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phiothezay · 22 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Additional Tags: Science Fiction, Laboratories, An old short story I wrote years ago., Mercenaries Summary:

A short story about a group of mercenaries tasked with stealing an experiment from a secure lab.

#I wrote this years ago and i'm just now publishing it lmao #scifi #ao3 writer #writerscommunity #short story #original work #I figured it would be better to post this rather than letting it #sit in my google docs for eternity to collect dust.

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firebird-legacy · 1 year

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Word count: 689

And in the end, it had ended quietly.

A bitter irony, you think, after everything. You feel paralyzed, still, though part of you whispers that it’s all in your head, and that really, you could be moving, if you wanted to. Your blood is ice, marrow, too, so you decide to move, because it’s preferable to freezing. You contemplate the brittleness of your hands. Cold, like a stone coated in frost. Warm, like hot blood over skin. Warm, like his blood over your skin.

You shiver, and you blink. There is nothing on your hands, you tell yourself firmly, and convince yourself that the stain on your skin is nothing more than a memory, as you know that it is.

A bitter irony, after everything. He had done so much. To you. To everyone. And he could have succeeded, couldn’t he? You know he could have. How would the galaxy look, if he had? He would have changed so much. A part of you despises him, another fears him, and another--

Another part loves him. Loved him. You blink down at the mocking, imagined shadows of blood on your hands, and you pace to keep the ice away from your soul.

Something in your head whispers that it will be easier to ignore this, to lock it away. You know that is a terrible solution, and it would be quite stupid to do so. Is it smarter, though, to rip a bandage off a wound you’re not sure has healed? In any case, you’ve never been one for excessive caution, so your thoughts turn to the man you hated and you loved.

You hadn’t loved him, not at first. He was callous, and cruel, and astonishingly arrogant. Charming, like a snake. Wily and solitary, like a wild dog. A puppeteer, playing games with the threads that held the galaxy together. You think about that longer. You hadn’t understood him, then, and you do so hate others pulling your strings. So you hate him. He had hated you, too--of that, you are certain, but you are just as certain that some part of him cared for you, in his own broken way. After all, he could have left you to die, couldn’t he have?

Blood, his blood, is warm on your hands. You know there is nothing there, but your senses are not so easily convinced. You concede, briefly, to the icy claws in your chest to go wash your hands and pretend that will wash away the blood that isn’t there.

Never had you intended to learn more about him. Nor had you expected him to tell you. But in the end, you can hardly bring yourself to wholly fault someone who had been taught the galaxy was a cruel and broken place, and that the solution was to be even more cruel and even more broken until the galaxy wasn’t, when he had been no more than eleven. You wonder if he ever recognized that, in a different way, he had been just as trapped, as conditioned, as imprisoned as you had been when he was the one holding the keys. Maybe he would have. Unfortunately, he’s dead, and the dead don’t tend to do much in the way of self-reflection.

Maybe, if he had lived, if you hadn’t killed him, things would be better. Maybe they wouldn’t have been. Regardless, green eyes haunt you in your sleep and in the waking hours of the morning, and his blood is crimson on your hands. You’ve been told that this will subside with time, to a degree. You had nodded and pretended you agreed.

A bitter irony, after everything. It wouldn’t have been, if he had succeeded, but he did not, and you--you can’t call it a success; it doesn’t feel like one, but you’re not sure you lost. You certainly haven’t won.

A bitter irony, after everything. For all he had struggled and strived for, for all you had suffered in his wake, his death, and the death of his dream, hold no more relevance in the great machine of the galaxy than the death of a moth.

#my fucking high school writing… this fucks what the hell.#swtor writing #my writing #swtor hunter #oc: naiim’erro’wren #technically. i mean he’s not mentioned but it’s his pov #back when i hadn’t decided hunter didn’t die… rest in peace king #wrote this almost two years ago. hunter brainrot is eternal

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thedeadthree · 1 year

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— TAG GAME.

TAGGED BY the dear @marivenah and @leviiackrman to answer a few questions! ty ty so much love!

TAGGING: @feystepped, @griffin-wood, @jendoe, @kingsroad, @chuckhansen, @risingsh0t, @queennymeria, @denerims, @phillipsgraves, @jillvlntine, @morvaris, @aartyom, @minaharkers, @unholymilf, @leviiackrman, @jacobseed, @arklay, @corvosattano, @jackiesarch, @malefiicarum, @pearlcscent, @shellibisshe, @weisshaupts, @shadowglens, @leondaltons, @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @belorage, @confidentandgood, @girlbosselrond, @thee-morrigan, @rosebarsoap, @fragilestorm, @lacunafiction, @noonfaerie and you!

THREE SHIPS: inspired by mari <3!

THREE CANON SHIPS: geralt x yennefer, corlys velaryon x rhaenys targaryen, and arianne martell x daemon sand!

THREE OC SHIPS: iovanna dayne x daemon targaryen, edelgard vanderweyden x reese verner, maekar targaryen x aeryal arvel (carolines dear!)

THREE MUTUALS SHIPS: mo @kingsroad's alyse x aegon (they mean the world to me!), ash @unholymilf's iconic varya x roman (forever the moment!), airika @chuckhansen's nina x adam (the loveliest! they're dear to me!)

