Taking the back road

Spilling all my thoughts, digital footprint be damned

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Welcome to my page! I post a little bit of everything. I have too many likes and interests to focus on one thing.

I'm open to requests and asks. If you have any questions on what I will or won't write, do not hesitate to ask (I'm still experimenting with my writing style)

Masterlist is below the break. Hope you enjoy my work😁

Masterlist

Invincible

Mark Grayson

Mark? P2

Love And Deepspace

Sylus

Training Wheels

Clawing My Way to You

Caleb

That's Not Me

Xavier

Smile

Rafayel

My Inspiration

JJK

Nanami Kento

My Husband~

Malaysia

Retired Nanami(mdni)

Happy Birthday

Marriage Bliss

Date Night

Break in Routine(mdni)

Kento and Toji

Sugar Daddy Ken(mdni)

Who's the Boss?

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice

Toji Fushiguro

New Target

Gojo Satoru

Dirty Laundry

Rise and Shine

Why he loves you

First time with Gojo(mdni)

Gojo’s Pet(1)

Gojo’s Pet(2)

Geto Suguru

Unbelievable

With Purest Love

First Letter

Second Letter

What happened to us?

Choso Kamo

What a Magnificent Sight

Updated 6/02/25

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You and Suguru used to be so close. On one of his first missions, he was sent to your village to get rid of a curse. It was a solo mission, so after defeating the curse, he decided to stay and take a well-earned vacation from Satoru. During his vacation, he met you. What you lack in cursed energy you made up for with your unfathomable optimism.

Classic example of you fell first, but he fell harder. Anytime either of you were free, it was spent texting the other. It took some time to get to the flow of you're texting(you mostly communicate through absurd emojis), but each text had Suguru hiding his smiles. Then, out of the blue, the texting stopped. You started to spiral after that. Thinking that you were a bad friend who obviously committed the world's worst taboo to lose someone as great as Suguru. What made it even worse was the part that you were planning on confessing your feelings to him. You had thought he felt the same way.

Your parents grew worried. You didn't even bother to eat the food they left outside your door. Not knowing how to solve the situation themselves, they went to others for help. They heard of a religion that offered others a new chance at life, one filled with nothing but smiles. Your parents had taken you to one of the services. You definitely felt like you were given a second chance when you saw Suguru Geto look over his congregation and spot you. His perfect crafted smile faltered for a split second.

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Short blurb: Caleb x Mc!Reader

Thinking about Caleb hard at work. A terrible headache starts to come while he goes through report after report. But who were you if not the perfect parnter?

You stand infront of Caleb with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Oh Caleb~" Your sweet voice pulls him from his work. Once you have his attention you quickly lift you shirt. You let his gaze linger, admiring how his mouth hangs open slightly. He probably wasn't even breathing. Just as quickly, you pull your shirt down and race off in a flurry of giggles.

You're barely two feet away when you stop dead in your tracks. Your lifted off the ground and pulled back to Caleb.

"Where you going, pips?" He keeps you lifted with one hand, while his other lifts your shirt once more "I need this." You swear you hear his voice crack with desperation.

He maneuvers your body to float over the table. His eyes never leave your breasts as he makes you sit on his lap. Your hands instantly wrap around his neck, and his face buries itself in your chest.

And there the two of you stay until his work is long forgotten.

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What a Magnificent Sight

Pair: Choso Kamo x reader

Wc: 2k

Includes: Fluff, established relationship, pining, no hurt all comfort, not proofread

"Sorry," Choso apologizes. His gaze is focused on his hands, which rest in his lap, instead of on the movie the two of you were watching.

You pause the movie and turn your attention to Choso. "Do you not like the movie? We can choose another one."

He shakes his head. "No, I like it." His voice is quiet. He still doesn't look at you as he talks.

You furrow your brows. You and Choso had been dating for almost two months now. Most of his mannerisms were well known by this point, but it always felt like he was hiding something. You stare at him for a moment longer, hoping to catch his gaze, but it doesn't come.

