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#like okay that's not a snake or a raven
saintsoap · 2 months
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Ghost has seen every inch of you, and even though you’ve been at his complete mercy and felt him from the inside out, you’ve never seen his face.
You've tried relentlessly to take a peek at the man who's gifted you so much pleasure, but he's always a step ahead of you.
When his mask is pulled past his lips so he can kiss you dizzy, his strong grip is always keeping your wrists in check, so you're unable to reach up and lift his mask. He bites your lip when you try, a stinging punishment for your curiosity. "You don't need to see me to feel me," he always lectures.
Or when he's got his head between your thighs, mask lifted just enough to ravage you with his tongue and leave you writhing. You look down, eyes meet his and try, ever so hard, to reach down and grasp at the fabric that hides him from you. But he's too good, stretching you out with his fingers and boring his gaze into you with such lust that you feel drunk- everything's a blur, and even if you did manage to take a look at your lover, pleasure blinds you.
When you're riding him, hands on his chest, his cock seated so deep inside of you that you fear without it you''ll feel too empty. His head is thrown back, deep choral groans sound from his chest and you kiss the exposed skin of his neck like you're trying to claim him as your own. He loves the feel of your lips on his skin, and doesn't stop you from snaking your fingers up and lifting his mask just enough to kiss a little higher.
But you get greedy. When he's on top of you, with your legs near over his shoulder as he fills you and breaks you and makes you feel whole. You already came once, and another is building in the pit of your stomach when you notice just how close Ghost is. The snapping of his hips becoming frantic, the glossy look in his eyes as he makes you take him deeper than you thought possible. He's ravenous, and distracted by the depths of his pleasure- so you act, and reach up to rip off his mask. But he's bigger than you, faster than you, and catches your wrist before you can even touch him.
"Greedy fucking slut," his words sharp, the snap of his hand on your cheek even harder. He holds your jaw, forces you to watch him ruin you with his cock as he fucks you hard in retaliation. You'll have bruised hips in the morning, a sore reminder of your place.
But it's okay. Once he finally lets you see his face, it's so you can sit on it <3
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yxami · 3 months
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hi yami I’m not sure if you’ve done this but what about goth Yandere? They such a cool style and always been casted out by society only to meet reader that accepts him and loves him and now goth Yandere sends them secret love letters that r creepy (dildos and vibrators that they used to show their devotion but if this is too much u can ignore that part) carving readers name into his arm
hope you like this!! I’m trying to get to requests that I feel like I can write abt easily
desc: goth yandere x gn reader, mentions of bullying, yandere behaviors/themes, self harming by the carving your name into his arm, general creepy obsession/stalking habits, he’s a crazy and manipulative one just in a sneaky way ^_^
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Your fingers wrap around your locker’s handle, a pink letter closed with a red heart sticker is the first thing you lay your eyes on. Another one? Seriously, you’ve gotten so many of these letters by your new friend it makes you wonder what they’re even supposed to mean.
You recently befriended an outcast, a lonely guy that was paired up with you for a project, you bonded well with him and found out the two of you have similar music tastes but other than that you had nothing in common.
You were outgoing, funny and he seemed to be the opposite, quiet and reserved, the type to laugh at someone’s jokes but not make one. Even if you don’t have similar hobbies you tried to have conversations with him since he looked cool, you really liked his style which you complimented on, making him blush without fail each time.
And you knew about his reputation, being a creep and someone that you should be avoiding, but you wanted to give him a chance, you’ve set up a goal to be less close minded and stop caring about what people think, and that’s gained you more friends than you’ve ever had usually.
Picking up the letter with your thumb and pointer, you open it up, finding a matching pink paper inside, clearly dyed with some sort of natural thing, possibly roses?
‘I wanted to thank you again for coming over yesterday, I enjoyed our time together, I’m hoping you’d like to hangout again? Perhaps today? If you want, I get it if you’re busy, but I really want to continue the game we were playing. I made sure to save our progress and write down what quests we need to do next!!“
You’ve always questioned why he doesn’t just text you, you gave him your number not too long ago anyways. You don’t want to crush his spirit so you don’t ask him, you wouldn’t want to upset him since he already seemed sensitive to things.
“Did you like my letter? I dyed the paper pink with some flowers that I grew in my backyard” Your new friend pops up, making you jump in one place as your eyes glance at him, another stylish black outfit with his usual under the eye black eyeshadow, you notice the fake tattoos he doodled on his hands when he hands you another gift.
“Open this when you’re with me at lunch, it’s a little embarrassing..” He plays with his snake bite piercings as he chews on his lip, brushing raven hair out of his face to look at you and observe your expression.
“Thank you, I’m guessing your love language must be gift giving huh?” You say with a small grin, putting the small gift box in your locker, happy it fit perfectly since it seemed to carry a decent amount of things based on the weight.
“Y-yeah.. it is” He mumbles, his face feeling hot as he remembers what was in the box, he’s squirming in place just thinking about your reaction to it, he’s excited to see you, even more now because of it.
The two of you walk to class and the time passes all too fast when you’re day dreaming about other things, you make sure not to forget your present as you head to the enormous courtyard, finding the usual tree the two of you sat under.
Away from others, something he immensely enjoyed, he hated that you had other friends that weren’t him but he tried to not act out in-front of you, fearing you’d hate him if you saw his true behavior.
“Okay..! Open it now” He crossed his legs, sitting down in-front of you, eager as his eyes trail all over your face, wanting to see if you’d enjoy it.
You lift the box’s top to see a few items, items you never expected to be gifted. The box contained a few sex toys, wrapped up like a normal gift, some dildos and two vibrators, all differently assorted by their colors. You can tell he put some thought to the gift, having included lube and condoms.
“Oh- um.. thank you. I really didn’t expect this” You awkwardly laugh, not sure how to react, could you even express how odd this was? To be given toys when the two of you aren’t even together? God this was so painfully awkward, how could you pretend to express gratitude?
“Do you like it? Please say that you do” He leans towards you, eyes flying over his gift to make sure everything was exactly how he intended. He fixed his posture and made eye contact with you, wondering if you liked it. Judging by your reaction he was really nervous. He should’ve just waited longer, maybe this was too soon, what if you hated it? Or thought he was a creep and would leave him like everyone else has?
“It’s.. nice!! It’s really nice, thank you, I’ll um- save that for later” You have a wobbly smile on your face, terrible at lying as you fix the top back on, placing it beside you. You can tell he isn’t convinced.
“Is it not good enough? I’m sorry, I can take it back, you don’t have to pretend” His bottom lips quivers as his eyes become glassy, he can feel his throat clenching as he tries to swallow an invisible lump of embarrassment and shame.
“N-no! It’s great! It’s really cool! I just didn’t think it was something like this. I really appreciate it, I was.. thinking about buying some lately anyways, you practically read my mind” You spill the spiel that you think someone would say when they’re genuinely happy with a gift.
“R- really?” He looks up, no longer staring at the ground, his cheeks and nose were flushed by him on the brink of tears, he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, smudging his eyeshadow slightly. He hugs you, content that you enjoyed it. He was so worried that you’d hate it and hate him too!!
You think the letters and gifts got creepier and creepier because of that situation. You tell yourself that you shouldn’t have tolerated and spoiled him for his odd habits, but ultimately pity almost always took over and made you feed into his delusions.
It’s probably why something even stranger happened three weeks later.
“Hey..! I have a present, well.. not an actual present but it’s something for you” He sputters out his words, pulling on his snakebites, trying to think of the right words.
“Sure, where is it?” You say, clueless of what other gift he might give you. The last times it’s been toys, a weird resembling homemade plushie of him and other things you can’t quite remember.
“Well.. it’s not done yet but I’ll be able to show you it tonight” He seems jittery, ecstatic to show you what he has for you. “I’ll show you when I come over today!”
The day passes rather regularly, enough as it can be with a quiet puppy following you around, always trying to have your attention but being too shy to do anything obvious.
Before he went over your house he was finishing up his art. He grabbed his favorite knife and moved his arm to lay on the table, poking the sharp metal into his arm to carve the last letter in his skin, making sure it pierced deep in order for it to scar. He’s been wearing long sleeves for about 3 weeks to hide his little project.
He quickly grabbed his usual cleaning supplies, making sure it was wrapped up for a bit. He’s picked up the habit on knowing how to clean up deep punctures in the skin, just so he didn’t have to explain to a doctor that he was purposefully stabbing himself for his crush.
Once he finished cleaning his wound, he threw away the wrappers and garbage on his desk, not wanting his mother to snoop and find used first aid supplies. She’d probably worry too much about him, not understanding his obsession with you.
As he leaves his house he says his goodbyes, making sure to inform her that he was visiting you again. He ran his way to your house, eager to see you.
“Hey, ready to play some games?” You smile at his presence, noticing him holding his arm as if sore, he was also somewhat sweaty but you don’t question it and just invite him like usual.
“Mhm!” He happily skips inside, seemingly on top of the moon as he sits down, getting everything ready like usual. You make your way to the kitchen, deciding to make some tea, you call out to him if he’d like some. “Yeah, can you add sugar?” He peeks over the couch, looking at you, or more like admiring if you focused enough.
You nod and bring the teas on a ceramic tray you recently bought, cherry blossoms painted throughout. You set it down, noticing that he seemed out of it, or maybe just anxious, you haven’t gotten a full grasp on what certain faces meant on him.
“…I wanted to show you the gift, um.. I hope you really like it” He weakly smiles, pinching on his shirt’s sleeve before showing you his arm. The left forearm that contained a healed scar fading into an unhealed area. You were so focused on the wound it took you a minute to realize it was your name. It was carved into his skin, he purposefully did this?
“Do you like it? It took me awhile and it hurt at first but I got used to it. I even added a little heart at the end” His voice was softer than usual, sweetly looking up at you, immediately uneasy by your expression that sat with disbelief.
“Please say something? Do you not like it? Is it because it wasn’t your full name? I knew I should’ve done it but I was worried that I would run out of space” His voice becomes whiny, frowning as he covers up his arm. He starts to scratch at it, a new bad habit he’s developed but it hasn’t made his wound bleed, yet.
“It’s perfect! I love it, I was just speechless. Did you really do it yourself? I thought for a moment it was a tattoo” You were desperate to keep quiet but the need to make him feel better eventually won. You knew this bad, that he was crazy, everything about this situation made your body pump with adrenaline to run but you stayed put.
You just stood and soothed him with your hands in his hair, trying to comfort his worries. You weren’t sure why, but nobody else has been here for him so of course he’s clinging on to you. Maybe you can convince him to stop doing these things?
You just have to stick around a little while longer and fix him, that’s possible right?
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rip-quizilla · 7 months
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Meet the Teacher
Pairing: Modern!Older!Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!Teacher!Reader
Summary: Eddie meets his daughter's new kindergarten teacher and he's pretty sure you're his wet dream come to life. AKA: single dad!Eddie fantasizes about you while he jerks off.
Word Count: 2.4K
Tags: 🔥SMUT, modern au, masturbation, implied road head, pervert!Eddie, switch!Eddie (sort of)
A/N: She's a short queen, standing just over 2k words tall- barely more than a blurb. Quick 'lil read, but I hope y'all enjoy her ❤️
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Eddie needed to calm down.
This wasn’t the time for him to be straining against his jeans, getting hot and bothered at seven o’clock on a Tuesday evening. Wasn’t the place. Hell, given his history with school in general, he should feel uncomfortable as fuck in all sorts of other ways, sitting in a classroom for the first time in over a decade. The last time Eddie remembered being happy to be in a classroom was Miss Adami’s fifth grade class. She had always been nice to him. 
Eddie wouldn’t mind if this teacher were nice to him…
Fucking. Stop. You horny bastard. Eddie chided himself mentally, Get it together, Munson.
He crossed his leg over the opposite knee, willing his half-mast dick to soften the fuck down, and fast. Eddie did his best not to draw attention to himself as he readjusted his position in the too-small plastic chair, scooted about a foot away from the hilariously low table he was currently sitting by. 
He focused his gaze on Raven, his daughter, who sat criss-cross-applesauce on the rainbow-colored rug at the front of the classroom. Her big brown eyes were wide, rapt as she watched her new teacher leading her and all the other five-year-olds in a song that required various hand motions and claps and whatnot. Eddie couldn’t help but grin fondly at the little tyke as she listened intently to every direction, determined to do every little thing her teacher asked of her without a single flaw. 
The only problem was that no matter how cute his daughter was, no matter how much Eddie tried desperately to control himself, he couldn’t tear his eyes off you.
He knew schools were loosening up on rules and regulations and all that- more and more school districts now allowed teachers to dye their hair unconventional colors, show tattoos, have more than just their earlobes pierced, blah blah blah…
But he hadn’t expected his daughter’s kindergarten teacher to look this fucking hot. 
You were something straight out of his fantasies. Like some hybrid rockabilly/alt girl/teacher hybrid, with hair that shone such a vibrant red that he knew there was no way it was natural. Fine by him. Tattooed sleeves of black-inked flowers crawled up your arms, showcasing some of the most beautiful linework and shading that Eddie had ever seen. His eyes followed the vines without his permission, taking account of the foxglove at your right forearm, the hyacinth on your left elbow, the cluster of lilacs that peeked out of the capsleeve on your shoulder. 
And oh, god, he couldn’t look at the snake that coiled around your knee. He hadn’t seen it at first, but when you’d sat down in your chair at the front of the classroom, your dress had crept up your lower thigh, allowing the snake to slither into view, and fuck, Eddie wasn’t sure he’d be able to pay much attention to whatever information you’d be delivering that he probably needed to know. All he could hope was that you’d been considerate enough to print out any necessary information so he could read it later.
Tearing his eyes from his daughter’s teacher (christ, Eddie really was a horny bastard, this was in no way okay), he pulled his phone from his pocket in an effort to provide himself a distraction.
“Ahem.”
Eddie’s gaze shot up from his phone screen, realizing shamefully that your eyes were trained on him, catching him red-handed in the middle of using his phone in class (which was funny, since he technically wasn’t ‘in class’, just in a classroom). Still, that didn’t seem to make a difference to you as you raised an eyebrow at him, challenging him to do anything other than slip that phone back into his pocket. Trapped under your authoritative glare, Eddie gulped, cock twitching slightly as he slid the phone back into the pocket of his charcoal jeans. 
The moment your eyes left him, you were back to wide smiles that crinkled around your lashes, clapping along with the kids who already adored you, even though you technically wouldn’t be their teacher until next week. It didn’t matter- they were infatuated with you, a sentiment that Eddie could understand completely. 
When Eddie stepped up to shake your hand on the way out of your classroom that evening, his heart had leapt at the look that you gave him- one eyebrow raised, the corner of your lipsticked mouth clipping up in a wry, knowing smile. 
Just like you’d done for every child before they left your classroom that day, you first crouched down until your eyes were level with Raven’s and asked if she would prefer a hug or a high five. Unsurprisingly, the little firecracker had responded by simply throwing her arms around your neck, clinging to you with the reckless abandon and generous trust that only a five-year-old could give so freely. When you stood to shake Eddie’s hand, he had to bite back a what, I don’t get to pick a hug or high five? 
“Raven,” you said, voice still lifted with excitable inflection that would make any little ankle biter’s ears perk up like a doberman’s. “I can already tell you’re an excellent student. Do you think you can help your daddy remember all of the things we talked about today?” 
Raven’s eyes lit up, and her wispy curls shook as she nodded her head in agreement. “Uh-huh!”
Eddie gave his daughter’s hand a squeeze and nudged her lightly with his knee. “Yes ma’am.” he prompted, and it was echoed in her tiny, polite voice upon hearing his reminder. 
Your eyes flicked up to his, approval in your gaze dancing with the teasing sarcasm in your smile. “Excellent manners.” you praised, and Eddie wasn’t sure if you were talking to him or to his daughter. Either was fine with him. 
You took his hand in yours, shook it all-businesslike with a polite “Nice to meet you, Mr. Munson.” and before Eddie knew it, he was out the door. However, his mind was still on the cherry-red shine of your hair. The crimson varnish on your nails. The sweetheart neckline of your fifties-style dress, and how when you crouched down and he stayed standing he could see the top of a black lace bra underneath. 
Good god, he was a pervert.
It was all he could think about on the way home, all he could think about while Raven watched one of those Minions movies for the twentieth time before bed. All he could think about after he’d tucked her in, kissed her goodnight, and retreated to his own bedroom to think about you while he touched himself. 
Eddie was old-fashioned- he didn’t need porn. His imagination was a talented machine, fine-tuned after decades of dreaming up campaigns and writing songs. When he laid down on his mattress, it didn’t take long for him to conjure up the image of you there with him, climbing onto his lap, hiking up that black and white polka dotted dress until he could see the tattoos that he imagined must decorate your thighs. 
He spat into his hand, sighing as he felt the slick coat his cock with each pass of his hand. He applied the most pressure with his thumb, flicking it over that ridge beneath the head that felt fucking phenomenal when touched the way he liked. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine your red-painted nails slipping over the head of his cock, tongue poking out to kitten-lick the very tip while you looked at him with big, bright, forbidden eyes.
Your crimson-stained lips, shiny with spit, would envelop him warmly, causing him to groan ecstatically as his hips bucked into your mouth. His cock, fully hard and throbbing, would slide down your throat as you shoved your lips- no, as Eddie shoved your lips further and further down his shaft until your nose smushed against the hair at his groin. His hand would span across the back of your head, pushing you down and holding you there until you gagged around him, and God, that would feel so good, your desperate swallowing around his throbbing dick and the noises you would make- what noises would you make?
He imagined your voice as he fisted his cock, wove melodies of moans in his head that he could pull from your mouth. Would they be deep? Guttural? Or would you be the kind of moaner that whimpered at the highest register you had? Would you be loud, so loud that the neighbors would hear- either that, or he would just have to gag you. Slap his hand over your mouth. Stuff your panties between your lips (which he was sure were black lace to match your bra). Or would you be more assertive, quick to put Eddie in his place like you did today when he’d taken out his phone?
Which did he want to call you: baby? Or ma’am? He imagined trying both out on you while he was balls-deep in your wet little pussy, and thought about which word would make you squeeze him tighter. 
God, Eddie was so fucking horny. It had been so long since he’d cum inside anything that wasn’t his own hand. He thought about whether or not it would be inappropriate to text the cell phone number you’d provided in the email you’d sent out to the parents/guardians of your class. What would he even say? 
Evening, miss. Was nice to meet you tonight. Feel like grabbing a drink? 
Could he? Would that be appropriate?
He got harder just thinking about it. It definitely would not be appropriate… but what if you said yes anyway? What if you actually agreed to see him? What if you both hit it off? What if you actually did come back to his place with him, let him slide his hand around your waist, hold you close enough to smell the perfume on your neck? Let him see that lacy bra in all its glory?
The fantasy of an evening played out in his mind’s eye: Eddie would pick you up at your house, and you would answer the door wearing a cherry-colored dress that hugged your curves, painting you red to match your hair, your nails, and the angry shade of his cock. In the car, his fingers would brush the skin of your thigh, tracing the inked designs that lived there as you answered his questions about what you liked, what you didn’t, what you wanted or hated. Your hand would snake over to his thigh in turn, trace the seam of his black jeans- the ones that hugged his legs in all the right places- and the sensation would get him hard on the spot, right there in his car. 
Would you be scared away by that? By how quickly you turned him on, drove him nuts. Or would it turn you on too, making you sigh, a rumble through your chest as he felt your delicate, red-tipped fingers brush his hardening cock through the tightening fabric. Would you unbuckle his belt? Unbutton his pants? Unzip his fly and free his throbbing dick into the cool night air, only to shock him with the warm, wet feel of your mouth while he continued to cruise down a Hawkins country road?
Eddie groaned, feeling his release creep up on him. Closer and closer he drew, and with every stroke of his cock he succumbed further into his hazy vision of you. Now you were back in bed with him, naked and bouncing on his cock. You were rubbing your clit as you moved your hot, wet pussy up and down his shaft, leaving milky white wet in your wake. In his fantasy, you were arching your back, moaning as he thrust himself into you at a pace that hit places within you that made you cry out his name. 
His movements were getting faster, his grip growing tighter as it slipped over his cock at a speed that he knew would result in a sore arm tomorrow but he didn’t care- his release would be worth it. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, imagining your knees quivering as you made yourself cum on his cock. Imagining your body convulsing under waves of pleasure, your thighs threatening to close against his strong hands holding them open. You would moan and mewl and chant his name, and conjuring up the sound of his name as it left your lips was what did it for Eddie.
Heavy, white ropes of cum dripped over his knuckles, painting his stomach and sliding over the shining crevices of his rings. He stroked himself slower, coming down from his release with a shuddering sigh. 
It only took a few moments for the fact that he just jacked off to the thought of his daughter’s kindergarten teacher to sink in. 
Eddie didn’t feel… creepy… but he could tell there was a definite line he’d crossed somewhere. However, he was tired, and decided that he would deal with the moral implications tomorrow. 
***
The next time Eddie saw you, you were working the car line after school. He’d taken note of the Metallica shirt you were wearing, and rolled down his window, turning up the volume on his stereo. He watched as your smile broadened when you recognized For Whom the Bell Tolls. 
“Here for Raven?” You’d asked with a lopsided grin. Your voice was just as sweet as he remembered.
“Yep,” he’d replied, nodding to your t-shirt, “but if you want to keep her for a few more hours, I think I just decided I trust you with my kid even more than I did before.”
You grinned, showing all of your teeth this time. “She’s a cool kid.” you paused, as if debating whether to finish your sentence. “...I can see where she gets it.”
Eddie beamed, his smirk reaching up to the crow’s feet at his eyes. “You think I’m cool?”
You matched him, smirk for smirk, going as far as to lean your forearms onto the passenger side window sill. “You carry yourself like someone who knows they’re cool.”
Eddie stared at you for a moment, debating for an entirely too-short length of time whether or not he should shoot his shot. 
Fuck it. 
“Cool enough to buy you a drink sometime?”
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Okay but what about reader giving Xavier a necklace with her initial on it…
Wednesday twin!Reader
I've done this scenario a few times for other characters/fandoms, but only the situation reversed (where reader is the one wearing the necklace)
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After seeing him, you didn't want to look at anything else.
Enid was giving you and Wednesday a quick tour of the school after your arrival. She showed you the library, the dining area, where to go to class and, lastly, the quad — which was a pentagon, as your sister had flatly pointed out. Enid had not been amused by Wednesday's humor and chose to ignore her and continuing her tour, insisted on giving you a wikia on Nevermore's social seats.
As the blonde was expanding about the clics and Bianca Barclay, your eyes fell on the tall boy on the other side of the quad and they wouldn't leave him. The world around you turned into a white noise, a mere echo, as you gave your whole attention to the stranger. You were completely entranced by him. His hair was tied back as he effortlessly painted a raven on a school wall.
''—used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe,'' Enid explained, and, as if on cue, the boy — Xavier — looked over his shoulder, finally giving you a good picture of his face.
A sharp jawline sliding into a pointed chin, Cheshire cat green eyes and the beautiful and full pink lips. You felt like throwing up as the words crossed your mind, but he had the face of an angel.
He raised his hand over the painting, making you very confused. Until now, you didn't know Nevermore's outcasts had powers. The artwork followed his hand movement, the wings of the raven coming to life and sending your heart in a twirl, in complete awe at everything this boy was.
At that moment, you wondered if that's how your parents felt when they first saw each other. The tight feeling in the chest and the inability to look away. You wanted to cross the quad and compliment Xavier on his artwork and talent or simply introduce yourself — get any kind of interaction with him —, but another boy pulled you out of your bubble. This one had a whole den of snakes hidden underneath his beanie.
