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callofdutyma · 8 months

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the wrong bottle

Sanzu luxuriates on the plush king-sized bed, bare-chested and relaxed, anxiously awaiting your return from work. He yearns for your presence before he can drift off to sleep. As he lies there, his hand instinctively stretches out towards the nightstand, seeking the familiar bottle of pills he keeps nearby. Though, instead of grabbing the intended pills, his fingers wrap around a different bottle, filled with the aphrodisiacs you had planned to use later to celebrate your one year together. Oblivious to their true nature, he pours out two pills and swallows them effortlessly, unaware of the passionate journey that awaits him. Gradually, a tingling sensation begins to course through his veins, setting his body ablaze with desire.

In the midst of his heightened desire, Sanzu's gaze falls upon the shirt you left on the bed, the very one you wore last night. Without hesitation, he reaches out and grasps it, bringing it to his face. Inhaling deeply, he is met with the intoxicating scent of your lingering presence, which only serves to further fuel the aching in his core. The combination of the growing intense sensations and the familiar aroma overwhelms his senses, amplifying his desire for you. As he takes in the scent of your shirt, Sanzu's body quivers with an uncontrollable surge of pleasure.

Overwhelmed by the relentless surge of arousal, Sanzu can no longer resist the urge that consumes him. With a whimper escaping his lips, he surrenders to the intensity of his longing. His hand instinctively reaches down, finding its way to the bulge that strains against the fabric of his boxers. The touch sends shivers of pleasure coursing through his body, a desperate attempt to alleviate the overwhelming ache that consumes him. With closed eyes as he continues to smell the shirt, he envisions you, the softness of your skin against his own, the warmth of your breath on his neck, the sweet taste of your lips as they brush across his. As his thoughts awash with images of you, his hand strokes his length through the fabric, the pleasure dancing across his body, evoking breathy moans that escape his lips. Sanzu's body aches with a pulsing desire as his fingers reach under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor. His flesh feels the cool air on his bare skin, the touch of air itself adding to his pleasure. Sanzu can feel his body beginning to quiver as his fingers gently begin to stroke along the smooth skin of his length. His heart rate quickens as he closes his eyes and lets his thoughts wander back to all of the hot intimate moments that he and you have shared.

Sanzu’s movements are becoming more primal as his body attempts to process the intense sensations that he's feeling. His breathing grows more erratic, shallow and ragged as the aphrodisiacs are having a profound effect on him, driving his body beyond anything he's ever encountered before. With the desire for release becoming more and more unbearable, Sanzu's hand reaches a fever pitch as he continues to stroke himself, the friction causing his breath to become sharper and the pace to increase. He can feel his length swelling in his hand, the veins bulging out along its length. A thick bead of pre-cum has formed at the tip, dripping down onto his hand as he continues to jerk himself off with increasing fervour. “Oh... oh god... oh fuck... I'm gonna cum...” Sanzu whispers between gasps for air as he feels his orgasm beginning to build up inside him. The aphrodisiacs have completely taken over his body, forcing him to give in to the pleasure they're creating within him.

He begins to lose control of his body as he continues to stroke himself while thinking of sex with you and sniffing your shirt, his hips bucking wildly as he strives to reach his climax. He bites his lower lip, a desperate whimper escaping his mouth as he feels his shaft twitch and throb with every passing second. Sanzu continues to let out breathy groans and whimpers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Ohh... oh fuck! The fuck is going on right now…” He groans, still confused as to why he’s so damn horny. It seems like all of his senses are heightened, but he doesn't know what to make of it. The pressure continues building up inside of him until he feels his balls begin to tighten up. The thought of how your walls would clench around him when you both cum enters his mind, causing Sanzu to cry out as he spurts out thick ropes of cum onto his stomach.

Even after he finishes, Sanzu is taken aback to find the intense need and heat persisting. It's as if the sensation that he thought would end in release is actually intensifying. His body is trembling, every breath catching in his throat as the heat in his core only becomes more and more unbearable. Sanzu grabs his phone to text you, he’s desperate for you, not fully understanding what's wrong with his body. All he knows is he needs you, badly. He types desperately, his fingers trembling as he writes, his thoughts clouded by the effects of the aphrodisiac and the desire for release. “Somethings happening to me, I need you…” His hand meets his length once again, needing to touch himself as he holds the phone in his other hand.

After a couple minutes, Sanzu receives a text back, “what’s wrong Haru?”

“Somethings happening to my body, I need you here!” Sanzu responds as he grazes his finger over his tip, smearing the leaking liquid as a whine escapes his lips.

“What’s happening? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, I feel really hot, and aroused…” He texts back, moans and whimpers continuing to fall from his parted lips as he stares at the phone screen.

“But we did it just before I left for work, how are you this needy already?”

“I don’t know! I need you to come home and help me, please… I’m so fucking horny!”

“Haru I can’t, I’m on my break right now, but after this I have a meeting. Can you just help yourself until I get there?”

“I tried already! I fucking came and it didn’t make a difference! Please, come home! I need you so fucking bad it’s killing me.”

“I can’t just come home because you wanna fuck again, this meeting is important. Just because you’re in Bonten and make a lot of money, doesn’t mean I can just ditch my job whenever you want me to.”

“PLEASE! DO IT FOR ME! I’M BEGGING YOU!”

Your eyes widen as you read his pleading text message. You can’t believe how desperate he is, how he isn’t able to wait until you get home from work. You’re genuinely confused. You sigh and respond, “okay, I’ll be home soon.”

“Thank you babe, please hurry…” Sanzu says, placing the phone down as he increases his strokes, his body trembling with heat and arousal.

You walk into your apartment, expecting to find Sanzu waiting patiently for you. To your surprise, he's on the bed, his pink hair sticking to his face slightly from sweat, his hand on his lower part, his clothes off, and sniffing your shirt. He looks up at you, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he struggles to breathe. His body trembles and shivers, moaning out your name, begging you for help and relief. He looks completely overwhelmed.

Your eyes abruptly catch the opened pill bottle on the nightstand, and they widen in shock. “Haru, you took the aphrodisiacs I got for us.”

“Shit… Aphrodisiac’s?” He asks in between breaths.

“Yeah, they were for tonight, to celebrate one year. How many did you take?” You ask with worry in your voice.

“Two.”

You gasp, “oh god, you took both of ours! They’re high dosage, one per person max!”

Sanzu’s eyes hungrily trail up and down your body as you stand there, “fuck, please help me babe… I need you so fucking badly.” He says, his hand still on his length as it pulses in his hand at the sight of you. You smile at his pleading eyes and begin to undress slowly, your facial expression mischievous as you take your time, slowly peeling off each piece of clothing with a little purr. Sanzu can hardly contain himself, his eyes locked on your body as you slowly undress. You notice a slight twitch in his body as he watches you get naked, then he suddenly spurts out his cum, biting his lip and whining at the release. When he spills the last drop, he lets out another whimper, his eyebrows tilting upward as the feeling still hasn’t eased up, and he’s still hot and aroused beyond belief, “jesus fuck, I’m still horny as shit…” He says in a whiney voice.

You crawl up onto the bed, and lean over Sanzu, before grabbing the hand he had on his length and placing it on your body. His breath is hitched and he gazes at you with lustful eyes as his fingers begin to move up and down your body, his touches are frantic and insistent, his body trembling with desire for you. The aphrodisiac had fully taken hold, and he can't resist the pull of your presence. Your skin is like fire to his touch, and he's burning up inside from just having you so close. You open the drawer of the nightstand with a sly smirk, quickly pulling out some hand cuffs he stole off some cops he killed once and brought them home for the both of you to use. You quickly cuff both of his hands to the headboard of the bed, hearing the cuffs click in place with a satisfying lock. He looks at you, “ohhhh fuck,” he says in a panicked tone. You smile wickedly and kneel between his legs. You grab his length and place the tip against your lips, teasing him by running your tongue along the underside of the head. Sanzu whines and bucks his hips towards you, trying to push himself deeper into your mouth. You’ve barely even touched him, and he already felt like he’d burst again at any minute. His body arches as he thrashes his head back, his body quivering with pleasure, his eyes falling closed. You lean closer, lightly licking the tip as your free hand begins to stroke his throbbing length. Sanzu heaves out a deep breath and a whine. His lips curl back in a primal growl as his breathing grows faster and shallow. He looks like he might explode at any moment, his muscles tight with tension. It's as if the aphrodisiac’s have unlocked an animalistic level of desire in him, a hunger that can only be satiated by you. And you love it.

You lean away from him, your hands running slowly down his body. You touch your fingertips to his abs, enjoying the feel of his tight muscles. He lets out a breathy moan and his length twitches at your touch. Then, you sit down on his thigh and begin moving your wet folds across it, rubbing slowly and seductively. Sanzu lets out a deep, throaty moan as he watches your every move, his eyes fixed on your tantalizing body. He strains towards your touch, his movements heavy with lust. He's completely helpless, his mind and body flooded with the aphrodisiac and your touch. You love the power you have over him, and you let him know it. As you move your lower part across Sanzu's thigh, he lets out a long breathy whine. The aphrodisiacs are working their magic, stirring up his senses and bringing him to new levels of arousal. His body begins to shake with desire, his arms straining for you and his lower part throbbing with the need to release. You continue to drag your lower body against his thigh, teasing him with its nearness. You moan softly and moan his name as you rub your wet folds against him, and he continues to breath heavily, watching you with half-lidded and desperate eyes. It’s all too much for Sanzu to handle as his body begins to shake with pleasure, the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold and the tension reaches a breaking point. His breathing grows even more heavy and shallow, and his eyes roll back in his head as he releases onto himself. “Jesus fuck… I just came without even having my cock touched.” Sanzu breathes. The euphoric climax subsides but the intensity of the aphrodisiac hasn't faded yet. Sanzu lets out a low whine, remaining sensitive from the release, as his body tenses from the continued effects of the aphrodisiac.

Seeing the lust and need rising in Sanzu's eyes, you slowly slide your body down the bed, you move closer and kiss his tip gently, your breath blowing over the sensitive skin and causing him to squirm in pleasure. Sanzu lets out a long, throaty moan, his head is rolling back and his breathing is heavy and ragged. His hips instinctively move to meet your touch, and you gently suck on his tip, bringing forth another whine from his throat. His legs shake and he begins to breathe out long sighs as you continue teasing his tip, his teeth clenched and his eyes glazed over with lust, he tries to control himself, but his desire and frustration over your teasing are growing. His jaw tightens and he growls and moans at the torture of what you're putting him through. “I swear to fuck, if you don’t suck my cock right now, you’ll regret it.” Sanzu says in a low and menacing tone. He glares at you with an intense fury, like a caged animal looking for an outlet to release his lust fuelled energy, and you can see the hunger in his eyes, the need to be with you. But you keep that away, your eyes lingering over his body and your smile growing. You tease him, “is that so?”

Sanzu's eyes pierce through you. “Just you wait,” he growls, “just you wait. Once I get my chance, I'll tie you up and torture that body of yours until you beg, and never give you the release you want. It’ll make everything you've put me through now look like a walk in the park.” He says, his expression dark. “Do you really want that?”

You hear the ferocity in his voice and see his dark expression, and you realize that he means what he says. You gulp and take a deep breath. You see the monster inside him and now you knows there is no teasing, no games. You know that he wants you and that if it's not on his terms, he’ll really make you regret it. You quickly grab his shaft and bring your mouth down on his length, taking him inch by inch. Sanzu’s head falls flat on the pillow once again, his eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a deep, throaty moan. All he can do is whimper and buck his hips, his limbs bound to the bed, unable to grip the sheets or the back of your head. He cries out and gasps for air, his body quivering and tense with pent up excitement. As you suck, you massage the bottom of his shaft with your tongue, tracing around the rim of his head. You bring your hand up to his balls, and gently massage them as you continue sucking. Sanzu groans and whines louder now, he’s shaking with anticipation, the effects of the aphrodisiacs making him even more sensitive to your sucking and your touch. His breath is quick, his heart beating furiously in his chest. Sanzu’s head is spinning, he can barely take it anymore. His whole body is trembling and his eyes are rolled back in his head. The aphrodisiac, along with having already came a few times is making him feel more sensitive than ever. His eyes snap open, and he looks at you, his jaw clenched and his eyes filled with passion. He's reaching the point of release, letting out a deep throaty growl. His muscles contract and relax in waves, a feeling of euphoria overtaking him. His eyes stay fixed on you as he releases into your mouth, spurting his warm seed down your throat.

When he finishes, you smirk and pull your mouth off of him. Sanzu lets out a frustrated groan as his intense need hasn’t eased up even in the slightest. You crawl up his body with a sly grin, an idea in mind. You sit down on his face, and Sanzu lets out a muffled groan, his eyes widening in shock as his length twitches. He tries to speak against your folds, but it comes out muffled, so you pull away slightly to let him speak, “damn you… You know how much I fucking love eating your pussy, so you know I wouldn’t punish you for this…” Sanzu breathes. You chuckle mischievously and put your wet folds back down on his mouth. Sanzu begins to lick and suck, tasting you while letting out throaty muffled whines. Your moans fill his ears, only adding to his intense arousal.

