“ you said breathless between moans and breaths. He pulled away and locked you into the eyes waiting for you to say more. „I don’t know if I want this here… i mean you have to be on stage in like 15 minutes“ you rambled on like you needed some kind of hood excuse but for jongseob anything but a clear yes was a complete no go. He let go of you hands giving you a kiss on the cheek „don’t worry we don’t have to“ he responded cutely.

He tried fixing your hair a bit before heading out to the other members again.

A/n: I’m still new so feedback is still appreciated:) let me know which member was your favorite<3

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𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 – non!mc. caleb deals with the events after getting deployed. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 / 𝐭𝐰 – NSFW!! (18+) wartime setting/era, swearing, hand job, mature themes, sexual themes, angst, PAIN. LITERAL ANGUISH notes – not proofread. haha..im so sorry, you'll still love the story right..? right..?? LOL 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 2 of 3 | previous chapter / next chapter — reblogs comments & likes are appreciated. let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

caleb sits on a rusted ammo crate, elbows on his knees, the weight of the sky pressing down on him. feels like a gut punch. he wants to go home. gunfire echoes in the far hills, sharp and distant like a memory you try not to think about. the air is thick with smoke and burnt earth, but in this moment, everything feels muted—like the world’s holding its breath… for you.

he pulls off one glove with his teeth, fingers fumbling into the fold of his helmet. it’s there, right where he always keeps it. the polaroid. the sweet polaroid of his beloved woman..

it’s a little bent at the corners now. worn from the way he keeps unfolding and folding it. but the image is still clear. your lips are glossed,your eyes laughing and cheeks flush with absolute embarrassment as he held you in an almost bridal position. his hand in your hair. his eyes soft. a piece of warmth in a place that has none.

the girl who called him sweet. the one who laughed at his fake radio voice and looked at him like he was a poem to be loved, not a soldier. he stares at the photo for a long time. like if he looks hard enough, you’d speak. like you’ll lean through the image and remind him he’s still a man. still human. still yours. to come home..

caleb presses the photo to his lips. “soon,” he whispers. his voice barely makes it past the wind. “i promised.”

caleb’s still holding the photo when boots crunch over gravel behind him. he doesn’t look up—he already knows the rhythm of those steps. it’s tom, call sign iceman . loud, lopsided, always dragging his left foot like it owed him money.

“you moonin’ over that girl again, brother?” tom’s thick accent shines through the sounds of planes above them. he grins, plopping down beside him with two steaming tin mugs. he offers one to caleb, who takes it with a quiet nod.

“you’d think she was the only woman in the world, the way ya look at that thing.”

caleb lets out a dry chuckle, tucking the polaroid back into the fold of his helmet like it’s sacred. “she’s not. but she’s the only one that looked at me like i was something worth coming home to.”

tom hums, blowing on his coffee. “mine’s got this way of fussin’ at me when i forget to call her sweetheart. like it’s a crime against the state.” – “you forget on purpose just to hear her yell,” caleb smirks.

“damn right i do,” tom laughs, shaking his head. “that woman’s got fire. married up and i know it. but i love her like life itself. we got two kids already. tryin t’ be there for the third.”

they sit there for a moment, sipping coffee, watching the sun try and fail to break through the smoke-choked sky. he thinks about you, what you’re doing now. wondering if you’re still in that damn bar. maybe he could take your fine ass back home and give you a couple of kids himself.. or maybe he could be your house husband while you put your degree to work. either way, win win for him.

“what’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get back?” caleb asks, voice low, almost like he’s afraid the question might jinx them.

tom doesn’t hesitate. “take her dancing. somewhere with shitty music and bad lighting. doesn’t matter. i just wanna spin her around till she’s laughing so hard she can’t breathe.”

caleb smiles into his cup. “you soft bastard.” – “what about you, captain war hero– or should i say, lieutenant war hero?” tom bumps his shoulder against caleb’s. “you gonna find your girl and write her a sonnet? propose?”

caleb shakes his head, gaze far away. “nah. not yet. just wanna take her out somewhere quiet. real quiet. where she can wear whatever she wants, and i can hold her hand in the open. maybe get her a slice of apple pie.”

tom squints, quizzical at his odd and random choice of dessert, “apple pie?” a beat as they pause, then, “yeah,” caleb says, eyes soft. “she laughed like apple pie.” – tom blinks. “...what the fuck does that even mean?”

“don’t worry about it,” caleb mutters, cheeks pink, trying to hide behind his mug.

“nah nah, you don’t get to drop poetry on me like you’re some socrates or somethin’ and just walk away from it,” – “socrates wasn’t even a fuckin’ poet.” tom grins. “jesus, you are in love.” caleb shrugs, a small smile forming in his face as he fake punches tom. doesn’t deny it.

they sit in silence for a bit longer, the kind of quiet that only happens between people who’ve nearly died together. then caleb says, almost too soft to hear, “i promised her i’d come back.”

tom’s palm connects with calebs chest, patting him in a brotherly manner. “then you better keep that promise.”

dear captain caleb,

i don’t even know where to start. it’s been a month since that night, and somehow i still hear your voice in my head like it’s trying to call me back on a poor shoddy makeshift radio i don’t have. “10-4, captain caleb out.” i still laugh when i think about it. you were so serious about it too. pardon my french but that was kinda sexy. you should pretend to be a pilot next time we make love ;) .

... i miss you. i miss you so bad it feels like i swallowed a stone and it never passed. i’ve replayed that night more times than i can count—how your fingers fit between mine, how you kissed me like i was something soft and fragile. i know we didn’t have a label or promises or anything, but god, caleb… you made me feel chosen. and i’ve been holding onto that feeling like life is depending on it.

i graduated. can you believe that? your girl finally made it out with a degree and a tiny piece of paper that says i’m supposed to know what i’m doing now. i still don’t. but hey—i’m the manager at the bar now. yeah. me. in charge. the same girl who threw a bottle of tequila at a patron for slapping her ass.

they still do “thank you troops” night, and sometimes i wonder if the bell will ring and it’ll be you walking in, tired but looking for me. i know it’s stupid. i know how this works. but i still glance at the door more than i want to admit…

anyway—this letter’s getting long, and i know you probably don’t have time for much reading. so i’m tucking a little surprise in with this. it’s... well. let’s just say it’s a polaroid of me. not one you’ve seen before. think burlesque..risque. think red silk and not a whole lot else. thought maybe if you missed me—really missed me—you’d want something to look at that might help.

don’t worry. it’s just for you.

come back safe, caleb. i mean it. i don’t care how long it takes. just come back. you still owe me that date, remember?

all my love, the girl who still thinks you’re a war hero– which.. you will be after you come back.

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caleb reads the letter twice. once with trembling fingers. twice with a shaking breath. he’s sitting alone in the back of the hangar, a single bulb swaying above his head, casting long shadows on the concrete. the air smells like oil and gunpowder and something dying in the distance. but your words cut through the static, warm and bright like you wrote them in candlelight. he sits in silence as he listens to troops around him outside, but not in the room.

his thumb grazes the edge of the polaroid. thinking about it.. burlesque red. lace and soft skin. your smile like a secret only he gets to know. the kind of picture that could kill a man in the middle of war.

caleb exhales hard through his nose, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. he presses the photo to his forehead like it might cool the storm behind his eyes.

“fuck,” he mutters. caleb was a powerful man, but lust was a different beast.

the longer he stared your beautiful lingerie the harder his dick twitched. to press his fingers against your soft and supple breast, and to kiss every inch of you again like he did that night. the translucent fabric leaves little to no imagination as he fumbles his belt, unzipping his uniform.

he was rock hard. his cock twitching to be inside you, to watch you suck him dry. caleb stares at the photo as he palms the tip of his dick, his moans quiet like a mouse, but his pleasure skyrocketing. his jaw tightens, teeth gritting at how divine it felt. he was long overdue to cum.

his fingers trace his tip, slowly tracing circles until he got tired and slow stroked himself, lazily and slowly thrusting into his hands. he rubs his cock on your polaroid, imagining that it was your skin that he was rubbing it on. his moan grew an octave louder, thanking god that the sounds of tanks, planes and helicopters– and men shouting, were stifling his voice.

though – he felt shameless. he was jacking himself off in the middle of a battlefield, but he needed this. he needed to give into his pleasure, because after all, you did send him such a beautiful photo to remind him that he was still a man, that you missed him greatly and dearly.

caleb starts to thrust harder, his fingers wrapping tighter on his cock. his face red with want and embarrassment as he stared down at your gorgeous smiling face. he bites his lip, to silence himself. it was loud but he still wanted to not chance it.

he keeps pumping until he feels his head spin. his heart beat quickens, his breath getting ragged and his carnal instinct overtaking him. his cum shoots– into your risque polaroid, and his eyes roll back slightly, thinking as if his cum just landed on your beautiful face in front of him.

he catches his breath, ragged with need, as he quickly goes to wipe the polaroid off from his nut, and quickly cleans himself, before zipping his pants and getting ready to go back out.

caleb’s name echoes through the camp.

“lieutenant caleb, sir! you’re needed at the ridge, immediately! colonels orders! ”

he stands immediately, instincts snapping into place like clockwork. the softness in his shoulders fades, replaced by the rigid posture of someone who can’t afford to hesitate- especially with that sound of urgency. he tosses the rest of his coffee, glancing once at tom, who sits on a dented supply crate chowing down on a chili mre like fat kid with cake.

“hold down the fort?” caleb says, already halfway to the tent flap.

“yeah, yeah. go be heroic, lieutenant,” tom nods with a mock salute.

the flap swings shut behind caleb, leaving tom in the dust of his wake. tom rolls his eyes, stretches his back, then turns toward caleb’s cot. it’s nothing special. just a stiff mattress, dusty boots beneath it, and caleb’s personal sack propped against the side like always. the one no one’s allowed to touch.

except caleb left it half open today. tom doesn’t mean to snoop, he swears he doesn’t, but something peeks out—just enough to catch his attention. a photo.

he blinks, leaning forward, the corner of the image curled just enough for him to pull it free. he expects the bartender girl. the polaroid caleb always kept close, the one he waxed poetic over like she was god’s own muse.

but it’s not her.

it’s another woman with soft, proud eyes, —nothing like the girl with the saddened smile at the dock. this woman’s holding a baby. maybe 11 months old. curly hair. wide cheeks. a onesie with ducks on it.

tom freezes.

the handwriting on the back is delicate, almost like a whisper.

our baby says goodnight, always waiting for you, and so am i. love, mc.

tom exhales, slow and shaky, holy shit! he stares at the photo a second longer, the reality sinking in like cold water.

“you son of a bitch…” he mutters. he puts the picture back exactly where he found it, seals the sack shut, and sits back down on the crate, mind spinning. he looks toward the tent flap, still swaying from where caleb had disappeared.

so many things suddenly make sense.

the silence. the restraint. the almost in caleb’s eyes whenever he talked about you.

tom drags a hand down his face, like he was guilty by association.

caleb was never just in love.

he was already someone else’s.

“ this dumb fucking bastard. ”

i hadn’t seen him in a year and a half.. i wonder if he misses me.. the letters stopped coming about a couple months ago.. i wasn’t given any updates on what was going on, and if… he was…no... all i know is that– i miss him. i miss the scent of him when he hugged me. i miss the way he calls me sweetheart.. i want him home.

