Stein

2006 #supershit #geeks&freaks4ever

[frankensteiiin]

“You must see with eyes unclouded by hate”

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I have a million drafts but no motivation to post / finish them. Maybe one day I’ll dedicate myself to finishing them but for now I just recommend other writers.

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I’ll fix this one day and make it more aesthetic ✌️😄

[noiralei]

that's very sexy of him

Shadow of Maul #3

[saintkaylaa]

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐱𝐭𝐬: 𝐀𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

warnings: suggestive, sexual, cursing, f!reader

note: I thought I’d follow my Aki fic with Sunday boyfriends texts. Imma take a little break from HIGC for now bc I have a few requests piling up for boyfriend texts😭

[amortoru-deactivated20260523]

.✦ ݁˖ best friend (and onlyfans cameraman?!)! higuruma finally fucking you for your twitter! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) • wc: 1.2k

hiromi would do anything for you, and you didn’t mean for him to find out at first. you really didn’t mean for your best friend since elementary to find out about your…hobby.

it was probably a few months ago since your best friend hiromi found out about your little side hobby as a twitter girl (was that even the right term? you just masterbaited on camera?). you did it as a means to profit off your high libido and sexuality, while not showing your face as you attended law school with your best friend.

he accidentally received a link to your stuff that you meant to send toji, your mutual on twitter (who also posted his fair share of kinky shit), instead of the link of files hiromi hadn’t received for a class… and well…

“spread your legs a bit more at the camera, yeah— attagirl,” now he was your cameraman. you didn’t know how this even came about, but you didn’t necessarily complain. you’ve been needing better angles. you were shocked by his reaction making the offer (thinking back, he probably said it in the moment most likely said due to awkwardness or something else…).

“f-fuck…nghhh—yeahhhh…” you bit your lower lip, angling the pink dildo while inserting it in and out your cunt.

hiromi held the phone, his hands shaking yet focused on having the best angle for your little twitter video. “don’t bite your lip, keep letting those pretty sounds out, yeah?”

“lift your shirt up a bit,” “rotate your hips juuust like that.”

perhaps it was a bad idea to have this type of situation with your friend; someone who’ve you fantasized about while doing these types of videos. someone who’s also had feelings for you since high school.

hell, you even imagined the thought of him finding out before and got so aroused at that simple idea. it also doesn’t help how much his praise really affected you.

you took the toy out and groaned—in frustration rather than pleasure.

hiromi squinted at you. “what’s wrong?”

“i feel like playing with a toy is too overplayed. too saturated,” you glanced over at hiromi, whom still had your phone and avoiding your gaze. “lemme see what other ideas i could do.”

and the top suggestion from people in your only fans and in twitter comments was… fucking someone. hooking up. those casual fucking videos.

in particular, your audience loved hiromi’s voice—and asked for you to fuck “the guy with the really sexy voice behind the camera”.

you narrowed your eyes over at your best friend after reading them out loud; it was no surprise his reaction was his face beet red, eyes hooded and lips pressed together. yet hiromi being hiromi, feigned nonchalance. he pushed up his reading glasses and gripped on the wool fabric of his grey cardigan.

“i could help you, if you’d like.”

and of course, that was the best damn thing hiromi higuruma could do. all the fantasies he’s had of you multiplied tenfold since getting your twitter account.

he didn’t even have to see your face to know it was you; same apartment and couch he lounged with you to watch whatever trashy movie on weekends, same old t-shirts you’d wear to sleep (he swore he spotted one of his in your videos) to even your cute voice moaning so sweetly.

hiromi liked you—still does. since high school he has; and agreeing to be your of/twitter cameraman person was both the dumbest yet best shit he could have ever done. he liked helping you of course—it’s you (literally why he used to stay up multiple nights with you to help you with constitutional law the moment you said you needed help)—but he hated you being looked at for the world to see.

and why not take this time to really show you’re his.

“mmm oh my goddddd—hic—fuckkk!” you felt yourself begin to cry while he pulled your hair. your back arched and you clawed at the kitchen countertop.

the phone was angled so you couldn’t see your faces, but a small part of you wished it did, so that you’d gatekeep your little video forever. your little oversized shirt you wore before was hitched up to your chest, your plush tummy feeling the cold marble.

but how you wished to see hiromi; see him in his sexy little nerd law school get up; see him all flustered while his gelled hair became disheveled. then his glasses becoming all fogged up while they slid down that sexy rideable nose you dreamed about since god knows how long.

god, the thought was turning you on. you knew your viewers would eat this up—besides his fucking voice was so undeniably hot…

“move your hips like that for me, sweetheart; attagirl, beautiful…”

it was damn obscene—the slick, sticky sound of your bodies meeting echoed through the whole kitchen. but what was more obscene was the continuous torturous pace hiromi took, slowly dragging his large fucking cock in and out your slippery cunt.

the moment you laid eyes on that thing, you even wondered how it’d fit.

“b-but it ahh-really hurts—fuckkkk,” you bit your lower lip, cheek squished on the cold surface while you let out incomprehensible mumbles every time hiromi thrusted in you. you could feel his cock pulse and twitch with every move of his hips, and feel your slick driiiip down your thighs. “you’re t-too fucking—mmm big!”

as exaggerated as it did appear, you weren’t lying; your nerdy loser best friend had a big fucking cock and knew how to use it.

“c’mon beautiful. you can take it all for me, yeah? so pretty taking me cock, honey.”

his cock hit that delicious spot you could never read with a simple sex toy—a feeling washing over you that you’d never felt. you only wished that pesky condom wasn’t in the way of receiving his creamy load inside.

god this was such a good idea.

“ya-you know—nghh—you really n-need to help me more.”

fuck, you could practically hear his smug little smile the moment you said that.

“anything for you.”

“anything?”

so when you finished, edited the video, and posted, of course you had to tease in the caption:

‘fucking my boring const. law tutor/cameraman after studying :,( creampie next? :p’

and of course he texted you a screenshot with a thumbs up emoji like the geek that he is.

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ahah so this was an idea sorry (is it obvious that stargirl interlude was on repeat while my eyes were burning from sleepiness?) um yea i wrote this while sleep deprived and its not edited :.) erm potential pt2?

pt two is out…

[frankensteiiin]

Hello sailor 😻😻

[jasscheeks]

HIGURUMA BF TEXTS!!

in honor of this gorgeous man being animated, i give you all higuruma’s version of the boyfriend/husband texts series

the smau no one asked for but everyone needed

this one goes out to all my nanami widows

also don’t come after me bc ik nothing abt court cases and the whole process

choso ver. | gojo ver. | geto ver. | toji ver. | ino ver. | m.list

texts he would send you:

texts he would send talking about you:

just realized nanami doesn’t have a part, i should change that

thanks for reading!!

[fricks]

☆ VENA CAVA

Your best friend Suguru asks you to dinner over a sheep’s heart in a bio lab on Valentine’s Day. You humour him. Tis the season, or whatever. 

☆ collab w/ @sixxels for her v-day event :) check out that masterlist for a trove of good reads. also to note: this is not a part of my bestfriend!suguru series. this is... just me leeching off the one niche i have lol, this is a separate story to those events.

18+ MDNI

☆ Dissecting hearts on Valentine’s Day.

Your biology professor has a sense of humour, at least. 

It doesn’t do much to sate the churning of your stomach, but it’s a nice thing to consider as you stare down at the washed-clean sheep's heart on the table in front of you. High school biology taught you the ins-and-outs of the heart, its valves and chambers and absolute vitality to the function of the human body that very little else matters in comparison.

It is, for lack of better words, an organ to be revered. 

“I’ll give you five dollars to lick it.”

Your best friend Suguru seems to think otherwise. He stands beside you, with the most stupid looking eye protection on. His hair was begrudgingly pulled up when your professor mentioned the seventeen different hazards of hair as long as his being left down in a laboratory. And his smile is, as per usual, cocksure. 

“Five dollars is not worth the buffet of bacteria I’d be inviting into my mouth,” you nudge the metal tray away from you with a gloved fingertip. “I’ll give you ten, though.”

Suguru scoffs. “I’ll give you fifteen.”

“Twenty,” you lift a metal probe from the tray and point it at him. “And I’ll turn this into a sounding rod and—”

“How about neither of us lick the sheep's heart,” he interjects with a stressed smile, plucking the probe from between your fingers and pointing it at your chest instead, “and you come over for dinner tonight.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah, I’m not exactly dying to be your pre-game for whatever gross Valentine’s hookup you have planned, Suguru. I know you don’t wash your sheets.”

“I wash them,” Suguru argues, poking your arm with the probe. “And you happen to be my best friend, so I’d have told you if I had a Valentine—which I don’t.”

You snort. “I find that hard to believe. You always have a Valentine.”

“No one asked.”

“I bet Gojo asked.”

“Well, yeah, but he also asked Nanami. And Shoko. Come on, let's be single and lonely together in my dorm with some real gourmet eats.”

There’s a certain level of assumption that your best friend carries with him. He’s hardly ever wrong in said assumptions, but they still pull a grimace to your face. Really, who is he to assume you don’t already have a valentine? Sure, you share every last aspect of your lives with each other, but that doesn’t mean your love life (or lack thereof) needs to be any of his business.

You turn away from him, deciding to rark his assumptions. “Can’t. I’m busy tonight.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I am,” you insist, grabbing the probe back from Suguru and gripping the heart in your left hand. You find the Superior Vena Cava, and stick the probe downwards into the right atrium, as instructed. After doing the same with the Inferior, you hand the heart and probe unceremoniously to Suguru. “Your turn.”

He takes the heart, but instead of probing it like you’ve been asked, Suguru drops it back onto the metal tray. It clatters a little against the table, and a few people turn their heads to look at the two of you. 

“You don’t have a Valentine.”

Your brows raise. “Oh wow, is this a jealousy thing, Sugu? I mean, maybe we could invite you to sit in the cuck chair and—”

He’s quick to cut you off with a gloved hand to your chin, lifting it up to lengthen your neck and start checking the column of your throat for… something.

“What the fuck are you—” your voice trails off when Suguru’s grip shift, and his other hand, the one that was holding the heart, takes the side of your face. “Oh my god Suguru that is so fucking disgust—”

“If anyone had half the mind to ask you out, this—” he taps your pulsepoint with two gloved fingers, “—would be marked up. You’d have to be dating an idiot to be allowed to walk around without staking some sort of claim on you.”

Staking claim? Allowed? “What am I, a lunchbox? My Valentine has to write his name on me so everyone knows I’m spoken for? ‘Don’t eat this one, it’s mine’?”

Suguru shrugs. “Kinda. Does it matter? My point is, I know you’re lying—there’s no possible way you have a Valentine, so I’ll see you at seven.”

What an ass. “Wow. ‘No possible way’, you are just so kindhearted.”

You can see him biting his cheek. He looks down at you with those sharp purple eyes, even through his protective glasses, and shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what, pray-tell, could you have possibly meant instead?”