You feel his tongue swirl around your clit, teasing and sucking gently at the sensitive nub. Sanzu’s hips buck against the air as he laps at your folds, his length twitching as he feels his balls tightening. You begin to grind against his face, riding his tongue. You start to breathe heavily, your eyes half-lidded as you look down at him. His groans against your folds get louder as he thrusts against the air, feeling his orgasm approaching, only from eating you out and the effects of the aphrodisiacs, not even touching himself. The muscles in his neck tighten, his tongue flicking rapidly over your clit, and you feel yourself starting to cum. You scream out in pleasure, your juices flowing freely down his chin. You keep grinding against his face as you ride out your orgasm, your pussy twitching. Sanzu lets out a muffled whimper, spurting out his cum onto himself as he feels your orgasm against his mouth, while tasting your juices. After a few moments of catching your breath, you climb off his face, and he looks at you, panting. “It’s not enough,” he growls, “I need more.” His words come out between a mix of pleasure and frustration, he's losing his mind, his body shaking with need and his mind still consumed by the effects of the aphrodisiacs. He's breathing rapidly and shallowly, each breath sounding like a groan of need and desire. “Fuck… Ride me, fucking ride me, please…” Sanzu says between heavy breaths.

You straddle his waist, taking in the sight of his body underneath you, trembling but so strong and powerful. Sanzu's eyes lock on to your body as you straddle him, the sight of your naked flesh in front of him is almost too much to bare. He chokes back a whimper, he’s feeling every nerve in his body and he's overwhelmed by the anticipation of being inside you. Sanzu's body tightens as he feels you grab his length. You hold it up, and bring yourself down onto it, taking him in, inch by inch. His muscles start to quiver and his eyes roll back in his head. He lets out a low whine, “fuuuck,” he chokes out, feeling the tightness of your walls swallow him up, “I’m gonna cum already… Jesus fuck…”

You smirk, and you’ve now sat fully on his length. Sanzu’s body shudders and his jaw tenses as he tries to hold back, but you move once, and that was all it took for Sanzu to release inside of you. He lets out a deep, throaty moan, spurting his warm seed into you. The feeling of his warmth is adding to your arousal, and you begin to ride him through his orgasm with a sly grin. His breath catches in his throat and he lets out a deep whine as you continue, the aphrodisiac and having came multiple times now adding to how sensitive he is.

The power you feel from taking the initiative and the intensity of his desire make the experience even more pleasurable for you. You can’t help but feel all hot and tingly from Sanzu’s reactions, and knowing you’re the only one who can satisfy his needs. You love the way he thrashes underneath you, and the desperate whines he makes, knowing how endlessly needy he is for you.

Sanzu’s feeling each and every movement you make intensely and his body reacts in turn, like a string being pulled. “God baby…” He moans. Sanzu’s mouth opens in pleasure and he moans and grunts with the sensation. His body is shaking and shivering as the rush of adrenaline sweeps over him. His eyes close tight, his face contorted as he releases inside of you once again.

You moan and bite your lip at being filled up more, feeling the warm sensation. You feel his length twitch inside of you, and Sanzu looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, you can tell the aphrodisiacs are finally starting to wear off, and he’s getting closer to finally being fulfilled. “Keep going.” Sanzu breathes.

You continue to ride him, only speeding up your pace. Sanzu’s eyebrows curl and his breaths become deeper and more urgent. His muscles tense and shake. You lean into the moment, letting the intensity build up. Your eyes are closed and you’re biting your lip as you give him the experience of his lifetime. You’re not going to stop until he is completely satisfied.

You lean down and kiss him softly. Your mouth caresses and teases his, your breaths mingling together. Your hands roam over his body, exploring every inch of his muscles. Your bodies are pressed together, and the tension between the two of you reaches its peak. You both let out a deep throaty moan of pleasure, your bodies trembling and quivering as a wave of pleasure washes over the two of you. Sanzu grits his teeth at the feeling of your pulsating walls, milking his sensitive length. The release of tension is palpable, and you both breathe heavily as you pull away. Sanzu’s mouth is parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his muscles are tense and quivering, and you can tell he’s completely exhausted. “God damn… I lost track of how many times I came.”

You chuckle and collapse beside him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close. Your bodies are pressed together in a warm embrace, your breathing slowly returning to normal after the intensity of the moment. Sanzu stares at you with a deep satisfaction in his eyes and a smirk on his face, “those aphrodisiacs really work, don't they?”

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jujutsubaby · 2 months

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after hours (part 7)

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader, satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: time to face the music, even if you're hungover. and by music...it's the missed calls and texts and from toji. what could he possibly want? ☆ tags: modern au, academia au, babysitting au ☆ warnings: mentions of alcohol, food poisoning, sexting, slight dubcon, dirty talking ☆ a/n: another longie (7.8k+ words SORRY) but i hope you guys enjoy the foreplay. y/n is about to be dicked down every day like good for her!! but also!! wish that were me! 🤭 next one will be filled with smut so dw u horndogs!! also i'm unsure when then 3sum will come but i'm thinking in like SOON in like...10ish parts (i hope not more). i want to slow burn lead up to it and hint it more before actually writing about it LOL (also ik it sounds like a taco bell commercial in the end its not ok i just love taco bell!!!) 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

the soft morning light shines through curtains you forgot to close last night, and the harshness of the sun causes you to stir in your sleep, waking you harshly.

your heart beats fast and you open your eyes and are unable to move a single limb on your body. panic sets in, only to dissipate seconds later as you find a rather tall lump of a man’s leg trapping you in the corner of your sofa.

ugh, how did i get here? why is it so bright? why does every inch of my body hurt? oh god, i’m about hurl.

you barely hold back dry heaving in your laid down position. your head is pounding and you don’t like how empty your stomach is right now. why do my legs hurt? i feel like i can’t feel them anymore. oh, right.

the large shape of a man who’s body is halfway strewn across yours, satoru, is now constricting the blood flow to your legs, and you know you have to do the daunting task of waking him up.

“psst, satoru. wake up.” you lightly pat his unruly head of white hair, but with no success. you start hitting his head harder, as you quickly start to lose more feeling in your legs, until you practically are shouting his name, swatting his head and kicking his torso. satoru abruptly wakes and turns around the small sofa, which actually has no room for turning, so he actually ends up taking a small dive into the hardwood floors of your living room.

satoru lets a groggy yet painful groan. “what the literal fuck, y/n?!” his words are almost incoherent with sleep laced between them as he rubs his arms that took the brunt of the fall. “as if my head isn’t aleady fuckin’ killin’ me.”

you groan out in pain. “my legs were being suffocated by your large body!”

none of you answer, and continue to lay still in your respective positions for what feels like hours, until your headache becomes almost too unbearable to withstand.

“satoru~” you whine out. “m’head…it hurts so much, i feel like i’m gonna die…” you turn your body as slow as you can to the edge of the couch to see satoru’s face. his eyes are still closed, but scrunched, and his hand is resting on his forehead.

“it’s called a hangover. get in line, stupid.”

“don’t call me stupid right now, satoru. i’m in pain!” you cry out, your fingers doing their best to sooth your pain by rubbing harsh circles on your temples.

satoru slowly sits up without looking at you, grabs a decorative pillow from the chaise of your couch, and immediately face plants on to it on the floor, effectively falling asleep once more. you think that’s not a bad idea, now that you have more space, and close your eyes and force your mind to concentrate on anything but your throbbing head.

okay, so we got back from the barcade. me and satoru…we…kissed. we definitely kissed. i remember that. and then? did we have sex? no, that doesn’t like us - neither of us are keen on having sex drunk for a variety of reasons besides the obvious ones.

your thoughts slowly drown out as you find yourself falling into a second deep slumber.

the second time you and satoru wake for the day is the most disconcerting: a loud, high pitched scream.

you wake up with your heart pounding so hard, you think you’re dying from cardiac arrest. satoru thinks he threw up in his mouth from how fast he stood up with a headache. both of your eyes look at the direction of the scream and see a horrified and bewildered shoko staring wide eyes and slack jawed at you. wait, why isn’t she looking at my eyes? she’s looking at my…oh my god!

you look down and see your bralette lightly torn up and your titties completely exposed and you immediately turn to look at satoru (who’s alternating between staring at your eyes and your tits). and then back at shoko.

oh? oh. OH. OH! it fucking hits you like a ton of bricks and your hungover brain immediately goes into panic mode, shoving all signals of hunger, pain, and soreness aside.

“sh-shoko, it’s obviously not like that. this is actually so funny, you know…” you do a failed attempt at a lighthearted chuckle and fumble around for a decorative pillow until satoru hands you the one he was sleeping on.

“yeah, it’s not at all what you think it is. i didn’t…i didn’t even know she had boobs until like…right now. i swear, it’s not-” satoru bumbles, also going into damage control.

“save it. i don’t care. not right now, when i’m too hungover,” shoko says, closing her eyes and raising a hand up as she bolts to her room and closes the door.

you figure you do the same and hastily get up and grab satoru’s hands. the two of you stumble your way into your bedroom and lock the door and catch your breaths.

“ohmygod this is so embarrassing,” you say whisper, not wanting shoko to overhear your conversation. you start rubbing your temples again as satoru face plants, again, on to your bed. he doesn’t respond to you so you join him and push him to his back and try to get his attention. his eyes are still scrunched closed and he lets out a groan.

“satoru, do you even know what happened? shoko probably thinks we had…ugh i can’t even say it!”

this makes him open one eye to look at you and cock an eyebrow. he lets out a laugh, which makes you let out laugh (against your will). you playfully hit his chest but he intercepts your wrists with ease and pulls you on top of him so that your sitting up on his torso while he’s laying down.

this feels nice but…you know deep down you two should probably address the elephant in the room. you uncomfortably clear your throat and he opens his eyes. “maybe we should talk about last night…” you say with a sigh.

“what’s there to say? there’s nothing wrong with two friends kissing,” satoru says cheekily, his voice still slightly deep and groggy. kinda hot.

his response puts you at ease, and your fingers start toying with the buttons on his shirt (not in a sexual way, but in a ‘this feels nice to fidget with so i don’t have anxiety’ kinda way).

“yeah, but maybe we should…i dunno…talk about it?” you question, avoiding eye contact with him.

“like?”

“like, i dunno…” you start to chicken out before forcing yourself to say what you really want to say. “i dunno…are we only gonna kiss each other from now on? because i kinda still…wanna kiss toji…” your voice becomes barely audible near the end.

satoru stays quiet for longer than you anticipated, and you’re about to step off him to throw up in the bathroom before he finally responds with a resounding hum.

“yeah, i don’t mind. if i’m being honest…with us having school and work and all…it might be hard to make this an exclusive thing. and also…i know mia was a bitch to literally everyone but…god…” satoru sighs deeply. “her ass was insane, i’m sorry!”

you laugh wholeheartedly and grab a nearby pillow and hit his head softly in jest. you should’ve known someone like satoru, someone as horny as satoru, would not want to be tied down during grad school just yet. a sense of relief washes over you as you feel grateful that satoru has always matched your wavelength since high school. you start to think of the second elephant in the room. what will we tell shoko? and suguru? and utahime and literally all of our friends? there’s no telling shoko hasn’t already told utahime…

“also…maybe we should keep this between us…for now. especially after…” you trail off, deep in thought about the prospect of your friends finding out.

“yeah, that sounds like a good idea…” satoru says, smirking slowly. “definitely because of our friends but also…it’s always fun to have a sexy secret with someone.”

“shut up!” you give him a smack across the chest, before thinking. i mean, it’s not like you hated kissing him. and you didn’t hate it when he played with your titties. “maybe…i mean…maybe we can still, you know, fool around still?” you say shyly.

“maybe we can fuck too if that’s something you’re down for?” satoru says unabashedly.

you lean your body down, pressing against him, and bring your lips inches from his lips, before saying you’d like that a lot. he closes the gap and starts kissing you deeply, just like the night before. satoru’s hands move up and down your hips, leaving no part of your torso untouched. your hips buckle into his and starts grinding against his already hard member. your skirt from last night has already risen up, so the cool metals of his belt are grinding up and down your clothed core, making you squirm and moan into his mouth.

satoru breaks the kiss and you whine at the loss of contact. your lips immediately latch on to his neck, leaving small wet spots all over.

satoru groans. “fuck, need this off.” he puts his fingers around the waistband of your skirt and shimmies it off of you, leaving you exposed in your thong and have ripped bralette.

your hands immediately get to work and unbuckles his belt. your hands fumble as you unzip his pants and slide them halfway down, his erect clothed member coming into view. satoru lets out a throaty breath as you start palming his hard member and leaving kisses from his neck down to his happy trail. before you’re able to start kissing below the belt, satoru pulls your head up via bunching up your hair into a makeshift ponytail and starts to kiss you as he sits up.

“maybe we should take this into the shower…” he mumbles in between kisses. you nod and break off the kiss.

“what time is it?” you say, as you look around for your phone. you find it only to see that the battery is completely dead. frowning, you get up to charge it before continuing your activities with satoru.

“jesus, it’s 11 in the mornin’” satoru says, sounding slightly flustered. “fuck! i’m gonna be late for a lab meeting!” he says, as he starts to put his belt back on.

you frown. “so no shower sex?”

“i promise you, i want nothing more than to fuck your brains out in that shower.” satoru scrunches his eyes, and you wonder if he’s in genuine pain over the fact that he can’t. “but i unfortunately told nanami i’d personally talk to professor masamichi about his referral.”

“since when do you care about holding up your end of the bargain like that?” you say, cocking an eyebrow. you’ve known satoru for years, and you don’t think he’s ever showed up to a professional meeting on time, nor did he ever care to follow through with requests given to him by his peers.

“yeahhh, i know but nanami said he’s gonna send a deep web hitman for me after tricking him into my party and forcing him to be on my pool team…soo…”

“you’re so insane.”

“i think i’m going insane forfeiting pussy to go to a lab meeting, alright?”

you laugh softly. perhaps it’s probably a good time to let satoru go so you can begin your day. you have a laundry list of things to get done that thinking about it is enough for you to feel sick (showering, studying, talking to shoko without satoru there, and more things you know you’re forgetting). “well, thanks for offering anyway,” you say.

“c’mere,” satoru says, holding out his arms to you. you melt into the hug he gives you and look up.

