#that technique is creepy as hell
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Three's a Crowd (But Four...) - G.S.
Synopsis. “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?”
“Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?”
In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, foursome (but they’re all Satoru + you LMFAO), NSFW, unprotected sex, double penetration, spit-roasting, face-sitting, doggy, missionary, anal, pet names (sweetheart, pretty, babe), oral sex (male + female receiving), overstimulation (female), swearing, slight breeding kink, cum (like lots).
Word count. 3.0k
A/N. A lil' sum while I get on with a 10k arranged marriage fic. H O R N Y >>> actual JJK technicalities.
Jokes, but idc what that technique was, I took that one chapter and ran with it. Art by @_3aem on X.
Cross-posted on AO3
“They just nerfed Naruto in Boruto cuz they knew he’d be too DILF-y.”
“Amen.”
Sprawled out on Satoru’s couch, both of you were fixated on the Naruto episode playing on-screen. It wasn’t anything new for a Friday night. His soft hairs tickling your chin, and legs dangling off the other end of the couch as he lay atop, cuddling you like a 6’3 housecat.
Times like this, it’s easy to forget that your boyfriend constantly bears the burden of being “the strongest”. That is- until Satoru, eyes still locked onto the screen, speaks up “I can do that too, y’know.”
You turn to look at Satoru, “Do what?”
He nods his head towards the screen - now showing young Naruto mastering his iconic technique. “You could call it Shadow Clone Jutsu.” he hums.
Raising a brow, “So you could make tens of thousands of Satoru clones? The world may never know rest.”
Eyes brimming with smugness, he grins “Something like that.”
You cock your head, wanting to know more, “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?”
“Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?” he wiggles his brows in a way that would definitely be creepy if it was anyone but Satoru.
“You wish.”
Satoru huffs out a laugh, before going back to using your breasts as his personal cushions. “Not quite clones or holograms, they’re still me. But also not really, y’know?” he murmurs.
“Ahh. No.”
The conversation dwindles into a comfortable silence.
Or so you’d think. But the air was charged with something, and - knowing Satoru - you had an inkling it didn’t bode well for you down there.
As quickly as you suspected, he turns the TV off and turns to you with twinkling eyes.
“Toru...” you reproach.
He whines dramatically, “Come onnnn. Don’t they say the best way to learn is hands-on experience?”
“You just have ulterior motives, Toru.”
“Hell yeah, I do.” he mutters into the valley of your breasts. Satoru peeks at you through his thick lashes, eyes bright with mischief.
How could you say no to those eyes? And, well, you’d be lying if you said that the idea of multiple Satorus didn’t make your pussy clench in excitement.
That’s how you found yourself here.
Shirts thrown across the room and splayed out on Satoru’s overpriced silk bed sheets. You gasp in pleasure as he leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, he rocks into you, pushing you deeper into the plush bed. Your pussy drips with anticipation as you feel the outline of his rock-hard cock straining against his sweatpants.
Hooking two fingers under your waistband, he swiftly pulls off your panties along with your shorts. “Already so wet and ready f’me…” he groans out. Quickly shuffling your bodies around, “C’mon sweetheart.”
Now, Satoru knows he has a pretty face - too well, in fact, he uses it to his advantage to get his way with you too much. And he thinks there’s nothing that makes his face prettier than you on it.
It’s why he has you bent over and straddling his head. The tighter you squeeze him, the better.
One arm holds you in place while the other spreads your folds. Satoru teases your entrance with a finger, gathering your wetness before popping it into his mouth. He groans sinfully as he tastes you. “Fuck- always so good for me.”
You slowly put your weight onto him, failing against the strong arm that pulls you to sit on him properly.
Satoru moans around your cunt as he finally dives nose-deep into it. Languidly, he licks long stripes against your folds, purposefully catching your clit in the process. “Hah- Fuck. Toru, more!”
Satisfied with your whines, he finally slides his tongue inside your dripping pussy, fucking you with his mouth till his cock twitches for friction.
You notice, and urgently shuffle his sweatpants down. Satoru’s cock stands achingly hard, precum dripping enticingly along the vein on the side of it. You lean down to kiss the shaft, delighting in his noises that send vibrations down to your clit.
As you take his blushing red head into your mouth, Satoru increases his abuse on your cunt.
You arch your back further into his face - moaning around his thick cock. He starts fucking into your mouth steadily, forcing you to take more and more of his length. Drool drips down the corners of your mouth, “Mmm Toru- Feels so good.”
If one Satoru makes you feel this good…what would two feel like?
As if reading your mind - you wouldn’t be surprised if he actually could - Satoru pulls away slightly, ropes of spit still connecting him to you.
“Ready, sweetheart?” he murmurs lowly, hot breath making your cunt quiver.
And before you can respond, the hairs on your body raise as the air stills with the crackle of jujutsu. You remove yourself from Satoru’s cock with a wet pop! Looking up to see…those cerulean eyes.
Another set.
“Toru…” you drone out, turning behind to glare at Satoru - who was now placing innocent kisses to your dripping pussy. His eyes peek out with visible amusement, “Jus’ say the word and I’ll stop.”
Satoru knew he had you cornered. He’d fully felt the way your walls clenched around his tongue once you saw the other version of him. This was going to be fun.
Harshly rolling his tongue against your clit, he lightly smacks your ass - signaling you to pay attention to the other Satoru in front of you now.
So you do.
It was quite surreal seeing an exact copy of your boyfriend grinning down devilishly at you. He cups the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “Don’t be scared, pretty. It’s jus’ me.”
At first, you were unsure of what to do, the only thing you know being that - clone or not - this one was just as well-endowed as your boyfriend.
Experimentally, you press soft kisses to his hot tip, relishing in his drawn-out groan. You take him in deeper, tonguing the slit in the way you knew your boyfriend liked. “Yeah- Jus’ like that.”
He tightens his grip on your head. Pumping your Satoru with one hand, you use the other to steady yourself as your mouth gets used as the other’s own personal fucktoy.
Shit. This was heaven.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you pull away, “Hngh- Toru, feels so fucking good.” Mewling at the stimulation on your cunt as well as the depravity of the act, you grind your hips deeper into Satoru’s mouth - searching for your high.
Soon, you feel that familiar snap in your stomach. Satoru uses his fingers to spread your lips as you cum all over his tongue. He laps up your juices with lewd squelching sounds as his clone fucks your face deeper. Nose meeting his snowy white pubes and balls hitting your chin, you choke from both the position and Satoru’s relentless tongue.
“Yeah, cum all over my tongue, sweetheart.”
You ride out your high on Satoru’s pretty face, slick spreading all over his mouth and nose. With a final kiss to your cunt, he shifts your legs and moves to tower over from behind.
Removing yourself from the other’s cock, you look over your shoulder to see your boyfriend sensually pumping himself, readying to enter your eager pussy.
“Hey now, eyes on me, pretty.” A long finger moves your chin so that you face the Satoru in front of you. Seems that no matter what, every Satoru was a little possessive over you.
He rubs his dripping tip on your face, smearing his precum as a gloss before fucking into your mouth once more.
Almost at the same time, Satoru fully rams his cock inside your pussy without any warning, tip kissing your cervix.
“Shit. Always taking me in so good, sweetheart.” he huffs out as your walls flutter around his length.
You groan loudly around the cock in your mouth, partly from the pain of being unprepared and partly from the pleasure of getting what you wanted the most - both ends filled by your loving boyfriend.
Your eyes were dazed as you stare doe-eyed up at the Satoru that was plunging into your mouth mercilessly - the other fucking your hole at a similar pace. Strangled yelps leave your mouth as his balls sinfully slap against your clit.
The room fills with loud, wet noises, and the slapping of skin. Both Satorus hunch over you in pleasure, muscles rippling. Your cunt quivers in an almost-animalistic way at the small grunts falling from their pretty lips.
You whine as he finds that one spot inside you which makes you see stars every time his hips meet yours. One hand - you were too far gone to recognize whose - reaches under you to draw harsh circles on your clit.
Tears spring to your eyes at the sheer overstimulation, and you rock your hips to meet his powerful cadence. One of your hands reaches for the other’s hip for stability, nose meeting his pelvis nails dragging along the soft skin. He grips your hair tighter, lips bitten and swollen at the stimulation.
From the way your pussy was clenching, you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were cumming again.
Now, throughout his life, Satoru has been called crazy many times. Crazy powerful, crazy handsome (in front of the mirror), and just downright mad. But it’s right about now - watching as you choke and cry around his own dick as he plows into you from behind - that he truly thinks he just might actually be a little crazy.
Slowing to shallow rocks, he focuses on his technique.
Satoru basks in amusement when your whines of disappointment at his slowing pace die down as you register the tugging and sucking on your nipples from below.
You gasp as you break away from the Satoru in front of you and look down, breath catching in your chest as you realize that your boyfriend has conjured up another clone of himself.
He was going to be the death of you.
“Pay attention, sweetheart.” you hear from behind you as Satoru starts up his relentless rhythm once more, hand now moving to squeeze and spread your ass.
You knew where this was going, and you didn’t mind it one bit.
The stretch of your cunt as it adapted to Satoru’s length burned almost as much as your nipples as his clone continued to bite and tease them. “Feels good, babe?” he sighs around your breasts. Yet your whines of pleasure are quickly muffled by the flushed tip kissing your lips once more.
“Hope you didn’t forget about me, pretty.”
“More- Hngh, Toru!” you whine, not sure which Satoru you were addressing anymore . All three of them speed up their motions, the pleasure from all points pushing you over the edge.
You as you cum fast and hard.
But your Satoru(s) don’t let you have a moment’s rest as your orgasm is quickly overshadowed by your boyfriend’s hands on your ass. Teasingly drawing circles around the rim. You shiver, hole quivering at the cold feeling of his saliva hitting you.
His cock still ramming into your abused cunt, Satoru enters a finger into your ass. Using his spit and your slick from before to stretch you out till he’s satisfied. “Fuck- Taking me so good, sweetheart.” he moans out at the sight of you being stretched out from all ends by him and only him.