FIRST SHIP: oo ok ok i want to say my first ship was I think? rajaion and ena from fire emblem path of radiance? that or? selina kyle/catwoman and bruce wayne!

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: an iced coffee ajanjnsk bc i am a responsible adult <3.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: my 3829838th rewatch of house of the dragon <3 am i surprised? nay nay! its not at all for oc lore! (leg says like a liar jnjanj <3)

LAST MOVIE: the batman! <3 and one i recently adored seeing was bullet train as well! (ty ty orion and ash for introducing me bc of ur ocs u dears u!)

LAST SONG: its been stuck in my head all week! the fruits by paris paloma <3

CURRENTLY READING: rereading fernweh saga by the dear aelsa! and fire and blood by george rr martin <3 (leg once again says its bc they want know more of what’s in store for the characters and not for oc lore at all like a liar <3)

CURRENTLY CRAVING: my mom is making sauce so i have pasta on the brain <3

#only if you want to! 🤍🕊#ahh this was so cute! and lovely to get me back into the swing of things <3 #t: about leg #i would also like to say that all of the ships of my mutuals with their dears are my favorite <3 THEYRE ALL SO GOOD #IYKYK on the fe ship the way ten year old me watching the cutscenes for that game on yt and that scene had me SOBBING #i fully blame my appreciation of tragic/doomed dynamics on them AHH #AND OF COURSEE the one and only duo <3 can cite my brand! my appreciation for enemies/rivals dynamics on them!#(bruce can have two hands for sel and polly bc i said so <3)#AELSA I HAVE BEEN MEANING TO SINCE I READ IT ON RELEASE DAY NEED TO SHRIEK ABOUT FERNWEH I MUST AHH #if y'all haven't yet YOU SHOULD YOU SHOULD i mean it was the loveliest read floored and blown AWAY absolutely STUNNED it was so good!#(but im never not floored by ur talent and its a HIGH honor truly to know u and be mutuals AND GET TO SUPPORT AHH)#my friend wrote an if an it was PUBLISHEDD and u all should read it <3 #AND I SAWWW THE DENIAL ROUTE AND THE PIANO CHOICE I DID I DID AND WHEN I TELLU I SHRIEKED AND WAS SOBBING??#ill be sure to be sobbing for eternity! R VERNER U MEAN THE WORLD TO ME and j I need to make a dear for them I HAVE TO #I mean????? just their dynamic with the mc I was on the FLOOR u know? and the nightmare scenes!!!!!! my god! the bestest!#ok ok also like...... new song with PEAK una energy that has been living in the psyche rent free that I found in my rec songs <3 FLOORED #''angel' he calls me does he know that im falling from a precipice that I tripped off long ago?' ->#''your so pure' he says does he know im forsaken? the original sinner but soon you'll know for if im going down I guess ill take you w/ me?#LIKE I COULD RECITE ALL OF IT FOR HER BUT UHHH im fine im fine totally really not at all shrieking about una at all from this <3 #two of the top ships that live in my head rent free that are canon being asoiaf ships <3 AAAND THE OC SHIPS they won this year already <3 #AND I MEAN ALWAYS IN MY HEART ALWAYS ON MY MIND Eddie and reese <3 #ok ok im suuper thinking vanna and daemy may be the first piece? this week ive done a lot of thinking of them and..... they <3 #leg.txt #leg.tagged #MO I CANT WAIT TO CATCH UP ON ITR+R GODD THE WAY THEYRE JUST <3 they mean the world to me!#can't wait to yell about them and be floored by ur writing!!!! VARYA ALWAYS IN MY MIND AND NINA AND ADAM ALWAYS ON MY HEART <3 #listen i read the t*wow preview and? ari x daemy? SO GOOD. (and very excited for caro's dears lilyana x daemy he deserves it! he's lovely!)

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raveartts · 1 year

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I'm not exactly sure what this crossover is meant to be, but all I could think is just: Fushi has no concept of money (canon), Cutthroat has no concept of numbers in general (not canon but I like to think that he can't even conceptualize how many people 999 is to murder)

^the image I traced

so remember when Fushi got a part time job at a restaurant and then that detail was entirely forgotten. like, HELLO???? I want this story right now. HOW THE FUCK DID THIS GUY GET A JOB?? HE'S STUPID, HE CAN'T PRINT A RESUME BECAUSE HE'S A DUMMY DUMB DUMB WHO THROWS COMPUTERS INTO THE OCEAN

I imagine he just walked in and asked for it, completely lying about all his credentials and age

#raveartts #akudama drive #fumetsu no anata e #to your eternity #mcdonalds #and i don't know if i thanked u before but Chloe thank you for the fuckingbdjgh mcdonalds headcanons you wrote a while ago #cutthroat is a happy meal mcnuggy boiyo #...and yep i'm still art blocked and have resorted to blatantly tracing stock images

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cyberiada · 2 years

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ok tell us about Payroll's boyfirend

