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selarina · 6 months

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Tracing Scars

→ Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k words

Content Warnings: hurt/comfort, megumi mentioned, canon-divergence, smut, oral sex(m!receiving), shower sex, choking Minors DNI

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The first time you see your boyfriend crying, you feel uneasy. You want to leave and never come back to this house again, but you stay. You sit down next to him even as he pushes and grunts himself away from your touch. You sit down on the dirty floor and you stare at the wall in front of you.

It takes an hour or maybe two, you haven’t been keeping track. For all you know you spent a whole day here. But he finally slithers his way over to you to seat himself next to you. You don’t look at him but you feel the warmth of his shadow against your own.

You don’t speak and neither does he but you know. You know this has to do with his old life.

He never speaks of it and you’ve never cared for it. Not truly. Not when that allows you to not talk about your old life.

It’s been so nice, you just worry now — now that his tears have dried up, if he’ll want to go back to that life.

From what limited information you have — it had been rough for him. The remnants of the scars you trace your hand over, the calloused rough hands that hold your cheek, the hallow part of his heart you can never seem to fill. It’s evidence enough.

“Toji,” your words come out hushed. It’s only loud enough to reach his ears.

“Yeah,” he speaks up, his voice hoarse and broken. Broken in different way from all the times you’ve heard him talk.

“What’s wrong?” you say.

He doesn’t say anything, and you expected as much.

“You don’t have to tell me,” you continue. “I can come back when you’re ready. I can leave.”

“Don’t,” his word is immediate, and it’s firm. But mostly, you think it’s scared. Even through the deep baritone of his voice, you can feel it.

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll stay. You can talk about it if you want.”

He doesn’t say anything again and you find that it doesn’t frustrate you. Maybe it should but it never does.

“I’ll stay even if you don’t want to talk,” you say, hoping that’s enough.

He doesn’t say anything again, but his hand reaches for yours and you spend a good few minutes just playing with them. Tracing soft patterns and letters as he sits rigidly next to you. With every trace, however, he softens.

Melting, and melting until you notice that his shoulder is hunched over, just a little.

You smile, and the room goes quite again but it doesn't last long this time.

“I saw my son,” he speaks up, and your smile fades its away.

“You did?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says. “I saw him. He’s grown now.”

“Yeah?” you ask. “How does he look?”

“Like a scrawny little thing. He looks like he eats nothing. He looks weak,” he tells you. “But you know the strangest thing happened — he started beating the shit out of this other kid. Big guy, muscles and all. And then another after another. They all fell to the ground, crying for their mothers,” he says, almost proud.

“Like father, like son. I guess,” you say with a soft chuckle.

“Yeah,” he says, and you sense some pride in his word. “Maybe he’s eating well then.”

“I’m sure he is,” you smile. Your hand encloses around his, as if to whisk him away you pull and he lets you, and that’s when you know — it’s time. “Let’s go take a bath.”

—

Not a minute later, you were walking into the bathroom just outside his bedroom. Inside, he glanced at himself in the mirror. His hand card through his dark hair.

"Do you want me to get a haircut?" he asked.

You smiled and shook your head. "Not yet. I like your hair like this. Do you like it?"

"I like what you like," he says nonchalantly as he swiped aside the shower curtains. He leaned over the tub, to turn the the water on, and switched it quickly over to the shower head.

The water usually takes a while to heat up so the two of you just wait.

"You want me to stay over today?" you ask. "I brought my car so I'll be fine going back late."

"You should stay," he says. "If you're not busy."

"Well, I have work but I'll set an alarm and close the door on my way out."

He nods, as he pulls his tshirt over his head, throwing it in the laundry chute that was next to the sink.

"I forgot my toothbrush at home," you say all too suddenly.

"I have the one you used last time," he nods towards the the second toothbrush placed in a stand. "Forgot to throw it out."

You don't respond instead you just pull your top over as well.

Your hand reaches out, placing itself under the shower head, feeling the water. Immediately, you drew it back.

"It's hot now," you say.

He hums, his hand reaching for your hips and you almost yelp at the touch of his cold hands.

"Your hands are cold," you say.

"Yeah?" he asks, as his move up to your bra strap.

"Yeah," you say as he undoes the clip. You discard your bra as you turn to face him.

You reach over to meet his lips for a kiss. The kiss — it's slow and steady but as most things with Toji go, it turns into rough and desperate venture instead.

His hands grab your hips, as he kept kissing you. He gives your lips a tug before he starts sucking them. His hands move from your hips to your ass, reaching down, reaching underneath your underwear to give them a squeeze as he continued to place kisses all over your lips, all over your neck.

And finally, after it felt like the two of you had been kissing for a millennia, you manage to pull away from his greedy lips, as you lower your knees down to the cold tiled floor.