You continue mewling as the pleasure overtakes you. He was going to ruin you.
Half-delirious from all the stimulation, you barely hear the lowly “Ready, babe?” from below you before Satoru pulls out and suddenly you’re flipped. Easily manhandled by your boyfriend, your head lolls against his replica’s strong shoulder as you’re caressed from three sides once more.
“Feeling alright, sweetheart?” your boyfriend rasps from above. Now hot and bothered once more from how your loving boyfriend was using you like a ragdoll, you gasp out “Yeah, Toru. Need you so bad.”
“Oh yeah?” he grins, lining himself up with your pulsing pussy. “Tell me how badly you want me in all your tight lil’ holes.”
You choke out a sob at the way your Satoru was teasing your folds with his thick cock. “So bad- Need you so bad Toru. Want you to fill me up everywhere.”
Arching your back, you grind your ass against the furiously hard cock prodding at your asshole. Hearing choked gasps from below you, your pussy clenches in anticipation around nothing. To Satoru, your arousal is almost palpable - as strong as the cursed technique in the air surrounding you two.
And that seems to be what finally makes Satoru snap before he sheathes himself entirely in your dripping cunt. Your strangled moans are cut off by the other Satoru slowly bullying himself into your other hole.
“Ah- Ah!” you yelp in both pain and pleasure as you’re stretched to your limits. You feel full. So full. You were going to snap - like a rubber band - and your boyfriend was going to be reveling in his success. The man in question furrows his brows, groaning at the sweet feeling of his pretty lil’ girlfriend being so tight.
A single tear streaming down your face is gently brushed away as a pair of muscular thighs come to rest beside your face. “Shhh, pretty. You can take it.”
Both of them start moving carefully.
Satoru would never admit it, but feeling his own dick stretch you out twofold has been a little fantasy tucked in a deep, dark corner of his mind ever since he realized the nefarious purposes his technique could be used for.
He could feel his other version pumping into you from behind as he ruts into your cunt mindlessly. The friction mixed with the gummy wetness of your pussy was mind-blowing - fuck, he really should have watched Naruto with you sooner.
Satoru gazes at you through half-lidded eyes as you press kittenish pecks to his clone’s cock above you. You stare right into your boyfriend’s eyes as you take the length into your mouth once more, inch by inch. Nose meeting his pelvis.
Shit. Satoru feels like he could pass out - whether from seeing the sinful image of all your holes filled by him or from the excessive use of his cursed technique, he doesn’t question. Your walls flutter, struggling to take him both.
Fuck, he really feels like he’s gonna explode.
Satoru pulls out fully before harshly thrusting into you once more, keeping up a pace that has his abs burning and you struggling for air. He sees another tear fall delicately down your cheek.
“My girl takes me so well, huh? Fuck. Made jus’ for me, sweetheart.”
The air was stagnant with the smell of sex and jujutsu.
All three Satorus thrust into you fiercely, the bed creaking furiously. Satoru has half a mind to worry about whether it would break down in the middle of all this. How inconvenient that would be, he’s so close.
It was animalistic, the way you could just sit there and take it as your boyfriend used you in all sorts of ways you never deemed possible.
You’re pretty sure your body is completely bruised and raw at this point. Eyes fluttering shut, tears cling to your lashes as you’re filled up. Your brain, as well as your holes, were overwhelmed with only Satoru Satoru Satoru. If your mouth wasn’t suckling on his length, you’re sure you’d be screaming loud enough for Satoru’s neighbor’s to file a noise complaint.
Good. So good.
Feeling that sharp tug on your stomach again, your legs flail as you steadily reach your climax. Held down by three sets of large hands - all caressing you relentlessly in various ways - you finally cum with an exhausted whimper.
Brain foggy and eyes unfocused, you barely feel the twitch of Satoru’s cock.
With a throaty moan, all three versions of your boyfriend cum - not one pulling out. Your senses are overtaken as Satoru doesn’t relent his pace, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into your abused pussy.
Ah- He felt he was gonna fuck another Gojo into you. Carry on his legacy. Shut those old cows up about a Gojo heir.
You’d look so round and beautiful with his kids.
“Only I get to cum in this pussy.” he drawls out as he keeps rutting his sensitive cock into you. Low whines get stuck in his throat as he loses himself in the feeling of your tight walls coated in his semen. His other versions were also at their limit, shooting out thick streams of cum to paint your face and ass.
You were so beautiful like this. Fucked out and covered in his seed.
His and only his.
As you slowly come to your senses, the first thing you feel is wet. Not from your own slick, but from Satoru’s thick cum - it was everywhere, decorating your lips, your tits, all the way down to your holes below.
The second thing you feel is raw. You weren’t too sure anymore that you’d be able to make it to that family dinner tomorrow, Satoru had absolutely gone all out tonight.
Laying there, willing yourself to move, you flinch as something soft and wet touches your legs. “Shhh…easy there, sweetheart. Get some rest, I’ll take care of it.” you hear the soothing whisper of your one and only boyfriend.
You muster up the strength to look up and see his gentle smile. “Rest.” he breathes out as he continues to wipe you down. In the back of your mind you register the distinct lack of the other presences of your boyfriend.
“T-Toru...” you were too fucked up to formulate proper sentences.
“Shhh it’s okay.”
At his tender whispers, you easily drift into a fatigued sleep. You dream of shadow clones and blue, blue skies.
Waking up after your brief nap, you find yourself dressed and cuddled by Satoru on a fresh set of sheets. “You okay?” he mutters in-between innocent pecks to your bruised lips.
At your affirmative nod, he probes further “Learn anything about my technique?”
“Absolutely not.” you sigh, pulling him in closer. As you snuggle into the crook of his neck, you almost miss the devious grin spreading across his face.
“Then…wanna try six next time?”
A/N. No Part 2 till I figure out better ways to differentiate these bitches LMAO.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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i just wanna like… have toji teach me how to give him head 😞
you and me both
contains: fem reader, oral(m!receiving), slightly inexperienced reader, big dick!toji, size kink, manhandling, throat fucking, cum eating, slight asphyxiation, praise, he talks you it, established relationship, dirty talk, sweet!toji :p
MDNI
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You’ve been standing behind the couch where toji sat for 5 minutes now.
Youve been wanting to give him head for a while now, but you have no idea where to even start.
For one you’ve never even sucked a dick before, not having a lot of prior experience before you met toji. And second, his dick was intimidatingly big.
He always had to fuck you open on four of his fingers; having had at least 2 orgasms; before he even thought about putting his dick inside you, and still the stretch was barely manageable.
The thought of what he might do to your throat since having the knowledge of how bad he can wreck your pussy, scared you.
He was so patient with you though, always wiping your fat tears off of your cheeks, cooing at your pained expression, while he let you cockwarm him, getting used to his girth before he ultimately fucked your brains out.
“Ur bein’ fucking creepy doll, what is it.” his deep voice sounded through the room. Making you stand on edge as you bit the inside of your cheek, having been found out.
“Sorry..” you bashfully apologized, walking around the side of the couch to see your boyfriend sprawled out in front of the television.
Big thighs manspreading on the cushions, arms laid out on the back of the couch, one large hand was holding a freshly cracked beer can, as he looked up at you with his dark eyes.
The look you had on your face made him curious as to what the hell you were thinking about. A mix of nervousness and contemplation plastered on your pretty face as you started to climb on him.
You slung your arms over his shoulders, straddling his hips, and placed your head in the crook of his neck and sighed deepy.
“Whacha thinkin about pretty girl?” toji asked, hand not holding his drink coming down to rest against you ass.
“I uh.. wanted to ask for your help.” you softly replied. Toji stayed silent, rubbing his hand over your backside encouragingly as he waiting for you to get the courage to speak again. He brought the beer to his mouth in the meantime, taking a couple sips.
“Been thinking about sucking your dick but uh.. I’ve never done it before.” your unexpected bluntness made him choke on his drink, recovering quickly as he looked at you the best he could with your head being in his neck and all.
“Yeah? Been thinkin’ about it?” he teased, you could practically hear his cocky smirk.
You let out a soft “mhmm” in reply.
Toji always ate you out so good, leaving you a shaking and shivering mess on his sheets every time he was finished licking you clean. He never complained when you didn’t return the favor, he knew how big he was and his experiences with women giving him head in the past wasn’t exactly.. enjoyable.
Reminders of the dull teeth that would scrape against his cock, or the lack of technique the women would use on him would flood his mind whenever he thought about receiving head.
He already picked up on how intimidated you were when his length flopped against his stomach when he removed his boxers, which is why he never dared to bring up the idea.
He figured if you wanted to try it, you would ask, then you would try, and it ultimately it wouldn’t work out like always and that would be alright.
Although toji never complained about it, he had constant fantasies of your lips around his cock. Nights when you weren’t at his apartment he spent his time in his bed, hand wrapped around his thick cock as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He would apply a generous amount of lube, trying to simulate the feeling of your wet mouth as he fucked his hips into his hand, pretending it was sliding down your warm throat.
His fantasy always shattering when he came, vividly picturing your face covered in his cum right before he came, but snapping out of the pipe dream when he felt the hot ropes of cum shoot on his stomach instead.
But that was satisfactory, you did plenty for him in bed, always taking his cock so fucking well, stroking him off with your small hands, his dick pressing between your thighs, your tits; he was spoiled, so who was he to complain?
Although his reply to your confession was fairly composed, toji was mentally losing his shit. Trying not to get hard at the situation and potentially scare you away when you realized his problem, being reminded of just how big he was and turning you off from the idea.
Little did he know you were well aware of that fact already. You would never be able to forget the way he split you open with the sheer size of his cock, for as long as you lived.
“I can teach you if that really sounds like somethin’ you want” he spoke nonchalantly, trying not to get his hopes up at the thought that you might actually be the one to take his dick down your throat, heart betraying him as is practically beat out of his chest.
“Really?” you perked up, sitting up to face him, loooking like an eager puppy. “Can we try it now?” you asked.
exactly like an eagar puppy.