Romeo is fun to think about. i mean, he's probably the most emotionally repressed man in space. he bottles up all emotions, good and bad. he appears so cold and so emotionless to the point where he himself doesn't entirely know if he can feel anything at all

for someone who's been created to fit in an unfortunately inseparable duo of characters he's so fucking Lonely. he was an only child, his father died when he was little and his mother remarried to a royalist clerk. a Dieselbot. Romeo was a steambot kid surrounded by all these dieselbots. he was an outcast. he was treated worse than his peers and it's what made him so closed off

he watched his mother die and his stepfather be turned into a scrapper (a dieselbot scrapper... an interesting anomaly) and was alone in the big big world designed specifically to screw him over as a steambot. he stopped trusting bots. his main objective became survival. he decided that the more intimidating he can become, the less bots will mess with him. he became silent. cold. started glaring at everyone who ever looked at him. he transitioned, changed his last name (to one he came up with on the spot too), learned how to stab bots and throw knives. learned how to take a life so he won't lose his

now, the thing with him and Payroll was basically. what if you put two cheating, backstabbing bastards in a room together and forced them to work with each other? (don't do this /j) obviously, they're going to betray each other all the time to get what they want. Payroll has debts to pay, Romeo has old family matters to resolve and neither of them wants to help the other. they're just trying to exploit each other as much as possible. they keep each other around because the other is useful. because two heads are better than one, even if you have to work with the most insufferable bastard in the universe. and, eventually, you get attached to that bastard, whether you want it or not, and you try to hide it so much. so you backstab him again, leave him to die and steal all his money. and the cycle begins again. you get the picture

Romeo is just a deeply hurt steambot trying to survive in a world where he's destined to fail... he does morally reprehensible things not because he wants to, but because he feels it's his only option... doesn't show kindness, because nobody ever showed kindness to him...

AND he's gay. what a guy

#bugg i know you sent this a good couple months ago but thank you SO MUCH for this ask #you have No Idea how much i love to talk about my weird edgy snake man. thank you thank you thank you thank you th #also just for the record. im pretty sure i mentioned it before but rommie is aro and romance repulsed #loveless also #so these two are Far from dating lmao #they're closer to actively hating each other actually and i think that's beautiful <3 #SO YEAH I FINALLY WROTE THE ROMMIE INFODUMP WOOOOOOOO #i'm Free #steamworld oc #romeo #my ocs #thank you so much again bugg i am eternally grateful. lmk if you want free art or sth i Can and Will draw you sth when i have the time <3

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fancy--that · 10 months

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Listening to 2023 Little Mermaid got me thinking of way too many octo Thomas and human Alex scenarios

#mermay was 2 months ago #Also looking back on the first fic i wrote i started thinking about Odysseus and Calypso #and a scenario in which Thomas wants to spend eternity with a handsome sailor lost at sea

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alasblogpoetry · 7 months

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Vessels of Flesh and The Ever-Dying Mind

If I don't like this poem I'll write another; If I miss my bus I'll catch the next; If I have to wait out in the rain I'll look directly up, breathe in the cold fresh sky, and hope I soak all the way through; And if I fail out of college I'll still have paper, pen, and passion; And if I lose each and every one I love I'll still have memories no one can take away; And if my body dies and takes me with it, I'm sure some time I'll be reborn as human?, bird?, a plant?, a rock?, a cloud?, a one we can't imagine?; If every single god comes to an end a new one will respawn; If the simulation shuts some one will make another; If the cosmos freezes another will take over, as I'm sure it already has countably (or uncountably?) infinitely many times; If time comes to a complete and utter stop it will resume with not a moment passing; Laws of physics come and go; Universes spark and fade; Time branches and curls into some aleph-dimensional fractal; Gods and simulations, heavens and afterlives, times and spaces, speeds of light and strengths of gravity, chemistries of life and the imperfect vessels of flesh and bone who contain the mind, are all so inconsistent; And so is the mind: I die every single second and am born again, and so does the bizarre world I exist in; I am some one's reincarnation, and some time some one will be mine; So if I miss my bus I'll catch the next; And if I have to wait out in the rain I'll look directly up; And if I die I'm sure I'll find a way; And if I do not like this poem I'm sure some other I some other time most definitely will;

#an eternity and a half later - we're back #this poem first started when i was 14 #but i could never find the right words to express my thoughts #until a few months ago when i finally wrote the poem #and lookie here #a few months have passed and i am finally posting this #anyways #it is september #autumn has started #the spooky season has arrived #it is raining #i no longer order lemonades #at starbucks #i get hot chocolates instead #turns out Art thinks a hot chocolate is not hot chocolate without the whip cream #point is #the most amazing season is out and about #and i am LOVING it #october is rapidly approaching #and with it comes inktober (which Art and i both participate in)#as well as halloween #and most importantly #our blog's one year anniversary!#thanks for reading #alasblog #poetry #alasblogpoetry #creative writing #emerald and art #by emerald

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hongyueg · 10 months

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3. where i play the role of anyone but me

Kingo takes some time alone during the Snap to reflect. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48275704

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I finally see myself,

Through the eyes of no one else.

It's so exhausting on this silver screen

Where I play the role of anyone but me.

-“Three” by Sleeping at Last

Kingo wasn’t used to being alone. His movie productions hadn’t stopped with half of the planet dusting away three years ago. There were still pitch meetings to attend, auditions to judge, dances to choreograph. Life hadn’t stopped with the Snap. After living so many years on this planet, Kingo was used to seemingly random events switching things up for a little bit. Plagues, wars, natural disasters, he’d seen it all. Constant adaptation was the norm for him. Maybe that’s why he liked acting so much. It allowed him to join in with the madness of the world instead of being stuck in it. That, and the recognition of being a prominent actor, of course.

