#IDK how to plot or how to start an interaction

[dissociativewriter]

Unnatural Affinity- Part 4

Isekai!Reader x Love and Deepspace

wc: ~2.4k

cw: angst, flirty rafayel but he’s suspicious, em and reader argue but make up, reader wears a dress, existentialism, nero’s at the beginning and he’s really shy, implied stalking, existentialism part 2, envy, idk reader is having a crisis in every part i feel like you know the drill by now

Synopsis: You’re getting used to life in Linkon, used to the Hunter’s Association working alongside Nero, used to coming home with Em. You’re slightly panicked about your interactions with Zayne and Xavier, but as long as you don’t meet any other Love Interests, it should be fine, right? Just one problem: you and Em were invited to a certain artist’s newest exhibit, and he seems interested in something more than explaining his vision.

author’s note: I love writing Rafayel so much he’s so fun! I’m really looking forward to the next part with a certain crow. I’m trying to slowly escalate things, am I doing a good job? Eh, we’ll see. I’m trying not to pit Em and Reader against each other but I also have to create some sort of tension between them for it to make sense soooo oh well. I still don’t know how many parts this will be or how I’m gonna end it :( let me know if y’all have any ideas, ending or just random plot points! You can send an ask or leave a comment <3

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“Hey, Nero, what do you think of this dress?” You turned your phone around to show him a picture of you in a flattering navy dress. It showed more of your body than the clothes you frequently wore to the Association, which clearly caught Nero by surprise given the dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“Uh, it’s very…” he stuttered as his cheeks grew redder and redder. He finally glanced away from you and the picture. “You look very pretty,” he muttered.

You turned the phone back around, looking at the picture yourself. “Do you think it’s alright for a fancy art exhibit? I don’t want to look out of place,” you explained.

Nero shook his head softly. “You look perfect.” His eyes widened. “I mean, it’s perfect! I didn’t— I wasn’t— I’m not flirting with you!” He dropped his face into his hands. “I’m sorry.” His words were muffled.

You laughed, causing him to turn his head and peek at you through his hands. “It’s alright, Nero. And thank you.” You smiled, and he looked back away. You stood up, ruffling his hair as you walked away. “You’re so cute, Nero.” You heard him make a small squeak of surprise before you shut the door.

Quickly making your way through the Hunter’s Association, you dodged carts and hunters in different sections. Research, medic, combat, until finally you reached the rows of desks and cubicles belonging to the Hunters.

The layout of the Hunter’s Association was much harder to learn than your apartment. Which made sense, of course. An entire corporation is obviously more complex than a simple two bedroom apartment.

It was unnecessarily complicated, though, you thought. Research was so secluded from the rest of the employees, and the setup for Hunters was so messy. You understood that they weren’t at their desks often, instead off on missions, but it was still ridiculous.

Luckily, Em’s desk was easy to find; Just look for the smaller claw machine plushies she proudly displayed. Catching sight of Artsy Birb, you weaved through desks and Hunters alike before standing in front of Em. You drummed your fingers on her desk, waiting for her to finish typing before you spoke. When she stopped and looked at you, you took it as your cue.

“So, about this art exhibit tonight,” you began.

“Oh, yeah!” Em smiled. “I think it starts at around eight o’clock. Something about the night emphasizing the beauty of the art or whatever.” She waved her hand carelessly. “We can get dinner before hand! It’s been a while since we had a fancy night out,” she said excitedly.

You grinned. “Alright, but I don’t know if I can afford too fancy.”

“I know,” Em groaned. “Our humble hunters’ salary can barely get us our dresses for tonight.” She rolled her eyes.

“Do you think we need to leave early? How far away is this exhibit?” you asked.

Em shrugged noncommittally. “It shouldn’t take too long. I don’t think we’ll need to leave early.”

It was 6:00 by the time you left the Association.

It took the both of you around an hour to get ready despite rushing.

It was 7:20 by the time you left the apartment.