“still seein’ you for study group later?” you ask him, recalling you, nanami, and haibara were planning to do some studying for your final at the university library later this evening.

“oh shit, yeah. gotta clean up the aftermath of last night at my place and then i’ll be there,” he assures you, before grabbing his phone. you quickly put on a pair of pajama shorts and replace your torn up bralette with an old sleeping oversized tee and lead satoru to the doorway of your apartment. you wave goodbye to him, and prepare yourself to have a potentially awkward conversation with shoko after what she saw this morning.

you scurry to shoko’s bedroom and knock twice on the door, and shoko immediately opens it and lets you in. you give her a pouty look, internally apologizing for the sight in the morning. it’s not necessarily that she saw you topless (you guys are roommates and nip slips happen), it’s more so that you were topless with satoru.

“glad to see you finally wearing clothes, you slut,” shoko says tiredly. you can detect a slight joking tone in her voice and it relaxes you immediately. you sigh softly.

“listen, shoko.” you start but hesitate. you want to tell shoko what really happened last night, but you remember you’re the one who didn’t want to tell your mutual friends about you and satoru. shoko and you have been best friends for so long and you can’t bear to lie to her or keep something from her. no literally, you tried to in the past but she saw through you within minutes and you ended up divulging everything to her. you figure now is no different, and you also trust her not to tell suguru or anyone else.

shoko snaps her fingers at you. “hello, y/n? where’d ya go?”

“i hooked up with satoru last night.” you say quickly, praying she doesn’t ask you to say it again.

shoko is silent and you cannot read her face for the life of you. “okay, it wasn’t even a hook up, i dunno why i said that. we just made out and like sortofmadeittosecondbasebutit’snotthatserious-”

your rambling is interrupted by shoko’s laughter howling across the room. shoko tries to calm down and collect herself. “wow, i mean, i sort of clocked it because of how you were this morning but oh my god? like it finally happened?”

you plop down on her bed next to her and shake her to make her stop laughing. “shokoo~ stop it! i was really horny last night, okay!” you’re scrambling to defend yourself from this blunder.

“yeah, but him? kinda…embarrassing, no? i mean i know he’s hot, like even i can attest to that but gojo is like…hot and insufferable…like i’m happy for you but at what cost to you?” shoko explains as she wipes away tears from her eyes from laughing too hard.

“i know, it is embarrassing and i dunno what i see in him but…when i see him…shoko,” you start rubbing your temples as you feel your headache coming on again. “i just wanna fuckin’ jump his bones, dude.” you think you hear shoko mumble something about how she cannot stand straight people. she has a point.

“so what now?” shoko asks, getting up from her bed and grabbing her scrubs from her closet, slowly getting ready for her shift at the hospital.

“well, for starters, you cannot tell anyone because we said we would keep it secret so you gotta pretend you dunno about this.” you go on to tell shoko about how you guys would continue to fool around casually. “it’s because we have so much going on and you know…i still wanna kiss toji.” wait, toji. toji’s text? did he respond. how could you have forgotten something you were obsessing over the whole night yesterday?! it finally hits you that satoru finally took your mind off of toji for a while, and that he could’ve finally messaged you back this morning.

shoko mulls this information over for a bit, and you already know what her next question is. “can i tell utahime? pleeeaaassseeee!” she whines.

“if you tell utahime she might actually kill me in my sleep.” you say exhasperatedly.

“no, no she won’t. she might want to take you for a psych eval or something but that’s it. she might throw up too, i guess. and she might cry for you. and she-”

“okay, i’ve heard enough.” you stop shoko, getting up from her bed and heading back to your room. before exiting shoko’s bedroom, you quickly give her permission to tell utahime but no one else. it’s quite pathetic how fast you run to your desk where your phone lay charging. your practically jumps out of your chest as you see 5 missed text messages from toji:

toji: Holy fuck, pumpkin 🥵 your titties are so fuckin insane. im so fuckin hard right now.

toji: Wyd tn?

toji: You’ve made me so hard right now n someone’s gotta help me fix this mess. Im bout to beat myself off to this pic fuck

toji: [1 Photo]

toji: [1 Video]

you open the photo he sent and gasp. it’s a photo of him in front of his mirror, shirtless, and him holding his clearly erect member, except it’s barely peeking through the granite counter tops of his bathroom. you open the video and see it’s a video of him…oh my god, it’s a video of him touching himself? you’re appalled and turned on because he looks so good in it and you wish it was you getting him off instead. you check the timestamp, and you’re embarrassed to realize he sent this around the time you were having your heavy makeout session with satoru or around the time you passed out shortly after.

the video continues to play as you strip yourself completely, creep to the bathroom, and turn on the shower. as you wait for it to get to the temperature you like, you continue to watch the video of toji stroking himself, and your hand automatically guides itself to your already wet and throbbing core. just knowing toji recorded this for your viewing pleasure (and it was indeed an immense pleasure viewing it) turned you on so much that you felt near your climax already. you start rubbing harsher circles on your delicate bundle of nerves, until you’re unable to hold back any longer. the sound of the shower blocks out your throaty moans, and you end up coming undone around the same time as toji does in the video. you breath heavily as you see white streaks painting toji’s shower, not dissimilar from your location.

through heavy breaths, you quickly send a picture of your fingers resting and covering the bare “v” on your body. this time, you immediately get a response.

toji: Fuck pumpkin, you left me all alone last night and now you do this?

immediately you respond back, biting back a smile.

y/n: you’re the one who left me hanging all day :( i had to cum all by myself just right now looking at your video daddy

you hit send and it’s been only 10 seconds before you see that toji is ringing you. you let it ring a little bit longer, not wanting to sound desperate for him, even though you totally are. “hii toji~” you say sultrily.

“pumpkin, you better come over tonight.” toji’s husky voice sends shivers through your spine, and you have to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes in pleasure. god, this is just what his voice does to you? you want him bad.

“hmm, why should i? i’m hurt after you ignored me all day, toji.” you try to sound strict and upset over the phone but it’s hard when your body is already ready for another orgasm.

“aww don’t gimme that,” toji coos. “i’ll take care of your pretty little puss- oh whoops, megumi is here, but you know what i mean.” you can hear him smirking on the other line and you almost get second-hand embarrassment from him almost saying a bad word in front of megumi.

“how can you take care of me when you don’t even respond to my texts?” you whine. “go fuck the other girl you were fucking last night instead of me.” oh wow. you don’t know where that came from, but the hangover you have right now is making you feel brattier than usual. and you actually do want to know what he was doing (or who) all day yesterday, even if it makes you a hypocrite since you were with satoru last night (and this morning).

you hear toji roar with laughter, a little too much in your opinion, and you pout. where does he get off laughing about how he ghosted me last night? “okay, if you must know…megumi got himself some classic food poisoning from the parent-teacher conference.” though the parent-teacher conference feels decades away, your heart drops for poor megumi and you gasp. “calm down pumpkin, he’s fine now so don’t worry. his friends just made him eat somethin’ weird on the playground, i think.”

“oh my god, toji!” you say horrified. “okay, i’m coming over tonight with some soup. and not for you okay, for megumi.” who are you kidding? you’re also partially going so toji could fuck your brains out but you’re not about to give him that satisfaction.

“whatever you say, pumpkin. see you at 6:30? i’ll make dinner.” ugh, he always knows what to say to sound so romantic and you fall for it all the time. plus, seeing a domestic toji in the kitchen…god you can’t even think about it because you might end up screaming at how horny you might get.

“see ya, daddy.” you say jokingly. toji and you say goodbye and hang up. you quickly shoot a text to your study group quickly making up an excuse as to why you can no longer come. while nanami and haibara respond in the group with thumbs ups, satoru messages you privately.

satoru: wtf i didn’t know fucking you this evening was still on the table?

you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. what the hell is he on about?

y/n: what r u talkin about u weirdo

satoru doesn’t respond, and you’ve been wasting so much water already having an entire phone conversation with toji and, admittedly touching yourself that you might as well get in. the hot shower envelops your sore body, and before you’re able to fully wet yourself, you hear the ding of your phone. you really shouldn’t…but you were never good at controlling yourself. you quickly open the shower and bring your phone in, shielding it from the water.

satoru: u obvi cancelled to see toji im not stupid

y/n: no comment

satoru: cancel on him i promise u baby i will fuck u better and harder tn

your eyes widen at the offer. you recall a couple nights ago refusing a similar offer he texted you, but this time felt more serious. you want to see toji, but you also want to see satoru. you’re about to mull over the options before an image of a sick megumi pops into your forehead, and you immediately know you have to go to toji to at the very least see megumi and maybe read him a couple bedtime stories and help him with some missed homework.

y/n: toji’s kid got food poisoning :( i feel like i should go see him but…let’s link tomorrow?

satoru: he’s using his kid to get pussy that is insane. but yes ok fine cya -_-

you chuck your phone outside the shower, and close your eyes. you try to think of things that don’t involve sexy moments with satoru or toji…or satoru and toji and instead think of how much extra studying you have to get done tonight since you’re opting to go to see toji. as always, you fail to think of anything else.

the timer for the soup you’re making for megumi beeps and you turn it off hastily, determined to finish up one last problem set before going to the kitchen. through some miraculous intervention (and advil), you were able to hunker down and solve through the problem sets you were supposed to solve with your study group and prepare a simple chicken soup for megumi. after five minutes, you check your work hastily, before deciding it’s enough for you to get full marks and sprint to the kitchen, which now smells like chicken stock and veggies and you hum. you’re excited for megumi to try the soup your mom had made for you whenever you had food poisoning.

you go back to your room and finish packing your bags and picking your outfit for the night. since you’re just staying indoors with toji, and the weather says it’ll be a pretty warm evening, you opt for your comfiest pair of fleece shorts and a well loved collegiate sweatshirt. you’ve perfected the art of a “no makeup” makeup look throughout the years, so you’re able to get by with just throwing your hair in a messy bun and calling it day. you quickly grab a large to-go soup container for the soup and pack your bags to head to toji’s place.

you hate feeling like a child but just merely thinking of seeing toji after him being so distant with you yesterday has your heart doing cartwheels like you’re in fifth grade with a crush. you’re also excited to see a domestic toji in action in his fancy kitchen. maybe a bit too excited, you think, as you feel the wetness pool around your core. god, snap out of it already! the night hasn’t even started yet.

you drive into toji’s 4-car driveway, only to see toji’s garage door open. huh, that’s weird. you normally park in his driveway (he’s asked you to so you’re not left walking to your car during the late nights when you babysit) so you pull up anyway, despite the confusion. you see toji’s head peek through the garage door inside and he looks…oh, he looks kinda upset. you’re about to get out of the car and meet toji but he starts to walk towards you, his face only softening a tiny bit, which is unusual. oh, something must’ve really annoyed him.

you open your car door and get out halfway to talk to toji. “hey toji, you okay? what’s wrong?” your voice is laced with concern. once toji gets within arms length of you, you reach up and start rubbing his chest in an effort to sooth him.

toji grunts, and quickly leans down to peck your lips. “sorry pumpkin, megumi just told me he signed up to bring brownies for his soccer potluck early tomorrow morning. n’ they gotta be homemade.”

you furrow your brows even more in confusion. you know about the monthly potlucks megumi has with his soccer team on the weekends, but there’s usually some silly theme to them (last month’s was barbie themed so everyone had to bring in something pink). you guess this time around the theme is homemade meals and treats. “what’s the issue? there’s still plenty of time to grab something from the store…”

“the issue is i wanted to use that time to cook something nice for my son’s insanely hot babysitter, y/n.” toji replies bluntly.

“ohh~” it came out of you by accident, and you’re a little embarrassed as you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “th-that’s fine toji. you don’t need to-”

“i wanted to…and then i wanted to eat her pussy for dessert.” his eyes darken and he smirks coyly. toji pulls your body closer to his and leans down to give you your first proper kiss of the night. your arms wrap around his neck, which he uses as a signal to deepen the kiss by inserting his tongue into your mouth. you allow him and his tongue wastes no time exploring every inch of your mouth. you find yourself moaning into the kiss softly and tugging on his hair, until you hear megumi yell for toji from the garage. you both immediately snap back into a respectful distance apart.

“daddy, i’m ready to go.” megumi says, his voice slightly tired. you grab your bag and soup container from your car and walk inside the garage to greet megumi, who’s eyes beam when they see you. he runs to you for a hug, which you gladly return with one hand.

“hey there, kiddo. heard you were sick last night,” you say pityingly.

“yeah i ‘frew up because yuji and nobara dared me to eat some weird smelling cheese from the cafeteria.”

you make a disgusted face. “megumiii, you have to stop doing stuff because you think it’ll make you look cool. it’s just gross.” you stand up and turn to toji. “i made him some chicken soup, it’s still warm so be careful but i think it might help him out.”

toji thanks you and takes the soup and your bag from you. he tells you to wait out here with megumi while he quickly puts it inside the fridge. you turn to megumi sympathetically again. “how are you feelin’ now, bud?”

“i’m totally fine now!!!” he says very energetically, doing various dramatic stretches to supposedly “prove” that he was all good. “but…daddy’s mad because now he has to make brownies instead of dinner for us.”

“daddy will get over it, don’t worry.” you wink to megumi. “i’ll put in a good word for you. maybe i’ll even help you bake some brownies, kay?”

megumi’s eyes light up at the sound of baking a sweet treat with you, and it melts your heart. “really?! you mean it?!” you nod in response and give his cheeks a friendly pinch, causing him to laugh.

“what’s going on, you guys talking shit about me?” toji walks into the garage, and you finally get a proper glimpse of what he’s wearing: loose slim fitted grey sweats and a skin tight compression shirt (that perfectly shows off his toned chest), which he’s currently covering up (to your dismay) with a black fitted quarter zip. it almost makes you forget about how he swore in front of megumi. almost.