"Okay," You say slowly before pressing 'play' on the remote. The scenes on the screen aren't as captivating as they were before. You were much more intrigued by Choso's odd behavior. You lean back on the couch, trying to come up with a way to figure out what was bothering him. You spot a blanket in between you two, and an idea comes to mind. You reach for it, and as you do so, you shift your eyes up from the blanket and to your boyfriend. Choso's breath hitches as his eyes meet yours. He yanks the blanket from you and throws it over his head.

"Sorry!" He says loudly. You look at the apologetic blob on your couch. You scoot closer to gim, your hand reaching up to pull the blanket down.

"Please don't," Choso begs. You retract your hand.

"Cho," You say softly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry," He repeats. "I know I should have been watching the movie, but I just couldn't help myself."

"I don't understand," You say. "You haven't done anything wrong."

The apologetic blob shakes his head. "Yes, I did. I...I kept looking at you, and my brother says that's rude. But I can't help it! You're just so breathtaking. And...and sometimes I catch myself staring for too long and...it's like I can't look away. I try to, even though I don't want to. I'm sorry." With his rambling finally done, you do your best to stifle a laugh. He just wants to respect you and not weird you out. It's actually very sweet.

"Choso, I don't mind if you stare at me once in a while," You say, closing the distance between you two, while still acknowledging his desire to keep the blanket over his head.

"You don't?" He asks.

You smile. "No, not at all. In fact, sometimes I even look at you for long periods of time. You're very handsome." Choso's face flushes under the blanket.

"Then...then could we stare at each other?" He asks. "Just for a moment! It doesn't have to be long." He quickly adds.

"Can I pull down the blanket?" You ask. The apologetic blob nods. You move the blanket away from his head. The sound of your and Choso's heartbeat fill the room as you look at each other. Choso's eyes roam your face, committing every feature to memory. His hand moves up to touch the side of your face, his thumb, brushing your cheek.

"Wow," He whispers, as if in a trance. "You're so beautiful."

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A Shoulder to Cry On

Paring: Nanami Kento x reader

Wc: 1.1k

Includes: angst, hurt/comfort, spoilers for the Shibuya Arc

Two months had passed since the massacre at Shibuya. You were obviously shaken up by the incident, but you found solice in your boyfriend Nanami Kento. Late nights were filled with texts of him reassuring you that he was okay and that he has once and for all quit being a sorcerer.

At first the texts were comforting, but you missed him. He never went out of his way to check on you. Like really check on you. He used to go to your house with flowers and cook for you after a bad day, but now when you really need him. Nothing. He hadn't even called.

You debated over and over to go to his house. Make the first move, show him how you could be the shoulder to cry on. But Kento wasn't one for surprise visits, and anytime you offered to come by, he would turn you down. He made the excuse repeatedly that he had work to catch up on, but when you called his office, they said he was using his vacation days.

A heavy feeling gathered in your chest and made it hard to think. You tried calling Satoru, maybe he had been in touch with Kento. Nothing. You called Yuuji. All you got was a rushed response with no clear answer. Who else did you know? Shoko maybe?

"Hello?" Her voice seemed distant. "Is everything alright?" It was a reasonable ask for the first thing to say. You and Shoko were never close. As much as it hurts to admit, you only ever called when you needed something.

"No, actually," You laugh dryly. "It's about Kento. I...He's...is there anything you can tell me?" On the other side of the phone, Shoko sighs.

She takes a drag of her cigarette before answering. "The mission was hard for everyone. He's no exception." You're silence encouraged her to continue talking.

"What can I say? He got injured. It comes with the job. At least he survived, yeah? Best outcome anyone could hope for"

"Yeah, okay," You try to smile. At least you had some kind of answer. "Thanks." You hang up. You chew on your thumbnail before going to text Kento. You asked if you could come over, and of course, he made up an excuse about needing to finish a report. Now you were angry. You wanted to be a good partner, give him space, but at the same time, you felt the strong compulsion to be by his side. You could obviously tell that he needed comfort, something that could only be properly given in person.

The next morning you are determined to see Kento. You drive to his house. You notice his car in the driveway and frown. Sure he could be working from home, but that has never been a reason for you to not come over before. You take a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. Silence. You ring again. And a third and a forth. Before you can ring a fifth time you hear cursing and the sound of footsteps approaching the door. The door swings open. For the first time in months, Kento stand before you. Though, you can barely see his face, or any of him for that matter. Despite the warm weather, he has on a grey hoodie pulled over his head, black gloves and long sweatpants.