Which was why he felt so uncomfortable now just standing on a cliff by himself. No cameras behind him filming his every move. Even Karun was somewhere else. In fact, Kingo could see no human anywhere close by. The only sounds he could hear were the wind easing through the palm trees, making each frond rustle against the others and the twitters and scuffles of unseen wildlife behind him. The ocean, which lapped at the beach silently below him, glimmered turquoise in the daylight.

Maybe I shouldn’t have gone up here by myself, Kingo thought to himself, shaking his head. What had he even been doing? The location scouts had already explored this island thoroughly, taking note of all the best places to film, so there had been no reason for Kingo to go up here on his own. Still, something had drawn him here. A yearning inside of him…for what, he had yet to decipher.

That was how most things were for Kingo. He usually didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted to be recognized and famous, sure. But why? Karun had asked him once after learning about his Eternal identity. It had been a long day of shooting and re-shooting. Nothing had been good enough. There was always something that was too forced, too bland, not the perfect blend of emotion and meaning. They’d gone back to his hotel suite for the night and Kingo had been about to send his valet off when Karun asked. He apologized immediately after for overstepping boundaries, but the question now clung to Kingo’s mind.

And that thought sent Kingo tumbling down another trail of memories. Memories of people he hadn’t seen in hundreds of years. His family. Kingo preferred to think he wasn’t the brooding type. That made him too much like Druig for his liking and too often brooding didn’t get you noticed in the right way. Still, nameless thoughts tugged at his consciousness. He craved to drive them away and race back to the resort where he wouldn’t be alone or get lost in thoughts of rejection.

I need to keep moving. He turned back from the cliff, the ocean. His sandals scuffed against the wooden planks of the walkway and the trees seemed to bend around him. If he let his imagination run for just a second, he could see himself on a beach similar to this one. The night sky blazed above him, stars revolving around him. Another person stood beside him. They were short with orange hair and they pointed up at the sky. Sprite. Guilt and nostalgia poured into Kingo and he blinked the memory away. He had to keep moving. But as he headed back toward the resort, Kingo realized he felt even more alone than when he had been at the cliff.

End Notes:

“Threes are defined by their desire to achieve. They want to advance in the world and will sacrifice almost anything for success; vigorously pursuing tasks and becoming utterly absorbed in the pursuit of attainment. But they will only choose a task in the first place if it promises rewards and brings prestige. Threes like to stand out. They have a burning need to be admired and see life as a game where winning is emphasized.”

-“The Enneagram Personality Test” by Truity

Read more about Threes here.

#introspective #takes place during the snap #was written a year ago as part of a series matching each Eternal to one of the nine enneagrams #probably won't continue the series as it's been a year now and this is the only one I ever wrote #but thought why not share it #MCU #fanfic #fanfiction #Eternals #eternals movie #Eternals (2021)

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biboomerangboi · 2 months

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Hua Cheng essentially cockblocking himself for possibly all of eternity will literally never not be the funniest thing MXTX ever wrote.

Xie Lian was pretty much completely in love with him the second he saw those lanterns (and completely oblivious about it) and then we get the wonderful first kiss underwater moment and Xie Lian is basically drawing hearts around Hua Cheng every time he sees him. While like quietly dying cause he literally has no idea what to do with it. Like at this point he doesn’t even really understand that he is head over heels totally gone for this man.

Until Hua Cheng is like I have a beloved I just haven’t won them over yet. Which he thinks is perfectly reasonable because his self esteem is the worst and he doesn’t understand how he could have won Xie Lian over yet. (He’s only on step 22 of his Marrying Dianxia 3000 step Master Plan ((that he debates throwing out on a regular basis because he doesn’t deserve to even dream about wanting Xie Lian)). So course he’s like yeah I have this wonderful noble beautiful beloved I just haven’t won them over yet wink wink nudge nudge.

But Xie Lian is like oh of course obviously I don’t deserve nice things and fuck I actually wanted him so badly I’m actually in love with him and now I will resign myself to never being happy for his sake. (Their combined self esteem is truly a so low it’s a hole in the ground which is hilarious because they think the other person is to good for them and unattainable forever because they literally have the same neurosis.) So he starts boxing up his feelings forever constantly wanting Hua Cheng and feeling guilty about it and literally dying inside because he wants Hua Cheng like he’s never wanted anyone.

Like essentially books 3 and 5 only happen because Hua Cheng has now cursed them both by saying he has a beloved because Xie Lian believes he isn’t wanted and therefore any nice thing Hua Cheng does is just him being nice and not Hua Cheng pulling out steps 23-34 of his plan thinking he still hasn’t won Xie Lian over. (He has he so has but he shot himself in the foot so badly it’s painful to read).

Like thank the Gods Hua Cheng is so unhinged and created the cave of 10000 Gods cause Xie Lian would literally be at his own wedding to Hua Cheng still convinced he wanted someone else and this was in fact a thing they were doing to solve a case together otherwise.

Like he needed something that unhinged to put 2 and 2 together otherwise he never would have caught on he’s Hua Cheng’s beloved. Meanwhile Hua cheng is like 🥺 he’s going to think I’m a weirdo now and I’m only on step 50 of the plan 🥺 like the two of them wouldn’t have been fucking nasty 2 books ago if he just kept his mouth shut and didn’t cockblock himself so violently.