“toji! don’t say that word in front of your son, oh my god.” you playfully chastise him as you pretend to cover megumi’s ears.

“fuck, my bad. megumi, don’t say what i say.” toji says without a care in the world.

“shit!” megumi says out loud, and he’s about to say another word but you give him a disappointed glare, which makes him immediately stop saying more alleged swear words. “to be fair, i learn most bad words from nobara. she knows soo many…” okay, you need to dissect that later with him.

you notice toji reaching for his car keys and you start protesting. “wait, toji, i can drive us. my car is already open and in your driveway anyway…” you’ve never driven toji anywhere, and it’s kind of exciting to potentially have that opportunity now. toji seems to hesitate for a bit, purely out of ego of letting the girl he’s sleeping with drive him somewhere, but acquiesces. you give him a bright smile before taking megumi’s hands and heading to your car. you get him seated in the backseat of your mini cooper, and megumi marvels at being inside your car for the first time.

“woah! this car is so small and tiny and fun sized!” he says while laughing, and you ruffle his hair. finally, the first person to ever say something nice about the size of your car!

you shut the door and see toji already on the passenger side furrowing his brows while looking at your car. you know this look. you’ve seen this look on satoru and suguru, and any guy who’s over 6 feet tall and is riding in your car for the first time.

“pumpkin, i am not gonna fit inside here. let’s just take my car.”

“don’t be dramatic, you’ll fit. everyone fits inside this car. now get in.” you huff, already getting settled inside and putting on your seatbelt. toji get into the passenger seat, and the sheer weight of his build causes the car to shake. he adjusts his seat and tries to get as comfortable as he can. you see his legs are bent in uncomfortable angles as he puts his seatbelt on.

“this is the last time i’m getting in your tiny ass car, y/n. i feel like i’m about to die.” oh he called you by your name. he’s definitely hating this but…he did ignore you the whole day yesterday. sure, megumi was sick but it would’ve taken 10 seconds max to say that through text.

you start to back out of his driveway and drive to the nearby target. “you’ll get over it. also, i was thinking…” you make eye contact with megumi from the backseat and give him a wink and he returns one as well. “maybe i can help megumi with baking brownies, too. and maybe we can just order takeout instead? spend the rest of time helping megs get his rest for tomorrow?”

you bite your lip and turn to face toji during a red light. you hate to sound cocky, but you know he can’t resist you when you’re looking at him like this, and you’re right. toji obliges, but swears he’s going to pay for dinner regardless, and you don’t object.

megumi fills the car ride with random tidbits and stories from school and his sick day yesterday while you and toji entertain him. throughout the ride, toji alternates between holding your free hand and rubbing circles on your thighs while you drive, which you make a mental note of telling him not to do because it definitely distracts you from the road.

at target, the three of you grab ingredients for the brownies pretty quickly, before getting in a moderately long line. while waiting, your eyes wander and see the cutest black lace bralette (pretty similar to the one satoru destroyed last night). you really want to check it out, so you quickly tell toji and get closer to inspect it. the beautiful lace designs are just so your style, and the price range is perfect, too. you make another mental note to come back and make satoru buy it for you.

“like what you see?” toji’s voice startles you and you turn around quickly, and feel the heat rise to your cheeks. “i think you’d look sexy in it, for what it’s worth.”

“th-thanks, toji. i might get it later…”

“you should get it now. i’ll buy it for you. after all, your bralette got ripped last night, right?” what. the. fuck?

the color drains from your face and if you weren’t feeling hot before, you sure are burning up right now. your throat feels dry and you start stuttering. “wha-what are you talkin’ abou-”

“the one that…god what was his name? satoru? yeah, the one that satoru ripped, right?” toji is fully smirking amusedly now, and you look like a deer caught in his headlights at his mercy.

“h-how do you know th-that?” you say, your eyes widening at your (slutty) night out being caught by toji.

“oh, sorry, i thought you knew. i called you last night, pumpkin, remember?” toji inches closer to you and his pupils dilate. your breathing gets more erratic and heavy. what? no he didn’t. or did he? oh my god. it hits you that you answered his call via your body movements with satoru and you didn’t know. and you didn’t bother checking your call logs this morning because there was no missed call from toji since you technically answered it. oh my god.

“you made me so fuckin’ hard with that pic of your tits, y/n. i had to call you to help me get off, but it seems like you were too busy getting off too.” toji’s lips are inches from your ears, and you can feel his breath as he whispers in your ear, and it makes your eyes roll far back in your head. “i can’t lie, pumpkin, your moans while he was playing with you…” toji groans and you dare to look down his hips to see a tent forming in his gray sweats, making your breath hitch. “it made me so fuckin’ turned on that i just had to touch myself to it. but don’t worry, you didn’t miss much. i sent you a full video of it, too.”

you have to bite your lip hard to prevent yourself from moaning in the middle of the women’s section of target out of all fucking places, but you let out the tiniest whimper that only toji can hear.

“don’t worry, pumpkin. i’m not mad you were with someone else. you’re such a needy slut who needs to be taken care of, and when daddy can’t help, you have to find your own way, isn’t that right?” he grabs your jaw roughly and forces you to make eye contact with him. “answer me, pumpkin.” he says more forcefully.

oh, you are so finished. you are done for. your panties are a complete mess and you wish you had brought a second pair with you because they are just ruined. you swallow before answering toji with a shaky “yes daddy.”

toji releases your jaw, but not before giving your lips a quick peck that leaves you wanting more. way more. he squeezes your ass, which you don’t expect and let out an unfortunate and embarrassing squeak, causing a handful of people nearby you guys to turn around and wonder about the noise for half a second. toji grabs the bralette and heads back to the line where he made megumi wait with the cart. you take a moment to yourself to process the information toji revealed and get your breathing under control before heading back. you feel like maybe you should be upset about this, but…it’s just turning you on? those forbidden feelings you’ve been having about satoru and toji taking you at the same time are bubbling to the surface with toji’s confession, and you force them down unsuccessfully. toji’s a fuckin’ freak but that just turns you on even more.

in the car, you’re still unable to properly hold a conversation with megumi and toji properly because of how flustered you are. you crack a window open, and you bite your lips so hard that you’re sure you bruised them when toji places his hand on your thigh again. a mangled moan gets stuck in your throat and you cough quickly to cover up any suspicion.

“s-so, what are we gonna do for dinner? t-takeout? where?” you stutter, quickly trying to regain your composure.

“i want taco bell!” megumi yells excitedly from the backseat.

“megumi, y/n is our guest here. we can’t just take her to taco bell. think of a nicer place than that. what about panda express?” toji turns around to chastise megumi, but his hands are still firmly gripping your thigh.

you cough again and wish you had a bottle of water to help your dry throat. “i love taco bell! let’s go, it’s okay, toji.” you press to start the car ignition, and ride to taco bell is anything but silent, with megumi talking about the countless items he wanted to get from taco bell, and toji dissuading him from doing so.

“even if you’re feeling better, why in the world would you want to eat a chicken crispanada? who even told you about that?” toji asks exasperatedly.

it’s probably yuji, he’s always eating something weird.

“yuji told me about it.” megumi says without missing a beat, causing you to smile. by the time you pull up to the taco bell drive-thru, toji has talked down megumi to reduce his never ending list of taco bell items, but not by a lot (“he’s a growing boy!” you told toji).

toji does the honors of remembering everyone’s orders and responding to the cashier when he asks what the order is. “yeah, uh, hi, can we get 5 crunchy tacos, 1 mexican pizza, 1 chicken crispinada…”

“CINNABON DELIGHTS!” megumi interrupts from the backseat.

“yeah, uh, the 12 pack cinnabon delights…” toji looks over at you to get your order. you whisper to him you want a crunchwrap supreme and he frowns when that’s the only thing you want. “you gotta have something else, pumpkin…” he encourages. you know you probably should, but there’s no way you can eat as much as him and megumi, which makes you hesitate.

“i just don’t think i can finish another thing by myself…” you say quickly, knowing the cashier might be getting annoyed at how long it’s taking for you guys to order, but toji doesn’t seem to care.

“we can split some nachos, yeah?” toji squeezes your thigh reassuringly, and you smile and nod.

“yeah, and maybe a nacho bell grande? that’s all for us.” the cashier sounds bored and he tells you guys the total and asks you to pull to the front. in the front window, the bored cashier’s expression immediately changes when he looks at you…wait. not you.

the cashier immediately straightens up and adjusts his shirt. he looks almost nervous as he reads out loud the order you guys have, but stutters every time he looks up and makes eye contact with…toji. he stutters out the total, and toji smirks at him while he takes out his wallet and pulls out his card, passing it to you to pass to the cashier. the cashier hesitates to run his card, and it looks like he’s deep in thought before he starts to speak, this time more confidently.

“um, actually, sir, we’re having a new promotion if you’re interested…”

toji hums in response. “and what’s that?” he asks it so sensually that you have to do a flabbergasted double take between the two of them. is this what you think it is?

“you see, the meal’s on the house…in exchange for your number.” the cashier coyly returns a smile to toji, not breaking eye contact with him, and as a result, totally ignoring you and megumi in the car. you sneak a glance behind you at megumi and you’re surprised to see him looking completely bored and unamused by what’s happening.

“gimme a pen and the receipt and you got it, sugar.” toji’s response is a bit too quick for your liking, but you’re still in shock as a quickly jots down his digits before handing the receipt back to the cashier and pocketing his card. the cashier winks at him as you drive up to the second window for your food and toji looks completely unphased by what just transpired. you turn to look at him incredulously, with wide confused eyes and your dropped.

“what…was that?!”

“jealous? don’t worry about it, pumpkin. not the first time someone’s asked me my number for a free meal.” he chuckles, still nonplussed about the entire interaction.

you shake your head, baffled. “w-what? so you’re telling me multiple are just? into you like this? also i’m not jealous!”

toji shrugs and grins. “guess so. i mostly care about the free meal, and currently, my eyes are for you.” he assures you by squeezing your hands quickly and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

you laugh at how absurd it is. no way he’s flirting with cashiers for a free meal. you make a mental note to tell shoko about it later, even though you know it will just fan the “toji doesn’t have a job” flames even more. “oh my god, you’re a slut! you, like, just give it up real easy, huh?” you tease, but you make sure to mouth the word “slut” so megumi can’t hear the foul language.

“you’re one to talk,” toji says, and you both laugh as you get your food and drive home quickly before the food gets cold.

at toji’s place, toji helps set the dinner table for megumi, while you offer to start on the brownies since you weren’t as hungry. toji sits at the dinner table with megumi, and you both entertain him and his jokes and stories as he eats his dinner hungrily. after a particularly disgusting story about yuji eating a worm on the playground (“this is why you’re getting food poisoning so much, megs!” toji says while you chastise him once again about the dangers of peer pressure), you can feel megumi’s voice get lower as he gets more tired. it makes sense – he had a rough day yesterday, and so he’s more tired today.

“someone’s sleepyyyy” you sing and lightly tease megumi, as you fill up a cup of water for him.

“i’m not! i’m very awake and i can watch-” megumi is interrupted by his own yawn which he fails to hide from either of you. “i can watch some tv. i need to watch more euphoria…” he pleads.

“what is this show you’re watching?” toji questions, looking at megumi quizzically as he starts throwing away trash from megumi’s dinner. your eyes widen and before megumi answers, toji cuts him off. “doesn't matter. no tv for you because your body needs to recover and you need to sleep early tonight.”

megumi pouts so hard that tears begin to brim his eyes. “but this isn’t fair,” he whines.

toji picks him up with one arm with ease (did his biceps get even bigger?). “tell you what, you go to sleep early, and let me and y/n bake your brownies for you. and i promise you i’ll let you have a brownie for breakfast tomorrow morning.”

you shoot toji a frown. you always try to prep some overnight oats or pancakes or something more balanced for megumi to have in the mornings after you leave, but you know toji has to lose some battles to win some to avoid a crying temper tantrum tonight. toji shrugs as he looks at you and throws the remaining trash away, as megumi immediately cheers up hearing about his impending brownie breakfast.

toji turns to you. “gonna put him to bed, be right back, pumpkin.” he gives you a quick wink which sets your heart ablaze, thinking about what the rest of the night will hold. your dinner is probably cold but you don’t care as you’re back in the target clothing section, toji’s words sending a chill across your spine and drying your throat. you both haven’t gotten alone time since then, and, as much as you hate to admit it, you feel yourself getting wet through your panties.

you take a seat after setting out the ingredients for the brownies on the granite counter, and have to cross your legs to prevent your thoughts from getting too dirty too fast…

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Daryl & Daugther!Reader - Quarry Era II

Had this in my drafts for ages. I started writing and never finished, but I decided to post anyway. Thank you for all the love on Part 1! I'm sorry I'm not much of a writer to keep this storyline going :( Words: 1591 Warnings: Nightmares Gif not mine Chapter song is Fix You by Coldplay

Part I

"And the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you can't replace."

It's been a while since the three of them started the walk back to camp, which was proving to be especially hard for the girl. After the adrenaline went off, the pain on her feet and legs were becoming almost unbearable. With each step she got slower and felt weaker. A headache making its way over her head, probably a mix of pain, hunger and lack of sleep.

Before heading back to camp Daryl offered her water, which she accepted desperately. Even though she was happy the thirst was over, her growling stomach didn't let her forget the days without anything to eat. She didn't mention that, already thankful for the water. However, the girl's skinny body gave Daryl an idea of how hungry she must be.

