#where bad men are the exception that are called out by other men
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Being mad at the people who have been influenced by the terrible stuff theyâve seen rather than be mad at the terrible stuff is honestly such a crazy way to live like how do people do that
#like Iâm white and can recognize that white people can suck#yeah yeah not all white people sure#Iâd like to think that I donât suck#I at least try not to#but while people getting mad when poc hate on white people#without acknowledging what they mightâve gone through to believe that way#is not a healthy way to live and wonât solve anything for anyone#wonât make the poc dislike you any less#and I can acknowledge that#but white people and straight people and men who just canât look at how awful the world is#to poc and queer people and women#would much rather ignore the problem and yell at the victims for wanting to bring injustice to light so they can fix it#like I donât want to hate men#I would love to live in a world where men are not something to be feared#where bad men are the exception that are called out by other men#but that is not the world we live in#and I wonât just allow that world to keep going on if it doesnât have to#which it doesnât#but changing that world would take power away from the oppressors#and they donât want that#so until they can relinquish that power the way those of us in oppressive groups are willing to do#then nothing will ever change#opressed groups will continue to hate their oppressors#and oppressors will continue to be hated#and thatâs not a good life for anyone
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the radfem koolaid of every countryâs men oppressing their women but also having their own problems while doing so.
idk if cis women are aware of this but u can actually talk abt how difficult it is to be a woman living under patriarchy without wildly misrepresenting the experiences of men living under the patriarchy. iâm watching a comedy special where a thin white woman just said that men arenât affected by weight gain and i would like to know on what planet being a man protects you from the disgusting and deadly culture of fatphobia weâve cultivated. i would like to know on what fucking planet a thin white woman is more affected by gaining an inch around her waist than a fat man having to deal with being dismissed by doctors, passed over for jobs, and treated horrendously by fellow human beings. like. trust me, i lived as a woman for almost three decades and still am seen as a woman, i understand the urge to vent about the patriarchy. but you can so easily do that without completely ignoring intersectionality or speaking on experiences you donât understand or quite frankly donât care about.
#yâall truly make radfems out to the like the only smart ones#so when you guys said you hated all white people or when you hear people say that#why donât you get mad? why donât you hear all the disabled and poor and trans ppl their hating when they say that?#why is that ok?#why do you see white people as actually oppressors and not men. and why do the ppl who see both as both called nazis?#lol. thereâs no logic here.#saying men are oppressors on the axis of gender/sex means you think nothing and ever happens to them apparently#knowing my boy child could get shot by racist police apprently absolves my critical thinking about how his daddy feels empowered to beat me#both black and male. one a victim bc of race the other the aggressor because of sex#oh brother i want every person who believes in misandry and who truly thinks men as a group need a victim campaign#to travel to another country ONCE. but tbh theyâll probably call that ableism and say theyâre bedridden#and how they canât get off tumblr politics or else their adhd will start acting up#you all are the minority in how you think and for good reason. i fear where women would be if the current stats arenât enough to garner#sympathy for cis women before cis men on the axis of oppression#also now when a white leftist queer person says they hate white people iâm going to ask why they hate trans and disable ppl#since you all play dumb and act like thatâs what ppl mean when they express disdain towards men#black people who hate white people are now problematic bc black women could be the bad guys in a neurodivergent white manâs story#thatâs how the logic went in the post right? intersectionality doesnât mean sims oppressed ppl can still oppress it means#no one can ever be seen as oppressive ever except for a group of ppl that donât exist (white rich able bodied masculine cishet no trauma#no mental illness having. no feelings or emotions having men)#good job usleftists politics! yâall are so smart
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jjk men calling you annoying...
"hi! ik u have a few reqs to do and ur going on vacation but i was reading some of ur works and saw u did a headcannon for calling jjk men annoying. i was thinking what if u did the opposite w the jjk men calling reader annoying? if u dont decide to do this thats okay! cant wait to eat up your other upcoming fics <3" -anon
some angst, jjk men being assholes (except for nanami)
satoru, suguru, kento, choso, toji, sukuna
satoru gojo:
normally, satoru is the one that is considered to be annoying. every higher up, coworker, and student of his alike would agree that satoruâs personality is pestering on its own, for his behavior doesnât align with the severity of the jujutsu world in the eyes of others.
satoru has never cared how others judged him, for he often takes to picking on others for the sake of getting a reaction. he enjoys lightening the mood of drab situations, therefore heâs tossing around inappropriate jokes during meetings, teasing utahime for the umpteenth time, or trying to force megumi into spending quality time with him while the sixteen year old does his best to pretend he doesnât know him in public.
and with you, heâs far worse. satoru can not bear being away from you or your attention being focused into anything other than him for longer than two minutes, and heâs always making an excuse to abandon whatever heâs doing to be by your side. satoru is the very definition of clingy, and while everyone finds it annoying, you can not deny that you adore how the strongest glues himself to you as though he can not bear for the two of you to be parted.
those around him believe itâs impossible for someone as annoying as gojo to actually be annoyed by anything, but you know what pisses him off. you know that he can not stand the jujutsu higher ups and how they antagonize children who were given no choice but to live the lives they lead. he can not stand the way they order him around to carry out unfavorable tasks with no regard for his past experiences or the experiences of the students that he is meant to monitor. he can not stand the lectures, the judgmental tones, the expectation of respect when it is not given in return.
and he can not stand when he is forced to attend hearings or meetings with them, where he has to listen to them drone on and on about how irresponsible he is when satoru is the only one truly looking out for the good of all groups. they demand so much of him, yet treat him like trash in return. nothing peeves him off more.
he knows that you understand this about him as a jujutsu sorcerer yourself, but you have the tendency to be more tolerant of injustices than he is. what he means is that you know how to save face for the sake of your own sanity and pay the elders no mind whilst simultaneously making them think that you are in cooperation with them. you know how to feign manners and respect, which satoru does not bother to do.
consequently, when you tell him that the upcoming meeting that he has scheduled with the higher ups is one he should attend instead of skipping due to its level of importance, he canât help but be irritated with you.
âiâm just saying, satoru,â you say into the speaker with your phone pressed to your ear. the blue eyed man is on his way to said meeting after you practically forced him to attend, and heâs not at all happy about it. âonce youâre in there, youâll be out in no time.â
â(y/n), somehow those pricks make a half an hour feel like two,â your boyfriend complained into the phone. you place your hand on your hip and look up to the ceiling.
âyouâre being so pessimistic about it,â you sigh. âitâs gonna be worse the worse you talk about it.â
âno, itâs gonna be bad regardless because these higher ups donât know up from down or left from right.â
you can tell heâs growing aggravated, which was the opposite effect you wanted this call to have. you lower your head and attempt to shift, to reassure him in a different way.
âitâs gonna be okay, toru,â you tell him. âyouâre above these people anyway, no matter what the hierarchy at this school is-â
âif you really thought that, you wouldnât have made me go.â
you frown. âyou didnât really have a choice with this one, you know that right? whether you like the assholes or not, the meeting itself is important. you need to be there.â
âi really wish youâd stop saying that,â he exhales, agitatedly.
âstop saying what?â you scrunch your face, hand falling from your hip. âthat itâs your responsibility?â
âyeah, actually,â he snaps. âhell, youâre starting to sound just like everyone else.â
âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â you scoff. âsatoru, iâm just trying to help you. sometimes you just have to suck it up and deal.â
âsuck it up?â he repeats incredulously. âi suck it up every day of my life. everyone wants me to do something for them, but expects me not to have my own opinions in return and that shit doesnât make any sense.â
âthatâs not what iâm trying to say-â
âthen what are you trying to say? to just go along with all the messed up shit the higher ups want me to do?â
âno.â
âthen what?â
âto just attend a meeting for the sake of your job, satoru. my god, thatâs all.â
he tchs, and you can imagine him rolling his eyes on the other line. âfine. whatever.â
âwhatâs with your attitude? iâm genuinely just trying to look out for you, likeâŠ?â
âyouâre not helping, (y/n). youâre being annoying.â
his words sting, and you stand still in the hall to your classroom as you register satoruâs tone and accusation. thereâs silence, and satoru knows that when you say nothing more, heâs crossed a line.
even so, heâs too heated currently to own up to it in this moment, so he lets the silence swallow you both as he walks.
âokay,â you mumble apathetically after a while. âbye, satoru.â
you hear him prepare to say something, but your thumb is already hiding the end call button.
throughout the next half and hour, you try your best to focus on teaching your lesson to the second years, but you find yourself struggling.
you understand satoruâs frustrations with the higher ups, but to take that frustration out on you is completely uncalled for.
and to call you annoying? for ensuring that he doesnât further endanger his already shaky position with the the authorities over him? how ungrateful is that! how could he label you as a disturbance to him when all youâve ever done was try to lighten his load?
you donât understand it. and it hurts to know that one little thing in comparison to the plethora of clingy annoyances that satoru has the habit of displaying that you donât even find aggravating is enough to send him over the edge.
youâre aggressively erasing your chalkboard at the end of your lesson when you hear the sound of air flushing and papers fluttering behind you. immediately, you feel satoruâs presence much to your displeasure.
âbaby?â he calls you tentatively, though you already know full well that he is there in your vacant room. you donât reply, continuing to swipe your eraser over the chalk. âbaby, please donât ignore me,â he sighs guiltily. âcan i⊠can we just talk?â
âget out, satoru.â
you can physically feel Satoruâs mannerisms droop behind you, but you do not fall for it. he deserves your standoffishness, your unwillingness to engage.
âi just wanna talk, (y/n)⊠just five minutes?â
you clench your jaw, brows angling tensely as his earlier words run through your mind again and again. your pace picks up and your movements grow harsher.
before you know it, you feel the white haired man brushing behind you inches away, reaching a hand to your shoulder. â(y/n)?â
âstop!â you rip away, stepping back. satoru retracts his hand quickly, crystal eyes blown wide as he watches you. you slam your eraser down onto the ledge and hold your hands up. âjust stop! you donât get to be rude to me and then just come back around as if everythingâs okay. what if I donât want to talk to you?â
having removed his blindfold before coming here, you can see the pain and remorse circling in his gaze. âpretty, i didnât mean to say what i said,â he starts again slowly. âi-iâm sorry, i was just overstimulated and angry- not even at you, and you were telling me to do something I didnât want to do but had to do, then iâŠâ he huffs. âiâm so sorry.â
you fold your arms and stare harshly at the board, brows twitching as satoruâs smooth, genuine apology flows through your ears.
when you still donât say anything, satoruâs mouth tugs downward and his lashes fluttere prettily over his cheek. âitâs okay if you donât wanna talk to me or see me right now. i was being shitty, and i didnât mean it, baby. i just had to come and tell you that as soon as the meeting was over⊠and you were right. i needed to be there.â
you close your eyes. âwhy donât you ever listen to me?â
satoru practically jumps when he hears you speak. âwhat did you say?â
âyou never listen to me, toru,â you look at him desperately. âyou always do what you want to do, and when i have to make you do something, you pout. is what i say really that unimportant to you?â
âno,â he rushes out, swooping in to stand before you so he can meet your eyes up close. âno, no, no. no, thatâs not it.â
âthen what is it?â
âi listen to you, baby. i do, i just struggle when you give me suggestions about work because we have completely different approaches. you play by the rules more and i do what i think is best even if itâs not what Iâm told is best. which is okay. iâm not saying that either way is better than the other, itâs just that difference between us clashes sometimes.â
you hum.
âbut that doesnât mean i donât listen, or donât respect you, (y/n). i respect you more than anyone i know.â
âthen you should act like it.â
âi know,â he pushed out his bottom lip, taking your forearms in his hands. âi know, i can be all over the place sometimes. iâm sorry pretty girl.â
you wish you could stay angry, but satoruâs touch almost instantly melts away the tension in your body. almost.
âplease donât call me annoying like that again,â you look over him. âseriously, that wasnât nice.â
ânever,â he swears. âi promise, never again. i donât even know why it came out in the first time. please forgive me, baby, Iâm sorry.â
you exhale, and before you can respond, satoru is ducking down and suffocating your face with a plethora of kisses from your forehead to cheeks and down to your jaw. murmurs of apologizes slip through as he attacks you, and you squeal as you try turn away.
âokay!â you shout, pushing at his chest. âi forgive you, get off!â
âi love youuu,â he lands a particularly long kiss to your nose. âso much. let me take you out tonight to apologize properly, pretty. will you let me?â
you stifle a smile, keeping your hands to your chest as you glare up at him when he pulls away with a grin. âfine.â
suguru geto:
suguru loves you dearly, truly he does, but he notices that the longer he is in a relationship with you, the more entitled you become. granted, he spoils the hell out of you because youâre his one and only, therefore he only feels it is appropriate to shower you with the unconditional love that he has for you.
you know that suguru rarely ever says no to you. hell, he doesnât want to deny you of the things you ask of him because he should be the person that you always come to for anything. along with his girls, youâve stolen his heart, and his love language is taking care of you - making you rotten.
so when suguru can not abide by what you demand, you pout and poke and prod and pester. in some ways, you remind him of how satoru used to behave in his company, so commanding of what you want from him in the most combative, brattiest way that it has him rubbing the space between his forehead with angled brows.
and the attitude on you is criminal. suguru knows he can not necessarily talk because his attitude is just as bad, but the moment suguru disagrees with you about something, you make it a point keep pressing the matter sassily.
there are a million things that suguru finds to be more of a pain to his peace than you, but he can not deny that when you get on his nerves, you truly tick him off.
suguru is known to have very little patience in general. he chalks it up to his occupation, having to deal with idiotic human beings all day to the point where it wears down his capacity for bullshit. he needs things to resolve themselves at his pace in order to feel as though he can go about his day, but when they donât, it frustrates him to no end.
that is why when you fail to give it a rest after suguru has told you no four times now to getting lunch with you because he has business to take care of, he is beginning to lose his cool.
â(y/n),â suguru exhales your name in exasperation. heâs on his way out of the front door. âangel, you know iâm busy today. youâre usually a lot more understanding when it comes to my schedule, i donât know where the disconnect is right now.â
youâre growing upset, for youâve never enjoyed watching suguru leave, but for some reason you are feeling all the more sensitive to his departure today. the dark haired cult leader has been so busy lately that you and the girls have hardly been able to catch him for longer than five minutes when heâs home. you want to sit and talk with him, to at least have a quick thirty minute meal together, but heâs still refusing you, and you never fair well with being refused by geto.
âbut suguru,â you curl your brows and gaze at him sadly. âIâm just asking for one day. thatâs all, we donât even need to be out long. i already have a place in mind thatâs right around the corner from the group- i can even pick you up. you wonât have to worry about a thing. please, just this once?â
the hazel eyed man can not stand saying no to you, even more so when you look at him with such pleading in your eyes, but heâs told you a hundred times that he canât do what you please today. as much as heâd love to go to lunch with you, there are no exceptions. heâs already pushing himself behind by trying to reason with you.
âthe answer is no, (y/n),â he tells you with soft sternness. your frown deepens leading Suguru to walk over to you. he guides his hand to your waist and presses a kiss to your forehead in an attempt to make you feel better. âiâm sorry. i know things havenât been the best lately with me being home, but iâm trying my best.â
you want to be more supportive, but you miss suguru. you do, and to feel like a second priority to a cult he doesnât even like makes you upset.
you grumble incoherently under your breath and cross your arms. suguru feels your stature shift, and he pulls away to eye you. you avoid his gaze purposefully, and suguru instantly knows whatâs going on with you.
âdonât start,â he advises as a warning. you donât take well to the comment, the muscles in your face tightening as you go to ease away from suguruâs grasp. he doesnât have time for this right now. âi mean it.â
âiâm not even doing anything,â you murmur, looking down as suguru examines you closely.
âyouâre sulking.â
âokay, and maybe thatâs because i donât want my boyfriend to leave?â you snap.
âi know, (y/n). youâre acting like i want to leave too, but this is work.â
âand clearly workâs more important now,â you roll your eyes.
suguru shakes his head and pulls away with narrow eyes. âyouâre being incredibly irritating right now.â
you freeze, getoâs words stabbing you through the chest like a stake to the heart. âwhat?â you repeat weakly, your grit having gone.
âyou arenât listening to me. itâs getting old and itâs irritating,â he says again, this time as he turns away and walks back to the door.
you stare at his back blankly. your heart hammers against your chest, and your face falls. normally when you behave a certain way that suguru doesnât appreciate, he spends his time either circling back and trying to reach and understand or punishing you. but now, heâs just walking away with no intention of doing either. you expected more, and you hadnât expected for him to outright call you annoying.
sure, you push a little too much sometimes, but annoying? all you want is him. is it annoying to desire such a simple thing?
âiâll be home later, alright? we can talk about this when i get back,â he tells you, pulling the door open and allowing the sunlight to peer in. when you do not respond, he speaks again in annoyance. âalright?â
you still donât answer, and this time he turns over his shoulder to see what is keeping you from giving him a verbal affirmation.
his face relaxes, however, when he says you standing silently with your hands at your sides. your gaze has turned to one of subtle embarrassment as you frown, mulling over suguruâs emotions in a less stubborn, more deflated manner.
despite suguruâs irritation with you, the moment he sees your discomfort, heâs flipping the switch in an instant.
slowly, he shuts the door again without a word. he figures it wonât hurt anyone to be another five minutes late, for he is the founder of the religious group after all. what he says goes, and he will not leave until this mild conflict with you is sorted out.
he walks over and takes your head in his hands, tilting your face up to reveal your big, shiny eyes. with another quiet sigh, heâs taking one hand and rubbing your shoulder as he holds your stare.
âi didnât mean to hurt your feelings,â he tells you gently, immediately knowing what is plaguing you. âiâm just frustrated.â
ââŠfrustrated with me?â you ask slowly.
he presses his lips together. âyeah, angel. i am a little bit,â he confesses honestly. while this isnât the response you wanted, geto knows itâs the response you need to hear⊠even if you struggle to accept it, your head nodding stiffly but your eyes telling a story of humiliation. and he hates it. he hates how unhappy you look, but no good has ever come from partners lying to one another about how they feel.