Before coming to Nevermore, you had never batted a lash at any boys, but for some reason Wednesday couldn't fathom or indulge, you had a special interest for Xavier.
''What do you find in him?'' she asked from her bed, reading her copy of Frankenstein. She had read it so many times that the spine was cracked and duck-taped.
A smile curled on your face, your mind drifting to Xavier.
Although he was very handsome, your attraction didn't stop there. It was more than his look. It was the way he carried himself, his posture and effortlessly elegant demeanor, the way he spoke about things he was passionate about, the shy dimpled smile he always reserved for you, the way he gave you his undivided attention when he's talking to someone, the subtle acts of romanticism like that one time he got you that specific shade of rose that's really hard to find and expensive just because it was your favorite.
''I'm afraid the list would exceed the level of disgust you can handle in one day, dear sister,'' you replied.
''Do test me. I might enjoy myself.''
You loved him in a way you couldn't explain. He made you see life in colors, painting a golden light over your natural darkness.
The hour was late as you wandered to the boys’ dormitory, ducking into alcoves and being as quiet as the dead on your way to Xavier’s dorm. He didn’t know you were coming, but Thing had seen him returning from his nightly run through Wednesday's window so you knew he was there.
You did your special knock and when the door opened, Xavier grabbed your shoulder and pulled you inside, quickly closing behind you. You couldn't be on the boys' floors. The rules were very strict concerning the dormitories and the consequences would be severe if caught.
‘’What are you doing here? I thought you were spending the night celebrating your birthday with Wednesday.’’ Xavier reached for your hand, pulling you close to him. His hair was released from its usual hair-tie and damp from the shower he must’ve had after his run.
‘’It appears she has blown me off,’’ you explained with a tinge of bitterness. ‘’Only Thing was in her dorm when I let myself in and refused to tell me where she had gone. My suspicions are, she is raising dark forces and does not want mom and dad to know of her hellish doings.’’
Xavier frowned. ‘’Hellish doings?’’
''Séances. We have an altar in our living room at home.’’
You spoke so casually of dark magic that Xavier didn’t wish to know what else you and your parents did in your free time. It might be a little too spooky and kooky for him.
‘’I have something for you.’’ You pulled out a black velvet pouch from your jacket pocket. ‘’Open it.’’
Xavier took the pouch with a veil of confusion on his face. ‘’You got me a gift on your birthday?’’
‘’Open it, mon amour,’’ you pressed, equally excited and terrified to see his reaction.
Delicately, Xavier untied the loose knot and pulled the pouch open. He reached inside and took out a silver necklace. It wasn’t delicate and dainty like a woman's. The chain was thicker and the pendant was in the shape of a wax stamp with your initial on it.
‘’I found the pendant in a shop in town. I was looking for a present for Wednesday and it caught my eye through one of the glass shelves among other trinkets.’’
He observed the jewelry closely, then smiled at it. ‘’Like Y/N?’’
‘’Not because I own you,’’ you felt the need to add, ‘’but because I’m the only one who really knows you.’’
Xavier’s smile deepened, soft dimples poking. The smile he kept just for you. He unclasped the back of the necklace and you grabbed it from him, putting it on for him. A smile bloomed on your lips, seeing the pendant resting over his shirt as a mark of your love.
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whatwouldsylwrite · 11 months
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At least I got you in my head (2)
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Summary: Abby is straight. And then you move in with her.
Tags: modern au, fem!reader, straight!abby (she is doing some comphet bullshit), pining, idiot in love and it's abby, reader is gay and tired.
Notes: drinking, swearing, reader is wearing a dress. Cait here is Caitlyn from Arcane. Abby gets to feel what is was like to be a victorian man.
tags: @abbyily @catkirkfan @oatmealzco
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Everyone could appreciate someone’s beauty, right? Right?
That was what Abby was thinking as you two were making your way down the street to the bars where Ellie and Cait were supposed to meet you. Your delicate heels were clicking on the pavement and well. This little strap around your ankles made them look so dainty and it was so aesthetically pleasing Abby didn’t want to look away every time you sped up a little. You were in a short black dress and wow, some girls could really pull off a dress - it was so tight around your body. Abby wouldn’t wear something like this ever, it was so not her style, but when she saw other girls in dresses? She just couldn’t help but admire how beautiful they were. And when the beauty met the intelligence - Abby was full-on fangirling. She always thought it was vain of her to want to be friends with women who were practically goddesses (except Ellie, Ellie was a gremlin even if she was smart), but fuck. Wasn’t it cool to know women who were just smart and beautiful and then boast about knowing them to everyone?
“I’m a little excited to meet Ellie.” You admitted, you eyes a little more bright after you shared some wine at home. “You told me so much about her, she is a legend in my head.”
“Ellie is a menace and a threat to society.” Abby sighed dramatically. 
“Exactly. How can you describe her like this to me and not expect me to get insanely curious?” You smirked and almost tripped, but Abby caught you, holding your arm gently. “Thanks.”
“No problem. Just hold on to me.” Abby offered you her arm and you stared at her, surprised, before snaking your arm around her. Abby liked the feeling of protectiveness when her friends relied on her like that. Yeah, she was an MMA fighter, she could protect them against any asshole, and she liked when girls felt safe around her, so she walked you down the street as carefully as possible.
You made your way to the bar, and you let Abby go in the instant when you saw your friend, but there were so many people Abby couldn’t see who exactly was your friend.
“Cait is right there, I’m going to grab her. Do you see Ellie?” Abby looked around and spotted the familiar bun. 
“Yeah.”
“Let’s meet here, okay?” You said and walked away, leaving Abby to get Ellie.
Abby made her way through a few people before she got to Ellie and grabbed her shoulder.
“The fuck-” Ellie started, ready to fight, but she relaxed when she saw Abby. “Fuck, Abby, you scared the shit out of me.”
“I really like that you think you can fight.” Abby laughed and Ellie punched her in the shoulder.
“I swear to god I’m gonna beat your ass one day.” Ellie looked around, expecting you to be somewhere close. “I thought (y/n) is with you?”
“Yeah, she went to meet her friend. Let’s go. Don’t be a dick.”
“Dude, I won’t. Is she hot?”
“What is up with you lesbians asking about each other?” Abby scoffed.
“Oh, she asked if I was hot?” 
“I said you were so ugly she’d go blind.” Abby said with a small smile and caught Ellie’s hand before it hit her again. 
They made their way to the spot when you agreed to meet and Abby saw you with your friend and she just forgot how to speak. The girl was tall - taller than Abby, and it was saying something - but she was so proportionate in her hourglass figure. Abby looked at her, bewitched - she looked like a model. Legs for fucking days, long raven hair, and listen, Abby didn’t have any insecurities about her own body, but this girl’s chest was truly impressive. She was missing something, though - your confidence and ease, the girl looked a little awkward and nervous, but it seemed like your presence was grounding her. God you were so fucking nice.
"Hi!" You said with a smile and motioned at your friend. "This is Caitlyn. This is Abby." 
"Nice to meet you." Abby smiled and Caitlyn smiled in return with an adorable gap in her teeth. "This is Ellie."
Something was not entirely right, because when Ellie and you made eye contact you both froze. Abby noticed it even though you recovered quite fast, and something uneasy sat in her stomach. 
"I'm (y/n)." You smiled and Ellie smiled back like you both were sharing a secret, and Abby hated how it made her feel like a fool. "Okay ladies. We all need a drink, don't you think?"
You made your way to a free table in the corner of the bar, feeling your hands shake, and you tried to not show it, but you felt both stares at your back: Cait’s, who probably put two and two together, and Abby’s, who probably didn’t. For some reason you felt guilty, even though you didn’t do anything - well, except you slept with your roommate’s best friend. Roommate you were trying so hard not to crush on. Roommate who was straight (you know. usual gay shenanigans). And it happened months ago, way before you met Abby, you had no reason to feel ashamed, but you still did. 
So you repressed the feeling to the pits of your consciousness and did what you did best: got a drink and started talking to get everyone to know each other and relax. You were mostly worried about Caitlyn - she wasn’t a big party-goer, and meeting people wasn’t easy for her. Well, thankfully, Abby and Ellie were very enthusiastic and Cait relaxed pretty quickly, letting her beautiful sarcasm make everyone laugh.
“You know we look like we’re on a double date.” Ellie snorted and you laughed, taking the comedy of the situation. 
“This is a very fortunate support of stereotypes.” Cait said and you waited for her to say something else, because Cait just would. “Unless it was your attempt at flirting, of course. In this case I’m sure you can do better.”
The look of offense on Ellie’s face was precious. You laughed so hard you slapped Abby on her thigh, and she laughed too, you both wheezing and gasping for air every time you looked at Ellie’s face. 
“I can do better.” Ellie said, flustered, and you couldn’t decide if she got defensive or eager to prove Cait wrong. 
“I’d certainly like to see it.” Cait leaned on the table and you made a little “ooooh” sound while Abby laughed into your shoulder.
“Yeah, Els, I think Caitlyn is already kicking your ass here.” Abby said and you laughed again. Then Abby leaned in to you so she could whisper in your ear, her hot breath making your baby hairs stand up and your hands tingle. “Look at her, she is so riled up.” You both giggled and looked at Ellie again who was puffing but trying to come up with something to say.
“Oh, you don't know what you signed up for." Ellie said with a triumphant smile, and you got curious. You remembered Ellie as very confident and flirty, but she didn't seem to be like this right now.
"Surprise me." Cait smiled and you barely kept yourself from pinching her cheeks and saying "that's my girl", because you were so proud of her, coming out of her shell and being so forward. 
"You know, the weather wasn't good today." Ellie said casually, not looking at Caitlyn. You and Abby watched what she was going to say next like it was a movie. 
"I suppose." 
"That's because all the blue from the sky is in your eyes." Ellie said in a quiet seductive tone as she looked into Caitlyn's eyes. 
All three of you groaned and it looked like it only encouraged Ellie, because she grinned like a maniac.
"And I have more." Ellie threatened. 
"She does." Abby whispered again and fuck, why did it feel so fucking intimate? Why did it feel like you were her-
No. You were not going this road. Nope. 
"Well, I'm glad you're self-aware. It has some charm to it." Caitlyn smiled and Ellie looked happy from the compliment. "Give me your worst one."
"Oh I'll need a drink for this." You said as you stood up, losing the warmth of Abby's side to go to the bar.
The night went smoothly after. Ellie didn't leave Cait alone after that, saying a pickup line every chance she got, but Cait seemed to like it for the pure feeling of cringe. Eventually they both found out what kind of nerds they were and they had a long discussion about something you couldn't care to get into, because your head was a little fuzzy from alcohol and Abby being close. Her side was pressed to your side and you basked in her warmth. You were a touchy drunk, and even though you controlled yourself and didn't touch people without permission, the feeling of someone else close to you got you longing for human touch. 
It was getting closer to 4 am and Abby noticed you getting more quiet and putting more weight on her. Abby leaned down to you, careful not to scare you.
“Are you sleepy?”
“Oh fuck.” You said as if Abby’s words revealed something obvious to you. “I am. I miss my bed.”
“You wanna go home?”Abby said fondly. She drank the same amount as you did, but the difference in metabolism meant she burned through her drinks faster and wasn't as drunk as you were, so she felt her mom friend mode kicking in.
“Yeah.” You nodded and looked at Ellie and Cait who were still talking like 4 hours passed in a second. “Ladies, we’re going to head out.” 
“Already?” Ellie asked, surprised.
“I wanna go hug my bed.” You shrugged. 
“Text us when you get home, okay?” Abby asked when you both stood up, ready to leave. 
Both girls stood up too to hug you and say their goodbyes before you left the bar. Abby was still shocked at how tall Caitlyn was - it was rare for Abby to hug girls who weren’t a head shorter than her. And Cait was a head taller than her, so it was a very strange experience. Ellie and Caitlyn stayed, still talking, and you were glad Cait got along with her - she really needed some other friends and not more rich arrogant idiots Cait had before. 
Abby supported you as you made your way back home, your legs a little wobbly, but Abby had to give it to you - you were wearing heels and you were walking just fine, even sleepy and a little drunk. You weren't tipsy, but you weren't wasted either - just in the middle where you still were in your right mind, but your body was starting to give up on your coordination. You held onto Abby's forearm and she just felt so fond of you. 
"Do I speak funny?" You asked Abby and she laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"Do I slur?"
"No. You're not that drunk." 
Suddenly you snorted and Abby had to stop both of you before you'd fall.
"Fuck, you know that video? When the guy comes home wasted and he is like. I'm not drunk. And then his mother I guess, she is like. Can you tell the time?" 
"God, your English accent is awful." Abby wheezed, already being entertained by your little reenactment.
"Fuck you. So this guy is like, …Yes. And then turns to the fucking clocks, points at them and goes. I am NOT. fucking. Drunk." You wheezed again, almost folding in two from laughter, because that video was 10 times funnier when you were drunk. "Have you seen it?"
Abby was laughing too, both at your terrible posh accent and the story. 
"No." 
"Oh man, wait. Stop. We're gonna watch it."
And now you two were standing at 4:30 in the morning in the middle of the street laughing your asses off at the stupid old video when it replayed again and again. Abby was worried at one point you'd just fall, but you stayed on your feet, even if your heels were not steady on every step, because the straps on your ankles were dangerously loose. (yep, she was still staring, but alcohol made her forget the reason why it was okay for a straight girl to stare at another girl's ankles)
Somehow you made your way home in 10 minutes and Abby made some tea for both of you while you were in the shower - it wouldn’t hurt to get some hydration before sleep. You came to the kitchen, your hair in a bun, your usual sweats plus an oversized t-shirt combo on, but Abby stared, her thought process coming to a screeching halt. 
You mixed the t-shirts in the bathroom and put Abby’s t-shirt on. Abby’s mind was literally blank. She didn’t understand what she was feeling, but that feeling was so fucking strong she couldn’t even say a word as her eyes looked you over. Her t-shirt was big on you, shoulders way too low on your arms, and you looked so cosy and homely and cute and pretty- 
"What's up?" You asked as you sat down on the chair, noticing Abby's stare. 
"You- um. This is my t-shirt." Abby admitted, and her chest was so tight with The Feeling she was afraid her voice went two octaves higher. You looked down and then stared back at her, as surprised as she was.
"Oh god I'm so sorry, I didn't check. I'll go change." You stood up from your place, ready to go, but Abby stopped you.
"I don't mind, you can wear it, it's not a big deal." Abby shrugged. And it wasn't a big deal, it was just one of her many t-shirts, she didn't mind sharing. You were sobering up and probably tired as hell, Abby would prefer not to bother you. 
"Really? My t-shirt is probably in the bathroom, I can change in a second."
"Keep it." Abby said and put a cup in front of you, strange feeling of possessiveness making it home in her vocal cords. 
"Thanks. I'll wash it, I promise."
You both drank tea in a comfortable silence, watching the sun slowly go up. The city was quiet and empty, the morning wouldn't really start in another hour, and it felt intimate, to experience this empty morning with you. 
You washed both of your cups while Abby went to take a shower. After Abby finished showering, she reached for her t-shirt on instinct, but the empty rack reminded her where her t-shirt was. Well, your t-shirt was still there and she needed to get dressed anyway. It would be only fair, right? 
Abby took your t-shirt and put it over her head, her nose immediately being attacked with your scent: your spicy perfume, body wash and a slight hint of mint shampoo. You smelled nice, and your scent reminded Abby of the safety of your apartment: that was the first thing she smelled when she'd come home if you were already here. It was nice. Or sometimes you'd be out earlier and she'd smell your perfume in the hallway. 
Abby walked to her room and fell on the bed, checking her social media. There were a few stories on Ellie's insta, and the last one was her and Cait drinking coffee and playing chess. Abby had no idea where they found the chess table, but hey, they were having fun. Abby liked when Ellie showed her true side instead of being cool and hot and a fuckboy, which worked amazingly when Ellie wanted to hook up, but sometimes she needed to get her nerd side shine or she'd infodump on a first available person. 
There was a knock on the door and Abby looked up, meeting your eyes in the doorway. You looked a little apprehensive but also vulnerable, and Abby couldn't get a read on why you were here.
"Hey, um. Do you wanna cuddle to sleep with me?"
What.
Well what did she mean "what", she didn't need to overthink it! Her new favourite person wanted to cuddle!
Abby opened her arms, silently inviting you, practically buzzing with excitement: you wanted to cuddle with her and Abby was a sucker for cuddles, so of course she'd let you. You walked through her room carefully as if you weren't supposed to be here, but then you just fell on top of her, and wow, (y/n) is so fucking soft.
That was why Abby liked to cuddle with her girl friends: women were soft. And you were soft in her arms right now, letting a long pleased sigh. 
"You're very soft." Abby said as she curled her arms around your shoulders. 
"That's the boobs." You chuckled. "Yours are very soft too."
"Thanks, I guess?" Abby laughed when you put your head on her left tit. 
"As long as you're okay with this." You murmured and went up a little, still finding a right position until you put your nose next to Abby's neck, sending shivers down her spine. She was ticklish, but she could manage. "Really. I don't want to do something you're not comfortable with."
"I'm so comfortable, don't worry. I like cuddles." Abby wasn't sure why you were so persistent in checking if she was okay with being physically close to you, but she thought it was very sweet. "I didn't think you were a cuddler."
"What? I told you before. When we watched that shitty horror movie."
"Oh, I thought you were joking." Abby murmured as she breathed your scent in. You felt so safe to her she was already drifting off. 
"I wasn't. I like cuddles."
"That makes two of us."
You sighed again as you wiggled around, slotting yourself more comfortably against Abby and she started mindlessly stroking your back, soothing you into sleep. She was already half-asleep and she needed you to stop moving and just relax so you'd stop waking her up. When you didn't stop, Abby pressed you closer and moved you to what she thought would be more comfortable for both of you. You got quiet suddenly, and Abby sighed, content, falling asleep almost immediately, oblivious of your flustered face.
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erenoir · 9 months
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𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮
💿 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛
genre: single father!toji, slow burn, angst then fluff, nsfw, MDNI
warnings: 18+ dark content, alcoholism, breeding kink, daddy/mommy titles used, unprotected sex, oral sex, verbal fighting, discussions of abandonment, initial toxic relationship, light gun use.
featuring: toji x fem step-mom!reader
summary: you and toji had met each other at your worst, twin flames fueling each other’s bad habits. you spent weeks upon weeks as on-and-off fuck buddies, manipulating and using each other before throwing one another to the curb again. nothing could save the turbulent relationship of a touch-deprived woman and a man afraid of love, never daring to wave your white flags to one another… until the night toji dropped a bomb that would make or break the two of you forever. | find it on ao3: [☆]
word count: 14.9k
a/n: tell jesus that the bitch is back- i’m kidding! no but really, its been a long year (or more?) of me being away from this blog. i haven't done this in a while, but i have too many delusions and thoughts to not make them into stories, i missed writing too much. anyways, if you like this: reblog, comment, check out my other stuff, etc! luv u xx send toji thirsts in honor of szn 2
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“Okay now Megs, daddy and I will be back tomorrow morning, okay?” 
Your knees pressed into the cold floor as your fingers tangled themselves in your stepson’s wild, raven locks. The little boy stuck his bottom lip out in protest, your heart swelling at the sight of it. Your thumb met his velvety skin as you stopped a tear from rolling any further down his rouged cheek. 
“I don’t want you and daddy to go!” He wailed, a tiny voice strained with big emotions. The glum boy ran into your open arms, clinging to you like velcro. The creamy silk of your blazer swept across the nape of his neck as you enveloped him into a cozy embrace.
“Oh Megumi, you’ll be alright! Your father and I will just be away for the night. Then tomorrow… I can make you all the pancakes in the world for dinner!” His eyebrows knit together and his rosy nose scrunched up as you shook his face in your hands. Little Megumi's messy, toothless grin punctured your heart so deeply. You adored the boy endlessly, even if he wasn’t your son by blood, a connection so spirited manifested itself between the two of you. 
“Really mommy?! Do you really mean all of the pancakes in the world?” You let a gentle fingertip feather itself across the tip of Megumi’s nose as you rose to your feet to ruffle the boy’s hair, “Of course I mean it baby! Daddy will do whatever it takes to get you every last drop of pancake batter in the whole, wide, world… isn’t that right, honey?”
You shifted your weight to your left foot to get a good look at Toji, Megumi’s father. He planted himself in his usual crushed velvet armchair that rested in front of the fireplace, thighs sprawled out across the plush cushion. His cheek sunk into the palm of his hand as he ogled at his precious family. 
All mine, Toji thought, all fucking mine. 
The brooding man sauntered up to you two with ardency, his husky arms snaking around your waist, pulling your backside into his chest and placing a wet kiss to the crook of your neck. Toji rested his hand atop of Megumi’s hair, nearly drowning your little one’s head with its size. You gazed on dotingly as your lover’s biceps contracted when he picked up your son, cooing him into a comfortable silence. The fireplace illuminated the quaint living space an intimate shade of orange, fractals of light bouncing off of the most hidden corners of the room. The shadow of your lover danced across the walls as he rocked the raven-haired child to sleep. You massaged red fingernails into his burly shoulders, feeling the fabric of his black t-shirt ripple between your fingertips.
“We’re so lucky, aren’t we?” You purred into Toji’s neck as you two caressed the light of your lives, sound asleep in his arms. Toji peered over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of you, watching your maternal instincts consume your body as you outstretched your soft hands to the boy. Something within Toji burst in that moment, seeing his lover care for his child as if he were her own. 
“Let me take him to bed, my love.” Dark eyes trailed your steps attentively, watching your hips sway as you cradled his son in your nimble arms, your tender hand nurturing the back of his head, holding it tightly to your chest. His pupils dilated when you started whispering lullabies into Megumi’s ear. A  series of “Mommy loves you,” and “I’ve got you my baby,” made Toji’s jaw clench and every part of him swell with adoration.
You once arrived in Toji’s life as a fiery little creature. Wild, uncaring, and foaming at the mouth for attention. He didn’t see you as anything other than a friend with benefits. It was a fair exchange, Toji satiated your need for unhealthy attention as a girl disowned by her distant parents, and you satiated his need for a little rag doll as a hitman with a severe lack of emotional intelligence. He needed a woman that would do most anything to please him and receive the gratification she so desperately craved in return. Room 4C, that was the room you two would run away to every weekend. 
It was a malignant relationship you had, you were unabashedly toxic to one another. Toji would show up drunk on most occasions, and you would allow him to do whatever he wanted to your feeble little body and enjoy every second of it. You would fight just to see who could scream louder, until the misty light from the sun rising sliced through the cracks of the thick curtains. The old motel would’ve kicked you two out if it weren’t for how much business you brought them. Your eyes stung with crazed tears, both of pleasure and pain, and Toji was the one that induced them every time. Every smack to the cheek was met with a tender kiss, and every “I hate you,” was met with a chorus of apologies. You loved each other in wicked ways, but you loved each other nonetheless. You pushed as Toji pulled, never could either of you find a moment of peace to let your fragile emotions rest.
That was until one night where you asked Toji to meet you in your usual room, at your usual time, 8 p.m. Only that night had you two finally waved your white flags and extinguished your venomous behavior to one another.