“You sure your ready for it?” he asked, setting his drink down on the side table before joining his other hand in grabbing your ass.
“Why not? you are.” you giggle, glancing down to his lap, referring to the massive tent he was sporting. Clearly his efforts in trying to keep it down were in vein.
but jesus christ was he in high school? popping a boner at the mention of head? good lord he needed to get a grip.
“Smart ass,” he left a light slap on your backside, making you giggle. He leaned over and grabbed a pillow he used as decoration on the sofa, “Go ahead and get on your knees for me, use this so yer knees don’t hurt.” his gruff voice spoke.
You nodded obediently, placing the pillow on the carpet right between his spread thighs, while you folded your knees on the pillow, playing your hands on his knees as you waited for your next instruction.
“Rumor has it my dick is unsuckable, so,” he paused, “if this doesn’t go how you think it will, it’s not yer fault.” he assured, ruffling your hair.
“I can take it.” is the only thing you said back, the look you had in your eyes was so determined, it made his grin stretch across his face.
You watched intently as toji pulled down the band of his sweats and boxers alike. Massive cock springing up like always. His angry tip was leaking so fucking much, you were truly oblivious to how bad this idea affected the older man.
He wrapped his big hand around his thick cock, using the precum he was leaking to ease the slide against the skin as he looked down at you while you watched him stroke himself.
He noticed you squirming from your place on the floor, not to subtly pressing your thighs together.
“Watchin’ me touch myself make ur little pussy all wet?” Toji spoke, smirk, still prevalent on his face. The way in which he spoke made you think you had no shame at all.
You nodded, mouth watering watching his pre bead up in the slid of his cock before dripping down, getting swiped up by tojis large hand.
“‘s so big toji” you spoke, intimidation obviously laced in your voice, but you were so determined to be the one who took tojis cock.
You wanted to show him exactly how good he made you feel when he used his mouth for you.
“C-can I?” you slid your hands on his big thighs, training twords his cock, watching him strok himself steadily.
“Can you what?” Toji always made you use your words. He never got tired of watching how embarrassed and flustered you got over stuff like this.
His head spinning when a blush covered your face, eyes darting around the room before you spoke again, “”Can I touch it, please,” you asked.
Toji quickend his strokes, “Look at me baby.” Your eyes instantly meeting each other at his demand, his eyebrows were furrowed together. A look was plastered on his face that said you can do better than that.
Keeping your eyes on Toji’s dark and intimidating ones, you elaborated begrudgingly, “Wanna stroke your cock Toji, please”
He let out a short aroused laugh, big hand placing itself on your own, against his thigh, “Course you can baby, jus’ had to ask,”
He curled his fingers under yours, scooting his hips towards you on the couch before he placed your hand on his cock, his hand covering yours.
“You don’t need any help with this part right? Little hands always touch me so fucking good.” he praised, retracting his grip around his cock as he let you take over.
Your other hand came up to join the fun, using both your hands to wrap around his cock. You payed special attention to the tip, just how you knew toji liked, twisting your wrists together, creating delicious friction on his length.
Toji’s abs clenched under his shirt, feeling your hands on him always felt too good, his eyes drooping even more as you stroked him with vigor.
His eyebrows suddenly shot up when your head dropped down to his crotch. Your pink tongue darted out to lick in the slit of his cock, licking at the precum that had beaded up again.
He swear his brain short circuited when he felt your warm tongue touch him. That barely there feeling alone felt a hundred times better than his hand trying to mimic your mouth when he was alone.
“Someone’s eagar.” he laughed, arousal seeping into his voice when he spoke, big hand coming down to rest against your head comfortingly.
“Wanna make you feel good, can you uh.” you paused, “can you teach me now?” he thought it was so fucking cute how you currently had his dick in his hands, stroking it with a technique on par with a porn star, and you were embarrassed asking him to show you how to suck his dick.
“Want me to teach my pretty girlfriend how to suck my dick?” he corrected, making you squeeze your thighs together at his filthy mouth, an action that did not go unnoticed by toji; none of your reactions did.
“Please” you whimpered.
He tucked in his lips for a second, reminding himself not to cum the second his tip was in your mouth. Letting his plush lips pop back out he started his lesson.
“Start by lickin’ on it, just like you did a second ago.” he instructed. Toji watched you nod, looking so focused when you dropped your head back down, flattening out your tongue and rubbing it along his tip.
He relished in the feeling of thr little circles and shapes you drew. Your strokes had died down against his length, putting all of your focus on your mouth that would soon be around him.
“You can suck on the tip if you can get yerself to do it too.” He groaned out.
You wasted no time, taking a deep breath through your nose before sliding your lips down around his tip and suckling.
“Atta fuckin’ girl,” toji bit his lip between his teeth when you followed his instruction so quickly. “Use your tongue when you suck on it too princess, it’ll make me feel so fuckin good” he added, knowing how much you loved getting him off.
So you listened, rolling your tongue around his tip as you bobbed your head a bit, taking his tip and just under that into your mouth. He tasted salty against your tongue as his tip leaked pre steadily into your mouth.
Toji slung a hand up behind him, placing it on the back of the sofa and squeezing the pillow between his fingers harshly, trying to ground himself, his other tangling itself in your hair still.
He had to actively fight his hips to not thrust into your mouth and just bully his cock down your throat, but it was so fucking hard. Every neuron in his brain was telling him to do so at the visual of you eagerly sucking on his cock.
He clenched his jaw hard when you looked up at him, presumably, for another direction.
“Wanna try taking it a little deeper?” he asked, eyes fluttering when you moaned out an “mhmm” around him, abs clenching at the vibration.
“Good girl.” He praised at your need to learn. “Keep your teeth tucked behind your lips and relax your throat so you don’t choke,” he gagged, though the thought of you choking around him didn’t sound half bad, but he was trying to be nice right now.
“Don’t push urself doll, take more whenever your ready.” he said, restraint was coursing through his veins. He didn’t want to get carried away and start thrusting haphazardly. He knew that if he showed restraint and this went well, that maybe in the future you would let him fuck your throat, that thought kept him sane right now, constantly reminding him of that revelation.
Toji tried to let himself relax against the cushions when you took him a little deeper.
Your mouth was being stretched painfully around his length the further you got down, a similar feeling to how your cunt felt when he slid in for the first time.
Eyes starting to water, forcing back a gag when you barely got halfway down his cock, and he was already pressed to the back of your throat.
Toji’s eyes rolled back in his sockets, he ran his fingers through your hair at the feeling of your mouth constricting him. “Doin so fucking good baby girl shiiiit,” he groned. You rubbed your thighs together at the praise.
So far he only felt your teeth graze him once, and that was already doing way better than the people who have attempted this before you.
The moans and whimpers you let out around him were sending delicious vibrations straight to his balls. His cock throbbing and twitching inside your warm mouth, threatening to spill into the cavern already.
He wanted to let you have your fun before he ruined it with his orgasm, and would ultimately have to wait till his cock was ready again before you continued. Although it probably wouldn’t take long with knowing just how hard he got in seconds at only the thought of your mouth around him, now having experienced it a little, he might not even have a refractory period after he came.
but he digressed
Toji jolted when you gagged around his cock, coughing around him and sending sputters of spit around him. “Fuck, c-careful doll, don’t hurt yourself” Toji groaned.
While you let yourself get used to taking in half, your hands came up to stroke what couldn’t fit in your mouth.
“Bob your head a little pretty thing, keep using your tongue too, just like you did for my tip.” his deep voice instructed when he noticed you just kept his length in your mouth, only moving your hands.
You followed his advice, bringing your warm mouth up, and back down on the amount that was comfortable for you right now, hands meeting your lips on the upstroke.
Toji was in heaven, he wanted to pull out his phone and take a video so he never forgot the scene in front of him.
He had never experienced receiving head that felt this fucking good before. His toes were curling in his slippers, balls tightening, and abs clenching rhythmically to match his heart wet as he watched you work.
It was so messy, spit was accumulating on the base of his cock, and his pelvis. Watching string of spit connect from the base to your small hands and lips was making his head feel fuzzy.
Much to his dismay, you popped off his dick, keeping your grip around the bottom of his cock when you spoke, “Toji, I wanna take it deeper” you whined, sounding frustrated. “Cant do it by myself, It won’t go any further.” you poured up at him, begging eyes pleading for some guidance.
oh this was fucking perfect, he thought.
The promise of future throatfucking that was preventing him from destroying your throat right now; opting to let you set the pace; might be seeing the light of day sooner than he though.
“Want me to help you sweet thing?” He asked, holding your cheek in his large palm, rubbing against your spit covered skin.
“P-please toji” you begged.
He felt the coil in his stomach tighten, this would not take long, but that was fine, he didn’t know if you would be able to take it for very long anyways.
Toji stood up in front of you, holding the sides of your head in his hands as he spoke, “Gonna fuck your throat okay?” he said, “If it’s too much jus’ tap my thigh n’ i’ll stop” he said, chest heaving before you took his cock back into your mouth.
You gripped your nails into his thighs, rubbing your legs together as you tried to alleviate some of the neediness you were feeling between your thighs.
You started to bob the first couple inches of him in your mouth, hands free; before he spoke. “Gonna move now ‘kay?” Toji waited till he felt you nod before he thrust his hips into your mouth.
You panicked a bit when you felt his cock slide down your throat, gagging around him when he pressed his balls completely to your chin, short hairs on his pelvis tickling your nose.
“Fucking- sh-ittt,” Toji groaned, holding you against him while you gagged and sputtered, “Relax your throat baby, ‘s okay, not gonna hurt ya” he comforted, “Took me so fucking well,” he continued praising.
Warning you before he started thrusting, you dug your nails into his skin, making him groan as he fucked his cock in and out of your wet cavern.