“I meant,” he starts, grabbing the probe once more and pointing it at you without acknowledgement of infection control and the fact it was just inside the vena cava of a sheep’s heart, “I’ve already written my name. You know… ‘do not eat, this one’s mine’?”

You follow his gaze downwards to the shirt you’re wearing… his shirt. He had left it in your dorm after a night over and never asked for it back. It’s not a thing, you just think it’s more comfortable than any of your own clothes. And it smells like him.

Suguru then points the metal rod to your wrist which, just underneath your sleeve, is a beaded bracelet that reads ‘SG’ in purple beads. He has a matching one of your initials that he wears around his right wrist, the two of you made them together five or so years ago to commemorate your ‘ever-lasting and never-dying’ friendship. 

Lastly, he turns the rod on himself and points it right at his own chest. You look him over, enjoying the obvious view but finding no indication of ‘ownership’ as he’d so smugly claim. “Am I meant to know what you’re pointing at?”

Geto sucks in a breath, looks down at the heart on the table, and then back up at you. “So, maybe a few guys have noticed how close we are. And so they’ve asked me if you have a boyfriend, because they’ve wanted to ask you out.”

No fucking way. 

“You told them I have a boyfriend, didn’t you? God, you’re such an asshole, Suguru—you can’t just police my love life because you think the guys here arent—”

“I told them I’m your boyfriend,” he cuts you off. “And if they wanted to keep their balls in tact that they shouldn’t talk to you. Or look at you. Or… breathe in your direction.”

All you can do is blink up at him. You’re pretty sure the professor calls out to get you both back on track, but you’re locked in a staring match that seems to last a lifetime. He wouldn’t do that, he’s fucking with you—doing what he always does and trying to get a rise out of your for his own sick entertainment. He likes it when you get mad, when you complain and pout and smack him on the arm for saying stupid shit. He’s fishing. 

But then you think about it. You’ve had a pretty regular college experience, minus the attention from guys. You’d always chalked it up as being due to your own neglect towards romantic endeavours. You haven’t been overly interested in hooking up with anyone, and Suguru takes you on enough outings that you’ve never felt the need to date. 

But that wouldn’t explain the lack of guys hitting on you. You get it off campus, sometimes a man will buy your drink at the cafe and ask for your number. The odd times you have hooked up with someone, it’s been someone you’ve met outside of school. 

“You’re lying,” you say. 

Suguru opens his stupid deceptive mouth to respond, but the bell cuts through the air before he can speak. You’re at a standstill until the bleating stops, and even then, all he does is smile. 

“You’re lying.”

He shrugs, purposefully raking his eyes down the shirt of his you wear, and then back up to you. “I’ll see you at seven?”

“Nope.”

You made him wait until seven thirty, just to piss him off. 

Unfortunately for you, he didn’t answer the door until seven thirty-five, just to piss you off. 

Succeeding in his efforts, Suguru finally answered the door to a very cross-looking you, whose bad mood could now only be sated by greasy pizza and room-temperature beer from a can—which is exactly what was waiting for you when you walked in. Propped up on his bed next to a battery-operated fake candle and one singular fake rose in a vase on his bedside table. 

Sometimes it’s the little things that remind you that Suguru really is just a college-aged man. 

Though you can’t say much with three and a half slices of pizza in your system, and your legs sprawled out over Suguru’s lap as he drums his fingers against your calves. An empty beer can balances precariously on your stomach, a very slight buzz lifting your spirits. 

“I wasn’t joking in bio,” is the sentence that your best friend decides to break the easy silence with. “Just by the way. And if you want to throw a few things and call me an ass before you storm out, it might turn me on more than it will make me feel guilty.”

You lift your head to look at him. The smile you thought would be gracing his lips isn’t there, greeting you instead with a frown that reminds you of bad news. You suppose this is bad news, he’s been going behind your back to lie about who you’re dating—but anger isn’t the first thing to bubble up in your chest.

It isn’t even confusion, either. Is your heart… racing?

You pull your elbows back to lean on them, the empty beer can falling from your stomach to the mattress beneath you in the process. All you can do for a very long while is look. And realise.

His lips have always been this pretty—you remember the times you’d have a drink too many and still find yourself going wide-eyed when staring at them and moving with the words he’d speak. Which is funny, because you’re never shy around Suguru.

And his hair has always been that nice. Your fingers have always itched to play with it, braid it, run your fingers through it and learn what kind of a reaction Suguru Geto has when you give it a harsh tug. You’ve found yourself up late some nights, wondering if he’d grunt or whine or if you dipping your hand beneath your waistband to touch yourself to the thought means anything.

Well shit. You like Suguru.

He must notice a change in expression on your face, because his lips are quirking up into a grin, and you’re suddenly… shy?

“You alright there?” he teases, leaning over you to get a better look at your face. “Pizza didn’t agree with you, huh? Happens to me too sometimes, you just need—”

“Shut up, Sugu,” you try to retort like normal, but the million different thoughts crashing through your mind has your voice small, and your face heated. “I’m mad at you. You aren’t my boyfriend, so you had no right to tell everyone you are.”

You don’t have half the mind to process that Suguru is practically on top of you now. His hair falls over his shoulder and down to your chest as he looks you deep in the eyes. You half expect him to pull away, but instead he leans forward and… licks you.

Right on the corner of your lip. It’s quick, but enough tongue-to-lip contact that it has you rearing back and looking up at your best friend with wide and very confused eyes. You open your mouth, try desperately for a ‘what the fuck?’ or a ‘you just fucking licked me, you idiot’, but… nothing comes. 

“Oookay,” Suguru pulls back a little at your lack of reaction. “I was expecting more than that. Sorry, you’re upset and I shouldn’t have—”

“Why’d you…”

“Sauce,” he gestures to his own lips. “Pizza. Doesn’t matter. I made you uncomfortable, and I’m sorry.”

“No, you—well. I just… you licked me.”

“I’m trying to send a message here,” he shrugs. 

“By licking me?”

“By… well, yeah.” Suguru looks down at you awkwardly.  “Best friends don’t lick each other, you know?” 

“You just did.”

“Yeah, well I don’t want to be your best friend anymore. Take the hint, I’m begging you.”

Oh. What a weird way to end a friendship. You suppose Suguru has always been unconventional in his approach to life and change, but making light of it isn’t going to make it hurt any less. Your stomach clenches a little, and you’d blame it on the shitty pizza if not for the hot tears that spring to your eyes despite your every wish. 

“You’re crying,” Suguru gawks down at you. “You… why are you crying?”

“I don’t know,” you try desperately to reach up and wipe your eyes, but Suguru takes each of your wrists in his own and pins them down to his mattress, forcing you into the bed a little. “I think crying is a pretty normal reaction to your best friend of fucking forever telling you he doesn’t want to be friends anymore!”

Though your vision is blurry, you can make out the vague shape of Suguru’s lips twisting into a stupid, mocking smile that you’d like to just wipe clean off his stupid, mocking face. It’s only made worse when he laughs something joyous and his shoulders shake with the intensity of his humour.

“For such a nerd,” he starts, “you can be so fucking dumb sometimes.”

His lips press against yours in something slow, and soft, and explorative. It’s sweet, the kiss he gives you, but equally starved. He contradicts himself even with his lips on yours, pushing into your mouth and pulling back the second you’re of mind to try and kiss back. 

He tastes like pizza and beer. You’d make a face and tell him to go and brush his teeth if you weren’t so sure you tasted the exact same. He greets you with a grin when he breaks the kiss, which quickly turns to a look of confusion when he sees whatever look is on your face.

“Was that okay?” he asks, moving a hand from your wrist to cradle the side of your face. “Say no and it never happened.”

Damn the entire fucking world and the omnipotent deity that may-or-may-not-have created it. You open your mouth to try and force something out, and still nothing comes. 

This is Suguru, for the love of everything holy. Your Suguru, who has seen you elated and humiliated and scared and furious, but never shy. You are not shy with Suguru.

And yet.

“I—” you try again, but your gaze drops. Coward. “It was fine.”

“Fine?” he repeats, pulling back a little more to look at you better. You can feel his gaze heating up your skin like it’s suddenly Summer time and he’s the burning sun. “...Are you nervous?”

You scoff automatically, though it catches. “No.”

“You are. You’re being weird. You’re being shy—you’ve never been shy with me.”

He’s taken it personally, like the idea of you being nervous around him affronted him personally.

You swallow. “Yeah, well, you’ve never kissed me before.”

“And doing so made me what? Scary?”

“No!” you try, frustrated both with him and with yourself. “It just changed things.”

Your best friend does what he seems to do best lately and takes another long moment to study every last inch of your burning face. He looks from the lips he just kissed to your nervous eyes and pinched brows. You’re being shy with him, and neither of you could really say as to why.

Maybe because he does stuff like this. Without warning, Suguru reaches down to grab at your hips and, in one irritatingly easy motion, flips the two of you over so that you’re the one on top. Your thighs bracket his hips as you land straddling him, a small and very undignified noise escaping your lips in the process. 

Before you can even try to process your new position, or the expanse of solid mass now beneath you, Suguru lifts up slightly and pulls off his shirt, tossing it across the room to land on Satoru’s bed. Thank god he isn’t here to witness the state you’re in.

“I think that look on your face is one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my entire life,” he starts, resting his head down against the pillow and looking up at you, hands still holding your hips. “But I hate it, because I don’t ever want you to feel nervous around me. I don’t want to make you shy.”

Part of you wants to hit him. “I think that’s probably the least reassuring thing you could say to a shy person.”

“Good thing you’re allowed to be shy with literally anyone else. Here,” one hand leaves your hip to guide your wrist forward until your palm presses flat over his sternum. Right over his heart. “Tell me something about it.”

His skin is warm. Warmer than yours, but he’s always run hot. Your beaded bracelet, the one with SG on proud display, runs against his skin as you feel. His heartbeat is steady, thrums against your waiting palm in a slightly elevated beat.

“You’re nervous too,” you quip, which makes him scoff.

“Obviously. I just kissed the person I’ve wanted to kiss since I was thirteen. Tell me something nerdy, nerd.”

Your brain, the traitor that it is, latches on to the familiarity of academia. You trace over his sternum, slightly to the right—his left. “The two largest veins are in your heart,” you exhale slowly, keeping your hand over his firm chest even as his falls away. “The inferior and superior vena cava.”

“And what do they do?”

“Well really, you should tell me. You weren’t paying attention at all today, even though I tell you to listen—” you trail off as you notice the grin Suguru sports on his lips, most likely at your less-shy demeanour. You suppose irritation is your baseline with him. “They return deoxygenated blood to your heart. The superior vena cava takes care of your upper body.”

You trace your fingertips up to his collarbone, down his bicep a little. “Your arms, chest…” and then back up to his face. You take a moment to look at the beautiful sculpted stone that is his bone structure, and then give his forehead a flick for good measure. “All the dumb stuff in your head, too.”

