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♪ you light my fire ♪
rayn • eighteen • black • any pronouns
♪ lets stay up late and smoke a j ♪
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♪ i wanna go back to the old way ♪
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2022/05/10
broken whiskey glass
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I miss you
come gimme a kiss rn
Your work is awesome. I love the angst.
tysm!! hehe
hello ! i jus wanna say i hope these lame ass hate comments don’t get to you cause i REALLY love ur workss, i enjoy reading them sm 💕 have a nice day lovely
bestie i didn't think i was getting any hate until you said this 😭 /nm
but thank you for the lil ego boost, got me out here blushing and shii
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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈’𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐁 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄’𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. he took a great amount of pleasure out of annoying those around him or getting under their skin. chuuya and kunikida were fine examples. what he didn’t appreciate was you trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.
WHERE DID YOU GOOOOO
i'm still here!! just need a min to find motivation to write 🥲
however, it has now been over a month and i still can't write for shit
Hi I'm actually crying tears of gratitude thank you for giving my fave fic love. It's not everyone's cup of tea but like your tags gave me life jrjsmamzlfldkcjsnsjjdfkfm you've made my day kekskskdk maybe my week or so kdkzkskskdf also def hot up the playlist if you haven't already. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
AHH I DIDNT EVEN SEE THE PLAYLIST?? it just keeps getting better 😭 tbh i should be thanking you for writing it, literally can’t even describe how much i enjoyed it 😩
High enough Sanzu ft. Kakucho Warnings: idk 8.5/10 sad? virtue is back on her depressing streak so it's dark. Come listen to this for the mood n inspiration that started this. Discussion of drugs/overdose almost 1K, if that matters to you
The bathroom tiles were stinging cold against Sanzu’s thighs and the porcelain rim of the tub dug painfully into his neck. He’d be rather uncomfortable, that is, if he could process his sense of touch properly right now. His ears throbbed with his heartbeat as his eyes desperately darted around the room, past empty capsules and ground pills, discarded bottles, and the shower curtain he’d ripped down in a manic fit.
He squinted as if it’d make his wobbling vision any clearer, as if it’d summon what he needed most. But of course, the large house was empty. Like a prisoner, he confined himself to this place that once represented the happiness he never thought he’d deserve, let alone have. He stumbled through the halls unsteadily, praying to gods he didn’t believe in just to see wisps of your form, hear your laugh even if he knew it was a trick of the substance of the hour.
Sanzu dragged his hand down his face and saw it glisten in the fluorescent light with tears he didn’t know he was crying. There was a steady drip in the back of his mind. Each drop falling through the clouds of his mind and down his back. He shivered involuntarily. Looking down at his hands again, the puddle he was sat in suddenly flooded his spotty senses.
Right. The water was on. After a moment of willing his heavy body to move, he reached to stop the flow of water. He stood and lowered himself t-shirt and boxer clad in the lukewarm water as the displaced fluid cascaded over the edge and flooded the room. Powders scattered on the floor dissolved into the discarded water that swept bits of tinfoil away.
Sanzu sniffed tears away and swiped at his nose to leave a bright red streak. Copper tinged his tongue. He sunk suddenly in the water, shirt billowing up and water spilling loudly over. Before he knew it, he was screaming half underwater but through it all that’s when he heard it. It was soft. Ethereal.
“Zuzu?”
But it wasn’t real. He knew by now that no matter how high he got he’d never hear that voice again. It was a trick of the mind, conjuring what he craved to further torment himself at the loss that plagued him daily.
“Zuzu?!”
Sputtering, he came up for air. It was so clear. Too clear. The panic in your voice was so evident. Fuck, fuckfuckfcuk, had it done it? Had he breeched the divide enough to see you one last time?
A featherlight touch, radiant like a sun ray graced his cheek and Sanzu looked up into ethereal orbs full to the brim with raw fear. “Zu what are you doing?” He was fully sobbing now. Pressing a soaking hand over the sensation on his cheek, he choked on another sob.
Sanzu was stunned to silence, save the body wracking breaths he heaved. Specter-like eyes softened in understanding. “Haru…” He reached for your figment, tears mixed with the blood from his nose and ran into his mouth. Your apparition tried to wipe the mixture away with an unmistakable expression of heartbreak on your face.
“I…you…I’did it. You’re ‘ere…” His voice broke. “You’re finally here…” He slurred the words.
I’ve missed you every second, with every part of me. It felt like my soul was ripped from my body when you left. I can’t live without you. I couldn’t stand to live without you. I had to see you again. I had to. I had to see you. My everything, the angel that saved me…it should have been me, y/n. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.
He wanted to chant the words, say all the things he couldn’t when you were here with him. He needed to sob his ‘sorry’s and ‘thank you’s into your soft hair one last time. But the words wouldn’t come.