“I knew we should have left earlier,” you muttered.

Em scoffed. “Well, why didn’t you say anything?”

“You’re the one who knew where we had to go!” Your hands tightened against the steering wheel. “Why wouldn’t I trust your judgment?”

Em huffed, looking out the passenger window. “I guess it doesn’t matter now.”

You sighed, making another turn. Em looked at you hesitantly, A few minutes passed in silence.

“I’m sorry!”she blurted out.

You glanced at her out of the corner of your eye. “I am, too,” you agreed.

“No, you were right. I shouldn’t have gotten mad.”

“I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“You had every right to, though.” Her shoulders slumped. “Do you hate me now?” She looked to you with wide eyes.

“No,” you murmured. “Bonds can’t be so easily broken.”

The crash of waves could barely be heard over the loud chatter of the exhibition. Moonlight poured in from the windowed ceilings, casting an ethereal light on the paintings displayed.

When you’d first arrived, you hovered around Em. You let her take control of social situations like she always did, offering polite smiles and nods whenever you were briefly addressed. Although she didn’t know much about art, she certainly knew people. She gracefully navigated each interaction, and you felt like you were scrambling to catch up, trying to not be left behind.

You weren’t sure when exactly you’d gotten separated, but you managed to find a part of the exhibit that didn’t receive as much traffic. There were only a handful of people within sight, each in their own worlds. You weren’t approached, weren’t tugged along to be introduced to anyone knew, weren’t pressured to socialize. You felt your the pressure in your chest ease as you observed the swirl of colors on the canvas before you.

The canvas, despite being startling in size, was one of the smaller ones on display. You suspected that was why there weren’t as many people gathered around it as some of the other, larger paintings. It wasn’t as eye-catching, didn’t take up as much space as some of the others.

Something you understood more than you’d like to admit.

It was beautiful, though, blues and pinks mixing and mingling in perfect harmony. There were flashes of brighter colors here and there, like the deep red interspersed throughout. You knew nearly all of the paintings here depicted the sea, but there was something different about this one. You didn’t think it was the ocean, but something else.

Something familiar. Something mysterious.

“Do you like that one?” A voice came from behind you.

You turned, breath catching as you immediately caught sight of purple hair. You tilted your chin to meet his eyes, a similar swirl of blue and pink to the painting in front of you.

He was taller than you expected. You’d known Xavier and Zayne were tall, and they certainly acted like it, but there was something about him that didn’t seem to carry that height. Like he tried to make himself smaller, easier to fit.

Against your better judgment, you smiled, offering a slight nod.

Maybe it’s best not to say much this time.

He nodded approvingly. “So do I. Haven’t seen many people stop in front of it, though.” He stepped closer, his shoulder brushing against yours as you both faced the painting. He leaned closer to your ear. “I’m Rafayel, by the way.”

You swallowed thickly. “I know.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I mean—” You cursed yourself internally for not just introducing yourself. “It’s just that your friends with my roommate, so I know who you are,” you explained.

He nodded in understanding. “I know who you are, too.” When he caught sight of your widened eyes, he chuckled. “What kind of friend would I be to Em if I didn’t even know who her roommate was?”

It sounded like such a casual comment, not something to linger on, but you knew: He knew who you were because he’d been stalking Em. It was a plot point in Love and Deepspace, how had you forgotten that?

And just how much did he know?

“Are you looking for her?” you asked. “Because I won’t be much help. I lost her a while ago.”

Rafayel shook his head softly. “No, she’s somewhere over there.” He made a vague motion towards the main room of the exhibit. “I think she was talking to Thomas. For some reason.” You didn’t notice his watchful eyes on you as you laughed at his exaggerated expression. “No, I’m much more interested in you,” he murmured with a teasing smile.

Despite your internal screams, you laughed lightly.

What does he mean interested?

You wouldn’t put it past him to try and get you on his side to get some more personal information on Em, what with the whole stalker thing and everything, but would he really need your help with that?