He huffs a laugh.

“And the inferior vena cava returns it from the lower body,” you add, eyes holding his sharp gaze as you trail that same hand over his chest again, and then lower. Your sudden shyness now exchanged for a boldness you hadn’t seen in you, as you feel each ridge of his abs on your descent to his waistband, which sits snugly between your thighs. You’re a half-inch from brushing over your own clothed clit. “It all goes back to the heart.”

“Full circle,” Suguru glances down at where your hand sits. You feel him give your hip a squeeze, and then tentatively trace his hand up your spine, under your shirt. “And when the heart’s working overtime…”

His hand drags slowly over your ribs and up over your left breast. You swallow your spit. “It beats faster,” you finish his sentence. “Sinus tachycardia.”

“God, you’re such a nerd,” he laughs under you, the rumbling vibrations of it going straight to your clit. You shoot your hand back up to his chest to fight the overwhelming urge to break the seal of his waistband and take what you want. “Your heart is racing.”

You know—you can feel it in your throat. So is his, though—thump thump thump against your palm like a telling drum. 

It’s a weird telepathic kind of need that kicks the two of you into drive next. Mirroring each other, the both of you hold eye contact as you drag your touch down each other’s bodies nice and slow. From chest to stomach, then to waistband and beneath. 

Suguru is rock hard, and although not the first dick you’ve felt pulse beneath your touch, he’s definitely the biggest. You wrap your fingers around his length and gasp as he simultaneously drags his fingers between your folds to find you soaked and sensitive.

The heart wants what it wants, you guess.

You snort at that, which makes Suguru look up at you with a funny expression. “What?”

You shake your head fondly. “Nothing. We’re just… really doing this.”

His gaze is intense—he’s sitting up a bit now to get a better look at you, fingers slowly drawing circles around your clit. Suguru doesn’t know this part of you like he does everything else. Doesn’t know what makes you writhe quite yet. It’s something he’ll learn by the end of the night.

It’s like you’re in a haze of want. Like every stray thought you’ve had before this moment has now compiled in your brain to play on a loop—you’re undressed before you know it. The two of you, bare skinned and breathless against each other. Moving with each other’s bodies in a familiarity only the two of you could have. 

You stroke him nice and slow—your form of preservation. Or punishment, for him being an ass.

“I think you’re beautiful,” he groans as he keeps rubbing quick circles over your clit, mouthing over one of your nipples as he keeps his eyes trained up on your face. “Used to think of this perfect fucking body beneath some other guy and feel sick. S’why I told everyone we were together—I would have scared you off with the things I’d do to someone else who got to see this.”

Maybe you should be concerned about the fact that that is quite possibly the hottest thing he’s ever said to you. You mean to open your mouth and retort with something teasing about his obvious unbridled obsession, but what comes out instead is a strained “I need you,” that sets every nerve in Suguru’s body alight. 

“You have me,” he’s pulling his hand from your achy cunt and using the collected slick to mix with the pre beading at his tip. You let go of his cock and watch as he mixes your arousal, smearing it all over the thick head of his cock and guiding you to hover over his tip. “God, you’ve always had me.”

What a sap. You smile, lean forward, and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Took you long enough to admit it,” you manage. “Nervous or something? Shy?”

“Yeah?” He mocks, cooing the word out like silk. His strong hands hold your hips, and then slam them downwards onto his efficacious dick. “Shut the fuck up.”

He fills you entirely in one sick, sedative stroke. You feel blissed out and desperate and fucking sore all at the same time. The stretch is manageable, as is the pinch you feel when his tip near-meets your cervix, but what has you choking out a moan is the instant pace he takes with you. 

So much for you being on top—Suguru thrusts upwards into you with such gluttonous voracity that you’d think he’s trying to send you stupid on his cock. It’s all so much and so sudden that you can’t even find it in you to be ashamed of how quickly he knits an orgasm up in the pit of your stomach. And you thought the guy was meant to cum quick. 

You hold on the best you can, both to your orgasm and to Suguru. Your fingers dig into the muscle of his shoulders, one hand snaking up to collect his hair between your digits and yank hard in an attempt to pull the reins. You find your question to old fantasies answered as a loud moan rips right out of his chest, but your attempt at slowing down your best friend only riles him up further. 

“Close,” you manage. “Suguru, please…”

“Spit in my mouth.”

That gives you pause. You still, the best you can when he’s rutting up into you with such fever, and look down at your heart-eyed best friend. “That’s gross. I just ate.”

“I’mliterallyinsideofyourightnow,” he chokes, slowing down his thrusts into something a little more rolling, but no less deep. “Please. Fuck, please—I want you to fill me when I fill you.”

Oh.

At the risk of finding out something new (and unsanitary) about yourself, you lean forward and start with a kiss. Suguru’s cock filling you up doesn’t do much for your balance, and your teeth click against his a few times, but you keep your pace. Geto snakes a hand down to your clit and urges you across the cliff face he’s walking. 

Your orgasm builds like the pressure in your heart. Quick and explosive and enough to contract the very organ that gives you life. Your hand on Suguru’s shoulder canvases his skin, down his rapid heart as you pull back enough to spit right onto his waiting tongue.

He lets it sit, holds your gaze with an open mouth and your spit pooling in his mouth. The sight might be both the strangest and sexiest thing you’ve seen, and you’re only slightly concerned at the way it triggers your climax.

Mirrored, two beating hearts of the same soul, whatever other symbolic depiction of a shared orgasm you can think of—the two of you embody it. You squeeze hard around Suguru’s pulsing cock, milking the cum right out of him into your waiting body.

He swallows his moan (and your spit) with a desperate choked sound that only prolongs your orgasm. “Oh my god,” you hold his gaze. “Oh my god.”

Suguru holds you in place on his cock as he catches his breath. When he speaks, his voice is so beautifully ruined that your traitorous heart skips a dramatic beat or three. 

“You look pretty when you cum. Hey—don’t hide your face. No getting shy.”

He pulls you back a little to lift your head from his heaving shoulder, which you had pressed your forehead against in an attempt to keep Suguru’s teasing eyes off you. “Don’t say things that make me shy, then.”

“I can say whatever I please now that you’re mine,” he sing-songs. “Oh, that reminds me…”

You mourn the loss of body heat as Suguru leans away from you and stretches over for something on his bedside table. Your mind doesn’t register what it is until you hear the ‘pop!’ of a pen cap being taken off, and a sudden coldness bloom over your sternum… slightly to the left.

“Stay still…”

You look down to see Suguru Geto writing across your skin with a Sharpie, and you don’t need much more than common sense to know what he’s doing. 

“You better not start calling me a lunchbox after this,” you chide, though you don’t make a move to stop him.

“Then I’ll just have to call you my Valentine,” he hums in return, glancing up at you with his tongue caught between his teeth. “That’s a yes to being my Valentine, right?”

“I guess I have no choice now,” you shrug, tucking your chin into your neck and looking down as he finishes up with the Sharpie. “You’ve staked your claim.”

On your chest, right over where your heart beats, reads ‘SUGURU’ in big bold letters.

a/n: thank you @sixxels for asking me to collab. i am no match for the talents working on this event but i am honoured nonetheless to have been able to participate. FIRST COLLAB DONE AND DUSTED MOTHER FUCKERS!

the banner is made by sixxels as well i just stole it because i'm evil. the art in it is by @/thatsallitchief

[osarina]

FEATURING: chrollo lucilfer x fem!reader, former kurapika kurta x fem!reader

SUMMARY: sun and moon, dragon and phoenix, heaven and earth. in kakin tradition, a bonded pair is a union of opposites that make a perfect whole. you and chrollo lucilfer, though, feel like the exception, so ill-matched that it borders on divine irony. only the gods may know why you’re fated to one another.

GENERAL WARNINGS: fem!reader, kakin prince!reader, soulmate au, canon divergent, enemies to lovers, abusive relationship with tserriednich/grooming (not intended to be read as sexual), character death (not chrollo or reader), dark themes (carne levare, imperialism, etc), world & character building (i took some creative liberty with what we know for Plot purposes—particularly kakin, meteor city, the mafias, and many of the characters) angst with (mostly) happy ending, wc: 210k so far, 4 more chapters to be written. additional warnings to be added in each chapter.

AUTHOR’S NOTES: hi guys! im rlly excited to share this with you all, i hope you enjoy it im very proud of it. i don’t think i’ll be online much often anymore, but i always appreciate all asks and comments and i will read them all even if i’m not able to respond. i think some other important things to note: i have taken canon and changed a bit to fit what i had planned for this fic. it's nothing too drastic. some minor things about the set up of the succession contest & the princes being free to walk around instead of being confined to rooms. i fleshed all of the princes out a bit more obviously, particularly, benjamin, tserriendich, and luzurus, as well as king nasubi. i took some liberty with the eight queens as well. i switched up a little with the guardian spirit beasts because iirc, the princes can't attack each other bc of them. it diverges from canon pretty quickly, but i think that's to be expected with an additional prince LOL. some other things that i'm sure will be made clear throughout the fic. all this to just essentially warn you again that this is canon divergent, so i'd prefer if people didn't start commenting like "oh that's not how it works" dihfsdfuhasd because i probably am aware i just changed it for plot. i also want to add that reader is very flawed and its apparent early but becomes FAR more apparent in part 2 ….... just a warning

PART ONE: DIES LACRIMOSA

VERSE ONE: KATABASIS, OR JOURNEY OF THE FOOL

VERSE TWO: MATTHEW 10:34–36

VERSE THREE: WELL FED DEVILS AND FAMISHED SAINTS

VERSE FOUR: PARABLE OF THE TWO DEBTORS

VERSE FIVE: WATER OF THE WOMB, BLOOD OF THE COVENANT

VERSE SIX: WHEEL OF FORTUNE

VERSE SEVEN: THE IRON PRICE

VERSE EIGHT: THE HANGED MAN

PART TWO: DIES IRAE

VERSE ONE: WEEP LITTLE LION MAN

VERSE TWO: THE DEVIL

VERSE THREE: THE COWHERD AND THE WEAVERGIRL

VERSE FOUR: BLESSED BE, CHILDREN OF CAIN

VERSE FIVE: JUDGMENT

VERSE SIX: A NEW HEAVEN AND A NEW EARTH

VERSE SEVEN: REVELATION 6; COME YE, HORSEMEN

VERSE EIGHT: ANABASIS, OR DEATH OF A PRINCE

REQUIEM ARANEA, a series of scenes from chrollo's point of view

[frankensteiiin]

I’m obsessed ✌️😸 this is pure peakness guys !!

[arinavah]

haircut

[s4nguiine]

petals and bullets

boothill x fem!reader - pt. 1

» summary: stuck between a controling mother and a husband you did not want, you figure that your only way out is with the blade of a knife.

» rating: eventual nsfw. graphic depictions of violence.