He cooed at you, watching the cat tears roll down your thighs as he mercilessly fucked your mouth. Years of unsatisfactory blowjobs and pent up need was being unleashed on your throat, and you were taking it like a fucking champ. “God, right fucking t-throat feels so good baby, you okay?” he asked, knowing you were in no place to give a proper respose, but he felt the agreement in vibrations around him when you tried to spoke
Making his smirk stretch across his face once more. Spit strings were connecting from your chin and his balls, as he kept up his bruising pace. “fuckfuckfuck,” toji let out a string of curses, “good-fucking-girl” he repeated in between thrusts.
The eye contact you were keeping with him was making him feel drunk, “Keep lookin at my baby, doin so good, keep those pretty eyes on me,” he instructed, biting his lip down at you.
He pulled your head off of his cock right before he came, letting you swallow down air as you let a small coughing fit wrack your lungs, toji pet your hair until the end of it.
“Doin so good,” he praised “I’m about to cum, Is it alright if I go a little harder? Wont take long sweet thing,” he promised.
Your small hand leaving his thigh to rub at your sore throat, strained voice pushing out your consent before he continued.
You used your hand to guide his cock back in your mouth, before dropping it back onto his thigh for stability. He wiped away your tears before he started up again, “You can take it,” he assured.
He curled his fingers into your head, gripping your hair as he brought your head into him to meet his thrusts, heavy balls slapping your chin with his mean thrusts, gagging and groans of approval being heard throughout the room.
Toji didn’t lie when he said this wouldn’t take long, his thrusts were so much rougher than before, more frequent too, leaving you with a shorter window to get air into your lungs between thrusts.
Vision starting to twinkle with spots when his thrusts started becoming erratic and losing their rhythm, “Take it take it fuck” his deep voice groaned, “So fucking close ohmygod“ he looked down at your fluttering eyes, new tears having been spilled over your cheeks at the harshness.
“Gonna swallow it all for me pretty girl? hmm?” The final straw being when you looked up at him, finally making eye contact with your fucked out eyes, “cumming- shit shit sh-“ he groaned long and deep, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat as you used all the brainpower you had to swallow around him, trying not to pass out from the lack of air.
Roughly pulling your hair back by one of his big hands, the other coming down to stroke his hand quickly over his cock, the last of his seed being pained all over your pretty face.
The black dots in your vision started fading as you gulped air greedily into your lungs, sticking your tongue out instinctly while his hot cum landed in long streaks all over it.
“fuuuuuuuck” toji almost whined, cock still in hand as he flopped back down into the cushions. “think i almost died,” he said softly, chest heaving up and down like he just ran a marathon.
Sweat was beating off his face, face flushed red and eyes lidded as his soul slowly but surely came back into his body, you rested your head against his thigh as he stroked the side of your face.
Toji leaned down, scooping you up under your arms and placing you in his lap, cradling you against his hard chest as the two of you caught your breath, “think i’m addicted to ur mouth,” his voice resonating through his chest vibrating through your body when he spoke.
“Think my mouth is addicted to your cock,” your horse voice retaliated, making him wince in remorse, “fuck” he laughed, “you sound awful, promise i’ll make you some tea for your throat later” he promised, caressing the back of your head.
“later?” you asked, curious as to why he doesn’t go make a cup now as it only take a couple minutes, “gotta eat ur pussy out to show u how much I loved what ya’ did for me first.” he said, like it was obvious. “But i guess if ya’ want I can make you tea first.” he half joked.
You pulled back from his chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him back onto the couch cushions with you, his huge frame swallowing yours, “tea can wait.” you smiled.

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— 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 ౨ৎ
suna rintaro x reader. 1.3k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ college au
note: this is a repost! just wanted to share it again for his birthday
you like the enigma that is suna rintaro.
you aren’t sure exactly what you like about him, but you know that you like him. it’s something that your friends will never let you live down.
you don’t blame them for it—their teasing and the never-ending questions that are thrown at you every time they happen to catch you stealing a glance at him. your infatuation confuses you, too, because suna rintaro is a weird guy—certainly not someone most people would have a crush on.
he comes to class in his pajamas, pokémon pants and a plain hoodie—the hood pulled over his head, scrunched around the edges, the strings tied into a messy bow. you rarely ever see his hair but on the infrequent occasion that you do, it’s never brushed and the dark strands are either tangled or sticking up, out of place. every so often a pair of black-framed lenses are perched on the bridge of his nose, sliding down the slope with the downward tilt of his head. suna has little regard for his appearance and a clear lack of professionalism, but still, you like him.
he sits in the third of four rows in the classroom, the one in front of you. the screen of his laptop is always dimmed but not so much that you can’t see what’s on it. the device never displays the course material, rather, it often plays an episode of whatever anime suna’s currently watching. you’ve never gotten the chance to see if his eyes flit up to glance at the projector or to follow along with the professor’s written examples, but the absence of anything to write with or on gives you the impression that he doesn’t. suna’s priorities aren’t straight, but still, you like him.
he eats alone, at least whenever you see him in the dining hall. you’ve noticed that he leans toward the build-your-own-sandwich place, though you have seen him swap out the subs for a salad or whatever homestyle meal was being served. one thing holds true for whatever he chooses to eat—he stuffs as much food into his mouth as he can. it can be cute, the way his cheeks puff up and his lips pout out, but his technique leads to an inevitable mess. any sauce or crumbs left behind on his face are wiped away with the back of his hand instead of a napkin. suna doesn’t know the first thing about table manners, but still, you like him.
you like suna and you’ve yet to figure out why.
you plan to change that today—the liking him part or uncovering the reason behind your feelings, you’re not sure, but your professor has given you the perfect excuse to figure out what the hell is going on.
“what are you doing?” your friend asks, the rustling of your papers catching her attention. you don’t answer but your eyes do dart down and slightly to the right where suna’s sitting. words aren’t needed for her to know what’s running through your head. “seriously?”
the girl easily pieces together that you’re on your way to recruit suna as your partner for the upcoming assignment. so does your companion sitting beside her. he speaks up this time. “you’re going to risk your grade over a crush?”
“it might not be that bad,” you shrug, the weight of your bag making the action more difficult than it should have been. “i’ll talk to you two later.”
they share a knowing glance before waving you off. you can feel their eyes burning a hole into the back of your head as you make your way down the step and past your classmates to steal the seat next to suna. as usual, his eyes are glued to the screen ahead of him, intently following the events of the animated show playing on it.
you’ve never sat this close to him before. your proximity warrants you a closer look at him. he looks more delicate than you ever thought he was—skin that seems as though it was carved from marble and incredibly unique greyish yellow eyes. he’s pretty and you could stare at him forever but you decide that would be creepy. instead, you lightly tap his shoulder to gain his attention.
suna’s finger reaches out to click the space bar on his keyboard to pause his anime. he turns to you, countenance blank.
“suna, right?” you ask despite knowing his name. “do you want to work on the paper together?”
a short moment passes before his reply. “sure.”
“great!” you’re not so sure his agreeance is a good thing or if it’ll end with you doing the entirety of the essay, but he doesn’t need to know that you and just about everyone else doubt his work ethic. “so, we can pick any topic that falls under the umbrella of-”
“the edo period,” he finishes your sentence.
you blink and nod, surprised at suna’s correct interruption. you wouldn’t admit it to your friends, but it’s become a habit for your eyes to wander to suna during class. you were sure he spent the entire time up until now preoccupied with his anime. you look to the board—it isn’t written there. your gaze whizzes over to his laptop—he hasn’t changed tabs on the device. he must have actually been listening to the lecture.
so you do pay attention in here, you think with a breathy laugh.
“it was a filler episode so i took one of my earbuds out.” his unexpected statement makes you stiffen. did you say that out loud? right beside him? you turn to apologize for the jab but suna doesn’t look offended; he’s grinning. “i’m usually not that attentive.”
you huff out a laugh. despite the comment, suna’s unforeseen diligence—albeit short-lived—is enough to give you a little hope about the paper. it’s possible that he isn’t as unproductive as he appears—maybe his priorities aren’t askew.
the scale that is your like of suna seems to be weighing heavily on the ‘you totally like him!!’ side. you clear your throat and shake your head to rid your mind of thoughts of him. “anything specific you want to write about?”
you and suna spend the last few minutes of class discussing your project. he brings up multiple interesting topics that the two of you could explore. it’s impressive and he exceeds any expectations you had of him. you can feel your pulse quickening with every word he speaks until it jumps at your professor’s dismissal of class.
for the first time ever, you’re not rushing to get out of the building.
as you pack up your belongings, your traitorous eyes drift to suna’s figure. you didn’t notice it earlier, perhaps because you arrived later than him this once, but his usual attire is traded in for some still comfy sweatpants and an oversized crewneck today. you voice your surprise. “no pokémon pajamas today, huh?”
he shakes his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “sorry to disappoint.”
you’re far from disappointed. while you have no problem with his typical apparel, the simple outfit looks good on him. the sleeves hang low on his arms, hiding his hands so that he has to make an effort to grab anything. it’s cute, you think. the ensemble isn’t much of a step up from what he typically wears, but maybe he isn’t as careless about his appearance as you thought.
interacting with him closely has done nothing to shake your unexplainable feelings for the man. if anything, all it did was make you tiptoe farther and farther to the edge of the diving board. there’s one more thing you have to see before you dive into the deep end of what is suna rintaro.
“hey, do you want to work on the paper over lunch?”
hope you enjoyed this short little fic! if so, consider reblogging and telling me about your favorite part :3
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♡ Dating Robb Stark Headcanons:
❝ How am I supposed to sit here planning a war, when you're over there looking like that? ❝
[SFW + No Gendered Terms]
☆ A/N: Absolutely re-fell in love w this lovesick man while writing this istg aaa!!! I’ll do some of the other characters from the poll from a few days ago but feel free to request other characters or specific situations with characters!
☆» Firstly, Robb is going to fall into either Friends to Lovers trope or Love at First Sight trope. I cannot see him falling into anything like an Enemies to Lovers trope because he wants someone he feels has a mutual respect for him as he would for you.