“Baby, you shouldn’t have done this for me,” The voice crackled with emotion like a staticky radio in his ears. Sanzu felt warmth where the ghost of a kiss met his forehead, “You’re not supposed to follow me like this, Haru.”
“Donn leavf…” Black spots prickled in his sight as everything faded. “B’by…no’gain”
“Zuzu, hey! Haru stay with me?” Your panicked voice was fading. Everything sounded as if it were underwater. Warbled and marbled, like dust swirling at the surface, too light to sink and never quite making it to him. Sanzu was plunging into blackness, sinking from the anchor in his chest, the heavy words sitting in his lungs that he’d never be able to tell you.
“Haru! Oi, Haru!”
“S’far ‘way, cmback…” Sanzu’s sight had fully blackened. Too far gone to either feel or hear the garbled words he spoke into the now bloodied water pinking the bath, he steadily sunk as your form of light faded with his consciousness.
The sound of the door being slammed open minutes ago and the feeling of his ragdoll body being hoisted from the water was lost on him. “Haruchiyo, you bastard, stay with me!” Kakucho’s voice, gruff with shock pleaded at the motionless figure. Kakucho rolled the limp man on his side and let water flow from the smaller man’s mouth. His friend was hardly breathing, if he was at all. Kakucho couldn’t hear much outside of the adrenaline forcing his heart to beat resoundingly in his ears. His knees were soaked in cooling water, pink from Sanzu’s still bleeding nose. “Oi, Sanzu!” He shouted this time, beginning to search for a pulse. “You fucking idiot, you can’t die on me!”
No pulse.
Fuck.
“Haru, she’d never forgive me. You can’t die like this.”
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Ye um @softbajis here's the finished thing and, uh fuck it @sano-obsessed i sent you the draft in the middle of the night, here's the ending. I hope it lived up to yesterday's sanzu angst-pocalypse.
𝒩𝒴𝒜 ♡
what kind of hybrids the jujutsu kaisen characters are into
includes: satoru gojo + suguru geto + kento nanami + toji fushiguro
genre: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)
warnings: hybrid!reader gn!reader minus toji’s part which is afab, owner!characters, corruption kink, riding, size kink, titty sucking, lactation kink (toji)
a/n: this is a repost because the original got deleted. would really appreciate any reblogs on this one :((
HARUCHIYO SANZU, 9:32PM
you were running as fast as you could, leaping over logs and weaving between trees, your heart pounding in your chest not only from the physical exertion but in anticipation as well. the hunt had begun.
it’d been on sanzu’s mind ever since he’d jumped out and scared you the other day. the look of fear in your eyes— the way a scream tore from your throat, it made all the blood in his body rush south.
so, one night after dinner, he asked if you’d go on a drive with him. coaxing you out of the car, he’d brought you to the edge of the forest, a malicious smirk on his face as he gave you only one simple instruction— “run.”
so here you were, ducking under the limb of a tree as you spotted a dilapidated shed in the distance. sprinting toward it, you shoved the door open and frantically looked around, finding a small cupboard you could hide in for the time being.
it wasn’t even a minute before you heard footsteps approaching, low laughter echoing through the air. chillbumps rose on the back of your neck as you slapped a hand over your mouth to quiet your ragged breathing. maybe he’d walk past the shed. then you could run back to the car.
“come out, come out wherever you are..” sanzu crooned, sounding closer this time. “i know you’re here.“
a shiver ran down your spine as you pressed further against the back of the cupboard, squeezing your eyes shut as if that’d somehow keep you safe, as if somehow it’d make you smaller.
“you can run all you want but you know i’ll fuckin’ catch you.” sanzu taunted, “and when i do… i’m going to break you.“
your heart was hammering so loudly you were sure he could hear it, sweat pouring down your back as you remained curled up with your knees pressed to your chest. all you could do was hope that he’d overlook your hiding spot.
“tsk.” with the click of a tongue, the door to the cupboard was yanked open, ice blue eyes boring into you. scarred lips curving into a sadistic grin. “didn’t i tell you not to let yourself get cornered?”
!!!!! Rayn! Thank you sm for the comments on my fic they made me so happy you are the best smile on my face is huge rn <33
wait till you hear all the stuff i didn’t say, i’m literally such a simp for your writing it isn’t even funny 😭
⊱give it all you got ; haitani ran x fem!reader x stranger
warning: explicit, 18+, dark content, fem!reader, noncon, oral sex (fem!receiving), sex with a stranger, violence, blood, death, humiliation, murder, public sex, degradation, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, jealousy, alcohol consumption, reader is kind of drunk, inebriation, suggestions of drug use, vaginal sex, creampie, petnames (princess, baby, babygirl), bonten timeline, this is violent and dark
summary: You spend a little too much time with a guy at the bar, Ran decided to punish you both. wc: ~3.3k
an: big yikes on my part, i’m way too into this.
minors dni 18 + dark content
It was late, later than you had thought you’d be there, standing at a bar in the middle of the city. Chatting with strangers as you waited for your boyfriend to pick you up. He was late, a usual occurrence from Haitani Ran. Of course, you understood, he was busy, extremely busy, and even if he was late, he always made it up to you – always.