One thought came to your mind, though: Zayne and Xavier.

You knew Rafayel wore many masks, so he could just be charming as a means to an end, but the thought of the other Love Interests gave you pause. Something was clearly affected because of your presence here. They seemed more comfortable with you than with Em, but why was that?

Why should someone from an entirely different world forge a greater connection than a love across lifetimes?

You couldn’t deny it, though. There was something so comfortable when interacting with each of the Love Interests. You were immediately put at ease, like you were talking to a friend you’d known for years and not a man you’d only just been introduced to. It was as Zayne said: Like I’ve loved you before.

“Helloooo?” Rafayel lightly knocked on your forehead, bringing you back to the conversation in front of you.

“Sorry,” you muttered, averting your eyes. “Shouldn’t you be talking to patrons or something?”

“Nah,” he dismissed carelessly. “They only like my paintings because they’re popular.” He crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. The ends of his lips threatened to curve upwards. “I’d much prefer to talk to someone that actually enjoys it and understands it.” Though he kept his eyes on you, Rafayel directed your gaze back to the canvas. “This piece is different from anything else I’ve painted. I always paint what I feel, but that afternoon I felt something shift. I wanted to paint the feeling.”

You nodded, enthralled by his explanation. The way he spoke was mesmerizing, intriguing, like he always aimed to leave you wanting more. “What happened that afternoon?”

“I actually don’t know,” he chuckled. “It was about a week ago. Or maybe it was two? It doesn’t matter.” He shrugged. “It must have been around lunchtime that I just felt something change. Like the universe was molding into something different.”

An afternoon a week or two ago?

Your chest tightened again.

That was when you first arrived in Linkon.

What if the universe was molding into something different to fit you?

“There you are!” Em’s voice rang through the exhibit, bright and cheery. You had to hold yourself back from groaning as she approached. Now was the perfect time for you to get more information from a Love Interest, but it was as if Em have a gravitational pull to each of them. She was constantly around them if she could be, unless she decided she didn’t want them.

They bent to her will, something you’d relate to but couldn’t fully understand. Why would they willingly have their hearts crushed? Each man knew at least one other Love Interest, knew there was competition, so why were they all so certain they would win her love? What would happen to those that didn’t?

“I didn’t know you two knew each other.” Em smiled, looking between you and Rafayel.

“Actually, we just met.” Rafayel slung a loose arm around you, a movement that seemed so practiced you barely even flinched. Em, however, did, something almost unreadable passing through her eyes. You tried to place it. Was it jealousy? Confusion? Whatever it was, it was gone nearly as soon as it appeared.

Em nodded, silence lingering for a moment too long. “Well, I think we should be getting home. It’s been a long week and I’m tired.” She made a show of sagging her shoulders, earning a laugh out of Rafayel that sounded ever so slightly forced to you.

You were probably just imagining it, right?

Em grabbed your arm, pulling you out of Rafayel’s grasp and next to her. He stumbled slightly but quickly recovered, his blinding smile appearing.

“Here, let me get your phone number.” At your raised eyebrow, he explained, “In case there’s something about Em we need to talk about.”

How were you supposed to argue with that. You took his phone without saying a word, trying to remember your number as you typed it. Finding yourself typing in your number from your other life, you quickly erased it, wondering how much of that you would remain after you got used to this life.

You handed it back, muttering a quick goodbye as Em swept you away. Rafayel watched you both as you left, his smile slowly dropping until you were out of sight.

Em drove home, a sort of tension in her that neither of you addressed. The ride was silent for the most part, save for some small bits of conversation here and there.

Why couldn’t you click with Em when you could with the Love Interests? What was so different?

The apartment was as dark as the night sky when you entered, flicking on the light and kicking your shoes off. You checked the clock.

Nearly midnight.

“I’m so glad we don’t have work tomorrow,” you groaned.

“I know!” Em kicked off her own heels, turning around in front of you. “Could you unzip me please?”