» notes: i'm so down bad for boothill like you wouldn't believe

“please do not take this personally.”

the clock’s ticking is nauseatingly loud in this office.

“it is simply the matter of your husband.”

such sentences are nothing new to you. it’s always your husband. always has been.

“i’m sure you understand what damage it could do to our business if he were to… show up.”

you sit in your chair. rejection is nothing new to you either. and yet the impact never seems to lessen. still, you force on a smile.

“of course. i understand.” pieces of shit. don’t waste my time if you know my husband.

the two interviewers stand up, which you take as your cue to do the same. you shake hands with both.

“good luck out there, miss y/n. i’m sure you’ll find a job soon enough with your skills,” one of them says, and you have to bite your cheek until it bleeds so you don’t start spitting venom at him.

instead you say, “thank you, sir.”

and then you leave, shame hanging heavy off your shoulders. a feeling you know all too well for you to bear. yet you do bear it every single time. someone of your position has no other choice after all.

you stop by a grocery shop on your way home. you only take the barest essentials, since that’s all you need - and then you have to return some of them at the register anyway, because you don’t have enough money.

you would have it. you know you had it. just this morning when you woke up, you checked the contents of your purse - and would you know it, in those 12 hours since then, 2,000 credits must have found their way out. this is no mystery to you of course. you know exactly who the culprit is behind your disappearing money.

it’s your deadbeat drunkard husband.

and that’s exactly who you find passed out on the couch when you get home, surrounded by empty bottles of liquor and who knows what. light cast by the changing pictures on tv dances on his features, swollen by years of alcohol intake. you wave your hand above his head, then poke his cheek. no reaction.

well, that’s a relief at least. now the only one bothering you will be…

“y/n! you’re home, why didn’t you say anything?” speak of the devil, your mother comes waltzing into the living room.

“hello, mother,” you greet her as you shrug off your coat and hang it by the door. you don’t expect a greeting or any heartfelt welcomes back, because you know exactly what’s about to  come.

and just as you expect, your mother starts: “what took you so long? why weren’t you home? who do you think is going to take care of the house if you’re out there doing aeons-know-what?”

“i was getting a job,” you reply, sending a glance your husband’s way, “one of us has to.”

you enter the kitchen and your mother follows, no matter how much you wish she wouldn’t. she continues her usual theatrics: “aeons damn it, y/n, you’re a woman, so act like one! do you know what kind of women work? the poor, husbandless ones!”

and cut! wonderful performance, madam last name! a real tearjerker, this one. let’s take a breather and… and nothing. this isn’t a play, no matter how often you pray that it was. you don’t get to step away from this and take a break. it’s always something. always some noise.

“well, you’ve got one of those right, mother! we are poor, despite there being a man in the house. in fact, why don’t you get off my ass and start pestering my shitty husband into getting a job and get him to stop stealing money for booze?”

you tie an apron around yourself and wash your hands before pulling out some meat and vegetables to cook. with a thick knife in hand, you begin to dice mindlessly. your mother stands next to you, argument unending.

“your husband is wounded! you know that he can’t get a job the way he is!”

this makes you laugh. “wounded? you’re right, he did have a leg wound. 2 years ago, he did! and how did he decide to spend those 2 years? plastered, blackout drunk every other day. sometimes every day. his leg is fine.”

finally, your mother shuts up for a moment while she contemplates what to say next. you’re right. she knows you’re right.

“everything…” your mother lowers her tone, leaning in closer to your face. you don’t give her the satisfaction of looking her in the eye. “everything i’ve done in the last 20 years has been for you.” slice. the flesh under the blade of your knife separates smoothly like butter. “i found you a decent husband. i gave you meaning. what did i get in return? attitude.”

your movements pause, hand resting on a piece of flank. it’s cool against your palm. your mother’s words turn into background noise, melting together into a perfect cacophony of unfulfilled expectations and wishes for a son instead of a daughter.

you can’t take the noise anymore. tinnitus joins the chorus and drowns out the instrumental. and then you glance at the knife in your hand and… everything stops. for the first time in ages, silence - and power. of course. you turn the blade and spot your reflection in it, twisted beyond recognition. once, you were bright. you were joyful, you had hopes for the future. now you’re just tired.

“you should be glad i didn’t let you finish that school, you would be on the streets now!”

you just want some damn quiet!

the knife lifts into the air, then plunges. and after you blink once, twice, you realize that you are still holding it, and that it is bolster-deep inside your mother’s chest. the woman lets out a couple garbled noises of pain, and as her windpipe fills with blood, so does it spill from her lips. her eyes stare at you wide open and shocked. neither of you can believe what just happened.

there is no going back from this, you realize. so you lift your hand once more and pull out. your mother drops to the ground, crawling away from you. her hands are bloody and slippery and she ends up hitting her head on the floor multiple times, until her back hits the wall. she watches with fear as you approach easily, slowly.

“it’s 25 years,” you say. “i’m 25.”

she can only make garbled wheezing noises in reply, and when you crouch to put her out of her misery, your mother makes a sad attempt at fighting you off which results in you nicking yourself a few times. still, she grows weak and you persevere until the knife is lodged in her chest once more, this time aimed at her heart.

your mother’s body sags and her eyes grow unfocused.

it’s over.

7 years of this marriage. 7 years of sidelining your dreams and desires. 7 years lost to pay off your parents’ debt. but now you’re free. no one can tell you what to do. with this knife in your hand you’ve carved your way out. and yet you feel no joy. you feel no regret either. you just feel.. numb, as you stare at your mother’s corpse. blood drips from your fingertips and joins the pool forming on the floor, and you’re not sure how much of it is hers.

you need to leave. now.

it is too early to celebrate; if the authorities catch you like this, then it’s game over.

you look around yourself for a few moments, deciding on your course of actions. at first, you approach your husband with the intention of killing him as well. but then you think about it as you look at his face. he disgusts you. every time you were forced on your knees for him, every night spent acting like the perfect wife, every kiss that stank of alcohol, it all makes you want to hurl. murder would be too quick a punishment for him. may he drink himself to death - he’s not worthy of your blade.

so you slip the bloodstained ring off your finger and you leave it on the coffee table for him to find first thing upon awakening. you then tiptoe around the couch, careful not to wake him too early, and you make your way to the bathroom.

your reflection scares you. somehow in that tussle with your mother your hair got all tangled up. there is a wild look in your wide eyes that you’ve never seen in them before. and most importantly, blood sprays litter your body, clothes and face.

you do your best to wash your face and neck, and although the latter remains somewhat tinted, at least it’s not so noticeable. you don’t have time to take a full shower though, and as your fear that someone has called the police on the commotion in your apartment, you don’t change into clean clothes either.

you simply rush back to the living room area, grab your coat and knife and all the money you have, and you leave.

the crisp, cold air hits your lungs. you are shaking, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the cold or because of the adrenaline rush. and now, as your legs mindlessly take you through the city, you wonder what to do next. you have nowhere to go. nowhere to return. perhaps it was stupid to think you could escape the authorities in this city.

or perhaps you weren’t thinking outside the box. maybe you don’t need to stay on the planet entirely.

an IPC cargo ship stands at the docks, a potential ticket out for you. you know how to fix stuff, and all you need is confidence to convince people that you were supposed to get hired today, there must have been some mistake in their system. people forget stuff all the time anyway.

you sneak over to one of the boxes being loaded into the ship, and after a bit of struggle you manage to pry it open and climb inside. it’s not exactly spacious and whatever is inside is made of metal that is cold to the touch. still, you persevere, and just a few moments later you feel yourself being jostled and carried somewhere. your heart is beating out of your chest but you manage not to let a sound out.

you wait for what feels like hours. things outside eventually quiet down and when you feel like you can’t take the stuffy air inside the box anymore, you push it open and crawl outside.

this is a mistake that makes your entire plan crumble.

there comes the familiar sound of a gun clicking from behind you, then a drawl: “well i’ll be forked.”

[nvuy]

[mostly-imagines]

Careless Accidents

jason todd x fem!reader

aka you get hurt and jason’s pissed

warnings: reader’s wrist is accidentally sprained from being grabbed to hard

You could hear scuttling from somewhere else in the garden, an estate more than sizable enough than the game afoot.

You were under the distinct impression though that the bats and birds are playing with you similar to how they would a child. Slower, weaker, and less experienced than the big kids. You weren't complaining though. Because, frankly, it was stressful. They tend to operate more like they’re in a warzone than a game, you felt like you were about to be sniped out at any second.

Rightfully so, apparently, seeing how silently Stephanie had crept up on you.

“Hey,” Stephanie hissed, ignoring the way you jumped. “We’re doing alright for ourselves,” she said smugly. 

“Yeah,” you’d nodded, like you agreed with her more than you probably did. 

“Okay listen, I think the flag—” what flag? “—is by the fountain so, I think because there’s three of us and two of them, we should bait-and-switch.”

“We’re on teams?” you asked, no longer completely sure you know what you’re playing. 

“We are now!” she smiled, starting to run. “I’ll bait!”

She stopped briefly in her tracks and turned back to you hissing, “Don’t trust Cass,” before scurrying away.

Rather than sit around and wait there for…something?...to happen, you jumped up darting in the opposite direction with little to no indication whether this is a good move.

What you didn’t see is Cass rapidly approaching from your rear. 

What you also didn’t see was Dick crouched down in a row of shrubbery, which gave him the perfect opportunity to snatch your arm up and yank you down with him. You’d mewled a bit as your wrist made contact harshly with the grass, immediately buckling under you.

Cass was keen to your pain immediately, slowing her sprint to a stroll as she observed you.

“Are you okay?” she signs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” 

The response was instinctual and you didn’t actually have time to register whether or not you were okay by the time you gave it. 

You pushed up on your elbows, trying to figure out whether Dick is even on your team, but the way the others approached had you halting consideration. They’re savvy to the situation at a speed in which you can only attribute to their vigilantism, looking at you with concern. 

“You good?” Tim asked, approaching languidly.

“That looked like it hurt,” Cass commented, crouching down next to you to see your wrist better.

Dick shook his head, “No, she’s okay.” He turned to you, prodding, “You’re okay.”

“Yeah, I’m, um…” you winced, looking at your wrist. “It hurts a little.”

Cass examined it closely, tilting it gently to the side. “It might be sprained.”

Dick paled. 

“No.”

Tim pointed a thumb back towards the manor, “We can get it wrapped upstairs.”

“No.”

You were only then able to clock the barely contained grin on Stephanie’s face, begging to break.  

“Ooooh. He’s gonna kill you.”

Cass had then kindly offered to take you inside and wrap it up for you, which you accepted, unexpecting of the plus-one of Dick trailing behind you like a guilty puppy all the while.

“You know I didn’t mean to grab you that hard right? I—” 

Cass laughs quietly as she wraps the bandage around your wrist, amused by Dick’s now-third explanation/apology for the incident. 

“I know, Dick,” you say, trying to appease him. 

“I’m sorry,” he tells you genuinely, but you can tell there’s more there that he isn’t verbalizing.