“mommy mommy!” my eyes snap open, to see my beautiful baby boy babbling to me in his high chair. i blink slowly before i give him a sweet little grin, as i go to pinch his cheeks and raise the bowl to feed him.

after he goes to take a nap, i go to the bathroom. i lift my hands on the cold sink, staring deeply into my face. eye bags, messy hair– when was the last time i even went out with my friends? i don’t look good.

the baby woke up crying again. third time tonight? maybe fourth. i’ve honestly stopped counting. i lift him from the cradle, his tiny fists balled up like he’s fighting the whole world. his cheeks are flushed, lashes stuck together with tears. snot from the crying. i hold her against my chest as i pat him back to sleep– or as best as i can, but i go on. i bounce him gently, swaying as i stare off into the window and the moon. my back hurts. my wrist hurts. and my heart.. oh my heart.

they sit down. her back hurting from the walk. caleb was careful, gentle, as he held her and supported her on her way down to the chair. he sits next to her, his widened childish grin very visible. he then takes a look at the sky as if he’s daydreaming in a field full of flowers. his merriment, a sign that this was his dream: “i’m so excited pipsqueak. i love you. i can’t wait to be a father.”

‘you were so proud of me. of the baby growing inside me. you’d kiss my stomach every night like it was sacred tradition.’ i tear up at the thought, lips trembling with overwhelming sadness. ‘god i wish you were here.’

i open my eyes, listening to the trumpets go off. i lay there longer than i stay awake. the peacefulness surrounds me as if i am in heaven. no crying. just silence as the trumpets die down. i can’t believe i’m saying this but– i’m happy for the silence. it reminds me that there are good parts in life.. not that the baby is bad…

i used to daydream about being a mom. i thought i’d be better at it. softer. more patient. but i get angry sometimes. not at the baby, never him. just at the world. at caleb. at myself for crying quietly into my pillow so my son doesn’t have to see me fall apart.

i go through the motions like muscle memory. warm bottle, rock him gently, hum a lullaby even though my throat is raw. and sometimes, only sometimes, i talk to caleb out loud like he’s still here. like he’ll answer me back from the hallway or the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes and wrapping his arms around my waist like he used to.

“i folded your shirts the way you like,” i whisper sometimes, even though no one’s listening.

today i found one of his old t-shirts. the one he wore religiously back when we were in college. his aviation shirt that he wore loud and proud like a silly kid. it was stuffed in the back of the closet like a forgotten piece of a past life. i held it against my face. it didn’t smell like him anymore. it just smelled like time. it looked like time as well. it was worn out– can’t even make out the words anymore.

i sat on the bathroom floor and cried until my stomach cramped. the kind of sobbing that makes you want to scream but you can’t because the baby’s asleep in the next room.

i just want someone to take care of me for once. sometimes i wonder if he’s still mine. i don’t want to think that. i feel sick for even writing it. but when the letters stopped coming, something inside me went quiet. and that silence has been growing.

maybe he’s just too busy. maybe he doesn’t know what to say. maybe something happened. or….. or… maybe he’s found someone who doesn’t look like she’s unraveling at the edges.. who is happier.. or prettier…. god, i hope not. but the fear lives here now. curled up next to me in bed, whispering things i try not to believe. but i still set his plate out at dinner. every night. just in case. i feel like a stupid woman gone insane, but i can’t help it.

i heard the door before i heard my name. the jingle of keys. the shuffle of boots. then…his voice.

“baby?”

i froze. hands still in the dishwater, heart leaping into my throat. i almost didn’t believe it. i didn’t move until i saw his silhouette in the kitchen doorway.

it was him. god, it was really him.

caleb.

my caleb.

i dropped the dish towel and ran. threw my arms around him so hard i thought we might both fall over. he caught me like he always used to—arms strong, steady, wrapped around me like armor. i sobbed into his neck, breathing in the scent of dust and metal and something familiar underneath it all.

“you’re home,” i whispered, voice cracking. “just for a few days,” he said.

i nodded against his chest, too busy memorizing his heartbeat to care about the details. our son stirred from the other room, like he could feel something had shifted. caleb looked toward the sound, then down at me.

his face didn’t match mine. i was all joy and disbelief. he was... something else. tired. distant. ready.

we sat on the couch later that evening. our son asleep in his arms, little fists balled up against caleb’s chest. it was one of those picture-perfect moments. one i would’ve killed for six months ago. then he cleared his throat.

“i pulled some strings,” he said, softly. i blinked. “what?”

it was quiet…. the quiet that i had experienced months and months ago…

“i... arranged something. the papers should be finalized by sunday.”

papers?

it didn’t hit me all at once. it sort of hovered there between us, like fog creeping in through the cracks. then i saw it. the manila envelope on the coffee table…

divorce.

“you’re kidding,” i said, even though i already knew he wasn’t. he shook his head. didn’t look at me. just cradled our baby like he couldn’t look at both of us at once.

“caleb,” i said, and my voice cracked on his name like it didn’t want to come out. “you’re divorcing me? this weekend?” he nodded. still quiet. like being silent would make it softer.

i wanted to fucking vomit. to throw all his shit out of the house. to slap him. to break down.

“after everything? after this?” i gestured toward the baby, toward the house, toward the life i’d been dragging uphill by myself for a year and a half. “you came home just to leave me?”

he finally met my eyes. and that’s when i saw it. he wasn’t just tired. he was already gone.

“you came home just to..... leave me?” my voice is barely a whisper now. he nods. again. silent. again….that’s what sets me off.

“no. no, fuck that, caleb – say something. don’t just sit there and nod like this is something we both agreed to. i have been waiting for you faithfully. i have been fighting for you. for us. i raised your son by myself, and you walk in here and hand me paperwork to fill out like im a fucking kid with homework?”

his jaw tightens, his eyes darken. he doesn’t look away this time. “don’t act like you didn’t know this was coming.” i blink. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

caleb sets our sleeping son down on the couch with careful, practiced hands– like a man who still remembers how to be gentle.. and.. and it breaks me even more. he rises slowly, rubbing the back of his neck, and for a second i see the tension brewing in his shoulders like a thunderstorm.

“i’m not stupid, okay?” he says finally. “i’ve seen the way you talk about zayne.” my stomach drops, “…what?”

“don’t play dumb,” he snaps, sharper than i’ve ever heard him. “it’s always zayne this, zayne that. you write him letters. you talk about how he helped you fix the fence. how he brings you groceries when it storms. how he’s always there. comforting you. you think i don’t see what that means?”

“zayne is our friend–”

“was,” caleb cuts in. “was my friend. now he’s just the guy you fell in love with while i was out in the sky getting shot at.”

i reel back like he slapped me. “you think i planned that? you think i wanted to fall apart while you were gone? do you know how lonely it’s been, caleb? how empty this house felt without you? i was holding on by threads, and zayne…he– he didn’t ask for anything. he didn’t touch me. he just showed up.”

caleb scoffs, shaking his head, pacing now. “yeah. of course he did. he’s always been waiting for the right moment, hasn’t he?” i feel my chest heaving. the hurt burning so hot it almost blisters from the fucking pain. “i never slept with him.”

“you didn’t have to,” caleb says quietly. “you gave him the part of you that used to be mine.”

silence. that’s the one that breaks me. my arms wrap around myself, more out of instinct than comfort. i feel naked. exposed. furious. broken. “so that’s it?” i ask. “you come home, accuse me of being in love with zayne, drop a divorce on my lap, and just go?” he doesn’t answer at first.

then: “ i pulled strings to make sure it wouldn’t drag. this way, you can move on.”

“i didn’t ask to move on.” – “but you already did,” he says, and it’s not angry anymore. it’s just tired. wrecked. resigned. “and i think i did too.”

i pause. he was like a bastard, repeatedly dropping weights on me. and every weight weighed more and more.

“did you?” he looks at me. and that’s when i know. he won’t say it. but i see it in his eyes. there’s someone else. somewhere. someone who’s not me.

“get out,” i whisper. “what?”

“i said get the fuck out.”

sunday.

caleb sits on the hard bench in the waiting area outside the clerk’s office, back straight, hands in his lap. the papers are in a folder on his lap– signed, dated, pre-reviewed. the military expedited the process, which he thought would make it easier. cleaner. quick in, quick out. no mess. a thin stack of papers that’s about to undo years of life built together. it’s strange how light it feels.

he thought it would feel heavier. the door opens, and he doesn’t need to look up to know it’s her. he does anyway. she looks tired. not just tired– worn. her hair is pulled back messily, like she barely remembered to brush it. her coat is rumpled, one sleeve slightly pushed up. there’s no lipstick, no perfume. her eyes are puffy, red at the edges. she looks like she’s been crying in the car. behind her, zayne lingers. not close enough to touch her. just there. quiet, like a shadow.

caleb’s jaw tenses. she meets his gaze, then looks away. “hi,” she says, voice hoarse. he stays silent, then:

“hey.”

they don’t hug. don’t touch. they just move into the office when they’re called, sitting stiffly across from each other with a worn wooden desk between them. the clerk is polite. efficient. her voice is soft, like she’s handling something delicate.

caleb signs the papers first. his hand doesn’t shake. he doesn’t look at her.

she signs second. hers does. she presses a tissue to her nose halfway through and quietly whispers “sorry” when her tears blot the edge of the signature line.

he can’t help it– his eyes flick over to her. and for just a second, something inside him aches. not for the marriage. not for what they had. but for her, looking like this. alone. Undone.

he clears his throat. doesn’t say anything. when the clerk brings up custody, he answers before the question is finished.

“i’m not asking for it.”

her head snaps up. “what?” and without a beat missed, “you’re already raising him. you’ve been doing it without me for a year and a half.” he keeps his voice level, calm. “i won’t fight you on it. he should be with you.” she blinks, like she wasn’t expecting it. like maybe some part of her thought he would make this harder. she was unravelling by the second.

“i’ll pay support,” caleb adds. “whatever you need. that won’t stop.” she nods, silent, jaw tight. this was no longer a battle she could fight. he was hellbent, and he never usually was.

zayne hasn’t said a word this entire time. just sits near the corner of the room, arms crossed, gaze cast downward. caleb notices the way he glances over every now and then, eyes flicking toward her like he wants to step in, to say something, to help— but knows better. because if he did, he’d get knocked the hell out.

when it’s done, the clerk gives them copies and a muted “take care.” caleb tucks his into the folder and stands. no one moves to speak. “guess that’s it,” he says. she wipes at her eyes and doesn’t look up. “yeah.” caleb takes one look at her before he mumbles,

“take care, pipsqueak.” that did it for her.

caleb turns toward the door. as he passes zayne, their eyes meet for a second. just a flicker. there’s no fight. no words. just quiet understanding between two men who both lost and gained something neither of them can name. as he walks out of the door, he could briefly hear the faint sobs of his now ex wife. steel your nerves. he’d say to himself.

outside, the sky is gray. the air is damp. caleb doesn’t bother pulling his coat tighter– he doesn’t feel the cold right now. when he gets to the car, he sits for a while. he doesn’t start the engine.

instead, he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the photo.

you.

the bartender girl, all red silk and soft smiles. frozen in time, untouched by war, by marriage, by regret. he holds it there in his hand. and stares. and stares.

until something inside him starts to break loose and his chest pulls tight and he realizes…

he really did it.

it’s over. he can be with you like the way you deserve.

the station is louder than he remembered. or maybe he’s just quieter now. boots scuffing across the dirt, pilots calling out over static, the occasional mechanical clang from the hangar bay. it should feel like coming back to something familiar…. but it doesn’t.

caleb steps off the transport with his duffel over one shoulder and the same folder still tucked under his arm. the one with all the paperwork. he hasn’t let go of it yet. not really.

it doesn’t feel like closure. it just feels cold.