You murmured a quick yes and helped her out of her gown, thankful when she helped you with yours. There was an unspoken intimacy between you two that you’d notice grow as you spent more time together. It’d been so long since you’d had a friend so close by, you’d almost forgotten how to act.

As you slipped on a worn pair of sweatpants, your phone chimed with an unknown number.

hey cutie

dun forget me

if you do ill blow bubbles at you

Rafayel.

You stared at the message for what felt like forever.

How were you supposed to respond?

And who was he calling cutie?

You could hear Em in the living room, giggling over the phone. One of her reverse harem, you figured. Saying something sweet and flirty and acting dumb about it.

You loved Em. You did. It was hard not to. But there was still something so unnerving about her. She was made to be liked as a main character. It was all a script. Nothing felt genuine. Nothing felt real.

And then there was the envy.

Just like liking her, it was hard not to be envious of her. She had everything. A career, recognition, and so much love.

You knew she suffered, that there was so much trauma behind her smile, but it still resulted in so much happiness.

How come yours couldn’t?

Yours, that stuck behind you like a shadow, constantly looming.

A constant reminder.

You weren’t experimented on as a child, didn’t lose your best friend and your guardian in early adulthood. Your trauma wasn’t worse than Em’s, you thought.

So how come it affected you so much?

Where was your happiness?

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[theyluvlyss]

i saw your post on needing more creativity (to word it briefly) in remmick/sinners fanfics and IM HERE TO SUPPLY!! im thinking of making a new account should i do it???

𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !!!

per my last couple of posts, I would LOVE some requests to start piling up. I wanna see more ideas and thoughts for me to work with (and fangirl about🥴✋🏽-).

and as far as you making an account goes, anon, I ofc encourage you do it if it will make you happy - legit, the whole reason I started this blog was because I wanted my own space to write, say, request, post, etc. whatever tf I want, so you'll never get a 'no' from me when trying to do the same😌🫶🏽.

reminder to all, though !! to reiterate/add to some of my boundaries when it comes to sinners requests specifically !! ...

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I know I have and am usually/typically willing to write taboo topics when it comes to other fandoms, but sinners (to me, in my personal opinion) is a lot more sacred and special, so there's certain changes i'm making/abiding by apart from my usual/normal rules out of both respect and just the simple fact that it's just gonna be strict 'round this bitch, like, idk what to tell you lmao.

- NO moore twins incest or stepcest, i'm not doing it.

- no weird "sammick" bullshit, this is not a sammick ship friendly blog, don't interact, follow, or request things regarding that ship towards me, you'll be blockt with a QUICKNESS.

- I do welcome think, theory, and thirst pieces in my ask inbox, but be aware each of those topics will be kept separate from one another. time and place rules; don't bring up think piece material in the comments of an imagine I worked hard on that has nothing to do with the nuances of the movie and it's themes - and vice versa - don't start thirsting under posts I may make regarding how I view the characters and their role/purpose and whatnot.

- i'm not at all opposed to age gaps, but i'm not doing anything illegal, so don't even go there. but yeah, again, this is vampire media/content - age gaps are a large chunk of the appeal and if you don't like that, then maybe you're not ready to engage in vamp content, idk😭🤷🏽‍♀️.

- unless written or requested otherwise, reader will always be assumed 20+ years old, black/black-coded, and southern. and when it comes to requesting otherwise, plz be clear with your intentions on why, and don't be weird - like seriously, if I see something I don't like, it's not getting written and I will put you on blast, I don't have patience whatsoever for nonsense, so don't start😭🙏🏽.

- i'm a bit picky when it comes to plots, fair warning (i'll try not to let it be an issue tho lol no worries) - especially modern au's, so don't expect a whole lot of those unless you want some of my more "awkward" writing (for lack of a better word) lmao.