âbut,â you start as suguruâs swipes a thumb over your brow lovingly. âsuguru, all i wanted was to have lunch with you. is that such a crazy thing? youâre hardly around anymore.â
âi know, (y/n), and no itâs not, but youâre not respecting the fact that while i want to more than anything, i canât. not today,â he says once more. âi do this for you and the girls too, you know. itâs not just for me. any money i make is yours, and if i need to work my ass off to provide for you and our future, i will. and itâs not fair for you to throw a fit when i canât drop all of that when you ask me to.â
itâs a hard pill for you to swallow, but you know that suguruâs point is more than valid.
you inhale and exhale deeply, his touch swarming you tenderly despite how he feels. âIâm sorry,â you apologize. âim sorry for pushing. i just want you here. it gets hard sometimes, you know?â
âI know.â
he pulls your face in to kiss your cheek softly, your hand going to cradle his wrists.
âand iâm sorry if youâve felt neglected in any way, and for calling you irritating. there was probably a better way for me to say that.â
âitâs okay,â you mumble as pulls away. âi probably was being annoying anyway...â
geto smiles softly. âyou were,â he chuckles, and you gap at him.
âsuguru,â you frown and he laughs again.
âsorry.â the hazel eyed man leans in to capture your lips in a soft kiss before you can pour any longer, eyes gleaming kindly when he draws back. he at least does not look aggravated any longer, his features much calmer than before. âhow about a day out this weekend? you, me, and the girls.â
your eyes light up. âreally? youâre sure?â
âyeah, angel,â he nods. âi miss you all too, you know. youâre all i think about when Iâm dealing with those monkeys all day.â
ââŠcan we maybe go to the farmerâs market?â you suggest. âi wanna get some stuff to make a big dinner for us, and the girls want to get some flowers.â
âabsolutely we can. sounds great.â
âthank you,â you smile, wrapping your arms over his neck and tugging him down into a tight hug. suguru laughs gently, sliding his arms around you. âi hope you have a good day today. i wonât pester you about work anymore.â
âokay, baby,â he rubs your back. âI gotta go now, okay? iâll try not to be out late. i love you.â
âi love you too.â
kento nanami:
despite kentoâs remarkable talent in serving you as your partner, he is still a human being subject to human emotions. when heâs annoyed with you, he doesnât make it your problem. he simply makes it known that he is beginning to be plagued by the feeling, and though it hurts your feelings, you understand and give him the space he needs.
kento does not get irritated with you often at all. you are a gift upon his stressful life, and itâs difficult for you to pose as a source of stress when the rest of his life is already so anxiety-inducing. youâre his everything, and even when he does get ever so slightly annoyed with you, itâs never at the same level as other factors - like gojo. you donât even begin to compare.
the only time nanami finds himself growing upset because of you is when you choose not to listen to or communicate with him.
nanami works hard to put your needs before his own and he is more than happy to do so. he feels it is the only way things should be, for as long as you are happy and well cared for, he is content.
however, there are moments when he does so that can come off to you as a tad overbearing. he cares for your physical and mental wellbeing, so that also comes with constant check ins about whether youâre eating properly or how much sleep youâre getting. itâs sweet, his persistent doting, but you donât always fair well with how often heâs interrogating you about your lifestyle when he literally witnesses every second of what you do as your fiancĂ©.
and of course, when you react poorly by getting even the slightest hint of an attitude or portray your own annoyance in a poor manner, nanami, who always tries his best to find a solution to problems if you are bothered by something, is bothered himself when you do not cooperate.
nanami is incredibly patient with you, and he tries his best to practice patient with you when he internally feels you are being unreasonable.
so he resorts to silence as he ponders what to do next. youâre both sitting at the kitchen table as tension swirls about. your knee is frantically bouncing as you glare ahead. you donât like when kento does something to bother you, for everything he does is so perfect you feel like you donât have a right to be bothered, and you rarely ever are. and you may try to hide when youâre upset, but nanami sees you so clearly. he knows you like the back of his hand, therefore, there is no hiding.
and of course, nanami would never grow annoyed with what you feel⊠itâs how you communicate with him when you feel a certain way. you shut down and make it impossible for him to talk through it, and as someone who likes to work through things while they are occurring, itâs a bit of a pain when you go quiet and refuse to give him anything.
now, you both sit rather annoyed with one another, for that is likely the only instance nanami will feel some sort of irritation sparked by you. the blonde taps his finger against the table with his legs crossed, unsure of how to move forward. heâs tried calling your name, tried asking you whatâs wrong, tried suggesting anything he can do to fix it, but you, afraid to even further speak truth into your emotions, reply with shrugs and mute shakes of your head.
it takes at least another few minutes for nanami to rise slowly, fixing the collar of his shirt and clearing his throat you look up and see by his rigid posture that he is not in the happiest of spirits, and when you finally notice, you realize that he had been silent along with you for quite some time now, his series of questions having ceased.
âi am going for a drive,â he announces formally. you blink up at him, your knee still bouncing. his chocolate eyes meet yours with a hefty sigh. âi wonât be longer than forty minutes.â
forty?!
ââŠokay,â is the very first word you have said in a while, and nanami nods curtly. though he appears indifferent, his shoulders are tense, his jaw is taut, and a dent creases the space between his brows. you can tell by these signs that he has grown to match your previous feelings. âwhere are you going?â
âto clear my head. i donât believe anything productive will come from the both of us sitting here like this.â
you furrow your brows. âare you angry with me now?â
âno,â he gathers his keys. âi am not angry. only, admittedly, a bit perturbed,â he says without looking at you.
you know that nanami had annoyed you first, but to hear him tell you so is humbling nonetheless. what reason does he have to be annoyed? what did you do?
âum,â you stumble. âwhyâŠ?â
the prospect of you now trying to interrogate him after he had spent so much time trying to get through to you, or at least a word out, does very little to ease the man.
he lifts a hand, guiding his palm out to ease the conversation before it can escalate. â(y/n), iâm not in any state to talk about this right now. give me a bit and i will be back.â
his eyes find yours to ensure that you see that earnest in his brow hues, and your shoulders slump, your knee stilling completely.
âis that alright?â
you nod slowly. âyes. that's alright.â
kento nods again, swiping up his jacket from the back of his chair before stepping out of the door, clicking it shut behind him.
you reel in his absence, sitting in the aftermath. maybe you reacted poorly⊠but you couldnât help it. you donât always enjoy being overwhelmed with a series of questions from your boyfriend as though he is your doctor or father. sometimes you just wish to be.
you know he only does so out of concern. you know he loves you, better than anyone has ever loved you, but your reaction had been involuntary.
the look on nanamiâs face only proved that you should have handled the situation differently. you hate when heâs upset, but that way of thinking alone is unfair. he likely hates when youâre upset too, and you shut down when he was trying to help.
as guilt swarms you, you retreat to the living room where you mindlessly flip through the tv channels, your focus elsewhere.
kento ends up returning hardly twenty minutes later. you look in surprise to the door as he enters with takeout in his hands. he looks up, his face a bit more relaxed as he enters.
neither of you speak as he kicks his shoes off at the door and makes his way toward you. he sets the bags of food down on the coffee table before you and slowly sits down next to you, hands to his thighs.
âi got us dinner,â he says as you shuffle to make room for him. the aroma of your favorite thai food fills your senses and makes you become rather aware to your hunger, for you havenât eaten in a while.
kento sits with his forearm resting on his knee, his body facing you. you look away, embarrassed to even speak to him, though you do whisper a âthank youâ that is only audible to nanami because he is seated right beside you.
he reaches a hand out to hold yours, his other sliding over top to caress the back of it. âhoney,â he starts softly. âI donât want this to go on longer than it should.â
âyouâre back earlier than you said,â you mention, looking down at his hands over yours.
âi didnât need to be gone long to want to sit down with you about this again.â you nod. âare you okay?â he asks you, and you nod again.
âyeah, are you?â
âiâm better,â he answers. âmy intention was not to leave on a bad note so abruptly. i just needed a moment to myself.â
âno, i understand, ken. i donât blame you for taking a step back.â
âare you okay with me telling you why i was upset?â
âof course i am.â
he gives a gentle smile before proceeding. âit seems that every time i try to work through something with you, you do not wish to cooperate. if you were to tell me that you need space before explaining, i would understand better and give you time, but you say nothing. you barely even look at me, and i try my best to give you the patience you deserve but you do not do the same for me.â
âitâs not that- I wasnât trying to be impatient with you, itâs just that sometimes i donât want to talk about things.â
âthen I would prefer it if youâd say that instead of shutting me out, because then iâm left to pick up the pieces with nothing to go off of,â he pleads. âand itâs unhealthy for you to harbor everything that bothers you inside. you could get sick doing that, and it hinders our communication.â
you can tell he is about to give you another lecture, which is what led you here in the first place. you take in a deep breath and try to regulate yourself, glancing down. âyeah, i hear you,â you mutter. âi just get⊠i donât know, it feels weird to tell you when something youâve done bothers me.â
âwhy, sweetheart?â
âbecause youâre so good to me,â you frown. âyou donât deserve to hear that iâm upset with you for probably no reason.â
âlook at me, honey.â you oblige, locking eyes with his once again shyly. âas good as i am to you and you are to me, getting angry or upset or irritated with one another is normal. itâs healthy. no relationship is free of trials, and if this is our worst problem, iâd confidently say that we are doing quite well.â
you listen to him carefully, taking in his words as you look over his face.
ânow, will you tell me what it was i did to upset you earlier?â
âitâs so stupid, ken.â
âyour feelings are not stupid. please. i need to know so i donât repeat my mistakes.â
you huff and eventually give in. âwell, sometimes... you do this thing⊠where you lecture me⊠and i appreciate you looking out for me all the time, but sometimes when you ask me a hundred things at once about stuff that Iâm more than aware of as an adult, it makes me feel like youâre patronizing me.â
a stern look of realization crosses the blondeâs features. âi had no idea.â
âi mean⊠i never told you, so i was getting upset with you for something you werenât even aware of,â you exhale. âiâm really sorry, kento. I struggle with communicating certain things, and i shouldnât have allowed myself to get so irritated in the first place.â
âthereâs no need for you to apologize,â he dismisses. âi apologize for making you feel as though Iâve been speaking down to you. i only check in so often because i care.â
âi know,â you lean in. âand thereâs nothing wrong with that.â
âbut i can see how it may be a bit overbearing,â he admits. âiâll try to mind myself in the future.â
âoh, itâs okay, ken,â you lift your hand to his cheek, smoothing a thumb over his cheekbone. âyouâre perfect, baby. iâm sorry if i made you feel otherwise.â
âi am far from perfection, my love,â he kisses your inner palm. âi make plenty of mistakes.â
âso do i, clearly,â you chuckle.
he smiles again, and this time it reaches his warm eyes. âyes, but the way i see it, you would not be perfect without them.â
choso kamo:
choso, bless his heart, has never found anything you do to be even remotely close to what he could find annoying. everything you do in his eyes is perfect, flawless, and he clings to you so much that he finds it impossible to think of your actions or words as something that poses as an aggravation to him.
what he finds irritating is when yuji will borrow his shirts without asking and fail to return them for days, or when heâs been assigned on a mission and it lasts far longer than he intended to be there, the task cutting into time he could be spending with you, or even when other people serve as a nuisance to you. you have never, ever been on the list of things that get on his nerves, and he doesnât think you ever will be.
thatâs why he feels such guilt when he starts to feel that familiar sense of annoyance bubbling in his chest when you keep asking him to let you know about his plans for the weekend.
youâve asked him numerous times at this point, and he has given you the same answer: he doesnât know exactly what heâs doing with his brother or when heâll be home, and that heâd let you know as soon as he figures it out. but you know that by the time he âfigures it outâ it will be past the time you need to plan around his absence.
youâre an organized person, and you like to know in advance what is happening in your boyfriendâs life so that you can either prepare to spend some time with him or not waste the effort looking forward to doing so if he will be out late. this is especially a big deal to you because choso tends to get carried away when spending time with his little brother. the brunette loves his family so dearly, and you have always admired how fiercely he cares for those close to him, but his tendency to just go along with whatever yujiâs hyper mind thinks of on the spot without having the sense to think of how it will impact his brotherâs girlfriend yet always gets to you.
you want choso to spend time with his brother, you do, but you just wish that he would have the decency of letting you in on what he plans to do on the days they are together more often.
therefore, it is friday and you continue to ask him to let you know what the plans are, and choso, still not completely understanding of what you want, is growing tired of the nagging.
âi already told you, love,â he reasons as best as he can with you, his voice dipping lower. âi donât know how long weâll be out. i promise you iâll let you know.â
youâre moving about the kitchen while choso stands at the corner, eyes heavy as he watches you. heâs trying his hardest to mask his growing agitation, for he knows that you are very keen on picking up on his tells that reveal his emotions. when heâs aggravated, his brows angle ever so slightly and his lids weigh over bored vision, his lips curled in a frown.
you havenât looked at him yet. your back is to him as your rummage through your fridge. âyeah, cho, you said that already, and you say that every time you go out,â you close the fridge door, carton of eggs in your hand for you to prepare lunch.
âand i always come back,â he says, shrugging slightly. âI donât understand what the problem is⊠iâd never stay out all night without coming back.â
âitâs not about you coming back or not, itâs about when you come back,â you try to explain, placing the eggs on the counter to turn and reaching to grab a bowl. âiâve definitely talked about this before, right? sometimes i stay up for you or want to hang out with you when you get back, but you never give me an estimated time when youâre with your brother so i can plan around it.â
choso exhales through his nose slowly, looking down. âthe point is that if i knew, iâd tell youâŠâ
you look up, catching the dipped pitch in his tone, and tilt your head to the side upon taking in his stature. heâs pouting.
you stop what your doing, pressing your hands to the ledge of the other side of the counter and leaning over with a suspicious look.
âare you alright?â you ask slowly.
choso meets your eye, a hint of a deer in in headlights look capturing him. âyes,â he says stiffly, quickly, and you are not convinced whatsoever.
âyou sure? because your face says otherwise,â you nod toward him.
conflict is pretty foreign to the two of you within your relationship. neither of you ever want to upset the other, so in tiptoeing around certain issues, a lot of them are either brushed over and pent up. choso specifically things itâs damn near a sin to be upset with you, and you him, for he still does not understand certain inner workings of human connections.
he does not want to ruin what he has with you, and he does not comprehend why he is growing annoyed with someone he cherishes so much. he still loves you, but he canât help this feeling. it burdens him with guilt, and he does not know how to respond once you catch him.
âis something bothering you?â you ask carefully. âare you upset because i keep asking about this weekend?â
choso doesnât respond. he feels like itâs a trap, for he would never lie to you but to admit that heâs annoyed is an entirely different ball park that he is horrified to step into. he looks at you shamefully, face still tense but heâs trying hard to relax, to mask the way he truly feels.
you raise a brow. ââŠchoso?â
âiâm fine,â he tells you. once again, heâs answering far too quickly.
âokay,â you exhale, shifting on your feet. choso watches you anxiously, keeping incredibly still as though moving will make the earth shatter. âI know you really well, cho. clearly the conversation is bothering you.â after another moment of silence from your boyfriend, you continue. âyou can be honest with me, or else youâll just be carrying this around with you all day.â
ââŠi donât wanna upset you,â he eventually murmurs.
âI understand, but thatâs not realistic,â you say with subtle sternness in your tone. âjust like itâs not realistic to pretend like you arenât upset right now when i can clearly tell you are. we both have rights to feeling whatever we feel, so just⊠come on, tell me whatâs going on.â
with a pensive expression, choso slowly allows himself to give in. âitâs just thatâŠâ he begins hesitantly. âiâm not really sure what you want me to tell you anymore. about my plans.â
âi'm not asking anything out of the question, i just want you to plan more for my sake.â
âbut i keep repeating myself when i tell you that yuji and i donât plan⊠itâs a littleâŠâ
âitâs a little what?â
âjust⊠kind of⊠annoying.â
you reel, staring at choso incredulously. you never thought you would have seen the day where your sweet significant other, horrified of touching you the wrong way, would call you annoying. admittedly, youâre a little wounded. you havenât done anything wrong, and yet choso is aggravated by your desire to simply know what time heâs coming home. youâre not asking for too much. you hardly believe youâre asking for anything at all. you know that choso can be irrational, but never with you. never like this.
you nod to yourself slowly, pursing your lips. choso eyes you carefully, uncertain of how his own words have landed. you wanted him to be honest, and this is how heâs feeling. should he have just lied? should he have kept it to himself anyway?
suddenly, you resume what you are doing and turn away from choso wordlessly. the violet eyed manâs eyes widen as you go searching for a pan, and air of intensity about you.
â(y/n)?â he says your name cautiously after a while of you shuffling about. âyou okay?â
âitâs cool,â you respond shortly, and choso shrinks.
he moves to round the counter to approach you slowly, but you do not slow yourself when you notice him moving into the kitchen beside you. âi donât think it isâŠâ
âchoso, i know how you feel now and thatâs that. iâll leave it be.â
you sound mad. choso doesnât like it at all, and heâs unsure of how to even speak to you this way. he doesnât want to further ruin your mood, but he has to make sure youâre alright⊠that he didnât cross some sort of line.
âiâm sorry,â he hastily apologizes. âI wasnât trying to make things worse.â
âdonât apologize for what you feel,â you strictly say, moving to the other side of the kitchen the second choso gets close to you.
he stops, his traces of annoyance having completely washed away. âbut youâre mad now.â
âiâm not mad, i just- iâm a little annoyed too now.â
he deflates. âoh,â he mumbles, hands falling to his sides. âthen, what do what do now?â
you exhale, taking a moment to pause and turn to face choso from the other side of the space. âi wanna talk about why iâm irritated.â
âokay⊠and that wonât make it worse?â
âno, because iâll at least be getting my point across.â
he nods dejectedly. âalright. why are you upset?â
âbecause you wonât take a second to put yourself in my shoes and understand that planning for my sake now that we live together will help ease my anxiety,â you explain, your hand moving about as you emphasize your stance. âi donât care how long you and yuji are out. thatâs not the point, and i know you donât plan, but Iâm asking you to at least start to, because i get tired of falling asleep waiting for you because i donât know when youâre coming home. if i knew in advance, i wouldnât have to stay up or get my hopes up about you coming back at a certain time. and then you tell me that iâm annoying you because i just want to be informed. like, thatâs a little rude, choso. itâs basically like you saying you donât care what i ask for.â
âi do care,â he cuts in passionately, brows knitted with a look of guilted sadness. âiâm sorry. i didnât know it was like that for you.â
âbecause you never bothered to ask.â
âiâm sorry,â he says again. âi shouldnât have called you annoying. that was mean. you just⊠told me to be honest, so i said what i was thinking.â
âthatâs another thing, choso, weâre not perfect. weâre people and we react to things differently. this isnât the last time weâll be annoyed with each other.â
âi donât like that,â he grumbles.