Daryl and Merle didn't hunt anything, both too focused on the deer, so he made a mental note to feed her as soon as they got to camp. Daryl also tried to take a better look at her wounds, but she didn't let him. He didn't push and decided this was a job for Lori or Carol. They were the mothers of the group and the girl would feel safe with them, he thought.

"She's slowing us down man, if we don't speed up we're going to lose sunlight. This girl is like a damn walker bait. Hell, I can smell her blood from here." Merle complained again.

"I get it Merle! Stop whining alrigh?" Daryl said before approaching the kid.

She had been trailing behind them the whole time, never sparing them a glance and looking almost ready to bolt in the opposite direction at any moment. All of a sudden, Daryl realized that they didn't know her name.

"What's yer name kid?" She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Y/n." She said, voice almost a whisper.

"Alrigh', Y/n. Look, someone has to check yer wounds and for that we need to get to the camp but ya can barely walk…" Y/n knew he was right. She was scared to let him do anything with her wounds, afraid it would make it hurt even more. But the girl knew that it would only get worse if they didn't get there faster.

"What if I carry ya?" Daryl proposed. "We'll get to the folks faster and everything's gonna be okay." Daryl looked at her expectantly, while Merle was still mumbling some nonsense he chose to again ignore.

Y/n pounded for a moment. She didn't know this guy, even though he seemed to be making an effort to at least make her feel less scared. The same couldn't be said about the other guy, his brother. Even with Daryl's effort, she wasn't sure if trusting him was the right decision. However, it's not like she had any other choice at the moment.

Y/n looked up at Daryl and nodded her head. He handed his crossbow to Merle and picked the girl up. She felt so light and Daryl couldn't help but wonder how long she was alone out there, without food and water.

Y/n wrapped one of her arms around Daryl's neck, looking for something to hold on to. It was weird, how she didn't even know this man but felt safe in his arms. After being alone for months, she really wanted to believe someone good was going to help her.

Daryl arranged the girl in his arms and resumed their walking, Merle leading the way with Daryl's crossbow, aware of any danger.

They arrived at the camp a couple hours later and Daryl came in calling for the first person he saw, which in that case was Lori. "Daryl, oh my god??? Who is that?"

Daryl immediately felt Y/n's arms wrap harder around him. "It's fine kid, don't worry."

"We found her in the woods, alone and hurt."

Minutes later, the whole camp was reunited outside the RV while Lori and Carol were inside with Y/n. The girl felt more at ease with them, like Daryl imagined. But she was still unsure about everything and everyone.

After they treated her wounds and helped her clean up, Daryl brought some of the squirrel from his last hunt along with more food from the camp. Being clean and fed, it was like Y/n could finally think straight again.

Yours later, everyone started to retreat to their tents for the night. Inside the RV, Y/n tried to stay awake, her brain still on alert for some reason. But after a while her body started to give up and she fell asleep to the sounds of the dying conversation outside.

“It will be okay my baby, just run and don’t look back, okay?”

“But mom, what about you?”

“I’ll be right behind you, go!” The little girl ran, but she couldn't help looking back. However, when she did, it made sense why her mother told her not to.

Screams, that’s what Daryl woke up to. He jumped out of his tent and saw Shane, Glenn and Dale outside the RV. “What the hell happened?”

“It 's Y/n.” Shane said “Lori is-” As if on cue, Lori leaves the RV. And to everyone's surprise, she smiled at Daryl.

“She’s asking for you, Daryl.” Daryl looked at Lori as if she had grown another head but entered the RV anyway.

“Hey kid, what's up?” Y/n was sitting in bed, death grip on the blanket and scared look on her face.

“I miss my mom” Daryl didn't know what to say, he didn't understand why she would want him there of all people. “Could you stay here until I fall back asleep?”

To be honest, Y/n didn't want to sleep, not if that meant another nightmare, but her body didn't give her any choice. Daryl saved her, his presence made her feel safe, so maybe he could help the bad dreams go away. Daryl was still confused, but he simply sat down in the chair close to the door and nodded his head, watching as the girl laid down, closing her eyes and falling asleep once again.

The first week went by smoothly, Y/n couldn't think about anything other than sleep. Her body begging for rest in order to heal. She didn't talk much, still overwhelmed with the new environment and everything that happened, but slowly feeling more at ease with everyone. Amy was the one to bring her food the days she stayed in bed. Lori or Carol would brush her long hair after she washed up. Glenn and Dale would make her laugh with silly jokes. Andrea and Jacqui would help change her bandages. Daryl would always check on her at the end of the day. He didn't say much, only put his head inside the RV, saw her asleep and then went to his tent.

The second week was better, she was stronger and more active. However, the nightmares still hunted her at night. Since Y/n got in the camp, Carl and Sophia were anxious to talk with her. But she was weak and scared so the adults held them back. When she started feeling better, spending her days sitting in the staircase of the RV and watching the camp, Carl approached her. With everything that happened Y/n didn't really had the time to think about the other kids at camp. She knew Sophia was Carol's daugther and Carl was Lori's, but they never talked and she suddently felt nervous. It's been ages since she last talked with someone her age.

"Hi, I'm Carl. You're Y/n, right?"

"Yeah.." Y/n smiled awkwardly.

"Shane's going to teach me how to grab frogs, you wanna come too?"

Y/n apreciated the invitation but she couldn't help but ask "Why would you want to grab frogs?"

Carl seemed like he wasn't expecting the question but answered anyway "Well, it's just funny, they jump so high trying to run away" he said with a little laugh "But we release them right after, Shane says they probably taste really bad to eat."

Y/n was the one ot laugh this time, for sure she wouldn't want to eat a frog.

"Okay, it seems fun" Y/n said looking at the boy in front of her.

"Yes! It's going to be really fun, I'll tell Shane you're coming" Y/n laughed again seeing the boy excitement, she couldn't help but feel it too. After the last stressful weeks, it was good to have some distraction.

Y/n met Sophia a couple nights after her frong hunt with Carl and Shane. The camp was having dinner and since she started feeling better, she started to have dinner outside with the others. The first night she went straight to Daryl, he and Merle sitting around a fire further from the main camp. In the short time Y/n was there she could notice how they differed from the rest of the camp. Her, as well, felt unsure, not of Daryl but his brother. The first night she left the RV and went to Daryl, Merle looked at her they same way he looked at her back in the woods. Like she was an walker bait. Daryl didn't showed much affection towards her, at least not in clear eyes. But he silently made sure she was fed and safe every single day, most of the others from the camp would not notice most of the time, but he did and Y/n knew it.

Taglist: @justmare

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x daughter reader #daryl dixon x daughter reader #the walking dead fanfiction #twd fanfiction

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Jane Eyre - Part II

DKZJFBDGHSJAKSJD THIS IS THE WORST MARRIAGE PROPOSAL IN LITERARY HISTORY

*clears throat*

A few days ago I wrote this post about my first thoughts on Jane Eyre. Since people wanted to see my reactions to further events, here I am.

I gotta say: you were all holding out on me, because not only does Jane Eyre have a man more ridiculous than Darcy (by a CLEAR mile), but it also has a clergyman more insufferable than Edmund Bertram, which??? should not be possible???

Okay, so:

I was hoping Rochester would give up on the wedding and confess to Jane about his wife in the attic, but nope! And he would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for those meddling solicitor & brother-in-law. Like. This man is so idiotic, and felt so unbelievably sorry for himself, that he said with his full chest "yeah, bigamy is the solution! :D".

...Very uncomfortable how the narrative attributed the lowest possible vices to Bertha Rochester, while calling her "the creole". The vices weren't outright attributed to her being of mixed ancestry, but it felt like that was what was meant. All very uncomfortable. As uncomfortable as when the landed gentry wanted to visit a Romani encampment to see the Romani people (while, ofc, using the g-slur) as if they were animals in a circus? Hmmm, yeah, tough call!

(Look. I'm not gonna go around publicly denouncing books from past centuries for not being politically correct, bc that is an idiotic way to relate to literature from the past. Society was what it was, and not even the authors we admire so much were above that most of the time. But I can, and will!, look at certain things and go "wow, this aged like fucking milk". I think that's fair.)

AND THEN

Rochester, who can't possibly be thinking straight, proposes that Jane become his mistress!!!! Edward Fairfax Rochester, have you ever even MET Jane Eyre?? Do you know her but at all????

And he's like "me, me, me, what's to become of me, am I to be denied love, doesn't the world feel sorry for ME" and I nearly spit on my kindle, I was so mad XD How is this man, pushing fucking FORTY, putting on this preposterous show and leaving this 18-year-old girl to comfort him?????

(To bring up the sad sack that is Edmund Bertram again: it reminded me when Edmund wrote to Fanny: Maria has brought ruin to their name, Tom has nearly died, everyone is in distress, and he's like "But Fanny. Think of ME!!!" ugh)

But yes, honestly, Rochester's not evil, but he's so. goddamn. stupid. And draMATIC. I love him, he's a riot.

...I do not love how he kept blaming others for him marrying Bertha. Like. Sir. You were an adult and you married her of your own volition. "My father" this, and "her family didn't tell me" that, but YOU looked at her, thought she was gorgeous, and agreed to marry her. So fuck you. Hold yourself accountable, for a change. You man child.

So yeah, Jane runs away, which is totally the right decision, and without any money, which is totally the wrong decision, and ends up eating burned porridge again, and I'm like. If I had a nickel for every time Jane Eyre had to eat burned porridge while starving, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

Jane is then saved by the Rivers siblings: Mary and Diana Rivers, who are absolutely precious, and St. John Rivers, who is absolutely

UNBEARABLE OH MY GOD WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME

Me, every time St. John appeared on the page:

Hey. Charlotte? Charlotte. Was this a ploy? Did you bring St. John into the story to have us like Rochester more? Is St. John your way of going "Yeah, I know, Rochester is deranged, and what he wanted to do was morally and legally and spiritually wrong, but look at how boring righteous people can be!"? Was it? If so, it FUCKING WORKED, BRING EDWARD ROCHESTER BACK RIGHT NOW.

*rubs temples*

Also??? aekjsdzcbvsdjfsk I can't: St. John: "I found you employment." Jane: "Really? Which is it?" St. John: rambles on about the will of God or something, for entire paragraphs. Jane, who patiently waited for him to finish: "So? The job?" St. John: "Right! I don't know if you're gonna like it, but" rambles on again about the will of God or perseverance or something, for entire paragraphs. Jane: "Right. And the job?"

SIR FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE TELL US WHAT THE FUCKING JOB IS

THIS IS LIKE MR. BROCKLEHURST ALL OVER AGAIN

...Oh. Oh.

That's the point.

St. John really is Brocklehurst again, I love it: both love to talk about how Christian they are, and how it's important to lead a life of humility, etc -- the difference being, ofc, that St. John is not a hypocrite, fat capitalist pig, he's actually leading by (insufferable) example. And they both make Jane feel bad about her true self, just in opposite ways.

And St. John wants to be a missionary, because of course this insufferable man wants to be a missionary and impose his views on nice people who are just living their fucking lives. And he goes on and on about... idk, bringing light to the unenlightened and saving pagans or whatever, and it's SO pedantic, and it's SO patronizing, and it's SO... UGH.

I cannot believe Jane gave this man a quarter of her entire fortune.

AND THEN

HE MAKES THE WORST MARRIAGE PROPOSAL IN THE ENTIRE ENGLISH LITERATURE

No, I have not read the entirety of English literature, but oh boy am I fully confident in my statement. This is the WORST. Like. Mr. Collins' proposal is a shining beacon of unbridled love and romance next to THIS.

Me, reading his proposal:

"Jane, you weren't made for love, you were made for labour. You were made to be a missionary's wife" QEIARKSHV\CZNB;SAEKFJSDVC I'M GONNA GOUGE MY EYES OUT WITH A SPOON

At least Jane, too, was full aware of the insult XD Love that when she told Diana of the proposal, she repeated those exact words, and Diana was like "Girl, what??? Nu-uh!!!".

But it's all great. She refuses him, and he gets all prickly and assholish about it in the most holier-than-thou way possible, I hate him, but then she hears Rochester's voice in the wind crying out for her, and she hurries back to Thornfield. Sure, we've all been there.

Then we find out karma does exist and is the proverbial bitch: Rochester lost an eye, all of his eyesight, a hand, and his manor. Wow.

And then???? They have the CUTEST reunion ever???? And I was so happy for him???? For them??? Charlotte 😭😭😭👌👌👌

Rochester being all jealous of St. John, and I'm like "no, you're safe, he's the worst, he told Jane she wasn't made for love".

He also holds himself accountable at long last (hard not to, after all that), and he thought Jane was deeeeeeaaaad, and he was inconsolable and I'm a MESS

So all is good in the end: they marry -- LEGALLY! :D -- and have a child, and he recovers his eyesight on the eye he still has, and the Rivers siblings marry and are happy, and the book ends... with a letter from St. John saying he's dying??? WHAT

I love all of it. Specially St. John dying. A few stray observations:

The foreshadowing of future events is very well-planted, nicely done, Charlotte. That horse chestnut tree being split in half by lightning after Rochester proposes marriage to Jane? 👌👌👌👌👌 If I ever saw an omen!

And Jane. So smart, so good, so compassionate, so horny on main, so witty, so brave. May God keep St. John Rivers far away from her forever and ever.

LOVE how Jane begins with an aunt (who knows her and hates her) and 3 cousins (a John who torments her trying to diminish her, and two sisters who don't care if she's alive or not) and ends up having an uncle (who doesn't know her but loves her) and 3 cousins (a John who torments her trying to "elevate" her and two sisters who love her and save her life). The story is obviously very cyclical, and I enjoyed that a lot.

Don't know if I love or hate the fact that Charlotte slapped a "St." in front of the name of the John who wants to be a missionary and is the opposite of the first John XD (Yes, I know St. John is a real name, I've seen it many times before, but it's a bit on the nose here!)