#I hate them I love them they are both so stupid #hualian #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #hua cheng #xie lian #heavens official blessing #heaven official's blessing #hualian meta #tgcf meta #actually don’t know why I’m tagging this as meta I’m just bullying them but you get it #zee rambles #writing them and wanting to die #zees 2am text posts

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babygirlracing · 1 year

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Just baked a brownie with my love and it was the best morning I’ve had in a while. We’ve always shown love through the food we make each other but we rarely cook or bake together so this was nice :) Happy valentines day ❤️

#our love is stored in our kitchen #and our teapot #omg he wrote me a song a while ago about drinking tea with me for eternity 🥺#eternitea i guess

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zarameraki · 1 month

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˖°🕷️ ࣪𖤐 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽-𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶 ˖°🕷️𖤐

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 minors do not interact 𖥔 unprotected sex 𖥔 step-father x step-daughter 𖥔 porn with plot 𖥔 banter 𖥔 dom daddy and his little girl 𖥔 neck kissing 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 praise 𖥔 bj 𖥔 biting 𖥔 nipple play 𖥔 daddy issues 𖥔 dirty talking 𖥔 small pillow talk 𖥔 nsfw 𖥔 smut

: ̗̀➛ words: 4.0k

: ̗̀➛ notes: ok look, i was ovulating and i had to write this for some reason. i even wrote a nanami one (but he's your step-uncle). my mind was in the gutter and i wanted to challenge myself to something super taboo. if you have any requests, don’t hesitate to send them. pls follow, reblog, like, comment—whatever you want! okay love you and enjoy.

Here you were, standing on a worn-out welcome mat, staring at the door of your ex-stepfather’s house.

It’s surreal.

A month ago, when your mom dropped the bomb about their divorce, you felt like your world was crumbling. Part of you felt relieved, like you could finally breathe without suffocating under their constant tension. And the other part? Well, it felt like a piece of you was being ripped away.

Last week, when the papers were finalized, making it official that they were done, you locked yourself in your room. The silence was deafening, and you couldn’t shake off that nagging feeling of missing him. Missing Toji. It’s ridiculous, right? He’s not your step dad anymore. He’s just some guy now. Too old, too wrong, too different.

You should just turn around and leave, forget about all this.

But you couldn’t.

Not today.

Not when you’re clutching your hard-earned bachelor’s degree, wearing a stupid graduation gown that felt like a costume. He didn’t bother showing up for your biggest achievement, just like your mother. She was always occupied with her own life to care about you. You were just an accident, a spill on her pile of kitchen table bills.

Toji, though, he was different. He actually paid attention, listened to you, cared about what you had to say. Maybe you’re being stupid for wanting to talk to him, to pour out everything that’s been eating you up for months. But you needed to do this, for yourself, even if it meant facing the reality that he’s not part of your life anymore.

So, you’d driven straight to his residence building, skipping the after parties with your friends. You were twenty-two for fuck’s sake. If you wanted to spend the night celebrating with your step-dad, then that’s exactly what you were going to do.

Enough was enough.

Your trembling finger hovered over the doorbell, each second feeling like an eternity. The sharp pricks of anxiety danced on your palms, and the weight on your shoulders threatened to crush you. But you couldn’t turn back now.

The ache in your chest demanded resolution, an answer to the haunting question that had plagued you since your mother first brought him into your life: Do I want to fuck my step-dad?

Yes. Yes, you very much did.

The clicks of the lock rattled and the door knob twisted clockwise.

Toji stood in the doorway, his presence dominating the space as if he had devoured the entire door frame. His twelve abdomen muscles rippled, stark against his skin. Jet-black hair clung wetly to his forehead, partially obscuring his eyes. With sweatpants slung low on his hips, a tantalizing trail of hair led downward, drawing attention to the area you often found yourself fantasizing about.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath, realization dawning. “It was today, wasn’t it?”

“You’re such an ass,” you spat out, your body trembling with a mix of emotions—his forgetfulness, his proximity to you, the sheer presence of him. But at this moment, all your focus was on the pain of him abandoning you after promising he’d be there. “I was completely alone, Toji. Do you even understand how embarrassing it was to stand there by myself while everyone else had their families?”

“Sweetheart—”

“No. No, you don’t get to call me that. You don’t—You made me a promise, Toji. You swore you’d be there for me.”

“I know,” he murmured, running his hand down his face. “I’m sorry, kid. Come here.” He grasped your wrist and drew you towards him, enveloping you in a tight embrace. His strong arms wrapped around your body, reminiscent of the times he used to challenge you by having you sit on his back during push-ups to prove you wrong about being too heavy for him. “Better?”

“No,” you grumbled, resting your cheek against his chest. He had the scent of spruce and cigarettes that you found strangely comforting. What you wouldn’t do to sleep on his chest for hours, days and weeks. “Toji, I . . . I want to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?” he asked, stepping back.

“Can we sit down first?”

He grinned. “Of course, baby.”

With a shy smile of your own, you took his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch as he led you towards the plush couch at the center of the room. Memories of previous visits with your mother flashed briefly in your mind, but they were quickly replaced by the present moment.