Your toes were painted a wine red as they ran through the fuzzy carpet below you, feet swinging over the twin-sized motel bed. Rain rushed the windows with fervor, the storm warning you had received this morning not clicking in your brain until that very moment. The muffled voices of the news anchors suffocated your eardrums as they grew louder. The silence in the room was painstaking and you didn’t know how much longer you could last solely listening to the rhythmic drips of the leaking bathroom sink. Your eyelids began to droop as the neon leds of the plastic alarm clock flicked from 8:59 to 9:00. The stiff sheets felt like royal silk at that moment, sleep threatening to consume your body. The room around you shut on and off, eyelids blinking slowly, and your mouth dipping into the slightest “o” shape. the cotton of your t-shirt rode up your thighs as you slid yourself under the covers. Toji isn’t coming tonight, truthfully, the thought grazed your mind when it had only been ten minutes after 8, Toji was never any more tardy than that. But as you watched the clock now switch from 9:04 to 9:05, the hint of betrayal that had felt like a pin prick before now felt like you’d just been gutted. 
Your body was swallowed in the darkness of the motel room, though you did leave the news on, maybe the late night anchors could keep you company in your lover’s absence. In your dream you saw the dark eyes that taunted you into submission. How pathetic was it to dream about a man who couldn’t care less about you besides what you had underneath your underwear? In your dream you were running, your earthly body was riddled with cold sweats and shivering into oblivion, you heard pounding, it grew rapidly with every step you took, the beat of your heart staying in time, though the pounding felt too real to be fabricated through your imagination alone.
Then your body jolted awake to a vigorous gust of wind, and suddenly the banging became real, and whoever demanded that kind of attention from you at midnight was about to receive a pounding to their face. With your eyes cloudy and vision blurred, you tried to adjust to the dark blue of your surroundings. 
“Ah, shit!” The stark yellow light of the bedside lamp blinded you, a shaky hand rested on your forehead to act as a shield to the harsh, artificial rays. The comforter of the rigid bed you laid on grew wet, rainwater dripping from the dark figure that stood above your tired body. 
“T-Toji?” You stammered into the abyss, you had no courage to look up and see who had woken you up from your restless slumber. After all, you didn’t want the last thing you saw to be your murderer. 
“No, it’s Megumi,” your hand snapped to your side to see from whom such a soft voice was emitted. Above you stood a small boy with porcelain skin and raven hair, he couldn’t have been more than 6 years old.
My god, you thought, he looks just like-
“Toji is my dad, he said to wait in this room while he- while he got m-more of his happy juice… s-so he pushed me through th-that window a-and n-now my knee is bleeding!”
The young boy who tried to remain stoic eventually broke into a fit of relentless tears. He's a child, he’s a- he’s Toji’s… Toji has a child. Your brain went through the motions, trying to ride every wave of the ocean it was thrown into. 
Until one of those waves truly hit you- and you realized that there was a fucking child in your room.
And all of the sorrow you felt for the boy had turned into pure, unadulterated rage for his poor excuse of a father. 
You peeled yourself from the bed and tripped over the legs of your jeans as you tried to shrug them on while making your way to the door. Your hand stopped at the knob before turning to the kid. 
“Fuck… don’t go anywhere, okay kid?” You mumbled as you fished the pack of Marlboro's from the back pocket of your Levi’s and jammed one into your mouth, busting through the door and into the rainy parking lot… search frantically- ferally, for the one person you were dying to see most.
“Where the FUCK are you?! You asshole!” You screamed, voice cracking. “Show your fucking face you… you coward!” You were speechless, running to the middle of the parking lot, and scanning every dark car for someone hiding out- hiding from you. The rain sunk through your tank top, goosebumps pricking your skin, and then next you felt the tears. He was the last person you wanted to cry for, he didn’t deserve it, the fucker would probably enjoy it if you didn’t know him any better.
“Fuck you!” You seethed, bare feet taking you in circles around the flooded lot. “Fuck! You! I hate you!” The tears finally poked through, staining your cheeks with old mascara.
“You always do this shit Toji Fushiguro! I hope you’re fucking dead! You fucking deadbeat father!”
After twenty minutes of your parking lot charades, the motel manager had to nearly drag you back to your room- a freezing cold, screaming maniac. The boy- Megumi, was sitting next to you cross-legged on the bed with a patched up knee and an ice cream sandwich from the vending machine three rooms down. He hummed to the tune of the children’s show that played on the television, swaying back and forth in contentment. The fact that you were babysitting the child of the man that you were fuck buddies with amused you as you scoffed to yourself. 
“You know… your dad didn’t tell me had a kid,” the little boy’s attention remained fixed on the screen, ignoring you completely while his dark eyes memorized the flashes of color and cartoons in front of him. Hm, he really is Toji’s kid. 
“How's your knee, Megs?” Your fingers ran across the pink bandaid you’d stuck over his scrape, making sure the adhesive wasn’t lifting off of his damp skin. Vanilla filling seeped through Megumi’s tiny fingers. Chocolate crumbles littered his plump cheeks as he stuck the final bite of his ice cream sandwich in his mouth, stuffing his cheeks full. 
“My knee is fine!” He mumbled through a full mouth, patting his sticky palm over his wound. Your mind toyed with the idea of whether or not now was a good time to mention his father again, but knowing Toji, if you didn’t mention him he wouldn’t even bother coming back. So keeping the boy’s best interest at heart, you casually brought up his father’s name for a second time. 
“Megumi… can you tell me where your dad is?” You folded your hands in your lap as you awaited his response. Tears pricked at the boy’s gloomy eyes, a storm just as tumultuous was raging in him as it was outside. Messy palms wiped themselves across his white race car shirt, before they came up to wipe at his face.
“I-I told you… he s-said he was going to get more of his happy juice… he said to wait here with a lady named ___. Th-that’s what he said to do!”
Megumi’s quiet words turned into an erratic tantrum. Tears flooded his eyes as he snorted up a wad of snot, the race car on his shirt slowly starting to drive on wet roads. You were going to kill Toji. You didn’t give a crap about the way he treated you anymore, he had a child who was helpless. And god knows the child was helpless if the person Toji decided to leave him with was you. 
The docile boy leaned sweetly into your arms, begging for some form of comfort, it was evident that he’d never received any from his own father before. The sleeves of your sweater moved hesitantly to wrap themselves around Megumi’s shaking body, afraid that if you were to embrace him fully the dam that’s been holding back all of your emotions would suddenly break. It wasn’t your place to nurture this child, it wasn’t your place to offer him another outlet for parental guidance. But as you sat at the edge of the motel bed with the little boy, it felt as if you were sitting at the edge of a cliff, and you could either sink or swim with Megumi’s life in your hands. The moment you felt his frail arms hug you back, the dam fell, and you were in too deep to stop giving a fuck now. 
You brought a hand to his wild hair. It stuck up in all directions, he told you earlier that he stole some gel from his dad’s bathroom, and that Toji let him do it however he wanted to. You remember laughing at that, seemingly because it sounded like something Toji would say. Your cheek felt cool against the top of his head, his hair still drying from the torrential storm that brewed just outside the window. Every string inside of you that was holding your emotional state together at the seams had ripped in two as Megumi began to sob more violently than before. His red cheeks moved from right to left across your sweater, wiping snot, drool and tears all over you. With thoughts clouded and the slightest knowledge of how to take care of a child flying out the window, you began to panic. Toji had left his offspring, his flesh and blood, with you, his emotionally corrupted, immature, and attention deprived fuck buddy. 
Why?
With tender hands you tuck the covers under Megumi’s petite body. Your heart crumbled completely when you saw how the tears dried on Megumi’s cheeks, how his breathing was congested with mucus, and how his swollen eyes twitched in his sleep. He was having a nightmare. The bed dipped in as you sat beside him and ran fragile fingers over his forehead, sweeping his long hair out of his eyes. For the first time that night you let tears fall from your eyes, as you gazed at the broken child with an instinct to care for him, to help him grow, if Toji wasn’t going to be there to do it. You watched as Megumi’s body relaxed under your touch, his breathing smooth, and his eyebrows drooping. A small smile formed on your face, it was time to fake happiness for this boy, if it meant that he would be okay.
“He’s a g-good kid r-ight?” Your head snapped up as Toji’s overbearing body stumbled through the window, his hand desperately grasping for some kind of support from the wall. God, you really needed to lock that fucking window or god knows what other Fushiguro would trip through it. 
An animosity so intense boiled within you, clawing at your stomach, dying to be taken out on the drunken man stood in front of you. The tears returned to your eyes, his silhouette doubled as your vision blurred. 
“D-don’t you fucking come near me you asshole,” you whispered, there were no words in the world that could’ve described how badly you wanted to scream at Toji until his eardrums popped. Alas you couldn’t… you couldn’t let Megumi see his father like this. 
“Exc-use me but I'd l-like to see my-my son,” words slurred out of his wet lips, a line of saliva falling out of the corner of his mouth. 
“Toji… don’t even think for a second I’d let you near him,” your delicate hands pushed against his steel chest, helplessly punching into him to stop him in his tracks. His strong hands wrapped themselves around your wrists tightly as he looked you in the eyes with an intoxicated heat. 
“Toji… why? Why wouldn’t you tell me you had a fucking child? Is this who you ran away from every weekend we spent together?” Your hand shakily pointed to little Megumi’s sleeping body, “Do you understand how fucked up that makes me feel? How fucked up that makes you? God! I knew you were a piece of shit but Toji… this is rich, this is- this is the icing on the fucking cake… you disgust me!” You whispered as Toji’s hands repositioned themselves to cup your cheeks, his calloused thumbs coming to wipe the lines of mascara running down your face. Although blank and empty, his stare alone spoke a thousand words.
It told you that he was broken, that he was filled to the brink with regret, that he hated- no, absolutely loathed himself. Toji knew he was a piece of shit, he knew he was wrong for hiding his son from you, and he knew he was wrong for hiding you from his son. He had lasted long enough pushing everything under a compact rug until it couldn’t hold much more, and now every fucked up thing in his life was catching up to him, and you were watching it happen right in this depressing, wet, and cramped motel room.
“I-I didn’t know wh-where else to bring him, I-I mean look at me I can’t be with him right now…” Toji fell to his knees and gripped your calves with his hands, crying into the damp denim of your jeans. You stood stiff, frozen in place and in disbelief at what was happening. The brazen man that you knew so well, that dripped with confidence, with ego, with a sense of security, had shattered completely. Toji’s back muscles contracted as he dry heaved onto the floor, the contents of his stomach just missing your feet. He looked up at you with an empty expression. Snot was dripping out of his nose, his jaw was trembling and his face was littered with tears and red splotches.
“Toji-” You reached for him.
“No… please hear m- me out…”
“I'll listen to you… outside…” You fired, “I’m not- I refuse to do this here when your son is sleeping right there!” You hoisted his body up off the floor as the two of you staggered into the storm. He leaned his body up against the door to 4C as you closed it, boring holes into your head, desperate for you to say anything. You wrapped your sweater around you tighter as rain propelled towards your shivering bodies. You two must have looked mad… drenched, drunken and depressed, in the middle of a storm, enveloped in darkness, hugging yourselves as if that would be of any help. Only the light of the moon and from the other motel rooms made it possible for you to see Toji’s face. The sounds of his rabid sobs mixed with the intensity of the rain pelting the ground, the freezing winds icing over his face sobered him up a bit. Toji began speaking as you looked down at your bare feet once again being swallowed by the wet pavement.
“I don’t trust anyone else,” Toji burns a hole into the parking lot with his stare, watching it flood slowly, he didn't have the guts to look at you, not yet. The single traffic light across the street whipped back and forth in the wind, streaks of light painting the foggy air. You leaned up against the door next to Toji, your tiny body being engulfed by his large, shaking one.
“…I didn’t trust a-anyone else w-with Megumi, I’m a threat to my own fucking kid, can you believe that?” You thought about it for a second, and you could completely believe it, the fact that Toji hid his son from you for this long should’ve spoken for itself. Your somber silhouettes shivered against the outside of the motel, both of your minds racing to deliberate how you would work yourselves through this mess. You almost wanted to laugh, the last people on this earth you would expect to be parents were you and Toji. With the breath kicked out of you, you slid down to the pavement and let yourself hit the ground. You hugged your knees with your shuddering hands and watched the cars slowly maneuver their way around the dimly lit parking lot. Toji’s hand navigates its way to the top of your head and smooths his fingers over your hair.
“Toji… I just have so many questions-”
“So ask them,” for once you looked at him with soft eyes, his voice trembled every time he spoke, you could try to fill the shell of a fractured man with love, with empathy, but everything you could possibly give him would just seep through the cracks of his ego. 
“…I keep my circles small… so I didn’t have many options of who to leave the kid with… you’re the only person that I’ve allowed myself to get close to…” He ran a hand over his face, his body began to sink down next to you, extending his legs flat to the ground as his pants soaked with rainwater, “and you haven’t rejected me yet so I threw one more thing on you… is that okay?” 
Was it okay? Of all the fucked up things you and Toji have done together, you scoffed in disbelief as your hands began to trace circles on the flooding ground beneath you, swirling rainwater in between your fingers.
“…and his mother?” Your voice cracked as your heart sank at what you could only predict his answer would be. Toji's jaw stiffened, grinding it back and forth as he reached for a pack of soggy cigarettes from his back pocket. 
“Shit,” he muttered. He rung out the pack of smokes in his strong hold, the damp paper pushing between the cracks of his fingers. You looked at him and he looked straight ahead, watching small ripples form in the puddles of water upon impact from the rain.
“She’s dead… died when he was just born,” your chest weakened at his words, eyes overwhelmed with sorrow. Toji's lips began to tremble as he tried to bite back his tears. He was tired of crying, tired of not being strong anymore, and tired of not being a good father, for that’s the strongest thing a man could ever be. 
“…So the kid got stuck with me… he- I don’t deserve him, I don’t deserve to be a father to a kid as good as him…” In his most vulnerable state, you chalked up the courage to take his hand in yours and rub your thumb over his scarlet knuckles. You sat like that for a while, legs sprawled out over the drenched concrete, the ends of your feet grazing each other ever so softly.
“Toji…” your voice came out barely above a whisper, “…don’t say that… Megumi needs you,” Toji’s breath hitched in his chest as he coughed back the urge to cry anymore, “Megumi needs you to get better for him… that kid- he looks up to you so fucking much. He sat next to me for an hour talking about you alone.”
You pulled your knees into your chest and buried them under your sweater to shield your icy legs from the cold. You felt Toji’s blue eyes burn holes into the side of your head, he was desperate for any taste of guidance.
“You’re lying… the kid barely knows me, he”-
“So help him know you! Toji you can’t fucking give up on that kid… and you sure as hell can’t dump him on me and expect me to make up for the years you neglected him! I won’t fucking do it, not without you…” Your screams broke into a whisper. 
You wanted Toji. You wanted him a month ago when he was just an asshole without a kid, and you want him now that he’s just an asshole with a kid. You shifted your body to sit closer to his, his silhouette swallowing yours in size as you curled up next to him on the concrete. Resting your head on his shoulder, he inched his hand towards yours to lift your knuckles to his lips and kiss them gently, one by one.
“Toji…” you continued, your eyes not leaving the ground, “I want to be with you, I want to love you- and if Megumi comes with you I’ll love him too… that’s what you’re asking of me, yeah?” You lifted your head to look at him, leaving your faces only inches apart as you gazed into each other’s eyes. Toji nodded his head slowly, he never asked for help, it was a sign of vulnerability. But the kid was the only exception for Toji, he always has been. He'd always absorb everything like a sponge until he physically couldn’t hold any more dirty water, tearing every time he had to ring out all of his baggage. 
“You wanna know why you’re an asshole?” You’re probed, finally striking a light on one of his gnarly cigs and blowing the smoke onto his face. The scarred corner of his mouth twitched upward, enough for only you to notice. 
“Pray tell, doll.” He chuckled in a husky voice, his calloused hand reaching for the cigarette you held before you smacked it away. He scoffed, “That came from my pack, you know?” 
“The least you could do for me is bum me a cig, no?” You jabbed, the burning cherry hanging from your fingers as your hand bounced around with your words. 
Silence. 
“Well… you’re an asshole Fushiguro…” You continued without any more permission, hesitant to tell him what you wanted to. You feared you’d opened up too much already. Your tongue dragged over your teeth as you worked out your next sentence. 
“You-“ You took a long drag, “You are a raging dick, actually. Because-” you paused to look over at him, and surprisingly enough, you had his complete attention. And his eyes weren’t hardened but- soft. And his breathing was less ragged than it was ten minutes ago. You swallowed hard as his eyes dropped to your mouth. 
“You know you could hop on the next train out of here with no intention of seeing me again…” You whispered. “And I’d fucking love the shit out of that kid regardless, right?” He smirked at your choice of words, Toji tried hard not to love things, in the end everything he gets close to fades away and dies. But he believed that he loved you, and he loved the way you were prepared to drop everything to nurture the most secret part of his life. All he could do was stare at your face, gentle, warm, and glowing in the rain. Though it felt like the whole world was after him he felt safe next to you, and he despised the feeling, for it meant that he was prepared to give himself to someone for a second time, and he wasn’t ready to lose another. 
“And that’s why I left him with you,” he smirked. He winced as you smacked him across the face, your eyes wide and feral.
“Yeah I know, I know that’s why you did it you fuck!” You scream-whispered, still mindful of Megumi just behind the door. “But don’t expect me to be- h-hot shit at this mother thing- I won’t hesitate to throw you under the bus if it means protecting him!” 
You were standing now, and you were pacing, and reality was hitting you, and the adrenaline rush you were riding for the past thirty minutes was wearing off and you were scared. Your hand shook as you rose the dwindling cigarette to your lips, your body shaking from both the rain and the kiss of reality. Struggling to inhale from the damp bud, Toji cut off your train of thought.
“I know you won’t, that’s why I left him with you,” he said sternly, his figure now towering over yours. He grabbed his face in your hands, and it was just as much a loving act as it was a ‘I need you to get your head on straight and focus’ act. He pushed your cheeks in and shook your face ever so slightly, “You listen to me- That. Is. Why. I. Left. Him. With. You.” 
He spoke roughly, dividing every word with a quick pause so you could get it through your head. He pressed his forehead to yours so you were eye to eye. “Hey,” he brushed some matted hair away from your wet forehead. You knew he saw the tears welling in your eyes, and you wish you could push him away so he could never see you cry again. But you couldn’t, you felt that you loved him far too much to do that. Your shoulders shook as you let them fall, you cursed yourself for letting it happen. 
“Fucking listen to me,” Toji jabbed, “I left him with you because you- you don’t fear me. You will throw me under the bus, you’ll push me in front of a fucking train, for that kid,” he actually laughed at the thought, “I know no other person that will hold me accountable- even if it meant my bloody death.” 
You shook yourself out of his hold, throwing your burnt out cigarette on the ground between you two, setting an imaginary border so you could think clearly away from him. 
“Are you sober enough to hear me out?” You asked quietly but not lacking any ounce of aggression. 
“Since you slapped the living shit out of me? I’d say I’m pretty okay,” Toji took one step towards you before you stopped him in his tracks.
“You stay over there and you listen to me,” you growled. You nervously rung out your hands, pulling on every knuckle and joint while you spoke. 
“… I hope you don’t… run away.” You paused, “No- actually, you will not run away,” Your words left your mouth like you were prophesying commandments to a lost disciple. “He needs you with him, Toji. He is tired of you disappearing.”
Toji listened to you like your voice was the last thing he’d hear in his life, yet he wanted you to stop talking. The more you spoke the more bound to the tracks he felt, and he had never been bound to anything before, he did as he pleased, always. So Toji prayed you wouldn’t utter another word that would keep him here. He had to leave, if he stayed you would get hurt, that’s how it always went. But with every word that left your mouth you pulled him in and glued him to the ground he stood on. 
He let out an exasperated sigh as you wrapped a hand in his hair, using it as leverage to push your foreheads back together. He was speechless, there was so much he could say to you, to convince you to kick him to the curb, but his words were stuck in his throat.
“I am tired of you disappearing,” the ropes that kept his body bound to the tracks drew tighter, and in the distance he saw the headlights of a train inching closer by the second.  
“I know you think it’s hopeless, that it’s not even worth trying, but your son having any shot at living a normal life is worth fighting for… Toji, please-” 
And then the train struck him, just as promised, this wouldn’t be the last one you pushed him in front of. 
Your grip on Toji’s hair loosened as his lips crushed themselves onto yours. He pulled you closer, needed you closer, hugging you into his chest as you caressed the sides of his face with your hands, thumbs rubbing at his scarred cheekbones. You tasted like salvation. Toji knew deep down that you were his salvation. 
“I’m not asking you to fix me, I’m way past that- I'm just asking you to be patient… for the kid.” He whispered against your lips, the tears that littered your cheeks dampened his. “I care…” he swallowed his words, “...I care about you- alot.”
“Jesus fuck, did it kill you to say that?” For the first time that night you laughed genuinely, and Toji’s mind was clear. It was carved in stone, he had claimed you and now he’s responsible for your life now, alongside Megumi’s. He raised his hands off your hips as if you were a fragile porcelain doll, too afraid to hurt you now that he’s held you- truly, held you. You looked at him questioningly, already missing the feeling of his skin against yours.
“I don't want you to get hurt… I don’t want Megumi to lose anyone else, he needs something I’m afraid I can’t give to him-”
“Shut up,” your eyebrows furrowed together as you shook his head gently, “Don’t go there… you dumb fuck,” bringing his lips to yours once more, he finally released under your touch, the feeling of you safe and in his arms put his restless thoughts to bed.
“I'm here, Megumi is sleeping soundly inside… we’re gonna be okay. Everything is a fucking mess. Because you did kind of fuck it, but we’ll figure it out,” you insisted, taking his hands in yours and placing them on your heart. Toji dropped his head to the crook of your neck and closed his eyes as the soft thump of your heartbeat grazed against his fingertips.
“Do you feel that? I’m alive you asshole… I’m not dead yet.”
—-
Toji knew you would stick around for a while.
He was right, because here you were, two years later, with Megumi cradled in your arms as you carried him up the winding steps of your Victorian home, placing soft kisses on his forehead and lulling him to sleep. Today was the anniversary of that night at the motel, when you met Megumi for the first time and decided to help Toji care for him even when you were entirely lost yourself. You haven’t been back there since, you three left the next morning on a train and never looked back. You told Toji that if you did it would be bad luck, so he kept moving forward for you and his son, to finally give him a life he deserved. But tonight you two thought it would be nice to visit one more time, on your anniversary, just for old time’s sake.
Toji watched as you tiptoed back down the steps and gave him a gentle thumbs up, signaling that Megumi had finally fallen asleep. Toji wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up into him, peppering kisses all over your blushing face. You placed a sloppy kiss onto his lips before jumping down and giving him a little twirl.
“C’mon baby, let’s go!” You wrapped your hand in his and dragged him to the door. His face relaxed into a content smile, after all this time, his little bird was still as free as ever.
Around your neck you donned a good locket that Toji had gotten you for your birthday, it moved up and down against your chest as you took deep breaths standing in front of an old friend. The door to room 4C looked just as you left it, with a few more cracks here and there. Your body shuddered as you looked down at the ground in front of it, still feeling the presence of your younger self clad in a drenched sweater, curled up next to a younger, drunken Toji. A warm smile spread across your face as you remembered how scared you two were, unsure of the world and without a plan, shivering in the pouring rain as you thought about your futures together. 
Tonight the sky was clear, the only thing that surrounded you was the sound of cicadas singing. You looked up to your side as you felt Toji’s fingers intertwined with yours, holding onto your hand loosely. He looked down at you and smirked, although you two were much more mature and cared about whether you lost your lives or not for Megumi’s sake, deep down you two would always be the notorious fuck-ups that happened to fit perfectly together.
“Wanna wreck some havoc one last time?” he asked you. You giggled as your hand twirled the brass doorknob, entering the room that you and Toji made love in more times than you could count, the room that you got high in, got drunk in, the room that you fought in, that you threw television remotes at each other in… the room that you eventually fell in love in.