You nod, “I know, Dick. It’s okay. It was just an accident.”

Cass pins the wrapping in place securely and with a smile, signs to you that she’s all done. 

You rotate your arm a bit, testing your movement under the wrap. As Cass leaves with the first aid kit, Dick remains sat at your side, leg thumping up and down.

He takes a deep breath, “What if…what if you avoid him until it heals?”

“Dick.”

He takes your uninjured hand in his with urgency in his eyes, 

He looks down at your jointed hands before loosening his already mild grip significantly.

“Are you going to tell him?” he asks, looking like he’s bracing for bad news.

You shake your head sympathetically, “No. I can’t guarantee you that he won’t find out, but I won’t tell him.”

Dick takes a deep breath, looking at the ground with intense focus. “Okay. Okay.” He stands, “I need to go.”

You watch in amused bewilderment as he staggers out the door, looking around frantically. 

Within the next few minutes, he creates and enacts his plan A. He walks into the living room, sitting down next to a very disinterested Tim, eyes forward and serious.

“I’ll give you two grand right now if you tell him it was you.”

Tim barks out, “Absolutely not.” He looks at his brother, still laughing. “No fucking way.”

Dick breaks the serious facade immediately, looking at him. “Five.”

A deadpan from Tim. 

“You don’t have five thousand dollars.”

Dick throws his head back, back thudding against the couch. “Dude, please! He’ll kill me!”

Tim scoffs, “He’d kill me!”

Dick huffs, “No, it’s different for me! Do you have any idea how many times he told me not to do that?” 

“Well then it sounds like you fucked up,” Tim sneers.

“Oh my God.”

He takes off again, combing through different rooms in the house with hope of finding a quick but effective hiding place for, say, the next twenty years?

He bursts through the study, unwittingly interrupting Bruce and Alfred having a discussion over tea.

The latter sits up with a tense brow, “Master Dick?”

The former turns around in his seat, “What’s the matter?”

Dick struggles for a second before confessing, “I accidentally sprained someone's wrist.” 

Bruce scans his face slowly, nodding. “Alright…you’ll have to take responsibility for their patrol duties—”

Dick cuts him off with a sharp breath, “Said person doesn’t have any patrol duties to be affected...”

Bruce processes for a moment before shaking his head.

“I can’t help you.”

Dick’s panic takes over again, prompting him to continue his scurry through the room, towards the other door.

Alfred interrupts his process with a very logical argument, “You don’t think running away will make this worse, Master Dick?”

“I—I don’t know!” Dick whines, stopping in his tracks. “I don’t know what to do!”

Bruce purses his lips, gesturing, “Dick, when you make a mistake…you have to submit to the consequences, you know that.”

Dick gapes, “This is not a normal consequence!”

Meanwhile, you’ve busied yourself with fiddling with the knick knacks and mementos lining the shelves of Jason’s childhood bedroom. 

You’re admiring a picture of him and Alfred from when he was young as the door creaks open behind you. 

“Sweetheart?” Your boyfriend calls out, head barely poked in through the crack.

“Hey, Jay,” you smile, setting the picture frame back on the shelf.

He enters fully, covered in motor oil and grease, and smiles his sweet, easy smile when he sees you. 

Moving onto the next trinket on the shelf, you pick up a stuffed animal placed intentionally at the front. Your gaze finds the mirror, watching his reflection as he pulls the stained shirt off his back. 

You smile to yourself, noticing the way his back muscles flex as he adjusts. “How’s the bike?”

“Better than it was this morning,” he sighs. “Where’ve you been?”

He turns around to look at you, taking easy steps towards you. 

You return the toy elephant to its place, moving to face him. “Uh, we were outside, playing…at least three separate games at once.”

The second you’re in proximity, your hands join like it’s second nature. 

He nods, all too familiar with the family’s unique methods of gamefair.

“Did th—” He looks down at your intertwined hands, brow furrowing as soon as he spots the bandage wrapped around your wrist. “What happened?”

You glance down, shrugging. “Overexerted myself playing tag.”

He looks at you skeptically, but says nothing about it.

He turns your hand over gently, asking, “Is it sprained?”

You nod, relaxed. “Yeah. Cass said it’s mild.”

“Does it still hurt?”

“No,” you say, sweeping his hair back with your other hand. “Barely hurt then.”

He nods, but he doesn’t look satisfied with the conversation.

Regardless, he turns away again, shuffling through a drawer for a clean shirt. 

“You, uh, you wanna stay for dinner tonight?” he asks, pulling his arms through, his head following. 

“Yeah,” you say gaily. “Alfred said he’s making his ‘special spaghetti’, apparently it’s a household favorite?”

He wavers, halfway to between decisions. “Yeah…”

He huffs quietly, turning back to face you fully. “Can I see it?”

You nod, happy to ease his mind. 

You start to unwrap the bandaging, him doing half the work for you. The work is done silently until your wrist is exposed, revealing your bruised skin.

You both see it at the same time—the hand-shaped bruise wrapped around your wrist.

You’re both quiet for a second—him putting pieces together and you waiting for the shoe to drop.

He takes off suddenly, clearly having come to a likely very accurate conclusion about what had happened.

“Fucking idiot—”

You try for his hand but he’s out of reach before you can grab it.

“I’ll be right back,” he grumbles behind him.

“Jason—” you sigh, “At least help me wrap it back up first.”

He hesitates, halfway to the door, ultimately returning to you in defeat. He takes your forearm gently, scanning it over again before beginning to wrap it.

You watch his face closely, noting the clear vexation. “It was just an accident,” you tell him. 

He scoffs, “It better have been.”

You drop your shoulders and lull your head to the side. “Jason. I’m not made of glass, you can’t expect other people to act like it.”

“I don’t. I expect him to mind his own strength, and if he can’t do that, he needs to keep his fucking hands to himself.”

You sigh, “Just don’t do anything harsh. Please. I think he’s worried you’re gonna punch him.”

“He should be,” he says shortly. He finishes off the wrapping, pinning it in place firmly. 

You grab onto his forearm before he can pull away, “You’re not going to. Right?”

He doesn’t answer so you try to make his gaze meet yours, “Right?”

His eyes roll, “Yeah, fine.”

You smile, holding his face. “I love you.”

He huffs as though he’s inconvenienced, but confesses the obvious truth nonetheless. “I love you.”

He looks you in the eye, face serious. “You promise me it doesn’t hurt?”

“I promise,” you nod, brushing your fingers against his palm.

“Dick!”

The angry voice bellows through the tall halls of the manor, heavy footsteps thudding.

He stomps into the living room, Tim, Cass, and Stephanie watching the entryway with wide eyes. 

“Where is he?”

Unwitting shoulders shrug and heads shake. Truthfully, at that. Dick, smartly, did not tell anyone where he was hiding. 

Jason scans the trios faces, looking for any sign of apprehension.

He clocks the grin shamelessly plastered across his sister's face quickly. “Stephanie?”

“I don’t know,” she says honestly. “But let me know when you find him, I wanna see—”

But Jason’s moving onto the next room before she can get the last words out.

He enters the dining room, looking right to left before finding his target, halfway to stuffing himself behind the fine china cabinet in the corner.

There’s a brief, tense moment in between where the pair realize what they’re seeing and when Dick sets off in a sprint towards the kitchen, Jason quick on his tail. 

“Really? Really?” Jason shouts. 

“It was an accident! It was a fucking—” 

He narrowly dodges a swipe from Jason, then ducking before a ladle could make contact with his head.

“Are you stupid? Are you the dumbest motherf—”

Dick rounds the kitchen island as fast as possible, Jason testing him on the other side.

Dick takes a breath, “Dude, it’s fine now, it’s not that big of a—”

Jason recoils, “‘It’s not a big deal’? Come here. Let me sprain your wrist, asshole!”

He circles the counter quicker than the elder boy can think to move away and lunges at him. 

Dick throws his hands up in front of him, “Wait, wait, wait! Truce! Truce! Truce?”

Jason drops his shoulders, leveling his older brother with a look. “You can’t call a truce if you’re the only one who did anything wrong.”

“I…” It doesn’t take him long to piece together that his defense makes no sense, so he resorts to his last option. 

“Please?” Dick asks, nothing short of imploring. 

Jason relents—slightly—upon hearing his brother's tone, but still finds it in him to shove him, though not nearly as hard as he’d been planning to. 

“I told you a hundred fucking times not to grab her so hard—” 

Dick nods heavily, waving a hand. “I know, I know—”

“Clearly you fucking don’t!” Jason shouts. He huffs, running a hand over his face. “You sprained her wrist. You’ve been doing this vigilante shit for fifteen years, how do you still not fucking know how to control your own strength?”

Dick grimaces, “I do! I do, I just screwed up, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t—” Jason narrowly holds back a scowl, “Did you apologize to her?”

 “Yeah, of course I did!”

For a split second, Jason looks ready to keep arguing before purposefully dropping the anger from his body. 

The resulting relief almost drowns Dick.

It only lasts a moment though, before Jason looks at him again, sneering, “Idiot,” before pushing him once more. 

“Jason.”

Your voice has Jason dropping all turbulence in an instant. He and Dick both whip their heads towards the door, equally unexpecting of the interruption. 

You tilt your head at your boyfriend with a knowing but disappointed stare.

He looks back at you like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, lips parted.

“I didn’t hit him.”

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[cree-n-jewish-thoughts-deactiva]

People,

Many of us still care about the horrible state of Ukraine. We still support you, we still see you suffering.

Right now, Jews are fighting to be seen as human, our right to exist.

We are fighting a battle right now, for our lives. Yes we are paying attention to Israel, but not because it's "worse, or bigger". It's our home and we are also fighting for it to be safe.

We do not forget Ukraine needs help, support and vision.

Please understand Jews are having a difficult time all over the world, just for who we are, it's not even isolated in the warring area. So we may be talking a lot about us, but we still know you need support too.

[shiny-jr]

not my world [ prologue ]

– Summary: One day you wake in a foreign world with nothing to your name except the clothes on your back. A talking cat named Grim, gives you your only lead to return home. Seek out the seven gods and pray they answer your plea.

– Warning: Yes, this series is a yandere thing, although this post really isn't. Gender-neutral reader.

– Characters: Grim.

– Note: Think of this like a test, just to see how it's received. Yes, this is based off that outlander post I made a while ago. I was thinking I could make this a long-lasting series. However, it really depends how y'all like it. There's not too much going on here, because I'm trying to set the scene and I wrote it all fairly quickly. However, it's just a small taste. So, let me know what y'all think.

– Pages: 11

“So… you’re saying that you woke up here on this beach with no explanation, but you’re from another world so you have no idea where you are? You fell asleep in your own bed, in your own home, and now you’re here, with no way to go back?” 