☆» He probably won't be the one to notice that he's fallen in love but his family instead. Jon would notice how Robb's eyes immediately light up and dart to you when you walk into the room. Those blue eyes of his are SPARKLING!!
☆» This would lead to playful teasing from his family in regards to you. Light nudges to Robb's side, gesturing toward you, asking you different questions (sometimes about Robb) all to embarrass him.
☆» Robb has a preference for someone who he can genuinely respect. Hardworking, hardheaded, perhaps a bit stubborn and independent. All of these qualities have him practically on his knees on sight.
☆» Speaking of his family, Catelyn would be in LOVE with you if Robb takes a liking to you. Like, Robb is her bby boy and she would love to encourage him to chase after this crush he's developed.
☆»Robb absolutely goes to her for advice on how to talk to his love interest in a way that'll get them to like him.
☆» Robb looks up to his own parents and their connection. He's always wanted to have their level of a bond and so trust and believe he is trying to be the ultimate honorable gentleman that Ned would want him to be.
☆» You'll end up noticing Robb being around more often but watching from a ways away. It's not in a creepy way but in a shy "Seven Hells... How am I meant to speak to them when I can't even approach them???"
☆» He takes things slow to not scare you off even if his feelings for you are quite big and overtaking his mind. He's always respectful of boundaries and would never dare presume how far he can take an interaction. He never wants you to feel uncomfortable around him.
☆» He takes an interest in your hobbies and interests. He thinks that it'll be easier to bond with you so he goes out of his way to pick up on whatever you like.
☆»You're an artist? Suddenly he's learning different techniques and learning how to discuss/critique artwork. You're interested in reading? He's SPEEDING through your favorite books to discuss them with you.
☆» Once in a relationship, he's an absolute sweetheart when it comes to you. I mean this man is IN LOVE and it's incredibly obvious to everyone by how his eyes look at you.
☆» Trust and believe this man is incredibly protective over you. Not only do you have The Young Wolf of the North to protect you but his actual direwolf, Grey Wind as well!
☆» Grey Wind becomes your defense when the wolf notices how much Robb cares for you. He'll often be at the foot of the bed, keeping his eyes to the door to watch for danger. He'll walk beside you at your side and watch for any suspicious behavior as well.
☆» Robb's Main Love Languages to give are: Words of Affirmation and Quality Time.
☆» Robb is a massive fan of complimenting you and tell you how much he admires you. (Big W for any praise kinks out there)
☆» Whispering sweet nothings in the mornings, complimenting your looks once you’ve dressed for the day(especially if you’re wearing typical Stark clothing if you aren’t from the North), parading how lucky he is to have you return his feelings, etc. This man does not stfu about how lovely you are.
☆» Lays his head in your lap and caresses your cheek while telling you in detail how lovely each part of your face is for him. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, your cheeks—Everything. He’s head over heels.
☆» He would want to be near you all the time and will often drag you along to show off a skill of his.
☆» Cue Jon tryharding against Robb during sparring sessions in the hopes to embarrass him in front of you bc he thinks it’s funny.
☆» Robb plans cute dates at least 1-2 a week. It wouldn’t have to be anything fancy or anything but he wants designated time to be with you.
☆» Something as simple as being in the Godswood to have quiet time with you and just talk for hours. He loses all track of time when he’s with you.
☆» Robb’s Favorite Love Languages to receive are: Quality Time and Gift Giving.
☆» Similarly to himself, he wants you to want to spend time with him. Going to see him for small visits throughout the day absolutely makes it better.
☆» He can be prone to stress as the eldest son and one day heir to Winterfell so knowing he has someone he can count on to be there means a lot.
☆» Now in terms of Gift Giving, this does NOT mean expensive gifts. I mean sporadically bringing Robb different items that you thought he would cherish.
☆» The idea that you thought about him makes his heart swell and flutter.
☆» Like present him a flower that you found because you thought it to be beautiful and he now keeps it in his room and makes sure it’s tended to so it lives for as long as possible.
☆» ESPECIALLY IF ITS SOMETHING YOU MADE?????
☆» Even if it isn’t top quality, he will cherish it forever because it’s the fact that you spent time on doing something for him that makes him so happy!!
☆» He would absolutely brag about what you made for him and tell everyone that he has the best partner for it.
⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune
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𝟗𝟗% 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭
steve harrington/eddie munson
for @steddiemicrofic’s march prompt: pin, 388 words.
ft. extension of That Boathouse Scene, light/implied dom/sub, awkward boner | M rating
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Steve’s pinned up against a corrugated iron wall, broken glass bottle at his throat. He’s on his tip-toes to keep away from the sharp edges, head tilted back as far as it’ll go. He’s never been so scared for his fucking life (and that’s really saying something, considering how life’s been going the past couple years).
He’s also never been so fucking hard.
Don’t get him wrong, he really doesn’t want to get stabbed. It’s not the risk of death that’s doing it for him.
It’s the way the town freakshow’s got him held there by his jacket, so close Steve can smell his sweat; can see it glisten on his upper lip, something he could lick. Steve’s never wanted to be anywhere near Eddie Munson before, especially not in a creepy boathouse—wanting to lick him is a little bit of a jump. Steve’s going to blame that on the pinning down too; he’s always been a sucker for it.
The whole thing’s just weird, but Steve knows that’s nothing new considering the situations he’s been in while he tries to help these teenagers save the town over and over because the door to Hell or whatever won’t fucking stay shut.
Eddie’s got a wild look in his eyes, like he might really do it. Really pierce Steve’s throat.
Steve feels his cock flex like it wants to get even harder. His skin feels buzzy, and he wants to squirm, but he resists. Just in case he, y’know, gets stabbed for it.
Dustin pleading for his life in the background is kind of sweet, but Steve’s wishing he didn’t have the audience since it feels like his dick is going to burst out the front of his pants. Even if he knows he’d probably be bleeding out next to the tarp without him.
Dustin’s technique works, though. Eddie releases and the longest minute of Steve’s life ends. Kid’s got a future in hostage negotiation.
He doesn’t have time to ponder the whole thing now, not with the latest curse on Hawkins going strong, but Steve satiates himself with the thought that it was definitely not about Eddie and just about the pinning. Like 99% at least.
It’s something they roleplay, much later, with Steve’s legs around his waist and a bottle that Eddie filed down the edges on.
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Something bothering me after s3.e4. Zava's right, a lot. The first thing the guy says is that gender is a social construct! Hell yeah!
We all expected to hate him, expected him to be a Jaimie s1, and then he barges in to the scene saying all this stuff that we agree with. This episode where he talks about how we should name ourselves feels a bit "yes, king."
Except that it's not.
Zava does not ask Van Damme why he's Zoreaux because he wants Van Damme to look deeper, he does it because he was corrected by Van Damme on his name. Zava was wrong, and rather than admit that and move on Zava constructed a narrative in which he was right by using ideology that we already agree with.
It's a distraction technique. It's a massively toxic trait that is most often used by narcissists. It becomes impossible to argue with someone doing this, because you agree fundamentally with what they're saying, and the moment that you do you've fallen into a trap where the narcissist does not have to change their behavior or recognize their wrongs.
This particular situation is a small one, but it hints at something much bigger. The fact that Zava couldn't admit he was wrong over a more minor thing is a big red flag to me. Zava said what he said to protect his hero/idol status, and because he is the kind of man that cannot admit to his mistakes.
This also isn't the first time. His introduction is him sitting at Rebecca's desk. Which is clearly very creepy, but when he's called to answer to why he's there he distracts us by saying "gender is a construct." When he first speaks to Ted he simultaneously says the things all coaches want to hear and what he really means. "I am an empty vessel filled with gold. I am a rock, mold me." He's claiming he'll listen to Ted, but also very clearly saying that he will do what he wants in the end. He simultaneously says Will is the most important person and insults him by saying he's 11. We're used to himbo characters and seeing the best in people, but that just makes it all the easier to be taken in.
The writers are clearly using Zava to illustrate a new type of toxic male character we haven't yet seen on the show as of yet. And they're simultaneously demonstrating just how convincing narcissists are. They're so easy to like because they say the right things. Many of the fans of the show like Zava, and that's on purpose.
And the writers have also already told us exactly what Zava's going to do.
When Zava is first mentioned, Rebecca and Higgins talk about how he switches teams constantly. Now that we know Zava's character it's easy to connect the dots as to why that is. The moment people on the team wise up to who Zava actually is and stop hero worshiping him is the moment Zava skips town. He doesn't care what kind of situation that leaves his team in, because he's only ever been on a team of 1.
So what we'll see is that Zava will continue to use progressive words to prove himself right while being steadily more wrong and offensive. At some point that will cross a line where the team can no longer ignore it, and it will break the illusion of what Zava's been doing the whole time for both the team and the audience. Zava will immediately leave Richmond. And bc this is a tv show it will be at a moment where Richmond needs him the most.
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❤️🩹Lost in a Moment (AU!Adult!Gojo Satoru x Adult!Geto Suguru)❤️🩹
A/N: Listening to Lost In A Moment from Stray Gods the Role Playing Musical helped put me in an emotionally wrecked state.
Yet watching yesterday's new episode ... that topped it. 😢🤧
CW: DEFINITE ANIME SPOILERS; UP TO S2 E9 NOW! AND YEAH IMPLIED MANGA SPOILERS BUT NOT IN MUCH DETAIL! Angst, hurt/comfort, reincarnation into modern age AU with retained memories of canon lives, cliche corny cheesy sappy lovey dovey feels, and yes Imma make more for this AU with the rest of my JJK babies ... and put in some x Reader soon. When the next episode drops... cause God that's gonna be a ride. OF FEELS! 😭
Credit for JJK goes to Gege ... despite all the madness they've put our babies through!
* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.
More JJK content coming as daily as this season runs. I hope you enjoy.
So much blood shed.
So many lives lost.
Panic and disgust at all that carnage yet enjoyment enacting violence against those special grades.
Roughly a thousand transfigured heads rippled through the blood-soaked station, trapped in his Infinite Void, within two tenths of a second.