“look what the desert dragged back,” tom says, leaning against a stacked crate near the comms tent, squinting against the sun. “you look like a ghost.”

caleb lets a half-smile tug at the corner of his mouth. “feel like one too.” tom falls into step beside him, the kind of easy rhythm only forged through long nights and near-death moments. they head toward the barracks, letting the silence settle in like dust.

then, tom breaks it. voice casual, but not careless. “so uh… just so you know… i, uh… might’ve snooped.” caleb glances over, one brow raised. “your sack was open. when you left. didn’t mean to, but a photo was sticking out.”

caleb doesn’t react much. just keeps walking, a part of him smiles inside, chuckling almost. felt like two teenagers walking to class. “you see it?” he asks eventually.

“yeah. your wife. the baby. looked like a holiday card. kinda gut-punching, actually.” caleb’s quiet for a beat. then shrugs, slow and tired. “yeah, that’s whatever.” tom snorts, but there’s no humor in it. “doesn’t feel like ‘whatever.’ why keep it at all?if you were gonna go through with the divorce anyway.”

caleb stops walking. shifts the weight of his duffel, then lowers it onto the ground with a soft thud. his voice is quiet when he answers.

“i feel like a damn deadbeat.”

another pause. tom allows his friend to be soft. “he’s my kid, tom,” he says, voice rough. “he didn’t ask to be part of this mess. didn’t choose to be born to a father who didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.”

tom blinks. doesn’t say anything. just waits. caleb sits on the edge of his bunk, running a hand through his hair. “i wasn’t there when he was born. wasn’t there for his first steps. first words. i don’t know if he likes sweet potatoes or if he sleeps on his side like i do. i honestly don’t even know what eye color he has. since we got married i got pulled away to different missions, different countries... i missed everything.”

his voice gets quieter.

“and now i’ve made sure i’ll miss everything else.” tom exhales, cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. “you think that makes you a deadbeat?” — “what else does it make me?” caleb mutters. “some guy who left. who paid his way out.”

“you could’ve stayed.” caleb shakes his head, jaw tightening. “i didn’t love her, tom.”

that makes tom freeze. not because it’s shocking, but because it confirms what he’s suspected all along. “i married her because her grandmother backed me into a corner. old school– bloodlines, family name, all that shit. said if i didn’t marry her, i’d be ruining her future. ruining the baby’s. and i mean.. we’re childhood friends. man and woman who were stuck to the hip since we opened our damn eyes. what do you think would happen?”

tom leans against the frame of the bunk, arms crossed now, expression unreadable. “so you did the honorable thing.” “yeah,” caleb scoffs, bitter. “the honorable thing. and then resented it every day after.”

he rubs his hands over his face, voice muffled.

“i didn’t want to live like that. i didn’t want to live at all, for a while. war sounded cleaner than divorce. sounded easier. go out a hero, leave them a folded flag and a paycheck. maybe that would’ve been enough.”

“jesus fuckin’ christ, caleb.” — “i’m not proud of it.”

a long silence. then caleb reaches into his pocket. pulls out the polaroid. the other one.

the dock photo. holding you up, cheek to cheek.

tom glances at it, then back at caleb.

“her.”

“yeah.”

“you in love?”

caleb doesn’t answer right away. he turns the photo over in his hands like it might give him the words he doesn’t know how to say. “she made me feel like i wasn’t already dead,” he murmurs. “like there was still a version of me worth saving. even if it was just for a few hours.”

tom’s quiet, nodding slowly. “you ever gonna tell her about all this?” caleb shrugs.

“maybe..” a pause, “and what if she doesn’t want a man with this kind of wreckage?”

“then i’ll let her go,” caleb says, folding the photo back into his coat. “but i’d rather show her the wreckage than keep pretending it never happened.”

the sirens come fast.

no warning. no time to breathe. one second the base is still, the next it’s pure chaos—alarms screaming, boots slamming the ground, red lights flashing across hangar walls.

tom drops his cigarette and grinds it under his boot. “shit.” caleb doesn’t say a word. he’s already running.

the two of them sprint for the flight line, gear half-strapped, adrenaline thundering louder than the blaring horns. behind them, explosions crack through the sky. someone yells “incoming!” and the tarmac rattles under the weight of something falling from above.

enemy aircraft. sharp and fast.

caleb throws on his helmet, grabs the throttle, and thinks of you.

your laugh. your voice. your body tangled in his. that polaroid you gave him, tucked inside his flight suit.

you don’t know he’s up here. you don’t know he’s about to throw himself into the fire just to make sure there’s still a chance in hell he can see you again. he launches. followed by tom.

the sky’s already on fire– jets slicing through clouds, tracer rounds burning white-hot through the air. caleb banks left, tight and fast, heart hammering in his chest like it’s trying to rip through the suit. tom’s voice crackles in the comms. “got three bastards comin' in at 4 o’clock.”

“i see ’em.” he dives.

you flash behind his eyes again. your lipstick. your fingertips trailing down his neck. the way you looked at him like he wasn’t a soldier—like he was a man. a man you wanted. a man you trusted.

he can’t let this sky be the last place his name is spoken. “you better be waitin’ for me,” he mutters under his breath. “i swear to god, you better be.”

one enemy fighter locks on. missile warning blares. caleb twists, rolls under the fire, pressure slamming him into his seat. another pass. he clips the wing of the bastard on his tail– watches it spiral down in smoke and heat.

“two down,” he says, breath sharp. “how you holdin’ up?”

“still alive,” tom calls. “barely.”

caleb grits his teeth. turns hard into a climb, missile lock blinking red again. he pulls vertical, bleeding speed, letting the other jet overshoot him—and fires.

clean hit. the sky erupts again. you’re the only thing anchoring him now. not duty. not guilt. not even the kid he left behind. you.

you, waiting behind some bar, maybe still laughing with customers, maybe wearing red. maybe reading his letter and wondering if he means it.

he does. he means every goddamn word.

the final wave hits harder. three more fighters, slick and ruthless. caleb grits his teeth, pushes his jet harder. he’s burning fuel fast. sweat beads down the side of his face. “come on. come on.” he twists through a hail of gunfire, missiles clipping just behind him, smoke trailing in his wake. he feels the vibration in his bones.

you are the reason he’s still moving. still breathing. still alive. he’s not fighting for survival. he’s fighting to see your face again.

and if he makes it through this—

he’s going to find you. and tell you everything.

totally did not get emotional writing this.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ! - @leannathespacewerewolf , @rcvcgers, @sanzy4, @flwerie, @mcdepressed290, @genshingeeksworld, @rena-library, @petitepacifist, @kaemaybae,

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jockwrites · 8 months ago

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DIE FOR ME - p.b

warnings: sexual content (reader receiving, strap LOL) angst if you squint, cursing, pet names? i guess?

a/n: not spell checked & english isn’t my first language, lmk how i did :-)

"good God."

those were the last words you heard Paige say before she stormed out of your apartment.

previously, the two of you had been arguing over the fact that for these past two weeks, you'd been suspecting cheating.

today, the topic had been brought back up when she came to your apartment late after practice. even though she'd told you she would be there immediately after. honestly, you just couldn't understand what's been keeping her away from you so fucking late.

you wanna decide to call it a night after she just stormed the fuck out, but you need to find out what's been happening. that's when you decide to find out for yourself.

you put on a jacket over your shorts and tee, grab your keys and head out.

while walking, you decide to check her location. and what do you know, it’s off.

this pissed you cleannnn off. & with your pace becoming faster and faster with each second that passes, her dorms come into view. you don’t waste a second getting into that building.

you hurrily walk to the elevator, eager to get up to that room.

as soon as you make it, not only do you knock once, but twice. and not a single peep heard from behind that door.

as you begin to knock again, the door opens. and it’s her. you’re outraged, angry, so many words to describe your feelings as of right now.

“why the hell is your location off,” you bickered, “and why didn’t you answer the door when i knocked the first TWO times?”

paige just stood there. she didn’t say a word, and this is what made you more frustrated.

as you’re going on and on about how furious you are, paige grabs you by the arm, pulling you into the apartment. she doesn’t say a word to you.

she pushes you against the wall, kissing your neck. and this, this put you into a trance you probably wouldn’t be able to get yourself out of.

her touch becomes more aggressive as you push on her chest, trying to get her to stop. right now you’re serious. but she’s irresistible

“are you pushing me away?” paige whispers into your neck.

“so now you wanna talk..” you scoff, breathing heavy.

“there’s nothing to say. you’re just delusional. you get these petty accusations, put them onto me, then expect me to just sit there and take it.” she slides her hand dangerously low down your shorts.

“i don’t expe..” you’re cut off by her fingers sliding into you.

“i don’t understand why you wanna start shit so bad,” her words sharp, vibrating into your neck as her kisses go lower and her pace increasing. “because if you want me to be a ‘bitch’, i can.”

“you just..” she grabs your right boob, groping as her fingers curl into you while kissing your jawline, leaving hickeys that’ll probably be there for the next day or two. “you just think shit is a game. it isn’t.”

“paige.. that’s not-“ you moan breathlessly, your words cut off by her lips colliding with yours.

“no no.. i know exactly what you’re trying to do.”

you love it when she’s like this. all mad & messed up when it comes to you, damn.

“maybe we should just drop it.” you begged, the pleasure and anger she’s bringing to you becoming overstimulating. you don’t know if she’s mad or horny. maybe both.

“you’re such a fucking brat,” she jeered, “you start shit but can’t finish it.”

her fingers are now pumping faster, her other hand coming up to the side of your neck. she’s practically choking you.

arguing and sex isn’t something you thought you’d been missing out on, guess you were wrong.

“fuck. paige. im sorry, i wasn’t trying to.”

“there’s no time for apologies. you did this shit.” she huffs, pulling her fingers out of you.

she licks them clean, looking you dead in the eyes. you’re left with an unfinished orgasm and now you’re aching for her touch. all that’s left is to see what’s she gonna do next.

“go.” she tempted.

“what? where?”

“in the fucking room. go.”

you walk to the room, opening the door. you see her messy bed, clothes on the floor, shoes everywhere and her phone. the phone you’ve been eager to check.

you sit on the bed, taking off your jacket. you slip off your shoes and throw them in a random corner while waiting for paige.

she walks in the room with nothing but a sports bra and white basketball shorts. she looks good, but heated.

she starts to walk toward you slowly with that look. that look, as if you’re some kind of prey.

“you done being a brat?” she whispers.

“i wasn’t being a brat in the first fucking place,” you sassed. “you’re just crazy.”

that’s when she walks over, pushing you down onto the bed. she’s hovering over you, angry and tempted.