Your fingertips grazed the stiff blankets, the cherry red countertops, the cheap coffee maker, as you took every detail in. Everything was left just the way it was on the night. You let out a chuckle underneath your breath as you sunk your fingers into the mattress, remembering how Megumi’s body slept here soundly as you and Toji decided what the fuck you were to make of yourselves just outside.
“I'm glad you pushed Megumi in here that night…” you whispered as you lifted the blanket up, they could never remove the stain of his chocolate ice cream sandwich from the white sheets. Toji watched as you reminisced, taking in every inch of you, before your eyes finally met as you dragged your gaze across the tacky flower paintings that decorated the walls. Your eyes rested on his face as you drank the sight of him in. Toji was happy, he was at peace with what his life had turned out to be.
“The way it all happened was absolutely fucking ridiculous I hope you know that…” You rolled your eyes at him as he crossed his arms and leaned up against the kitschy wallpaper. “...but I wouldn't change a thing, it happened the way it did for a reason.” 
He watched as your hips swayed back and forth underneath your black slip dress, his heartbeat speeding up as you draped your arms around his neck and leaned him further back into the wall. Toji, the hardened man that could effortlessly punch through anything that looked at him the wrong way, softened immediately when he was with you. You were his biggest source of strength, but his ultimate weakness nonetheless.
“Hold me, Toji,” you whispered as you brought your lips to his, feeling his brute arms tie themselves around your tiny waist, “…I love you baby,” you murmured as your lips moved against his.
“Thank you,” Toji had spoken for the first time since you two entered the room, too enamored with you to form any coherent words until this point. He watched as the orange light from the bedside table illuminated the back of your head, the halo of light framed your face like an angel.
“What?” you continued to pepper kisses all over his face, gently alternating back and forth from each cheek as your fingers played with his dark hair.
“For saving me… for loving Megumi… you didn’t have to fucking do that… you could’ve been free but you chose this life,” he pulled you up into him, shoving his face into your neck and taking in your scent. Toji was deathly afraid of losing you, so when he held you, he held you like it was going to be the last time he’d ever get to. You were his second chance at life, and if he could, he’d have you by his side forever.
“And I wouldn’t have chosen any different.” You croaked, your fingernails grazing the back of his neck. 
“I wanted you then Toji and I still want you now, heaven and hell would have to meet on this earth to get me to stop loving you…” Your words were barely above a whisper, making sure they were for him and only him. Toji’s lips began to move against your neck and his hand tugged your head back by your hair, giving him more room to mark you. 
“Toji, plea-“ You whined breathlessly, eyebrows furrowing together as everything inside you became bubbly and grew more sensitive with every touch. 
“Have you ever thought about…” His lips paused against your neck, his grip on you tightening before he let up, “Fuck it, nevermind.” He shut himself down before he could even finish his thought. You nudged his head out from where it was hiding on your shoulder and forced him to look at you. You always found it funny that you held such a threatening man like putty in your hands.
“No… say it, tell me please,” you rested your hands on either side of his face, letting him know it was okay, you gleamed up at him as the flashes of the television reflected in your eyes, his heart swelled at the sight of you. Toji broke his eye contact with you, anxious of how you’d respond to his question. Toji was anxious. And you could feel it. And then his jaw clenched before his grip on you tightened once again, even now he couldn’t let the fortress that he hid inside break. 
“Have you ever thought about… having another kid?” His eyes were dark, and a grin almost devious teased the corners of his mouth, and all of a sudden you felt how you did two years ago. And the Toji you fell for was standing there and he was so close to you and you were in his arms. He was teasing you like you were helpless teenagers in love. And though you loved Megumi so deeply- he was safe with the nanny at home… and you and Toji were just you and Toji again. You wanted him as fiercely as you did two years ago, and you wanted him to make love to you the way he did two years ago. Everything had been so gentle since you two were last here, and you watched Toji grow into an amazing father. You understood that he treated you like glass because he didn’t want to lose you like he has everyone else. And he was so good to you. But fuck, he was too good sometimes and you wanted that asshole back. 
You pushed yourself into his chest and nudged his face in your direction with your nose, smiling softly as you watched a storm brew in his eyes alone. Your breasts nearly spilled out of the neckline of your dress as you pressed your chest to his. You felt him tense as you licked your way up from his neck to his ear, placing a kiss on the sensitive skin behind it. 
“Toji… I think about it everyday,” you whispered, his grip around your waist tightened as he exhaled sharply, as if he was holding himself back. 
“Do you think about a boy or girl?” He teased, beginning to trace his fingers on your thighs just below the hem of your dress. Your body instinctually moved into his, your words caught in your throat and your eyes lost in his. Toji smirked down at you, watching the way you curled around his finger so easily.
“Hey,” he snapped, taking your chin in a firm hold, “What did I ask you, princess? Stay with me.” 
His other hand that remained just underneath your ass rose a few inches to give it a taught squeeze. He chuckled softly watching you twitch at the sensation. With your chin still in his hand he snapped your face to the left, pressing his nose against your cheek and inhaling deeply, before placing a hard, sloppy kiss to it.
“Tell me.” He pushed your face back so it was an inch away from his, “Do you want me to give you a boy or a girl?” 
The stench of lust stained the walls, the carpets, the bedsheets, your clothes… it stuck to everything. This fucking room made the two of you feral. Toji had you melting in his hands and you wanted him to mold you to fit perfectly to him. Your hands traced down to his chest, feeling the muscles that pulled underneath his fitted black shirt. You took handfuls of the fabric into your fists as you smashed your lips to his, and he reciprocated immediately, like he was a robot built to respond to your commands. His hands flew everywhere, feeling every inch of you. They traced your thighs, slipped under your dress and up your spine, they traced the curves of your breasts and trailed up your neck, before stopping at the back of your head, bringing your face impossibly closer to his. He wanted you to mix together like a forbidden cocktail, whiskey and vodka, dark and light, never to be put together but when they are, they can be deadly. 
You pushed from his unforgiving hold, to look up at him, the two of you breathing heavily, gasping for air like all that was left in the room was sucked out of it. You stumbled backwards as he watched you quizzically, wondering why the fuck you weren’t glued to him right now. You wanted him to see you, fully. So you stopped walking backwards until your legs hit the end of the bed. 
Slowly, your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress, your cheeks heating as Toji smirked and crossed his arms. He watched you with a tilted head and his tongue poking at his cheek, in disbelief that you were his. But his smile dropped when you took hold of your dress and inched it up your soft skin, revealing the lace panties you had been wearing. Then you pushed the silk fabric past your belly button, and Toji could only imagine how that stomach would look big and swollen with his child. You stopped there, and slowly dragged your hands around your stomach, before they rested on top of your womb, your eyes never leaving one another. 
“I don’t care about the gender of the baby… as long as it’s our baby and we take care of it together,” you whispered as you fixed your gaze on Toji’s chest, too nervous to look him in the eye. A primitive feeling ignited within him as he witnessed those words leave your mouth. Someone wanted him, not for dirty work, not to be used, but to love him and share a love with him, he never thought himself capable of feeling compassion for another like this in his life. He wanted to claim you in every sense of the word, fill you up, and burn his name onto your heart. 
“You wanna give me a baby?” He growled from across the room, his shadows reached you from six feet away and enveloped your body, the vibrato of his voice shooting straight to your core. The idea of Toji marking you permanently made your insides curl, wet at the thought of it. Your eyes filled with lust and need, begging him to take you right here. He lost all of his senses as he looked at you turning into a needy little thing for him, breasts supple and on display as they heaved up and down. He imagined how they'd swell and fill with milk for his child, his gaze shot up to your lips, wet as you bit and licked at them, stains of the dark lip liner you had put on before you left, remaining on your skin like a ghost. Then they shot to your eyes, nearly tearing up with need, need to be touched and his completely. Something in you shifted when his gaze softened and his stance relaxed. 
“Fuck… I wanna give you a baby Toji.” You whispered as you felt the first tear roll down your cheek, and within seconds Toji was up against you once more, lips molding to yours and his hands tangled in your hair. The weight and force of him pushed you back as you prepared to hit the bed. You took one of his hands from behind your head and placed it on your stomach, pausing from the kiss to look at him, saying all you needed to tell him with the one stare. 
The rubber band inside of him snapped in that moment, he was madly in love with you, and the way you cared for Megumi so tenderly drove him up a wall. Watching you rock him to sleep, cook him breakfast in the morning, dance carelessly around the living room with him in your arms- he wanted to do it all over again with you, and start at the very beginning this time. He nodded frantically and wordlessly as he laid you back on the bed, pulling the heels off your feet as he crawled over you until he’d pushed you to the head of the bed, eyes never leaving yours. His lips met your collar bone, sucking on the skin that peaked beneath the strap of your dress, you wrapped a hand in his hair and pushed him into your chest as you whimpered, desperate for more.
He pulled his lips from your skin, placing a chaste kiss on the fresh bruise he mouthed onto your chest before placing a strong hand on your stomach, the other bringing itself to your head to make you look at him.  
“Fuck, princess… tell me what you want again.” He whispered, pushing down on the soft skin of your stomach and tracing circles around your belly button with his thumb. Something about that movement turned you feral, as Toji hit all the right spots within you with his words. You crashed your lips into his as you growled into his throat, staking your claim on him. Toji was yours, and you wanted to make sure he knew it. 
“M’hm…” You hummed as you rotate your hips into his thighs, “I wanna have your baby,” Toji squeezed your thighs before he pushed the rest of your dress up above your head, nearly panting as he watching your breasts spill out. He took one nipple into his mouth and the other in his hand, your body arching at the sudden change of pace. He sucked and twirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, the other hard and taught between the rough pads of his fingers. You always loved the way Toji could handle you, he was the only man that was ever able to give you exactly what you needed. It had always been that way, just you and him, becoming experts in each other’s bodies, memorizing every curve and trigger that made one another sing. 
He lifted himself up from your breasts so that his face was hovering above yours and your head was trapped between his arms, he looked at you… and for a second you could’ve sworn you saw sadness wash over his face.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you and I'll do it, tonight you have me completely,” Toji whispered, tracing the contours of your face. You hid in his shadows, unsure what to make of that statement. Your breathing was ragged as you searched his face for the cause of the sudden gloom he casted over the bed you two occupied. You reached up to trace the dips of his jaw and cheekbones, back around his head before your fingers lingered over his lips. 
“Toji, what’s wrong?” You asked wearily, “Don’t I have you completely every other night we spend together?” His gaze saddened, and this time it definitely had. You grew incredibly nervous, because despite the fact that you had Toji for two years… deep, deep down, you knew that he was a force that couldn’t be tamed.  
“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. He laid his body weight on top of you, caging you into him as if to protect you from an impending doom. 
“And because I can’t lose you…” Your breath hitched in your throat at his next set of words. You couldn’t let him finish. 
“Toji… no.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his back and hugging him into you. 
“I’m sorry, I have to.” He shook in your hold, his hand wrapping around the back of your head and pushing it into his neck as you began to sob. You struggled to escape his grasp, you needed to fucking breathe. 
“Toji… get the fuck off of me.” You bit through tears, but he wouldn’t budge. 
“Let fucking go of me!” You pushed, squirming away when you felt him loosen up. You tripped your way out of the bed and hid yourself in the corner of the room, between the big TV and the bathroom. You sheltered your naked body by crossing your arms over your chest and your sobs became uncontrollable. You burned holes into his back as he knelt on the bed with his hands unfolded in his lap, he stared at them, empty and without you in them. 
“I have to leave-“ He began. 
“Shut up.” You whispered, begging him to stop.
“It’s the only way you and Megumi will be safe.” He pushed. 
“I don’t fucking care-“
“You don’t care about my son?” He screamed into the void of the bedsheets, the palms of his hands digging at his weary eyes. The statement shook you, it clawed at the deepest parts of you and ripped them out. Left you gutted. 
“How f-fucking dare you…” You choked, his back was still turned to you. You looked around the room in frantic disbelief, fists punching at your head. “You can at least turn around… and fucking LOOK AT ME… While you tell me that I don’t care about MY SON!”
You were towering above him now, for once in the years you had known this man the power dynamic had shifted. What was different was that you’d experienced another kind of love, and that love left you with a reflex that would cut anyone that threatened it. Toji had been training you up for this moment, the one where he would finally say he was leaving again, and you’d have to be there for Megumi on your own. 
You shoved at his back and he didn’t budge, so you shoved again, and again he didn’t budge. 
“He’s my son too….” You seethed, “ And I will not let you sit there with your back turned to me…” You continued as you rounded the bed so you were facing him. “Just so you can fucking tell me that I don’t care about him!” 
He kneeled as still as a statue, the silence surrounding him almost sickening. And the more you stared at Toji, the more you wanted to laugh. You were not going to fall for his bullshit game again, because in the two years that you’ve loved him you’ve also learned him. 
“You’re a coward, Toji…” You shot to kill. “If you meant what you said you can look me in the eye and say it again.” 
Knowing he wouldn’t budge, you crawled onto the bed and kneeled beneath him, forcing yourself to look up into his eyes. They looked empty. 
“Go ahead and tell me that I don’t love my son, Toji,” you smirked, eyes wild and alight as they were when Toji first set eyes upon you years ago, when he knew he had to have you. You grabbed his chin and tilted it upwards as you crawled into his lap, straddling him so he had nowhere to go, nothing else to look at but you, nothing else to feel but you. You put your lips to his and growled, nothing but heat laced in your words. 
“Be a man… be a father… and tell me that I don’t love my fucking son.” A tear slipped down his cheek, and you could see mountains move in his eyes and you watched the walls of that fortress crack after two years. His hands fell to your hips, locking you in. 
“I can’t,” he whispered, “I can’t tell you that.” Sorrow held heavy in his gaze, as he tried to kiss you with your lips on his. You wouldn’t let him, pushing his face back into place. 
“Then tell me… why you would lie to me Toji,” you asked softly, your sadness, your embarrassment returning. “Why would you leave me again? Have I not been good enough-“
“No,” he cut you off, “No, never.” 
“Then what is it! Tell me why you’re leaving- again!”  You sobbed, your vision of him blurry now. Your hands wrapped around the back of his head as you pulled his body into your bare chest, feeling the wetness of his cheeks against your breasts. You dropped your head into the crook of his neck and sobbed, “What haven’t I done to make you see how much I love you?” 
“It’s not what you didn’t do,” he resolved, “It’s what you did do.” You shook as his fingers kissed up and down your spine. “You have done everything- I could’ve asked for. I am scared of the way I love you… and I am scared of the way you love me.” He tried to pull your face from his neck but you were the immovable statue this time. 
“Look at me,” He says sternly, forcing you from your hiding spot. He places a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I have never loved someone so much. I can’t stay away from you and I think that’ll be our downfall if I don’t leave now. My plan was never to stay, I was going to leave you with Megumi… but god, you’re like a fucking magnet. Of course I stumbled in after him and when I saw you sitting on that bed with him… my fate with you was set in stone, princess.” 
You were a blubbering baby, your hands holding his face as your thumbs rubbed his cheeks back and forth, like they were trying to memorize every scar and curve. You kissed his cheek as he continued, “It is everything you have made me… that’s the reason I have to leave. My work isn’t safe, once they know how soft I’ve become you will be the first people they target.” 
“Toji, I d-don’t care!” You blurted out, “I don’t care… I can take care of myself, I can take care of Megumi. Teach me then, huh? Teach me to f-fight o-o-or use a gun… please Toji… I need you here.” You weren’t even sure of what you were saying, you were just saying anything to keep him here longer. 
“You are all I have left-“ He pushed. 
“As you are to me!” You bit back. 
“Toji, you are all I have… please… please can we try?”
You practically begged, “What about our baby? Was that all just shit to get me to sleep with you one last time? Hm?” 
“No, of course not!” He shot back, words fiery and filled with passion. 
“So you were gonna what? Toji? Knock me up and leave?” You asked silently, holding your eye contact with him. “Because I really wanted- I really wanted to have that with you.” 
He bit back tears, swallowing deeply as you drilled into him. He just shook his head, if he wanted to keep you in his life he had to do this. He had to let you go. He gently pushed you off of him one last time, wincing when he felt you reach for him, your hand gracing his. 
“N-no Toji… no, please,” you begged, his heart tearing as he walked closer to the door, gathering his things slowly. He jolted when he felt your small body press into his back, hugging him from behind and shaking. It took everything in him to fight the urge to place his hand over yours. But feeling you slide to the floor behind him made him turn around to look at you. He had done it, he had broken you, and for the first time in his life he was disgusted that he had done that to someone. 
“Get up,” he choked. 
You refused. 
“Get. Up!” 
“No.”
“I’m not leaving you on the floor like this-“
“Then don’t fucking leave! You asshole!” You screamed at him wildly, smacking at his legs with weak jabs, the picture of a child throwing a tantrum. 
“If you ever loved me or Megumi you would stay!” You cried, “You would stay… and you would try for us…” 
“You can’t say that-“
“Yes I can because it’s true,” you shot your words at him like bullets leaving a gun, short and quick, one after the other. 
“When I agreed to take Megumi under my care… I said I would do it only if you stayed with me. I said I wasn’t going to let you run away. And if you think for a second that I didn’t mean it then you really are fucking dense Fushiguro.” 
Toji’s mouth quirked at the sound of you using his surname, you haven’t done that for a while. He set his sights on you for a reason all those years ago, he knew you were strong, he knew you were unwavering. He just never thought he’d meet someone as stubborn if not more stubborn than him. That’s why he knew you were the one he was going to leave Megumi with. And even now as he looked down at you he knew he made the right decision. You would chase him into the parking lot naked if he made a run for it and he knew that. No one was better for his family than you. His heart dropped when he felt your hand reach up to his, releasing him from his train of thought. You were beautiful. And he was sorry. And stupid for thinking that this wasn’t going to go over without a fight. He tightened his grip on your hand and knelt down to kiss it. Every knuckle. Every fingertip. And he knelt into your touch when you cradled his face.
You saw him make a swift movement from the corner of your eye, and you couldn’t move fast enough when you felt a piece of heavy metal weigh down your hand. In it Toji had placed a gun, you knew he always carried one but he’d keep it concealed around you. So you’d never actually seen it. To be holding it right now… you didn’t know what to do. You watched him as he moved to kneel behind you, his hand never leaving yours that held the revolver. 
You gasped as he brought an arm around your waist, fixing your posture so you were upright. And he adjusted your arms so the gun was pointing at the door of the motel room. His hands laid loosely over yours and his head rested in the crook of your neck. Your breathing grew heavy when he traced from your hand all the way back to your upper arm, fixing its position and propping it up at a 90 degree angle. 
“It’s like a dance, you see.” He whispered into your ear. 
“If you hold it properly, and give it room to move,” he loosened your grip on the trigger. 
“Not too tight, princess…” You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.
“It’ll hit all the right steps…” His finger covered yours on the trigger and you felt your heart stop, “and you’ll shoot ‘em dead.” 
“Bang!” Toji mimicked the sound of a gun as you jumped backwards into him and screamed, eyes squeezed shut. But you didn’t feel the reverb of the gun, you didn’t hear anything piercing the wooden door, only the vibration of Toji’s low chuckle in his throat. You turned around to see him propped up on both arms, staring at you in amusement while you stared at him in shock. 
Your hands shook as you examined the gun in your hands, before looking back up at his smiling face. His hands covered yours as he slowly took it out of your grip. 
“What the fuck, Toji?” You whispered, scared as if you’d actually shot something. 
“Safety’s on, sweetheart.” He teased, wrapping an arm around your neck and bringing you into him to place a wet kiss on your mouth. “I’ll let you do the real thing once you start getting good.” 
“What?” You stared at him in disbelief, but he didn’t miss that glimmer of excitement in your eyes. 
“I’ll teach you how to use a gun, I’ll teach you to fight, I’ll teach you whatever you want to know… so we can keep our kid safe.” He whispered, looking down at you with a warm smile on his face. 
“Yeah?” 
“Yes…” He whispered, “…I love you.” He added. 
“I love you too,” you almost didn’t believe it. 
“I mean it… I love you.” He repeated, like he could read your mind. But you were still hurt, and angry, and everything bad you could feel you felt. 
“I- prove it to me… that you mean it… I’ve proved myself to you enough tonight Toji… and I won’t stand to be made a fool,” your words bit, and you hope he felt them draw blood. Toji pulled you back into his chest and buried his face in your hair, taking in your scent. 
“You want me to prove it?” He whispered. His hands start to trail up your thighs, his mouth begins to place kisses on your neck. You sighed at his touch, placing your hands over his on your body. 
“Mhm,” you whimpered, leaning into his chest, your body becoming overly sensitive to his movements again. Toji’s hands pushed at your thighs, “Open up for me, princess.” You did as you were told, sliding your feet slowly so they could meet his boots on the carpeted floor, putting your clothed heat on display for him. He continued to draw circles on your thighs, more forcefully now, inching your legs open wider. 
“T-Toji, please,” you choked out, growing impatient. 
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered in your ear, sliding his hand under the waistband of your panties, his cold fingers scorched by your hot skin, “Come on… tell me, pretty girl. Had no problem biting my head off a moment ago.” 
“Fuck you,” you seethed through gritted teeth, trying to amass any pleasure from rutting your hips upwards. 
“Suppose I deserved that,” he chuckled, you could feel his chest shaking against your back. You leaned back into him and swung either of your legs over his highs, opening yourself up wide and demanding he touch you. “Dirty girl, that’s how you got tangled up with me in the first place- were just too damn needy…” His hand slipped under the crotch of your panties and you jerked as he placed his palm flat against you. Toji hissed at the wetness that met his skin, grabbing a handful of the slinky lace into his fist and tearing the cheap fabric off your body, “I’ll have to get you new ones.” 
“Please, Toji, please,” you were practically whimpering, begging for him. Jolting as he slapped your waiting cunt once, catching you off guard as you hissed at him. You placed your hand around his forearm and guided it as he massaged the sting of his strike out. 
“Tell me-“ He began again, letting his fingers slide up and down your folds, collecting all of the wetness before bringing them up to your mouth. You looked up at him behind you and he simply raised a brow, silently suggesting that you knew what to do. You took his hand in yours and dipped your mouth down onto the two fingers he pulled from beneath you, licking and sucking your arousal off of them. 
“Good girl, now tell me…” He pulled his fingers from your mouth and shoved them back down to your weeping heat, this time pushing them in and curling them upwards, holding you in place as your body contracted. 
“T-oji my god!” You gasped at the sudden movement. He shushed you, pressing his lips to your ear as his fingers writhed inside of you, “Shhh… tell me about how you’ve dreamed about giving me another baby,” Toji insisted, a glimmer of that ego shining through as he continued his ministrations, more aggressively this time, beginning to pump two fingers in and out of your cunt. 
“Mph-fuck, Toji please-” His fingers continued, pushing in and out of you, kissing your ear when your head dropped back onto his shoulder.
“Tell me, pretty girl, and I’ll give you more,” he began to speed up, wrapping his spare arm around your torso to hold you flush against him, spreading his thighs further, ensuring that your legs spread with him. You moaned at the action, rutting your hips up into his hand as you gave him what he wanted. 
“I- I’ve dreamed about it since we first bought the house together…” He began to place chaste kisses on your neck, sucking on the supple skin, adding a third finger inside of you. “Fuck… that’s too much To-”
“I think you can take it, how could you have my kids if you can’t even take three of my fingers, princess?” He started to pump slowly, letting you adjust to the size. “Now, go on.”
Your breathing was disorderly, your hands grabbing onto his thighs as you felt yourself swallow the girth of his fingers whole. “Ah- okay… w-we bought the house a-and, I think…” You thought back to the first time you set foot in the house after it was officially yours, you were in love with the Victorian architecture and since you loved it Toji loved it even more. 