The apartment’s decor was simple yet masculine, with red-brick walls lending a rustic charm. A mounted television, a large couch, and a hanging boxing bag added character to the space. The kitchen, though small, was designed in an L-shape, showcasing Toji’s dedication to fitness with his assortment of protein powders and supplements neatly arranged.

As you both settled onto the couch, Toji relaxed back, spreading out his legs and placing his arms on the backrest. His gaze lingered on you as you gracefully removed your graduation gown and placed your degree on his coffee table.

“Your mother allowed you to wear that?” His thumb traced the curve of his lower lip as his gaze roamed shamelessly over you.

The gown you had on was a sleek, satin creation with a daring thigh-high slit. Its fabric was delicate, featuring thin straps and a plunging cleavage that barely contained your breasts. It was no secret that you had chosen it with Toji in mind, especially since your mother had been “too busy” to accompany you on your shopping trip.

“She doesn’t control my wardrobe,” you replied, your voice laced with confidence as you settled beside him. One leg tucked beneath you, the other languidly extended, the slit in your dress showcasing the smoothness of your skin. Toji’s gaze followed the line of exposed flesh before meeting your eyes. “Besides, you shouldn’t be the one to talk.”

His smirk widened when you pointed out his lack of a shirt. “My house, my rules.”

You changed the subject. “Care to explain why you missed my graduation?”

“Work,” he replied shortly.

“Is that so?”

“I got a last-minute call for a match. The prize money was going to cover the next three months’ rent.” Toji was a professional MMA fighter. You had once attended one of his matches for ten minutes before almost passing out from witnessing how brutally he defeated his opponent. His persona in the ring was a juxtaposition to the sarcastic yet caring man he was at home with you.

“Did you win?” you asked, absently twirling the bracelet he had given you for your twenty-first birthday.

“Yeah,” he replied, his tone carrying a hint of pride. “I won.”

“Good.” You lifted your gaze to meet his, only to find his eyes fixed on you. “Do you miss home?”

“I am home.”

“You know what I mean.”

He took a deep breath, gazing at the blank television screen. Tilting his head back towards you, he wore a lopsided grin. “I miss you. Does that count?”

Your insides turned to jelly at his words, but you refused to let yourself falter, refusing to become the shy, sweet girl you once were, despite the depraved and forbidden reel playing in your mind.

You missed watching television with your head on his lap. You missed cooking together. You missed doing the dishes afterward. You missed joining him on walks and runs just to spend a little extra time together. You missed dragging him to malls with you and trying on clothes, posing as sexily as you could, but obviously, he didn’t understand the signals. He never did. Even if you’d spend more time with him than your own mother.

Silence ensued around you, only the subtle sounds of your choppy breaths and his composed ones were heard.

“Why are you here, kid?” Toji’s gruff voice cut through the air.

“To see you.”

“Why are you here?”

You held your breath tightly in your chest. “I wanted to talk.”

“About?” He was quick with the question, as if he knew what you were about to say, but wanted to hear it from your lips. Lips that he couldn’t pull his eyes away from. “Talk to me.”

“I—” You felt a knot form in your throat. “I wanted to check up—”

“Bullshit.”

Yeah, bullshit.

What were you scared of? This was the man who cut up fruits for you when you were mentally deprived from crunching for your exams. This was the man who put a blanket on you if you fell asleep reading, even giving a kiss to your crown. This was the man who treated you like you were his own daughter, when in reality, you never were. And he never outwardly called you his daughter, either. You didn’t know why you never saw him as a father figure, but rather, you called him a friend. A really good friend. A friend you’d fallen stupidly in love with over the course of six months.

Toji snapped his fingers in front of your face. You blinked out of the whirlpool of your thoughts. “Where’d you go?”

“To you.”

He lifted a brow. “To me?”

Now or never, Y/N. Now or fucking never.

You knelt down and moved closer, settling yourself onto his lap. His eyes widened momentarily at your boldness. “Toji, I like you. Hell, I love you. I love every version of the man you’ve been in my life. I know—I know you love me, too. Probably not in the way I want you to, but a girl can hope.” Your words were directed at the dog tag hanging from his neck as you gently placed your hands on his chest. “I did come here to scold you for not attending my graduation, but I also wanted to . . . I wanted to be with you. In more ways than one.”

“You don’t know what you’re talk—”

“I do,” you stated firmly. Your lashes lifted and found his narrowed scrutiny. Unconsciously, his hands rested on your waist, molding to your curves. “I’ve known for a while now. It didn’t click in until you moved out. I swear Toji, it was like I couldn’t breathe without you.”

“Baby . . . ”

“I want you,” you confessed in a hushed tone, your fingers tracing the lines of his broad shoulders, then up to the sturdy column of his neck where his pulsing veins hinted at his emotions. “I know I seem desperate, but I don’t care. You’re not hers anymore. You were never hers.”

“Y/N—”

“Please, Toji. Please, just touch me.” You tilted your head to plant a tender kiss on the sharp angle of his jawline. His faint stubble grazed against your lips as you continued to pepper kisses, stopping just short of his mouth. “Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, they say.”

Toji tightly shut his eyes and took slow breaths through his nose, his inner turmoil evident in the way his head moved back and forth. Your lips traced gentle paths around his face, savoring the closeness and the rush of emotions it brought. Even if he rejected you, you would find solace in knowing you had expressed your love for the man who was once your stepfather. This night might mark the end of your time together, but it also freed you from the burden of hiding your feelings..