“you thinks it’s okay to just act like a bitch all the time? accusing me of shit you know damn well i haven’t done?” now she’s mad. you’ve pushed her to her limits.

“take them off” she snarled, her eyes roaming to your shorts.

you quickly abide, slipping off your shorts. you already know the timing she’s on.

she takes off hers as well, revealing the purple strap harnessed to her.

“what. is that.” you panted. she’s never fucked you with a strap-on before, her fingers and mouth is just enough for you.

“what do you think it is?” she’s trying to be funny but you’ve never experienced anything like this before. you’re a virgin to “dick.”

“i’ve never- done this before.” you manage to breathe out. even though it’s scary, you want it. you want it to be with her, nobody else.

“you wanna do it? we don’t have to baby.” she gazes at you softly. it’s so attractive how she can go from mean to sweet. you love it.

“yeah, but only with you.” and as soon as those words left your mouth, her eyes went from a bright blue to grey.

she pulls your panties down your legs, revealing your soaked pussy.

“so wet for me already baby,” she purred, “not like this for anybody else hmm?”

“no, never.” you breathed as paige rubbed the tip of the plastic over your wet clit.

“fuck,” she urged “you know you can be a bitch sometimes?” she slides the strap into you, going at a slow pace.

“fuck- mm, i know pai..” you can’t manage to get words out at this point. the pleasure is unbearable.

as her pace speeds up, she grabs your legs, pulling them over her shoulders & around her neck.

as she hovers over you while fucking you senseless in missionary, she pulls her right arm over to rub your clit.

“you think i’d do this with another girl? huh?” she groans.

“HOLY SHIT. paige oh my-“ you whine.

“fuck,” she says, her pace speeding up. “you think im out here fucking other bitches senseless?”

she speeds up, pounding into you with the purple plastic. she removes her hand from your clit, inserting the thumb she used between your lips.

“fuck paige! shit im gonna cum” you moan.

“answer me. you think im doing that shit?” she growls.

she starts to go faster and faster, pumping in and out of you like a mad man.

“no pai- FUCK!” you panted.

“based on those fucking accusations,” she heaved, “you seem to be pretty stuck on that fucking- fuck. stuck on that ‘cheating’ shit.” she groaned. with every second that passes, she speeds up. seems like she’s angry lol.

“paige. im gonna CUM. OHSHIT” you whimper. the pleasure is starting to become overwhelming.

“then cum baby.” she leans down, whispering in your ear.

paige speeds up more and more, hitting the spot that makes you release all over “her.”

“you okay baby?” she says, collapsing beside you.

“you’re good at that.” you breathed.

she turns over to look at you, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“i love you, so much. you see the shit i just did? wouldn’t be caught dead doing that to someone else. i’d die for you.”

a/n: hi im stopping here bc idk what else to write. this isn’t rlly that good so if u have requests or suggestions (constructive criticism) i’d be happy to take them! ty for reading if u even made it this far, byebye

#paige bueckers #paige x reader #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers smut #smut #uconn wbb #wcbb #wbb x reader #uconn x reader

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revelboo · 5 months ago

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god. revel youre a terrible (affectionate) influence, we got the bumblebee lego in at work and its the CUTEST goddamn thing. they gave him BUMPER STICKERS. and REASONS for said bumper stickers (like his street smarts or w/e and its. not much but i think its cute) AND his shattered glass counterpart- goldbug?? iirc?? is on one of the license plates they gave him and on top of that it TRANSFORMS AFTER YOU BUILD IT. im gonna get him n wrap him and park his cute stickered butt under my tree. they gave him a little bee in his cab and on the back of his little id card thing and everything, its so unreasonably cute

I need pictures, because that sounds so cool! Don’t make me go buy a Lego kit, they’re so darn expensive and I’m broke right now. Unfortunately, it looks like I’m the only one at work today, so I’m going to write nonsense

The Weakends Pt 10

TFP Ratchet x Reader

• Heart racing as he drags you into him, servos wrapped around your arm so tight he’s probably going to leave bruises, but it’s hard to care about anything beyond the fact that he’s finally opening up. And he’s also somehow not quite your size, but much closer. “I’m not okay,” he says again, voice tight with tension as you hesitantly go up on tiptoe so you can loop your free arm around his neck and give him a hug. Because you know exactly how hard it is to say those words, because as much as you push at him out of worry, you do the same thing. Work past exhaustion, forget meals or just not want to eat at all because of stress. Worry over everyone but yourself. And his other arm bands around you, pressing you to him so tight you can barely breathe.

• “I know. You don’t have to be,” you whisper and he feels like a fool clinging to you like a sparkling clutches to their carrier. Embarrassed even as it feels like a weight’s been lifted from him. And you’re giving him permission to not keep up the act, but he’s not sure if that indifference and attitude is all that’s keeping him together. If he’ll break if he loses that armor. “We can talk about it if you want? Or about anything, but Doc you’re crushing my ribs a bit.” And uttering a startled laugh, he eases up his grip on you. Freezing when you cup his cheek in a warm hand, eyes staring up at him. Smiling. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually heard you laugh before.”

• Sure he scoffs and laughs, but it’s always dismissive or sarcastic. Never real like this and you want to hear it again. Want this tired, exhausted bot to smile. To be happy so bad it hurts. “I laugh,” he mutters, tone defensive as his optics flick toward your hand on him, to your face, back to your hand. Not asking you to stop touching him, but clearly uncertain about it. Making you wonder how long it’s been since someone touched him like this. Held him. Kissed him. Do they do that? There’s so much about Cybertronians you have no clue about. So many things that are achingly familiar to humans, despite how different they are.

• Startlingly soft and warm, your little hand lingers on his face. That touch tempting him to touch you in return, becoming all too aware of the way you feel against him. Could turn his head and let his mouth brush your palm, could run his servos through the softness of your hair. Aware that he’s staring at you, lost in those lovely eyes. Unable to move in case you come to your senses and move away. “You should laugh more,” you say, thumb sliding against him and brushing the corner of his mouth. “I like when you smile.”

• You’ve lost your mind, but it seems to be contagious as he bends toward you. When he vents, it fans across your face and stirs your hair. His serious mouth so close to yours and his big hand sliding from your side up your back as the other lets go of your arm and his servos just barely ghost over your cheek. Blood heating with awareness of him, of those big hands on you as you want something you’re not sure is allowed or even possible. “Do you?” He asks, voice gruff and deep, lips almost brushing yours. Know that any minute he’ll realize what he’s doing and stop. The walls will go back up and you don’t want that. Don’t want to let whatever this is slip through your fingers even if it’s a mistake. Even if you’re just going to regret it. Free hand catching at his chassis, you crush your mouth to his before you can overthink how terrible an idea this is. And he recoils back in surprise or distaste and it hurts, your face heating at the rejection. Then his mouth comes down on yours, those hands tightening on you until there’s no way they won’t leave bruises and Cybertronians do kiss. He kisses with a consuming desperation that leaves you molten with the need for more. For everything.

#transformers x reader #ratchet x reader #tfp ratchet

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grahstumhurts · 6 months ago

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1. Ignition

Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band Member!Reader

a/n - n/n basically means nickname

Rekindling Masterlist

“Hey” Lara waves a hand over your face “You good? Zoned out for a good five minutes. Anything you wanna talk about?” She questions the look on your face, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. Noticing the deepness in your thoughts in the way your face had scrunched up.

“I'm good, Dont worry about me.” You shrug her hand off your shoulder, standing up to put your guitar strap on. “What are we working on today?” All four of your band had gathered in Dani’s garage, which had become a tradition ever since forming your quartet. Meeting up every Tuesday and Thursday to work on music together, With Lara as vocals, Dani as bass, Yoonchae on drums and You on guitar and main songwriter.

“We are voting on prom performance songs” Dani grins, “As the leader of our band, I say we should do either Still into you or Fender. if your done that is.”

“Either one works for me.” Yoonchae chimes in, quietly tuning her drum kit.

“I'm down to sing still into you” Lara shrugs and looks over at me expectantly. “What bout’ you? Still into you fits your vibes currently since you're still not over megan.” Dani slaps Laras arm, “Ow what its true!” She rubs her arm.

“Fenders my vote, Dani?” you glance over at dani who is still glaring at Lara. “For the record I'm over her.” You go back to playing around with your pick, One that Megan had given you when you were kids. A pink hello kitty one with her worn out initials on the back.

“You still using that pick says a lot, Yn” Dani scoffs “But i can ask if we do both? I’m sure Ms Grant wont mind us doing two” She shrugs,

“Well some of the lyrics on fender need some reworking since i haven't finished it.” you add in, “I’m like, 80% done though. Shouldn't take too long” you glance into your notebook, the lyrics scribbled in, varieties of different coloured pens from when you had woken up and scribbled something down. You hand it over to Lara, who takes a quick read and nods.

“This is probably some of your best work so far, Personally.” She smiles, “No offence to the other songs in this tragedy of a notebook”

“None taken, Some of those were horrid” You chuckle. “Lets work on still into you first though, I’ll finish up fender in the next couple of days.” You strum your guitar to check its tuning before turning on the amp.

Wednesdays were always the worst. You shared one class with Megan and that was Psychology. On Wednesdays Psych was always first period, which means you had to see her with Greg. Greg is an asshole to say the least, He always teases Yoonchae, who's a sophomore while he's a Senior. Calling her a bunch of racist slurs and other things cause she's a transfer student from Korea, Not sure he realises Megan is also Asian. Pretty fucking ironic honestly. Greg always flirts with Megan any chance he gets. It's hard not to pay attention to his poor attempts at flirting with her when he's so bad at it.

You sit in your regular spot waiting for Ms Ginberg, You open up your notebook and work on changing up some of the lyrics that didn't work.

“Im hiding in the trunk im crossing my legs,” You mumble under your breath, “What's another word for crossing?” You rub your forehead as you repeat your question aloud.

“Pretzeling is a good word. If that's what you're looking for?” Megan stands by your desk, Close enough to notice the scent of oranges and persimmons, Her favourite fruits. “You write music now, That's pretty cool, N/n” She smiles at you, as if she hadn't been ignoring you for the past year.

“Thanks,” You avoid eye contact with her, scribbling down the word in place of crossing. “I'm hiding in the trunk, I'm pretzeling my legs. Sounds a lot better.”

“Whats this song even about?” She questions you, looking into your notebook glancing around at the different lyrics.

“Its nothing, just something i'm working on” You hastily close the book and shove it into your bag. “Since when do you care what i'm doing?” You scoff under your breath as Ms Ginberg walks in, Megan returns to her normal seat next to Greg with a slightly hurt expression.

Class goes as usual, Ms Ginberg teaches nothing, Greg flirts with Megan,Ms Ginberg assigns you way too much homework, and the list goes on. You gotta give it to Greg, he is persistent. Megan comes up behind you after class ends, Taps your shoulder to get your attention.

“Hey, Can we talk after school?” She asks, with a seemingly large amount of sincerity “I owe you an apology and an explanation.”

“What makes you care now?” You cross your arms over your chest and give her a disappointed look “You haven't seemed to care for two years, Megan.” It hurts to call her that when you’ve known her for all your life as Meg or Meimei.