- I will write for...

elias "stack" moore

elijah "smoke" moore

sammie "preacher boy" moore

remmick

bo chow

- I shouldn't even have to say this, but NO, I will not be doing any kkk members x reader, kkk dynamic work, kkk NOTHING. I don't even have the words to explain the disgust and anger that it brings me to even think about it, i'm fighting for my life not to say nothing violent and out of pocket rn-...

- be aware that I don't have an official masterlist yet, so stay tuned for when that gets uploaded, because when it does, that means the very first of any sinners related fics of mine has been completed and added :D !!

- and last but not least, basic fanfic/account etiquette...

don't like what I write? don't read it.

don't like me or my content? block me.

questions? just ask, and be respectful.

and finally, if you leave any type of negativity on my page, you'll be dealt with accordingly.

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anyways, that's all for now. thanks for reading this and for all of the strong engagement, love, and support I've received so far on the topic of sinners fanfic, it's really jarring in a good way after being kind of a dead account for a while😭🙏🏽. I hope I can deliver what y'all want/are expecting💕.

byeeee /ᐠ^˕^マ !!!

[mortuaest]

@fctedivided

"Ah, well..."

She couldnt tell if the other was lost or not and being honest? The dragon didn't want to assume. Even though most of the time beings got lost, or wanted to look at the vast garden in front of her Master's vacation home.

Which she wouldn't blame anyone. Ummi and the gardeners who were under Sanako's demand kept the garden and home perfect. All the dragon knew though? She didn't want to just push the other out of the way of the gate.

[clumsypuppy]

i cant go back to that life man

[mwagneto]

HAAANK DON'T GET MAD AT SCIFI FOR NOT MAKING SENSE HAAAAANK !!! IT'S A METAPHOR FOR REAL LIFE THAT'S MEANT TO MAKE YOU ASK QUESTIONS HANK YOU DON'T NECESSARILY HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THE EXACT MECHANICS!!!! HAAAANK

[gifti3]

ivo is so snake-like

like physically

[hanakyu]

Me: Wow! I really enjoyed Cinderella's castle, and it's about time that we had a WOC lead a starkids production. It was a really creative take on the fairy tale, but the story has some glaring writing issues, especially in the second act. I'm sure the Fandom would be open to talking about these valid critics in an understanding manner

Twitter: 💀💀💀 tf are you talking about how dare engage in a piece of media you like in a critically. while you're at it why don't you just piss on my dog since you're such an ASSHOLE

[mad-hunts]

this is a very specific scenario, i know, but barton trauma-bonding with a hero and vice versa because they got stuck in the middle of the desert together due to the fact that they were both simultaneously betrayed / LEFT TO DIE there, but they managed to survive after they spent some time vehemently refusing to help each other in the beginning. though, they soon began to help each other (albeit reluctantly) because they realized that would be the ONLY way that they would survive this. and barton tries to kickstart their bastardization arc™ by telling the hero to kill the people who dumped them there. and this is because, in his mind, they don't deserve to live. then barton goes on to tell them that he's planning on killing the person who betrayed him so it's fineee if the hero does it,, because he ain't a snitch + won't tell anyone they killed anyone (,: now whether or not the hero actually starts their bastardization arc is up to them, of course, but if anyone is interested in a plot like this... HMU because i think this would be such an interesting dynamic to roleplay 👀

[dracimexidae]

Watched the first 2 episodes and the only conclusion i got so far is that Sophie Okonedo is the real true QUEEN and i would gladly submit to her, she doesn't even have to ask ❤️‍🔥👑🧎

[designernishiki]

I feel like I liked yakuza 5 a lot more than most people for some reason

[papercutsmp3]

bro is inquisitive

[rucow]

everyone talks about how nice it so have people be interested in your OCs, stories, yourself etc. but no one talks about how that can also be really draining bc some of us just don't feel the need to share our ideas with others, especially when we're put on the spot and interrogated

[winter-spark]

I'm so funny because I don't really view Itaru and Tonooka as romantic exes but like I now have two break-up songs I could see being them to some extent. (the second one might be better, please look at the second one.)