“Baby,” Toji whispered, gently caressing your cheek as he drew you closer. “You sure you want this?”

“Yes.”

“You know how risky this is, kid. We can’t just ignore the consequences.”

“I know, Toji.” You leaned closer, your breath mingling with his. “But I can’t ignore how I feel about you either. I want this. I want you. I want all of you. You can do whatever you want to me. I promise I can take it.”

Toji licked his lips and ran his fingers through his hair. “Fuck. Okay. Your mom—”

“She won’t know. I’m planning on moving out soon.” You dragged your hand up and down his soft, bare chest. “I should’ve moved out with you.”

Toji took your hand in his and pressed a tender kiss to the center of your palm. “I don’t think I have any condoms on me.”

“I’m on the pill.”

His eyes narrowed on you. “You’ve been fucking around? Does your mom know?”

“Hey, I had to have a little fun. Gain a little experience for this inevitable night.” Your infectious smile rubbed off on him and he enveloped you in his arms.

“I fuck hard.”

“Good.”

“Last chance.”

“Nope.”

Toji rose on his feet, supporting your bottom with his hands as he took you to his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed, the soft mattress absorbing the weight with a slight bounce. “Fucking knew you had a little crush on me.” He clambered onto your body and held your jaw with his hand. “Tell me, sweetheart, did you touch yourself thinking of me?”

“Every single night. Whether it’s in the shower or my bedroom,” you replied, feigning a pout and raising your hand. “I’m starting to think I’ve developed carpal tunnel from all of it.”

Toji laughed, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face with his calloused fingers. But as his laughter faded into a knowing smirk, his next words sent a jolt through you, leaving your legs weak and your heart racing. “Yeah. Me, too.”

“Really?”

He answered by colliding his lips against yours. It was a brutal kiss. Pain and pleasure mingled together in a heated embrace. His tongue shoved deep into your mouth, exploring the source of your daring words.

Pulling away momentarily, he squeezed your cheeks and sucked on your tongue like it was a delicious treat. “Gonna spit in your mouth.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Toji’s cheeks sucked in as he gathered his spit and spat it right onto your tongue. “Swallow.”

You did, moaning as his warm saliva traveled down your throat. “You taste minty.”

“I was just about to crash before your demanding ass showed up,” he teased.

“Well, you should thank me then.” You planted a quick kiss on his nose.

Toji leaned in and kissed you deeply, tugging on your bottom lip and trailing his moist lips down to your neck. “You smell so good, baby.”

“I’m wearing the perfume you bought me.”

“You better fucking be. Do you know how much I get off on spoiling you?” His teeth bit your delicate flesh and pulled, making you whimper from the stinging pain. He sucked and bit on different areas of your neck, marking you with his love bites. He then helped you out of the dress and pressed you back on the mattress. “Knew you weren’t wearing a bra.”

“No,” you said sarcastically.

“Yeah,” he said, missing the teasing in your voice, “your nipples were in my face when we were talking.” He rounded his tongue around your areola. Gathering your breasts in both hands, Toji switched between suckling at your nipples, biting the sensitive bud that sent jerks in your body, and licking the burning pain. “I saw you undressing once. You know that?”

You lifted a brow. “Uh, when?” And why didn't he do anything about it?

“You left your bedroom a bit open. I came to call you for dinner and instead feasted on the sight of your perky ass and these sexy tits.” He left your nipples numb and discolored from his teeth’s abuse. “You think you’re the only one who got off in that house? No, baby. Not at all. I was in the room right next to you, jerking off to your voice, or your smell.” This time, he kissed you gently and then each of your shoulders. “I had it worse. I had it so much worse.”

“Toji . . . ”

“But you’re here now, and so am I. I’m not fucking leaving. You got that? You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

“Yours,” you whispered. “God, Toji, I’m yours. I’m yours.”

Toji removed his sweatpants and boxers, giving you a glorious display of his long, thick cock, corded with veins, sprouted up and proud. You had him like that, and so you gave yourself a mental pat on the back. “Like what you see?”

“Yes,” you said, chuckling in disbelief at the anatomy of him. A surge of confidence washed over you. You slipped off your panties and spread out your legs, shaking your hair back from your face. “Like what you see?”

Toji gleamed at the wetness pooled between your legs, soaking his sheets underneath, sticky and hot. Something feral rattled inside him. He gripped your knees and pried them farther apart, sinking in between.

“Oh, fuck, fuck! Toji—ah!” Your back arched in ecstasy, fingers gripping his scalp as he ruthlessly ate you out. His large palm held your hips in place, nibbling and sucking at your quivering, swollen clit. “Toji, yes, yes, fuck. Right there. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You grinded against him with full power, pushing your pussy closer to his mouth. He drank your leaking juices, drove his skilled tongue into your tight entrance, and discovered the sweet, cry-worthy spots inside you.

Soon, he replaced his tongue with three fingers, plunging them deep inside you with a rough and unrelenting pace that sent shivers down your spine. His deep growls were the icing on top.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as the bed creaked beneath you. He was exorcising your damn soul out of your body with his holy tongue and his blessed fingers.

“Ah!” You came down like a fucking waterfall and Toji stood with an open mouth, drinking in your essence, lapping at your cunt like a starved dog, cleaning you as best as he could.