Then came the Prison Realm.
The cube swishing open to take its true form.
Its wrinkly red skin stretched out into an X, wires stretching out its shrunken warm colored eye dripping with blood.
His instincts screamed to turn tail and get away.
"Yo Satoru."
That waving, closed eye smile sent unsettling, too trusting tremors through him.
"Huh?"
"Long time no see."
A fake?
A transformation technique?
No … the Six Eyes burned it onto his brain.
It all came flowing into him.
Three years' worth of his youth.
Smiling at that face.
Eyes full of hope.
Taking a minute to unfold in his head.
Enough time for the Prison Realm to merge with him, jutting out of him, keeping him hanging and pinned.
"You shouldn't lose yourself in thought, in the midst of battle, Satoru."
I can't sense any cursed energy. I can't get my body to move, either. This is checkmate, huh?
"So, who the hell are you?"
"I'm Suguru Geto. Don't you remember me? How sad."
"Your body, your cursed energy … all the information provided by these eyes is telling me you're Suguru Geto. But … my soul is rejecting all that! Now answer me already! Who the hell are you!?"
"Creepy." Pulling on that near invisible thread. Lifting the top half of his head off. Revealing the mouthed alien brain; juices dripping down his face, his wide ass toothy smile pissing him off. "How could you tell?"
"That's my technique you see. I can pass from one body to another by replacing its brain with myself. Of course, I'm also able to use that technique etched into the body I inhabit. I really wanted this man's Curse Manipulation and this situation, too. You didn't have Shoko Ieiri handle the disposal of Suguru Geto's body that day, did you?"
He couldn't … he just couldn't bear it.
Watching his one and only best friend being buried … or even cremated … after all those years spent apart on opposite sides … his selfish grieving heart had to keep him.
Plopping that head cap back on, squelched noises were made, it all churned Gojo's guts.
"That was an odd time for you to show consideration. But thanks to that, I was able to obtain this body with ease."
Pulling the thread to hold its creped hold back in place.
"You needn't worry. I'll release your seal eventually. A hundred… no … maybe a thousand years from now? You're just too strong. And you're in the way of my plans."
"Hah! Have you forgotten? Who was it that beat the crap out of that body before I killed him?" His stubborn pride and confidence in his distant relative turned aspiring pupil knew no bounds.
"Yuta Okkotsu, huh? I just don't see as much appeal in that boy as you do. Copying techniques without any conditions, and a bottomless well of cursed energy … both of those were just effects obtained from binding the soul of his most beloved with a pact. Sorry to say this, but Yuta Okkotsu can never replace you."
False Geto …
No ….
Kenjaku.
Damn him.
"Goodnight, Satoru Gojo. We'll meet again in the new world."
His pleading hopes that his one great weakness – his greatest strength – would respond to his desperate cries to come back and end the madness were all dashed.
Betting all his hopes that Suguru was still in there somewhere, trying to break free like himself, and that someway, somehow, something blessed would arrive amiss all this cursed madness.
Yet, even as the instincts of keeping him safe ingrained in the overtaken body of his best friend surfaced just to choke his hijacked being, it was a lost cause.
Lost in the moments of the times he missed most of all.
Lost in the song of their laughter, their fights, their banter, when they could be kids and nothing else.
Being each other's strength.
Making up for what the other lacked.
Each other's missing piece.
And to have that cursed Kenjaku make him relive the hell of a life failing Suguru. Tainting his entire being. Not even in death could the suffering end for his lost and lonely other half; matching Gojo's inner suffering for over a decade long in a world without Geto.
The strongest one, the honored one, defeated by the greatest curse that is love.
Failing his moral compass, his one and only friend, who needed someone in his time of need when he fell apart over his struggling morals after witnessing the cruel truth of their world. Expected to protect those that don't deserve it. Losing those that are too pure for that horrific reality.
Unable to protect his students, allies, and friends from the onslaught of hell that came for them that bloody Halloween night.
Unable to resist the moment that monster greeted him in Suguru's voice.
Unable to save the one he loved most of all.
Three years spent trapped.
Trapped in isolating hell.
Swallowed whole in suffocating, soul crushing darkness.
The muffled voice of someone pulled him out of the murky pulls of deep slumber. The jostling shake in his being, the solid digging of fingers in his shoulders, the overwhelming heat shoving back the freezing sunken teeth of the nightmare.
The muffled sound became clear out in the open as the most familiar voice of all was yelling out his name desperately.
"Satoru!? Wake up! Come on, please!"
Rescuing him from that insufferable reality.
Awakening him in a new one.
Blinking his eyes up several times, heaving and catching his breath as he broke out into a sweat.
Non vibrant eyes darting all over as he took in everything. Late at night. The AC humming in the background. Streams of moonlight creeping in through the skinny gap of the curtains. Trickling along the hunched form of Geto over him in their shared bed, wearing a long-sleeved charcoal sleeping shirt, an all-knowing concern written all over his face.
"What was it this time?"
No stitched-up forehead.
No more lies.
Looking into those enriching, trusting eyes.
Gojo shakily breathed out, draping an arm over his eyes. "Me being sealed away."
It is him.
Really, truly, his Suguru.
Breathing.
Safe.
Free.
Gojo felt his walls collapsing.
His vulnerability surfacing.
"The price a do over gives us." Geto murmured somberly.
"Yeah." His throat constricted, his eyes watered up, gritting wrecked grunts left him as his hand enclosed in a shaking veiny fist. Trying to keep it all in, not wanting Suguru to see him falling apart over a bad dream. But the contents of said dream made him want to behold to hold Suguru and never let him go again.
Alarmed by panic, Geto leaned down immediately to lay right atop him, embracing his emotional love with his own tightening grip, shushing him insistently as his hand brushed through those lovely white locks. "It's okay. I'm here. We're both here."
Recollections of their past lives flaring up in dreams is but one of the few downsides to reincarnation in this new modern age. But shouldering that burden with another makes it less of a struggle.
"This better not be a dream." Gojo lifted his arm, revealing the pain flashing in those emotionally teary blue eyes which tore at Geto's heartstrings. "Or I swear to God," Gojo sobbingly hiccupped as he clawed at Geto's clothed back, distraught battling relief within himself as his face nuzzled into Geto's strong neck.
"It's real. All of it. And this." Geto's tender, warm firm lips pressing to his cheek felt too good to be true. "I'm real, Satoru. As are you."
Breathing in Suguru's scent to calm his irrational state of mind, easing down just hearing his name spoken in that cozy voice from the genuine article. "This is real." Whispering that mantra over and over slowly kept Gojo grounded in the here and now as it did with Geto.
Gojo's next words struck a chord within them both. "I … I'm sorry Suguru."
"What?" Geto pulled back enough to look into those normal yet breathtaking blue eyes.
"For everything. For ignoring your pain all those years. For not letting you go when I … I killed you. If it weren't for me, that bastard wouldn't have taken it over and everyone … everything … wouldn't have turned out so wrong. I ... I was never the same without you." Gojo's voice cracked, braving himself to look him right in the eye even in this harried sorry state, when a gentle peck to his lips halted his words.
Geto's almond eyes narrowed as they became murky with lament. "Don't blame yourself. I'm … sorry too. For leaving you. For not divulging all my troubles to you. I just … the weight of the world was already on your shoulders. I believed I alone could find a solution to my problems … and that of our world … even if it meant becoming the worst curse user of our age. Yet after all that time …" His smile had Gojo at a loss of breath as Geto's other hand cradled his tear-stained cheek, rubbing calming circles with his thumb. "You still trusted me to the very end. After all the damage I had caused. After I hurt you … envying your power over seeing you for the person I always knew you to be deep down inside." Geto shut his eyes, letting his own tears trail down freely, sparking from the sliver of moon beams hitting them, mesmerizing Gojo.
To him, Geto Suguru never looked more radiant.
Gojo dug his fingers in Geto's back to pull himself up enough for their faces to be a mere inch or so apart, wiping away his tears in kind. "We've both suffered. All of us did. Doomed in that world from the start. Trying to change it all our own way. Prepared to lay our lives down for that dream. And yet, here we are."
Geto chuckled in wry amusement, resting his forehead against Gojo's. "The irony of it all."
Both ready to welcome death when their times came. On the same day. Their anniversary. Only to reawaken in a whole new world, one with no cursed energy at all. No cursed spirits, no sorcerers, nothing. With everyone else coming along for the ride. And all the memories attained from their past lives. Whatever higher power intervened to bring it all to fruition, neither knew at the time whether to be thankful or resentful.
And yet … finding their grown-up selves seeing each other again in the flesh … instinctually running to each other, collapsing in each other's arms, heart ruled over reason ever since.
Such as now.
Sitting up on their legs and calves, their embrace was as cathartic as the first one shared in the pure light of a new venture. Looking into each other's eyes, the sparks of hope reigniting.
"I forgive you, Satoru." Geto gently rubbed his nose against Gojo's.
"I forgive you too, Suguru … my one and only." Gojo's endearing grin had Geto laughing softly.
"Same old Satoru."
"Of course. It's still me, after all." That cheeky smirk says it all.
"How I have missed that sight …" Geto's gaze gleamed with amour that made Gojo's heart soar. "We have a second chance. We all do."
"Let's not waste it, then." Gojo's sculpted strong hand weaved through those silky raven locks, cradling the back of Geto's head. "I'm willing to fight for this life if you are. Nightmares, memories, and all." The conviction rose to meet his newfound dream.
"I'm not going anywhere. If I must live again, I'd rather live a long life worth living … as long as it's with you." Geto's own firm resolve gave him the urge to just come out and say it.
"We are the strongest duo, after all~!"
Geto's free hand playfully wacked Gojo's white long-sleeved shoulder, chortling, "Idiot."
"You love it, though." That drawn out kiss lingered between them as their half-lidded eyes stayed connected. "Admit it."
"I do." Geto's warm breath made Gojo want to kiss him again, longer, deeper, relishing his taste.