“I think watching you paint Megumi’s room that bright blue… seeing you covered in paint… making sure e-everything was perfect for him.” You hadn’t even noticed him speeding up, until he started circling your clit with his thumb and you could’ve sworn you were gonna explode. “Toji- please, I think I’m going to-” 
“Not yet… finish,” he urged and you protested before you felt him land another strike to your clit, “Now.” 
“Oh, my god!” Your eyes crossed when he resumed, your abdomen shaking at the sensation, “W-watching you made me realize t-that… t-that we were going to b-be okay-ah!” The arm around your torso made its way up to your breasts, pinching and twisting at your nipples. “...It made me realize t-that I want to be in this- w-with you…hmph… for a long t-time…” You looked up at him with pursed eyebrows and your mouth agape, finding him already staring at you. His face was warm, your entire being felt warm. And then he sped up, fingers pounding in and out of you, his mouth dropping back down to your neck to litter it with hickies, your legs grew stiff and you frantically jutted up into the palm of his hand. 
“Toji- fuck! Please, please-”
“Tell. Me.” He growled, not letting up on his movements.
“I-I- oh fuck… I realized that I wanted to be with you… f-forever, To-ji. I wanted to h-have more kids w-with you a-and raise a f-amily…” Your eyes held his and you felt your toes curl and your insides turn. His mouth connected with yours, holding your jaw in place, as he growled into your mouth.
“Cum.”
You saw stars as his grip on your jaw tightened, swallowing all of your moans, all of your cries, and drinking them like they were a forbidden elixir. He held your legs open with his, pumping in and out of you relentlessly as he held your shaking body. You felt his length, hard against the small of your back, and you lost it completely when you felt him needily rutting up into you through his black denim. “Fuck Toji! I’m cumming. I’m cumming- ah!” 
You two were a sweaty bundle of bodies, desperately rutting into each other, trying to be impossibly close to one another. You reached an arm around his neck and drew him into a wet kiss, hungrily biting and sucking on his lips, his tongue, any inch of him you could take in. 
“More. Toji, please, I need you more.” You begged when his fingers finally released you. You wanted each other in ways you never had before, this time was… different. This time you two were consummating your own version of a fucked-up marriage. In sickness and health. In life and death. You would have each other completely. You felt how needy he was, the scent of your arousal on his mouth, on his hands, lingering everywhere, it turned him into an animal. You turned to face him and helped him out of his clothes. Peeling the shirt off his sweaty body as he kicked his boots off, licking a stripe up his abdomen with heaving breaths, your eyes never leaving him as you panted for him, need dripping off your tongue. Once you got to his neck, you began to leave bite marks along his collarbone, his jaw, your bare cunt rutting into his crotch, growling at the cotton boxer-briefs that kept skin from skin. Toji’s hands grazed over your body, tracing every curve and valley, letting you devour him, take him, do what you wanted with him. 
“Take these off,” You breathed against his neck, fingers pulling at the waistband of the boxers, he chuckled, grabbing you by the back of the head and forcing your eyes to meet his, “As you wish, mama.” 
Sure, there were partners before Toji, and the sex was fine. But no one had ever made you act the way he made you act. You were a partnership of two antagonists, just prodding and poking at each other to see who could make the other crazier. You were sure that tonight, Toji would win. 
Mama.
You saw stars at the word and he knew it. Toji watched your eyes grow as dark as his in seconds, trailing his every movement as he lifted his hips up and slid his boxers down his legs. You watched his cock smack his stomach, so rock hard it looked like it hurt. You needed him in cynical, territorial ways. As did he to you. 
“If you don’t put a baby in me right now Fushiguro…” His eyes widened at the vulgarness of your demand. He watched you kneel just feet away from him, observed the way your chest was heaving up and down, the locket he gifted you, the one you never took off, moving with it. He noticed the way your breasts looked heavier, nipples puffier. He noticed your arousal dripping down your thigh, he had never seen you so wet. And lastly, he noticed the way your hands guarded your stomach, as if they were guarding your precious womb until he came around to mark it. 
“Get on your back,” he barked, climbing over to you swiftly, not giving you time to follow his directions on your own as he had you laid down against the carpet in seconds. He licked his lips as he watched you draw your bitten lips into your mouth, waiting for him to do something.
“Tonight I am going to fucking worship you,” he growled, smashing his lips to yours, jamming his tongue down your throat and licking you everywhere unholy. His lips trailed down your breasts, your stomach, and he stopped above your thighs, leaving bite marks all the way down. He blew a puff of air onto your sticky heat, before teasing you with a small lick. The second your thighs flew upwards his hands held them down, gripping onto the fat like they were lifesavers. He stuck his tongue in your folds, firmly tracing circles around your clit and following the patterns of your vulva. 
“Toji!” You screamed, almost as if you wanted him to stop. But that couldn’t be further from the truth, you needed him to keep going. One of your hands tangled in his hair as the other held onto his, your body writhing like a fish out of water as he continued to suck and pull at your core, groaning into you every time you rode your hips against his face. 
“I-I can’t, please I’m-” You gasped for air, desperately moving your body up and down with his mouth, riding out the waves of pleasure he was giving you. Your body was still sensitive from  your orgasm just moments ago, you felt like you could burst at any moment. But Toji didn’t stop, he kept blowing air onto your clit, fucking you with his tongue and biting the soft skin around your mound. He reached up to grab hold of one of your breasts, squeezing and pinching as he himself ground into the carpet he laid upon. Your moans and your taste were his jet fuel, and he was getting off to every second of it. You watched his ass flex as he repeated his movements, drawing circles into the carpet with his cock. The sight of him desperately humping nothing sent you over the edge, screaming as you pulled at his hair, your thighs closing around his head.
“TojiohmygodI’mcummingfuck!” Your words came out a sloppy mess, unable to do anything but praise him for being so good to you. He continued to place kisses on your inner thighs until you were done riding out your high, your body finally falling back to the floor. 
“Feel okay?” He asked calmly, rising to his knees as your body occasionally twitched in your post-orgasmic euphoria. He ran his hands up and down your torso, gently massaging once he got down to your pelvic bones, working out the knots and work you had just put in to getting off on his face. He knelt down to kiss you deeply, tenderly this time, inhaling your scent and running his hand over your head.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. His eyes searching for answers in yours, “I’m sorry,” he uttered, digging his forehead into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry I tried to run away, you don’t deserve that.”
“Toji… I- I love you.” He kissed your forehead, his hand hitching themselves underneath your thighs, watching your eyebrows furrow together while he inched your knees up slowly.
“This comfortable?” He asked you for reassurance again and you nodded, and he pushed a little further, until your knees nearly touched your shoulders, you winced a little at the stretch of it, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he waited for you to adjust. When you open your eyes he’s looking down at you, kissing the insides of your calves and massaging them. 
“It hurts a little?” He asks again gently and you nod. He chuckles quietly as he leans down to kiss you, you inhale sharply as he puts pressure on your legs, stretching your hamstrings even more than intended.
“If I’m gonna put a baby in you, this is the best way, princess.” 
His words ran straight to your core, and you nodded frantically, feeling like a teenager having sex for the first time. So eager to feel him. This time with Toji felt different, call it- fucking with intention. Both of you felt the thickness of the air, you knew how much this meant. He placed a chaste kiss to your lips before whispering against them, “Let me know if you need me to stop.” 
Your eyes nearly crossed at the suggestion of him fucking you so hard you’d need to call it in, you just wanted to feel him already, “Mhm… Toji, please.”
His head dropped to your chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping him tighter when you felt his tip prop itself at your entrance. He laid his body flat against yours, you screamed at the burning in your legs, folded back against you with the weight of his body, but you wanted more. His arms caged your head in on either side and that was when you felt it. Toji watched the way your face contorted, your mouth dropping and eyes squeezing shut as he filled you at an angle he never had.
“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, inching his length into you further and further. He felt you claw at his back, skin sticking under your fingernails as you groaned with him, two animals fucking to conceive. The most primitive state of the human, fucking to reproduce, to bear offspring, to grow a family. 
“Toji-”
“Yes, princess,” he cut you off, “Oh fuck,” he gasped, bottoming out inside you, before hoisting your waist up to his and slinging your legs over his shoulders.
“T-Toji I’m so full!” You whined, grabbing onto his thighs folded on the floor as he knelt before you, buried deep in your cunt. 
“I know, baby, I know… be good and let me put a baby in you, okay?” He asked, placing kisses to your calves once again. You panted, nodding up at him while he made his first move. You groaned as he pulled himself out, before splitting you back open and bottoming out once again, “Fuck Toji, I need-” 
You felt it snap inside you again, whatever it was that made you feral, foaming at the mouth for the feeling of him inside you. “Toji I need you to fuck me…” You ground your hips into his, grasping at anything to give you leverage on his length. He looked down at you wearily, always so delicate, so fragile, “I don’t know if I should-”
“Fuck, Toji! Stop treating me like I’m glass and fuck me!” His eyes grew dark at your words, but still a glint of remorse held him back. You smacked at his chest, then looked down to remember that he was balls deep inside you, he seemed to remember at the same time because his stare turned wicked, “Look at me, Toji... I need you to fuck me baby.” 
You felt him begin to pick up his pace, slowly but surely rutting into you, fucking you deeper and deeper with every thrust. “F-uck, Toji!” Your mouth dropped as you watched a string of spit leave his mouth and drip on to where his cock and your cunt met, you gasped for air when he reached down to spread it around, lubing you up and preparing to go deeper, “T-oji, TojiTojiTojiii, please baby.”
“Yes, pretty girl. Fuck yes.” He gritted through his teeth, groaning at the way your tits bounced with every thrust, he reached out and cupped one in his hand, “Fuck, your tits are gonna be so full in a few months…” Your eyes rolled back at the way he groped it, playing with your nipple. Then your eyes fell to where you two connected and his gaze followed, the two of you watching Toji reappear and disappear inside of you, your wetness covering his cock, and his arousal being shoveled deeper and deeper inside of you.
You squealed as he thrusted harder, laying on top of you and rutting down into your heat. “Go ahead and touch yourself for me,” Toji instructed, and so you did. And a familiar feeling began to bubble up in your stomach, and for the third time that night Toji would ruin you. 
“Toji, please oh fuck-” He brought a hand up to your sweaty forehead, blowing air on it to cool you down, he then took your hand and placed it on your stomach, smirking as your eyes widened at what you felt.
“Feel that? Feel me inside of you?” He whispered, kissing you swiftly, feeling himself come close. You were a mess of moans and whines and you couldn’t even begin to explain the things that Toji was making you feel.
“Y-yes… yesyesyesdaddyIfeelit!” You cried as you circled your clit faster and pulled him closer, “Fuck yes! Right there baby, fuck me right there!” 
Toji growled, his hands now clawing at your thighs, the picture of two animals fucking wildly. Something sent him tipping past sanity as he pushed your legs all the way back, your ass up in the air as he thrusted down into you.
“Call me that again…” He seethed, grinning cynically at the way your eyes glazed over, his hand wrapped itself around your throat, enough to let you breathe. The sensation was overbearing, you started writhing underneath him, squirming and twitching while he kept his pace.
“F-uck,” you choked out, cracking what smile you could with Toji’s hand restricting you, “I want you to fill me up, Daddy.” Toji saw red, and blue, and every color that you helped him see in the past two years, and he fucked them all back into you. He kissed you with tenacity, lips tangled with lips and limbs tangled with limbs.
“I’m close,” he seethed.
“Me too,” you whispered.
“Boy or girl, tell me and I’ll fill you,” he whispered against your lips, saliva, snot and sweat mixing as you two breathed heavily into each other's mouths. Toji’s neck turned red the longer he held in his orgasm, the veins of his arms popping as he held you tightly, maneuvering you so you were in the perfect position to receive him. 
“I told you I don’t care,” you whispered back, feeling yourself close to the brink, tears forming in your eyes, “I told you I d-don’t care as long as I raise them with you.”
He smiled, “Pick a wild card.”
You smiled back.
“Girl,” you whispered. With your arms holding him closely against you, Toji began to writhe, his abdomen jerking in and out as he tried to control the strength of his orgasm.
“Fuck!” He screamed, fucking his seed into you, filling you up with himself. You pulled his face to yours and kissed him tenderly while you felt yourself clench around his length, milking him and riding out another orgasm of your own. 
“Yes,Toji! Yesyesyes!” You wrapped your legs around his torso and held him there, feeling his body twitch as he continued to shoot loads of himself into you. Your body shook as you took everything he had to give you, placing your hands atop his as he held your legs back, the two of you watching him push every drop that fell out back in. 
To think that you and Toji would end up here, there was a time when he was nothing but a fuck buddy to you, and you to him, now you desired something so intimate, so binding to his being. You couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly in his arms, and with that he looked down at you, smiling. Toji admittedly never smiled a lot before he met you, but as he looked down at you, he couldn’t be happier to smile in your presence. 
“Do you think we… got it?” You asked him, out of breath.
He raised his eyebrows, “You would doubt my work?” You smacked his chest and pushed him off of you, attempting to stand up but finding yourself weak in the knees. Toji approached you from behind and lifted you up slowly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him.
“I think we should try the bed out next,” he whispered, “See if it’s still any good?” 
You looked up at him in disbelief, “You want to do that again?” 
“You don’t?” He smirked.
“Well I-” You thought for a second while you melted into his hold, “I don’t not want to do that again.” He emitted a dark sound, while kissing the top of your head, and leading you step by step over to the old mattress. 
“Remember the first time we had sex here? I think I tied you to the headboard,” he suggested casually. Your hands tensed around his before you spun yourself around to face him, wanting to smack him, grin and all. He pushed himself into you and grabbed handfuls of your ass, lifting you up into him and taking in the sight.
“For old times sake, princess,” he persisted. Your tongue pushed at the inside of your cheek as you considered the idea. You supposed mother’s had to have fun too.
“...Just this once, asshole.”
“God, I love it when you call me that.”
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just this once (pt.2) (c.s)
You and Soobin have been friends forever...so one little kiss shouldn't hurt...right?
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warnings: sub! soobin x dom reader, very slight agoraphilia, biting, name-calling (binnie, ma'am/miss), degradation, praise, marking, pussy eating, penetration, breeding kink, use of mommy,
You went downstairs, as cool-natured as you could manage, and Soobin followed soon after. He gives your mother a kiss on the cheek and showers her with compliments on her cooking — like he's always done.
You didn't know why you hadn't seen it before. The way his raven hair cascades over his eyes, the shimmer of his creamy skin under the light. Soobin was beautiful in a way that made a boy sexy. All sharp lines and angles, yet gentle and innocent in a way that made him boyish and safe.
In between bites of your food, you catch Soobin staring. He turns pink from cheeks to ears, pushing around the corn on his plate. You look down at your shirt, subtly tugging it downward to reveal a tad more cleavage.
You look up and see him holding his breath, trying to avert his eyes elsewhere and shoving a spoonful of corn in his mouth.
"Did you finish your assignment, sweetie?" Your mom asks.
You dip your head in a nod, "Last one! Soobin helped me," you say, winking at him. He nods his head, ignoring your teasing, "She seemed to be struggling so—"
You kick him underneath the table. He chuckles. Soobin and your mom continue to talk to each other about classes, leaving you to entertain yourself with your own thoughts. And oh, did you have an idea.
Sliding your leg closer to him, you snake a socked foot up his leg, trailing his calf to his knee. Soobin's jaw ticks as he glances over at you, then returns to conversing with your mom. Your mouth turns in a smirk. Your foot makes it way to his chair, resting between his legs. Soobin shifts, opening his legs and giving you more space to work with.
You add pressure to his cock, rubbing back and forth in a way that has him half-hard already. Soobin, as well as he's masking it, is about to cave. He's about to apologize to your mother and drag you upstairs to finish what you started. He settles himself, forcing himself to pay attention to whatever your mom is saying. He doesn't really know. Nor does he really care. But he needs to pay attention to his maybe future in-laws.
Then you get up from the table, collect everyone's plates, and claim that you're going to get ready for bed. You look to him, curious whether he's going to take this as his time to exit as well. Alas, he stays. For a reason he doesn't even know why. Maybe it's to calm himself. To get rid of his ever growing lust for you. He isn't supposed to lust after you. He's supposed to want to take care of you and make love to you. So why does he want to pull you to pull his hair and call you his bad little boy?
The conversation with your mother dies down (finally) and Soobin scurries upstairs, hoping you weren't too busy. He opens the door to your bedroom to discover you already in the bathroom, showering, he assumes. He sighs, grabbing his bag.
That's when he hears the door click, pop open, and hot steam spill out the bathroom.
There you are, lacy panties, and no bra.
Soobin immediately turns around. His face is scalding with a crimson blush. He clamps his eyes shut, "I uhm...I'm sorry! I left my bag in here and—"
"Soobin," you say, voice low and slow. "It's okay, turn around."
"But...but you're..." he gulps, tongue wetting his dry lips and wishing he had something for his desert-like throat right now. "Are you sure?" he asks.
You walk up and turn him around. Soobin's eyes meet yours for a second, before immediately trailing down your body. His mouth waters at the sight of your boobs, plump and still damp from the shower.
He drops his bag, chest rising and falling as he steps closer. "May-may I?" He asks.
"It doesn't sound like you really want it Soob—"
"Please. Please let me touch you, I need it," he begs, holding your hands and gazing at you through those big doe eyes of his. You lick your lips, growing wet at his begging.
You lean in, and kiss his cheek teasingly, "Go ahead, binnie."
He kisses your collarbones and the valley between your boobs. Thanking you in-between kisses for allowing him to touch you like this.
Soobin pops a boob into his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. You groan, gripping into his hair. Soobin whines into you, switching your other boob. Carefully, he places you on the bed.
His giant hands cling to your waist with enough force to leave finger indentions. Soobin releases your breast, panting as his tongue traces the inside of his mouth — eyes closed — trying to memorize the taste of you.
You pull him into a eager kiss. Your tongues mixing together as he hovers over you. He slides his hands down your wrist before clasping your hands together. You moan in his mouth, and he devours it. Soobin moves to strip his shirt, and you help him. Curious fingers dance over outline of his abs, sculpting his pale skin into hard marble.
"I've been thinking about you," he presses a kiss into your lips, "All throughout dinner," he says. "That little stunt you pulled earlier?" Soobin quirks an eyebrow at you. He whips his glasses off, tossing them on the dresser.
"I'll pay you back for it."
With that, he kisses a hot trail down your boobs, across the plain of your stomach, before licking right above your panties.
"You smell just as sweet as I dreamed you'd be."
Your hand pushes back his hair, "then what are you waiting for?"
Soobin tugs off your panties, throwing them towards his backpack so he'll remember to take them later. His tongue licks a stripe up your cunt, and you groan, hands immediately flying to his hair.
"S-Soobin fuck..." you breathe, gripping into him. His tongue circles your clit. He licks you up and down, back and forth, and sucks your clit like he's been starved. Your hands tug his hair and his scalp grows hot with pain. He whimpers, beginning to hump the bed.
"Soobin? Did I tell you you could get off yet?"
"N-no..." he whines, looking up from between your legs. You force his mouth back onto your clit, relishing in wet heat of his mouth.
"Do what you do best and make me feel good."
He's lapping at your cunt. Moaning and whimpering and agreeing with you. "Yes. Yes, anything to make you feel good. Only hear to make you feel good," he says.
Your moans get louder as you get closer and closer. Wet noises fill the room, as if there's a cat lapping at milk. Soobin adds two lengthy fingers inside you, causing you to release all over his digits.
Soobin eagerly laps up your juices, pulling his fingers out and groaning as he pops them into your mouth.
You flip Soobin over, pushing him down onto the bed. Soobin looks up at you, the entire bottom half of his face wet from your cunt. He whines as you palm his length through his pants. You trail your fingers above the hem of pants, before tugging them off swiftly. Soobin grips the sheets.
"I...fuck...you're so hot," he breathes.
You spread his legs, sitting in between them and massaging his inner thighs. You press a hot kiss against his smooth skin, before sucking the spot into a furious purple.
Soobin fingers claw at the sheets, his mouth gapping open as a hitch escapes his throat. You feel a wet spot growing in his boxers, and release his thigh from your teeth.
Upon seeing your scornful face, Soobin begins stutter apologies,"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to. You're just so...fucking perfect I couldn't hold—"
"Dirty boy can't even wait for me? Who do you think you are cumming without my permission?"
He pouts, tears brimming his eyes, "I'm sorry ma'am I—"
You tug down his boxers, his cock still springing out of his pants. My God, why has your best friend been hiding all this delicious length for? He's massive, with the perfect amount of girth to fill you just the way you like.
You scoff, slapping his dick. Soobin yelps, whimpering.
"Who's fucking cock is this?" You bark.
Soobin whines, "Yours, miss. I'm all yours. Always have been."
You spit on his cock, swirling your saliva and his cum together with your hand until your pumping starts sounding like squelching. Soobin's mouth is open in a slack 'o' letting moans escape his mouth in tandem with your pumping.
Climbing on top of him, you bring him in for a kiss. Soobin eagerly obliges, and you taste yourself on his lips. You align yourself with him and sink down onto him. Both of you release a moan into each other's mouth, before Soobin starts pistoning into you.
"F-fuck," he whispers, the ghost of his words dancing on the shell of your ear. "Gonna fill you up so good. Gonna make you so full with my babies," the lowness of his voice rumbles between your chests, making you clutch onto his shoulders.
You moan, "Wanna make me a mommy, hm?" You groan when Soobin hits your g-spot, eyes starting to roll. "Bet you would love seeing my tits full of milk."
Soobin cums on the spot with that, pulling you into him and muffling his grunts into your neck. His hands find your boobs, one hand on each as he rolls your nipples between his fingers.
You feel your orgasm shoot up your spine like a bullet train, and pour down your thighs like a rainstorm. You shake so violently Soobin is forced to hold you against him as you come down.
You sit up, straddling him and leaving him inside you. His entire face is covered in tears and your juices. He looks like he just saw heaven for the first time, pearly gates, gold and all. His brown irises shine as he looks at you, as if he never had before.
"Soobin—"
"Don't," he interrupts. Soobin takes your hand in his, placing a small kiss in the center of your palm. "Please," he says into your hand before looking up at you. "Just...give us a chance first? Yeah? I've liked you for too long and..." he takes a deep breath, trying to gain control of himself. "...and I know I won't be able to just be your friend after this," he finishes. Soobin plants a couple kiss over your knuckles, interlocking your fingers together. "Just be mine."
Soobin's words hit you so much you jolt on top of him. You can't imagine what kind of pain he must've been in. Watching you quietly from the sidelines after all these years, watching you with multiple guys and not saying a singular word.
You lean down, planting a thick kiss onto his forehead. "Soobin, I was going to say I didn't know you were a freak like that..." you trail off, snickering and pinching his cheek. He flushes underneath you, silently punching himself for jumping to conclusions.
"But since you asked so nicely," you say, popping a light kiss onto his lips. Soobin smiles, no teeth, and not widley, but in a way that makes his eyes tilt upward with joy.
"Yes, Soobin, I will be yours."
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THIS WAS FILLLLTHHHHYYY
But I hope you enjoyed!! I was debating whether or not to give them a happy ending, but I decided that they worked together enough for one. Tell me how you guys like this, and who else you would like me to write for maybe?
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goingferalforhim · 10 months
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Hey I saw your prompts and that your requests are open? Could I get the “you are just so handsome” prompt with Megumi?