"(Y/N)?" His voice is raspy, as if on the verge of going away.

You smile "Hi." You attempt to step inside, but he blocks you with his arm.

He furrows his brows "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you," You say confused. Did that really need an explanation?

"I told you I was fine"

"Obviously, you're not," You voice comes out rougher than you intended. "I just...Can I come inside?" Kentk stares. He stays silent for a while longer before wordlessly moving out of the way. You offer a small 'thanks' before stepping inside. The interior was nice, of anything it was cleaner than the last time you were here. Has he been stress cleaning? Kento keeps his distance. He seems on edge, like he can't wait for you to get bored and leave.

You clear your throat. "I was talking to Shoko the other day." You weren't really saying this to him but rather thinking out loud. "You got hurt. You didn't tell me you got hurt." Kento rubs his arm almost instinctively. You notice.

"I always get hurt," Kento replied.

"Yes, but you always tell me." You retort. "I know I'm not a sorcerer but you never keep me out of the loop. What changed? Do you...not want to be with me anymore?"

"What?" Kento finally raised his head to look at you.

You clench you jaw. "Has it been too hard to be with me?" Your voice cracks and you feel like crying. "I thought I was understanding of your other duties. I never fussed over missions or berated you with a million questions about being a sorcerer. So why? Why push me away now?" Kento was quick to walk up to you and wipe your tears with his gloved hand.

"That's not it at all," His voice is quiet, gentle.

"Look Kento, or maybe I should call you Nanami," You move his hand away from your face and head to the door. "I'm just happy I could see you one last time." You turn to offer him a half smile, but instead you face falls in shock. Your hands come up to cover your mouth as you gasp. Kento pulled down his hood. Half of his face was burned and covered in scars. He had an eyepatch over his left eye.

He looks down. "Shoko did what she could, but, well..." He slowly drifts off. "I've always tried to make my job as a sorcerer, better than it was. I thought that if you saw me like this, I'd scare you off. And as selfish as it was, I couldn't be without you." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and stop himself from crying.

You don't say anything. Kento's heart pounds in his chest and rings in his ear. His gaze focused on the floor. Did you leave? You probably did. He didn't-couldn't- blame you. This is was literally the ugly side of being a sorcerer. This is why Kento didn't want a love life. This is why-

You arms come up to wrap Kento in a tight embrace. Your hand moves to let Kento's head rest on your shoulder. His arms wrap around your waist and for the first time since Shibuya. The first time since seeing Gojo taken away. The first time since finding out Haibara died, he cried. He cried until his voice was hoarse, but this time he had someone there for him. This time he had a shoulder to cry on.

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"Hey, Satoru, love" You call walking into the living room.

"Yes, my snookie pookie, love of my life." In a matter of seconds, he is already hugging you from behind.

You laugh at his antics. "So, I was doing the laundry..."

"Baby, I don't know who she is!" Satoru cries into your ear. "If anything, they're probably mine!"

You blink, processing his declaration. You move from the hug and just stare at him for a few seconds.

You open your mouth to speak, then close it. Then open it again. "Ok, no...I don't even know where to start. Just going to store that away for later. I was going to say, I was doing the laundry and noticed you're missing a lot of socks"

Now it's Satoru's turn to be confused "No I'm not"

"Yes you are, you have like one one pair of every sock." To prove your point, you drag Satoru into your shared room. On the bed were socks of every color and pattern, but no two were the same.

"Oh!" Satoru laughs."Nothing is missing. It's supposed to be like this"

"Explain"

"I like my socks to be as unique and fun as me," He says proudly, without a hint of shame. "So whenever I buy new socks, I always throw out one pair. Then mix and match the remaining ones." You hold your hand to your mouth and stare at him, trying to understand his logic.

"But why not give me the other pair?" You ask.

Satoru's eyes widen and he slaps he forehead. "You're so right! Then WE could be each other's missing pair!"

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"Hey, Satoru, love" You call walking into the living room.