As far fetched as it sounded, you could only grimly nod. A dream, this should’ve just been a nightmare. But that was confirmed to be false when you pinched yourself multiple times and tried to splash yourself with the nearby ocean water. Everything felt so real, from the sand between your toes to the breeze in the air and the sunlight drying the water off the surface of your flesh. You wanted it to be nothing but a dream, especially when you found a talking cat with a forked tail and blue fire in his ears. 

This was your third attempt trying to explain things to this impish but rather harmless little furball, and each time he seemed more puzzled than the last. His little black nose twitched as he sat in front of you, his paws digging into the sand as those strange eyes of his studied you closely. His voice was grating, high-pitched, speaking with a tone of doubt. “You don’t look like you’re from any of the seven nations. No pointed ears, no beast features, not even a magestone to your name! Well, it makes sense. A nobody like you obviously wouldn’t have a magestone anyways.” 

That was probably meant to be an insult, but considering you didn’t even know what a magestone was, you didn’t really take any offense at all. Pointed ears, beast features, magestones, annoying talking cats– you really didn’t care about any of that. “Because I’m not from whatever seven nations there are. I already told you where I’m from.” 

“Yeah, well I never heard of wherever it was you said. So get lost, would you, human? I’ve claimed this beach alrea–” 

A low growl rang in the air. Swiftly you scanned your surroundings, fearful that you were about to be attacked by some mythical beast. However, when you looked back to the feline who now looked quite ashamed, you realized the noise came from his stomach. Actually, the little fellow seemed pretty scrawny, and you could just barely make out the shape of his ribs poking out of his sides. 

Standing up, you brushed off the sand clinging to the oversized t-shirt you fell asleep in. Thankfully, you at least had sandals, which was better than waking up here barefoot. With one look around, there didn’t appear to be anyone for miles, and no sign of civilization here. Leaving the cat as your only option to turn to, as jarring as it was to be speaking to a cat. “Er… Look, if you could at least help me find people, a shelter, a city, something– then I’ll see about getting you something to eat. Deal?” 

“I don’t need your help! But… I’m curious, so I’ll follow anyway.” 

“Great…” You sigh, as you decide to follow a path that leads away from the shoreline and into woodlands. At the very least, you were not completely alone. This would be much more terrifying if you had woken up and there was absolutely no one around. “So, do you have a name or are you, like, feral?” 

“I’m not feral!” It hissed as it walked in tandem beside you, keeping up with your steady pace. “Since I am so great, I will allow you to know my name. I am the all-mighty Grim! One-of-a-kind and destined to one day become strong, powerful enough to defeat even the seven gods!” 

“Seven gods…?” Was this some sort of fantasy setting? It had to be. First he mentioned pointed ears and beast-people, and you were having a conversation with a talking cat! Maybe seven gods were the least outlandish thing you’ve heard today. “Well, I’m (Y/n).” 

“You’ve never heard of The Seven? How stupid could you be?” 

You frowned at his toothy little grin as he ridiculed you for your knowledge on a place you just ended up in. “Well excuse me for not knowing anything about this place I just ended up in!” Tearing your gaze away, you saw a cabin up ahead. It appeared abandoned, so there wasn’t any hope of seeing another person yet. Still, there may be something useful inside, so you approach. 

Trying the knob, you found the lock jammed. The wood of the front door was rotting, some of it in splitters and the windows were shattered. With a few strong kicks, the door became dislodged and finally gave way beneath the pressure. 

“You’re excused– hey! Tuna!” You didn’t even bother stopping the feline when he rushed into the abandoned cabin, sprinting after the few cans of tuna he spotted on an old table. At least he would get to eat. 

You didn’t particularly care for canned fish that’s been sitting there for who knows how long. In practically a blink of the eye he had devoured three whole cans of the stuff and licked the remnants off of his whiskers. 

“Okay, okay, since I feel so bad for you, and because you found these tuna cans, I’ll be your guide. That way, I don’t owe you nothin’ after this! Maybe one day, if you’re still around, you’ll see me ascend to the ranks among the archons and you can brag like I knew him! Isn’t Grim so cool and praise worthy? I might even remember you and accept your prayers! You can thank me now.” 

At his smug expression, you squinted incredulously as he began walking down the path in the middle of the woods once more. Following hesitantly, thankful there was daylight and this seemed like a particularly nice forest, save for the very depths of it further away from the road that were dark due to the cover of leaves and branches above. However, the trees closest to you weren’t so dense, and the sunlight filtered through the thin foliage. The dirt road was wide, but slightly covered with scattered blades of grass and underbrush, as if no one had used it in a long while. Squirrel-like critters darted about in trees, strange fruits hung on low-branches, and foreign flowers sprouted alongside little ponds. 

“I’ll thank you after an explanation and a little help. So, what’s this about gods?” 

“Let’s see… I’ll put it so simple that even a baby can understand! There are seven nations, and each one has a god. These gods are super-powerful! I’m talking crazy-strong, like they can level mountains and raise the sea type of miracles!” 

As he strolled beside you, his forked-tail swished back and forth. For now it seemed like he knew where he was going, so hopefully that was a good sign. Right now, you had no idea what to do or how to get home. However, if magic existed in this realm, then surely there would be some way to get back. There had to be, for your own peace of mind. 

“Maybe if you pray to one, you’ll get an answer. But the chances of that are pretty much zero, because only idiots rely on the gods since they almost never answer. You’d have a better chance trying to actually meet one of them and try to talk to them in person, but good luck with that!” 

As the road neared a cliff, you caught a glimpse of the scenery. It was a kingdom, a whole city that began right at the edge of a vast meadow. The rolling valley ended at a river, across a wide stone bridge where the city began. Miles and miles of cobblestone roads lined with two to three-story buildings, and rising above it all was a white palace with red conical roofs that pierced the very sky. It looked fantastical, like something straight out of a peculiar little story book, especially considering how unnaturally bright the flowers were and how there was the occasional mushroom as tall as a tree. 

Never before in your entire life had you ever seen a single place like this. Some stupid naive little part of yourself had hoped that perhaps you were still in your world, but this was simply proof that tore that little shred of hope to bits. “What is this place…?” 

He paused to scratch a spot behind his ear. “That’s the capital city of Heartslabyul. You see that big palace all the way over there? That’s where the god of fire lives. One day, I’m gonna live in a place even bigger, grander, than that! My worshippers will build, brick by brick, a towering temple that reaches the very heavens! It’ll make that palace look puny in comparison!” 

Dumbfounded, you nearly get left behind in your stupor once the feline begins to walk down a rocky slope again. You follow, as Grim yammered on and on, “Fire is harsh, just like that place. Trust me, I tried staking a claim there, but I was kicked out! Can you believe it? Me! They just threw me out as if I were nothing! Anyways, I already forgot what you were looking for, but whatever it is, you’ll probably find something there––” 

“A way home?” You reminded him, a tiny bit irked that he seemed to forget so easily. For such a haughty little beast with nothing to his name, he was very conceited. 

“Ooh yeah, right. That. Gods have all this magic and wisdom from their years and stuff, so they gotta know something. But if I were a god, I wouldn’t answer you, to be honest.” 

Grumpily you point out the obvious. This cat-like creature was far from the divine that you were currently picturing. “You’re not a god.” 

Yowling in response, Grim shot back with irritation, “Yet! Not a god yet!” When he spat, a small puff of smoke and a spark of flames he tried to aim at the dirt caused his blue ear flames to flicker stronger until one stray flame popped like a hot scorching coal. It went flying directly at your face, and all you could do was react quickly enough to try and step back while your arms and hands covered your face. 

However, no pain ever came. “How are you doing that?!” 

“Doing what? And you need to watch it with––” When you began to lower your arms, you saw it. When you had shielded yourself, your knuckles had been against your cheek and so your palm was facing outward. Floating in your open palm, was that small spark that came from his ears and nearly burned you. Immediately your eyes widened, and the surprise didn’t end there. As if fluctuating with your shock, the fire became a small yet harsh monetary crackling burst that caused both you and the feline to yelp and stumble back in disbelief until your palms were normal once again. 

“You big fat liar! You do know magic! Where’s your magestone?” 

Seeing his gray fur stand on edge, you quickly answered, seemingly just as confused as he currently was. “I-I don’t, I swear! I don’t even have a wizardstone! That has never happened to me before! This, magic, stuff like that, talking cats, huge mushrooms, none of this is supposed to be real!” 

“Magestone! Not wizardstone! M-A-G-E!” 

“Same difference, what do I care?” You had to double-check your hands, wanting to trick yourself again into believing it was something that could be easily explained. Yet this didn't seem like that. This was something else entirely that didn’t make sense, it couldn't be explained. Not while you were still reeling and staring at your own two hands in utter disbelief. “What the hell was that…?” 

Sniffing the air around you, Grim paced slowly around you as his whiskers twitched with each sniff. After several rounds circling you, he plopped down in front of you and peered up at you quizzically. “I really don’t smell a magestone on you… but you used my fire! It was blue! Everyone knows you can’t use magic without one! Wait a moment… this is perfect!” Immediately brightening up, the little creature gave a toothy grin as he declared, “From now on, you will be my servant! One day when I am a god, I will make you a demi-god! Everyone knows the great gods have divine or mystic servants of some kind! So you will be my henchman! Count yourself blessed, human.” 

“What…?” For now you didn’t even want to touch anything, especially yourself. What if you just tapped something and it was set ablaze? Although you felt fine physically, you were not completely okay. Mentally your mind was scrambled with trying to comprehend everything going on and being said, and now you had the additional burden of accidentally burning everything you touched. 

“Maybe it has to do with the fact that you aren’t from here, so this world’s rules don’t even apply to you… yeah, that’s it! This is great! Does this mean you can wield other elements? We should try! If it storms tonight, we’ll stand at the highest cliff and wait for lightning to strike!” 

“Definitely not!” You screech in reply, currently trying to prevent yourself from panicking and having a destructive mental breakdown all at the same time. Keeping your arms away from your body and fingers spread apart, you tentatively try grabbing stones and sticks and blades of grass to test the ability and see if anything would be set ablaze. And yet, nothing happened, so you slowly began to relax, as much as was possible in that moment. 

Grim watched with great intrigue, hoping, wishing, to see you burn something straight with your hands. However, when he saw not a single spark or sign of smoke, he sighed, “Don’t you realize the possibilities! A small chosen few can wield magic like that, and even then, it’s only one element! This means that you might be able to do more! We’ll be legendary, beating every foe we come across!” 

“Woah, woah, woah, who said anything about beating foes?” Cutting off that idea right now before it would get out of hand. It had only been a few minutes, not even an hour, and even you could see that Grim was a handful. “I am no fighter. If I magically somehow have these weird abilities now, doesn’t mean I want to fight with them. Are you insane? The most I’ll do is like… instantly heat up my food or make a light in the dark. That’s it. Actually, that first one sounds pretty useful…” 

Angrily throwing his paws up in exasperation while falling back on some patches of grass, he groaned, “Ugh, but that’s so boringggg! Where’s your creativity? You could become a god among gods!” 