You gasped for air, clutching your chest as you coughed or laughed or wheezed—hard to tell which. You felt weightless, incredibly sore, teetering on the edge of passing out.

“Toji . . . am I dead?”

His laughter echoed nearby, then drew nearer until his face came into focus through your haze. “Your pussy tastes just as delicious as your mouth, baby.”

He kissed you and gave you a hint of your release. Toji was a moaner—a loud one—as he sucked on your tongue, pulling it into his mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he spit onto your tongue again, and ran his own coarse one over your palette.

You closed your mouth and pushed him back by his shoulders. “Let me touch you.”

“Yeah? You want to suck me off, too?”

“Yes, fuck. Please, Toji. Please let me suck your cock.” Your begging made him grunt as he got up on his knees. He moved closer, placing them firmly beside your hips. You sat up against the headboard, gripping his warm, aroused cock, while he entwined your hair around his hand, gaining control over your movements.

You looked up at his smirk and kissed his moist tip, savoring the salty taste. Goosebumps formed on your skin at the idea of taking him deeper into your mouth. It would definitely challenge your gag reflex, but if this was going to be a regular thing, you needed to practice.

“Part your lips for me, kid. Nice and wide. That’s it.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You winked at Toji’s alarmed expression. Oh, how you loved catching him off-guard by acting out of character. “You got a daddy kink, Toji?” You brushed your lips from the base to the head, swirling your tongue around the rim. “Since you love calling me kid, maybe I should start calling you daddy. Isn’t that what you were?”

“You got a dirty mouth on you, kid.”

“Learned it from my daddy.”

Toji hissed through his teeth as you nibbled his tip. “Not dirty enough.” He gripped his length and forced it past your lips. Your nails plunged into his hips, gagging and shaking as he sunk past your uvula. “About time I fucked your smartass mouth with my cock, baby. Be a good girl and don’t tap out until I’ve come down your throat.”

You closed your eyes briefly, gathering your resolve before meeting his gaze again with a playful glint. You weren’t entirely sure where this was going, but you were determined not to back down now. So, with a mischievous wink, you silently accepted the challenge.

Toji thrusted his hips back and forth, shoving his girth in and out without giving you space to breathe.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Fuck, you’re so good at sucking your daddy’s cock,” he groaned, his hands gently gripping your hair or caressing your cheek in a way that contrasted sharply with his dominant actions.

“My pretty whore.”

Thrust.

“My gorgeous girl.”

Thrust.

“You belong to me, baby.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

He was a complete monster with you.

Your face pressed against his pelvis, the brush of his happy trail tickling your nose. You knew from experience that most men came quicker if you fondled their balls. You squeezed his heavy, swollen sacs, making him hiss and violate your throat.

Toji couldn’t hold back. His release came with a roar, numbing your scalp from how tightly he was pulling on it. The thin ropes of his release and your saliva formed as he pulled out. You swallowed whatever was left around your mouth. To please him further, as if assaulting your throat wasn’t enough, you lapped at his tip like a devoted kitten. “You’re so good to me, baby.”

That’s all you wanted to hear.

“Turn around,” he commanded, and without hesitation, you dropped to your knees, arching your back to present yourself to him. “What a sight.” His hand glided over your left ass cheek tenderly before delivering a firm smack that made you jolt forward. Toji mirrored the action on your right cheek, preparing you while coating the tip of his cock with slickness from your own arousal. “Gonna put it in now, sweetheart.”

“Finally, Jesus.”

Toji spanked your ass which only elicited a giggle out of you. “Let’s see if you’ll be laughing soon, baby.”

He pushed into you in one-quick go.

You cried out and grabbed the top of the headboard with your sweaty palms. He pulled out just to the hilt then drove back in. The air smelled like your sweat and perfume and sex. Every nerve in your body was alive, your heart pounding fiercely as if trying to escape your chest. Your face flushed with heat, your blood singing with desire.

You moaned and cried and screamed his name, driving him to complete madness with the word “Daddy.” You begged him to go faster, push harder, to have you sore for weeks so you didn’t have to get out of his bed, out of his arms, out of his home. You wanted this to be your home.

Toji spanked your ass repeatedly, skin slapping against skin, palming the back of your head so that your face was crushed on his pillow. It smelled like firewood. Smelled like him. You wanted to steal it, take it home, sleep with it, ride it while whispering his name.

You both came together.

Toji’s hot seed filled your stretched hole. He withdrew slowly, a teasing sensation that left you craving more. With deft fingers, he ensured not a drop was wasted.

You collapsed onto your stomach, catching your breath before summoning the strength to turn and face him.

He exhaled heavily, laying beside you “Fuck, that was . . .”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Best yeah.” You draped yourself onto his chest and kissed his chin. He massaged his fingers through your throbbing scalp, the other hand caressing your numb, bruised ass.

Toji twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “Does this make-up for missing your graduation?”

You flicked his forehead. “I haven’t forgiven you for that.”

“Maybe I should miss more of your events if this is the reward I’m gonna get.”

You scowled. “I dare you to repeat that again.”

Toji ironed out your scowl with his thumb. You kissed the pad of his rough finger, twice. “My cards are on the table for you, sweetheart.”

Your lips met his, whispering, “I folded a while ago, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out. With a swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Round two, kid.”