âwe donât have to like it, but thatâs just how things are. it doesnât mean we love each other any less, and weâre not always going to agree on why weâre annoyed with one another.â
ââŠare we fighting?â
you scoff a slight, tired laugh and shake your head. âno, weâre not fighting. weâre just talking.â
âokay,â he nods. âwell, iâm sorry. i am. iâll try to do better about planning for you. and youâre not annoying, (y/n). i love you.â
you soften. âi love you too, cho, just please be more mindful of how you react sometimes.â
âi will,â he mumbles. ââŠcan i⊠i mean, is it wrong to ask you for a hug or do you need some time?â
âcome over here,â you beckon him over. the brunette is quick to comply, stepping heavily over to you and burying his face in your neck. you wrap your arms around his frame as he holds you, murmuring numerous apologies to you over and over in your ear.
âmaybe iâll just stay home,â he suggests, mumbling into your skin.
âyou donât need to do that, cho, thatâs not what i was asking of you.â
âi know, but iâd rather stay in with you anyway. or maybe we can make it a group thing if you want to come with.â
âiâll see how i feel this weekend, but thatâs sounds great, baby. thank you.â
toji fushiguro:
toji has a habit of getting caught up in his stress accumulated from the day. heâll return home grumpily, muscles twitching and lips tight in a scowl. his back aches and his head hurts, and all he wants to do is crawl up into bed with you and snooze for the rest of the night.
of course, this isnât always plausible. life presents its daily interferences that throw off his plans of laziness with the woman he loves, and sometimes, the woman he loves herself is the very thing standing in the way of his tranquility.
you donât do so on purpose. while toji leads his life of chaos and crime, you busy yourself with your own less illegal tasks, and those tasks and your desires by the end of the day donât always match his. and toji, despite how wholly he loves you, has the unintentional tendency to be selfish, for itâs how heâs lived his whole life before meeting you.
and that tendency especially shines through when his mind is clouded by exhaustion. if he wants you to lay still with him for the rest of the night, why canât he? why the hell do you have to run out to the store instead? or finish up an assignment that takes an extra hour and a half to complete? or try to talk to him about your day when he just wants peace and quiet in your wordless physical presence?
it ticks him off, and heâs already moody enough before he comes home to realize that he is not going to get what his mind and heart have been set on for hours. he tries his best not to take things out on you when he is in a healthy, normal conscious state, but he can not help it at the worst of times. before he knows it, heâs snapping at you all because you wanted to show him an album of pictures you came across during your visit to your parents today.
âoh!â you gasp excitedly, leaning into tojiâs shoulder as you lounge with him on the bed, your phone presenting itself to his face. youâre propped up with your back to the headboard while toji is laid flat against the pillow with a sour expression. âand this one is from halloween when i was eleven! holy shit, look at my braces! damn, they really threw off the whole costume. i still look cute though, don't i?"
toji doesn't know how you haven't noticed his lack of response as you swipe through photo after photo, your voice a blabber of nonsense in his ear as he closes his eyes in vexation. he can feel himself nearing his last straw as you shift your entire conversation enthusiastically, diving into some story about your family that is hardly related to the pictures you have been sharing.
the dark-haired man is so tired, so fed up with noise and the questions you ask him that you do not even wait for him to respond to before you're cutting in and rambling on again - not that toji even would have responded.
he just wants to sleep... you're still going on, and he wants to sleep.
"and then there was the time that i-"
you're interrupted by a loud groan and the run of toji's large hands down his face. you falter, lowering your phone and furrowing your brows at him slightly, your smile dwindling upon finally taking note of toji's body language.
silence stills the room while toji keeps his hands concealing his face and you simply watch him, stunned.
"uh..." you start pensively, confused. "...why did you just-"
"for the love of christ, girl, can you be quiet for one second?" he interjects once more with the tear of his hands away from his face and the strike of his weary, tense eyes into yours.
you jump. "what?" is all you can ask, awed by the way your boyfriend just spoke to you.
"i had a long day, (y/n). the fuck don't you understand about that?"
your face is scrunching in offense now, your body retracting and your energy transitioning into dejected anger. "toji, why the hell are you talking to me like that?"
"cause you've been workin' my last nerve since i got home," he grits out, tense hands swiping the air. you stare at him with wide eyes. "i'm fuckin' tired. i don't wanna come home to you talkin' my ear off about shit i don't care about. just let me sleep, alright?"
you clamp your mouth shut, a lump forming in your throat and a pit swirling in your chest as you take in toji's hurtful words. his face is hard as he awaits a response from you, and you can do nothing but look at him pathetically, completely torn apart by how swiftly he had made you feel as though you are a burden to him.
you had not meant to interfere with his rest time. you thought he was resting by sitting cozily in bed with you. you thought that he would enjoy seeing pictures of you from the past, hearing about old memories that you revive for the sake of his enjoyment. hell, you would have enjoyed it if the roles were reversed and toji was sharing his childhood memories with you after a long day (if of course, his childhood had been a bit more positive).
you understand that you may have misread the situation, but there was no need for toji to be so cruel to you about it. you hate when he gets like this, so rigid and ruthless with his tone and his words that it makes you feel as though he wants nothing to do with you.
you fight the urge to cry, your body tensing as you swallow hard. you tear your eyes from toji's face, the vision alone scarring you as his words seep in. the green-eyed man watches you shut off your phone swiftly and tuck it carelessly into your pocket with a scoff.
he quirks his brow in befuddlement now as you push yourself off the mattress and cooly whisk yourself around the furniture and to the bedroom door. he pushes himself up, for he didn't want you to leave. he just wanted silence.
"where're you goin'?" he asks as though you have no reason to storm off. you halt in the doorway, whipping your head over your shoulder to glare at him with glassy eyes.
"to give you your space," you hissed. "after all, i don't want to 'work your last nerve' any more than i already have."
toji can tell by the glossiness of your gaze and the tremble of your voice that he fucked up. he sighs heavily, swiping a hand over his hair. "i ain't mean it like that-" he tries to defend himself, but you have none of it.
"sure you did, toji. or else you wouldn't have said it," you growl. "it's fine. really. you can be an asshole all by yourself while i'm gone. maybe you'll be able to sleep now that your girlfriend is out of the way."
you leave with a slam to the door, the walls shaking in your wake, and toji stares at the wall harshly. the overwhelming silence now envelopes him, the silence that he had been longing for since you started talking, and now that he has it, it doesn't feel right.
he curses to himself, scratching the back of his head. he shouldn't have snapped at you. all you had been doing was sharing something close to your heart with him, and he completely blew you off. it wasn't as though you were the source of his stress - it was his job, yet he reacted in such a way to make it feel as though you were the problem.
fuck. toji knows he has issues with regulating his anger, but he continues to swear that he will work on leaving you out of it, and yet here he is again, mulling over the after-effects of dragging you into his acidity once more.
he's not even tired anymore. he tries to doze off, but all he can think about is your face and how he hurt you.
when he steps out of his room, he finds that you are nowhere to be found in his apartment. he tries calling you, but you don't pick up. he resorts to texting you, asking where you are. you read the messages, but refuse to answer, ensuring that he knows you're pissed off.
he shakes his head and goes to check your location instead, which he is grateful to find that you haven't shut off. he knows you too well. you want him to chase after you and apologize, to put forth the effort that you at times feel he would not extend for your sake.
toji finds you at a bar around the corner, your chin propped in your hand as you stare ahead over the counter emptily with an untouched drink before you. you're slumped in your seat with your phone tucked under your hand, appearing so sad before him, and toji feels his heart ache knowing that he's the reason you look like this.
"go away," you grumble when you see his bulky figure approaching you out of the corner of your eye, not even bothering to look his way. the fushiguro leans his forearm against the counter beside you with his other hand propped on his hip. he tilts his head down to try to catch a glimpse of your face, and you simply turn away stubbornly.
"c'mon doll," he attempts to coax. "don't be mad."
"don't fucking tell me not to be mad, you dick."
toji drops his head. bad start. "listen," he begins, unsure of how to proceed. he has never been good with finding words in these situations. "i shouldn't've said what i said."
you turn to scour at him. "no shit."
he wants to chuckle at how angry you are, for you start cursing up a storm the way toji does on a daily basis, and he finds it rather endearing how quick you are to violate him with your language when he gets on your bad side.
toji doesn't realize that the skin beneath his eyes is creasing a the corner of his lip is tugging upward, for you're gaping at him and smacking his chest rather aggressively. "you think this is funny?"
"no, (y/n), i don't think it's funny," he chuckles, and you fume. you go to slam a few bills onto the table before jumping up from your stool and storming away. toji panics, reaching out and snatching up your arm in his grasp. you're tugged back to him against your wishes, fiery (e/c) hues seething into him as though you seek to kill him with your gaze. "stop, i'm tryna talk to you for a second."
"clearly you think my feelings are a joke to you, toji."
"i don't think that, doll, you know that."
"do i?" you raise your brows. "i wasn't so sure when you talked to me like i was nothing but a nuisance to you."
you go to tug away, but toji holds you to him, looking into your eye intensely. "you ain't a nuisance."
"then why talk to me like that?" you frown. "i wasn't even doing anything to hurt you, i was just trying to share something with you."
"i know baby," he softens, hand coming to cup over your neck. you turn away, leading him to smooth his hand over the back of your head instead as you look off to the side bitterly. "it wasn't you, it was my day-"
"i don't care," you huff. "you can't blame the way you treat people on shitty days - especially the way you treat me! i'm the person in this world who loves you, toji. if you need me to reel in on something, then just say that respectfully, but don't you dare go yelling at me the way you just did. it hurts my feelings."
toji sighs, looking over your face and caressing your hair. "i know, doll, m'sorry," he mumbles. "shouldn't be taking my shit out on you. you ain't ever done a single thing bad to me."
"yeah, you prick," you bite, and toji lets himself smile. "and stop smiling," you push against his chest. "nothing's fucking funny."
"you're right. nothin's funny at all," he agrees. "m'just happy i got a girl who knows how to fight back when i'm bein' an asshole."
"oh, what the fuck ever," you roll your eyes. "you're lucky i don't chop your balls off and hang them on display in the living room."
"nah, i much prefer you gettin' mean with me." he moves to cup your neck again, and this time you allow him, a pretty pout still on your face. "i deserve it."
"you sure as hell do..."
he chuckles, smirk spreading. "c'mere, doll," he pulls you into him, securing his arms around your frame and pressing you to his chest. you ease into him reluctantly, glowering off to the side as your check squishes into his pectoral. you don't hug back, for toji's biceps crush over you and trap your arms within his embrace as he rocks you slowly. "what can i do to make up for it?"
"go jump off a bridge," you mutter, body relaxing into his warmth as his chest rumbles with laughter against you.
ryomen sukuna:
sukuna belittling you with his words has never been anything new to you. while you understand that you withhold a space of softness in his heart that is reserved for you and you only, at times his comfortability with insulting you can go a bit far.
and of course, youâre used to it. he calls you âbratâ and âwomanâ as though you are a nuisance to him when in reality, you are the only person on this planet he has bestowed those names upon with his own definition of affection. he clicks his teeth and rolls his eyes at you when you talk about something that he wants you to believe is of little interest to him, when he is taking mental note of the things you enjoy talking about so that he can suffocate you with your desires long after you have presented a specific like to his attention. and of course, he tells you you are an aggravation to his soul every damn two seconds, as though loving you brings him stress after eons of having lived so freely and ruthlessly - though he still does, your presence does more to ease him into a state of mellowness than anything has prior to his commitment to you.
he very clearly welcomes the feeling and connection to you, but masks so by calling you annoying. all the time. so of course, when he does normally, you are completely desensitized to it.
unless youâre already irritated.
occasionally, there is only so much of sukuna you can handle. you love him to death, but the two of you butt heads so often due to your stubborn natures and unwillingness to allow the other to win that it tends to wear you down after a while. sukuna calls you disrespectful for even talking back, yet allows you to continue to do so as if he gets off on the way you get snippy with him.
itâs entertaining to the lord, after all. why would he spend his time doting on someone boring?
nevertheless, if youâve had a long day and are in no mood to deal with sukunaâs rather wide range of complex reactions to even the smallest of things that you do, his habits tick you off - especially so when he calls you annoying for something that you feel is anything but.
so as you complain to sukuna about how he needs to be mindful of how many sheets heâs running through by staining them with blood when he carelessly returns to your shared bedroom from yet another colorful expedition, you're peeved by the way he stares at you so carelessly. youâve been begging him forever to be more mindful of how he treats his belongings, especially now that you share the same things, but he always brushes your concerns aside by saying that he can just get more. but god forbid someone else were to stain his sheets, then heâd be out for blood.
his arms are crossed as he stands before you, eyes rolling over the ceiling as he makes his agitation rather evident. youâre a little thing in comparison to him, yammering on about the tenth set of sheets he has stained this month, but he wants to hear none of it. why is it such a big deal to you anyway? he has thousands of servants and limitless access to resources, so it shouldnât matter to you whatsoever. besides, youâve stained numerous sheets of his over the years with your arousal and heâs never complained. why does it all of a sudden hold importance to you what state his belongings are in now?
âwould you quit your moaning, woman?â he snarls, overpowering voice speaking over you. his eyes are hard and slim as they stare over you, and youâre bubbling with rage the moment he cuts into what youâre saying. âit is not of relevance to me, so why is it of any relevance to you?â
âbecause it is, sukuna! why do you only hold value to the things you care about? we share a bed, obviously iâm affected by this too!â you argue.
âyou are not a servant. servants concern themselves over such things.â
âoh, so now iâm beneath you for talking about this?â
sukuna groans. âi did not say that, brat.â
âyeah, but you insinuated it!â you retort. âiâm tired, sukuna, i wasnât trying to make this a big thing.â
âyet you are attempting to by persisting so irritatingly.â
you throw your hands up, at your witâs end. why does he never listen to you when there is something on your mind? why does he always push aside what you feel matters when he decides it doesnât matter to him? why is he always so cold with you, so steely and headstrong as though he remains above you like you havenât been by his side all this time?
you know how sukuna is, and yet him calling your opinions irritating riles you up in this moment. everything has to turn into an argument, and it weighs you down. nothing can ever run smoothly without sukuna taking offense or scoffing at the idea of you coming to him with something you feel should be fixed. you canât win.
"seriously?" you plead. "i mean, really, i'm irritating because i don't want to sleep in blood every night?"
"christ, you don't sleep in blood. the sheets are changed before you come to rest!" he barks. "that is why i find this so annoying. you are complaining for nothing."
"you know what? you're annoying!" you point a finger to his broad chest. the king of curses lifts a brow, looking down at where your finger prods into him.
"i beg your pardon?" an amused, low chuckle ripples through him as though the sentiment is unheard of, which only pisses you off even more.
"you heard me. you're the fucking annoying one. you're always going on about how i shouldn't talk back, or how everything i feel doesn't make sense, or how the things i want don't matter because you don't want them! you act like you're so far above me, when i'm the only one sleeping in bed with you, sitting on your throne, supporting your psycho-ass ambitions - but i'm the irritating one, right? your girlfriend is such a pain in the ass, isn't she? for caring about your wellbeing and loving you when nobody else will?"
the salmon-haired king's eyes go dull as you shout at him, fury raging in your eyes as you continue to poke at him. you're playing with fire, but you don't care. you're fed up with the pretending, with the sly comments about your intelligence as a human being and the value of your interests.
"woman-"
"shut up! i'm not done."
oh. you've really lost it now, haven't you?
normally, sukuna would have made it a point to silence you and teach you a lesson by now, but for some reason, he's feeling generous. slightly intrigued by your outburst, he lets you go on with a domineering smirk.
"i don't care of you're the king of curses, or if you could kill me with the snap of your fingers, or if you've got thousands of people who bow down to you without a second thought like mindless sheep-"
"you are not those people."
"exactly!" you agree without thinking, and sukuna's smirk brightens. "i'm not! so stop- stop treating me like i am! stop talking to me like i'm unimportant and like i get on your nerves more than i do anything good for you! stop blowing me off because you don't know how to empathize! i'm your girlfriend. i care about you, and i also care about the state of your things which you always make a point to say are mine too- and fucking sue me if i'm tired of walking into your room after a long day to see blood stains from random ass civilians while your servants work to replace them in the next hour! what if i wanna lay down before then, huh? ever thought about that?
"god, i just wish you'd care! is that so hard for you to do, sukuna? to care about me and what i care about? i didn't wanna argue with you, but you make it so damn hard for me not to lose my mind! you never hear me talk about how much you drive me crazy, and you drive me crazy every damn day of the week!"
"is that so?" he pries, slyly.
"yes!"
"i implore you, tell me more about how i drive you crazy."
"have you not been listening to anything i've-?!" you freeze, reconnecting with the moment to look in sukuna's eye and see how he is enjoying listening to your rant. you stop, stepping back and lifting your finger from his chest. you breathe in and out deeply, worked up by your own emotion, and you finally take a second to realize what you have been doing. "you're mocking me," you conclude.
"i am doing no such thing."
you scoff. "whatever, sukuna. just forget it. sorry i'm so irritating to you."
you go to walk off, but sukuna is already wrapping a set of arms around you, tugging you back to his chest. you grit your teeth, peering up over your shoulder to look back and find the demon grinning down at you teasingly.