...I wonder if Miss Ingram ever found out that Rochester wanted to marry the governess. I would've paid Charlotte Brontë good money to write THAT scene.

And last but not least: Pilot is the goodest boy in the whole wide world.

#jane eyre #charlotte bronte #english literature

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mmkay i'm almost done with ina may's guide to childbirth, which i thought i wasn't gonna read bc too crunchy for me... but it turns out i am a little bit susceptible to crunchy content lol. i want to do some THINKING ALOUD about BIRTH under the cut.

after doing lots of reading (not just this book lol) i think i want to try for an unmedicated birth with minimal interventions. "try" being the key word because i also want to keep things very flexible and be able to respond to what i'm feeling in the moment. it seems like one of the surest ways to be disappointed or lightly traumatized by your birth experience is to go in with a rigid or overly idealized plan and then feel blindsided when things go sideways and you have to suddenly deviate from the version of birth you'd been really invested in. i am totally willing to get an epidural if i find contractions unbearable or to have an emergency c-section if it becomes medically necessary or to be induced if i am way overdue. but i also feel like... idk. i am not someone who takes a lot of pride in my Ability to Weather Pain or anything and i don't want to try unmedicated birth as way of Proving Something to myself or others. but i feel like, if i look into my heart, i kind of want to see what that experience is like and i want to see if i can use these different kinds of tools to reframe my understanding of what's happening to me in a way that feels empowering instead of "oh my god the worst thing imaginable is being inflicted upon me."

i have some complicated feelings i want to untangle around this, but i think the core of it is that my pregnancy loss and surgery last summer really fucked with my head, and a big reason was because the process was so intensely medicalized, felt so out of my control, and was handled with a painful lack of sensitivity by several of the medical providers i interacted with. that experience would've been shitty enough on its own, but it also happened to come at the end of a highly medicalized conception process where i spent months having my body obsessively monitored and scanned and tested, and where i spent a ton of time stuck in a pretty dark place in my head feeling like my body was fucked up in some way and incapable of doing this thing i wanted it to do so badly. idk man it really messed with my head. and then when i got pregnant again, the first trimester was just this terrible haze of bloodwork and transvaginal ultrasounds and intense surges of dread/anxiety every time i had to go in for a new test or scan. i know that some of that was necessary! the IUI process was necessary, the surgery was necessary, the monitoring to make sure i didn't have another ectopic was necessary. but now i am 34 weeks into a healthy, low-risk pregnancy and i don't think there is any reason to believe that birth must be a highly medicalized experience for me. i feel this tentative but real desire to give my body a chance to at least try this thing that it may only get to do once. i also feel keenly interested in the emotional and intellectual work of preparing my mind/body for birth. i want to understand in detail what's going to happen to my body and i want to approach the experience itself from a place of curiosity rather than fear. i want to practice ways of reframing birth as a process that animals' bodies naturally know how to do rather than a pathological condition that needs to be intensely monitored and managed. i want to experiment with different tools for calming my body/mind. i also know that i want to be able to move around for the entire labor process! for some reason this is the thing i feel most absolutely sure about... like i'm MUCH iffier on the whole experiencing intense pain thing lol but i'm absolutely sure that i want to be able to change position, walk around, move, etc., for as long as possible.

i also feel like my SIL's experience was a little bit illuminating for me. she was SO terrified of giving birth, like crying and having panic attacks about it for weeks leading up to the event, and ended up having just about every medical intervention you can have short of an emergency c-section. all of those things were meant to ease her anxiety/make labor simpler and faster, but instead they just resulted in a really long, scary, kinda traumatic birth experience that really freaked me out. so like, idk, i may have to have the exact same cascade of interventions she did! i can't predict how it's going to go or how i'm going to feel. but i think that maybe just doing the work of preparing for an unmedicated birth will stand me in good stead even if i choose or am required to go a different direction. like i think if i can really do the work of understanding what's going to happen and respecting the intensity of that experience without fearing it, i will probably feel better about whatever happens even if i do decide to get an epidural or discover i have to have a c-section. idk if i've articulated that well but it's like... part of what was so traumatic about the pregnancy loss was just like, feeling like i had no options, no time to think about it, and no possible positive outcome, and also feeling very afraid and grief-stricken and overwhelmed by how fast everything happened. and in that case i really did not have that many options - like it was always going to end sadly and it was probably always going to end in surgery. but now i am facing a different situation where there are a whole range of positive outcomes before me and also a number of meaningful choices that i get to make for myself. and i want to make them. i want to choose to try one thing, and then if things change i want to choose to try something else, and i want to feel like i understand all the choices available to me and am making a decision for myself instead of wholly handing it over over to the doctors. idk. lots more to think about but! i think one good thing is that i was feeling quite scared of birth before doing all this reading, partly because my SIL's labor was kinda scary/intense to hear about from the outside, and now i am feeling quite excited about having this human experience because i have a better understanding of what the process actually entails and what i can do to manage my emotions around it. i think it will be uhh not Fun lol, but i think it will be meaningful and i am deeply curious about what it will be like to go through it. so! so.

(also fundamentally i just get to have my own ideas about what i want to try!!! i get to try something even if other people are like wow i would never make that choice. the things i am curious about do not have to be things anyone else is interested in or curious about!!)

#pregnancy tag

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howdoyousleep3 · 1 year

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Oh mama I hear you! I think this is part of why i have struggled so hard to get back into my own writting. Know that I (and many others) drink up every drop of writting you grace us with and I absolutely reread the Daddies when I am feeling a kinda way.

But if you are looking for prompts, this one always kills me

“You can take it.”

🥺 I've been writing a lot and I'm so used to either jumping the gun and sharing early (such a problem of mine lol) or what I write isn't too long and I can share within a few days. I'm not used to huge fics, and while I am absolutely loving this challenge, I'm sad I don't have things to share or much interaction. 🥺 You're the sweetest bean, I lub you so much.

James' teeth dig into the nape of Steve's neck when he makes a move to jerk away, when the pressure and stretch becomes a bit too much. The move is feral, is damn near savage in the way Daddy locks him in place without the use of his hands. The pain from James' bite momentarily takes his mind off the pain between his legs, and the way Daddy's larger body drapes over his own has his body almost vibrating in pleasure.

"You can take it, Steven. Take it for Daddy," James breathes into his neck, right into that sensitive spot under his ear. Steve chokes on his rebuttal, the older man's cock stretching him out further as he presses his hips insistently forward. Fuck. His moan is throaty as he lets it out into the sheets beneath him, long and drawn out.

"No, I don't...hurts, Daddy. S'big, so big and I'm...my hole is so small. Daddy."

While the stretch does indeed take Steve's breath away, zeroes in his focus onto the way his body opens up and accepts James' cock with the help of only lube, it isn't causing him unbearable pain. It's good pain, yummy pain, pain that he feels all the way down to his bones.

He loves a good stretch, craves it, but he also loves a flair of the dramatics. And he knows for a fact Daddy loves hearing how big his cock is and how little Steve's cunt is.

He sniffles and spreads his legs.

"Mhmm, know it, know that tiny fuckin' hole will be so achy after this, but you better take it, sweet boy. C'mon, you can fuckin' take it. Say it, say "I can take it, Daddy". Do it."

"I...I can take it, Daddy," he damn near slurs, words going right to his head as well as his dick. God, that's nice. James purrs, rumbles as he gives Steve a set of messy kisses along the side of his face, his hips slowing to a stop along the curve of Steve's ass.

"I can take it, Daddy," he groans for a second time, more for himself as James bottoms out, a set of thick fingers wrapping around the front of his throat and squeezing. "Yes, fuck I can take it, Daddy."

"You absolutely can, hole so fuckin' hungry for it. Squeeze me, squeeze all around my cock, there you go, that's my boy. You gonna let Daddy ride you into the mattress? You gonna let 'im be greedy? Mhmm, know you are; you love it when Daddy is greedy. Now put your hands on the headboard and let Daddy have his..."

#askK #daddy james and stevie baby #'put your hands on the headboard' iykyk lol #my ky tag #my writing #smut prompts

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Voylitscope Steve/Bucky Fic Masterlist

Canon and canon divergent fics:

There Are Strangers I Have Yet To Become (Explicit | 16,070 words | Complete | No Warnings)

"Two days," Steve repeats. His words are slow and almost gentle, and there's a small smile starting to form on his face again. "I'm asking you to let me stay here for two days."

Bucky frowns.

"What? Why?" Bucky asks. "What the hell is that gonna do?"

"Remind you what it's like not to be alone," Steve says. His smile looks sad when adds, "because it's been a long time since you weren't."

"That's not gonna change anything," Bucky says, swallowing hard. Steve's words bounce around in his brain. It feels like they're hitting up against spots he hasn't uncovered yet.

"Then you've got nothing to lose," Steve says, raising an eyebrow. "Right?"

(Or: Steve finds Bucky in Bucharest before the events of Captain America: Civil War. They work a few things out.)

I Wanna Live in the Hidden Parts of Your Skin (Canon Divergence | Explicit | 10,278 words | Complete | No warnings)

Sometimes, Steve looks at Bucky across the floor of their apartment or in the middle of the sidewalk, and it's not goddamn fair how good Bucky looks. It's not fair how Steve, who's spent his whole life fighting with his lungs for air and his heart for a steady beat, sometimes looks at Bucky and his breath and pulse are wrong for reasons that aren't his lousy health at all.

And ever since the day with the purple ink, Steve can't stop thinking about people being canvases, like the models at that exhibit. Steve keeps thinking that Bucky'd be the most stunning canvas a guy could ever ask for.

(Or: Steve and Bucky discover a kink in 1940. They find a reason to come back to it 80 years later. )

There's a Light (I Find It at Your Side) (Canon Divergence | Explicit | 4,527 words | Complete | No Warnings)

Bucky had simultaneously wanted to do three things: roll his eyes and smack Steve's arm for how unbearably sappy that was, offer to suck Steve off right that second for what a surprisingly good line that actually was, and tell Steve to come over here and kiss him for the way the words were making Bucky's heart hammer in his chest.

And, damn it all, he'd ended up going for option three.

(Or: A very soft fic about all the little things that keep surprising Bucky now that he and Steve are together.)

But Slowly, Because You Know Me (Pre-War | Explicit | 5,186 words| Complete | No Warnings)

You sound awfully sure of yourself," Steve says, unsuccessfully biting back a smile. "What makes you think I've got wishes that would involve you?" "Don't know," Bucky says. He grins wider, shrugging playfully. "Do you?" And dammit, but sometimes — No, okay, maybe all of the time, Steve is sort of a helpless and hopeless fool for just how much he wants Bucky. He's got no resistance or willpower at all. (Or: Thanksgiving this year feels strange and terrible, and it leaves Steve in an awful mood. Good thing Bucky's got an idea. A pre-war Thanksgiving fic featuring pie slices, a makeshift blindfold, their firescape, and a lot of feelings.)

"Could make up for it now. The mugs, I mean," Bucky offers, taking another long sip of coffee. "Could buy a whole variety of 'em. Get some of those they make with you on them, even." "Oh god," Steve says, picturing the stacks of mugs, cups, plates, and all sorts of other kitchenware with his own image plastered on them that he's been shown. "I still don't understand who would want that." "I don't know. I can kinda see the appeal," Bucky says, leaning back in his chair and keeping his eyes on Steve. "Starting the day looking at your face." Steve swallows his coffee a bit too fast. Or: Steve, Bucky, and a month's vacation in a mountain cabin. Featuring Steve's art, a fireplace, online shopping, so very much pining, two beds (but eventual sharing anyway), comfort for decades of hurt, and even some talk about feelings.

Hearts Don't Need a Break (I'll Be Waiting For You) (Shrunkyclunks | Explicit | 4,615 words | Complete | No warnings)

"The wonderful but awful thing about having Steve here is that it's perfect.

Right this minute, Bucky is lying in his bed and curled into Steve. Everything smells like sex, Bucky's favorite shampoo, and that citrusy soap he keeps in his shower just for Steve. His whole body still feels incredible — unwound and remade — and there are places Steve's touch feels burned to his skin. They're pressed close together, and Steve's smiling one of those smiles that always seem like they're just for Bucky.

Bucky would be unbelievably happy about it all if it hadn't been sixty-four days since the last time Steve was here.

(Or: Bucky enthusiastically welcomes Steve back after a long absence, and they have a very overdue conversation about their relationship — and their feelings.)

As Your Heartbeat Keeps Me Warm (Canon Divergence | Mature | 8,024 words | Complete | No Warnings)

"I was awake," Bucky says. Steve's almost sure that's a lie. Bucky's breathing had been steady and measured as recently as five minutes ago. Steve decides not to point that out.

Instead, he reaches his hand out between their bedrolls and grabs for Bucky's.

"Too strange for you, too?" Steve asks, turning his head toward Bucky.

"Too something, anyway," Bucky says, moving his hand so that his fingers lace with Steve's. "Too a lot of things, I guess."

(Or: Steve Rogers at exactly 2:14 am on 10 different sleepless nights between 1937 and 2020.)

But You Can Hold Me (Only 'Cause It's a Cold Night in Brooklyn) (Pre-Canon | Mature | 3,294 words | Complete | No Warnings)

This should just be two friends getting off after the burlesque show. This should just be two pals both thinking about the girl. That would probably be okay, Bucky thinks.

But then he ruins it all when he says,

"Come here," and puts a hand out to tug on Steve's shoulder.

(Or: Sometimes, Bucky and Steve lend each other a hand, literally. Bucky tries not to be weird about it, but he's always been bad at controlling his thoughts about Steve.)

Following the Outline of your Face (Canon Divergence | Teen | 1,000 Words | Complete | No warnings)

A ficlet about vacations, drawing, and the good light.