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📂 megumi fushiguro x reader . fluff , reader is called darling , gumi just wants kisses , (characters aged up but not mentioned) . (inspo — prompt 18: “you are just so handsome”)
a/n kinda a rushed writing job , and ive been in a sort of writing block/slump . please like , reblog , comment !
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shoes scuff along the floors of the hall, megumi being too exhausted to bother lifting his feet as he approached your door. with his head hung low, hair falling into his hooded eyes, and sleep threatening to overcome, he gently brings his knuckles against the wood.
your movements are muffled as you bring yourself closer to the door, where you knew your boyfriend would be waiting—exhausted and desperate to be held.
“hey gumi,” you whisper softly. he grunts beneath his breath as he falls into your hold, arms tightly wrapping your waist, bringing your body as flushed against his as possible. he mutters soft greetings into your neck, which become mumbles of nonsense as he presses gentle kisses to the skin. “you’re kinda smelly,” you sigh, one hand ruffling through his hair as the other rubs soothingly along the span of his back.
another mess of indecipherable words are muttered against the skin of your neck, the raven-haired boys grip growing tighter as he stumbles a few feet deeper into your room—the back of your knees hit the edge of your mattress before megumi shoves you down into the comforter. his body immediately falling into the space next to yours, an arm snaking its self around your waist yet again—the boy was desperate for your warmth and comfort.
“gumi, love. go wash up,” your words tickle his lips, your minty breath drawing him closer. “gumi,” you grin as his lips brush yours.
“one kiss and i’ll go,” you sigh. as if you were against the idea of kissing your boyfriend.
“one kiss and then you go clean up,” he nods—eyes slipping shut as he leans in, capturing your lips in his.
his lips are a bit cracked, but you knew the hell he practically just went through, so you’d cut him some slack for his dry kiss. “okay, go on.” he groans as you pull your lips from his. “you promised.”
“I did no such thing,” he pouts.
“no, don’t make that face. you’re hurting my heart,” you lay flat onto your back—hands coming to cover your face, mostly to hide the lovesick look spread across your features.
“a quick shower, that’s it. and then I want to kiss you until i fall asleep,” his weight lifts from the bed and you peak from between your fingers. he’s hovering above you, an eyebrow raised.
“all the kisses you could ever want,” your words send him rushing to the shower, a giggle shaking you as you watch him disappear behind the bathroom door.
while he’s in the shower you search through your closet, finding a pair of sweats and a t-shirt you had stolen from your boyfriend long ago. setting them on the end of the bed, along with a pair of boxers he had left—specifically for moments like this.
as megumi slips from the steamed bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, he’s greeted with your soft, angel-like snores. slipping on the clothes you had set out for him, a simple action that continuously melted his heart—sent the butterflies in his stomach into spirals, he approached his side of the bed. peeling back the covers he crawled in next to you, arms looping around you, pulling you to his chest—where you belonged.
“gumi,” you mutter, fist balling his t-shirt.
“im here, darling.”
“im glad,” he grins down at you. you pull away from his chest slightly, sleepy eyes peering up at him. the corner of your lip twitches, provoking megumi to ask what you wished to say. “nothing,” you sigh. “its just,” nuzzling back into his chest, clinging onto his shirt a little tighter. “you are just so handsome.”
thank goodness the lighting was dim, and thank goodness you were drifting back to sleep—because the shade of red that painted your boyfriend’s cheeks was considered rather embarrassing.
“I love you,” he whispers into your hair. “I love you so much.”
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Day 1 | 12.2.2023
WC: 509
Prompt: Yuu is lonely.
he/they pronouns are used
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It’s been months since they’ve last seen their family. And Yuu had no idea how he survived this place.
There wasn’t anything inherently wrong with Twisted Wonderland, or Night Raven College for that matter. The people were a bit twisted and that included his friends, but they showed that they cared in their own way.
But the feeling of loneliness was ever imminent. It has always been that way since he stepped out of that coffin and unknowingly entered an entirely different world with people he didn’t know and things he had never witnessed.
They just chose to ignore the feeling. Or to be more precise, he made sure to never think about it for too long, because there was always something going on. Grim throwing a tantrum, Ace picking a fight with Deuce, Epel complaining, Sebek yelling. And not to forget the bullying and the whispers behind his back.
But now, staring at the ceiling, Grim snoring away beside his head, they’re left alone with their thoughts. Something they’ve always hated.
Tonight isn’t even a kind of special night. It’s not his birthday, there isn’t a holiday coming around that would be celebrated in his world, and the day wasn’t even particularly stressful. But for some reason, his mind chose this moment to finally acknowledge the emptiness in his chest.
And they hated it. They hated how their chest squeezed in hurt because they always felt left out. They hated that they never understood the reference to Ace’s jokes, they hated how shocked everyone becomes when they say they had never heard of this extremely popular person that everyone else grew up knowing. They hated they couldn’t show anyone their favourite bands or music because they don’t exist here. He hated how no matter how hard he or his friends tried, he would never feel like he was truly a part of this world. And he hated that he just had to live with it because he doubts he’ll ever see his family again.
But despite everything, he can’t find it in him to cry. He’s so tired, so emotionally drained and empty that letting out tears just feels like a waste of time. He wants to go home to his cat and his snake. He wants to help his big siblings bake something and laugh about it when something inevitably goes wrong. He wants to lie in his own bed with his several squishmallows and talk about the recent, stupid online drama that’s on the trending tag on Twitter and wheeze about how dumb it is. He wants to make jokes that people will understand. He wants to feel like he’s fully a part of something again.
But he knows nothing will be back to normal ever again. They take small comfort from knowing that the hollow feeling will subside in due time, but it will never fully go away.
At this point, Yuu just wants a hug. They want to be held and told that everything will be okay, even if they know it’s a lie.
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lum13 · 1 year
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In a loop
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your relationship between Wednesday Addams has always been a weird one.
Wednesday Addams x fem! Reader
1.
Your hands snaked around Wednesday’s neck, pulling her closer as she pressed her lips against yours, soft pants slipping from your mouth. With her body pressed onto yours like a puzzle piece, you led the two of you back, climbing onto the desk behind you.
She pulled back— not even giving you a second to catch your breath— before kissing you again. The lack of air made the two of you dizzy, clouding your eyes. 
Even through your foggy vision, you could form her dark soft lips and her raven eyes in your mind. You smiled as you returned yet another kiss, your right hand traveling down to link your fingertips with hers.
You broke the kiss for a moment of pause, pulling back to admire the view. With the Wednesday addam’s eyes slightly droopy with exhaustion, the girl let out a small puff of pants before meeting her eyes with yours.
Your heart swelled with a massive amount of emotions as it pounded loudly in your ears. You could only look at her with adoration-filled eyes.
“Does this mean I get to go on a date with you now?” You asked sarcastically. 
“You can’t love me.” The girl answered so fast she almost cut you off. It was as if she already knew what you were going to ask. You smiled knowingly, before closing the distance between you once again. 
“Should've said that a long time ago.” 
2.
Roses. Sunflowers. Wednesday huffed in annoyance.
How could one call this freedom of choice? There were only eight kinds of seeds for her to choose– all of them she disliked. flowers like such made her dizzy to even look at, and they want her to grow them? A ridiculous idea. 
“--I think I’ll go with roses. It’s an obvious choice, but I like the meanings– true love, y’know? I like to think I’m a passionate person.” Your giggles made her way to her ears, piercing through the voices of the people around you.
“Plus, There’s someone I’ve been wanting to give this to. Good thing we get to grow this in class– I would’ve failed to do it by myself.” 
The raven haired girl slowly turned her head towards the voice, before stealing a glance of you. Your hair tucked behind your ears, laughing about something your friend said. The way your lips moved when you talked– the way your eyes looked when met with hers. 
“You okay?” It was then that she snapped out of her trance. With your eyebrows pulled together in concern, you pursed your lips when you were not given an answer. 
“..yes, I’m fine.” She managed, her eyes averting– deep in thought. You eyed her suspiciously, before getting back to your friends. 
Perhaps she shall choose the roses to grow for her assignment. 
3.
“You two have a strange relationship.” Enid stated, typing away on her laptop– probably writing her blog. 
“What do you mean?” You looked up from your notebook, letting the pen go from your fingers. You rotated your chair towards your friend– stretching your stiff arms as you did so. 
“Like– wednesday and you, sometimes I’m convinced ya’ll are dating– but then you’re not! It feels like..” She paused for a bit, gathering her thoughts. 
“-like a loop. Like a whole rollercoaster. Whenever I try to figure out the relationship between you two, I realize It’s just going to get my thoughts going around like a loop. It never. ends.” She rambled on, “Can’t you just confess and kiss and be girlfriends? Like normal people do? It is not helping me whenever I edit your profile on my blog. Your status? Dating. But also not? What kind of status is that?” 
You chuckled at the sight of her hands wrapping around her head, groaning in frustration. 
“We both know Wednesday Addams don’t do normal.” You said, making your friend giggle. “Be patient— she’s a hard to get kind of girl.” 
The comment made both of you laugh, faint muffled laughters echoing down the Ophelia hall.
4.
“Stop moving.” The girl demanded, slightly tugging on your hair, making you yelp in surprise. 
“I wasn’t moving!” You argued, letting out a huff. 
“You were.” 
You rolled your eyes playfully, before looking at her through the mirror. The girl was seated on her bed behind you, her fingers sliding along your hair thoroughly, taking some part of it before placing it above another. 
“You were the one to request for your hair to be braided. Now stop talking because I will not hesitate to cut your tongue off.” She threatened although she knew you never really took her threats seriously. She could feel you scoffing sarcastically— which made her reconsider whether granting your wish was a good idea.
“No you won’t. You love me.” You stated as you rested your hand on your waist confidently. 
“I can't love you. I will leave you in a broken mess and will haunt your dreams forever— I don’t think you would want that.”
“But I want you, Wednesday Addams.” You frowned as you turned to lock your eyes with hers, “Don’t try to look for the end of the abyss, love. It’s just an endless pit of nothing. Come to the surface— don’t worry about the possibilities of falling. We’ll keep each other afloat.”
You watched as the girl bit her lips, seemingly trying to fight the conflicts in her mind. “Hey,” you said, drawing her attention. 
“I’m not gonna force you into a relationship. But just know you won’t leave me in a broken mess and haunt my dreams forever.” You grinned. 
“I could kill all your family.” She argued, “I could-“
You cut her off with your lips against hers. You felt her breath stop in a momentary shock, before easing. Your hands were brought up to cup the other’s cheeks, feeling the way her lips felt pressed onto yours.
Her lips were cold against yours, yet you somehow managed to find warmth in it. A true mystery, indeed.
5.
“What are we?” Asked the girl, her voice slicing through the calm air between the pair.
Wednesday and you were out in the dark, sitting on a bench while waiting for the fireworks to start. Pack of people made it hard to hear her, but you managed to catch her voice nonetheless. 
“Depends on what kind of question you’re asking. Humans, creatures on land— animals with greedy minds.”
Wednesday just stared with annoyance written on her face. You giggled, before sipping the slushy from your cup.
“I don’t know. What do you want us to be?” You watched as she frowned from your question. 
“I am not sure either.”
A beat of silence passed.
“We don’t have to be anything.” You suggested, swinging your legs in the air, looking up at the dark, empty sky.
“Enid said we’re like a loop, a roller coaster. I think it’s cool. Roller coaster kind of relationship? Wow. A whole new kind of concept.” You laughed before meeting her eyes, watching as it softened slightly— a lot of people would have missed it in the dark, but you didn’t. You knew how the air changed around her when it did.
“So tell me,” you smiled mischievously, “are you enjoying the thrill? Cause I certainly am.”
The sky lit up as a firework exploded in the sky. Then another— then another. But those went unnoticed by the two of you, too tranced in the moment, too enchanted by each other’s eyes.
‘Rollercoaster kind of relationship’ you suggested didn’t sound too bad, to be honest to herself. There’s the thrill of going up and down— before looping around once again. 
Yes, it truly didn’t sound too bad.
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ravencincaide · 1 month
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A caring gesture 
Summary: “Okay, imagine it's Valentine day, and somehow dazai forget it was today (yes this smartass actually forget about it). But you did him the most incredible surprise when he gets back”
Pairing: reader x Dazai
Requested by: @avocate-assia-dazai Thank you so much for participating in Raven's special and sending me this request.
Warnings: Light cursing, Dazai fluff.
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Dazai hated abroad missions; leaving early in the morning and coming home sometime in the wee hours of the night.  His body ached, bruised and beaten while his mind remained foggy, the lack of sleep and the jetlag that came with being awake for over forty eight hours. 
Ahh if only sleep deprivation could grant him the sweet release of death, then Dazai would never utter another complaint. Or maybe precious relief from this plagued life would appear just as his body finally made contact with the all-too welcoming couch of the ADA- the perfect place to slack the remainder of his shift before he could bounce away to your apartment. Yes, just another two steps- one step and Dazai flung his body onto the familiar couch, salvaged its sweet fragrance, soft cushions, fluffy blanket and red velvet material– wait why was it red? 
Instantly Dazai was up on his feet. 
His eyes narrowed as he stared down at the thing which replaced his all too familiar resting spot. Not only was this couch larger and covered in red velvet covers but it was filled with several fluffy blankets in white and pink. The precious space held several heart shaped pillows and on the armrest was a card yet-to-be-placed inside its matching envelope. Happy Valentines Day it said on the front of it, Valentines- Dazai’s eyes widened in realization and frustration as he ran a bandaged hand over his face. Of course, how could he have forgotten? You were talking about it just before he left for the mission, making plans for- for today. Hearing the door to the ADA open Dazai rubbed tiredly at his eyes; the sound of your click clack shoes made a part of him want to hide while another part of him dreaded seeing you. Tiredness washed over him like pulsating headache- hurting him almost as much as the difficult conversation he was expecting to have with you. 
In his experience women did not handle missed valentines well. Surely you’d be no exception, 
“ Oh you’re back early ‘samu” you sounded almost awkward as you came closer and closer to him. Instead of wrapping your arms around him however you stopped a few paces away and let out a low disappointed sigh “ Damn and here I had hoped dinner would arrive before you got back” 
Your words made Dazai’s head snap up and turn to face you, only to see you holding a stack of paperwork in your hands. His paperwork. Which you carefully placed on the couch side table before taking a seat. 
The action made Dazai frown, unsure whether he was seeing the situation correctly. “ Belladonna?” he asked cautiously as he watched you sorting the papers, a concentrated frown on your lips. 
“ hmmm? Sorry, you’ll have to wait a little for dinner. BUT I think it will be here in an hour or so,do you wanna get some rest in the meantime?” he watched, the way you looked up and him a small reassuring smile before going back to the task at hand. 
Cautiously, like a wild animal Dazai inched closer before taking a seat beside you. Careful fingers trailed from your shoulder down your arm. His expression guarded “ It’s Valentine's day today” 
“ I know” you reply picking your next words carefully “ I also know you’ve just returned from abroad so I thought our grand plans could wait until the weekend when–” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as Dazai’s arms snaked around you before pulling you down with him into a lying position. Long legs intertwined with yours, face buried in the crook of your neck. His hold around you was tight, somehow more clingy than usual.
“ Thank you, Bella” Dazai whispered in a rare sign of vulnerable affection, “ Now stay like this while I sleep, I’ll make it up to you later.. please?” and all you could do was nod, not daring to shift in case you disturbed your already half-asleep lover. 
This was not how you two had planned to spend your Valentines together, but judging by Dazai’s actions he didn’t mind the change of plans too much. And neither did you. 
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tadpolesonalgae · 8 months
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Chapter 9
A/N: Please defer to warning section in Chapter 1
-Chapter 8-
You’re transported to a room of low light—Rhys’ bedroom, you realise.
It’s cavernous, decadently large for one male, though there are currently three in the room alongside you. The High Lord releases you enough for you to scan the room—at least allowing you the opportunity to gather your surroundings before they pounce.
Your eyes mark the Spymaster first, stood by the open window, moonlight catching in his inky hair, making it appear like the softest silk. He shifts on his feet, dark, starving hunger in the depths of his gaze, clouds of billowing lust making you swallow.
Movement catches your eyes, tearing them away from the Shadowsinger.
Your eyes widen marginally as you locate Cassian.
He’s been tied up, as Rhys had claimed. The male’s hands are bound to each of the chair arms, the no-doubt enchanted rope shackling his wrists and biceps to keep him still. Each of his ankles are in turn tied to the wooden legs, his torso pinned against the seat to keep him from moving.
There’s a wooden table before him, as if he’s preparing for a feast—the furniture lengthways to him.
His wings flare slightly at his back when he spots you, drawing a muffled sound from his throat.
Shadows are gagging him, you realise.
“Cassian,” you breath, snapping your head toward the Shadowsinger, concern shining in your eyes. “Is he—”
Azriel crushes his mouth against yours, tongue sweeping in with such dominance and hunger it makes your knees weak. His scarred hands cup your jaw, angling you correctly so he can delve deeper, taste all of you, mark all of you.
A needy sound of surprise is pulled from you as his scarred hands grip your waist brutally, tugging you hard against him, hips dragging against your body as he begins to satiate himself. At your back, you feel Rhysand approach, squishing you into Azriel’s chest as you’re sandwiched between them.
His hands grip your hips, dragging his cock over the swell of your ass as he nips and bites at your neck, already beginning to paint his colours into your skin.
You whimper, unsure where to put your hands. You’ve been in this line of business for around three centuries and you’ve never had an experience where you’ve been so thoroughly overwhelmed—so completely dominated. So completely okay with it.
You’re about to settle your hands over Azriel’s upper arms when he growls, hands dropping to your thighs as he shoves the hem of your dress up, pulling it away as Rhys’ deft fingers work on the ties at your back so they can be rid of it. You’re reduced to your underthings within the span of seconds, and the males growl as they take you in.
Azriel’s cold hazel eyes trace over the red lace set you had adorned yourself in, the matching ruby red heels that accentuated the nail varnish you’d decorated the tips of your fingers in—as if they had been dipped in blood. He grips you by the throat while Rhys’ powerful arms snake around your waist, hand settling with proprietary entitlement over your heat. The High Lord’s front presses into you as he rests his chin on your shoulder, watching his Spymaster intently.
“All dressed up, I see.” He says, icily, and you’re brought back to when you first met. How withdrawn he was. Distanced.
Something intrinsic warns you not to speak back.
His eyes shift away from you, turning slightly to draw Cassian’s attention. “Are you pleased, soldier?” He asks, nodding to your red-adorned body. “Is it worth being tied up for? Seeing her in your colour?”
He’s remarkably good at making you feel insignificant.
Awareness lights your body as Cassian drags his wary eyes over you, starting at your shoulders, down over your breasts, the side of your hip—everything he can see from his chair. The shadows vanish from his mouth, and you can make out how the edges of his lips look raw.
“Yes,” he replies hoarsely, dipping his head in a nod, eyes filling with hunger and ravenous lust.
Azriel merely hums, turning his attention back to you. His fingers hook beneath the strap of your brassiere, skimming his fingers over your near bare skin, before dipping to the waist band of your underwear. “I think you need a closer look at her. Gather in all the fine details,” he says blandly, snapping the band back against your hip, watching for a reaction. Seeking one, by the looks of it.
You keep your expression neutral.
Something like approval flickers in his eyes, before he’s stepping back, allowing Rhys to stand to his full height, hand pressing between your shoulder blades as he guides you toward Cassian, shoving you forward roughly. Close enough you can make out the mouth-watering shape of his arousal through his leathers.
But instead, Rhys’ hands grip your upper arms from behind, twisting you sharply so you’re facing the table. “Not that way, darling,” he drawls softly into your ear. “Cassian won’t be getting anything until we’ve had a piece of you. Teach him not to grab at his food.” And then he’s shoving you down, bending you over roughly so your hips are pressing tight against the wooden edge. Darkness binds your forearms at your back, allowing Rhysand’s hands to greedily grip your hips, one brushing over your ass, making you arch slightly into the touch.
“Better?” The Shadowsinger asks, now stood before you, the other side of the table. He’s staring at Cassian, but his hand fists in your hair, jerking you up so the General can get a nice view of you, makeup and other slight cosmetics undisturbed on your pretty face. “Like the sight of her bent over this table? Ready to take both of us?”
Cassian nods, and you mark the heavy roll of his throat.
“Maybe you’ll like her more when we paint her white,” he muses, and you tighten around nothing. Hazel eyes flick to yours, and you could swear you see a spark of dark satisfaction in his gaze, as if he can sense your every reaction to them.
You don’t have time to ponder it when Azriel’s free hand drops to his leathers, undoing the knot at the top, then stepping closer. His hand is still fisted in your hair, keeping your mouth level with his hips, and there’s nothing but lust in his cold, dark eyes as he jerks you lightly. “Untie them.”
Your eyes drop to the front of his leathers, where you can so clearly make out the prominent shape of his arousal. If you weren’t already wet, you would be now. You swallow, shifting forward slightly as your teeth clamp carefully around one of the strings, pulling it lose, allowing it to swing free.
You move to the other one, unable to help the way your nose rubs against his length, feeling how hard he is. His fist tightens in your hair in warning, and you tug the string free, moving lower.
This time, you angle your head to avoid brushing him again, but Rhys subtly rolls his hips, shifting you on the table, your lips pressing firmly against him. Azriel pulls you back harshly, smacking you hard across the jaw, making your nails dig into your palm with the force. “Such a fucking tease, aren’t you?” He growls softly, bringing you back to the ties. “Just have to push your luck.”
You bite the inside of you lip, before offering an apologetic lap up the seam of his leathers, over the ridge of his cock.
Rhys chokes on a laugh, while Cassian groans quietly, noting something you haven’t. What—
Azriel snarls, yanking you back, shadows constricting around your torso to help pull you upright. His hand grips your jaw as his lip curls, forcing your mouth open as he spits onto your tongue. You blink at the pain, then warmth heats your skin as you feel the wetness in your mouth, his flavour coating your tongue, and you want so badly to rub your thighs together, but Rhys is making sure to keep them spread.
Hazel eyes flick to violet ones, and you stiffen when the High Lord’s hand wraps over your neck, forcing you to crane backward, mouth still open as he puts his own saliva down your throat. This time you whimper as he pulls away, cock dragging over your backside teasingly, fingers deftly brushing over your front as he leaves.
“So lovely, finally seeing you giving something back after such a long wait,” the High Lord drawls, hands leaving to attend to himself as Azriel drags you back for the last few ties. “Don’t praise her,” he says roughly, “she’ll feel rewarded.” You can just picture how Rhys shrugs, carrying that air of nonchalance to him, “I can’t help it if I want to reward her. Just look at her. Wouldn’t you agree, Cass?”
Wisely, the male keeps quiet, just watching you with that carnal lust in his hazel eyes, burning bright in the dark. You follow his example of making good decisions, and continue pulling loose the strings in Azriel’s leathers, salivating at the arousing outline on him.
“Reward her when she’s done something, then. You don’t train a pet by feeding them treats nonstop. That’s how they become errant and spoiled,” the Shadowsinger replies, hand tightening painfully in your hair as you move onto the last set of strings before you’ll be able to have him. You hope to the mother he doesn’t make you do this for Rhysand, too.
“I’m sure you’re perfectly capable of whipping the disobedience out of her, Az,” the High Lord drawls, and it occurs to you he might be buying you time. To free you from whatever nasty punishment the Spymaster had in store for you.
Any thankfulness you had felt disappears as he drags his finger down the line of your underwear, stopping as the slight indent in your soft skin, where the lace becomes shamefully wet. He presses against your entrance lightly. “That being said, if you drip onto my shoes, darling, you’re going to have to lick it up.”