On one hand, we have plot line by Emlyn. This song I would do a mini animatic/animation meme if I had the skill, with these four lines from the chorus:

You're not my happy ever after But you came close to it I don't need another chapter I read most of it.

where the first two lines here would be them in high school, the second two lines after the showing of KniRoun. This would have to be his mindset after that anyway lol, this is very much the "to an extent" I mentioned, I suppose. I think like the concepts/themes used fit Itaru like mentions of being the main character, references to to like prince/knight fairytales. Here's the song if you want to hear it.

On the other, we have I'm Trying (Not Friends) by Masie Peters.

And I know that currently, Itaru's not trying, not really as they are not in the same vicinity much and everything's out on the table but imagine if they frequented the same circles and listen to this song thinking about the singer being Itaru. Because I think this would sorta be him. Some lyrics I like/think in particular

Here's the lowkey obligatory chorus mention, 'tis only half the chorus btw:

And I swore that I'd swallow my pride And you swore you would do better this time Well, I might be bitter and twisted and broken and petty and lying But at least I'm trying

(& because I can't go without mentioning it because it's so them-core in my head:)

Got friends, got at least a healthy five Yeah, some people think I'm funny, baby, don't look so surprised

AU where Tonooka for whatever reason joins Mankai or befriends some members and starts hanging out around Mankai before they get the whole backstory on what happened in high school lol I think I might actually read that or watch that animatic ngl. [Update: I'd age them down to college to make it make slightly more sense because it'd be fresher but also no I am not gonna do that sorry.] It was hard to pick so few lyrics lol, listen to the song and tell me you see what I mean, please:

[waywardsalt]

:3

[illubean]

F*ck Girl Code!

In which your shitty "best" friend keeps stealing the guys you like; now its your turn

Characters: Toji Fushiguro Type: Oneshot, Fem!Reader, NSFW

I don't condone cheating or any of the toxic behaviors exhibited in this fic; it is fiction after all :^) also i lowk don’t like how this came out but YOLO

Warnings: NSFW reader discretion advised, unprotected p in v, fatshaming? idk it's one comment, mentions of cheating (neither reader nor toji)

First rule in the girl code handbook: never date your friend's ex.

Everyone knew of this rule, even those who weren't girls. That's just how important the rule is, requiring the same type of loyalty boys expect when they say 'bros before hoes'. You are yet to personally meet any girl who has broken this rule, but there is another rule that isn't talked about as much.

Second rule in the girl code handbook: never date your friend's crush. Even if he likes you.

And your so called "best friend' has broken this rule on several occasions. It didn't matter who it was. Any time you'd ever expressed being remotely interested in a guy, she was with him a week later like clockwork.

And you were getting sick of it.

You learned your lesson, never speaking about your feelings to her and making sure she never sees you interacting with the opposite sex. And things cooled down a little when she got an actual boyfriend of her own; Toji Fushiguro. Toji was this big, beefcake of a man and happened to be the captain of the school hockey team. He'd attracted the attention of many girls, and though you see the appeal, you didn't care too much for the frat type.

That is until he broke up with you friend.

About a month or so after they started dating, your friend came knocking on your door, bawling her eyes out. All she had said was that she got totally dumped, leaving out any other details as to why.

Without her saying anything though, you could come up with several reasons. But you settled on the conclusion that Toji was just that type of guy; someone who doesn't take relationships that seriously.

A little detail about your friend is she's only nice to you when she needs something. Any other time, she's a total bitch. She always made an effort to verbally berate you and drag you around like some ragdoll that would be tossed away once she found her next boytoy. But tonight was the perfect opportunity to get back at her for what felt like centuries of mistreatment.

There was some party being hosted by Toji's frat, which your friend suggested going to so she could "make him totally jealous" by flirting with his other frat mates.

You feigned innocence, agreeing to go as 'moral support', but really you were plotting on how to get into Toji Fushiguro's bed. It's been a while since you've done something crazy like hookup with someone, he was hot and most importantly, it would piss off your friend. Triple win for you.