"Yes, my snookie pookie, love of my life." In a matter of seconds, he is already hugging you from behind.

You laugh at his antics. "So, I was doing the laundry..."

"Baby, I don't know who she is!" Satoru cries into your ear. "If anything, they're probably mine!"

You blink, processing his declaration. You move from the hug and just stare at him for a few seconds.

You open your mouth to speak, then close it. Then open it again. "Ok, no...I don't even know where to start. Just going to store that away for later. I was going to say, I was doing the laundry and noticed you're missing a lot of socks"

Now it's Satoru's turn to be confused "No I'm not"

"Yes you are, you have like one one pair of every sock." To prove your point, you drag Satoru into your shared room. On the bed were socks of every color and pattern, but no two were the same.

"Oh!" Satoru laughs."Nothing is missing. It's supposed to be like this"

"Explain"

"I like my socks to be as unique and fun as me," He says proudly, without a hint of shame. "So whenever I buy new socks, I always throw out one pair. Then mix and match the remaining ones." You hold your hand to your mouth and stare at him, trying to understand his logic.

"But why not give me the other pair?" You ask.

Satoru's eyes widen and he slaps he forehead. "You're so right! Then WE could be each other's missing pair!"

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Sweat (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

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Short blurb: Caleb x Mc!Reader

Thinking about Caleb hard at work. A terrible headache starts to come while he goes through report after report. But who were you if not the perfect parnter?

You stand infront of Caleb with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Oh Caleb~" Your sweet voice pulls him from his work. Once you have his attention you quickly lift you shirt. You let his gaze linger, admiring how his mouth hangs open slightly. He probably wasn't even breathing. Just as quickly, you pull your shirt down and race off in a flurry of giggles.

You're barely two feet away when you stop dead in your tracks. Your lifted off the ground and pulled back to Caleb.

"Where you going, pips?" He keeps you lifted with one hand, while his other lifts your shirt once more "I need this." You swear you hear his voice crack with desperation.

He maneuvers your body to float over the table. His eyes never leave your breasts as he makes you sit on his lap. Your hands instantly wrap around his neck, and his face buries itself in your chest.

And there the two of you stay until his work is long forgotten.

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My Inspiration

Pairing: Rafayel x MC

WC:1k

Includes: Hurt/comfort, fluff, not proofread

Knock knock!

Rafayel sits up and removes the blank paper from his face. Making his way to the front door he continuously groans until he is almost out of breath. If he were to pass out from exhaustion then perhaps Thomas would stop bothering him about his latest piece of work. His groans become louder as the knocking on the door continues. With a sharp glare he flings the door open.

“It’ll be ready when it’s ready,” He says sharply.

“Good morning to you too,” You say with a scrunched face. All at once his posture straightens and his face becomes brighter.

“My favorite bodyguard!” He pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Your only bodyguard,” You mumble, rolling your eyes. You manage to break free from the hug, sneak under Rafayel’s arms and walk into his house.

“Well, what brings you here so early in the morning?” Rafayel asks, walking in after you.

“You wouldn’t like the answer.” Your eyes scan over the crumpled papers and blank canvases. You’re careful not to step on the semi-dried paint on the floor.

“Thomas…” Rafayel sneers. His gaze becomes harder as he watches you walk around his studio. Yes, it was disorganized, it always was. But usually it was more of a controlled mess. This was a complete mess. Your eyes move away from the floor and back to Rafayel. His arms were crossed and he avoided your gaze. You had never seen him this…distraught before. After the mention of Thomas, it was like he put up a wall. You never did fully understand the relationship between the two. Thomas wasn’t a bad person, he and Rafayel got along pretty well. Thomas even helps Rafayel at his exhibitions when the talented artist rather not engage with the numerous guests surrounding him. So why now, did the name fill him with such dread?

“Look,” You take a step closer to him. “I’m not here to nag you. You know that right?” Rafayel nods. “I’m here to aid you, in any way I can. I am your bodyguard afterall.” Rafayel’s smile returns and he quickly joins your side, trapping you once again in another hug.

“Aww! This is why you’re my favorite bodyguard!” He says joyfully. You can’t help but smile at his spirited behavior.