"you need to relax," he muses.
"don't fucking tell me to relax, sukuna, i'm already pissed off."
"mm. i can see that, and in feeling so you have forgotten who you are speaking to."
"see, this is what i'm talking about! i'm not your servant-"
"yes, yes, i know. it was hard not to catch what you were saying during your little tantrum."
"fuck you," you groan, moving to push away. sukuna tightens his grip, winding his arms securely over your stomach and pressing you to his chest. "sukuna," you whine.
"stop taking everything so personally," he ducks down to speak into your ear over your left shoulder. you jerk, turning your head in the direction of his voice. "you are fully aware that you are not the same as everybody else. if you were, you would not be so mouthy."
"yeah, well it's hard to tell what you think sometimes when you call me annoying all the damn time. if you want me to leave you alone, just say that and i can stop wasting my time."
"enoughhh," he hisses. "you must stop taking things so far."
"and you must stop being so mean," you mimic his speech.
sukuna snorts. "do not worry about the sheets. i will retreat elsewhere after massacres if it while cease your whining."
"oh, how lucky i am," you click your teeth.
"quite so," he turns in to press his lips to the space under your jaw. "if you were anyone else-"
"i'd be dead," you finish, involuntarily leaning into him though your face is still tense. "no one else should be in your bed anyway, you know."
"that is why no one ever will."
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the other thing I find very funny about trying to write a canon compliant wol is taking all the wolship hints extremely seriously.
I don't really wolship because I'm just fundamentally not that kind of fan. But I know for those who are, the sheer number of romance hints FFXIV throws at you can be overwhelming to parse in a context where you have a preferred/intended wolship, particularly if you're not attracted to the gender the hints are coming from in the first place (a particular tip of the hat to wlw fans navigating the g'raha of it all). I've seen plenty of people write around them or write them out or be like "no aymeric was for real inviting my wol to a nice platonic zero-subtext dinner," and God bless all of you.
But it's really funny to imagine them all as all-too-real but unreciprocated or perhaps unreciprocatable. The sheer scale of it is comedy. Spoilers for all of FFXIV follow.
Oh God, the Lord Speaker wants to have dinner, just the two of us, at his family estate and not a government building. I hope he doesn't bring up his crush on me. Thal's balls he's about to bring it upâoh thank God there's an emergency. Oh no someone got hurt! Oh no it's the teenage girl with a crush on me.
Your life is a cosmic joke. You watch the Sultana get poisoned and all your friends probably die to save your life and it's kind of all your fault in some ways, I mean at the very least you should've spoken up when they gave the teenager a private army, and then the teenage boy speaks up and is like, "hey, I guess we have at least one ally. What about if we go visit that guy who is really obviously down unbelievably bad for you and wants to lick the sweat off of you." and you have to be like, yeah, Alphinaud. Great idea. Let's do it. I'll call him.
(brief interlude: also haurchefant's DEATH hits so good if you don't reciprocate. It's okay. He gets it. You're going through a lot and even if you had time to sort through your feelings maybe you're just not into him. That would be okay! You can love someone, or the idea of someone, without needing it to be romantically reciprocated. That's chivalric, even. Knightly. So he won't ask you to lie to him and say you love him as he lies dying in your arms. He's not so low as all that. But could you smile for him as you used to? That true hero's smile of yours. And you do, and he dies. And you both know he died for a lie, in a way, or a flight of fancy. And he's okay with that. Are you? Should you be? Should he?)
Then you're into Stormblood and it's like wow, okay. That last part was all high fantasy, of course there were loyal knights and elegant princes. But this is war. Imperialism. Grim business, surely there's no wayâoh no BOTH handsome young revolutionary leaders seem to have a special interest in you?! And so does the Crown Prince of the Empire? Come on, man. I should get to do the whole horrors of war thing without having to also deal with this. Gaius sucked and it was weird that he let his foster daughter run around being openly obsessed with him but at least he never made it my problem.
You can't even get away from it across dimensions. Shadowbringers is a horror story about going on a teambuilding camping trip with your work colleagues for some reason except they all suddenly got really hot and they keep touching you affectionately on the shoulder and being like "I care for you and your happiness. Truly." And also you're being stalked for the whole camping trip by two old men who are obsessed with you. The false climax of the story is that the one old man tries to betray you and give a dramatic monologue about how he loves you but the two of you are doomed by the narrative and then the other old man shoots him in the back like "no actually its MY turn to betray them and give a dramatic monologue about how our love is doomed by the narrative." Then the real climax is old man #1 backstabbing old man #2 in the middle of said monologue before old man #2 dies and gives ANOTHER wistful monologue about his doomed love. Then for the patches they're like okay so we have this even CRAZIER old man who's gonna strike when you're weak and give a dramatic monoloâ
and that's without even getting into the literal soulmate ghost only you can see
my warrior of light never felt more betrayed than in that scene where Y'shtola is like "haha Alisaie and G'raha have crushes on the warrior of light." Like I thought we were COOL, Y'shtola! I work here! This situation is already in such a delicate balance! Right when I got here I met Alisaie's "friend from work" who was like oh haha so YOU'RE the one she can't stop talking about and we never followed up on that because the woman died horrifically like five minutes later right in front of us! Then when Vauthry got away and we had to do all that shit with the dwarves, G'raha kept pausing every ten minutes to be like oooooh I'm so old I'm gonna die soon...at least I got to spend some time with some people who are really important to me...in fact here's what I'd tell the person who's most important to me...actually u know them really well haha. And I just had to sit there and be like wow, dude, crazy.
even in the face of apocalypse you still gotta go back in time like 12,000 years and there's somewhere there who makes you sit and listen to his story which is that the purpose of his whole godlike immortal life was to be in a throuple with you and old man #2 from the camping trip. and you just gotta sit there the whole time knowing you/your past life is the one who broke up the throuple over politics. He's like come help me harangue the old man into streaking in public, he'll do it if you ask.
then you meet and fight and kill God and you gotta turn to the team and be like hey sorry guys can you give me a sec. I'm gonna call God by her real name because we met one time for like four days and after that the promise of meeting me again was one of the things that sustained her through her millennia of suffering. Not like that but like. Idk. Just gimme a sec!
It's a relief when you finally get to Lahabrea and he's like actually I still don't fuck with your vibe. Like thank GOD.
And my WoL is very obviously dad-shaped so Dawntrail had a very specific energy for me but I understand that for plenty of people your deepening rapport with Wuk Lamat had a romantic subtext (same for Koana depending on how you read a few of his lines). And personally I think it's the height of comedy to be like, noooo, babe, your highness, I know you and your brother the king are in love with me and want me to stick around and support you emotionally through this governmental transition haha. But it's just...the cursed wineglass, babe. I GOTTA go figure out what's up with this cursed wineglass.
It's a running gag in some of the more optional content that people are like "you have an unreasonable number of hobbies and side gigs" to the WoL from time to time. But if every time you tried picking up a new hobby some new elf started baring their soul to you, you too would be like Hey Jessie (or sometimes Krile or Tataru), my good friend who is one of the only people in my life who knows what professional ethics and work-life boundaries are, any chance you need muscle on a gig on the other side of the world? Ideally with only Cid and his ex so all libidinal energy in the room is directed towards machinery or someone who isn't me?
ironically one of the only places you get a break from psychosexual obsession is the nier content
#ffxiv#endwalker spoilers#dawntrail spoilers#shadowbringers spoilers#heavensward spoilers#stormblood spoilers#meta: durai report#warrior of light ffxiv
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Outlaw!Boothill x Saloongirl!reader headcanons
~warnings: slight mentions of jealousy, stealing, and western stand offs that involve guns, shooting a man. Otherwise, mentions of flirting, nicknames, cheesy pickup lines from our favorite robot cowboy, pre-release Boothill, fem!reader.
~a/n: Just a quick little something due to @the-guardian-kitsune wanting me to share my thoughts on Mr. Robot Cowboy. Boothill's leaks are invading my mind while I wait for the update today. His ultimate...omg its so good! Is it bad that I get tingles when I hear the whip in his animation?
Outlaw!Boothill is the most fearsome outlaw in the town. Everyone runs to close their shops and doors when he comes into town. He's usually harassing the town sheriff with his buddies or robbing people. If someone gets on his nerves and actually has the guts to try and stand up to him, it likely ends in a stand off.
Outlaw!Boothill spends his time flirting with you when he's not busy stealing and holding up stagecoaches and trains. Always goes to your saloon, specifically for you. No one else really captured his eye except for you. Plus most of the other saloon girls are scared of him. For some reason, you're not. Hence, making him take interest in you. While everyone usually steers clear of him, you aren't afraid to talk to him.
How you guys met was he stomped his way into your saloon one day, looking for some whiskey. Seeing the most wanted outlaw, your other customers immediately fled. He plops himself down in a chair, kicking his boots up onto the table, waving his hand for a drink. "Hey little lady, you mind gettin' me some whiskey. Neat." You were already annoyed at this cowboy storming his way in your saloon, scaring your customers off and ruining your business.
Boothill looks up and notices you haven't moved from your spot behind the counter. Instead, you're crossing your arms and giving him an annoyed look. He glares at you. "Did you hear me darlin'? Whiskey. Neat." You don't move an inch, returning his glare and simply say no. He's caught a bit off guard for a second. He's used to people being too scared to stand up to him. "No?" He gets up, slowly walking towards the bar where you're at. "Do you know who I am." He points to the wanted sign on the wall nearby, his face adorns the flier. You glance at it. "Yeah. And? I don't serve rude customers. Either learn some manners or get out." Now he's thrown off his high horse. He's never had someone call him out like you did. You expected him to become more hostile, but instead, he just laughs. "Alright little lady." Since that day, he's been attracted to you. He likes the way you aren't afraid to stand up for yourself and speak your mind, especially towards him. He likes the 'feisty little lady that you are'. His own words that he used when he first asked you out.
Outlaw!Boothill teases you to get you worked up on purpose. If you really want to get him to shut up, call him "Bootie". The first time you called him that, you swear you saw his cheeks go red. Knowing the effect the nickname has on him, you use it when you're not in the mood for his teasing. But the times when you get so annoyed at his teasing that you angrily walk away, he uses his whip to grab you, pulling you right back into his arms and dipping you. Your heart skips a beat as he lowers his head to yours. You hold your breath while at a loss for words as he says, "Now where do you think you're going little lady?"
Outlaw!Boothill gets jealous when other men try to swoon you or check you out in your little saloon outfit. He is a protective boyfriend and is the type to defend your honor. So when he sees someone harassing you, he either challenges them to a stand off or he just straight up takes care of them right there in the saloon. Ugh just imagine: watching as the two men take 10 paces in opposite directions as everyone watches from the sidelines. Nerves invade your senses, worries cloud your mind about the men fighting over you. You don't want anyone to get hurt especially Boothill. Then, at the end of the countdown, both men quickly turn to each other, guns raised and they go off. Boothill is left standing as the other man falls to the floor. He walks over to you as you're left in shock. "Now darlin'. How about a kiss for your cowboy?"
Outlaw!Boothill who spoils you with his attention and gifts (which he probably stole). He gets a bit annoyed and offended when you don't accept his gifts, saying how he shouldn't steal things from others. It just goes over his head and he says "Darlin', I think you're the real criminal here since you stole my heart." This usually shuts you up. Your cheeks turn red as he smirks. Turning away from him, you quietly say, "Just.. go easy on stealing gifts for me, Bootie." He ignores your signature nickname for him and turns you to face him. Pulling you close to his chest, he says, "Whatever you say, darlin'." He gives you his signature shark tooth smile. He would never admit it but he's whipped for you. No pun intended.
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â© Take Care .
â© logan âwolverineâ howlett x mutant!femreader
hate is a strong word, but not stronger than the feelings you have for him.
â© tags: sexual tension, enemies to lovers (?), mentions of blood, you and Logan both get hurt, passionate sex, creampies, logan has nightmares, rough sex, etcâŠ
note: nightmare scene heavily inspired by the first x-men movie with rogue and logan. cr: plutism for divider <3!
âDid you hear? Ms. Y/N slapped Mr. Logan in front of her whole class!â
âI heard that he called her a bitch. I donât know, that seems deserved.â
âThose two are definitely in love with each other. I donât even have to use my powers to know.â Professor Xavier shook his head as he wheeled by a group of students, talking about his two hard headed staff members; who canât seem to get along. At least thatâs what theyâve been trying to claim.
Being a telepath has its perks, but it also has its disadvantages, and right now the professor wished he couldnât read peopleâs minds. As he rolled into the science class, he wasnât surprise3: to see the two of you thereâkeeping distance from one another.
âIâve been hearing a lot about you two.â Charles announced, causing the two of you to look at each other, an eye roll from you while Logan groaned. Using his telepathy, the professor closed the classroom door; rolling closer to you both.
âWhy are we here, Charles.â Logan spoke, getting ready to light his cigarâhowever you swiped it out of his mouth, using your powers. He shot you and look and the two of you began to bicker, but that immediately ended as the Professor got into your heads; silencing you both.
âSorry professor..â You mumbled and the old man nodded his head.
âThis is the third time the two of you had got into a fight, not counting the ones off school grounds. You two are teachers, adults better yet, and you two are setting a bad example for the kids.â Even though he didnât look angry as he spoke, it was evident that the Professor was. It was hard for you both to look him in the eyes, he was disappointed with you two.
âIf the two of you donât clean up your acts and realize the truth behind your feelings for each other, then Iâm going to put you both on leave; until I deem fit.â The Professor turned and wheeled himself out, not bothering to hear an explanation from either of youâsince he made himself clear.
You turned to look at Logan, his hazel eyes on yours before he turned awayâfollowing after the professorâs steps, leaving you alone. You sighed and began to clean up your classroom, Xavierâs words replaying in your head; especially what he meant about your feelings. âDid you actually hate Logan?â
That question played in your mind for the next couple of weeks, wondering what were your true feelings for him. The two of you stayed out of each otherâs way, taking the Professorâs words seriously; you two couldnât afford to get into another fight.
The only time you two saw each other is during x-men meetings or as you passed each other in the hall way. It was for the best and everyone could see the change, especially Charles.
However, things took a turn during one night in the mansionâŠ
It was real late in the night, almost everyone was asleep; except for you. You had just got out of the shower, a silver colored towel wrapped around your nude bodyâexcess water dripping off of you as you rummaged through your closet for something to sleep in. Settling for an oversized t shirt, you slipped it over your head, tossing your towel on your vanityâs chairâbefore climbing into your bed, getting comfortable.
And as you reached over to turn off your lamp, your ears perked up to this low groaning, followed by some yelling. You rose an eyebrow and climbed out of bed, slipping on your slippers before coming out of your room, checking to see where that noise was coming from.
And as you followed the sounds, with it becoming louder as you approached, you found yourself outside of Loganâs room. With a soft knock, you entered and tip toed insideâthe room covered in darkness, yet you could see the man writhing in his sleep. You frowned at the sight, it wasnât uncommon for mutants to have nightmares about their pasts. However, seeing him like this hurt you and you walked over to the bed, lightly tapping him to wake him up from this terrible dream.
He continued to shake and mumble, his hands clenching the sheets below him and when you reached over once moreâtapping him, he shot up from his bed; yellingâclaws unsheathing and piercing your skin. You were stunned, mouth agape like you were going to scream, however nothing came outâyou couldnât.
And as Logan slowly came to, he had realized what he had done, his hazel eyes still wide like saucersâclaws retracting back into his knuckles.
âMr. Logan? Oh myâim going to get Ms. Grey!â A student who happened to hear everything, appeared in the roomâshocked by the horrifying sight. You gasped and kept your eyes on Logan, before responding to the student, âNo need, just go back to bed. Iâm fine.â
Your healing factor had now kicked in and your wounds slowly started to close, the pain fading away as well. You turned your head and gave the student a smile, reassuring them once more. âIâm okay, really! You can go back to bed.â The kid looked over at you once more before nodding, retreating back to their room and leaving you two alone.
Turning back to Logan, his eyes had softened and he had grabbed your waistâstaring at you.
âIâm sorryâŠ.I didnât meanââ
âI know. You were just having a nightmare.â You cut him off and gave him a smile small before he pulled away, getting up from his bed and grabbing a t-shirt from his dresserâtossing it over to you. âSince i ruined yoursâŠâ
You smiled once more and turned in your heels, headed for the door before you felt his hand on your wrist, pulling you back.
âStay with meâŠ.if thatâs alright with you?â His voice was soft, just like his eyes. There was something about this that made your heart swell, so you nodded your head and dipped into his adjoining bathroomâchanging out of your bloody t-shirt, into the clean one that he had given youâwhich smelled like him. Warm and musky, with hints of spice. It was comfortable.
Reappearing from the bathroom, you saw Logan lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling until his eyes fell onto you. You gave him as soft smile, before climbing into bed with him, creating a distance between you two as you stayed on one side of the bed.
It was quiet as you laid there, trying your hardest to sleep, however it was just too cold. You shivered and tucked yourself further under the blanket, yet it still wasnât enough. You looked over at Logan, his hazel eyes closed, and scooted over towards himâhis body heat radiating off of him and warming you up. He felt you next to him and he didnât protest or push you offâinstead he pulled you closer and wrapped his arm around you, relaxing into his spot.
And after a few minutes, you could hear him snoring, sound asleep once again. You sighed and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep in the comfort of his arms.
From that day on, everything changed for you.
You had found yourself in his room almost every night, sleeping in the bed with him, arms around each other; having the best sleep of your lives. He didnât mind it either. You would find him awake every time, almost like he was waiting to fall asleep with you.
And in the afternoon, during your breaks, he would treat you to lunch. Sometimes you guys would eat at the academy, other times he would take you for a ride into the city, buying you something to eat out there.
Almost like your perception of each had changed and you werenât going to question it. You liked it and deep down you knew he did too. But, there was something about this that had your heart thumping and skipping a beat. Is this what the Professor meant? Was the truth behind the hatred really something else?