Your hand make quick work, to reach under his sweatpants and his boxers, and it doesn't take long for you to find his cock hovering just a few centimeters away from your face.

He smacks the plump of your cheek with his cock, leaving it stained. In response, you rub the skin of your cheek is soft against him, not unlike a cat.

He groans, and your hand moves to hold him at the base as you start stroking his length. Both your hands continue stroking in opposite directions, so that every centimeter of him is within your touch.

You open your mouth wide and let the tip of cock sit on your tongue, before you begin to trace your tongue up and down, as his hands come up, over your head, to pull you in, urging you to do more.

And so you do, with the push of his hand, you move yourself forward, your throat swallowing up the full length of him.

And then, he thrusts further up, managing to choke you on the bare centimeters left of his cock. A few hard pumps, and then his cum spurted down your throat as you made quick work to wait and swallow it all whole.

"Come on," his hand reaches down to you. You take it and stand up. He urges you to jump. He walks inside, stepping beneath the shower head as he turns it on.

He toggles with the setting with one hand, making sure it's not too hot, or too cold, as you stay steady in the hold of his other hand. You don't move much, but you do leave soft kisses, leaving a mark every now and then on the slope of his neck.

It doesn't take long for the shower to reach a suitable amount of hot, and just after, you find your legs reaching to wound themselves tighter around his waist, as his cock makes its way into your pussy.

Your hips meet with a loud smack, cock pressed up and into your stomach. He is rough as he pulls out, and he's rough when his glides back in. Your legs dig deeper into his back at that, they tighten as if to keep him there with you like this all the time.

He reaches for your mouth, soaking up your cries and your growing moans. And it hasn't been too long, but Toji isn't surprised that he's coming already. He feels a certain softness for you today. You generally bring it out of him but today your arms tighten and your face crunches in pleasure, he starts thinking about a life with you. A new one, a brand new one, not this temporary state of limbo he's in. He thinks about a stupid picket fence house, not that you'd want that. You'd probably want something eclectic and strange, and so, his vision changes. He imagines a slew of strange items and trash. Trash he would willingly build a shelf for.

He groans at the thought of it all.

"Toji, I wanna cum," you moan into your words, into his neck.

"Yeah? You wanna cum?” Toji grits out, as he pushes you up against the wall behind you. You don't get time to feel the coldness of the tiles, it lasts for a moment, before the sensation of him inside you comes to the forefront once again.

"Yeah," you say. "Make me cum."

His hands reach up to your throat, he doesn't press on it, he simply keeps it there for a moment before finally, he begins to squeeze. You ease your mind into the sensation of being choked and help like this. And soon, your brain starts to slacken just little by little, until all you can see and feel is him — his hands, and his cock.

His hands looosen, as they come back up to support you by the waist, easing you up and down his cock as you feel the sensation of the slew of air reaching into throat.

“Cum for me, baby,” Toji groans, his lips up close to your neck.

And so, you do. Your cunt pulses and clenches before he pulls out. The white essence reaching the tiles below before the make its way into the drain.

You reach up, still drained from the orgasm but wanting to kiss him. Your lips meet in a tired kiss.

You pull away, patting his shoulder with no force in particular. "Let's actually take a bath now," you chuckle.

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nana-talks · 2 years

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something in the orange

pairing: rhett abbott x fem!reader word count: 2k warnings: drunk!rhett, angst

notes: y'all made me do this!! i can't stop thinking about this man!

inspired by something in the orange by zach bryan. gif by @a-reader-and-a-writer

friday, 15th

he kept stealing glances at her, hiding behind the brim of his hat and the glass of whiskey. she looked like sunlight underneath the orange light of the packed bar after the rodeo. he knew he recognized her from somewhere, his eyes smoothing over the familiar curves of her body. he was probably already too drunk to remember.

soon enough, perry joined him at the bar. they drank beers and reminisced on rhett’s awkward teenage years when somebody sat next to him at the booth with a thud. he felt a warm body pushing him up against the leather as a soft honey supple voice said:

“sorry.” he looked up and saw the same sunlight girl from earlier. “i got dared to ask you for a dance.” she hiccuped between words, her breath smelt like alcohol. “it’s okay if you say no, i am so drunk i’ll probably forget the embarrassment.”

rhett was so confused he looked up for his brother’s reaction. perry had a smug smirk in between his lips and shrugged his shoulders as he gulped from the beer bottle. don’t look at me, it said.