“Yes, yes, I know,” You say, returning the hug. “Now, if it’s not overstepping, could you tell me why you’re in such a grumpy mood?” You feel Rafayel’s body slump against yours, as if a heavy weight had been placed on him. 

“Okay,” He says, breaking from the hug and leading the both of you to his couch. “I have an exhibition coming up, it’s been in the works for a while now. I don’t even know why I agreed to it at the time, but I did. And well…I don’t have a theme or anything to present. I mean I could present anything and people would call it a masterpiece, but that’s not what I want. And it’s frustrating, because...because I know I can do better, be better, but…” Your heart pounds with anguish at his words. You never knew Rafayel to be so vulnerable. Rafayel’s turns to look at you and puts on a smile

“Sorry, that, uh, that was a lot,” He clears his throat. He stands up from the couch. “Have you eaten? Probably not, you just got here and it’s still early in the day. Let me make you something.” Before he can step away you reach out and grab his wrist.

“Rafayel…” That’s all it takes. The soft way you say his name causes him to sink to his knees, clutch your hand in his and begin crying. You let him express himself in the only way he can, until minutes later the tears slowly stop and his body is no longer shaking. 

“Thanks, I…I really needed that,” Rafayel’s voice is barely above a whisper. He wipes his eyes but can’t find the energy to move from the spot he was currently in. 

“Aiding you in any way I can, remember?” You smile. You tilt his chin up, so his eyes can look into yours. “Now tell me, how can I aid you?” 

“Could you paint for me?” He asks sheepishly. You quirk an eyebrow. Your gaze says more than words ever could.

“No, really, it would help. Painting for fun rather than obligation. Please?”

“Lead me to the supplies,” You reluctantly agree to his request.

“It’s all around you. Feel free to use whatever you want.” You remove your hands from him and join him on the ground. You’re first drawn to the still drying blue paint to your left. You scoop it up with two fingers and with a mischievous smile spread it across Rafayel’s forehead. Before he can process what just happened, you dip your fingers into some violet paint, spread it over your hands and place it on either side of his cheeks. 

“You’re lucky this paint isn’t toxic,” Rafayel’s laughs.

“Don’t move,” You look around for any more leftover pain on the floor. “I’m not done yet.” Rafayel does as he’s told and keeps his body still. You find a piece of paper with orange pain. You rip it and place the strips of paper on Rafayel’s face.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Having fun,” You giggle. You carefully run a stripe of pink paint down his nose. “There, all done. What do you think?” You turn on your phone and face the camera towards him. Rafayel moves his head side to side and up and down. He lets out a meaningful hum.

“Not bad for an amateur. I like it,” He answers with genuine honesty. “In fact…” He trails off and gets to his feet. Rafayel walks out of the room and comes by seconds later with his phone. 

“Thomas is coming by with our breakfast in about fifteen minutes,” He informs you. “In the meantime, let’s turn this” -he motions to his face- “Into something the whole world can see.”

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Higunana my bbs 😩💖

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My soul has been cleansed. They're so husband🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵

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Training Wheels

Pair: Sylus x reader

Wc:2k

Includes: Swearing, second-hand embarrassment

You burst into Sylus' apartment.

"What is the meaning of this text?" You scream, shoving your phone in Luke and Keiran's face. They laugh as they read over the text message you sent them.

"You should see for yourself," Keiran begins.

"Mephisto recorded the whole thing," Luke finishes. You raise an eyebrow at their words. They twins lead you to a laptop. You eye them suspiciously, but they avert your attention back to the screen. Luke presses play.

The screen shows Sylus in an abandoned lot. He's wearing his helmet and biking gloves. Waiting for him in the middle of the lot isn't his motorcycle, but an all terrain ATV. You can't fight back the smile on your face as you see Sylus use his evol to make the lot look more-

"Badass," Keiran says he watches the scene with you. Sylus gets on the ATV. You can't catch what he says, but he talks to himself before smirking and revving the engine. You almost slam the laptop shut as you watch Sylus lose his footing, ride in circles, and then speed into a metal fence. You slap your hand over your mouth. You hear a thud. The twins are on the floor laughing.

"Is this real?" You ask. The twins are too busy laughing to answer.