“Look, Just hear me out. You don't have to do anything afterwards, I'll leave you be. But just take a chance on me okay?” She pleads with you.

“Fine, I’ll meet you outside the gate and we’ll talk there.” You sigh deeply, “I’ve gotta go to my next class. I’ll see you around, Megan” You walk off, knocking your shoulders together as you push past her to your second class of the day. Lara ambushes you on your way to your shared ceramics class.

“So, what's the deal with you and Megan anyway?” She gives you a knowing look “If you're not over her just say so, Saw you talking to her earlier.”

“She wanted to talk, I dunno what about but it seems important I guess.” You shrug “I’m not entirely sure if I'm totally over her now.” You sigh again and Lara rolls her eyes

“I knew it, Dude, seriously its not that embarrassing as you think.” She pushes your shoulder playfully “First girl crushes be like that for real.” she laughs after her last comment.

A/n EEEK SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS FIRST CHAPTER CAME OUT WOOOWOWOOO

#katseye x reader #katseye imagines #katseye fluff #katseye megan x reader #katseye #rekindling 🔥❤️#katseye megan skiendiel #megan skiendiel #megan skiendiel x reader #katseye megan skiendiel x reader #grahstumhurts

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gay-dorito-dust · 8 months ago

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we better get a part 2 for that ford fic YOU KNOW WHICH ONE IM TALKING ABOUT

🙂maybe- okay this is my formal apology to those I’ve hurt with the Ford fic by being a little brutal at the end.

Part 1

*a few hours after the confession*

‘You what?!’ Stan exclaimed as Ford finished telling him about his current situation.

‘Stanley please not so loud, they could hear you-‘

‘You walked away from the person you liked, and not only did you walk away from them but you walked away from them AFTER they confessed to you?! What the fuck Stanford!’ Stan ignored his brother and continued to yell, not understanding how badly Ford has truly fucked his chances with you this badly, god knows if Ford will ever get the chance to make up for this because Stan knows from Mabel that you were heartbroken. ‘What were you thinking?!’ He adds, becoming angry on your behalf since you were too distraught to even feel anything other then anguish.

‘I don’t know! I fucked up I get it!’ Ford replied, equally as frustrated at his actions earlier today, feeling his heart break each time he walked past your room just to hear heartbroken sobs and questions regarding your self worth and it was all because of him. Ford then sits himself down on the edge of his bed and rested his head in his hands, his mind replayed what could’ve been the happiest moment in his life, had he not been stupid enough to get up and walked away from you without explanation.

Stupid Ford, stupid. He thought to himself.

‘I thought this was what you wanted.’ Stan said as he calmed himself down upon seeing how bad his brother was taking this as he sat himself down next to Ford. ‘Isn’t being with them something you’ve always dreamed of happening one day? So why sabotage it for yourself and them?’ Stan then asked as he watched his brother with an observant eye, watching Ford as he caress the lucky stone you gifted him when coming across it while walking through the woods one day.

‘They deserve better than me Stanley.’ Ford said softly as he puts the lucky stone back into his coat pocket where it felt heavier than a small stone should, reflective of his guilt in what he did to you, and your hypothetical life together. He had you saying what he’s always dreamt you’d say, but he didn’t feel as though he was worthy of you and that you needed someone better; so he walked away and out of a beautiful, happy life with you because of his insecurities.

‘They wanted you Stanford, they always wanted you.’ Stanley reassures him with a firm hand on his shoulder. ‘It’s why they confessed to you because they want to be with you no matter what, they mustered up the courage to confess to you despite the fear of rejection, hoping that you wouldn’t be the reason their heart breaks and instead be the reason it laughs and smiles.’ He adds in hopes it encourages Ford to seek you out and makes things right, that and he wants to call you is sibling in law one day, not that he’d ever admit it aloud to anyone.

‘And yet I broke their heart by walking away regardless.’ Ford said defeated as he clenched his firsts. ‘What a fool I’ve been, blinded by insecurity and shame of myself that I didn’t see the hurt I was putting them through in the process.’ Ford then stands up with a look of determination. ‘I must make things right.’

‘Yes!’ Stan exclaimed as he stand up next to Ford, smiling widely as pride flooded his chest. ‘Yes you should! Go get them tiger!’ He cheers as he watched Ford march towards the door before looking back at his brother with a soft smile.

‘Thank you Stanley.’

Stanley smiles back at Ford, winking. ‘All in a days work of being the best twin in existence.’ He said jokingly.

Ford could only chuckle at this as he left his room to venture up the stairs and soon find himself outside your door once more as the nerves came back to him tenfold, but Ford knew that he needed to do this, that he needed to make things right with you once and for all. He takes a deep breath as his heart hammers in his chest as he knocks on your door and awaited.

You opened the door, looking worse for wear with dead eyes that were red from all the tears you’ve shed, wearing a fleece hoodie that Ford remembered brought you comfort from a long day at work, and just looking like you just needed a hug. ‘What do you want Ford.’ You said with no affection in your voice but more so annoyance and hurt.

‘I’ve…’ Ford found himself unable to speak again, he couldn’t convey his feelings into words at all and everything was screaming at him to leave you alone once again, to leave before he brook your heart even further but Ford wanted to be by your side to help heal your heart instead. ‘I’ve come to make things right my dear.’ He finally said and god did it feel good to finally say what his heart wanted to say at long last.

‘How?’ You questioned shortly, wanting nothing more than to shut the door in his face to make him feel how you felt, but your heart still beats for him whether you like it or not, even if he were to crush it in his hands you’d still love him regardless and that was the undeniable, undisputed truth.

‘By hoping that you’d let me help heal your heart and your trust in me again.’ Ford began, ‘I was a fool to leave you after you bore your heart to me my dear and I greatly apologise for that, in truth I like you too but to an extent that it goes beyond words to describe it accurately enough.’ Ford then reached into his pocket and pulled out the lucky stone you gave him and presented it to you.

Your eyes widened, you didn’t think he’d keep such a silly thing but knowing he did only made your heart crave him more. ‘Ford…’

‘Until I have earned your trust and heart back, I shall return the gift you have given me in hopes that one day I shall be lucky enough to be given it again.’ Ford continues with a somber smile but when you started chuckling, Ford couldn’t help but be a little confused. ‘You silly, silly man.’ You said as you gently pushed his outstretched hand back towards himself, ‘the stone is yours to keep, not give back and while yeah I’m hurt by what you did but I know deep down I could never hate nor distrust you ever. I like you too much to suddenly hate you.’ You admitted and Ford quickly pocket the stone before pulling you into his arms, holding you as tight as he could while burying his face into your neck.

‘Thank you my love, thank you so much for entrusting me with your heart.’ Ford said, voice slightly muffed but you were happy to be in his arms and found yourself smiling widely as tears of happiness streak down your face.

‘I’ll always entrust you with my heart, why do you think I gave you the lucky stone to begin with?’ You asked and suddenly everything same sense to Ford as he pulls away from you to lean forwards and kiss you on the lips softly, awkwardly but endearingly as you hummed in content, happy to have your happy ending become reality.

#gravity falls x reader #gravity falls imagine #gravity falls imagines #gravity falls #ford pines x you #ford pines imagines #ford pines imagine #ford pines x reader #stanford pines x you #stanford pines imagines #stanford pines imagine #stanford pines x reader

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darlingdaisyfarm · 3 months ago

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ok so this was SUPPOSED to be just a scene in my fic but now idk if i should make it a one-shot bc DAMNN

i was just writing & building up this scene in my fic and then my brain just fucking broke. because. WHAT IF

so imagine bursting into Ford's lab (pre portal) bc you need to find Ford’s journal (for the plot). u know there’s something in there, smth about shutting the portal down and u can't let Bill get his hands on it

but the second you see Ford you know it's not him because of his posture & intonation of voice is wrong too. when he finally turns to face you his eyes are yellow

Bill finds it hilarious, he thinks ur nothing, weak, dumb, not even worth worrying about so he just. lets you in

he’s leaning against the workbench, throwing out some "aww, you came all this way for me, sweetheart?" just bullshit, probably trying to get under ur skin but you don't take the bait, don't even look at him

and then you just start smashing his shit and BILL FREEZES. genuine panic for the first time. because you're destroying everything they worked on. ur hands sweep across the workbench, smashing glass, overturning notes, sending stacks of delicate calculations flying

“HEY” you don't stop, grabbing the nearest equipment and throwing it, sending a monitor crashing, the screen shattering into a mess of exposed wires and ruined circuits.

Ford (Bill) panics like “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, OKAY, RELAX, SWEETHEART, LET’S NOT—”

“HEY, THOSE TAKE TIME, Y’KNOW—”

you don't give a fuck bc you need to find that damn journal while Bill is trying to dodge the chaos, scrambling to grab whatever’s left, floundering.....

so when your back is facing him Bill lunges, wanting to attack you BUT THEN BUT THEN BUT THENNNNNNN you whirl around with Ford's journal in hand and Bill stops immediately because there’s a memory gun pressed right between his fucking eyes!!!! (well Ford's eyes but you get me)

for the first time Bill actually feels threatened. but no no no he doesn’t let it show, he won’t let it show. instead his lips curl

i haven't figured out what he's going to say yet, still working on dialogue but maybe something as:

“ohhhh, baby, ya don’t wanna do that.”

“what, you really gonna do it? really gonna erase your precious genius from his own mind? gonna wipe out every little memory he’s ever had? everything you've ever shared?”

“oh, c'mon, u really wanna erase ALL that? all that brainpower? all those little memories? what was it, your first date? your first kiss?”

and all of that while he takes a step forward, coming closer until he's right in front of you. he leans in. presses you back against the workbench

“you really wanna lose all that? cause lemme tell ya, dummy, he won’t remember a damn thing about you.”

ur finger twitches on the trigger and Bill is like “aw, don’t feel bad,” while wrapping Ford's fingers around your wrist. “you humans and your little attachments. it's cute, really. adorable, even. but c’mon, sweetheart. we both know you ain’t gonna do it. you don’t wanna hurt our lovely brainiac. deep down, you know he'd never forgive you”

“Ford would rather forget me than be your puppet.” you say

anyways

im still thinking about how i should write this scene. it can be two ways

1. you grip the gun tighter and Bill tilts his head, his grin widens and then that freak leans forward until the barrel of the gun slides past his lips. “y'know, Ford's got a real sensitive gag reflex.”