Choosing to ignore his less than enthusiastic response, you proceeded, drawing his attention back to something he recently mentioned. Awkwardly you grip your hands, twisting your wrist between your fingers, yet nothing hurts. Everything felt normal, as if you hadn’t just wielding fire a minute ago. “You said a god of fire resided over there in that city, right?” 

“Yeah, you’ll fit right in with all those hot-headed fire-breathers now that you have a bit of magic.” 

As the two of you neared the bottom of the cliff and approached a smaller section of the forest that would lead directly to the road that branched off into either a vast meadow or the gates of the kingdom, the world seemed to stop when a loud rumbling rang through the air. The birds ceased their singing songs and the squirrelish creatures paused their chittering chattering. The ground shook and in the far distance, miles and miles behind the palace where there looked to be nothing but untamed wilderness, balls of fire spewed forth from what you had thought were mountains but were actually volcanoes. Seeing the smoke pour out from the peak, you debated running right back to the beach which was in the opposite direction of the rupture in the earth. 

While initially startled, Grim quickly relaxed and began his walking again just as the sounds of nature resumed their tune. As if by some miraculous work of magic, the volcano stopped its rumbling just as quickly as it began, and the smoke receded as well. Like a pot popping on a stovetop and simmering over with water, but its vapor and contents contained by a top, that’s how rapidly it started and ended. Grim proceeded to walk in front of you to lead the way. Sensing your question before you even voiced it, he called out over his shoulder, 

“Don’t look so panicked, we’re not gonna die. That happens like once a week. It used to be more sparse but… well, like I said, all the humans in the kingdom are a buncha hotheads. Especially their king! Everyone knows the god of pyro has the worst temper of all the seven, that’s why the volcanoes go off when he’s all angry! All you gotta do is gather up the courage to ask him what you want to know, and pray that he doesn’t incinerate you where you stand.”

[kuzume]

Toge Accidentally Uses His Cursed Speech on You [SMAU + Story]

🔅Content: angst, injury, s2 spoilers, gn! reader, implied relationship, mentions of death (civilians), slight cursing, Shibuya trauma

🔅Synopsis: After the events of the Shibuya Incident, you haven't heard from Toge ever since. You decided to go to him but the both of you get into an arguement and out of frustration... he spoke.

🔅a/n: This is essentially a "PART 2." Read [Texting Them During the Shibuya Incident] for better context and setting the mood

🔅Toge Inumaki🔅

🔅Word Count: 3.3K words

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You jumped off of the stone wall, trying to gently land over some of bushes, trying your best to absorb most the shock onto your healed leg. However, the pouring rain caused the soil beneathe you to turn into wet mud, causing you to lose your balance and immediately slip upon landing.

You slightly winced, hurt as your whole body fell further into the ground, failing to protect your broken leg from receiving zero pain.

'I deserved that' you thought to yourself. Afterall, there was no one else to blame this accident on other than you.

You came here on your own accord, jumping over a wall no one told you to, who else would have been responsible? 'Maybe Toge, if only he had sent just one text message explaining himself', you thought to yourself in your defense. But still, you honestly can't bring yourself to blame him, afterall, you figured he's been going through so much right now.

From the window, Toge saw your failed attempt at a perfect landing, and without a second thought, he quickly stood up and put on his robe, immediately hurrying to tie the knot closed, rushing to get to you.

Instinctively, he went to reach for both strings of the robe, but it was only when he couldn't feel the soft, towel-like strips of one of fabrics did a sudden realization hit him:

His arm. He only had one arm now.

It was another instance for him to be reminded that he had lost a part of his body: a horrible mark of the events in Shibuya, a memory of all the lives he wasn't able to save, a reminder of all the friends he had failed to protect....

A sickening darkness grew at the pit of his stomach once more as he recalled all those horrible memories.... it was the same awful feeling he'd been experiencing these past few days while he was all alone, trapped in his room, and never even having a second's worth of peace.

Shaking his head, he pushed away those thoughts for the time being and just let the robe loosly hang over him, his only arm going inside one of the sleeves.

Toge was still not used to how to maneauver his body right now, so much so that he still has to even remind himself from time to time about the new state of his physical appearance.

He hurried out of his room and into the garden, little splashes from the puddles staining his legs on the way. When he reached you, you open your eyes, taking your attention off of the pain you felt in your leg to find Toge hovering over you.

Surprised you were when you first laid eyes on him. He was wearing his robe open to you, allowing it to show all the dark bruises, scars, and thick bandages covering his bare upper torso. It was a painful sight to see.

Other than the appearance of his physical condition, he looked awful, emotionally. The bags under his eyes becoming evidence for his lack of sleep while his pupils showed a loss of light in them. His expression was exhausted, and his aura was different- not like the usual playful and relaxed Toge you once knew.

Seeing him as he stood in front of you now.... it felt like he was a different person, and you were taken aback for a moment because of it.

"...Mustard leaf?" His voice was dry and his tone low- more empty of life.... but he still somehow manage to speak with just a bit of genuine concern as his eyebrows expressed slight hints of sadness and worry.

His form slowly crouched down, mildly struggling to bend downward himself from all the injuries he had on his side.

Using his only arm and his body as a support for you, he helped you stand up. You were able to feel him struggle slightly, Toge's body slightly more unsteady and frail as the both of you walked- His breath quietly quivering with each step, and he would take a sharp inhale of air every time you leaned just a little too much on him as he helped carry you over to the nearest gazeebo.

You felt bad for making him lift you... for making him drenched along with you.

Regardless, even if you refused, no way would Toge leave you alone in the rain, all sad and pitiful.

Despite the fact that he had been ignoring you for days, his actions now had served as a reminder that he did in fact still cared about you, you took note.

Yes, there had been a bit of akward tension with the current situation the both of you were in, but he would never even dare of becoming so uncaring and hurt your feelings to do anything like that

...right?

Toge was trying to carefully set your body down on one of the benches, mildly challenged as he did so while keeping his gaze low.

Perhaps he was embarassed that he's not used to maneuvering around with a missing arm just yet, or he's embarassed at the fact you came all this way and somehow endded up getting hurt just because he never replied to you.

You felt small stinging sensations underneathe your cast as you were as you gently settle on your seat, slighthly gripping your fist to hold back the pain you felt in your right leg.

You spoke up, a bit embarassed "... sorry... for making you come out like this..." A quiet moment passed before he responded by shaking his head gently, lightly waving off his hand as he gestured a polite 'don't mind it'.

It was silent, only the sounds emitting noise being the rain hitting the soil and the droplets trippling the roof above you.

"Salmon roe." Softly, he spoke, and you slowly drove your gaze towards him, his eyes looking at you seriously. With slow movements, he gently gestured towards the house, then towards the garage, then at you. Your eyes furrow at the action, understanding what he wanted to comunicate despite lacking the use of words.

"...No, I don't want to be taken back to the school after a shower." You said quietly, a slightly stubborn attitude taking over as you look away in disagreement. But this wasn't a good time to argue. He absolutely wasn't in the mood to bicker and wanted to get away from anything and everything stressful adding to his plate.

He gestured again to the house, then at the garage but a bit more sternly, to which you reply a cold hard refusal.

"...No." in an equally stern attitude, you stated, a slight glimpse of sorrow seeping through your voice as you look down "....I'm not going."

Toge showed hints of frustration, his expression a bit more irritated but also trying his best to retain his composure towards you, but his emotions were beginning to get the best of him once more.

It wasn't like Toge at all: Toge who was always so patient and calm... what exactly changed him since Shibuya? One can't help but wonder what were all the things a person had seen to make him act so different.

"Toge. Look at you. You were already gone for DAYS and not talking to ANYBODY" You gestured towards his body then at his face worriedly "You're thinner and lost the hope you had in your eyes... what happened to you..? What did you see...?" You spoke with worry. "it's scary to think what else you're going through while you coop yourself up in that room by yourself...."

He remained quiet, understanding where you're coming from.

It did make him feel a bit bad, suddenly leaving everyone to find out for themselves what was happening to him. But he figured that everyone was probably having their own mental breakdowns during this time as well, so maybe they need some time to process it too-... or that's what he wanted to believe the case to be.

In truth, he just wanted to rot and drown in his own suffering alone.

You were his best possible source of comfort, and he never even given himself the choice to be consoled by you. In fact, you were the last person he wanted to be with right now.

He didn't deserve your affectionate gazes, your gentle touches, your soft voice, your reassuring words... he knew you would be the gateway to end his suffering... but that's the thing, he refused this comfort willingly, he doesn't want this depressing feleing to end.

Toge let himself sulk in his own misery, torturing himself. All because he believes he deserves it.

"Toge, I know it's just horrible, everything. It's absolute bullshit.. But I hope staying quiet here for days had given you the time you needed to be by yourself.... staying alone in your room any longer might do more damage to you than you think."

You were right, he thought. But it didn't matter to him.

He wanted to drown in suffering, hoping one day he may never wake up from it.

But that would mean escaping his own sins- so he always found himself needing to take back what he said mentally, remembering to endure the twisted thoughts seeping into his mind.

"Toge... I saw their bodies too... some of them, at least... When they took some of them back to the hospital... Our friends..." your voice spoke weakly, almost as if it was about to break as you lightly tremble.

You weren't there, and you felt bad about it. The most you could've done was helping in treating the survivors with your amateur use of Reversed Curse Technique while listening to their horrific experiences.

"... I can't unsee it... though... it made me think about you... I can't ever imagine what it must've been like for you in there." With a shakey breath, you whispered, trying to even comprehend the scenes he must've witness or the weight of responsibility Toge must be pinning on himself.

Suddenly, a wave of flashing images enter Toge's mind as if a slideshow started playing. The memories were accompanied by the same sinking and gut wretching feeling he had during that night, the same feeling he thought he was able to surpress well enough these past few days for it to never re-emerge again.

You lifted your head towards him, a knowing look and spoke with s worried tone. "Toge... whatever happened to the civilians in Shibuya was not your fault."

Your sudden choice of words had taken him aback.

'You heard what happened?' He first thought to himself, but then an immediate tightness was present in his chest and his breath had gotten caught in his throat.

'That's wrong.'

'It was my fault.'

'I led them there.'

'All the civilian's deaths were because I led them there. All of them.'

He didn't want you to know, he prayed you wouldn't find out.

There was so much shame that he felt whenever he would remember that he was the cause for leading so many people to their deaths.

He felt so much shame that he couldn't even dare face you, which was another reason why he's been pushing you away for days on end.

"...I can't imagine what you must've felt, but I know it was horrible." You said, speaking with such a pained and concerned voice.

You understood how this might've made Toge feel, and you knew he would be blaming himself for all the unpredictable deaths of those innocent lives that were caught up in Sukuna's attack... which is why you made the effort to be there for him.

"...n..."

His voice hitched quietly, his mind whispering for you to stop. His breathing got heavier as if the air suddenly thickened; His jaw lightly trembling as he remembered.