So, getting ready for the party, you dolled yourself up and slipped into the sluttiest outfit you owned. After receiving a text, you strutted your way outside to your friend's car.

You sat down in the passenger seat, clicking your seatbelt and fixing your hair a little bit just to see her scowl from the corner of your eye.

"What?"

"That dress makes you look fat. Oh well, no time to change or we'll be late."

You scoffed at her comment, choosing to look out of the window and ignore her as she drove to the frat house. Shortly, you pulled up to the house and made your way inside, immediately greeted by the smell of alcohol and flashing, colorful lights.

"Wow, he's cute," you fib, grabbing your friend by the arm and pointing to some random dude in the crowd. You can see her eyes light up with mischief, a sinister smirk creeping across her face.

"Who, the one with the glasses? He doesn't even look like he should be here!"

"Oh but he's sooo cute! Maybe I can convince him to dance later."

"Pfft, don't even bother. There's no way a loser like that would stay conscious long enough to even answer!"

"Yeah maybe you're right," you sigh. "I'm gonna get a drink."

You let go of your friend and made your way towards the kitchen, ignoring her demands that you bring her one back as well. You wore a smug expression.

Phase one of get back at bitchface: show fake interest in another guy; Complete!

Pushing past people, you made it to the kitchen and looked around. Two familiar faces were seen leaning against the kitchen island. The rowdier of the two was pouring shots of god knows what, while his more laid back companion was watching the chaos unfold. There were a few others surrounding them, presumably waiting for their shots.

"Hey, Gojo!" you chime, squeezing your way into the circle that was formed around him. His blue eyes peeked over his sun glasses, the same smirk he always wore stretched across his lips.

"Never thought I'd see you at one of these parties."

You met Gojo back in your first year of college, sharing a couple of classes with him. Despite his reputation of some rowdy playboy, he wasn't all that bad to talk to. Hence how he is somewhat of an acquaintance, but not quite yet a friend.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Gimme a shot, I'm gonna need it if I'm going to make it through tonight!"

"Say no more!"

Without question or hesitation, Gojo pours you a shot. Thanking him, you toss the alcohol back just to scrunch your face in disgust.

You've never been a huge fan of alcohol.

Phase two: gain some liquid courage; Complete!

Shaking it off, you looked around for the burly man that was bound to be here. You spot him off to the edges of the room, not seeming to interested in the party at all. And on the opposite end of the room was your friend, flirting with the poor guy you pointed out upon your arrival.

Go figure.

Taking a deep breath, you slap yourself a couple times as encouragement before forcing your way through a sea of sweaty, dancing bodies. Once free, you let out a puff of air before approaching Toji. Unbeknownst to you, he was watching you the entire time. He knew exactly who you were, and it wasn't like you were being subtle with your newfound interest in him. He saw you lock your eyes onto him like a target before approaching from across the room. Toji just rolled his eyes in annoyance. You were probably just trying to mess with him for dumping your friend.

“Hey,” you say, finally standing in front of him. His eyes traced you up and down before blinking slowly. His expression never changed from the nonchalant pout that he wore normally, but god did his gaze do something to you.

You leaned your back against the wall, now standing next to the large man while looking out at the sea of people before you. Toji crosses his arms, keeping his gaze ahead of him as he spoke.

"What the hell do you want from me?"

"Can't a girl just start small talk at a party?" you huff playfully.

"We both know that's not why you're here."

"Fine, fine, I'll cut to the chase." Pushing yourself up from the wall, you maneuver in front of him and look him in the eye while telling him exactly what it is you want.

"You dumped my friend not to long ago and I wanna fuck."

Toji's eyes widened as he raised a brow at you. It wasn't often that girls were so straightforward with what they wanted. Lowkey, he was into it.

"Isn't that against your vow of sisterhood or whatever you call it?"