Those questions scrambled in your mind and as you entered Loganâs bedroom, your heart caught in your throat. The sight that was plagued upon you was shocking, Logan and another woman in his bedâkissing each other. âOh.â You let out, startling the two.
The woman parted from him and excused herself out of his room, brushing past you as you stood near his doorway. You kept your eyes on him, a million emotions running through your body as his demeanor changed, standing up and coming close to you.
âLook, I donât need a fucking babysitter and im damn sure not your boyfriend. Youâre fucking suffocating me!â His words were harsh and eat one felt like a personal slap to the face. You could feel your eyes watering and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop your tears from falling. After all the things the two of you said to one another, this was one of the worst.
âYouâre a dick. Go to fucking hell!â You stormed out of his room, tears falling down your faceâhead tense from thoughts of him; and you soon realized what Charles meant. Without using your powers to connect with the Professor, you knew he was listening to your thoughts anywayâshaking his head as he listened to your heartbroken mind. He was disappointed, especially in Logan.
Days turned into nights and nights turned into days as time went on, the two of you never interacting with each other. You passed by each other like two strangerâs on the street and evens thought the two of you worked togetherâthat didnât mean you needed to interact with one another.
You did your best to avoid him, during team missions you made sure to be paired with someone else and if you were paired with him; you would handle the mission practically on your own. When it was real late at night and you went into the mansionâs kitchen for a snack, and saw him there, you would quickly grab whatever you were looking for and headed to your roomânever acknowledging him.
You even went as far as getting a set of ear plugs so you wouldnât hear him at night. You were done with him. You focused on yourself, your teaching and trainingsâriding him of your mind.
As you sat in your class after the last one, grading papers, Charles entered, catching your attention. You smiled at him, but from the look on his face you knew something was wrong. Using your telepathy powers, you listened to his thoughts, your facial expression changing by the second.
You shook your head and stacked your papers together, âHe can go to hell and back, Professor. I donât wanna hear about him.â The older man wheeled closer to you, and placed his soft hand onto yours, a half smile on his face.
âIâve read his mind, he thinks about you a lot. Heâs been miserable with out you, ever since that night.â
âYeah? Well that his problem, im not the one pushing people away. Im not the one whoâs scared of letting people in! Im not the one whoâs not scared to admit how they feel!â You yelled, heart thumping out of your chest; overwhelmed with emotions.
âAnd how do you feel?â Charles inquired and your eyes widened, but before you were able to respond a cloud of blue smoke appeared in the room; allowing Kurt to pass throughâa frantic look on his face.
âProfessor! Come quick, Loganâs been hurt! He isnât regenerating and heâs not waking up!â The sound of his voice along with the news, made your heart drop to your stomach. You quickly grabbed onto Xavierâs chair and teleported with both him and Kurt, appearing in the academyâs infirmary. Your eyes widened once you laid sight on him, his half naked body hooked up to wires and machinery, while Jean and Hank worked on himâtrying to find anything to get the male up.
Your eyes were filled with tears as you ran over to the table, looking at every wound he had, heart breaking by the second. You cupped his face and sobbed, at that very moment you werenât afraid to admit how you felt. You were in love with him. Deeply in love with, Logan.
âFix him! Please!â You begged Jean and Hank, watching them trying to repair his body; but the wounds were deep and without his regenerative factorânothing would heal.
âWeâre trying, but he doesnât seem to be there either. Like his mind isnât consciousâI canât connect with him telepathically,â Jean spoke, patching his bloody body with gauze, hoping to soak up everything.
By now, tears poured out of your eyes as you looked at his lifeless body, âHow did this happen?â You asked, eyes never leaving Loganâs body.
âHe was on a mission. His car flipped multiple timesâtotaling everything, injuring him gravely.â Charles explain and you blinked out tears, cupping his face, before you turned back over to the Professor. âHave you tried to tap into his mind?â
âI have, but itâs like heâs not letting me inâŠI think you should give it a go.â Charles suggested and you took a look at Logan, leaning down to kiss his templeâtaking in his musky scent before placing your hand onto his forehead and closing your eyes.
âLet me in Loganâ You whispered, before you heard his voice in your mind.
âPrincess, is that you?â His deep voice asked, the nickname making you melt, before you continued.
âItâs me. I need you to wake up for me okay?â
âI fucked up, Y/N. I hurt youâŠ.fuck im such a dickâ The hurt in his voice made your heart pang, while more tears left your closed eyes:
âI know baby, but you have to wake up for me. Okay?â You didnât hear a reply back, however you were quickly shot out of mind, hearing him groan out in pain as he finally returned back to his body. His wounds started to close up, stopping his crimson red blood from pouring out. Loganâs hazel eyes connected with yours and he started to pull out the wires in his body.
âWait Logan! You shouldnâtââ Hank was cut off when he seen the wolf like male reach over and pull you into a kissâa deep and passionate one.
âI think we should give these two some privacy.â Charles suggested, with everyone agreeing and following him out of the infirmary. The two of you stayed just like that, kissing each other, lips melting onto one anotherâsâmaking your heart swell. And as he pulled away from your addictive, plump lips, a spit trail followed; which you happily slurped up.
Logan pulled you close, ignoring the soreness in his body, arms wrapping around your waistâwhile his head lied on your shoulder, âI fucked up, I ended up hurting you twiceâŠall because I couldnât say I Love You.â
You were quick to pull back from him, scanning his face for any misconceptions, however his face remained the same; and you kissed him once moreâhand reaching up to tug on his hair, eliciting a growl from him. His huge hand traveled from your hips to your ass, giving the fat a nice squeeze through your skirt, making you whine.
âCould smell you the moment I kissed you. I shouldâve known how needy youâd be~â You whimpered as his hand trailed under your skirt, ghosting your soaked pantiesâeyeing you like you were his prey. âPleaseâŠLogan~â
âPlease what, princess?â He began to rub you through your panties, your slick seeping through and onto his digits. You moaned softly, looking at him with low lidded eyes, âPlease, fuck me.â A smirk etched on his face, pulling you into a kiss before he pulled your panties to the side and started to toy on your clit.
His fingers worked numbers on your swollen bud, pinching it and rubbing it in circular motions, making you whine in the sloppy kiss he was giving you. He pulled away from your lips, thick fingers now inside of your aching holeâpumping in and out of it; stretching your walls.
You were in pure bliss, you had yearned for this for some time and now you were getting your wish fulfilled. âDonât tease me, Loâ~â
âGotta prep you. Need you to take all of me, princess.â He pulled his fingers from your pussy, a whimper escaping, before he tore your buttonâs off your top and pulled your skirt offâeyes glued to your navy blue matching set; his favorite color.
You watched him, hunger in your eyes while he undid your bra; your plump breasts fallingânipples standing at attention just for him. The more you watched him take his time with your body, undressing you, the more needy and impatient you became; causing you to take matters in your own hands.
Using your powers, you pushed his back onto the infirmaryâs bed, catching him by surprise; eyes locked on your body as you climbed onto of him; hovering right over his crotch. You moved the white blanket, mouth watering at the sight of his heavy cockâcunt becoming more slick with arousal when you grabbed it at the base and eased it into your entrance.
He was just as big as he looked, fatter too, as he stretched your pussy to fit around himâclinging to him like a glove. âFuck, wouldâve been an idiot to give this up,â Logan cursed, big hands clinging to your hipsâpushing you all the way down on his length; filling you to the brim. You didnât bother to try and get used to his size, instead you began to grind and bounce on his dickâtension building in your core; a whine slipping from your lips.
âSlow down, princess. Donât want you hurting yourself.â You shook your head and continued your movements, tip rubbing against your sensitive spot.
âNeed to cum on your cock right now.~â your lewd words, along with the squelching from your cunt, had Logan bucking his hips up to match your movementsâallowing a louder, sexier moan to escape from your mouth. âRight there, bub. Sit there and take it.â He pushed your back down, closing the gap between you two and proceeded to drill your pussy.
You were a moaning mess, face on his hairy chest, drool spilling out the sides of your mouth and the coolness form his dog tags stabilizing your body temperatureâwhile he proceeded to make it rise with each stroke.
You were taking it like a good girl, the bubble im your stomach at its peak, seconds away from burstingâyou craved the pending orgasm. âGâna cum! Please please pleaseâI love you!â Lips crashing onto one another, his cock twitching; craving a release as well.
âCum for meâŠ.â His tone had came off like a beg and you couldnât hold it anymore, your walls clung onto himâspasming like crazy, creaming all over his fat dick. Logan watched as you came undone, the pretty mewls and moans were a perfect melody to his ears, perfect enough to help him cumâbucketsâinto your womb.
He let out grunts, thick ropes of cum pouring inside of youâfilling you up while you rode out your high. Your legs shook while he continued to thrust underneath you, bottoming out into your cunt.
And just like earlier, as Charles sat outside the infirmaryâs doors, he shook his headâwondering why out of all the mutant powers in the world, he was stuck with telepathy. He unfortunately heard everything, including the two of you going for round two.
However, he was happy the two of you finally got togetherâhis two favorite mutants.
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I want a human zoology textbook.
Zoology, as in the study of animals. Like, a study of how humans work, done by an author that is not human.
I specifically want this for a couple reasons:
1. Descriptive, not prescriptive: don't tell me what the author thinks humans should do or how they should be. Tell me what they do. Observationally!
2. No bias towards "nature". I don't particularly care what the author is imagining humans are like in some "garden of eden" unfallen state. I want it to reference how humans ARE.
3. No morality applied to this! What do humans DO, not what you think they should do, or how they should be. And most importantly, no self-censorship in order to avoid offending some of the humans that disagree with ways people live.
And the reason I want this is because of how biology textbooks/wiki pages get written, where even if they try to be progressive they're still written from this weird perspective where they're explaining based on old ideas and the progressive stuff gets a footnote.
Like it'll be "humans have two genders, male and female. This is determined from their chromosomes, XY for male and xx for female."
And then you scroll past two pages for men and another two pages for women, and then it has one subsection that covers non-binary people and intersex people. And it's like: well then integrate that into your main statement!
It's like the author's worldview is still "there's two genders and everyone is born as one" but they've been forced to accept there are some weird exceptions but the core worldview is unchanged. And it's understandable! Wrong, but understandable: the grew up in a world that is quite strong on the "there are only two genders" ideology and doesn't like to remember that intersex people exist.
But like, imagine if you tried to do this as a zoologist. You're like "hey, all bees are female!" and then someone points out the rare male drones and they're like "oh okay I'll update my zoology textbook."
And now it reads:
All bees are female. Most are workers, and one is the queen.
(a couple sections go pass)
Drones: recent science has discovered that some bees are born male. These rare exceptions live short lives where they fertilize a queen and then die.
And it's like, no? Drones are very important to how a hive lives and they can't survive without them?
And we're constantly doing the same thing to humans and it's just bad science. Like, sure, maybe you could have the theory that "humans come in two genders: male and female" but as soon as you see one non-binary person, you have to discard that theory: it has been proven false! It's like not believing in other galaxies after Henrietta Swan Leavitt figured out how Cepheid Variables worked.
Add to that the "nature" thing. Like, you can make a sort of argument about nature vs artificial settings for a lot of species: the whole alpha/beta wolf thing came about because it turns out wolves act differently in captivity compared to the wild, so it makes sense to study how the vast majority of wolves live, not a small group you stuffed into a small area with unusual conditions. It's like saying the lifespan of goldfish is under 5 minutes, based on your study of them in this dry box you put them in.
But humans are different: we are tool-users who build new environments for ourselves. And while you can talk about how humans living in different environments act differently, it doesn't make a lot of sense to call one of them "artificial". All of them are made by us, and humans always do this. This means all environments are natural (because building environments for ourselves is what we naturally do) and all environments are artificial: we always alter our environments to better suit us! That's one of the things we naturally do!
And as for morality, it's about not ignoring things humans do regularly because you think it's weird or you think they shouldn't.
Like that tweet where someone pointed out that lots of species can change gender. Clown fish are a big one, some frogs, a couple birds, some lizards, and humans.
And people often have an immediate knee-jerk reaction of "that doesn't count!" for the last entity in that list. Why? Because we do it (usually) with clothes and makeup and medication, instead of just "naturally"? Bullshit. We're naturally TOOL USERS. Of course we use tools to change gender. We use tools to do EVERYTHING. That's natural for us.
So yeah. I think it'd be refreshing and enlightening to have a zoology textbook written about humans with this detached non-human perspective. An unbiased description of what humans are and do, rather than one irrevocably tinged with ideas of what humans should be and should do.
Basically I want to load up Vulcan Wikipedia and check the "Humans" article.
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I finally got to watch Viften (Empire) and itâs such a fascinating movie. It was written by Anna Neye who also plays Anna Heegaard, a rich free black woman whoâs dating the Danish governor of the island.
Itâs sold as an absurdist comedy and I think thereâs no other way to describe it. There arenât any real jokes but you often end up laughing at the absurdity of it all.
Itâs extremely honest about the horrors Danes put the black population through but thankfully it only shows it in quick flashes of art as seen in the trailer. I once watched a video where they explained why most women arenât into slasher movies and why black people generally donât rewatch movies about racism and slavery. Itâs because the the horrors shown are very real fears and a fact of life so the only people who can really enjoy watching a woman get horribly murdered as entertaining are men and only white people can watch a black person getting whipped to death with cinematic lighting and have a fun night out. By showing the horrors in art they get to be clear about exactly what is going on without coming off as exploitative.
But itâs also very honest about the ways a society based on slavery fucks with everyone. Most of the servants at the manor are slaves except the cook who bought her own freedom years ago. She tells the housekeeper Petrine that some day she too will be able to buy her freedom and get her own slave. Thatâs right, the freed black people aspire to get their own slaves because thatâs the sort of values a society like this instills in people. And Anna tries to be as nice as possible to her own slaves but doesnât take her own success for granted and is more afraid of an uprising than her white lover and ends up doing some really horrible things to her slaves to keep them down.
It also touches on how people viewed being black or white back then. That it wasnât all about skin colour but also status. Thatâs why all the white people treat Anna as one of them. Sheâs a rich, educated lady so of course sheâs âwhiteâ. Even Anna express contempt at being called black because she doesnât work in the field. The poor freed black people also call Petrine white because she dress and acts like a Dane. Not as in âyou are pretending to be whiteâ but as in you are white.
And hats off to the director Frederikke Aspöck. Thereâs a scene where a woman buys her freedom and they put on a symbolic slave auction where she gets up on the podium and bids on herself. All the white neighbors have come to witness it because itâs seen as this joyous day and they all clap, sheâs offered to drink with them and sheâs all smiles. The director managed to make the scene wholesome while highlighting the absurdity of it and all you can do is chuckle because what the fuck? The white people think itâs a good thing that sheâs free but continue to keep and mistreat their own slaves, and she no doubt dreams of getting her own down the road. Itâs very much depicted as institutionalized racism and not just âa few bad eggsâ.
And I didnât know where to put this but thereâs a lot of interesting symbolism going on with Annaâs dresses. She always wears dresses that match the colors of the rooms sheâs in, establishing her as fully part of the system, but as she begins to realize that the Danish state will never see her as fully equal her colors start to clash with her surroundings.
I watched it on Netflix and it has English subtitles so it should be somewhere for English speakers to watch if you feel so inclined.
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"Don't You Know It's Bad Luck To See Your Bride Before The Wedding?"
Warning: I write reader as femaleÂ
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One of the most interesting things about having a girlfriend from another world is learning about the culture and traditions that her world possesses. Normally, he would consider every part of the home of the love of his life nothing less than perfect, since it managed to create such an exceptional individual - the very same individual that he can proudly call his. This was, however, before you mentioned a certain tradition/superstition that you had where the soon-to-be husband and wife spend the night before their wedding apart and forbids said betrothed couple from seeing each other until they meet at the altar.
Hereâs how our dear NRC boys would react when told this news:
Is cool with it. At least on the outside. They understand that itâs a silly little tradition from your home world so they let you spend the night with Adeuce (you bet that those two are your bridesmen/men of honour and the three of you and Grim are going to have the greatest bachelorette party of your life)/Papa CrewelÂ
But of all traditions, why this one? He seems perfectly calm when you say goodbye - you pretend you donât notice how he holds you much longer and tighter than he usually does when he hugs you - and your text messages to each other are as normal as they can be, but no matter how hard he tries he just canât shake off the cold feeling of loneliness your absence brings and how his body feels empty without yours to anchor it.
Once the festivities of his bachelor party are over, it takes five minutes of him trying and failing to keep himself occupied and distracted before his desire to at least hear your voice becomes unbearable and he grabs his phone to call you. He wordlessly slips off somewhere where none of his friends would find him and he gives you a ring. The two of you speak to each other until one of you falls asleep.
He would actually go through with it in its entirely and seeing you walking down the aisle in all your glory and beauty, emerging through the door like a celestial being, after hours of not seeing you had him completely awestruck, like a dying man seeing an oasis after spending hours crawling through the desert. It nearly almost made the wait worth it.Â
Just never make him go through that again. Please.
Trey, Jamil, Silver, Jack, Sebek
Instantly shoots it down.Â
Listen, Y/N, he loves you so much it hurts. Heâll move mountains for you, pluck the stars and moon out of the sky for you. Heâd make the sun rise from the west if thatâs what you desired. If thereâs an option to carve out his heart and present it to you on a silver platter he would. Every breath he takes, every time his heart beats, and every hour of every day, heâs dedicated to making you the happiest person in the world - the ring on your finger is an attest to that.
But he wonât, absolutely will not nor ever, deprive himself of a single minute of your presence. Heâs trying to make up for the years heâs spent without even knowing you and now that he has you in his life, do you think he goes a day without thanking every force in the multiverse that you found him and filled his life with light and colour and laughter. Do you truly believe that he would ever even attempt to get any amount of rest when youâre not in his arms? Itâs absolutely unfathomable and he will stand for it. Now come over here and spend the next hour cuddling him for speaking such nonsense.
It does not matter how long your respective bachelor and bachelorette parties last, you two are spending the night together and thatâs that. Full stop.
And donât worry about the consequences. Whatever supposed âbad luckâ that befalls you as a result of his actions, heâll shoulder it all. In sickness and in health until the end of time, after all.