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2022/05/10
Warnings: None Pairing: Draken x Mikey Word Count: 500
The bells that chimed any time a customer entered the store ignited a tinge of annoyance in Draken’s tone.
“Read the sign buddy, we closed thirty minutes ago.”
Draken didn’t look up from the motorbike he was fiddling with, but he did gesture towards the ‘closed’ sign hanging off the door to emphasise his point. Although the man who’d entered the shop didn’t even try to take the hint, rather, he took his time to peruse the photos Draken had displayed on the walls.
The dark circles under Draken’s eyes were a testament to how badly he wanted to go home for the day. So, upon realising the man had no intention of leaving, he approached him from behind with an irritated expression on his face. Draken grabbed the man’s shoulder with the intention of throwing him out of his store, but his anger dissipated in an instant once the man turned to look Draken in the eyes. And Draken was met with a set of eyes that were somehow infinitely more tired than his own.
“It’s been a while, Ken-chin.”
The tired man feigned a smile.
“Mikey?”
The name was the only sound that could be heard echoing through an otherwise empty room for a long time. Long enough to make Mikey wonder whether coming back was a mistake.
“If you don’t want to see me, I’ll go.”
Mikey added bluntly, despite feeling somewhat sheepish. Turning back around, he continued reminiscing over the framed Toman picture on the wall.
Blinking himself back to reality, Draken smiled to himself when he realised what was happening
“No, no. I’m just surprised it took you so long to visit. I almost thought you were dead.”
Mikey almost laughed at the irony.
“Would’ve stopped by sooner but I figured you wouldn’t want me around anymore.”
Draken chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the floor before letting his eyes fall on the same picture Mikey had been analysing. The photo itself had been taken soon after Toman was founded; before it all went to shit, as Draken liked to say.
“Now what made you think that?” He asked, though his question was rhetorical. “Y’know, the day this picture was taken, was the same day I promised we’d take over Tokyo together. We were gonna create-”
“-a new age for delinquents. I remember.”
Mikey found it impossible to stop himself from smiling at the reminder of his childhood dream.
“I still need to fulfil that promise, Mikey.”
The light behind Mikey’s newfound smile soon faded once he realised what was about to happen. Nevertheless, he turned to his long lost friend and gave him the biggest grin he could muster.
“Thank you, Ken-chin. But you can’t.”
“What do you mean I can’t? What’s stopping me?”
The universe answered Draken’s question before Mikey could. And the answer came in the form of bells. But the this time, they were alarm bells. Mikey peered through tired eyes at the alarm clock beside his bed. He frowned at the date it displayed: May 10th 2022.
“You would’ve turned 32 today, Ken-chin.”
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bad habits
rindou haitani x fem!reader
contents: 18+, mdni, explicit sexual content, bonten timeline, drugs (mentions of acid and coke, usage of laced weed and pcp), unprotected sex, degradation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f!receiving), mentions of past hookups with ran, cnc, consenual turned non-con(ish) choking, overstimulation, use of safe word, mentions of passing out, implied aftercare
word count: 5k
a/n: this is my submission for cummunity’s tender taboos collab ! thank you @kyechi and @cryptred for letting me yell about this hehe.
the fool | haruchiyo sanzu
pairing: haruchiyo sanzu x f!reader (she/her pronouns used)
warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, ANGST ANGST ANGST, non-explicit sex, drug and alcohol usage, cursing, heavy themes of addiction
notes: i’m so fucking sad so i wrote this LMAO. but hey at least i’m channeling negative feelings into a healthy outlet, right? as always, likes and reblogs are super appreciated!
beta-reader: @christeningsakusa
the one thing that haruchiyo hates the most about himself is how he doesn’t allow the things that should hurt to cause him pain.
every tear that rolls down his wet cheeks has to be covered up with a fake smile, the two scars that frame the corners of his mouth curling upwards and pointing to the night sky. every pang that his heart feels or negative thought that passes through his mind is masked by a joke— always one that makes light of the situation that’s troubling him.
it’s an awful way to live, and it’s definitely caused a lot of strife within himself and his relationships. his friends don’t take his problems seriously, but honestly, how could they? he won’t even let himself process his emotions fully, much less tell the people he loves how he really feels.
and so, haruchiyo falls back on the only things he knows— using drugs and humor to cope with the ache that he feels deep within his chest.