2. Bill leans in and presses his forehead against the barrel. “go on, sweetheart, pull the trigger. pull that trigger and poof! your little nerd loses everything.”

anyways bill cipher you are a whore that's all i wanted to say

#this was literally just supposed to be a scene in my fic #but NOW i feel like it needs to be a one-shot bc what the hell #anyway #i need to go touch some grass #bill cipher x reader #ford pines x reader

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mioakem · 4 months ago

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going over this vid

he finally apologized for the r-slur after days of backlash for it, gotta give at least a little bit of props for that ig. personally i’m not in a place to accept that apology so everyone who was affected by that is entitled to their own decision

he starts off by talking about the pedo jokes, which, honestly, yeah he has a right to be mad about that, not gonna sugar coat it it’s not okay to make those jokes about anyone. but he also keeps on using clips of tubbo saying “tommy’s best friend” when tubbo has repeatedly asked to be seen as his own person in this situation

then my least favorite part of the video, talking about the misogyny. funnily enough, he completely skips past the part where Tommy talks about Caiti and how horribly dream and is friends treated her and handled that situation. Yes dream, there is proof of your misogyny, it’s all over the internet, everyone saw it last year. dream is misogynistic and that is simply a fact based on the way the George situation was handled

he then brings up how tommy interviewed sapnap and tried to interview george, saying that his hatred towards them is disingenuous. gonna give my own opinion here but im pretty sure tommy was not trying to be friendly with them and was actually looking to make fun of them, just a thought

again brings up logan paul, we went over this months ago don’t need to talk more about it but apparently that’s all dream can talk abt

brings up old clips of tommy praising dream, honestly just a dickhead move because those are all from years ago. like woah the kid who used to look up to you so much hates you now as an adult what were you trying to achieve with that?

talks about tommy’s merch company, don’t know about this situation so i won’t talk about it but ill look more into it. plugs his own merch

makes fun of tommy for saying he harassed Sarah, saying that he’s being ridiculous and he only sent paragraphs of messages criticizing her son. brings up how tommy mad fun of dreams stutter and how that was what the message was about

again, here’s where i take big issue, says he didn’t treat tommy like a kid but rather as an equal. never ever should you listen to a kid when they tell you to treat them like an adult. you are the adult here, he was the kid, he wasn’t one of your twenty year old friends, he was 16. speaking from my own personal experiences with having older friends, I would never want them to treat me as equal, as i am 16 years old and they are 21. it’s ok to be friends with someone younger than you but you have to acknowledge that they’re not adults and you can’t treat them as such, even if they want you to, you never know if they’ll regret it once they’re older

finishes it off by saying that he wants tommy to delete every video with him in it if he’s so mad at him

my thoughts:

i think he’s being reasonable about the pedo jokes but that’s about it. there are other categories that fall under maybe reasonable like the merch company thing, but you also have to recognize that tommy does not run these companies, he’s not the one controlling it. i think the old clips was just scummy, again, it’s just showing that he used to look up to you but now that he’s older he hates you, what is that meant to prove? i think he also needs to stop talking about the Sarah thing. it made her uncomfortable, it made her feel bad, it was an attack at her and tommy’s relationship, and dream owes an apology. it was weird and he shouldn’t have gone and messaged tommy’s mother, but he still refuses to acknowledge that.

though the video has a few reasonable points, i feel like it really just falls through with the misogyny point. george gropped Caiti and dream helped cover it up and run Caiti off the internet, thats why he called him misogynistic, because you only participate in behavior like that if you have a hatred towards women and girls.

also, ludwig went live mere hours ago talking abt how dream called his friend a whore and then confused her with another girl he also called a whore. how much girls must you call whores to the point where you start to confuse them?

those are my thoughts, again, maybe just watch the video yourself because i’m sure my commentary contains bias. fuck dream and have a lovely night ❤️

#dsmp #mcyt #dream smp #tommyinnit #dream drama #dream hate

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cesussy · 2 months ago

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𐙚𓏲aventurine NSFW!!! alphabet 🫣 ⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ

content. –how i imagine aventurine would be in these.. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 situations<3 i tried to stay gender neutral mostly but here and there you might feel that ive wrote this with a female reader in mind.. 💔 especially at the letter D and W, but other than that i think its alright!

warnings. SMUT!!! fluff here and there, lots of comfort(he needs it) and.. ugh, angst(this is aventurine after all🥲), mentions of his past!!! and mentions of bdsm(letter N) and pegging(letter W) but let me know if i should add another warning!

a/n. this might not be so sexy but bear with me it's my first time writing nsfw we all start somewhere🙂‍↕️

wc. 2.3k words

everything starts down below<3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ i think for the first times he'd be too lazy to get up, so he'd just lay down with you and talk, flirting here and there in a low voice, playing with a strand of your hair, just enjoying the intimate feeling of the moment<3

♧ but this is also at first in the relationship; he's used to one night stands, so aftercare isn't something he's done before, but i think after a while he'd follow what you do. you offered a massage? sure, but lay down so he can give you one as well, you brought him a cup of water? next time he'll remember and bring you one and everything you need as well, be it a blanket towel, some snacks, or just his presence

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ i feel like he.. doesn't really have a favorite body part on himself.. :( i was inclined to say his hands(since im confident he'd be amazing with them..), but it got me thinking about his past, how he used them to.. do so many bad things when he didn't have a choice(if you know what he did to his master and those other slaves.. 💔), so i think in the moment he'd be so smug with them, caressing you in such a romantic manner, putting them wherever you'd want him to, but when he's all alone by himself he'd have a tight feeling in his chest looking at them :(

♧ as for your body, now that's a subject he loves<3 he really loves every part of your body, but i think he'd really love to focus on the area under your chest, like, on rib cage; while he leaves kisses from your lips, going to your jawline then neck then chest, before he goes lower, he loves leaving a few long kisses on that part<3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ it probably doesn't really have a taste, maybe barely salty, and the texture is just your usual, not too thick but not too liquid; as for how he'd.. use it? i think he'd be insanely turned on to see it on your face, it would feel so dirty and erotic, you'd give him an insane boost of confidence to let him come on your face🫣 as for coming inside you, i think it would make him feel very.. connected to you, like bringing that intimate connection you two have to at an even higher level, since you trust him so much

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ ahh its not really dirty buuut he's a gentleman and would not get too vocal about his pleasures, focusing on everything you like, but deep down he'd love to buy you lingerie in colors and shaped he'd love to see you, but it would take a while for him to get this bold

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ he has experience. im pretty confident he might use his body to get informations from the enemy side while on a mission, but this is waaay before dating you. i dont think he had the chance to have a more romantic intercourse with someone, so to make love, that's probably a bit new to him

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ cowgirl<3 i think he'd tend to dominate even while you're in charge, so he'd guide you, sweet talk you through it

♧ on the wall too🫠, it would bring so much erotic tension between you too, having you face the wall, his head kissing and sucking on your skin, leaving a mark or two<3

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ he would be romantic most of the time, but he'd crack a joke here especially on your first time together if you feel awkward and embarrassed, yk, just to ease and relax your mind<3 as for the other times yeah, he might jokingly flirt, but would be romantic most of the time

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ he trims down there, as for the hair, it's probably just blonde like up there.

♧ on your body i doubt he'd mind how much hair you have. i think he'd appreciate the effort if you shave for him, but really doesn't care if you have hair or not!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ he's an absolute romeo<3 taking his slow time with you (which might even annoy you at one point(he does it intentionally to tease you<3)), but really, he's just enjoying the intimate moment between you too! he loves whispering compliments in your ear or while kissing your skin, letting you know how much he loves you😌

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ doesn't really do it, neither before nor in your relationship. i don't think aventurine is a very sexual person on his own. he prefers to connect with you when he's turned on rather than using his hand

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ i don't think he's very very kinky, but he loves edging you<3 he can be a little shit sometimes, loving to see you beg him to keep going, but he can't resist too much himself

♧ he LOVES praising, both ways; depending on what you may say to him you might even find yourself making him flustered, but he'd switch back to his usual self even if his cheeks and ears are redder than usual(don't tease him too much about it tho, he'd huff and pout🙄(in a joking manner, of course)). as for praising you, oh, he's so romantic with his words, you wouldn't resist his sweet talking, it's canon he has a silver tongue, and it would come with him even in the bedroom<3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ while he'll do it mostly in your shared bedroom at home, i think he'd see the appeal in doing it in the bathroom, living room or even in the kitchen🫣 tbh, anywhere at home he'd be down for it

♧ ok maaaybe in the moment he'd get handsy somewhere outside too, but nothing too much so you'd get caught. let's say you visit him at work in his(if he has one) office, if he is in the mood he'd lock the door and make out with you leaving you breathless while unbuttoning some buttons of your shirt, but that's just a small preview of what you'll do at night<3 other than that i dont think he'd be too interested in doing it outside unless you really really really want it, and even then it might take some convincing

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ i don't think he's turned on by absolutely everything you do, but there will be moments where you'd make his.. friend pop up unintentionally. maybe you're on the bed reading a magazine, or just scrolling through your phone, but what you don't see is how attractive you look in that moment to him. i think it's mostly things you do that you don't even realize you do that turn him on, like stretching your body over him to grab something from behind; like, you might not even realize how close your chest is to his face, or maybe unintentionally being waaay to close to him, your warm body against him would make his head spin a bit

♧ BUT if you want to just do it with no teasing(be it intentional or not), it's quite easy as well, and he's also very clever so he'd get your hints. just take his hand slowly, kiss him in a more passionate manner and you're in for the ride<3

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ i don't think he'd be too into bdsm, especially on him.. he understands the appeal to other people, but to him it might bring some.. bad memories💔 he can get behind a bit of bondage like maybe cuffs(and even those are a bitter memory in his past) but nothing too crazy anyway. he would probably do it if you really want, but if you look carefully at him you can notice a small hint of sadness and discomfort on his face no matter how much he tries to hide it. i think aventurine would be the one to put your needs above his, but you'd make him truly melt if you actually pay attention to his actions which he so tries to hide

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ probably prefers giving rather than receiving, and oh he's good too as well.. <3 while he didn't have the chance to make love before you, having experience really comes in handy in these moments where he wants to impress you. he'd have you scream of pleasure with his tongue, begging him like crazy, feeling so good you'd probably couldn't even control your body anymore, trembling like crazy under him. yeah, that's how good he is<3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ mostly sensual<3 he can go either faster or slower depending on what you want(mostly in the way you ask him to, but if he's feeling a bit mischievous if you ask him to go faster just to irritate you he would slow down his peace only to fasten up a bit before you least expect it<3)

♧ he might also get a bit more rougher than usual if you have a fight that ends in angry sex(but it doesn't happen often anyway). he might be a biiiit bit more degrading but nothing too insulting to you, just him getting smug with himself(especially if it's a fight where he thinks he's in the right🙄)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ would not initiate them himself since he prefers to take his time with you, but would indulge if you suggest one

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ here and there when he is feeling bolder than usual you might catch yourself holding your breath while his hands travel on your legs between the table at a restaurant, or you two in a small janitor closet doing things you really shouldn't do in public.. but these wouldn't happen often, just when he really is in the mood and just couldn't contain himself until home<3

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ he can last for a full round and maybe two if he's really turned on, but the first one usually takes a bit since he's taking his sweet time to enjoy you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ i don't think he'd be using toys, at least not at first in the relationship, but he doesn't oppose the idea of them, he just wouldn't bring them in discussion unless you mention, but if you do, he would find himself enjoying them more than he expected

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ oh he can be very unfair, especially when he's long in the relationship and more comfortable than ever<3 in your first times he'd focus more on pleasuring you, but after a while he'd find it amusing seeing you groan when he doesn't entirely listen to you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ not so loud but he might grunt a bit here there and he is also very breathy. despite that, he does talk a lot during the deed, telling you sweet nothings while you do you thing on him, praising you endlessly<3

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ (if might work more you're a lady) he might have thought about it once or twice about you pegging him with a strap, but it's just a passing thought he'd have occasionally and he'd be too embarrassed to bring it up anyway. it would take some convincing to actually let you do it, but it's not impossible to get him to do it aaand he'll also never admit he likes it more than he expected🫣

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ he's not insanely huge but he knows how to work with it very well. he's quite average in size(idk, around 15 cm/5.9 inches?)but he does have a pretty dick, with a soft shade of pink on it

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ he's not a very sexual person, at least before your relationship, but while dating he does get needy, especially when he has a free day or more, he loves when you do it together<3

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

♧ i think he would stay awake for a bit even if you fall asleep; he'd stay up for a little longer to calm his thoughts and to listen to you breathe, just basking himself a little in the warm atmosphere

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Miraculous Ladybug

Open My Eyes by buggachat

Adrien smiles as he eats breakfast with Nathalie, smiles as he walks through the halls of his new lycée, smiles as people stop him on the street and tell him time and time again what a "hero" his father was.