"And if it is?" Their laughter is caught short, and your smile fades when you see Sylus walk into the room. You take notice of how his clothes are different from the ones in the video. You bite your lip to stifle a laugh.

"I was asking because," You pause, trying to control your laughter and think of an excuse. "Because then, I would check if you're hurt." Sylus crosses arm and raises an eyebrow at your response.

"Mhm, is that right?" He asks, stepping closer to you. You look up at his towering form. Instead of feeling intimidating, you reach a hand up and wipe you thumb across his cheek.

"Looks like you cut yourself," you say, trying your best to stop the laughter that is bubbling up. "Do you want me to call Dr.Zayne so he can treat your booboo!" You lean back into the chair and laugh hysterically. Luke and Keiran join in when they see Sylus' shocked face.

Sylus runs his tongue over his teeth and gives a forced smile. "Ha ha, that's very funny. But who was it that had to take a week off of work because her arm got stuck in the claw machine?" His finger taps chin. Your eyes widen, and your face heats up.

"It was a limited addition stuffie!" You yell.

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Clawing My Way to You

Pair: Sylus x non-mc reader

Includes: Fluff, pining, not proofread, mc's name is Melody

Wc:2k~

Melody and Sylus have made it a tradition to go to the claw machine store every time they finish a mission. Melody dragged him there to commemorate their first time working together, and he played along since. Sylus isn't against this strange tradition she made. In fact, he finds it quite delightful. Not because for some odd reason, he was insanely good at the claw machine, but because he always got to see you.

You were wearing your pastel uniform and a perfect smile. You greeted every customer with the same enthusiasm, child, and adult. The first time you greeted him, he felt himself hesitating. He ponders that first encounter. He still doesn't know why he felt his heart tighten, his breath become shallow, and why he couldn't hear Melody call out to him until she said his name for the fourth time. Was it because the smile on your face rivaled all the jewels he bought? Or perhaps it was because your uniform made you look like a plushie he wanted to take home.

By their third time in the store, Sylus would purposely lose so that he can spend more money on tokens. In his mind, all the money he spends goes straight to your paycheck. Maybe one day you'll notice the devastatingly handsome man draped in black and red with a heart-melting smile only walk up to you to buy tokens.

Now it is his seventh time in the store and he rolls his eyes when Melody accuses him of losing on purpose.

"You're right," he says calmly looking to her. "To make up for it, why don't I buy you some more tokens?"

"Thank you," she says. "That's the least you could do." Sylus moves away from the machine and walks to you. He focuses too hard on making sure his walk is perfect and almost trips over his own feet. Luckily, you and Melody-because she would never let him live it down - didn't notice. He clears his throat when he reaches the counter.

"Excuse me," He leans on the counter with one hand. His other fishes for his wallet. He tries his best to be nonchalant in pulling out his luxurious and overly expensive wallet.

"Yes?" You say, turning your attention to him. Sylus' mind goes blank. Everything he was preparing to say is now lost on him. Your sweet voice makes his heart flutter, and his body feel lighter.

"Oh, it's you," You remembered him? Sylus can't help the smug smirk that makes its way to his face. Was his plan actually working? Could you tell that your paycheck was worth more because of him? "Do you and your girlfriend need more tokens?" His heart shatters. His smirk instantly falls from his face. His eyebrows furrow.

"No, yes," Stumbling over his words, Sylus laughs dryly to save himself. He puts on his practiced perfect smile. "Yes, I would like more tokens. And no, not for my girlfriend, for my coworker and I." Maybe it's because Sylus is enamored by you and all you do, but he swore he saw your smile grow bigger.

"Oh," you duck below the counter. You come back up with a handful of tokens. You slide them across the table, but pull back one for yourself. You look to Sylus, bringing the token up to your face and kissing it.

"For good luck," you hand him the token. Slyus takes the token from you and holds it to his heart.

"I'll win you the best plushie this store has to offer." True to his word, with every single one of his tokens, he was able to win you the best plushie and more.