You're a Gem but Not a Saint (Pre-Canon | General | 1,707 words | Complete | No Warnings)

Bucky tries to give himself rules. He tries not to be weird about Steve.

Bucky gives himself rules, but he's only human. Sometimes, he breaks a couple of them.

(Or: Steve doesn't show up for dinner. Bucky wishes he could think Steve just forgot.)

Modern AUs

I Held You In Gloved Hands (And I'm Not Letting Go) (AU: Modern | Explicit | 48,785 words | Complete | No warnings)

Bucky Barnes jumps at the chance to take a job opportunity hours from home. He's expecting a fresh start and a decent salary jump. He's not expecting to run into his childhood best friend, Steve Rogers, on his first day. The years since they last talked have been hard ones for both of them, but falling back into their friendship is shockingly easy. Despite their time apart, December in this small town might bring them closer than ever.

(Or, a holiday rom-com in which Bucky reads to children, Steve teaches art, new friendships are made, difficult conversations are had, cookies are baked, way too much coffee is consumed, home is found in surprising places and, eventually, feelings are confessed.)

If I Could Stop The Clock With You Tonight (AU: Modern | Explicit:| 10,855 words | Complete| No Warnings)

"Mm, see, but you don't actually know that," James says, shaking his head, but looking amused. "Not until you taste this. You might hate it." "I've been your audience, though. I've been right here watching you make all that," Steve protests, grinning. "I've seen your cooking focus and how you use your hands and everything. There's no way this won't be amazing." There's a pause after Steve's words. It's probably a very brief and barely noticeable pause, but it feels long and mortifying to Steve as he plays his own last few sentences back in his head. "Glad you think I'm good with hands," James eventually says, ending Steve's misery, but making him flush even redder. (Or: Natasha hires a private chef to cook Steve's birthday dinner. Steve's not too sure about the idea of a total stranger in his apartment on his birthday, but Chef James is incredibly attractive and very charming. He also seems oddly familiar. That might just be because Steve has met him before.)

Where Were You When I Was King in This Part of Town? (AU: Modern | Explicit | 15,232 words | WIP Two of Three chapters posted | No Warnings)

Bucky'd like to cut himself a little slack, he really would. After all, finding out Steve is fifteen years younger than him had been a shock.

But Bucky also doesn't like to let himself off the hook for his mistakes. So, he'll be honest about it: dismissively referring to a guy he'd hooked up with, in his office, less than 48 hours ago as a kid? A guy he works with? A guy he still really likes? Yeah, Bucky's gonna go ahead and rank that one nice and high on the list of his all-time stupidest love-life moves.

(Or: Bucky probably shouldn't have sex with Steve in his office, continue having sex with Steve after he learns how much younger than him Steve is, start actually dating Steve, or fall for Steve hard and fast. Unless, of course, Bucky should absolutely do every one of those things.)

We Set a Precedent, and Now I'm Living With it (AU: Modern | Teen | 8,212 words | Complete | No Warnings)

"It's lucky we met tonight," the guy says, sleazy and in Bucky's space in a way that has all of Bucky's defenses climbing up. "You know, after you finish that drink —"

"I am so sorry I'm late, babe," a deep voice it takes Bucky a second to recognize says from behind him. The voice comes with a hand placed firmly on Bucky's shoulder. Bucky blinks and looks up to find hot-Steve-from-work smiling at him, one eyebrow raised conspiratorially.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning as he catches on.

"Boss trying to talk you into working overtime again?" Bucky asks, putting as much fake worry into his tone as possible and leaning into Steve.

(Or: Work friends Bucky and Steve get into the habit of helping each other escape uncomfortable, awkward, or bad situations. Their escape plans get increasingly elaborate as their friendship gets increasingly close. That's probably why their whole office thinks they're actually dating.)

A Kiss Just Waiting to Happen (AU: College | Teen | 3,470 words | Complete | No warnings)

Steve doesn't like losing. At anything.

So he's not planning to lose this, even if he's hardly had time to sleep all week. And even if some of this round's challenges are, in his opinion, sort of ridiculous. Some of them, like find someone with the same initials and birthday as you and post a picture with them, or take a picture of yourself at the highest and lowest geographical point on campus at midnight on two consecutive days — feel a little uninspired to him, but at least they're easy enough.

But others, like kiss a stranger are — Steve's pretty sure they're just really ridiculous.

(Or: College boys Steve and Bucky have been checking each other out in the hallways of their apartment building for the better part of a school year. Then they get trapped in an elevator together. Because sometimes we all need a little trope-y goodness.)

Set the Date, Set the Time (‘Cause We Already Know Where We’re Going) (AU: Modern | General | 5,161 words | Complete | No warnings)

"Well, thank you for being a good sport about it," she says, looking at Alena over her shoulder. "She's decided she was right about you, you know."

"Should I know what that means?" Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I imagine you'll find out soon enough," the woman says, laughing again. "I'm Natasha, by the way."

"Steve," Steve says, holding out a hand to shake hers.

"I know," she says, still looking amused.

(or: Steve teaches art to kids. He's used to his students not always being focused on art, and he's used to them being very curious about him. He's not at all used to them trying to set him up with their adult family members, but he can't complain about it. Not when the family member he's been set up with walks through his classroom door and is the most beautiful man Steve has ever seen.)

Other AUs

Darling, Lets's Take Our Time (While It's Still Ours To Take) (AU: Other | Explicit | 6,683 words | Complete | No Warnings)

Steve Rogers walking through his door is always a challenge — something that always makes holding up his casually friendly bartender facade very difficult.

It's harder tonight. The relief that floods Bucky at the sight of Steve's familiar features is so overwhelming that he has to ball his hands into fists and take a long breath to hide his less-than-calm emotions.

"Captain Rogers," he says, trying his damndest to not search Steve for signs of injury. "Didn't know you were in town."

"Just got in," Steve says. He grabs a seat, and Bucky keeps his eyes on the leather of Steve's jacket to avoid looking at his face

(Or: Steve's a rebel pilot with a target on his back, Bucky runs a bar that's a hub for rebel activity, and the two of them have a long history. It's a Star Wars AU.)

We Were Strangers for Far Too Long (AU: Historic | Mature | 4,314 words | Complete | No Warnings)

Bucky turned a corner and discovered a blond guy holding a can of spray paint and writing on the dingy alley walls. The guy had looked up at the sound of Bucky's footsteps, and Bucky'd found himself being stared at by massive blue eyes. The guy'd been wrapped in a pin-covered jacket, there'd been a scowl on his face, and Bucky'd fallen for him before either of them had said a word.

(Or: It's the late 1970s, and two boys from Brooklyn spend most of their days breaking the law. Bucky, because there's no other way to work off a debt owed to dangerous people. Steve, because maybe if he paints his message on the side of the C Train, someone will finally listen. Meeting each other doesn't change anything. Until it changes everything.)

More of my writing: Full fic/story masterpost

#stevebucky #stucky fanfiction #stucky fic #steve/bucky #Updated March 2024 #my writing #my fic

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psychocharlie · 9 months

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Charlie has uncle issues

For a month now, Dennis has been staying at the bar late into the night, locking it up himself. He took everyone's keys, leaving only Charlie's copy to open Paddy's in the morning. The Gang resented this and protested, but Dennis was adamant and took away everyone else's keys on the grounds that they were all a bunch of irresponsible shitheads who forgot to lock up the bar. The fact that someone had robbed the cash register one night was also a strong argument for Dennis' rightness (and no one suspected that Dennis was this "someone" who had robbed Paddy's to carry out his plan). So for a month, Dennis staying the longest and closing the bar. Charlie also often lingers, because the bar needed to be cleaned up before closing, which, as everyone knows, is Charlie work.

Of course, Dennis made this scheme so that he and Charlie would have time to be alone and talk about their business without looking suspicious. Especially since the Gang started noticing their odd behavior. Especially Mac. Oh, Mac has become unbearable. Suspicious, obsessive, and jealous. Reynolds should get something much better than this bar trick to distract him. And he was going to do it later.

But that night Charlie left early, while even Mac, Dee, and Frank were still at the bar. His mom called him and begged him tearfully to come over and help her with something, and he left. So it's only been about 15 minutes since everyone left, and Dennis was really getting ready to close up and go home, because Charlie wasn’t there, and Dennis hadn't been doing his «business» in a while. And neither had his friend. After that terrible nervous breakdown in his bad place he hadn't touched a single person yet.

The man is briefly distracted by his phone before getting up from the counter and walking away. Grinning, he replies to a message from a pretty girl on a dating site he's been DENNIS'ing for a few days, anticipating the inevitable culmination of their dates – first passionate and then bloody, filling his entire being with power and strength. In those moments, he truly felt like the actual Golden God. Only then did the gaping hole in his chest, the God Hole, cease to ring with its emptiness, and he felt whole. Then and in some other rare moments that Reynolds preferred not to think about.

Before he can even finish the message, the door swings open, causing Dennis to flinch and lift his head, and Charlie plops down behind the bar.

– I'm gonna kill him. – Charlie's voice is hoarse, and he's literally growling, looking sullenly like a beast ready to pounce on you and tear you to pieces. His eyes burn with anger, but it's not a hot flame of rage, it's something colder, even more sinister. Hatred.

Dennis quickly presses the send button, no longer caring what he texted to that sweet fool, and sets the phone aside. All his attention is on Charlie now.

– Who? – His voice is soft and cautious. He pulls a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from under the bar, deciding it is the best choice for the circumstances. «Is that the last thing his victims see?» – wonders Dennis. Charlie, meanwhile, empties a glass of whiskey under his gaze. In one gulp.

– Uncle Jack.

Dennis sighs heavily and presses his lips together, sipping from his glass. Uncle Jack. Charlie was always out of sorts after seeing him. Usually he just got weird, twitchy or depressed. Sometimes he'd get irritable and start shouting at everyone. But this time it was the real hatred. Cold and full of contempt.

Dennis remains silent, and his buddy pours and drains another glass again. Gradually his face softens, the hatred fading from the green eyes, making way for deadly fatigue and despair and resentment.

– I want him to die like a goddamn brute. – Voice's desperate, almost whisper. The formerly tense posture of a predator ready to pounce changes as well, Charlie's body slouches, shoulders droop. Then Dennis finally decides to speak, quietly and calmly.

– I understand, bud, you have every reason to want him dead. He molested you.

Charlie stands up again and screams. Dennis sees the desperation in his eyes.

– He didn't molest me!

– He did, – Dennis replies quietly yet firmly, bringing the half-empty bottle to his friend's mouth. He presses his lips together, digging his fingernails into the old wooden surface, exhales heavily and, closing his eyes, allows Dennis to get him drunk.

– He did. - His voice sounds like an echo, barely audible repeating Dennis' words as Charlie lowers his head, resting it on the counter. Reynolds flinches. This is the first time Charlie has ever admitted it. They all knew it, but Charlie had always denied it, indignantly and furiously, without admitting it. So had Dennis with his Ms. Klinsky thing. But now Charlie finally admitted it and allowed himself to be vulnerable around him. Dennis drains the rest of his whiskey and patts the bar next to Charlie's shoulder in a reassuring gesture, hesitant to touch him right away.

– Alright... – there’s a pause in the air as Dennis tries to think of what to say now, – you know... do it. You have every right to.

– I'd like to. – His voice is muffled. – I wanna do it every time he reaches out to me with his creepy hands. He fucking hugged me today. But I can't.

– Why not?

And Charlie lifts his head and shakes it. He looks now like an abandoned puppy who's lost all hope of finding a home. He sighs heavily and starts to talk. He talks and talks and talks. Talks about how much his mother loves that bastard Jack, how she's cared for him all her life. The stupid bitch throws a little family party of his birthdays and even bakes the cakes for him, but she can't even remember the exact age of her own son, not to mention wishing him a happy birthday. He tells how upset and hysterical she would be if her brother suddenly disappeared. She’d call the police and they would find Charlie. And after him, probably Dennis as well. And Dennis nods, nods, nods, doesn't understand why he didn't think of it himself. Like, it's so obvious and logical. He hadn't thought of it because his mind was busy thinking that Uncle Jack should die in agony like a filthy animal, which he was.

They drink another bottle of whiskey and gradually change the subject. Now they are discussing the failure of the gang's scheme this afternoon and who is to blame (It was all Dee! That bitch is totally unartistic and can't even play such a simple role in our plan!), when suddenly Charlie speaks up and changes his face again:

– But if I ever see him molest a child in person... I'll kill him. And then I won't care about the consequences. I just won't be able to bear it. I'll take a hammer and smash his ugly face in. I'll crack his head like a walnut. I'll hit and hit and hit his head until I stop recognizing him at all. He'll die in agony like an animal, he'll–

Dennis can see that Charlie is about to boil again: his hands are clenched into fists, his eyebrows are drawn together in a broad line, and his teeth are clenched tightly together, almost gritting. Dennis swears he can hear them grinding.

– I'm staying out of his perverted business, but if I see this–

– Oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oh-oi! – he grabs Charlie by the shoulders and shakes him, repeating an old tried-and-true ritual, trying to distract and calm him.

– Oi-oi-oi-oi, yeah, – he mumbles back and nods, closing his eyes to calm himself. Dennis pours him another whiskey.

***

At home, Reynolds is met by Mac with his stupid questions about what took him so long and where he was.

– I was with a girl, – Dennis angrily waves him off.

– Oh, with a girl? – Mac's eyebrows rise in a familiar expression as he spreads his arms across his chest, glancing at his neighbor, – I knew you took away everyone's keys just to fuck chicks at Paddy's! Did you fuck her on the bar stand? Or on the pool table? On my favorite pool table? Spit it out, man!