Riddle, Vil, Jamil, Azul, Leona, Malleus, Idia
Haha, no âĄ
Leona, Lilia, Jade, Floyd
WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM???? đ„șđ
Ever since you brought it up, heâs been nothing but clingy. Itâs hard to tell where you start and he ends from the way heâs hugging you so close itâs like heâs trying to fuse the two of you together.Â
He wants to do it for you since youâre already sacrificing so much by being away from your home but-but that means that he has to spend a whole entire night without you! Donât you know he canât live without your goodnight kisses? And your good morning kisses? And your breakfast kisses and lunch kisses? And youâre just going to desert him like that? Abandon him and then deprive him of hours of kisses and cuddles that legally are his right to have? Starve him of his well-deserved affection and leave him when he needs you the most? Just tell him that you hate him, it would hurt less.
This boy is going to be facetiming you throughout his entire bachelor party - the rules of your world be damned. Heâs going to be marrying you in less than 24 hours and he wants to spend every second of his excitement and pure elation with you.Â
These boys are also the reason as to why you have to have people stationed outside your changing room like guards to make sure that the surprise of your wedding dress isnât ruined because âthey just had to see youâ.
Needless to say, you are going to be spending the night together
But seriously heâs tried to follow you into the bathroom. Just tell him that itâs an old custom that no one abides by anymore before he breaks the door down.
Ace, Deuce, Cater (100% snapchats/live tweets his feelings of betrayal), Ruggie, Epel, Kalim, Azul, Floyd, Rook
You used your impeccable negotiation skills (puppy eyes) to reach a compromise. Youâll spend the night in Orthoâs room and the two of you will spend the entire night before your wedding playing video games using your matching couple headphones. Ortho will run interference until you leave the next day to get ready to make sure that you donât end up seeing each other.
Or at least that was the plan until Idia woke up in the middle of the night to find his room devoid of the only lights in his life. Without even thinking, he leaves his bedroom and goes over to where you and his brother are and he gets into bed with you and cuddles you.
Listen normie, youâve wormed your way into his heart so take some responsibility. If your world is right, then heâll take the L. Heâs used to doom and gloom so whatever bad luck happens canât be worse than the life he had without you and it certainly isnât worth even an hour without you by his side.
Idia
Are you kidding him, Herbivore?
First he has to go to some stupid bachelor party that his brother, Ruggie and Jack are throwing because no one would shut up about it when he could be sleeping with you and now youâre telling him that you want him to spend the night alone when he could be sleeping with you?
No. Absolutely not.
He doesnât care if you think itâll bring him bad luck or whatever. Heâs not spending the night without you. In fact, heâs not even going to go to that blasted party. You and him can just spend the entire time napping in bed.
What? He has to go. Fine. They get one hour. Then, you're his. And if anything tries to get in the way of yours and his happiness, heâll turn it to ash with his very claws.
Leona
Child of Man, he does not understand. You mean to tell him that in your world, a betrothed couple must spend the eve and morning of their nuptials apart lest a curse of bad luck shall befall them? Heâs never heard of such a thing. Humans have such strange customs from where youâre from. You neednât worry, however, as the future king and powerful mage, he is more than capable of handling whatever calamity that comes your way. A measly little curse is no match for a fae such as he. Therefore, there is no reason for you to deprive him of the warmth of your body for he shall always be there to soothe your fears. He has sworn to protect you and made an oath to you that no harm shall ever befall you.
For if anyone dares to prove him otherwise, he shall deal with them.Â
Personally.
Malleus (it takes him a while to realise itâs not an actual curse since your world doesnât even have magic to begin with but he still makes you wear enchanted jewellery on your person just in case - even though every piece of jewellery he had gifted you prior to that is chock full with protection charms and thatâs not even counting the heaps of blessings he gave you) (Itâs like that time you told him about the curse of âThe Scottish Playâ all over again)
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My Darling, My Honey
Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 6)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
Quick Notes:
This is when both reader/you and Alastor are both alive. (... we'll probably end up in hell later on btw so stay tuned...)
Reader is an artist/painter.
Part 6:
When you arrived at the bar alone, Mimzy asked you where Alastor was, with a look of fake shock on her face which made you squint and scrutinize her lousy attempt at lying. Ironically, Mimzy was always a bad liar despite being the owner of a bar/speakeasy, but you wouldn't ask any questions, if it was a surprise then you'd rather not have anything spoiled for you.
Since Alastor wasn't there with you, you take the opportunity to chat and catch up more with Mimzy and some of the other patrons that you hadn't seen swing by in a while.
Unfortunately, a couple of the patrons in attendance tonight were ones you weren't fond of. Two guys that you could tell always eyed you up whenever they had the chance, there was a reason Alastor was usually so insistent on keeping you right by his side at all times whenever he could- except for tonight.
These two guys were the type that would likely try to follow you home or spike your drink if they didn't know that you were in a relationship with Alastor, who wasn't afraid to pull up his sleeves and get his hands dirty if anyone dared threaten your peace and happiness.
For most of the night, Mimzy was able to keep those two in line. So luckily there were no major incidents and Alastor wouldn't have to worry.
Then it was time to leave.
Unbeknownst to you, the two men followed you out of the bar when you decided to head home for the night.
You had a strange feeling as you walked down the dimly lit streets, heading towards your home with Alastor on the outskirts of town. You even checked your surroundings, to hopefully satisfy your paranoia, but saw no one.
Approaching your home, you start to feel a sense of relief when the forest you've come to know as home comes into view.
However, before you could make it to the path that winded through the forest and led to your house, you felt hands grab you from behind.
You try to call out for Alastor but before you can let even a sound escape, another pair of hands cover your mouth with a rag, and then you fall limp into the men's arms.
When your eyes open, you feel so groggy and dizzy. You lazily and slowly swing your head around to assess your surroundings to the best of your abilities.
You're still in the forest near your home, but you're tied to a tree and there's some cloth tied around your mouth to keep you quiet.
But what you notice next is that your clothes are in complete disarray. Some parts are torn, crumpled, and dirtied, and some articles are completely removed from your body.
It was at this time that your entire body started to ache from god knows what they did to you. Tears start to well up in your eyes when suddenly you feel the cold metal of a pistol barrel pushed up against the center of your forehead, making you gasp.
The owner of the pistol was none other than one of the creepy guys from the bar, "Oh the little bitch is awake now huh? Darn, guess our fun time is over!" The other one chimed in, "Didn't have your little bodyguard to protect you this time, princess. You done fucked up, girlie."
"We know what you did and who you are, don't think you can ever escape your past. Little miss widow."
Tears start cascading down your face as the sobs rack your body and you try to shake your head.
The pistol only presses harder in the center of your forehead, the sinister man's facial expressions warping even further, "Oh yeah, cry all you want. But it'll get you nowhere. The only place you're going? Is hell."
Those were the last words you heard before a gunshot rang in the air, and then everything went black instantly.
You died right then and there.
But this isn't the end of your story.
-> Part 7
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But Iâm Better
Kintober prompt: Toys
Relationship: dbf!Joel Miller x fem!Reader
Content: explicit sexual scenes, praise kink, guided masturbation, dom/sub (kinda) dynamic, size kink (kinda sorta). No outbreak AU, age gap (Joel is around his mid-40âs, reader is early/mid-20âs).
Summary: When something breaks, you always know who to call. Your dresser is broken, and youâre left hopeless. But what happens when Joel finds something peculiar in your drawer?
A/N: Yâall. I am so pissed right now because i wrote so much on my drive home, and it deleted because of a bad connection. i canât recall everything i wrote, so i did the best with what i could remember. i hope itâs up to your liking!
âShit,â you grumble as you stare blankly at the clothes strewn across the floor. The knob of your dresser drawer sat stupidly in your hand, the mangled wood and metal mocking you. It looked completely ruined.
You thought about messaging your dad about the repairs, but chose against it. He was never exactly notorious for making these things simple - it would be a question of âSo how did this happen?â or âHow did you manage to break it?â, and it really wasnât worth the effort for you.
The knob sat in your hand, the screw that held it in the drawer was bent to the side, and incredibly dull. No surprise there, you thought.
To be fair, it was an old ass dresser, given to you by your grandmother when you were younger. It was weird to think that youâd had this dresser for over twelve years.
You bent over the pile of clothes and hoisted the hefty drawer in line with the empty space, grunting in frustration as you tried to shimmy it in. It was settled haphazardly and tilted backwards. Completely screwed up. You took your phone from your pocket and snapped a photo of your mangled dresser, sending it to Joel.
Dresser finally gave out, I guess. Knob fell clean off when I tried to open it
Almost immediately, Joel haha reacted to the image and began to type. He was unlike any other man youâd talked to before. Joel was timely and consistent, and he was always reliable. Even if he didnât have the time to help, he would instruct you on how to solve an issue, but typically he helped you in person.
As much as you tried to deny it, your feeling for Joel had warped over the past few years. It began as a silly childhood crush - those early days where you and your friends joked about what older men were sexiest. Your friends had given you teasing looks when you mentioned Joel, and even more shocking was how long youâd liked him. It was a simple, harmless, childhood crush.
Until it wasnât.
You were freshly eighteen and readying yourself for college when the realization hit you. After all those years having crushes on older guys, it would be considered okay. Weird and taboo, sure, but still allowed now that you were legally an adult.
Joel had come to your graduation dinner at the end of senior year. You remembered that night in vivid detail. More particularly, Joelâs presence set your skin ablaze with a new type of anxiety. At long last, you could freely crush on Joel, except that there was now a chance he could like you, too.
That night heâd passed you a small velvet box, tied neatly with gold ribbon. You opened the box to reveal a gold, oval-shaped locket with a simple clasp. Inscribed on the face of the locket were whorled spirals, breaking off as flowers scattered over the gilded surface. Gazing up at Joel, you couldnât contain your joy as you gave him a quick hug. He briefly wrapped an arm around you, holding you close by the small of your back.
He broke away, smiling proudly at you below him.
âYou did a great job, baby girl. You keep that up in college, and youâll get by just fine.â
You were thankful dessert had arrived in time for you to turn your attention away, hiding your rouged cheeks. Joel probably didnât remember that night, but you remembered every little thing.
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Youâd done your four years of college and after the endless nights with little to no sleep and hard work, you were finally graduated, and taking a gap year before considering anything further. You worked hard, and didnât want to burn yourself out with more school immediately.
But now you were back home, and your sights were set on something else. It was a golden opportunity to spend time with Joel - time that youâd lost by being away for so long. Holiday visits and summer break was hardly generous enough to give you any alone time with Joel. You left for college as a timid girl, developed yourself as a whole, and came back a woman. A woman who knew herself and her wants.
And you wanted him, ached for him in a way you could neither define nor justify. He was almost twice your age, a wholly developed man with his own complex past and unsteady dating life.
Mr. Miller.
He had lived in the next neighborhood over for as long as you could remember. He and your dad met about ten years back at a âwork thingâ, as they described it.
Joel was kind and endlessly generous when it came to helping others. He was the first call when something broke, and the best person to have over when times were tough, despite his sometimes-rugged personality.
Youâd gotten back in town over a week ago, and since then youâd seen Joel a few times, mostly to âinspectâ the furniture in your room - if anything had worn down over time and needed to be replaced, the whole nine. The both of you knew it was some bullshit excuse to see him at work, with those corded muscles flexing under his tanned skin, sending shivers down your spine.
That day, the two of you had enough bravery in you to flirt. It started out lightly, you gave more emphasis on Mr. Miller, until Joel requested you call him by his first name.
âMakinâ me feel like an old man, darlinâ,â he teased. You remember how he sounded saying it, with a voice as thick and sweet as molasses.
Before heâd left heâd held you by the waist, staring a little too closely at your face, watching your eyes grow wide when he leaned toward you. He fixed your hair with a gentle hand, said your name, and trailed off, his eyes never leaving your lips.
He refused to kiss you that time. Though the time after that youâd decided to break the boundary, drinking him in like someone dying of thirst. You memorized his scent, the softness of his skin and rough, eager hands across your chest, between your thighs, your throat. You both had been greedy that night. It was a high that coursed through your senses. You needed him, more than you led on.
Iâll get my toolbox, looks like it could be some old hardware. Be over in 10.
You picked up around your room in the meantime, your heart fluttering in your ribcage with each passing second. The room had become stiflingly hot. Suffocating.
A knock at your bedroom door startled you out of your anxious stupor. You reached for the door and now faced a smug Joel Miller in the doorway.
âI couldâve met you at the front door, you know,â you chastised him playfully. Joel shifted his weight of his feet, pulling something from his pocket.
âHelps that I have a house key. Means I can help you even faster.â
You rolled your eyes at him and turned on your heels without a word, striding toward your broken dresser. Joel followed casually, craning his head to look around your room, at the decorations that covered the walls and ceiling. This was no longer the bedroom of a the kid heâd met all those years ago. No, you were fully your own woman now.
âYup, the screwâs shot to shit,â he muttered, holding out the drawerâs knob to you. âSee the end of it? Shouldnât be that dull - gotta have it replaced every now and then.â
âDo you have the right screw for it?â
He nodded, popping open his toolbox and assessing the different screws in each compartment. His hands flexed with each movement, the veins branching across them shifted with every twitch and roll of his thick fingers. Your legs clenched while the most intrusive thoughts filled your head. Specifically those hands, and what you could imagine them doing to you.
Procuring the right screw, Joel handed it to you. You looked at him in innocent confusion.
God, those eyes. If he had the chance, Joel would look into them all day, to let himself get swallowed whole by their beauty. And when you looked at him all pretty like that, as if you had no idea what you were doing to him, it drove him wild. You knew exactly what you were doing when youâd flirt with Joel, but couldnât gauge his reciprocation, or if he was even okay with the weird ârelationshipâ you had.
It had been confusing for long enough. Someone needed to make a move, and Joel wasnât sure if you had it in you to do it. Neither were you.
âI wanna see you try it for yourself,â he explained.
âIf itâs so easy, why canât you do it?â you quipped with a smile, but still taking the knob in your hands. Joel gave no reply and waited patiently for you to back down and do it yourself.
It was far easier than you thought. You handed it back to Joel with a proud smile. His eyes thoughtfully scanned your face before finding home in your eyes.
âSmart girl. I knew you could do it.â
Heat rushed across your cheeks like a harsh sunburn, completely taken over by the brightness in his honeyed tone and brown eyes. Joel laughed at your reaction before he worked on the drawer knob, fiddling it into place. His hands rummaged through your drawer as he worked, and paid no mind to the clothes, though you just realized. This was your underwear drawer - full of lacy underwear, bras of all varieties, and one final item you prayed you hid well enough.
Joelâs hands pushed through your panties as you held your breath. After the drawer had fallen out youâd lazily threwn everything back in the drawer and paid no mind to its organization. Since it wasnât on the bed or the floor, by accident, you were certain that Joel would cross paths with a toy of yours.
He struck something solid amidst the clothes. The material was solid and heavy, with a bit of give from the silicone. At that moment, he couldâve left it ignored, but there was no fun in that, he thought. Joel gripped the dildo at the base, pulling out of the tangle of clothes and handed it to you, flashing you with a smirk.
âYou should find a better place for this,â he drawled. âNever know who could find it.â
You quickly grabbed it from him and scanned your room for another hiding spot, but nothing came to mind. Instead you plopped it back in the drawer, on the opposite side.
âMost people donât get to go through my underwear, so you canât give me shit for that,â you grumbled. Joel stood, groaning at the strain on his joints. You giggle at the noise, and gave him your usual teasing, âOld man.â
Ignoring your jab, Joel leaned against the chest of drawers, arms crossed over his chest in a stare down.
His voice was dark. It had become devious, knowing, and more stern than youâd imagined.
âYou use it on yourself?â
You choked on your spit harshly, not expecting his question to be so direct. Joel placed a wide hand between your shoulder blades and gave you a pat, coaxing you back to normal.
âJoel,â you pant, catching your breath, âyou canât just- just ask me that.â
âAnd you wouldnât be curious if the roles were reversed, Iâm sure,â he said coolly.
The redness had returned to your cheeks while you debated on your answer, but your hesitation told Joel everything he needed to know. In the smallest way, youâd let it slip that you imagine him in your free time, not that it wasnât the same case for him. If anything, itâd been worse. Every text youâd sent him set him ablaze; at night he thought about you in detail and palmed himself through his pants, or pumped his cock in a fervent hand as he thought of you, squeezing himself inside your tight pussy. Countless nights heâd stained himself with his own seed, wishing it was inside of you instead, where it belongs. That toy should be him, it always shouldâve been.
âDo you?â
You huffed and turned away from him, striding toward the bed to adjust your pillows - any sort of casual distraction from the question.
âWhy do you want to know?â you countered.
Joelâs hands brushed against your hips from behind, his feather-soft fingertips brushing across the skin above your jeans. You drew in a breath as Joel whispered next to your ear.
âBecause Iâm a selfish old bastard, and Iâm wondering what it looks like.â
âWhat what looks like?â you ask softly. You knew precisely what he meant but you wanted to hear something from him anyway.
He burrowed his head at the crook of your neck, gently kissing your skin up to the soft spot below your ear. His breath flew over your skin hot and heavy, sending a new wave of heat to your core.
âI want to see your face when youâre all filled up. I gotta see what your little pussy looks like when itâs all stretched out.â
You pushed your hips back flush with his to find a growing bulge trapped in his jeans. Joel rolled his hips into your ass, groaning at the constraint of the rough denim.
âJoel,â you breathed.
He mumbled against your neck, âWhat is it baby girl?â
Shoving your ass against his crotch, you whined, âI need you. Please⊠need you so badly.â
His hum rumbled against your skin, sending goosebumps rolling across your arms. A hand wound up to your hair and tugged a good handful back toward him. You gazed up at him with those beautiful glossed over eyes he dreamed about. He pictured this look on your face for a few years now, and he finally had the joy of seeing it, of causing it himself.