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Minor The Pitt spoilers

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Can someone explain to me why Whittaker in episode 14 of Season 2 totally went off at Langdon? Langdon makes on comment about Whittaker and "Babe" and now he's getting yelled at. But when Santos repeatedly calls him Huckleberry even though he has told not to he doesn't say a thing???? Langdon, unlike Santos, wasn't even being rude with his comment/comparison. Whittaker gets mad saying that Langdon is picking his part for him, but Santos literally did that day one by calling him Huckleberry

Edit: After watching the finale, Whitaker seemed very sympathetic with Langdon's situation. And Santos said that only three people knew about what she did(reporting Langdon), Whitaker was not one of those three people

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thinking about… alpha caleb x beta reader… and everyone can’t figure out why caleb, the most desired alpha keeps hanging around this nobody with no scent but they dont know that alpha! Caleb is obsessed with his little beta.

he doesn’t care that everyone thinks he should get with a pretty and cute omega with a nice scent. doesn’t care that they think he’s too good for you because they don’t know you like he does. in caleb’s mind, he’s chosen already. fuck biology and what everyone else thinks.

and he always stands just a little too close to you like he’s trying to scent you even though he knows he can’t, presses himself a little closer like the pheromones will linger. and even though he knows that no one will likely pursue you anyways because all anyone wants is an omega or alpha, that doesn’t stop him from subtly claiming you in any way he can.

you’re his, even if you don’t know it.

then rolls around his rut. that damn rut that makes everything smell too strong and potent and makes you look a little too perfect and he just can’t hold back.

so don’t blame him when he has you folded under him and taking his fat cock, pressing you so close that it drowns out your weak natural scent, and prints his on you instead. don’t blame him when he cums deep in thick, heavy ropes. teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your neck in a possessive bite that won’t last as he tries, god he tries, to stuff you full of his knot and breed his litter into a womb that just won’t take.

he curses biology. and instead, he focuses on making you feel good, makes you feel so achingly good as he is delirious. groans repeated mantras with his nose pressed into the crook of your neck—a mix of, “gonna breed you, baby. pump you so full of me.” and, “take it so good, gotta let ‘em know you’re mine.” he says it so confidently, with such certainty that you can almost believe it and the intense pleasure he gives you so willingly is prove of it too.

it doesn’t matter though, as along as you’re his. and he has the rest of his rut to show you just that. you’ll see, he’ll find a way.

[mercurysmicrowave]

Short blurb: Caleb x Mc!Reader

Thinking about Caleb hard at work. A terrible headache starts to come while he goes through report after report. But who were you if not the perfect parnter?

You stand infront of Caleb with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Oh Caleb~" Your sweet voice pulls him from his work. Once you have his attention you quickly lift you shirt. You let his gaze linger, admiring how his mouth hangs open slightly. He probably wasn't even breathing. Just as quickly, you pull your shirt down and race off in a flurry of giggles.

You're barely two feet away when you stop dead in your tracks. Your lifted off the ground and pulled back to Caleb.

"Where you going, pips?" He keeps you lifted with one hand, while his other lifts your shirt once more "I need this." You swear you hear his voice crack with desperation.

He maneuvers your body to float over the table. His eyes never leave your breasts as he makes you sit on his lap. Your hands instantly wrap around his neck, and his face buries itself in your chest.

And there the two of you stay until his work is long forgotten.

[mercurysmicrowave]

Short blurb: Caleb x Mc!Reader

Thinking about Caleb hard at work. A terrible headache starts to come while he goes through report after report. But who were you if not the perfect parnter?

You stand infront of Caleb with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Oh Caleb~" Your sweet voice pulls him from his work. Once you have his attention you quickly lift you shirt. You let his gaze linger, admiring how his mouth hangs open slightly. He probably wasn't even breathing. Just as quickly, you pull your shirt down and race off in a flurry of giggles.

You're barely two feet away when you stop dead in your tracks. Your lifted off the ground and pulled back to Caleb.

"Where you going, pips?" He keeps you lifted with one hand, while his other lifts your shirt once more "I need this." You swear you hear his voice crack with desperation.

He maneuvers your body to float over the table. His eyes never leave your breasts as he makes you sit on his lap. Your hands instantly wrap around his neck, and his face buries itself in your chest.

And there the two of you stay until his work is long forgotten.