You squirm against his shadows slightly, tugging in search for some form of comfortability. “Stop struggling.” The darkness wraps tighter in consequence and you halt the movements of your arms, following his orders. “Better,” he says, though it sounds reluctant.
The ties are out, and you push as upward as you can manage, nose brushing his lower abdomen as your teeth grasp the hem of his leathers, peeling them away from his hips, then you’ll finally be able to—
He tugs you away roughly, gripping your jaw as he forces you to look at him. “Greedy,” he mutters, icy hazel piercing into you, cold enough that you shiver beneath his grip. Amusement surfaces as quickly as it vanishes, his eyes flicking to Rhys’. His gaze returns to you, watching with anticipation as—
The High Lord groans as he pushes the red lace to the side, devouring the sight of your gleaming cunt. He can’t help himself, he needs to— “Rhysand,” Azriel growls in reprimand, about to remind him that you only receive pleasure when you’ve done something deserving of a reward.
“Open.” He snarls, and your legs shake at the inherent dominance in his voice, the power of your High Lord crackling in the air as you spread your legs further, curving your back in attempts to please him. It seems like it’s enough, because he dropping to a crouch, hands spreading you wide as he laps a firm stroke up your heat, groaning as he does so.
You’re vaguely aware of Cassian shifting in his chair as he’s forced to watch, watch as Rhys and Az get to taste you, fuck you, and he’s strapped to this damned seat.
The High Lord cursed under his breath as he buries his face into you, pushing you forward on the table even as you attempt to push back into him, revelling in the hot wetness of his tongue, finally receiving some stimuli. Your eyes roll from the sudden relief, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you keen beneath them.
Azriel’s gaze drags down to you, still cold and unforgiving, but there’s undeniable heat burning deep within him—perhaps one that’s been suppressed for too long. Maybe that’s why you try again, slowly inching forward, getting him to see what you’re wanting to do, seeking permission.
He grits his teeth, but drags you closer, allowing you to pull his leathers away from him. It’s only when he’s fully out that you stop, holding back from licking him up and down, getting a taste of him.
“Rhys,” Azriel commands, “up.”
It seems the High Lord senses what’s about to happen, because he finally stands, but leaving you feeling cold between your legs. You need his hot mouth encasing you again, need the wet muscle of his tongue flicking over your clit.
A needy whimper is strung from your throat, making Cassian buck with that same desperate fervour.
Your lips part in a sharp inhale when you feel Rhys’ tip press against your entrance, dragging himself through your wetness to slick himself up. And then you’re writhing, pushing back against him as that overwhelming need crushes you, the need to be filled, to be fucked, to be utterly and entirely owned, so overpowering it’s all you can think about.
The High Lord snarls his displeasure, hand splaying over your lower back, shoving you down into the table to still your movements as he guides his cock to your entrance, just the head inside of you. “You know, Az,” Rhys drawls lazily, an edge to his voice, “as much as I want to pleasure her, I don’t think she was very good just now.”
You can practically see the gleam in the Spymaster’s eye at the silent suggestion. Just your luck that Azriel has sadistic tendencies in him. “Punish her, then.” Rhysand hums to himself, as if he’s thinking.
“I don’t think it’ll get through to her… Maybe something more unorthodox will encourage her.”
To your right, Cassian hisses sharply, and in your peripherals you see how his body goes rigid. You freeze, turning to look at the Warlord. “Rhys!” You hiss, worried for the General’s well-being. You don’t miss the darkness that slithers away from the sensitive wings at his back, and you heat with a guess at what that hiss was from.
The High Lord only laughs darkly, “that’ll do. That’ll do nicely, don’t you think? Every time you misbehave, we’ll give your pleasure to Cassian over there. I imagine that’s torture enough for both of you.” His hips shift and he presses a little deeper, but this time you keep your head, for both your sakes. “Very good,” he taunts.
You only grit your teeth as you fight your instincts to grind back on him, to slam your hips against him, bury him deep inside your cunt. You try desperately to catch Azriel’s eye, needing something to distract you with, but he does nothing to come to your aid.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
The Shadowsinger shoves you down onto the table, cheek pressing hard against the wood as your eyes lock with Cassian’s. “Watch him,” the Spymaster instructs, and you don’t have it in you to face the repercussions of disobeying him. You can only imagine what he could gladly come up with, given the chance.
Hazel eyes land on your own, and you know his gaze is a reflection of your own, the need, the hunger, the lust, all going unsatisfied. That is, until Rhys pulls his hips back, to slide in further. In. And in. And in. Your mouth drops open as your eyes widen with pleasure, back arching as you feel Cassian’s attention drag down your body, flicking back and forth between your euphoric expression and the male between your legs.
He barely fits all the way in, but you’re taking as much as you can so it’ll have to do. Rhys groans as he feels the wet heat of you encompassing him, wrapped tight in your cunt, finally. His hands squeeze your ass as he pants, fighting the urge to rut into you, fuck you until you can’t stand, can do nothing but blabber and drool around Azriel’s cock.
The Shadowsinger pulls you from the table, yanking you up so he can look at you. For the first time that night, amusement sparks openly in his eyes as he tilts your face to Cassian, gripping your jaw in a bruising grip. “Who’s that?” He asks, supporting your shoulder carefully. “Can you correctly name him?” Azriel drawls, enjoying how you’re already losing your mind.
“No? Can’t do it?” He asks, turning you back forcefully to look at him. Rhys rolls his hips against you as a moan spills from your lips as you struggle to get a hold of yourself. “What about you, hm? What’s your name?” You look at him through half-lidded eyes, and he moves his hand to grip the muscles in your cheeks, lightly squeezing. “Can’t do it, whore? Come on, say your name.”
Cassian hisses from your side, and you know Rhys is playing with him to entertain himself.
You blink up at the Spymaster, panting deeply.
He has to grit his teeth as your lips part a little further, and he knows you’re doing it to tease him—just as you always are. Your back curves as his attention is drawn to your chest, nipples peaking through the thin lace. How dearly he wants the run his thumbs over them, take them in his mouth, flick his tongue over them—
“Pretty thing,” you moan breathlessly, “you like to call me pretty thing.”
He could kiss you. He could really give you anything you wanted.
Azriel groans, lowering you closer to the table again. “That’s right,” he mutters, the words turning guttural, “such a pretty thing.” He guides you to his cock, and honestly nearly loses it when your lips part for him, eyes peering up at him as you flick your tongue over the slit in his head, lapping up the bead of moisture that had gathered there.
It’s the sign Rhys has been waiting for—the go ahead from Azriel.
His hips draw back, and he slams into you, making you moan around the Shadowsinger’s cock. It comes out muffled and wet, and you’re pushed further down onto his cock with the force of the thrust, back curving sinfully as you run your tongue under the base of him.
Cassian takes in a sharp inhale, but this time it’s not from either of them. It’s from you. The sight of you finally submitting to the males, enjoying them, taking them so readily. Cassian could sob, would beg on his knees to be set free, but he knows they won’t allow that. Not until they’ve had their way with you first. To teach him his lesson about not sharing.
A flush warms your cheeks as you pull back slightly, pressing a kiss to the tip of Azriel’s cock, leaving the smallest stain of pigment decorating the milky slit. “I didn’t think you’d be capable of maidenly blushing,” he remarks mockingly, and you tighten around the High Lord.
“We’ll make sure to fuck whatever remaining innocence you have right out of you,” Rhys purrs, gripping your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly. You’ve been craving him for a while now, and you’re responding so well to him, to the touch of his cock inside of you. You won’t last long.
You whimper, taking more of Azriel into your mouth, but it’s difficult to do so when your arms are bound, having to use your abdominals to leverage yourself correctly. And he’s so big, you need every advantage you can get to make sure you pleasure him. To think he’ll be spilling into your mouth, and you’ll get to taste him—
“Deeper.” He commands, and you can’t tell who he’s talking to. But you moan when Rhys bucks his hips, finding that spot inside of you that makes you weep, the spot that’s been undisturbed for a little too long in your time as a pleasure worker.
You writhe against the Spymaster’s shadows, needing to take him deeper. You need to show him how good you can make him feel, in return for the pleasure he’s giving you in allowing you to outlive such a depraved fantasy as this.
Tears brim at the edges of your eyes as you look at him pleadingly, begging him to let you go as you tug at your restraints. You don’t know what you’ll do if you can’t exhibit the full wonders of your mouth to him.
His fist tightens in your hair in warning, and then his shadows release you.
You sob, hand first raising yourself up, then one arm snaking around his hips, the other gripping his waist, dragging him closer as you take him all the way down your throat. Azriel gasps sharply, hands slamming down on the table either side of you as you work him so well. Even with Rhys pounding into you at that perfect angle, abusing that spot inside of you over and over again, until tears are rolling down your cheeks, you’re set on returning every ounce to him.
You only pull back enough to breathe in deeply through your nose, before you’re swallowing him down again, flexing your throat in a way he hasn’t experience before, nails digging into his skin as your nose touches the dark swirls of hair at his base, tongue dancing over him so deliciously.
With a final buck of his hips, Rhys spills inside of you, thick, hot liquid filling you up in a way that has you moaning straight onto Azriel, each of the sensations triggering your own highs. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you flutter around the High Lord, the feeling the Shadowsinger’s release hit the roof of your mouth, shooting down your throat as your tongue swirls over the slit in his head soothingly.
You’re all panting, bodies slick with sweat, the smell of sex heavy in the air—you can’t imagine the torture it is for Cassian.
Azriel pulls you from his cock, thumb swiping over your lip before landing a firm pat to your cheek, ordering you to open up. You do so gladly, parting your lips to allow him to see his come coating you, painting you white as he had said. He groans at the sight, memorising the sight as he ingrains it in his mind.
“Swallow,” he breathes, and watches as your mouth seals, throat bobbing as you follow his orders perfectly, opening to show him proudly. His thumb rubs soothingly over your lip, and you keen into the touch, eyes fluttering shut as you bask in his attention.
Too soon, you’re being hauled away, Rhysand’s hand replacing the Spymaster’s as he forces you to your feet, shoving you toward Cassian at last, watching as you stumble, dumped between the General’s legs. You can guess that you look obscene, lipstick likely rubbed a little out of place—you’d intentionally selected one that was difficult to smudge, but not impossible.
“Go on,” Rhys drawls, his voice rough and breathless from the orgasm you’d gifted him. “You wanted to mess around with him, didn’t you?” You can hear the feline smile on his hellish mouth, “now’s you chance to repay him.”
And you don’t waste a second, slinking forward as you prowl up onto your knees, fingers deftly untying the strings to Cassian’s leathers and he practically whimpers at the prospect of relief, hips bucking into your warm hands, hands that promise soft, endless pleasure. Well versed in male satisfaction.
But of course it’s not that simple. What would be the fun in that?
You yelp as something cool and silky licks between your thighs, making you pause and look down. You whine when you spot Azriel’s shadows settling themselves between your legs, already soothingly flicking and lapping at your clit, getting heat to build in the pit of your belly.
Your eyes flick to his, but he only growls softly. “Go on.”
Cassian’s eyes practically roll as you pull him free, hand wrapping around his base, and he thinks he might come from that alone, make a mess of himself before you’ve even gotten your mouth on him. Maybe that’s their plan, to humiliate him like that in front of you. It would certainly work. He’s not sure if he could live that down.
But darkness wraps around the base of his cock, constricting. Not the silky darkness of Azriel’s shadows. The deep, powerful type from his High Lord. Hazel eyes flick to merciless violet, and he knows Rhys isn’t doing this to help him. It’s just another form of punishment he has to suffer through.
Your tongue laps over him and he moans, hands fisting as he grits his teeth, cursing beneath his breath. Your velvety mouth feels so good, so hot and wet and perfect. He needs to have you on him every hour of every day. To know this pleasure and be without it would be too much to bare.
“So good,” he murmurs encouragingly, wishing he could thread his fingers through your hair. You seem to sense it, raising your left hand to twine with his right, allowing him that sense of comfort as you take him deep within you, feeling the heat of his strong hand, the bulge of him in your throat.
He needs that release. He doesn’t care if it’s quick. You’ll know him better than that, understand the context. He just needs to come.
“Please,” he breathes, head tipping back in the chair, exposing the strong column of his neck. A muscle ticks in his jaw as he stares Rhys down, “please… I understand. I know better… please…”
The High Lord’s mouth quirks at the edges, but his eyes remain ruthless. Darkness disappears from the base of his cock, and he feels the wave about to crest—
You release a strangle moan as you’re jerked back, Azriel’s shadows having made their way up your body steadily, having now formed a collar around your neck that he uses to pull you away. Cassian snarls viciously, thrashing at the ties that don’t budge an inch.
“Rhysand,” he growls, so guttural you hardly recognise him.
The High Lord merely cocks a groomed brow, removing his shirt, preparing for round two. “Someone needs to teach you that lesson, Cass. I think you’d prefer it to be me rather than Az, here.” Sure enough, Azriel’s eyes are colder, promising a longer, harsher sentence. They soften almost imperceptibly when they dip to you, though.
All the General can do is snarl at the two males as his pleasure is taken away from him, made to crawl across the floor, following the leash back to her master.
You feel bad about abandoning Cassian like that, when you’re partially the reason he’s in the predicament, but there’s really nothing you can do against the two of them. Forces of nature in their own rights.
You follow the leash back, until you’re kneeling at Azriel’s feet, Rhys and Cass too preoccupied as his quiet eyes land on you. You lick your lips subtly, inclining your head every so slightly. The Shadowsinger’s eyes flick between the other two, before dropping down into a crouch to be at your level.
He stares into your eyes, and you wait patiently, curiously.
The argument sounds heated, getting more vicious in the background, but it falls away as you peer into the hazel of his dark eyes. His expression is neutral, but you get the feeling that if you wanted to…
You crawl forward, raising your hand to him. His eyes track the movement but he does nothing to stop you. Leans into your touch as you brush his cheek, fingers threading in his dark, silky locks, and you marvel at their softness.
His eyelids flutter shut beneath your touch, and you take the opportunity. Slowly, quietly shifting forward, before you’re bringing your mouth to his, lips pressing against his own, as if made from heated silk.
But he can’t afford too long, or they’ll notice he’s being contradictory and taking you for himself. Even he would be in trouble if Rhys and Cass decided to team up on him. So he presses into you a little, nipping at your lip before pulling away. There’s the faintest flush of colour on his cheeks as he stands, that leash reconnecting to your collar.
“If you’re done.” He says, tone dropping to the ruthless iciness so easily. The argument ceases, and you feel the weight of Cassian’s gaze on your body. As much as you’re enjoying yourself, you needed that momentary reprieve Azriel provided, able to read emotions slightly deeper than the others. Whether that’s from being forced into so much solitary time as a child, or those shadows of his…
Cold eyes drop to yours. “Get up.”
On trembling legs, you manage to stand, feeling the beginnings of Rhys’s come about to start dripping out. You clamp down, trying to keep him inside of you.
The Shadowsinger nods to the table, “bend over.”
You swallow, but do as he says, shifting to the edge, before slowly laying yourself across the wood, eyes latching on to Rhysand’s. His are warmer than Azriel’s, star-flecked and bright, full of hunger and blind lust, and beneath that…
You tense when the Shadowsinger lands a harsh smack to your ass, gripping and squeezing appreciatively as he pushes your underwear to the side. Suddenly he understands why Rhys went to his knees behind you. You’re glorious.
And he gets to bury his cock into you this time, fill you up so perfectly, let you know you were made for the three of them to take. Theirs. All theirs.
“Open,” he commands, mimicking the first order your High Lord had given you earlier tonight. Your legs spread wider, and Rhys’ hand threads in your hair, not nearly as demanding or rough as the Shadowsinger’s. His free hand cups your jaw, thumb swiping beneath your lip as he pries your mouth open easily.
“Are you going to be good about this?” He purrs, “or am I going to have to treat you like Az did?” You bite your lip, letting him know exactly how you felt about the rough treatment you received. A dark laugh drags from his throat as he tilts your head, guiding you to his tip, still gleaming with your release.
“Look how obedient you’re being. Where was this side of you in all those debates, huh? Incessant teasing all year round, flirting with each of us as if we weren’t all thinking about tying you up somewhere you’d never escape from, so we could use you whenever we pleased.” His fingers brush soothingly over your scalp, nails taking close behind. A gentle reminder of his rougher nature.
“But it was only recently you confirmed you’d like that, too.” He strokes your jaw, encouraging you to open up for him, and he eases in, and you hear Cassian whimper with need. It must be physically painful for him by now. “Isn’t that right, little lynx?” He purrs, guiding himself deeper into the wet heat of your mouth. You hum hoarsely in response, throat bruised from taking Azriel so hard.
You feel Azriel press against your entrance, and your thighs tremble with his size.
“Anytime you want,” Rhys purrs, “I can alter your memory to temporarily forget this ever happened.” He allows you to put your hands on him, taking him into your mouth as his Spymaster presses inside of you, stretching you out in a truly delicious way. “That way we can do this for the first time over and over again,” he smirks. “We can make it as fucked up as you like.”
And it starts all over again.
Azriel draws his hips back, then slams in, his hips smacking against yours as you’re jolted up the table from the force. His fingers bite into your hips as he pounds into you, making your mind practically melt as Rhys fucks your mouth. You moan onto him desperately, letting your High Lord set his own pace, gripping your hair as you keep your mouth open, tongue swirling beneath him, throat bobbing as you contact around him, urging him to spill into you.
Cassian writhes helplessly as he groans gutturally, head tipping back onto the back of the padded chair as his jaw clenched, trying to calm himself, but the scent of your sex is driving him crazy. Mother knows what he’ll do when he’s released, but maybe that’s part of their plan.
Rhysand snarls softly above you, jerking your head back, violet eyes plunging to indigo, to icy blue. “Take your attention anywhere except from me and see what I can do to you,” he growls, fist tightening painfully in your hair as he grips your jaw tight. You whimper when Azriel bucks his hips, targeting that spot Rhys had found, abusing it steadily as he angles your hips so he can make you scream. He needs to know how good he’s making you feel.
“Understand?” The High Lord snarls, and you whine, curving your back, tears brimming at the edges of your lashes as you nod your head. “That’s the last damned warning I’ll give you. You fuck up again and you’ll get something worse than what Cassian’s having.” This time you take the threat to heart, eyes widening pleadingly.
“That’s better,” he growls. “Now set that fucking mouth to work so I can have something to reward you for, yeah?”
The second he’s releasing you, you’re diving down, swallowing him whole as you feel him bulging in your throat. Again, you flex and bob your inner muscles, tightening around him and Azriel to make it as good for them as it is for you. Driven by that need to satiate, to please and pleasure.
Rhys groans above you as you do something wicked with your tongue, making him twitch, a sure sign that he’s close. You moan onto him, half intentional, half because you can’t help it. Azriel’s hitting all the right spots, and you can feel yourself unravelling, parting your legs wider. You want more, more, more from him.
Pants and groans echo throughout the room along with the wet slap of skin against skin. You raise one of your legs slightly, enough for Azriel to get the hint. His hand wraps beneath your shin, cocking your leg as he keeps you spread out, and the new angle makes you scream. Your eyes roll, muscles spasming as you come so hard you nearly black out, the pleasure rolling through you in hard, firm strokes.
Rhysand spills on your tongue, his flavour so delicious you could cry. So intrinsically him. And you can feel the waves of come as Azriel releases deep inside of you, how his hands grip tighter with each wave that crests him, panting deeply.
“That’s it,” the High Lord soothes, thumb brushing beneath your lashes, tracing the paths of hot water as he pulls out, eyes fixated on your mouth as you again swallow. “So good, weren’t you?” You nod wearily, tired out from both of them using you so intensely. You don’t know if you have any energy left for Cassian.
But the Shadowsinger’s hands are gently hauling you from the table, easing out of you as you tighten around nothing, desperate to keep their releases deep inside of you. Tucked away nice and safe.
“Looks like you’ve learned your lesson, Cass.” The Spymaster drawls, slightly breathless from the high—you don’t know how he’s managing to keep himself together. But then he’s pushing you forward, and you’re not sure if you can take any more.
“Azriel…” you whimper softly, “I—…I can’t…not again.” He continues guiding you toward the General, and heat’s already looking in your belly from how sensitive you are—you know this one’s going to be intense. “Az, please…” you beg, softly, tears rolling as you attempt to push back.
“Vanilla?” He whispers, lips brushing against your ear as he’s quiet enough the others can’t hear. And it’s enough of a reassurance—that he’ll stop, that he remembers—that you manage to shake your head lightly. You know you can’t take another one, but that’s the fun. Cassian’s going to force you to ascend to that higher level of lust, just like he promised. With the buzzing beneath your skin, you’re not sure you’ll remain conscious.
Shakily, you stumble forward, trembling as you crawl into his lap, feeling his tip press against your entrance.
“Cassian,” you murmur, quietly, “I’m not sure how long I’ll last…” He shakes his head, as if he isn’t either. “Doesn’t matter. Just need to be in you.” Heat flushes your skin, fingers settling on his shoulders as you slowly sink down onto his lap, breathy moans tumbling from your lips.
And then the ties vanish.
He doesn’t have the strength to hold back, and you don’t want him to.
Your head falls back as your mouth drops open in a silent scream. He’s pounding into you, hips bucking sharply with an energy that intimidates you, hands gripping you tightly as he slams you down on his cock.
White spots dance in your vision and you must black out at some point.
When you come to, you can feel Rhys and Az at your back, helping to ease you off Cassian’s lap. You’re a trembling, whimpering mess in their hands, simply allowing them to do the heavy lifting. You clench desperately, wanting to keep them inside of you, all perfectly mixed up by now.
You can hardly tell up from down as they carefully move you to the bed, making sure you’re comfortable and tucked away before all three of them clamber in beside you.
It’s been a long while since you’ve been so thoroughly satiated, feeling as though you’ve been fucked within an inch of your life. And you know you’ll likely be sore tomorrow, but you don’t have the energy to care. Not with the aftershocks of such immense pleasure still simmering beneath your skin.
And certainly not when you’re surrounded by all three of them.
You’ll show your happiness thoroughly…but tomorrow.
Tomorrow you’ll sort through the hard stuff. For now, you’ll enjoy them. Their scents, mixed with yours, heavy in the air. The sound of their breathing, deep and evening out, down to the steady warmth that’s surrounding you.
They’re perfect.
Utterly perfect.
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linnamonrolls0 · 2 months
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I love the fact Annabeth pick pockets Hermes... so can you do a reader x Hermes were maybe he taught her to pick pocket and then she pick pockets him to be funny or get his attention?
(I have so many ideas and also none at the same time! Lol I may send one or two more asks if that's ok?)
The Best That You Can Do
LMM!Hermes x Reader
Rating: T / Words: 1,300
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You’ll never know why you suggested accompanying Hermes on his mail delivery errands.
The pair of you had spent most of the day flying halfway around the world, and finally landed in midtown Manhattan for your last task: a short visit to Olympus to deliver a disturbingly heavy box. Being by his side, Hermes entrusted you with a pair of winged sneakers similar to his own, and so you’d been able to cross between the realms just as easily under the god’s wing.
To keep things entertaining, Hermes had been giving you a crash-course in thievery along the way, setting you random little pickpocketing challenges and being pleasantly surprised at how quickly you’d picked up his skills, ending up with a box full of random trinkets from every country you’d visited thus far.
It had all been fun at first, but as much as you enjoyed each other’s company, pranks and constant witty banter, being his mail delivery sidekick for the day was starting to wear you out…
See, he took his work seriously. Almost too seriously. You’d tried to distract him once or twice as he’d whisked you from one sky to another, but he’d swatted away your advances and warned you to let him keep focused. But his determination was pretty sexy, and he looked so unfairly attractive in those overalls, you toyed with the idea of getting him out of them… Would a little distraction be so bad?