âNot givinâ it to you yet, baby,â he tugged once more on your hair when you whined in protest, âGonna try something different first.â
In one movement you were facing him, finding two dark eyes staring you down, pupils both blown in lust. Joel gripped the back of your head carefully now, cradling you like something precious, something coveted. This was exactly how he saw you. You were someone to protect and take care of, and now itâs shifted to something far more intimate. Joel vowed to himself that he would make you feel every ounce of pleasure youâd been missing out on. All those nights where his hand replaced your pussy built up a frustration only you could truly fix.
Joel crashed his mouth to yours, as heâd done twice before this, and the kiss sent the same heat through your body. You clenched your thighs in a pitiful attempt to gain pressure against your swollen clit, nestled sweetly between your soft folds, soaking your underwear with your slick.
He pressed you backward until your knees hit the edge of the bed. The kiss was no short of pure ecstasy. The way his stubble scratched against your cheeks, the way his breathing grew heavy when you bit at his lower lip, the way his tongue edged into your mouth to explore every inch.
You gasped when Joel pulled away, watching him step to your dresser and draw out the dildo youâd hidden back inside. He turned to you with the toy in hand, wobbling slightly in his grip.
ââS a pretty big one, sweetheart, you actually use all of it?â his voice was far too casual for a man holding your dildo.
You offer him half a nod, âKind of. Iâve been trying to get⊠all the way in.â Joel assessed your words before he joined you on the bed, holding the toy against your stomach, at the base of your pelvis. He let out a low whistle when he saw where the toyâs length ended at your tummy, past your bellybutton.
âAll of that inside you⊠felt pretty daring getting one so big, huh?â
That wasnât the case and it was the most embarrassing part. The truth is, you chose the size based on your image of Joel. You didnât even know how endowed he was, but you let your fantasy of him take over. That, and the time your hand brushed against his erection during your last kiss.
âI wanted to see if it would feel like you,â you admitted.
Joelâs eyes crinkled with his laugh, âDarlinâ, a toy donât compare to the real thing. Not really.â
You jabbed his arm at his teasing, âListen, Iâm doing the best with what I got, okay?â
âYeah, but itâs not the best you could get, now is it?â he purred, pushing forward to plant a kiss on your neck. You shook your head, knowing he was exactly right. The toy would never really feel like the real thing.
You glanced up at him with a nervous expression, furrowing your brows, âWhat did you want to do?â
Joel looked at you coolly and leaned back onto his elbows. He eyed you, then the toy in his hand, then back to you.
âYou gonna make it fit - take it all the way - and Iâm gonna help.â
Crimson shaded your cheeks at the thought, staring nervously at the toy. Surely you were wet enough to take it, but the action of pushing further, to get it in completely, had been a challenge. In hopes to boost your bravery, you hunched over him, kissing him harshly as your hands flew to your pants. You fumbled with the waistband and slid them off of you, until you were stark naked, laid and bare before Mr. Miller.
He simply drank you in as you sat nervously in the lamplight. Joel eyed you darkly, his eyes raking from your quivering thighs, your slightly hidden sex - masked by your censoring hands, to your perk nipples atop each soft breast, and to your face, eyes half-lidded in pleasure adjoined with your soft panting.
âJesus.â
You ducked your head sheepishly, shaking slightly to decline the compliment. Joel looked you over fondly as his hand found your cheek, brushing a thumb over your cheekbone. You glanced down at him, still giving you that goofy smirk and a excited glint in his eye.
Joel kept eye contact as his hand traveled down your body - through the valley between your breasts, down your tummy, to just above your slit, daringly close to dipping between your wet folds. You pushed yourself into your knees and knelt at his side, your aching cunt exposed to him in the dimly lit room.
He trailed his hand up each thigh, halting just before he reached your pussy. Each touch was carefully light in a way that made your whole body shudder against him. A single finger slithered up your thigh once again, finally finding its way through your slit, nestling comfortably against your clit and drawing lazy circles.
You cried out against a hand held at your mouth. Joelâs hand smelled of metal and bourbon, mixed with pine and lemongrass. He smelled smoky and fresh and completely warm against your face. You bestowed your face into his palm as he gained a rhythm on your clit, drawing out the smallest cries against his skin.
âNice and wet for me already, darlinâ, thatâs good⊠thatâs such a good girl. Drippinâ and ready.â
Another dumb nod has him chuckling while his finger skirted lightly across your clit, teasing the bundle of nerves until your stomach grew tighter.
âGonna cum, baby? You gonna cum for me already?â His comment draws another moan from you, falling like a melody past your bitten lips, a chorus straight from heaven, just for Joel.
âItâs okay, baby doll, go âhead. Cum for daddy,â he said sweetly, the Southern drawl thick through his words.
You unravel around him, jolting your hips as your orgasm takes over your senses. A soft cry sounds through your gritted teeth; you gently grind your hips onto the pad of his finger to ride through the shockwaves. Joel leans up to kiss your shoulder, his lips warm and supple.
âJust as beautiful as I imagined,â whispered Joel. His tongue skirts along your skin to your neck, fully sitting beside you to bore his eyes into yours.
You glanced back at him with lust-blow pupils, steadying your breath as his hand slowed its tempo. Joel gave you a lazy smile, the lamplight catching the salt-and-pepper hairs of his scruff in a soft display of his rugged features.
âCan,â you started, âyou be⊠inside me?â
Joelâs hands found your hips and gripped snugly. The look in his eyes was nothing short of affectionate. Even still, he shook his head.
âNot tonight darlinâ,â he replies, âI want you to show me how you look using this-â he points to the dildo on his opposite side, waiting. âSince you think a toy could be so much better than me-â
âThatâs not it at all,â you protest, âI needed something, Joel.â
He holds up a hand to stop you mid-sentence, âYou couldâve asked me, but ya didnât, did ya?â
You gave him a scowl, âI didnât think this would happen, Joel.â
Ever since you hit eighteen, he wanted you to practice calling him by his first name purely out of comfortability, and since youâd grown up, it seemed more fitting.
He doesnât reply, but his smirk grows when he brings the dildo over to you, sitting between your thighs. It was embarrassing enough with how little of the toy you could handle this far, and to do it in front of Joel seemed doubly humiliating.
Joel gives your ass a small smack to lift you up. You rise, letting him set the toy between your thighs and beneath your throbbing entrance. He cleared his throat, daring your attention back to him.
âGo at your own pace, but get it all in, sweet girl.â
All thought had left you - your only reply being in an eager nod. You started off slowly, notching the toy in at your tight hole, and slowly bounced yourself along its length. Your legs shook with each movement as you filled yourself more and more, every gyration sent shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of your being.
It took a few moments to ease yourself fully, now bouncing on the dildoâs length until it became glossy with your slick. Joel eyed you affectionately. Your face twisted in ways he couldnât imagine, and your cunt wrapped around the toy in ways he could only dream of.
Joel patted your thigh as you bottomed out at the hilt of the toy. He pawed at your hips, kneading at the tender flesh of your ass, and pulled you into a grinding motion, setting the dildo ever deeper into your cunt. It struck a new spot deep inside of you, pushing against your cervix. A low moan fell from you as you moved your hips absentmindedly, solely following Joelâs command.
The tightness in your stomach only grew as his praises flowed through your head.
âSuch an obedient lilâ thing.â
âThatâs a dirty girl, gettinâ all needy like that. Wishinâ it was me in your sweet pussy, donât you?â
âYou have no idea how badly I want to fill you right now, baby doll.â
You mewled softly as another orgasm crashed through you, your hips sputtering as you ground onto the toy. Joelâs hands caressed you through your high, though he didnât stop tugging your hips. He beamed lazily when you cried his name once again, shuddering around the toy nestled inside of you.
âAttagirl,â whispered Joel, âso fuckinâ beautiful..â
You shook your head at him like before, but he showed no signs of backing down from his stance. Joel peppered your thighs with kisses and he lifted you off the toy, listening to your whines as you were left feeling empty. His cock twitched in his jeans, eager to play.
But not yet. He needed to see this first.
âHow was that, sweet girl?â
A beat of silence said every unspoken thing youâd come up with. It was good, but not mind-boggling. Not the âfucked til youâre dumbâ pleasure youâd expected from tonight.
Joel patted your ass, âThatâs the thing. Toys⊠they feel nice. But-â He plants a kiss to your cheek, then your lips, grazing over the swollen skin.
âIâm better.â
The next few minutes consisted of cleaning after yourself and settling back into your clothes. Joel fixed your hair neatly before looking you over.
âCant stay long tonight, darlinâ, gotta get back home.â
You sighed dramatically at him, to which he scoffed away the gesture. On his way out, he gave you a far more longing look - a loving, thoughtful gaze that told you one thing.
You were his. Completely and wholly. It was clear he saw you differently now, as you did him.
Joel fucking Miller.
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The Window (4 of 7)
Ch 01 // Ch 02 // Ch 03 // Ch 04 // Ch 05 --- AO3 Link
Seeing him again had been a shock. Theyâd arrived late â not that you were checking on their flight or anything â and they were all a bit worse for wear. Usually, after any mission, good or bad, the flight home was cathartic. Everyone could breathe easy. They were going home to good food and infinite WiFi. It was cause for celebration, no matter how beaten and bruised they felt. But, this time was different.
Price was walking through the hangar while you were cataloging ammunition shipments, lowly desk work while your leg healed up, and he looked so small. Well, he still towered over all of the other soldiers in the bay - except for Ghost - but he just looked so pale and listless. His eyes were dull, staring at the ground, watching his feet take their steps, aimlessly driven to his next destination.Â
Ghost followed him, equally distracted. His mask was off, and you could see his eye-black smeared all the way down to his mouth, like heâd been rubbing his face, fretting. Gaz had looked furious. He was tossing their gear like it had personally offended him, and he railed into one of the trainees for getting in his way. His warm brown eyes had turned cold and harsh, unfeeling.Â
Soap was the worst. He jumped from the chopper and immediately started to scan the room, looking for you. He pulled one of the mechanics aside and you heard him asking for you by name, and as the man pointed in your direction, you hid behind the crates. Undeterred, he headed your way, so you crawled into the dark space between where he wouldnât find you. He searched and searched, pushing aside heavy boxes and truck wheels, hunting for you. He became frantic, pacing back and forth, until Price called his name. His eyes lingered on the darkness where you were hidden, looking but not seeing. Then, glassy-eyed, he retreated, his gaze turning from desperation to unbridled frustration.Â
It was when youâd been trying to sneak back to the barracks that Price had found you, chasing you through the base. You werenât running, per se, but you were moving quick enough, and you had quite the head start. He, however, was sprinting, pushing people out of his way, calling after you. When he saw the look on your face, he knew he was in trouble.Â
âGet back here, Sparrow! Thatâs an order,â he shouted down the hall.Â
You turned around to face him, throwing up your hands in an exaggerated shrug,
âYouâre not my CO, sir.â
âSpar â Get out of the bloody way!â He shoved a trainee into the wall, pushing past him in an attempt to follow you to your room.Â
Price was panting, his chest heaving as he grabbed for you, his hands sinking into your soft flesh. You wrenched your body away from him and blocked him from coming into your room. He furrowed his brow and said,
âItâs Sunday. Itâs my day.â
âIâm already pregnant. Your services are no longer needed,â you spat, âMuch like mine, apparently.â
You tried to shut the door on him, but he blocked it with his huge shoulders, looking at you with a ravenous hunger in his eyes,
âI just got back from the fuckinâ sandbox. We can fight later, but I need you, little bird. Please.â
âAnd I need you to go fuck yourself⊠sir.â You slammed the door so hard that you thought you broke the hinges.Â
You listened to the handle jiggle in the lock from Priceâs audacity. Then, silence.Â
Why was it the silence that hurt the worst?
Soap was at your door that night, banging on it, shaking the frame,
âBonnie! I ken youâre in there. Lemme in. I jusâ wanna talk to you. Bonnie?â
Silence again, and then there was a slow, wiping sound against the door, like a big palm being slid down it.Â
âSparrow? Please.â His voice was so strange. It seemed small. Usually, Soap was the loudest, the most boisterous. And now, he sounded ill.Â
You listened at the door, hurt and angry, but missing your men. Hearing Johnny beg was almost enough to make you unlock it. Almost.
Over the next week, they all tried to get back in your good graces. Gaz brought you flowers no matter where you were. He covered your desk with them, and you kept throwing them out or giving them away. He left them outside your door, sitting in the hall, complete with little handwritten cards:Â
Iâm so sorry, baby. Please text me? - G.
Come to the main hall? We just need to talk. - G.
You ripped his notes up and tossed them in the trashcan irreverently.Â
Johnny had been a little less subtle. At the end of a long day, heâd be waiting outside your door, sometimes alone, sometimes with the others, trying to get you to listen to him,Â
âCâmon, bonnie. Dinnae shut us out. Please, lass.â
You had become an expert at the cold shoulder.Â
Ghost, fitting with his quiet demeanor, wouldnât beg. In fact, he wouldnât say a word. But, he followed you everywhere, haunting your office, stalking you at the gym, sitting at your table during briefings. One time, he cornered you in the elevator, riding with you past his own floor, his eyes burning into your skin.Â
And then there was Price. Other than his presentations during mission briefings, you hadnât heard his voice since that very first day. But, he was always around. His smoke gave him away. Your room reeked of his tobacco, and when you were working, youâd smell it in the air. But, when youâd look up to spot him, he was nowhere to be found.Â
That didnât mean he failed to reach out to you. He was always on your phone. He called you every morning when he woke up, and he called again every night when you went to bed. You never picked up, but as you lay in bed watching his smiling face pop up on your home screen again, this time, you did.
You didnât say hello. You just waited to hear what he had to say. You needed to hear him again. Anything. Just a hello.Â
âSparrow, it was me. It wasnât them. You have to forgive them. I was the one who ââ
You hung up the phone and cried into your pillow hard enough to make yourself sick.Â
After that night, things got so much worse. Your emotions were raw, and everything made you terribly sad. Your body was in desperate need of someone to care for it, and your hormones were going absolutely haywire. You were either nauseated or horny, and there was no warning which would hit at any given moment.Â
You found yourself sneaking out of work early, hiding in the shower, furiously coming on your hand over and over, thinking - wishing - that it was Soap's or Gaz's mouth instead. When you lay in bed at night, you desperately ground your hips into your dildo, riding it like you wanted to ride John and his men, wanton and soaking your sheets.
Eventually, you had reached your limit, and you met Soap, Gaz, and Ghost in the mess hall. They were all sufficiently apologetic, and they were curious as to what had changed your mind.
âDinnae get me wrong, lass. Itâs been hard without you, and Iâm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but⊠why are you forgivinâ us?â
âPrice told me what he did. He said it wasnât your decision to take me off the team.â
âThatâs not true,â Ghost refuted, earning himself a swift nudge from Soap and a glare from Gaz.Â
âShut up, mate. Do yâknow how long itâs been since ââ Gaz hissed, but Ghost interrupted him.
âThe captain was the one who fought to keep you on the task force. He was out-voted.â
âOut-voted? Thereâs only four of you. Shouldâve been at drawâŠâ you observed.
âExactly. We all voted against him. Youâve no bloody business on the field right now, and you know it. You can barely sit here with us for ten goddamn minutes before youâre sprintinâ off to wretch in whatever canâs the closest.â
You averted your eyes from him, trying to process what he was saying, and feeling the sting of shame when you had to admit that he was right. This first trimester had been an absolute nightmare. You were a sweaty, puking mess here in the offices, and you shuddered to think of feeling this way out in the Urzikstani sands, getting shot at, eating nothing but MREs and instant decaf coffee.Â
âWe just wanted the best for you, birdie,â Gaz reached out for your hand and held it in his, âWe know how badly you want this baby, and weâŠâ He looked at the others for a moment and said, âAnd weâve fallen in love with you, Sparrow. We canât lose you. Let us take care of you.â
You were so tired, and you needed to release the tension youâd been holding inside of your chest, so you relented.Â
They followed you back to your room and sat you on the bed, kissing you so deeply that you could feel their hunger. Theyâd been waiting for you.Â
All of them were dripping with precome, and you watched as it stained the thick canvas fabric of their pants, making you wonder if theyâd even touched themselves in the time they were apart from you.Â
They began to strip themselves and you, kissing every bit of your skin, leaving purple marks from their aggressive desire. Gaz held your hand to his crotch and rubbed it across the front, making you feel his hardening rod, encouraging you to stroke him. Johnny was busying himself with your pants, aching to put his mouth on your molten core, and just the thought of his tongue was enough to make you shiver.Â
Ghost bent to suck at your nipples, peeling your shirt and bra off in one go, and you held his head, cradling him with as much affection as you could muster, but as you looked up at you, he knew there was something wrong.Â
âHey, stop.â
The others, as if burned, immediately stopped their worship of your body and looked up at you.Â
Ghost continued to pry,
âWhat is it, love?â
âI justâŠâ You could feel yourself start to cry.Â
âYou miss him, donât you?â
The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You may have forgiven Simon, Johnny, and Kyle, but you missed John. You needed him there. Without him, even their kisses felt hollow.Â
âWeâll bring him back to you, dinnae fash, hen,â Soap reassured you, throwing on his shirt.Â
âCâmon, heâs in the gym. I saw him with his bag,â Ghost followed Soap out of your door, hard as a stone and trying to adjust himself to something a little less indecent.Â
Gaz kissed your lips, his full mouth warm and tasting of cinnamon sugar,
âBe right back, pretty girl.â
You waited five minutes, then ten. You decided to lay down, just for a moment, and before you knew it, you were out.Â
You werenât sure how long you slept, but you woke up in someoneâs arms, opening your eyes and watching as he lay you in the big, combined bed the five of you shared. You turned to see his face when you felt him crawl into the sheets beside you, blinking the sleep away and trying to catch your bearings.Â
âJohn?â You croaked, struggling to find your voice.Â
âShh,â he whispered, âGo back to sleep, little bird.â
âThey told meâŠâ
âI know. They bloody well shouldnât have. You need them. Youâre both going to need them.â
âI canât be mad anymore, John. Iâm so tired. I just want you all back. Please,â you clutched at his chest, drawing him closer to you in the small bed, âDonât leave me again.â
âIâm not goinâ anywhere, Sparrow. Here. Feel?â
Johnâs huge cock was half-hard, and he fit it inside you, slipping it into your wet pussy, squeezing himself through you, just as he loved to do, letting you warm him up. The shock of it went right to your head, and you gasped, hiding your face in the fur of his chest, letting his arms wrap around you protectively.Â
âIâll stay right here, birdie. As long as you want me to.â
âAye,â Soapâs voice spoke up in the darkness, deep and low, âWe all will. Thaâs a promise, lass.â
One by one, each of your men came back into the bed, laying their heavy arms over you and each other, bodies and limbs tangled and gripping at whatever flesh they could find.Â
You felt Ghostâs hand slide over your hip, resting his hand on your belly protectively. Gaz leaned over Price to kiss you before settling his arm over the captainâs ribs, his arm cradling your arm as you cuddled with John. Soapâs feet were wrapped around yours, keeping them warm.Â
As he hardened inside of you, John kissed your forehead softly.Â
âI love you.â
âI love you, too, John.â
A part of you was still upset at how heavy-handed they had been with your independence, but you felt your smooth muscles fluttering against Johnâs cock, and it was getting harder and harder to hold onto the anger that you so desperately wanted to let go of.Â
As they all settled in to sleep, you decided to try and rekindle the bond that had been broken. You rocked your hips forward, sliding your slick body up and down Priceâs fat length. His eyes shot open, burning into you with a dark passion.