“i-” rhett looked back to the girl next to him, her eyes blown out but bright. she had warm cheeks and was biting her lip. “okay?” he answered.

before he could give it any more thought, she got up and pulled his hand. his lanky limbs struggled to get out of the booth as fast as she wanted him to, so as he lost balance, he grabbed her hips. she felt sturdy and warm underneath his palms. she pulled him towards the dance floor as another song started. the first chords of tennessee whiskey struck the boombox, couples started flooding the dance floor. he could hear the whistles coming from a group of girls near the pool table. but he couldn’t bear to tear his eyes away from the girl in front of him. she sighed, smiling and closing her eyes as she threw her head back.

“i love this song.” she said. she swayed in her step, turning around to face him and he couldn’t help but let his hands travel up her curves. his touch soft as her own hands tangled on the back of his head.

“i don’t think i got your name.” he said, his voice so low he was unsure if she heard him. but from their close proximity, his breath hitting the side of her face, she could hear him just fine.

“y/n.” she said. he saw the way she avoided his eyes, her cheeks burning up. “we- we went to school together?” it sounded more like a question than a statement.

as she said that, it was as if he was transported back to math class, second period, junior year. a pretty girl stumbles her way through class with a big group of girls. they all look at him and start to giggle. he buries his head under his hoodie, not noticing the pretty girl kept her eyes on him the whole class.

“math, right?” he asks, a bit embarrassed he didn’t recognize her before. her eyes shot up at him and he knew he was right. she giggled, hiding those eyes from him once more, but now on the crook of his neck. he could feel her breathing against his pulse point. he dragged his hands against her back and her breath hitched. “sorry i didn’t recognize you before.”

“i didn’t expect you to.” she said, straitening her back against his hands as her own fingers smoothed the back of his head. the touch of her warm palms against his skin felt like a jolt of electricity. “you- we ran in different circles.” she settled for. he nodded.

“thank you for the dance.” she changed the subject, as the song neared the end. “i’m sorry if that was… weird.”

“no problem.” he nodded, wondering if his legs would give out once she left her hold on him. “i- enjoyed our dance.”

she stepped back a single inch, her eyes wandering around his face, struggling to look away from his lips as she said: “i did too.” as she finally found his eyes, he felt his own breath hitch. there it was, that sunlight.

“we could do this again.” he couldn’t stop his mouth from forming the words, even as his brain told him to stop. “sometime.” his own eyes wandered, staring at the way she licked her lips.

“yeah. we could.” she said, flashing him a smile that made his heart thump loudly in his chest.

take me back to us dancing, this wood used to creak.

saturday, 23nd

it was nearing 1am. her leg kept bouncing and she knew if she took a deep breath, she would start crying.

“honey, are you sure you don’t want perry to take you home?” cecilia asked, her voice soft as she rested a hand on her shoulder. she wanted to wait for him, to talk to him. but he was probably not coming home tonight. with a soft hiccup, trying hard to swallow the tears, she nodded.

“yeah, i- i think i should go.”

before cecilia could ask for perry at the bottom of the stairs, a pair of headlights flooded the house in white. the sound of the rickety truck loud against the gravel outside. she had been waiting for so long she thought she knew what she wanted to say. but as the truck came to a stop, she halted from her seat at the kitchen table and opened the door in one fell swoop.

there he was. stumbling drunk out of the truck, his hat low in his head she couldn’t see his face. he didn’t dare look up as he struggled over the steps of the porch, thinking it was cecilia waiting awake for him at the door. once he finally looked, that wasn’t who he was met with.

she had thought of a million things to say. ranging from angry, to bitter, to indifferent. as she looked him in the eyes, the stormy cloud blue surprised to see her, she barely muttered, voice trembling:

“why didn’t you show?”

rhett stinked of alcohol and smoke, his clothes sweaty and twisted on his torso. he was definitely fucking someone else tonight while she waited for him at the diner for hours up until they closed. he was most definitely at some motel room while she drove to his house, worried something might have happened to him, only to find his family.

“i thought it was just a joke to you.” he said, slurring his words and bracing himself against the door frame. his hands itched to rest against her cheeks. she blinked several times, her head swirling as she understood his words.

“why would you think that?” she scoffed, feeling his warmth as he instinctively drew closer to her. “how could that be a joke?”

“oh i bet it would be funny.” he smirked, his drunk words tumbling out of his mouth as he lost a bit of balance. “makin’ me sit there, waitin’ on you. your friends takin’ pictures of me, so y’all can laugh it out later.”

“so what? you decided to jump the gun and make me wait for you?” she called out, her voice raising slightly, still trembling. she pushed past him, her fleeting touch against his chest like a fast current through his veins. “i know my friends weren’t the nicest in high school. but they only teased you to tease me.”

rhett was too drunk for this. “what?” he asked, turning in his heels too fast his legs twisted and he stumbled forward. she held his frame, smoothing her hands over his shoulders. before he could dwell on the feeling of her warmth against him, she withdrew.