You’d insisted on stopping for a coffee break before making your way to the Empire State Building, and after rather a lot of convincing, Hermes finally agreed. Now, seated in the passenger seat of his undercover delivery van with your feet up on the dashboard, you nibbled on a cupcake, simply watching him as you sat parked up on the side of the road, while he sipped at his coffee as he chattered away on his caduceus cellphone, tuning out the bickering pair of snakes coiled around it. He looked tired, but still gorgeous as he gave kind but firm orders to whomever was on the other end of the line… No matter how busy a day he’d had, his dark brown eyes always carried that characteristic sparkle that had first got you.
He’d placed his cap on the dash, leaving his hair a little haphazard, only worsening as he wearily dragged a hand through it. You leant over the vehicle’s console and grasped his hand in your own as he finally ended his call.
“Hermes, are you alright?” you murmured, nuzzling at his neck a little.
“Mmm?” he hummed, glancing down at you, only half listening as his phone buzzed on the dash for the millionth time today - you wished that was an exaggeration. “For fuck’s sake… I’m sorry, love, I’m okay. Things have been crazy…”
“I know, babe. Take it easy,” you said softly. You slid across the console and into his lap on the driver’s seat, careful not to knock the gear shift and send the vehicle flying on an accidental joyride up to the heavens. Wouldn’t be the first time today…
Hermes looked up at you, and you willed yourself not to get lost in his eyes. His hands came to rest at your waist and he began on a breath, “What are you…”
“Like you said, it’s been a crazy day, and even a god needs a break sometimes. So it’s a good thing you brought me along…” You placed your hands over his, his gaze following as you trailed your fingers up his arms to grasp the collar of his jumpsuit in your fists. “C’mere…”
You barely caught sight of the flash of hunger in his dark brown eyes as they met yours again, before he caught your lips in a ravenous kiss, and you finally had him exactly where you wanted him. He tasted of coffee and cinnamon and something inexplicably but familiarly sweet; and it took all your willpower not to melt into him, but you were on a mission here.
See, there was only one challenge of his you hadn’t managed thus far: picking his pockets. Every time you thought you had him, he’d whirl around and grasp your wrist between his thumb and index finger, bring your hand to his lips… “Nice try, sweetheart,” he’d smirk, dropping a chaste kiss to the back of your palm, and that was the end of it.
But you kept trying, nonetheless. And while you had him distracted by this increasingly heated kiss in the driver’s seat of his mail van, you slipped your hand into the pockets of his overalls and snuck out his keys from one, his wallet from the other, and into your own pockets… keeping him duly distracted with his tongue engaged in a delicious dance with yours, his hands tucked and bound under your overalls - and he was none the wiser as your hands quickly returned to teasing him, palming him over his overalls in a perfect distraction.
You’d finally done it.
You slowly drew back, satisfied, admiring the sweet, sappy smile on his handsome face. He certainly looked a little more relaxed, and that could hardly be a bad thing… “Better?” you teased.
Hermes nodded, slowly licking his own lips now that yours were too far. “A little. C’mon, let’s get this last delivery done, then we can go finish what you just started…”
He withdrew his hands from under your overalls and instead began searching his multitude of pockets around for his keys to start up the van. You struggled to stifle a laugh as he grew increasingly frantic.
“Missing something, babe?”
He raised his brows at you, evidently having caught on that you were up to no good. “I don’t suppose you know where my keys are… do you?”
You shook your head, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes - but you couldn’t keep from cracking a smile.
“You little…” Hermes laughed, cursing under his breath as he quickly circled his arms around your waist and patted down your pockets, “Ah, gotcha.” You pouted as he plucked his missing belongings out of your pockets, reclaiming his wallet and reaching around you to turn the key in the vehicle’s ignition, the sudden vibration caused by its enchanted engine sending a shiver through the both of you.
“C’mon, you could’ve at least pretended you didn’t know!” you protested with a playful whack to his chest.
“I didn’t!” he argued, keeping his tone as light as yours, “Not until you smiled, anyway.” You rolled your eyes, shooting that same smirk at him. “But just like that, the student becomes the master. Can’t lie, I’m a little proud of you.”
“Please, Hermes. Your wallet and keys were a piece of cake - as was this piece of cake, actually.” You mirrored his playful tone and your innuendo wasn’t lost on him as you suggestively eyed him up, grabbing the cupcake off the dash and feeding him a little bite. He smashed a blob of frosting onto his mouth and pulled you in for a sugar-coated kiss, delicately sucking and biting at your lips.
“Maybe I should set you a harder challenge,” he said on a breath, flushed from the kiss.
“Like what?” you asked, teasingly licking away a bit of frosting below his lip.
He shifted beneath you, and his innuendo wasn’t lost on you either. “Let me think…”
“Let me steal your heart,” you giggled, “Will you take me seriously then?”
“Oh, that… Stealing hearts is an entirely different sort of trickery.” He winked, “And you had mine long before any of these trinkets…”
You blushed beet red at the god’s bold confession as he shifted the van into gear, hyper-speeding off down the street towards the Empire State Building, your heart racing even faster.
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razbunz · 2 months
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Aquarium
CW: None just fluff really, Established Relationship, Intended for Fem reader ,Not proofread 💞
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“Toji did you see that one!” You exclaim pointing at the jellyfish flowing freely in the tank,Swaying and swishing with each false tide the aquarium replicates.
“I saw it Angel-” he looks down at you,your gaze already fixated on the raven haired man
All of the jellyfishes were moving and bobbing behind the glass,The lights hitting the jellyfish to reveal all their secrets. Tiny swirls and dots of pattern engraved in their heads To the way their legs shift in and out of auburn to gold with ten light.
There’s so many of them-The little sea nettles.
Not a care in the world,Truth be honest you can’t even remember the last time you’ve gone to an aquarium. The time seems too long to even remember.
Something squeezes your hand,Dragging you out of your rambling.
“You alright kid?” He offers you his other hand like an anchor for stability.You nod and control search the deep cerulean tank walls.
What is it like for them?
You wonder…Is it thoughtless? Do they feel if we touch them? Are they all friends?
Staring up at the plaque just next to all of the jelly’s.And with each word you settle on one thought.
Being a Jelly would be sooo amazing.
“I’m okay Toji.” Your smile assured him,full of childish curiosity and he gave one back-Rougher but enough to move you to the next exhibit.
All sorts of sea creatures catch your eyes; wether it’s bright tropical fish or little guys with oddly placed eyes, even the coral is amazing to look at with its intricate structure and beautiful colors.
Most you could even say are adorable.
Even the basking tank for the sharks.
Staring into the water you point one out-
“That one looks like you!” You jest lightly elbowing him in the abdomen, He scoffs 
“Absolutely not kid” and he looks through the tank “why not that one?” He points at a horned shark-It swims away almost knowing his acknowledgment.
“Cause.” Your antics make him roll his eyes, his jaw slightly clenching 
“Cause???” He urges you on.
“The one I chose is a cute shark” You laugh and look back and forth between the shark and your agitated boyfriend
“And mine isn’t?” He argues studying the shark that runs away from his gaze.
“I’m just saying mine is better.” You shrug and smile at your accomplishment.
“What type of shark is it?” His question is 
uncharacteristically curious. And a whole bunch of things click; All of the time you two have spent watching documentaries on the ocean and Watching the fish move with the tides while the two of you don’t.
He’s never been to an aquarium before.
“I think it’s a bamboo shark.” You try to rack back memories of your childhood, moving past all or miniature phases that once grasped your entire mind.
You look up just in time to see his lips move around the words.He notices it flushes in embarrassment but doesn’t comment on it.
“I guess it’s kinda cute.” A light blush covers his cheeks and he squints his eyes at you.
“Cheeky thing you are,huh?” He pinches your left cheek in slight retaliation- giggling as he grips your waist dragging you close to him. Planting one kiss onto your forehead.
And you both continue to meander throughout the aquarium making fun of the little sea snakes in the sand and admiring the seals flipping around on the ice.The keepers joyously feeding and playing with the seals.
It’s different to see him so involved and engaged in something so simple like an aquarium.
It’s oddly adorable.
A screech tears you away from your thoughts,Toji’s too as he whips around to where the sound comes from.
It’s from a lady,looking around frantically as I overhear her ask “where’s my kid!?”
You walk towards her asking for details of the kid eagerly trying to help her.
“He’s short,black hair and eyes and is about 7” she calms herself to speak to you her hands shaking while she calls for him “that kids name”
And when you turn around,Toji is gone. 
You grumble a few choice words of anger before going off to search for the kid.
You search the open ocean areas for them shouting their name every once in awhile.He might be in the tide pool area! kids like that right? with your new idea in mind you turn back.
Only to see Toji with the little boy handing him off to his mom.
The sight stops your heart. He's beaming and crouched down to the kid giving him a high five saying something you can just barely hear “Your mom loves you, don’t scare her kiddo.” 
Giving parting words to the mom while she thanks him repeatedly.
Your heart can’t help but ache at the man approaching you looking relieved as he runs a hand through his hair mindlessly.
He shakes his head letting out a deep breath
“Your good with kids.” you smile dotingly at him
“Really?” Toji isn’t a man of many words,but the way he smiles cheekily only makes you fall harder.
“I’d say you are” and you watch the mom and son walk away,The boy giggling and holding his mothers hand. His hands wrap around your waist- squeezing it with possessiveness that makes you squeeze your thighs together.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by him.
He kisses the back of your hand and walks away with a small wink.
*
You go up to a touching tank, lightly skimming the backs of stingrays and starfishes.
A tap on your shoulder leads you back to Tojis watchful gaze.
“Hey baby” he smiles and offers his arm up to you offering to lead you out of the closing aquarium. The two of you being some of the final guests to leave,The sun's last rays already dipping into the horizon.
By the time you sit in the car you're fighting to stay awake,Your eyes are fighting to stay awake as the car starts up- so by the time he’s on the road back home your eyes flutter close.
Unknown to your sleeping figure he rummages through a bag in the passenger seat,Placing a soft fuzzy bamboo shark plushie into your limo arms.
And you unconsciously squeeze your little gift,He can swear his heart jumps out of his chest at the sight.
“Dumb shark-“ he scoffs looking at you sleep.
Offering you a light head pat.
“A cute one though.”
And you can’t see him smile.
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AN: I had lots of fun writing this one,It’s fun to dip into his character and take him in a much different direction. Hope you enjoyed this! ✨
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makeyoumine69 · 1 year
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For the celebration- could you do daddy kink & breeding?👀
Lust
◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader
◥ SUMMARY: When you woke up at night from a sudden heat inside your body, Patrick was here to settle your most carnal needs.
◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │HEAVY breeding kink, passionate sideways & prone sex, extremely needy reader, fingering, implied masturbation, a lot of sensual touches, creampie and some more.
◥ WORDCOUNT: 1.7k
◥ A/N: To be honest, I didn't expect breeding kink to become so popular among my prompts, but I really enjoy writing it! Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like it!
◥ LINKS: │Bingo Writing Challange Masterlist│ │Main Masterlist│
A big thanks to @spaghettificationandpretzels for amazing banners! 🥰
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It was the middle of the night when you suddenly woke up, feeling the longing heat in your lower body, which was flowing like lava. Fidgeting on your back, you looked at Patrick, who was dreaming sweetly next to you, his broad chest rising and falling at a steady pace. That burning feeling seemed to increase with each second, inducing you to think you were going to burn alive unless you do something soon. 
Turning on your other side, you removed the blanket to cool yourself a bit, but almost right away–you heard him moving behind your back as he pressed himself against you, wrapping his brawny arms around your tiny frame and nuzzling at the crook of your neck. The tight proximity between your bodies almost compelled you to cry out from need; a million shivers ran down your spine just from one brisk contact with his groin and damn, he was so hard. 
Trembling, you had to bite your lip before you took his big palm and traced it down along your abdomen, as you couldn’t resist this unbearable urge anymore. As soon as you pressed his hand against your mound, you heard his muffled groan near your ear; it scared you a bit, but by that moment you couldn’t hold back yourself anymore, moving his palm even lower to your wet panties–the last barrier that had left.
“Mm-mmh…” you whimpered against the pillow to shush yourself when you pushed his palm under your damp underwear. “P-Patrick…”
Gulping, you put your legs together to make the physical contact even more intense, and then you moved yourself against his hand, grinding on it as you were losing your mind from a ravenous hunger inside your lower belly. Inflamed, you gave Bateman a quick glance to check if he was still sleeping, and it seemed like he was—his breathing was steady and deep.
Soon, his perfect white sheets became damp beneath you as you set up the pace, sliding his hand shamelessly along your wet folds and paying special attention to your blushing clit. Sobbing against the pillow, you hoped he wouldn’t be angry about this little fun of yours; last evening Patrick came back from work so exhausted and tired, you didn’t want to bother him with your sexual needs, although you knew–he would fuck you into oblivion by your one word.
“Aa-aaww...” Accidentally, you moaned louder than before but you didn’t really notice that as you were drowning in the ocean of pleasure, brushing his thumb against your little tip.
Panting, you nearly wrapped your legs around his arm like a snake, closing your eyes from the blissful sensation when you suddenly felt his fingers moving alongside your palm, sneaky poking at your moist entrance. 
“What a pleasant, wet beginning of the day,” he purred into your ear, tickling the soft skin around it. “I like it...”
“A-aah, Daddy…” you arched your back against his solid body from how his thin fingers were playing with your moist clit, rubbing it between them and then massaging intense circular motions into it, inducing your toes to curl. “I… I didn’t want to w-wake you up…”
“It’s okay, Sweetheart.”
“N-need you, Daddy…” you gulped, covering his palm with yours once again, patting it and encouraging him to stuff your pussy with his experienced digits. “I’m so… So sensitive right now because of the hormones… Aa-aww…”
With a quiet growl, Patrick encircled your boobies with his strong arm, rolling on his side to be closer, so he could pump your inner channel deeper. “I can tell…Don’t worry, Daddy will take care of you.”
Licking your neck, he lifted your leg, and that sudden new angle of penetration caused a pitiful wail to escape your mouth as you could feel his fingers, slipping in and out your cunt with slick nasty sounds, as they were stimulating the spot you needed him the most.
“O-ohhh, mm-mm Gosh,” you had to grab a pillow, jolting along his muscular frame. “You m-make me… Feel so good… Pat… Patrick.”
“Baby girl,” he snarled in a low voice, twisting your hard nipple between his fingers and curling his digits inside your feverish cleft. “You’re clenching so tightly already, you wanna cum?”
“Mmm… Yes, b-but…”
“But you want me to fuck you?” he murmured, tugging on your earlobe and sucking it after. “And fill you with my seed, drown your pussy in it?”
Trembling as if an electric shock hit you, you covered his hand with yours, sinking your nails into his perfect skin and whimpering your words like a plea: “Yeah-h! Oh, please, Daddy… Wanna feel you inside-mmm, I can’t wait for you to knock me up.”
“Fuck, babe,” grumping, Bateman left a sensible mark on your neck before he shoved his fingers nearly till his knuckles, forcing you to cry out in delight. “You drive me crazy when ya talk dirty, you know that?”
“I just want to give you as many children as you want, Daddy,” you looked at him and it seemed like his eyes were glowing in the darkness with a wild lust, which was consuming him by the second. “P-please…I….”
You didn’t even finish your sentence as almost right away you felt his swollen tip, rubbing against your soaked little hole as he was smearing your slickness all around it. And then, he sheathed himself into your spasming inner channel, in a slow but possessive push.
When Patrick bottomed out completely, you both gasped and twitched from the feeling of your bodies finally bonded, losing yourselves with each second, especially when he slammed into you, with his tip brushing against your cervix. 
Huffing, Bateman kissed your shoulder before he sneered: “Mmm-my dear little girl…You can’t imagine how much I want to see you-aaarghh...Pregnant...”
Speeding up the tempo, he raised your leg higher together with his to make a friction even more sensual, his heavy balls were pleasurably hitting your ass and right now you wanted nothing more than to be claimed by this man and pumped with his fertile seed till it would leak out your pussy.   
“P-Patrick… Aw-ww, I’m so close…”
“I got you, babe,” Patrick breathed out as his own body yearned for a sweet release, but at that moment, his full focus was on helping you to crest your high. “Spread your legs wider for Daddy… Mm-mm, yes… Just like that, good girl…” His low groan pierced through your head like a hurricane, forcing all of your thoughts to vanish and your mind to become cloudy. 
“Aahh…I think I feel you in my b-belly…”
“I bet…” Holding you tightly, Bateman placed his large palm between your legs once again, stimulating your throbbing clit with gentle motions, but soon they turned into persistent rough strokes, which left you no choice but to sink into the ocean of pleasure.
“D-Daddy…” A stifled moan broke out from your heated mouth when you turned to face him, desperately searching for his brown eyes. 
One innocent look of yours, was enough for him to unriddle everything you wanted, saying nothing else; right away, Patrick pulled your face closer to his and kissed your soft lips, a little harsher than he planned to, but it didn’t stop you from falling into the ravishing forgetfulness, feeling the pure ecstasy flowing through your veins. Quivering, you moaned against his mouth, whilst your hands were desperately tracing all over his body, not knowing what to clutch, but then he suddenly grabbed one of them with confidence, inducing you to wrap it around his neck. 
“My little beautiful Angel,” Bateman crooned in a sensual voice, clinging you securely as he was thrusting into your shaking little form sideways, fucking you through your orgasm. “Cumming so hard around Daddy’s cock… Aaf-fuck…”
Patrick cursed to himself as he was about to lose it right now, as your inner walls were embracing his beefy girth, milking it so deliciously, but he still needed more. With a careful motion, he flipped you on your belly, making you gasp from an unexpected change of position, but then you turned into a whimpering mess once again as Bateman climbed on you from above, pressing against the bed with his powerful body; his solid hips were ramming into you like a jackhammer.
“(Y/N),” he growled in a raspy voice before he planted a wet kiss on the nape of your neck. “I wanna hear you… Angel, I’m gonna cum in your little pussy, so you can have my baby inside of you… Soon, everyone will know who you belong to!”
“Mm-please, claim me, Daddy… Ah, mm-love you…” Hiccupping each time his thick cock was brushing against the neck of your womb, you were laying obediently beneath his massive muscles as you were ready to take anything he was going to give you. 
“Say it… Say it again!” Patrick snarled, wrapping his hands around your shoulders and snuggling into you even harder as he was trying to be as closer to you as possible.
“I love you…Pat-mmm, Patrick….Aw-ww!”
Bateman didn’t expect your words affect him that much, at one moment he even thought he would literally crush you with his rough pounds, but when he felt your hands gently petting his, and your legs opened wider–he couldn't hold back it anymore, as your devoting submission sent him over the edge. 
Pulling on the sensitive skin of your neck, Patrick shot his warm seed into your overstimulated pussy, fucking you with sloppy ragged thrusts and pressing you down with his full weight. Wailing miserably, you didn’t dare to move, even though you felt yourself uncomfortable from how he was pushing you against the sheets. 
When the delirious sensation let him go, Patrick heard you sobbing beneath him and almost straight away, he carefully touched your face, stroking your cheek as if he was asking you to look at him, whispering nearly notable: “I love you too, my Angel.”
With a sharp breath, you allowed him to press his lips against yours, sensing your heart about to make a flip inside your chest from the unbearable strong feeling you had for this man and nothing in this world would prove the opposite. 
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Hole-In-One || Caitlin Clark x Reader
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Summary: You go on a golfing trip with Caitlin.
Warnings:  established relationship, fluff, c*nn*r(thats a warning in itself)
Word Count: .8k
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You turned the page of your book as the wind fluttered the pages, in the background, you could hear your girlfriend’s golf club hitting another ball, then silence like clockwork. You’ve been doing this for the past hour and a half. You loved being here though, even if you didn’t know what the point of golf was, just watching your girlfriend show off her athletic prowess was enough to make you happy. 
You glanced up from your book to check what was going on and saw your girlfriend squatting down on the green, you took in her backside and how the fabric on her shorts fought to hold it. You felt a gentle tug on your lips before quickly averting your gaze back down to your book. 
“Babe,” your head shot back up. “We’re ready to move on.”
You hopped up from your spot in the shade and ran over to your 6-foot, raven-haired giant. 
“Are you winning,” you asked cluelessly as you bounced around her. 
“I guess, we’re not really competing though,” she giggled as you found your place beside her, carrying her water bottle.
“Hey, have you ever played golf,” Connor asked jogging up to you both. 
You almost forgot he was there. 
“No,” you smiled, hiding an internal eye roll. “My family was too broke for golf. Besides, it’s boring.”
You whispered that last part to yourself as you continued to walk with Caitlin, telling her about your book and skipping around the green. Eventually, you decided on scaring the geese that were waddling around laughing as the waddling quickened you got closer. 
Caitlin caught Connor looking at her with a ‘seriously’ type look on his face. 
“What,” Caitlin chuckled. “She’s bored, she’s gotta find something to keep her busy.”
Caitlin watched you sneak up on a group of unsuspecting pigeons next and she paused to take out her phone.
You began to run towards the birds, laughing as they flew away.
“Linnie did you see me,” you giggled, sprinting back to her when you were done. 
“Yeah babe, I did,” she laughed. “I even got a video.” 
“Dude, you need to get out of the way now. We’re about to start up again,” Connor informed you. 
“Oh,” you pouted. “Okay, I’ll just go over there.” 
You pointed over to some shade, stumbling over your feet slightly as you began to walk over to the spot. You looked down as you walked, taking note of your Converse, the whites of your shoes now colored green making you frown. With your attention on your shoes, you didn’t notice the hand snaking around your waist until Caitlin pulled you into her. 
“You’re adorable you know that,” Caitlin muttered to you, peppering your cheeks with kisses in between words. 
“Thanks, I guess,” you giggled, her lips tickling you. 
“I love you,” she sighed, before pecking your lips and twirling you away. 
You stared at her as she ran back to the course, watching as her thigh muscles worked to support her, and her ponytail swayed right to left. You began to salivate until you snapped out of your daze. 
“I love you too! I hope you get,” you paused as your lack of golf knowledge was revealed. “The golf equivalent of a three-pointer!”
At that, Caitlin cracked a smile that warmed your heart. 
“Thanks, babe!”
She watched as you sat cross-legged, getting emersed in your little book world, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. The basketball player found herself snapping pictures of you, her face starting to hurt from smiling so much. 
“Clark, are you going to go or what,” Connor called out rolling his eyes. 
“Yeah,” Caitlin called back, her tone distant as she kept her eyes on you, walking closer to the teed-up ball. “What?”
Connor stared at her with annoyance, “Why did you invite me? If I knew this was basically going to be a date and I’d be third wheeling I wouldn’t have come.”
“Sorry,” Caitlin shrugged as she prepared to hit the ball. “I didn’t know that my girl would want to go with us. And with the limited time I have with her, I didn’t want to say no.”
Caitlin took a deep breath before swinging gently, hitting the ball flawlessly. Then, it was silent before you snapped your head up at cheers. 
“Babe! Babe,” Caitlin screamed running towards you. “I got a hole-in-one!”
You quickly stood and welcomed her into your arms. 
“I got a hole-in-one,” she repeated panting.
“That’s g-great love,” you smiled before your smile dropped. “That’s good right?”
“Yeah,” she giggled, kissing your cheek. “That’s good. It’s basically where a shot gets into the hole with no other shots.”
You just smiled and nodded, poking your fingers in her dimples, staring at her lovingly. 
“There is not a single thought behind those pretty eyes, is there,” she asks, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. 
“Nope.”
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