(Adrien wishes he could've been a hero, too. He should've been. Maybe then his father would still be alive.)

(But he's surviving. Everyone may be treating him as though he were made of glass, but he can still go through the motions, he can prove them wrong, he can still smile.)

“And you’re… happy,” Marinette spoke carefully, a nervous tilt to her voice, “... right?”

(Adrien has some things to find out.)

the good, the bad, and the power hungry by konan_konan

dim trake ☑ @timdrakeceo・8hr if one more person tweets about #superlex unironically im gonna end it all 391K Views | 200 Retweets | 13 Quote Tweets | 22.1K Likes

j-son of a bitch ☑ @jsntdd・8hr ↳ replying to @timdrakeceo hurr durr these are the consequences of ur actions bitch 201K Views | 109 Retweets | 4 Quote Tweets | 18.4K Likes

or: lex luthor makes bad choices. and then, so does everyone else.

call me cute and feed me sugar by suzukiblu

Tim Drake had absolutely no intentions of ever becoming anyone's sugar daddy when he met Superboy.

This would have worked out better for him if Superboy had ever had an actual legal identity or an actual legal guardian or just . . . literally anything whatsoever in life. Ever. At all.

Just a bank account, even.

how big, how blue, how beautiful by merils

Kon-El is not good with medical settings. One could even say he's quite bad with them. How bad, exactly?

Well, let's put it this way: Very few things in the world can make him scream for Superman to save him.

(Superman will save him. That's what family's for, right?)

Clone Wars

The Kenobi Chronicles by WobblyCat

General Kenobi isn't actually dead. Someone should really tell that to his troopers, though.

Or: The clones under General Kenobi's command have a groupchat dedicated to him. Cody wishes his subordinates weren't so fucking stupid.

SVSSS

Shen Yuan's Forced Shen Qingqiu Redemption Arc by SpicyReyes

The System's OOC function won't unlock all at once - instead, character traits have to be added individually, through quests. This leads to Shen Qingqiu having to jump through endless hoops just to complete enough side quests to unlock the ability to be a decent person - all while avoiding the effects it has on those around him. If only the cheapskate System wouldn't keep changing the cost of point values - he needs to know what the hell Yue Qingyuan told the others about him that makes them all look so sad when he does manage to be nice! He's breaking his back here, can't we just appreciate his work?!

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

"All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information. "Who am I supposed to be?" Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders. Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh. [Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

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Red flag? I'm colorblind - Fushiguro Toji x F!Reader

-Chapter 1

https://www.tumblr.com/hungarianshinobi/781641513633562624/red-flag-im-colorblind-fushiguro-toji-x?source=share

-Chapter 2

https://www.tumblr.com/hungarianshinobi/782361707629740032/red-flag-im-colorblind-fushiguro-toji-x?source=share

Chapter 3

(Y/n)'s POV:

All the while for the next couple of minutes Anna tried to convince me to go and talk to that man. Sometimes he would steal a glance at me, immediately smirking when he sees me looking back at him.

"Come on, just go and talk to him." My friend tried to convince me again. Though I didn't want to ruin our girly night, besides I was a coward.

That guy clearly seems to be the type who could have any woman he wanted, so why would he be interested in me anyway?

The front door of the bar opened and I looked towards it, seeing another man entering. The stranger who saved me on the train also looked to the source of the voice and soon when the new guest reached him, they bumped fists. They clearly knew each other.

At least Anna will leave me alone with her nudging...

"Aw, too bad." She spoke from beside me, understanding the situation.

And so we rather paid attention to each other just as we originally planned. Telling stories, talking about the past when we were smaller and such.

I remember that we used to build forts out of all of the cushions and pillows that were in the house, drawing and coloring everything we could imagine in them. Our parents didn't mind it at all. Even when any of them found us with markers all over our skin they just shook their head and chuckled. We have so many photos of those memories. There was a certain one though which was my favourite. One day, we drew a half heart on each other's thumbs and when we put our thumbs together next to each other, it became a whole one. We decided to make it a tattoo a few years later when we saw that photo of us, and right before Anna moved to Tokyo, we actually went to a salon to have it done after we both became 18 years old.

Whenever I would look at my thumb till this day it makes me smile and recall all those memories. We are best friends and always will be.

Grabbing my glass, I wanted to take a sip from my drink only to notice that it's empty. "Ah, I ran out of (fav non alcoholic drink)." I whined.

Anna just finished her own drink as well. "Me too."

"Let me get new ones. This round is on me." I grinned at her. The previous round was paid by her and we always did this anyway.

"Sounds good to me." She grinned back, so I grabbed our glasses and stood up from my seat. She called out to me one last time thohgh. "Don't forget to talk to that guy~" she chuckled mischeviously.

I rolled my eyes. "Anna... You never change." Flashing one last smile at her I turned away from her, approaching the bar, my heels clicking on the floor. I leaned on the counter and waved for the bartender, telling him I want to order another round of the same stuff. He took the two glasses and I watched him working.

Then I heard a low chuckle from the left. "Aren't you too old to order that kind of stuff, young lady?" He chuckled again. Nor me, nor Anna drank any alcohol. It was not our thing.

I turned my head to the side to look at the giant man beside me, raising a brow at him. "Excuse me? I can order whatever I want."

He rose his hands as if he was surrendering before speaking again with the grin still present on his lips. "Calm down, I was just asking you, I didn't say it as an insult. You have taken it as one, but it wasn't my intention." He said leaning onto the bar more.

"Me and my friend just like these drinks. It's a memory for us, that's all. It's very delicious, you should try it someday instead of drinking umm..." I pointed at his glass. "...whatever it is."

"It's whisky. Ever tried it? If not you should try it someday." he copied my answer taking a sip of his alcohol while looking towards the table whereas I came from.

I smiled a bit. "No, I didn't. Perhaps I might try it someday, but only if you will try my drink too." I smirked and took the two glasses which the bartender handed me since he finished preparing them. "Now if you excuse me. My friend is waiting for me."

However his words made me halt to a stop. "Then it's a date?" He took a sip, closing his eyes while waiting for me to answer his question. "I'm Fushiguro Toji by the way. If you prefer not to be strangers." he then looked at his friend and then back at me. "Also one more thing. This young man here..." he pointed at the man beside himself. "...is crushing on your friend. Mind if he goes there for a few minutes to introduce himself to her?"

I paused for a second. I didn't mean it that way. I didn't mean to 'date him' or whatever his mind made up because of my answer.

And I also remembered all of a sudden that Anna remarked how good-looking his friend is. So I answered, having no idea why I said the next few words. "W-why not. I guess... My name is (L/n) (y/n)." I glanced at the other man, still having no idea why am I letting myself getting dragged into this.

Girly night is over...

"About my friend... Umm, he can go there I guess. But she's a bit shy, I don't know if she would happily talk to a stranger." I informed Toji.

Toji looked over at his friend, nodding with his head after he received a positive answer from me.

What... the... fuck... am... I... doing...

"Take a seat, (y/n). Take his seat in fact since he will steal yours right now." he said, ordering another glass of alcohol for himself right after. "So when should our date start? Now or some other time?"

I glanced at Anna first, hesitating to answer Toji till I would see her agreeing to that man sitting down. It seemed that things are probably going to be okay, so I looked back at the man beside myself. "Well, we can call this a quick date then I guess. Unless you want to beat up a bunch of guys like on the train today." I joked.

"Ah so you do remember me like I remember you. For a second I thought I could be wrong but I didn't miss your gorgeous features." he grinned.

A hint of a blush appeared on my cheeks for a brief second. "Thank you." I mumbled, smiling to myself a bit.

Toji looked at my drink, sliding his own towards me. "So...trading? I try that... whatever that drink is and you try whisky. If you like it I will order you another one."

Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea...

"A promise is a promise." I said and gave my drink to Toji, grabbing the glass of whiskey I got from him. I raised the glass to my nose, smelling it. "God, this must be a strong one. But it's scent is nice I must admit."

Toji looked at the glass and then at me, the grin still present on his lips. "Maybe you should've warned me first with how good your alcohol tolerance is. Because if its bad I don't think you will make it with one glass only." he said, grabbing my glass of (fav non alcoholic drink).

I took a sip from the whiskey which burned my throat even after I swallowed it. Indeed it was a very strong one and I was not used to strong drinks. "Well I don't really drink alcohol, let alone strong ones so I guess one glass of this is enough. Besides, I promised. Now it's your turn to try my drink." I pointed at it and waited for him to drink from it.

Toji took the straw out of the glass and threw it away randomly on the ground. He took a sip and then showed a disgusted face. "Ugh... This is shit."

I raised my brows in surprisement. "Why?" The previous one I drank was quite good so I had no idea what's his problem with it.

"Because it's not whisky. There is nothing special about this stuff. It's crap. Here you go taste it if you would like. There's no way I'm going to drink the rest." he gave it back to me.

"Crap? Well what did I expect from someone like you..." It might sound as an insult but it's not. It's just clear that he prefers alcohol rather than anything that's non-alcoholic.

"Someone like me? Well isn't that insulting..." he chuckled and took his glass back, licking the part where my lipstick left a mark before taking a sip of the strong whisky.

"Ah, no I didn't mean to insult you." I took my drink to have a small break from the embarassment I felt. Looking back at Toji I noticed something red on his lips, so I stole a glance at his glass and noticed that he intentionally drank from that part. "Umm... My lipstick... It's visible on your lips..."

Toji rose his eyebrows, using his thumb to clean his lips to see if its really true. After seeing my lipstick on his finger he licked it off just like his lips and leaned closer to me. "Would you like to leave more of it?" He asked with a smug smirk.

I became flustered all of a sudden by his closeness, his cologne mixed with the scent of the whiskey he drinks reaching my nose. "W-what? What do you mean?" I honestly didn't understand where he was getting at, because the whisky I drank earlier started to hit my head and I didn't even notice that he ordered a new glass for me.

"What do you think I mean? Lipstick on someone else's lips, now how do you do that hm?" He leaned back and ordered another glass for himself. It might be the third or four glass he had now as I counted, but it still didn't make him drunk. Or he was playing it well.

Finally it dropped to me what he meant and I averted my gaze from his, my face turning into a deep shade of red. The alcohol put more into it now that I have finished 2 glasses and my head started spinning. "Oh, so that was your plan all along huh? You want to kiss me?" I slurred a bit on my words, touching his shoulder with my hand.