Everything else around him becoming mere background noise to him, his awareness to his surroundingsfading. He couldn't think straight.

You noticed his sudden shift in behavior, his previous stoic and serious demeanor disappearing. His body was tensed and his expression stiff, terrified even.

"....s...to..."

It was barely audible, and all you could hear was a low and shakey grunt.

"What...?" Was all you could reply, unable to hear his quiet whispers.

"....n...o."

Once more, he silently whispered.

Concerned, you slowly began reaching for him, ever so gently touching his arm with the tips of your fingers to ease him, to ease his nerves, however, it only did quite the opposite.

At the moment, he only felt your touch, every other one of his senses drowning into nothigness. The moment your hand glazed the skin of his arm, the memories suddenly flooded his mind. The deaths of civillians, the transfigurations, the sorcerers getting killed... It was all too much for him. Too much.

Overwhelmed, he did the unthinkable. Suddenly...

"G..."

He spoke.

"..GET AWAY FROM ME" Toge yelled, quickly retracting his arm away from you by instinct.

With that being said, the curse fulfilled the command.

The next thing you knew, you felt yourself harshly sent flying from one end to the other, across the entire backyard of the clan's abode.

It didn't feel like it was just a gust of wind like you had imagined, no. It felt like suddenly being struck by a train at high speed or hitting the concrete after falling from a building the second the curse was activated.

Toge's eyes widened and immediately snapped towards your direction when he heard the sound of your voice screaming as you were being thrown.

It didn't help that your instincts came at the worst possible time. In a pitiful attempt to lessen the impact of the fall, you allowed your body to make use of its training, instinctively posing the way you were always taught to land while sparring with Maki and the others.

Though you forgot to take into consideration the handicap you had at the moment, and unfortunately for you, your feet would need to be the first to hit the ground with the stance you thought could protect you best.

It was a big mistake- The fall absorbed all the shock which injected itself onto your already broken leg.

You released a scream, but you still couldn't stop the landing just yet. As the force of the throw continued to push you forward, you end up rolling for a few more meters before abruptly hitting the wall on the other side of the garden. Your senses numbed for a moment and your vision blurred; Your mind was disoriented, but your heart was crushed.

It was fucked, your leg, that's what you were sure of. Not even your level of healing could save this one, bitterly you thought as you tried your best to use your reverse cursed technique to at least lessen the pain.

Shock overwhelmed Toge- it would've had him frozen in place but his insticts made him disregard all his negative thoughts and sprint towards you faster than he had the time to even register what had just happened.

Once he reached you, he quickly crouched down, not caring about the pain he felt as he did so, observing your current state, his mind clouded with shame.

He hated himself. Every fiber of his being hated himself for hurting you. He felt disgusted over his cursed speech for ever doing this to someone as kind, understanding, and loving as you.

Everything Toge had ever feared to do... ever since he was young....

He let this happen again... to someone he loved.

For a moment, Toge was a bit relieved to see you still able to move... but the overpowering amount of guilt still filled him to the core.

He wanted to call out your name, but stopped himself for a second as he took the time to think if it was a 'safe word' to say that wouldn't activate his curse again. Afterall, he's already done so much damage of using it just once on you.

"Y-.... y/...n...." anxiously and hoarsly he spoke, his voice low, unsure on how to approach the situation.

With his hand reaching out to you, hesitantly he spoke again "...y/n."

Very slightly, your body gently back away from his reach, a sign he immediately took to back away from you: You didn't want him to get near you. Were you scared of him? Did you hate him? Had he broken your trust?

As your mind began to defog, you sat up slowly, bit by bit regaining more of your vision again. The pain was slowly seeing in more to your broken leg as you gripped the upper part of your cast, grinding your teeth, and silently trembling. Toge could only watch in horror as he takes a few seconds to reflect on his own actions.

You were quiet. Extremely quiet. He hated it. Why aren't you yelling at him? Cursing at him? What were you thinking? How hurt are you? The only sound being the drops of rain hitting the ground as you looked down with a look of disappointment visible in your expression, slowly regaining your composure.

With a heavy sigh to calm your uneven breath, you spoke "... I know you're hurting... I am too... but the last person I thought that could ever hurt me.... was you." You spoke quietly and slowly, your head low and your voice dejected, still gripping on your leg as your breath further turned uneven.

"y/n.... I..." He immediately paused again, stopping himself from even risking the accidental use of his speech again. He hurriedly tried to take his phone, rummaging through his pants as his hand trembled, but before he could even begin typing what he wanted to say to you, you weakly raised your hand, stopping him.

"I shouldn't have pushed you." You looked at him as your eyes had small pools of droplets resting at the lids of your eyes- droplets he knew were not because of the rain. Your caring, gentle, and soft gaze fading, just like how he felt your trust in him starting to disipitate

You made a few attempts to stand up slowly, failing miserably each time as Toge had his hand hover over you, wanting to assist you but respecting the boundaries you had just put up.

It still hurt though, pretty bad. But honestly what hurt most was not the fact you were thrown across an entire backyard, but because Toge had used his curse on you.

Falling onto the ground again after another failed attempt at standing up, he reached for you, but pulled back the last second- afraid to hurt or even scare you.

A second of panic passed before he gestured towards the house and signals you to wait.

He hurriedly run inside to call someone else to assist you. It took only less than a minute for him to find someone to hurriedly run back into the garden with him, and once outside, he immediately looked over to where he last left you only to find no one.

You were gone.

Confused and panicked, he immediately began searching the area, calling your name while his body was numbing all the pain he was having from all the movements he was making right now.

"y/n..." He called out to you, his tone sounding slightly beggining to sound desperate "y/n...!" With a little more volume, Toge yelled.

He wanted to talk to you, help you, at least aid you and get you dressed before sending you a car ride home if you didn't want to see him right now.

In the streets, he looked left and right for any clues that you might've left as he was mentally cursing himself for letting you leave the place in such a state.

He curses himself under his breath. Oh how he wished that he could have been actually affected by it, for he deserved it.

Immediately, he brought out his phone, opened your contact, and quickly stared tapping on the keyboard.

y/n

pls

wait

waiy pls

come back

i didnt meanm it

promisr to god i dindtt mean what ibsaid

i didnt menan to spoeak

i didnt mean to say sanythjng to you

im sorry

im so sorry

it was my failt im so sorry come back

im sorry i hurt you

if u dont want tk talk to me plesase let me get someone to take you home ols

please

im so sorry

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THIS IS SUCH AN INTERESTING PROMPT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO MAKE THIS BUT IT WAS TIME TO TAKE MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS

Next Part: They fix it, they don't, or it never gets a third part who knows where the tides will take me🫡

[Honestly felt like I lost my touch in writing long fics ever since the last one I wrote </3 the writing is not giving much for me. I need to work on my craft again :')]

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oh my god I love your theme it’s so relaxing and pretty wtf 😭

Aww thank you!!! 🙈🙈

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Boyfriend Choso Kamo!!!

Choso is the type of boyfriend who shares his headphones with you. He changes his playlist to something you would like. He lets you skip his favorite songs with no complaints.

Choso is the type of boyfriend to buy you flowers despite his financial situation. He always puts you first. You want the hello kitty basket that costs around 200$? Don’t worry, he would do anything to see you smile.

Choso is the type of boyfriend to let you do his makeup. He lets you look as feminine / masculine as you please. He tries to do yours and it ends up looking very well. He’s a fast learner and he knows the basics.

Choso is the type of boyfriend to show his brothers every cute picture you send him. He loves when you feel comfortable enough with him to send whatever.

Choso is the type of boyfriend to plan out a sleepover with you. He makes popcorn and buys candy for you. He brings out all the blankets and pillows and he builds the cutest pillow fort which ends up getting knocked over on accident

Choso is the type of boyfriend to only be following you on his socials. He knows you aren’t one to be jealous but he worries about up.

Choso is the type of boyfriend to let you wear whatever you want, not like he would say anything anyway. No matter how you dress he will stand behind you to keep away any lingering stares. He keeps his hands protectively on your waist. He wouldn’t want anyone messing with his gorgeous partner.

Choso is the type of boyfriend to create a scrapbook out of all your polaroids. It’s messy and ugly but he did his best to make it “aesthetic” for the both of you. He added your favorite characters / references to the front cover and named a couple of pages after his favorite song albums.

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Dragon! neuvillette and his (not so) helpless wife

dragon! neuvillette with his wife who everyone thinks is in danger.

dragon! neuvillette begs you to stay in the highest tower so the intruders won’t find you.

dragon! neuvillette who battles with knights and princes daily to keep you safe.

dragon! neuvillette swears as soon as the kingdoms stop their attacks he let you outside again.

Prince!Aether comes across you in the tower while dragon! neuvillette was fighting with the others.

“my lady, come with me. I can help you escape from this monster” Aether insisted that you were in danger despite your protests.

“neuvillette is no monster. He is my husband, you are an arrogant man.”

dragon! neuvillette notices that something is off. he hurries to your chambers, only to find prince!Aether trying to get you to leave.

dragon! neuvillette swears he’s never been one to be violent but something about another man trying to take what’s his sets him off.

dragon! neuvillette is tired of being attacked by men who want to take his precious wife. He decides it’s time to find somewhere you two can settle down. Maybe even start a family, he uses the excuse that “I’m the last of my kind, who else but you to help me rebuild my kind?”

dragon! neuvillette who loves the idea of filling you with all of his children.

dragon! neuvillette who is happy he moved to the forest where you and him have build a cozy little life with all of your children.

Might write more abt this idk

Edit: I hate this ✌️😹 I need to improve holy moly

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boyfriend Sukuna who…

sukuna who uses your hips to guide you through crowds.

sukuna who threatens to fight the lamppost you ran into.

sukuna who tells you no to getting a puppy but buys you the same one after seeing you cry.

sukuna who swears he’s not a softie but can’t say no to letting baby yuiji hangout with you on movie night.

sukuna who hated hanging out with his brother but once you showed up he started letting them into his life.

sukuna who walks the puppy at 3am even after telling you he wouldn’t help take care of it.

sukuna who buys you the ugliest necklace to make you mad, only to see you wearing it to dinner and showing it off to all your friends.

sukuna who despises holding your bags / purse but does it anyway because you yelled at him in front of everyone in the store. sukuna who spanks you every time you walk past him.

sukuna who hates all your friends and tells you to ditch them and hangout with him instead.

sukuna who buys you yellow rose thinking you’d like that he put thought into it only to get smacked.

sukuna who constantly messages you until you answer jsut to ignore you. sukuna who tells you that period cramps aren’t that bad and your being dramatic only to be smacked into tomorrow.

sukuna who sends you chocolate strawberries and flowers as an apology.

sukuna who asks you to hold his dick while he pee’s as if it was a normal thing to do.

sukuna who tells you to shut up when you cry about how much pain you’re in, only to make you popcorn and turn on your favorite movie.