Drowning in the overwhelming pleasure as he pulled Geto even closer by the head, wrapping an arm around his body, meshing perfectly together.
As their tongues battled for dominance, Geto pushed Gojo to lay fully down in their big welcoming bed, laying down atop him once more, parting their panting mouths, connected by a line of their saliva, burning puffs hitting each other's mouths. "I love you, Gojo Satoru. All of you."
His soul told it to be true.
"And I love you Geto Suguru … I always have. In our old life… in this one …. if it's with you, that's the only place I want to be."
"So sappy. Even for you." Geto teased.
"Hey, you're stuck with me for life. Deal with it." Gojo stuck his tongue out, feigning annoyance.
"Like I have any other choice," Geto sighed, resigning to his fate, but his smitten grin displayed how fine he is to it all. The loud yawn released from his taller lover had him cup his cheeks to give a goodnight smooch, moving to lay on his side, cozying up to Gojo. "Good dreams should await you now."
"Having you here with me is a dream come true~" Gojo purred, intertwining their legs together as he wrapped his arms around Geto's shoulders.
Geto rolled his eyes, exasperated. "God the corniness."
Gojo laughed mirthfully before kissing Geto repeatedly, speaking in between the breaks. "I mean it. I do."
Wrapping his own arms around him, Geto could relax completely knowing his dear Satoru was so happy. Thanks to him. Because of him. Return those kisses in kind, humming at how good it felt. "Well, I do too."
Embracing each other under the sheets, lulled by each other's warmth, their even breathing and synchronized heartbeats became the telltale signs that they both fell fast asleep.
The catharsis was profound.
For that night would be followed by many others.
Where dreams come to fruition.
When living peacefully was possible.
Waking up to the early morning sunrise and seeing themselves in each other's arms brought sleepy smiles to their faces, kissing soundly before snuggling even closer to each other, falling straight back to dreamland.
Lost in a moment.
Lost in a song.
Their moment.
Their song.
Of a new beginning.
Together.
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{3} - To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader
Yandere AU & Trickster AU
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Suspense
Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Wooyoung, and very slight Yeosang)
Words: 3,905
Warnings: Wooyoung likes to flirt and gets quite touchy, talks of death and dying. I think that’s all. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: I honestly had so much fun writing flirty trickster Wooyoung, so I hope you all enjoy him, too! I’m really excited for this series to take off and progress, cause there’s just so much nuance and suspense going to be packed into it, that I hope I can execute it well! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.
Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two
Just what the hell is going on here?
You thought with the amount of time you spent researching these eight tricksters and their insanity games, it would give you some sort of advantage if you ever ended up in their clutches. Now, you’re not so sure. Are you even in a game anymore, or an elaborate trap that they’ve created in hopes to claim you?
Yet, why you? You’re no different than anyone else. Though, you suppose there never really are any sort of patterns to them choosing their victims. At least, none that have appeared throughout the years.
Normally, the rules of the game are simple: find a way out, or be the last one standing. From the lore you’ve managed to find, no one has ever escaped, leading to some horrific recounts from the people unlucky enough to be caught in their traps.
Eight are selected: one for each of them. A person whom they choose as their own personal candidate for these games. Games of which they each take turns interfering with, in order for their selected sacrifice to win.
The man on the phone was probably the one to select you this time around, but from what he implied, it’s possible they all wanted to choose you. You just hope you don’t run into any of them. Who knows if you’ll survive that.
Letting out a sigh, you unlock your front door. That notebook rests in your left hand, pencil between your fingers as you step back out into the night. You might as well start exploring and creating that map of the area. There’s nothing better to do, anyways, and if you wait for someone to come rescue you, you’ll be waiting until you die of either dehydration or starvation.
Locking the door behind you, you turn to face the maze. Hopefully you can find some supplies, or a bag to carry things in. You only have so many pockets on your person, and running with large items in your hands isn’t a favourable option.
Leaning against the side of the shack, you flip to a blank page in the notebook. Labelling the top lefthand corner with ‘map’, you draw a little house icon to indicate where your shack is. You can always worry about a more accurate spacial drawing later, right now you’re more concerned with getting a general idea of the path laid out before you.
Keeping your guard high and your ears open, you begin to trudge towards the opening of the maze once more.
Arriving at the split path, you decide to turn left to start. You can see more options down this way, and besides, turning to the right almost immediately reaches another fork in the road. It’ll be better to explore the bigger areas first, since if there are other people in the maze with you, they’ll probably want to avoid the paths which will lead them to encounter other sacrifices.
That is, if they know what to expect.
For thirty minutes, you follow along the left side of the hedge. One basic maze technique which you’ve always agreed upon is to keep one hand to the wall and follow it around. Since you turned left to start, you’ll keep your left hand against the wall. Well, metaphorically, of course. Right now, you’re using both hands to trace the path of the maze into the notebook, but you still remain on high alert.
It’s when you reach another opening at the edge of the maze’s wall that you freeze in your tracks.
So far, all you’ve come across is a few dead ends, which is to be expected, but this? This is different.
Peering around the corner, you take small glances at the new area every now and then. The last thing you want is to be attacked by someone just as scared as you are. Who knows what skills they have, or if they have any weapons on them, too. Besides, you’ve had a creeping feeling of being watched getting stronger and stronger for the past ten minutes, or so.
From what you can see, the space appears to be another shack just like your own. The door remains closed, but you cannot tell if it’s been opened at all or not.
Clutching your pencil firmly in your hand, you creep forward. Your eyes flit to and from, whole body tense as you approach the opening.
“Hello?” You keep your voice low. A warning, so as not to surprise anyone. “Is anyone there? I promise I mean you no harm.”
You’ve handled yourself plenty of times in a fight, you’d just rather not expel that type of energy this early on in the game.
A minute of silence passes, yet you still get no response.
Pausing for a moment, you focus on your other senses. Closing your eyes as you press yourself into the bush, you listen for any other sounds you might be able to hear.
The stillness around you is deafening, but… there. It’s faint, but you can hear another person’s breathing coming from your left side.
Your eyes flash open. They’ve been hiding around the corner this entire time.
Crouching as low to the ground as you can, you begin to stalk forwards. Once you reach the very edge of the corner, you pause, taking a low breath to steady your nerves.
With nothing but that notebook in one hand, and a pencil in the other, you attack. If you can get them before they can get you, maybe you can pin them long enough to talk some sense into them. After all, you’ve done it before.
Only, when you turn the corner, no one is there.
Strange. You could have sworn you heard someone’s breathing coming from this very spot.
Standing back to your full height, you let out a puff of air through your nose, shoulders relaxing. However, that relief is short lived when you sense a presence appear directly behind you.
Arms wrap around your torso, pulling you almost lovingly into someone’s embrace. A light giggle sounds by your ear, their grip squeezing you almost giddily.
“You certainly are cautious,” he says, breath tickling the back of your neck. In the next second, a pleased hum is escaping him as he nuzzles his face into the nape. “Smart, too.”
You give him no time to react as you kick back with the heel of your foot. Luckily, you manage to hit his knee, causing his grip to loosen around you. Immediately, you take this chance to free yourself from his hold, elbowing him away from you for good measure as you turn around.
The pencil you have in your hand is pressed to his throat, pushing him firmly against the side of the maze. Your one arm rests across his chest, eyes wild as you attempt to catch your breath. Eyes which meet the most pearlescent of whites across from you.
“Hello, Lovely,” the trickster grins, and you notice how sharp his teeth are, like fangs, as his lips curl over them.
There’s a certain sparkle in his eyes as he looks at you. One which you do not quite understand.
“What the hell do you want with me?” You hiss, pushing him deeper into the hedge.
The male tilts his head, almost inquisitively. “I thought Leader made that clear on the phone? Oh, you would not believe how jealous we were that he got to talk to you first. That’s why I just had to come and see you. May I just say, you never disappoint.”
The way he licks his lips, head shifting ever so slightly as his gaze roams over the front of your body, or at least, what he can see, has a shiver of disgust crawling up your spine.
“And I thought I told you that I’m not playing this stupid game of yours.” Your lips curl, a scowl pulling at your features.
“Careful, Lovely,” he chuckles, a pleased grin tugging at his features. “You shouldn’t look at me like that. You’re turning me on; I might take it the wrong way.”
“You disgust me,” your features pull in irritation.
You physically feel him shiver beneath your hold. “Don’t tease me, Lovely. You have no idea of the effect you can have on me.” Again, you can feel his eyes roaming over every free inch of skin that he can see. He hums. “You’re so much prettier up close. Want to get personal, too?”
The pencil is pressed harder into his skin.
He chuckles, amusement dancing on his features as he lifts his brows. “What are you going to do, write me to death?”
“You won’t be such a smart ass when you’re choking on your own blood.” You retort, hand nearly shaking from how firmly you grip onto that pencil.
“You’d need a real weapon in order to harm me.” He giggles, reaching a hand up to tenderly caress the side of your face.
“Then help a gal out, won’t you?” You say, easing your hold the slightest bit to lean away from his touch.
“Believe me, Lovely,” he grins, and you can just feel the way his gaze flicks down to your lips. “There are many ways I’d enjoy helping you out.”
“You’re disgusting.” You push off of him, putting as much space between the both of you now as you can.
If he wanted to hurt you, you’d already be dead.
A pleasant shiver wracks his whole body, a light moan escaping him at your words.
“Lovely, you know what those words do to me,” his breathing deepens the slightest bit, and he bites his lower lip.
“Stop calling me that.” You snap, grip so deadly on the pencil in your hand that you’re surprised it doesn’t snap from the pressure.
“Would you prefer My Love? How about Beautiful?” He grins, straightening to his full height as he meets your gaze once more. “Treasure? Fated?” Something within his eyes flash, voice dropping to a low rumble, “Mine.”
“So, you’re all delusional pricks. Great.” You huff out an exasperated sigh while rolling your eyes. “Do you do this every time, or is this round a special occasion?”
“Of course this round is a special occasion,” he blinks at you, as if what he’s saying is the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re here.”