"Not really but...a kiss would be nice yes." he leaned again towards me. "But. Are you sure you want a stranger to steal your first kiss? Because there will be no returning back in this. It doesn't count as first kiss when you kiss someone after that." He chuckled.

I widened my eyes. "Why are you so sure that it would be my first kiss? Who said that? You couldn't know." I giggled in a somewhat seducing way.

What am I doing again...

He's right, but he doesn't have to know that. The alcohol he made me drink clouded my mind and my judgement. At this point I didn't really care about the consequences. That would last till morning when I would wake up sober.

"Well you had your first alcoholic drink and judging by the reaction you had when you saw your lipstick on my lips and me licking it off I figured you might be a virgin in many ways." he would look back at me and then down at my body, eventually looking back in my eyes. "Correct me if I'm wrong."

Shit, I'm starting to see him in two...

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you should do some twobit hcs or small fics that’d be so cute

two-bit matthews dating hcs ₊˚⊹ᰔ

note : i was half asleep writing this so i apologize for any grammar mistakes !!

so i may or may not have been rewatching the notebook while writing this.. (PLEASE WATCH THE NOTEBOOK ITS SO GOOD)

but there’s this scene where noah’s yelling at allie to get in the water while they’re at the lake

and then right after he yells at her he lowers his tone and talks in a soft voice and says “im sorry baby get in the water”

I JUST THINK ITS SO CUTE AND IT REMINDS ME SM OF TWOBIT

spontaneous, wild dates

there’s not a dull moment when you’re around him

one word to describe your relationship : banter

GOD HE WILL NOT STOP TEASING YOU

i feel like there’d be some play-fighting here and there, but not to the point where you’re straight up assaulting each other

a little nudge to the shoulder or some poking

two-bit is notorious for being a shoplifter, so much like dal, he’d steal borrow anything he thinks you’d like

a few weeks before your 1 year anniversary, you’d been going on and on about a pair of pearl earrings you saw at the window of an antique store

every time you and him walked past the store, your gaze would be GLUED onto those earrings

“say, do you think those earrings would suit me?” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, finally shifting your gaze back to two-bit

he mocks your gesture, tucking an imaginary strand of hair behind his ear to show off his empty earlobe. “they’d look way better on me.”

the day of your anniversary, he took you out to dinner before a date at the drive-in

just as you were finishing up your meal, two-bit fishes through his pocket and pulls out a white, rectangular box

you raise an eyebrow, setting your fork down onto your plate. “are you proposing to me?”

two-bit barks out a snicker, shaking his head. “no, just open it and see what’s inside, baby!”

as soon as you open the box, you just sit there at a loss for words. those earrings must’ve cost a fortune, but we all know he just slipped the box into his jacket while no one was looking.

still, it’s not the price that matters, but the dedication

”figured i’d pick you up a little number for our anniversary to show you how much i love you.” he shrugs, lips twitching into a grin

two-bit loves cracking stupid dad jokes and you just have to endure all of the cheesiness

“hey sugar, why’s cinderella so bad at soccer?”

you stare at him with a blank expression. “i dunno, why?”

“‘cause she kept running away from the ball.” he bites back a chuckle, instead settling for a broad grin.

he’s definitely a little more affectionate than the rest of the gang, but he shows his affection through teasing you

he loves your sense of humor so much and firmly believes that humor is the most important quality in a girl

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tobiospoiltmilk · 7 months ago

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I love you, I’m sorry.

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summary. in which megumi could not handle avoiding you anymore. apologizing to you by letter, given he could not face you in such circumstances. could this also be an accidental confession?

cw(?). sfw, swearing, !megumi x !femreader, mentions of tsumiki, gojo and your !sister, slight angst, fluff, not proofread, terrible capitalization, reminiscing, reciprocal feelings, childhood friends, mutual pining, things not being casual, lyric/title name mentions (i love you, im sorry, casual, kaleidoscope.), basically megumi is so in love with reader his heart hurts and yearns for her

a/n. omg guys i love this so much agdydhdhsj… very first post so i hope this does well! might consider releasing pt. 2 if it does -sob-

Dear Y/n,

It’s me, Megumi. And before you decide to throw this thing out, or whatever it’s supposed to be… hear me out. Please. I know I haven’t been the greatest to you these past weeks. i’ve been a total jerk, and i’m guessing it really wasn’t a secret now, was it? Yeah… whatever, anyways. I guess i’d like to tell you that i’m sorry. I really, truly am… and i know i don’t seem the type to apologize, but i guess when it comes to you, apologies come easy. Because you deserve every damn apology in the world, and if i had one wish given to me, I wouldn’t… hesitate to use it on you. I don’t know what i’d wish for, but i do know that no matter what, it would always regard to you. When it comes to you, I’m selfish, i guess…? Please don’t make fun of me. i’m only trying to make things right. Not that i should have a say in that right now… because I know i’ve hurt you deeply, i don’t deserve your forgiveness nor your kindness, but yet, some part in my heart believes that you’ll forgive me anyway. No matter what shit, twisted way i had caused pain in your precious life.

Remember when we first met? We were both as tiny as we would ever be in our lives— so pure, (not really applying to me.) You were taking one of those daily afternoon naps like usual, and unbeknownst to you, a tiny me would be lounging around in your own family’s estate— with the exception of a loud and rowdy Gojo speaking to your sister, of course. I remember when you finally woke up, and i got to see that glass face of yours for the first time. you were 8, i was 7. Yet you looked so beautiful with that droopy and puffy post-afternoon nap face of yours. We played til’ evening in the courtyard that very same day. It’s not like you forced me to play dolls with you, i actually kind of enjoyed it… only because you were my playmate. i just wish Tsumiki would’ve been there when Gojo first took me in from those dreading streets. Yes, i was a grumpy little toddler with somehow the ability to summon a specific arrangement of creatures, you never questioned anything about it. An 8 year old like you, and a 7 year old like me, should have no reason to know anything about curses or techniques at our age. it was so cruel, and although you were older than me by a year, i still felt the need to protect every fibre and aspect of your existence. An existence i hold very dear to my heart, every damn night.

Remember our middle school days? Yes, where my grumpiness piqued at an all time high, a burning flame that threatened to burst if not carefully dealt with. I was considered a delinquent— no, i was a delinquent. It’s no use trying to defend that title, anyway. I beat up kids left and right, totally abused my gifted strength to terrorize other bullies and jerks who were entitled to popularity. Hey, atleast i only went after the bad people, haha? Nonetheless, you never considered me a bully, or a bad person. That sweet, little mind of yours thought that little 12 year old me could never do anything wrong. Yet you know every action i did proved you so wrong. You watched from afar as i would beat up several kids above grades older than me at once in an old, abandoned baseball field. A small smile on your face, sat prettily on a bench with your friends while happily eating away at your bento your sister made for you every day for school. And during recess, while i was being the usual grumpy jerk that i was, you’d somehow find away to cheer me up. One day, when things got so bad i almost lashed out on Tsumiki, you were there to comfort me. Your small little hands wrapped around my arm, rambling on about how your day went as if being this close of a proximity was casual in anyway. It immediately snapped me out of whatever bullshit show i was about to put on against Tsumiki’s teasing. Part of me hoped—no, wished the way you were with me wasn’t casual, was it casual?—

—You and Tsumiki were the bestest of friends, given you both were the same age. I loved seeing you bond together, even if i never made an effort to show my appreciation. In conclusion… i was never really necessarily a good person in my life, but during the years you were gone— two years, i’ve managed to learn how to calm down the raging fire burning within my heart. i would think about you and Tsumiki when things would get tough. Whether it be controlling my emotions, or when i’m somehow losing a battle against a curse a slight grade level above me. I always won, thoughts filled with the both of you. Minus the injuries. The most important people in my life. Someday i’ll be able to thank you for your help, and in another life, Tsumiki.

Those days you were absent from my life, i spent reminiscing our greatest memories. Not one memory have i forgotten that the two of us shared. And the one that stuck the most in my head, was the one spent at the hospital when we were 9 and 10, waiting outside the comatose room where your dearest sister lay. You were crying into your small little arms, wailing and mourning for your sister’s comfort yet you knew she wouldn’t be available right now. All you wanted was for her to wake up, why wasn’t she waking up? Your 10 year old brain asked yourself. I watched as you wept from the chair beside you, peeking to see those glossy tears falling from those God-gifted eyes of yours from under your wrapped arms, hugging your small frame. My heart ached so much for you, i swear i was going through heart murmurs at that moment. Little 9 year old me had no idea how to comfort someone… because i was never really familiar with comfort to begin with. The only solution that appeared in my young mind… was to share my red bean stuffed panda bun with you. And so that’s exactly what i did. My small, yet experienced hands immediately got to work, reaching into my little side bag to search for the familiar wrapping on mind. Once in my grasp, i carefully tore the packaging, revealing a wonky, yet delicious red bean stuffed panda bun still warm and ready to eat. Yet instead of stuffing it inside my small little stomach in 4 bites, i tore it in half, not the most symmetrical halves, but it still did the job. And with that, i reached out to give a little tap on your bony shoulder, snapping you out of your sobs as you turned to me with puffy, red cheeks stained with raw tears. I proceeded to (nonchalantly) hand you the other half of my red bean stuffed panda bun— I gave you the bigger side, of course. You deserved it more than anything. Oh the butterflies i felt in my jittery stomach when i finally saw that sad face of yours light up in appreciation and excitement. Especially when your precious smile was caused by little ol’ me. It was safe to say, that we both happily indulged in our savoury snack that day. Not to forget, I also remember Gojo taking us out for ice cream the same day. I wasn’t proud that it cheered you up more than my attempt, but as long as you’re happy, i guess.

When I saw you the first time in 2 years at the Sister School Games Event, i swore my heart stopped beating in 3 exact intervals. I saw a kaleidoscope of bursting colours grow within my blurry vision as i tried fathom if it was really you or not, but that radiant aura of yours that you carry was so igniting, i knew i wasn’t mistaken. It was you, you, you, you. Where did you go, and why did you leave me with no closure? I know i have no place to say whether i’m mad at you or not— in fact, i was more mad at myself than i was at you. I was mad at myself for letting you go so easily, without even trying to reach out to you when your clan sent you away to become a sorcerer at Kyoto Jujutsu Tech. Who were you to leave me behind for so long, only to come back happy as ever, like nothing ever happened? Not that i’m… complaining, obviously…— After those 2 years, you had become even stronger than you were before. Stronger than me, in all honesty. It was hard to admit the fact you were a higher grade level than i was at first, but i’m happy for you regardless. I remember those days when i was the one to protect you from mosquitoes and critters hungry for your precious, sweet blood whenever we’d play outside in your courtyard. 7 year old me, and 8 year old you, were practically inseparable. You loved my divine dogs so much, some days i’d think you only hung out with me to chase them around with mud all over your clothes. You always assured me that you ‘loved’ me more though, if that was casual. I don’t know.

Now… back to what i was saying at the start.

I love you, and I’m sorry.

-To my dearest Y/n L/n.

From Megumi Fushiguro.

a/n. LET ME KNOW IF U ENJOYED IT ?? 😔

and once again, i might consider releasing pt.2 of reader responding/reacting to the letter! who knows, maybe you’ll even spill out some confessions… wink wink.

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