"Girl code, but trust me, she deserves the betrayal. She's a total bitch."

Toji chuckled before pushing himself off the wall as well. He leaned down to your height, one of his large hands coming up to caress your cheek.

"Did she tell you she cheated on me?"

"No, but that's even more of a reason for us to get back at her!"

"Fine then. Let's fuck."

Phase three: get Toji to agree; Complete!

With the way Toji was drilling into you right now, you almost forgot that this was all part of an elaborate revenge plot. Any thoughts you had prior to this moment were all thrown out the window the minute Toji got you up to his room, hiking your slutty party dress all the way up and folding you into a mean mating press.

"Shit, ma- relax f'me!"

Your legs were tossed over his broad shoulders, hips twitching and cunt clenching in response to his harsh thrusts. Your face was flushed, mouth hanging open as whimpers and whines escaped your parted lips. You tried to relax into his mattress, you really did. But he was just so damn big!

Getting over the initial stretch was already a feat, but you could feel every ridge and vein along his meaty cock as it bullied it's way in and out of you. His heavy balls swung back and forth, punctuating each thrust with a lewd 'PLAP!' Toji held on to one of your thighs with an iron grip, attempting to keep you still while the other hand reached down to rub circles around your puffy clit.

"Ah, wait! 's sensitive-" you protest, hand flying down to grip his wrist but to no avail. Toji continued his assault on your weeping pussy, a smirk making its way onto his face while he watched you break beneath him. Your moans died in the back of your throat, coming out as staggered breaths, back arching as you came for the first time that night.

With a low chuckle, Toji pulled away from you momentarily, flipping you onto your front before plunging himself back into you from behind. He wrapped his arms around your hips and beneath your pelvis, pinning you down with his chest pressed flush against your back. Your face felt hot, pressed into the pillows while you clawed at Toji's black bedsheets. The man licked a stripe up the side of your neck, stopping once he made it to the base of your ear as you felt his warm breath fan against you.

"I'll take care of you, sweets. Just enjoy it, mkay?"

His words went straight to your pussy, spreading throughout your body as a burning heat that settled just beneath your skin. You were so lost in the feeling of Toji on top of you that you barely even registered the sound of your phone going off, haphazardly tossed somewhere on his bedside table. Toji pulled away from your back, not once stopping his thrusts as he grabbed your phone and checked the message ID before handing it to you.

"'s from yer 'friend'."

You could care less what she had to say to you right now. With your face still resting against Toji's pillows, you lazily opened your phone to read her messages.

'you gotta find your own way home tonight' '[image attatchment]' 'you were right, this guy is pretty cute ;)'

You let out a snort at the picture she sent. It was of half ov her face, and over her shoulder you saw the guy you pointed out hours ago shirtless and laying beneath her blankets. Toji was reading over your shoulder, and laughed along with you.

"Why don't we send her a picture of our own," Toji suggests. You could practically hear the mischievous smirk that was probably on his handsome face. A smug smile made its way across your lips as you opened the camera app.

You made sure to get half your face in the photo just like she did. Your eyes were lidded and you threw up a mocking peace sign while Toji smirked, flipping off the camera. His other hand rested in the curve of your back, his shirtless torso on full display.

‘[image attatchment]’

‘don’t worry about me, I’m set for tonight :))’

Almost immediately, your phone started pinging non-stop with an influx of angry messages. She even tried calling you, only for you to decline it with a breathy laugh and shut your ringer off. Your laughter quickly turned into soft mewls and moans now that your attention could be fully on Toji once again. Your body rocked against the mattress with each trust, his swolen tip kissing your G-spot over and over. Toji laid back down against you, resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing searing hot kisses into the side of your neck.

“You sound so pretty, ma. Why don’t we send that bitch a recording too?”

Phase four: get laid and get revenge; Complete!

[mekatrio]

im both sad and glad tht aaron and jeff never interact with one another in person bc 1.) that would break my heart like nothing else but also 2.) i want that, actually. :(