– Get yourself a goddamn boyfriend, Mac, and fuck him on the pool table or wherever you want, but get the fuck off me! – Dennis yells at him irritably and disappears into his room, slamming the door behind him. Mac is really starting to get on his nerves. Something has to be done about this.

Finally, after a long day, Dennis lies down in bed with his eyes closed. His imagination immediately pictures Uncle Jack's mutilated body on the Paddy's basement. His face is unrecognizable - smashed with a hammer, it's just a bloody mess, pools of blood spreading around. His hands, which Jack had always been so self-conscious about, which he had always tried to hide, conceal, visually enlarge, were now severed. Jack's severed hands will never be pets for Charlie. Charlie will take the smallest jar he has and chop them up in there, slicing off each finger individually like sausages. «Oh, look, Uncle Jack, your hands are so small they can only fit in this silly little jar. How pathetic is that, Uncle Jack. It sucks to have hands small like this, doesn't it?» And then he throws the jar into the scalding heat of the furnace.

Dennis clutches the sheets with his fingers, his lips drawn together in a thin line. The last thing he thinks about before he falls asleep is Uncle Jack's dreadful death, which he deserves.

#iasip #charden #serial killers au #charlie and dennis are murder buddies #dennis is bastard man #charlie is chaotic psycho #headcanon #it's so long #why it’s so fucking long #charlie kelly #dennis reynolds #uncle jack #hate him

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drewsaturday · 4 months

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exocolonist round 8

ACCIDENTAL PROFESSOR ENDING !!!! this is the first time i haven't gotten botanist without trying ;jlksdfl;kjd but it makes sense since i did so much tutoring to get close to nomi

also got second engineer to get the manuals for next round!!

did all the delusional options but didn't come across enough to get lobotomized, or i at least should've maybe chosen a diff dialogue option when it was brought up :/ pwease slice my brain up mommy instance ;-;

i romanced cal so i could break up him and tammy. i liked the idea of cal more on earlier playthroughs i think because he reminds me so much of ger, but he's... kind of missing a level of consideration that makes ger such a malewife? at least from what i observed when he was with tammy. he kinda never grew up. i got him on the home menu at least this time.

it is kinda cool to be second engineer because you become chief when instance retires, but idk when she retires so you could very well be working on the same-ish level as flulu (or ger) OR with cal which is kinda cool when ur married to him.

cal is a pushover and tammy is a people pleaser and this shows a lot in the ending i got with him, how he's not as good as pushing people as flulu was and it takes a toll on him. i think that's another part of why i find him and tammy a bit unbearable the more i play j;aklslkdjf they're just... too conventional/nice in a way i don't vibe with, whereas i like rex and nomi's flavor of kindness and support more.

this was also my first ending since my initial playthrough with nem where i got to have kids!!! with nem i had 2 but with cal we had a ton so that's a cool change of pace. thinking about flu and ger being grandparents ;-;

i lowkey wish cal and i broke up here (i know we have communal raising but THAT many kids plus us both being chiefs means that's gonna be stressful) but he fucking DIES in his fifties while defending geoponics during an attack (i didnt make peace w the gardeners lol) so at least i'm free to go fuck other people now.

this was the first time i got nomi in an ending!!! i love their creativity and that they end up sooooorta being a rancher? and getting a pet unisaur? perfect for them. horse nb vertumna style.

god also i got to read their writing project and i love that it's just... a mini version of exocolonist meets animorphs

OH AND I GOT THEM TO GET WITH REX <3 though i hadn't talked to rex a ton so AFTER i got them dating i had a dialogue option with him that's supposed to come before that discusses how they're just friends sj;klf

another sad ending for tang, she was my second and got obsessed with what happened to dys since he did the bomb. the ending talks about her being in a nightmarish waking state due to her augment or something? awful, i hate it. this reminds me i probs couldve done the plague this round.... will do after the next couple.

i stayed in the creche etc during attacks a lot more this time and had an option to save tammy from an attack during the one where kom dies. i kinda wonder if she wouldve died if i didnt bother but i didnt wanna fuck up the achievement for breaking up her and cal. tempted to let her get severely injured though or not save her next time... but i do like having free cakes to give other people, so maybe i'll let her live. gonna keep letting her lose her dad in a brutal attack tho.

i think up next is the transcendence ending, and THEN i can recalibrate the shields and i think that'll result in a situation where flulu is more chill so i'm excited to see that.

the only person left to put on the homescreen is vace though :| i will consider getting close to him and shoving him into therapy after the above, maybe with an ending in mind that also involves getting close to nem again.

i think apart from the vace, friends, and all endings achievements everything else i need to do is card related so i'm gonna be a tad directionless apart from looking for diff endings to beat once i get through vace.

i also do need the 4 pets one though ive heard thats glitchy, but getting closer to vace does bode sorta well with that.

#iwatex tag #i really need to go be productive now lmfao #i love how 7.3% of players unlocked vace on the homescreen....#compared to everyone else being so much more desired #about 2% less ppl got the all friends achievement tho which points to quite a few getting close to him for just completionism reasons #would love to study the ones who voluntarily went for him like bugs #though maybe some of that was also with the intend of an all endings achievement #but less than 1% of ppl got there so who knows

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c-jm-nojinson · 10 months

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1987 is outside, admiring what this world is like. His world has never been this nice, not even before he became what he is now. Was always grey, smokey, and raining ash. Never really changed weather either, being either warm or unbearably hot. Here, cold, white flakes fall from the sky, coating the ground and anything that surrounds and touches it. Unsure of what it is and what to make of it, he opens up his umbrella, worried it may be harmful.

"Eli-Ass, hurry up and get out here!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming, no need to be in such a rush. Besides Alumina, it isn't like the snow is going to hurt you." Elias comes out the door, quickly closing and locking it to meet outside 1987.

"It isn't? Then what is this stuff? I've never seen anything like it before?"

"Are you being serious? You, a human turned cyborg, never seen or heard of snow?"

"I… I haven't, no. My world is all warm and hot, always raining ash, grey, and smokey. The war I came fro-"

"Shit, that's right, you were born during a war, and the after effects are still felt hundreds of years afterwards."

"Yeah, that's right. Here, let's get started on this walk. Tell me about this 'snow' as we go, please."

"Of course. For you, you have ash raining down. Even for normal worlds, that is bizarre. But that is bound to happen when locked in global conflicts for a long time. Here, we've been in a decaying winter for, god, ever since I've been alive, even longer."

"And you aren't tired of it?"

"How could I be? I flourish in this type of environment. The peacefulness of the cold and quiet. I actually get time to think to myself. Certain species still thrive, so why can't I? Besides, as childish as it is, I even eat the snow sometimes."

"You can eat the snow? The stuff that comes from the skies?!" Alumina was horrified. "Wouldn't that be harmful, even a little bit? Surely something bad would hap-"

"Relax, it's not gonna hurt me. Don't forget, this isn't your world, where ash falls. Snow is a type of natural precipitation, a type of water. It's just frozen water that didn't become ice, just a cold powder. Watch!" Elias sticks out his tongue, as he catches some snowflakes on it. He continues as Alumina watches for a few minutes, before he starts to realize this walk together may be more than what he thought it was.

"Come on Alumina, give it a try, I'm certain you'll like it. It'll be like living a part of a childhood you never had, I promise."

"If you say so." Alumina, sticks the tip of his tongue out, hesitantly, uncertain of what to think of the snow.

"Come on, I know you can stick it out further than that."

"But, what if-"

"You saw me do it. I wouldn't do it if it would hurt me."

Alumina fully sticks his tongue out, before slowly relaxing.

"Wow, and this is basically just frozen water you said?"

"Basically."

"I never knew water could taste so… so clean? I know water from different sources can taste different but like, this is clean? I wonder what other parts of the world I have missed."

"If that's what you are curious about, come spend the entirety of this day with me then? You won't regret it, I promise."

"Promise?"

"I promise, Alumina. Here, I have a bag with food. I don't know if you eat or not so I brought double what I usually eat."

"I don't necessarily have to eat. I could if I wanted to, but I don't need to. It'd be something I'd do if I'm bored and don't want to sleep."

"Oh, so you don't want to eat? That's okay that ju-"

"No I'm curious, what do you have with you? If it piques my interest I'll try some."

"Oh, I have some spaghetti and a bunch of fruit!"

"Spa, spaghetti?"

"Oh do you not like that? Don't worry you-"

"No, I've actually never heard of it. Spa-ghetti. Spah-ghetti. What is this 'spaghetti'? What type of dish is it?"

"You have never heard of spaghetti? Tell me you are joking right now. Please, for the love of god, tell me there is spaghetti in your world."

"Most of the food you get in public places is more of a grey rectangle covered in a brown sauce. Has no flavor, but the sauce is to help it go down. The only way to get food outside of that is if you find an animal outside and kill it yourself, or anything you grow."

"God, your world sounds miserable. Do you guys at least have any type of drinks?"

"Actually we do! Outside of the water, we have Tea, Coffee, and Juices."

"Juices? So you know what fruits are?"

"Indeed, back where I live, I have a small farm in the middle of the woods. I have different fruits and vegetables there. I also have a wide variety of teas, as I prefer tea over coffee. I do sometimes drink juice however, just not often, as it takes quite a large amount of resources for me to make."

"Maybe I'd be able to live in your world if you let me live with you, then." Laughs Elias. A world without fruits or spaghetti would be hell. Hell, a world without flavor is hell to begin with. A grey rectangle with flavorless brown sauce? What's the point of the sauce if there is no flavor? Yeah, Alumina may have said to help it go down, but even then? Why not just make the rectangle able to go down without sauce?

"So, do you want to try spaghetti then? Like I said, I brought double in case you ate. I also brought enough for us for two breaks to eat as well. "

"Sure, fuck it, why not? If it won't kill me I see no reason not to."

"Alright, let's pull off to the side right here to eat and drink. Speaking of, do you actually have anything to drink with you, Alumina? I actually didn't bring much to drink beca-"

"Oh don't worry, I actually brought some drinks with me. I brought some tea and juices, because I know that drinks are something humans need to stay alive. What do you want? I've got some orange juice, apple juice, waterm-"

"Okay, first of all, I'd kill for a good glass of apple juice right now. Second of all, where are you keeping the juices at? I don't see a bag on you or anything?"

"I'm not actually wearing a jacket. All the extra 'weight' I look like I have isn't a jacket, its liquids, such as water, tea, and juice. I can just detech one and hand it over. All just nanobot containers that are fabricated to also connect like fabric."

"Number two is, were you about to say watermelon juice? Like, juice made with watermelon? Because if so, how long did that take? We can't grow those here because of how cold it is. Unless we grow them inside specially built areas, and those often get overrun."

"Oh yeah I usually store them in a specialized area underneath my house. And I grow them once every other year, they are large, and they take the entire year to grow."

The two trade bites of food and sips of drink for thirty minutes, talking about their childhood, what they do for a living, how their worlds work. Alumina learns that a lot of Elias' job could be easily described as a mercenary, and Elias seeing that Alumina is basically a double agent in their world.

"So, tell me more about this house of yours, Gears for Brains. How'd you come across it? Was it given, how'd you get it, I have to know."

"If you have to know, Eli-Ass, I found an old, abandoned shack in the woods. I cleared out the trees around it, and kinda improved on it. I pretty much double agent in my place, so out there I make myself look as human as I can, as a bounty hunter, trying to track down The Elusive GDP-1987-MAID-B, which is kinda funny. Whenever anyone starts to realize I may be them, I make sure they can't report back on it. It hurts sometimes, but I gotta do what I can to make sure I live. If Director Klauss figured I was 1987, I wouldn't know peace until everyone he sent, including him, was dead."

"I found my house in a similar fashion. It was abandoned, so I took it over. Ya know, it is k'inda funny how we are. Bounty Hunters, and one of us also being a high bounty. Let's get moving again, let me show you one of my favorite spots to be."

"Oh, and where would that be, Eli-ass?" Flirts Alumina.

"It's a building, where you can overlook an entire city. Quiet, peaceful, and no one really goes there."

Both start walking, at some point, even interlocking fingers, into holding hands.

"Oh, sorry Alumina, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't, actually. I haven't felt this feeling in so long, I actually don't mind it. It feels nice. To have someone actually care for me, and the other way around."

"A-Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"You are one of the only humans who I feel fully comfortable with. You don't work with Adrian Klauss. You'd kill him on the spot. You don't like working for the spineless bastard who only uses his money to get around in life. It's a beautiful site, this place is. Especially with the sun setting."

"Thanks. Also, Gears for Brains, there's something missing on your face."

"Did I lose part of my face mask? What is it?"

"Me."

Elias quickly leans in for a kiss, planting it right on Alumina's cheek. Alumina stammers the word I, but Elias talks over.

"You know, if you were brave enough, you'd have initiated the kiss first."

"Uhh, hey look at me, I'll eat snow!" exclaims Alumina, desperately trying to hide his embarrassment and changing the conversation, before sticking his tongue in the snow.

"OW OW THAT IS COLD, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU DO THAT?!"

Elias erupts with laughter, laughing at Alumina's attempt to change the convo and to eat snow.

"Hey Gears for Heart, it helps if you have a spoon!" Elias says, between laughs, before showing Alumina how to eat snow properly.

The two then spend the rest of the night talking, watching the sky, drinking tea, juice, water, and eating snow, before Alumina sets a small fire for the night.

"You know, Elias, this has probably been my nicest day in a long time. I'm glad I was able to share this with you."

"And you the same, Gears for Brains. Same to you."

HERES A SHIT THING I DID WITH MY OWN OC AND A FRIENDS OC, GDP BEING MINE AND ELIAS IS THEIRS

#original character #my ocs my beloved #oc ship

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