“i’ve liked you since 7th grade.” she confessed, the built up tears finally releasing “why would finally going on a date with you be a joke?”

rhett was speechless. how could she have liked him? he couldn’t fathom someone liking him now, let alone in 7th grade. they stayed in silence for a while, until the wood creaked at the bottom of the stairs and perry showed up with sleep tossled hair and a plaid button down. he looked lost.

“ma told me to drive you home.” he said, his voice a mere whisper.

she nodded, brushing past rhett to grab her purse that laid on the kitchen table. “thank you, perry.” she said before they both walked towards the truck. rhett watched as the headlights became smaller and smaller until he couldn’t see the light anymore.

please, turn those headlights around

monday, 25th

he knew he looked terrible. but at least he was sober this time around.

the next morning, he got scolded by cecilia at the breakfast table. once amy finally arrived, she asked her dad: “why’s grandma fighting with uncle rhett?”

cecilia rolled her eyes, shaking her head and grabbing a bowl for amy’s cereal.

“well, you see, amy… uncle rhett here got in a fight with this girl that likes him, very much.” perry explained, looking over at his brother as he retold the story. “but he’s going to go see her tomorrow and apologize. because that’s what we do, right, honey?” he poured some milk over her cereal as he talked to her.

”yeah. when we make someone sad, we say sorry.” amy said, nodding as she took a spoonful.

rhett just tucked his chin in his chest, crossing his arms and reeling the embarrassment. he knew he fucked up. he didn’t need the entire family lecturing him on it.

so he did as he was told, as usual. but this time, because he also knew it was the right thing to do. he smoothed his hair at the back of his neck, tugging at the bottom of his best plaid blue shirt before walking in the diner. the bell rang and renée looked at him.

“just you today, honey?” she asked him. he waved his hand at her:

“i’m just looking for someone… uh, is… is y/n here today?” he asked, twisting his lips and avoiding her eyes.

renée gave him a knowing look up and down, heavily sighing: “she’s in the back. i’ll go get her for you.”

he kept fiddling with his jacket as he waited, standing in the middle of the diner. he could feel some stares from two old truckers sat at the end of the counter. right as he was about to give up, she walked through the double doors, two pancakes on her hands. her eyes met his and she froze in place. his hands reached to tip his hat towards her but he gave up halfway there, as she turned around quickly to set the pancakes with a smile.

“here you go. syrup’s right there if you want some.” he could make out her words as his breath quickened.

she finally walked over to him, her sunlit eyes dull like he had never seen before. “can we talk?” he muttered.

“no.” she answered, her voice stone cold. but she didn’t move.

“please?” he begged, his voice dropping even lower as his head tipped towards her.

“i-” she looks up at him, those blue eyes like starry night. “fine.” her hand finds his back as she pushes him towards the door. just as her palms find his frame, he feels a chill running down his spine.

it’s a chilly autumn cloudy day. she hugs herself, wearing only the red polo shirt of her uniform and a tiny pleated skirt. “i don’t have that much time.” she says.

“it’s okay. i- i’m not goin’ to keep you long.” he says, taking a deep breath and wringing his fingers once more. she nods, and his heavy breathing is all she can hear but she can’t bear to press him further. “i am sorry. very very sorry. about last night.” she just looks away from him, her eyes watering instantly at the sound of his guilt ridden voice. “i- i don’t know why i did it. i guess i was scared.”

“of what?” she half whispers, pushing herself to stare at him. his eyes are dark and partially hidden by the shadow of his hat.

“of you. of this. of facing the fact that you could actually like me.” he shrugged. “you can see how i’m not very likeable.” he grimaced, demeaning himself.

“rhett…” she couldn’t hold back her hands, reaching for his. his name sounded so heavenly at the tip of her tongue. her skin felt warm against his. she brushed her fingers against the palm of his hand and he closed his fist against her palm.

“i’m not expecting you to forgive me.” he closed his eyes, shaking his head. “i know i blew it. but… i needed to say sorry.”

before he could drag on his apology, she got on her tiptoes and let her lips rest against the corner of his mouth. 3 seconds too long. his hand flew to the small of her back, fighting the urge to press her against him. as she withdrew, he noticed her eyes were still closed. after she opened it, she said: “i will give you one more shot, cowboy. don’t mess this up.”

“yes, ma’am.” he answered quickly, still holding her fingers at the palm of his hand. his heart was beating so fast against his ribcage he thought he might bruise.

before she could turn back inside, he pulled on her in a swift motion and she thumped against his chest. “just so you know i mean it.” he said before kissing her.

#don't even look at me #i told myself i was DONE with writing but i literally couldn't stop thinking about this #rhett abbott #outer range #outer range fanfic #rhet abbott fic #rhett abbot smut #rhett abbott angst #lewis pullman #lewis pullman fic

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