âLittle bird?â
Your lips found his neck, trailing wet kisses up to his earlobe, taking it in your mouth and suckling at his skin.Â
âNot tired, love?â Simon asked, planting his own kisses on your shoulder blades, coaxing your hips to rock back and forth, chasing your high.Â
âYou need us, innit thaâ right, lass?â Johnnyâs fingers reached over your hip, following Simonâs and then trailed down, finding your swollen clit and rubbing slow, tight circles around it, making you soften around Price like an opening bud, petting your petals until you practically unfurled for him.Â
âUngh, Garrick. What are you⊠â Price growled through gritted teeth.Â
You watched as Kyle licked his hand and tucked it behind Johnâs back, heading for his tight asshole, fucking him gently on his fingers.Â
âKeep fucking our girl, Cap. She needs you,â Kyle told him, âIâll take care of you, sir.â
âIâm not as patient as the sergeant is, lover,â Simon rustled under the sheets to find his cock, and he held it in his fist, pumping it against your plump ass cheek, âWill you let me in?â
You turned over your shoulder and let him kiss you, feeling his soft lips slide against yours, giving him your tongue to suck on as his hands kneaded your sensitive breast.Â
âYes, Si,â you whispered, âAnything you want.â
You thought his reaction to your words was a little over the top, but Ghost was reacting to Soap, ducked below the sheets, eating his asshole, shoving his tongue deep in the tight opening, prepping him for more.Â
Simon tucked his cock between your legs, spitting on his hand and rubbing it on you and himself, lubing you up in a messy, frantic sort of way, too desperate to care about finding a bottle of gel somewhere in the room.Â
Johnny was already rutting into his lieutenant, making Simonâs cock leak and jump, excited and drooling for its own warm hole. When you felt his head touch your asshole, you sighed at the tingling electricity building there, eager to be stretched by him. Finally, he popped into your ass, and he began to fuck himself up into you, inch by inch, filling you up.Â
Price was grinding his fat dick inside of you, and he groaned when he felt Simon join him on the other side, making you even tighter, forcing the captain to struggle to fit.Â
Soon, all five of you were fucking each other at the same time, moaning and kissing and licking one anotherâs skin, twisted together in a wet mess, and you had never felt such pleasure before. It was as if you were all on the edge, ready to come at the faintest breath of an orgasm, waiting for the spark to ignite the whole room into an explosion of ecstacy.Â
âMmf-fuck!â Simonâs hand wrapped itself around your neck, âYour fuckinâ arsehole feels like heaven, love.â
âDinnae stop, Si. I can feel when you bottom out in her. Makes you so tight, mate,â Johnny begged him, pinching the lieutenantâs nipples between his fingers over and over, teasing him relentlessly.Â
âYou alright, little bird?â John asked you, kissing you softly, barely dragging his lips across yours, dreamily moving against you harder and harder, chasing his pleasure, âFuckinâ Garrick is takinâ away my stamina every time he rams into me like that. Gonna make me come too quick, Gaz.â
âSorry, sir,â Kyle smiled, giving you a wink, as he licked and nipped at the same earlobe that you had, remembering how much he loved that spot, âFeels too good to stop.â
âDonât stop,â you moaned, wrapping your hands around Johnâs shoulders, holding on for dear life, âDonât ever stop.â
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So, a lot of people are talking on my 'people assume gay trans men aren't shamed for our sexualities' post about things like the transphobic use of fujoshi, and being called a straight girl, things of that nature.
Which is all very important, and so I'm not going to edit or add to that post. That post can be about that now. But that's not entirely what I meant, and I think this needs to be addressed as well so:
Cis gay men are shamed for their sexuality because men are "supposed" to be attracted to women, so being attracted to men deviates from that. Often, this shame and mistreatment starts young. Gay men grow up being taught that the attraction they experience is wrong, even before they're old enough to understand it.
And so people assume that gay trans men, raised as girls, aren't shamed in that way. We're attracted to the "correct" gender therfore there is no "deviance," and we're not treated as such. When that is, very often, not the case.
I've talked before about my joke that I knew I was a gay man before I knew I was a man. But I remember being 10 or 11 years old amd hearing my mothers very southern baptist friend who worked a museum in the park where pride was held, talking about "those men" and "how disgusting" it is and that she "wouldn't wish seeing that on anybody". And I remember sinking down in my chair, hoping no one saw me, because I knew she was talking about me. I didn't know what being gay was, I didn't know what pride was, but I knew that this thing she hated was me.
When I was taught that snapping a rubber band on your wrist is a good way to break a bad habit, I decided that I could "fix myself" by snapping the rubber band every time I felt even the most basic passing interest in the "wrong gender". Except, the interest I felt wrong about was my attraction to men. That's what I felt ashamed of, that's when I felt like I was doing something wrong. I would go through cycles of checking out a guy at the mall, feeling ashamed, snapping that rubber band, then realizing that was supposed to be right, forcing myself to check out girls, just to punish myself for it. By the time I started to accept my queerness, I convinced myself I was bisexual solely because I didn't feel like I was doing something wrong by being with a girl. It didn't appeal to me, I had no interest in being a relationship with a girl, especially not long term. But I wasn't ashamed of it, so it must be right.
I know so many other gay trans men who experienced things like this. And yet the assumption that we couldn't have this experience is used to deny us community with cis gay men on the grounds that we "just don't understand what its like to grow up gay."
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YES! GOOD! Iâm going to just going to analyze the whole dinner scene, because itâs one of my favorite parts of the movie.Â
Mario and Luigi walk in, and immediately the whole room lights up to greet them. Despite everything that follows, one thing is clear: The Mario Brothers are happy to see their family, and the family is happy to see them.Â
The whole family confirms that they watched their commercial. Everyone except their mom insists the commercial was a bad idea, but the fact that they all watched it speaks to the fact that there is no indifference regarding Mario and Luigiâs dream. Theyâre eager to see where this endeavor leads, even if they think itâs going to end in failure.Â
The moment Mario and Luigi sit down at the table, their uncles begin laying into them like itâs open season on financially struggling plumbers. Just full blown, no-holds-barred roast mode on their nephews.
Mario is on the defensive, but he doesnât get angry, heâs just trying to argue his side. Clearly this is typical behavior for Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur. Theyâre loud, overly honest, and obnoxiously confident in their opinions. Uncle Arthur, thankfully, has his wife to keep him in check. Uncle Tony, however, who is seated next to poor Luigi, is an absolute menace.
Luigi ignores all the teasing. He is only interested in getting food, but this is not an easy task. Tonyâs verbal arguments are all directed at Mario, but Luigi is the one who gets prodded and shoved around, and that makes getting dinner next to impossible.
Luigi attempts to serve himself salad, attempts to ask for a roll, attempts to eat the mushrooms being put on his plate, and at every turn heâs either pushed away or talked over. He is clearly very soft spoken compared to the other men in his family, and never quite had the strength to stand up for himself... after all, everyone means well, they just lack self awareness. It isnât worth the fight.Â
Thankfully, Luigiâs mom comes to the rescue, and puts a bowl of soup in front of her boy. Sheâs the queen of the caretaker role, making sure all the loose ends are tied up and that everybody eats.
But on the flip side, itâs interesting to note that once the uncles start tearing into Mario, Marioâs Dad serves him up a plate of food. He may have just been serving the person next to him because that was the polite thing to do, but I have a theory...
I think that this wasnât the first night that Mario and his uncles went at each other. I think Marioâs Dad read the room, and figured that if Mario was going to spend dinner playing defense, he should at least remember to eat while doing so.
It also speaks volumes that Marioâs Dad doesnât voice his disapproval until Mario asks for his opinion. Before then he avoids the subject and lets everyone else do the talking, but so long as heâs being questioned directly, he canât help but be honest.
âI think... youâre nuts. You donât quit a steady job for some crazy dream.â This sounds like a voice of experience. Marioâs Dad has the figure of someone who has worked physical labor for a good portion of his life (look the size of those arms). He may have had dreams of his own when he was younger, but he had a wife and kids to worry about, and family took priority.Â
Speaking of family taking priority:Â â... and the worst part? Youâre bringing your brother down with you.â That settles it. The conversation has gone from a casual roast session to dead serious. The entire room falls quiet as Mario puts down his fork and storms off.Â
âWhatâd I say?â Everybody at the table (except the niece, sheâs long since checked out) gives Marioâs Dad different versions of the lookâą. Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur have the same âJesus Christ bro, you didnât have to go thereâ expression, and Luigi just looks hurt on Marioâs behalf. His Dad, however, is just confused. Â
He didnât get the gravity of what he said. His relationship with his own brothersâ loudmouthed schmucks who call their own shots â is completely alien to what Luigi and Mario have. He probably knows Mario is protective of Luigi, but he doesnât realize the depth of responsibility Mario feels for him. Anyone can see that Luigi is loyal to his brother, but Mario alone knows how loyal he is, and the implication that heâs betraying that loyalty is intensely painful.Â
I doubt Uncle Arthur and Uncle Tony truly relate to Mario and Luigiâs relationship either, but theyâve probably teased Mario enough to understand one thing: bringing Luigi into it is a line you do not cross.
Conclusion:
There is a lot of love in the Mario family.
Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur are definitely the most insufferable of the bunch, but there is no malice in their teasing. While they are brash and overbearing, itâs all in good fun, and they get visibly uncomfortable when things go too far and someone actually ends up hurt.Â
Luigi seems to take after his mother; kind, nonconfrontational, and happily invested in a supporting role. While his Mom cares for and assists the family, Luigi cares for and assists his brother, both emotionally and in his business ventures.
Mario, in the meantime, takes after his Dad, who appears to be the oldest of the three brothers. He doesnât always think before speaking, but he isnât constantly running his mouth like Arthur or Tony, and acts with the gravity of someone who bears a lot of responsibility. He doesnât quite âgetâ his sons, but he knows enough to see that Luigi follows his brother everywhere, and Mario does not always think before jumping into things. Despite what Mario may believe, his Dad doesnât see him as a âjokeâ so much as he sees him as an impulsive young man who doesnât grasp the consequences of his actions. But Mario does understand the consequences of his actions, he just dreams big, and... thanks to Luigi... actually has the support he needs to pursue those dreams.Â
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Just thinking about Yandere Todoroki clan and reader's random moments.
Reader coming home after a particularly bad day, but poor girl cant even cry or complain without everyone immediately overreacting and pulling you out of school/college or even keeping you from going out at all. So now, reader has to either cry in self pity before she enters her home, wipe her tears and fix herself just enough to show that she hadnt just bawled her eyes out moments ago. That, or do the more risky thing and go home, go to your room and cry under the covers, but then theres always the chance of Rei or the others walking in on you any moment.
Also thinking about baby/toddler reader being sick, just a common cold or flu, nothing major. But with reader whining and being so young, the family's infantalisation goes through the roof and theyd treat you as if you were immunocompromised. I wont lie, but I think Rei is almost kinda... glad when you get sick? She enjoys you being dependant on her for the most things, even when you grow up and are able to handle a cold, she still deludes herself into thinking that you need mommy to come and help you.
I think the one person who is most affected by reader getting sick, no matter what age, is Enji. The man just cant help but view you as a fragile, starving Victorian child the moment you fall ill. In his eyes, even a harsh blow of air is too much for a fragile thing like you, let alone something as bad as the flu. He just- he's holding toddler reader in his arms, who snuggles into his warm body, your tiny nose pink and he cant get the image of you crying and vomiting and being oh so feverish- thats just way too much for your small body. Oh how he almost cried when he took you to the doctor for a shot and you clung to him, trying to bury yourself into him as you begged him to make you feel better, cried to him that you didnt want to get the "big scary needle!" He just had to hold you there in his firm grip as you writhed, had to look away when you looked at him and he saw the feeling of betrayal in your eyes, had to keep himself from not strangling the fucking doctor for not being careful, had to walk out of the clinic and hand you to Rei because he couldnt hear you cry anymore, had to have Rei console both you and Enji (assuring him that "no, Enji. Y/n doesnt resent you for making her get a shot.") and he couldnt even sleep a wink that night because he was standing by your bed, holding your tiny hand with his pinky as a tear finally slipped out of his eye.
ALSO thinking about adult reader going out of the house to meet up with friends, except shes meeting up with them at a club instead of at their house like she told Enji and Rei, and now shes standing outside, abandoned by said friends, and shes now running because a group of pervy men are chasing her and she doesnt know who to call, so she just speed dials Shotou, except someone just changed all your speed dials to one number, and you think youre doomed when Shotou doesnt say a word to you and just hangs up when within minutes, someone comes in front of you-
"Dabi?" He tells you to cover your ears and look away, and you know well by know what that means, so you obey, feeling a bit regretful as those men begin to scream in agony. You dont know how long its been until Dabi pulls your hands away and examines your wounds. He lets you crash into his chest as you sob, and this time, Dabi simply decides to take you home quietly without a lecture.
Hmmm, also thinking about Natsuo who is usually cool as a cucumber, the most normal being in the family, except for his very rare episodes of unbridled rage where he suddenly becomes the Hulk. Good thing for you is that this anger is never directed towards you, rather towards people who actively threaten your life (except Rei cause she gets to play "Im your mom who became mentally unstable because of your abusive dad") The only time NAtsuo is stern with you is when it comes to your health. He's just looking at you with those strict eyes when you refuse to take your multivitamins, or dont want to get a flu shot, or try to make up an excuse so that he cant check your vitals. And when he just grabs your wrist and pulls you to sit down so that he can do his checkup, its in those moments that you realise just how strong your brother is... and how easy it may be for him to overpower you and sedate you if he ever followed through Rei's threats.
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"One kiss is all it takes" - Where BSD men like to be kissed
Notes:
July 3rd, 2024
Characters included: Osamu Dazai, Chuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Tecchou Suehiro, Sigma
Word Count: 578
GN! Reader
Content Warning: Body insecurity in Dazai's part, minor haphephobia (fear of being touched) in Fyodor's part, Tecchou and Nikolai being horrifically down bad.
Self-indulgent. May do a part two?
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Osamu Dazai: Neck
Good lord-
His neck is long and thin, the skin is often red and irritated because of the bandages rubbing on them.
However, his neck is also very sensitive.
He feels shivers run down his spine if you kiss there.
Growing up, one of his insecurities was his body being very skinny, especially his neck.
So, feeling someone kissing him there is⊠Oddly healing to him.
Kissing on his neck is something that he craves on a daily basis.
Chuya Nakahara: Lips
Chuya is a simple man who likes to be kissed on the lips.
One kiss to the lips by his partner will have him down for the count.
If you bite his lip, his brain will explode.
He has no issue kissing you in front of people, they can stare if they want.
His lips are very soft, he always has chapstick on hand.
If you run your fingers through his hair and give it a slight tug while kissing him, his heart might give out right then and there.
Fyodor Dostoevsky: Back of the hand
I often pictured Fyodor having very large hands, as well as him having very long fingers.
Theyâre so pretty, how can anyone not kiss them?
When you first kissed his hand, he got chills and his heart started racing.
He genuinely thought he was sick or dying.
Typically, He doesnât like to be touched because it disgusts him, but⊠he can make a few exceptions.
The feeling of your lips on his skin makes him weak.
Heâll melt if you kiss the back of his hand and slowly make a trail of kisses to the tips of his fingers.
Nikolai Gogol: Forehead
You would figure a mischievous person like himself would always be down to steal a kiss on the lips or on the neck, but⊠he actually likes to be kissed on the forehead.
He himself is not really sure why he prefers it over anywhere else to be kissed.
If you slowly push back his bangs before you do it, heâs gone.
If heâs sitting down and you tilt his chin upwards to get a better reach to give him a kiss on the forehead, heâs gone.
Call him a âpretty boyâ or a âgood boyâ and kiss him on the forehead after? Gone.
To be honest, heâs gone if you kiss him anywhere in general.
Tecchou Suehiro: Lips
Tecchou is nothing more than a simple man who loves to be kissed on the lips.
Heâs subtle about it, but heâll always find an excuse to get a kiss from you.
He could kiss you all day, if youâd let him.
This man will kiss you on the lips like he is starved.
A hand pulling you in by the waist, the other on your cheek as he deepens the kiss...
His lips are so unbelievably soft.
If you tease him by acting like you're going to kiss his lips and then swerving to kiss his cheek or forehead or literally anywhere else, he gets mad.
Sigma: Cheek
Sigma loves being kissed on the cheek.
To best explain: it feels like praise in the form of physical affection to him.
Giving him a couple rapid kisses in a row on his cheeks will have him flustered.
When you kiss him on the cheek, he will always give one back.
If heâs sitting in a chair and you come up behind him, wrap your arms around his shoulders, and give him a kiss on the cheek from behind, it will have his heart racing.
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