“You don’t know me.” Your guard is high, shoulders tense.
“Oh, but we do,” the way he says your name, nothing more than a tender drawl on his lips, has your breath catching in your throat. “We know you, just as you know us.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You brush his comment off, just as you did earlier that day with the man on the phone.
The male pouts. “Leader said you might say that again. You know, we’ve been watching you for almost as long as you’ve been studying us, Lovely.”
“A mild curiosity that led me nowhere,” you reply smoothly, jaw twitching in ire as you hear that nickname again. That is, until you’re grimacing as certain memories pop up in your mind. “Well, not in a direction I wanted to take.”
Something about his whole demeanour shifts before your very eyes, but it’s gone in the blink of an eye. It’s so quick, you swear you imagine it, but you could have swore he looked angry. Upset even. Yet, for some reason, you just know that his feelings aren’t directed at you.
“We know of what that bitch did to you-“
“You know nothing.” You spit harshly, cutting him off in an instant. “Don’t pretend to know anything about me. You never will.”
The male sighs, shaking his head lightly. “You’ll see.”
You frown. “I’ll see what?”
“In time, you’ll see how much we’ve done for you. What we’re still doing for you.” He replies, briefly glancing at his feet before he’s looking up through his lashes at you. “I cannot speak for my brothers, but say the word, and I’d do anything for you.”
“Then, let me go.” Comes your blunt reply.
“Not that.” He sighs, shoulders drooping slightly. “Anything but that.”
Your eyebrow twitches upwards. “Okay, then. Kill me.”
Your words clearly catch him off guard, and you swear you feel the ground beneath your feet begin to shake.
He grimaces, gaze flitting around the clearing nervously.
“If you’ll do anything except let me go,” your voice is firm, eyes sharp, “kill me.”
“Anything but that, too.” He replies, whole body tense now.
“So, clearly, you won’t do anything for me.” You state, crossing your arms over your chest.
At the way his lips purse, you know you’ve caught him in his own game.
“I can still help you,” he takes a step towards you, only for you to mirror his movements and take a step back. “I will help you.”
“I cannot believe a word you say.” The distrust is clear in your voice, and it pains his heart more than you’ll ever know. “I will not.”
“I would never lie to you.” Inside his eyes, you see the deepest of browns beginning to shine through. Irises appear, of which take form as he stares deeply into your gaze. Almost as if he’s begging you to believe him; he doesn’t want you to look away, so that you can see the sincerity shining within him for you. “Never to you.”
“All you are is full of lies,” you spit, guard high once more as you put more space between your bodies. “It’s who you are.”
“So, you do remember,” he hums, amusement flashing in his eyes. “No matter what I say, I see my reputation precedes me.” A small, disappointed sigh. “And here I was, hoping to get a chance to prove how honest I could be with you.”
“Is this your game? Picking a target, and smooth talking them to lower their guard to get them to trust you before you strike?” Your gaze searches his every feature, watching every movement he makes closely. “You will find I am not so gullible.”
“No,” he sighs once more, “sweet words are never your forte, right Lovely?” Something in his eyes flash. “You much prefer actions over empty promises.”
You stiffen, blood running cold.
“Still, I did say I would help you out,” he hums, beginning to close the distance between the both of you once more. Only, this time, he doesn’t stop advancing. Not until your back is pressed against the opposite hedge of the maze, and he’s standing right in front of you. Carefully, he reaches his hand up to caress the side of your face. “What is it that you desire from me, Lovely?”
You smack his hand away, much to his amusement. Yet, you can see a spark of discontent travel through him, given the way his lips tug downwards. Luckily, he doesn’t attempt to touch you again.
“Take a wild guess.” You grin maliciously, eyes sharp as you meet his own.
“Well, I can’t leave you alone, nor can I let you go.” He hums, a teasing quirk to the corner of his lips. “I won’t kill you, nor can I agree to never see you again.” The more he lists, the more you scowl. “I guess I could give you a weapon, but you have to do something for me in return.”
“Of course I do,” you seethe, pushing yourself as far back into the hedge as you can. “Things never come freely from you bastards.”
“Seriously, Lovely, this is the most erotic session of foreplay I’ve ever engaged in,” he purrs, leaning in close to your ear so his breath tickles your skin. The way he places his hands gently on your hips to pull you closer into him has your whole body tensing in your spot. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help you out in any other ways?”
“Get your filthy fucking hands off of me.” Harshly, you shove him away.
The male manages to stumble back a few feet, that same amused grin dancing on his features.
“Save that feistiness for the bedroom, Lovely,” he winks, a smirk pulling at his features. “I love a woman who knows exactly what she wants, and isn’t afraid to take it all.”
You’re about to repeat your earlier words to him yet again, but you bite your tongue. The way you notice his expression falter slightly lets you know it was the right decision. So, instead, you sigh.
“What do you want?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Oh, believe me, there are many things that I want from you,” the way his eyes shamelessly roam your figure again as he licks his lips has disgust pulling on your features immediately. “Let’s start with something simple first, shall we?”
You quirk a brow, staring at him expectantly.
“I want you to say my name.”
You blink at him, stunned into silence by his request.
He steps into you once more, lifting both hands to cradle your face in his grasp. A touch of which that is surprisingly tender, and downright loving.
“Say my name, Lovely,” he whispers, and you can feel his breath ghosting over your lips as he leans into you. “Say my name, and I’ll fulfill your every desire.”
Your breath hitches, and you find yourself swallowing the sudden dryness in your throat. From his proximity, you can see the way his pure white eyes hood over, a darkness swirling within the longer he stares at you. A look which is filled with such tender affection, you don’t understand how he could be staring at you like this.
Your lips part, and you can practically feel the swipe of his tongue over his own.
A brief pause as you contemplate fulfilling his one wish to aid you right now. You shouldn’t trust him, you know, but his offer might just be too good to refuse.
Luckily, you don’t have to decide, for the male is being harshly torn away from you in the next second.
“Wooyoung.” Another male’s voice reaches your ears, this one being much rougher, deeper. “You broke our agreement.”
Finally, without the trickster standing before you, you feel as if you can breathe again. Shifting your gaze, you see another male harshly gripping Wooyoung’s arm, holding him back from you across the way.
“Aw, come on, Yeosang!” He whines, a pout tugging onto his lips. “You ruin all my fun.”
“Your definition of fun is never just that.” The other male, Yeosang, squeezes Wooyoung’s arm a bit tighter. “You’re lucky Jongho or San didn’t find you first.”
“Like they were thinking of doing anything different.” Wooyoung grumbles, shaking off the other male’s hold to cross his arms in front of his chest.
“We all agreed to twenty-four hours.” Yeosang narrows his gaze at the male before him, his deep purple eyes shining beneath the light of the stars. “Why do you think Leader called-“
He cuts himself off, taking notice of you standing as still as you possibly can by the side of the maze.
“No, please,” you reply, somewhat sarcastically, “don’t let me interrupt.”
The male remains silent, observing you carefully. In the next moment, he blinks, swallowing somewhat thickly.
Wooyoung quirks a brow, breaking out into boisterous laughter. “Can’t wait to tell the others you were so stunned by her beauty the first time you saw her this close that you went speechless for once.”
This earns the male a harsh smack in the gut, causing him to double over in pain.
“I’m sorry for him.” The male, Yeosang, finally addresses you.
You quirk a brow. “Never thought I’d live to see the day a trickster apologized to me.”
“We’re full of pleasant surprises, Lovely,” Wooyoung manages to speak, though his voice comes out strained. Soon, he’s straightening back to his full height with a bit of difficulty, continuing to rest a hand over his stomach.
Instantly, Yeosang lands another hit on the male, causing Wooyoung to drop to his knees.
“That is for breaking the agreement, and believe me, what Leader has planned for you is much worse.” Yeosang hisses, crouching over Wooyoung’s figure collapsed in pain.
“Worth it.” Wooyoung weakly chuckles, a groan escaping his lips as Yeosang steps on his back.
Briefly, Yeosang meets your gaze. “You have twenty more hours before the games truly begin. Use them wisely; we’ll be watching.”
Without another word, the two disappear into thin air.
You blink, guard still high as you attempt to wrap your head around what you’ve just witnessed. Neither male attacked you, which is completely opposite to every story you’ve ever read about them. Plus, they’re supposedly giving you time before the games actually start?
Just what the fuck is going on here?
Swallowing thickly, you roll your shoulders, attempting to loosen some of the tension from your body. Carefully, you tilt your head side to side, hearing a few satisfying pops as you crack your neck. Slowly, you begin to walk forward.
The toe of your shoe hits something small, hidden within the blades of grass at your feet. Bending down, you pick up the object, noticing a small knife now glinting beneath the light of the moon.
Looks like Wooyoung really pulled through.
Gripping the handle of the blade in your hand, you inspect the weapon.
This could be a simple trick. It might not even be a real knife.
Walking up to the side of the shack, you drag the tip of the blade against the wood. At the mark you see beginning to appear beneath the point, you nod to yourself. Looks like it is a real weapon. He isn’t tricking you.
You just hope it doesn’t disappear when you actually go to use it.
Letting out a small sigh, you allow yourself to relax even further. At least now you have a means to defend yourself with, even if it still relies on you being in close combat with an enemy. Something is better than nothing.
If what Yeosang told you is to be trusted, you have twenty more hours before the games truly start. You’ve never heard of a contestant being given prep time, but perhaps not all of what Wooyoung told you is lies. Given the way Yeosang reacted to the younger male, you have a sneaking suspicion that the truth is actually far worse than anything they could ever lie to you about.
A shiver runs down your spine.
What is this agreement that they have between each other, and why does it seem to concern you?
You shake you head, clearing your thoughts. This is no time to be thinking about that. You’ve got a maze to finish investigating, and from the sounds of things, just under twenty hours to do so before you’re in any immediate danger. Hopefully, you won’t run into any more of them as you explore. Though, that might be the least of your worries.
Straightening your shirt, you tuck the small knife into your pocket for easy access. In the next moment, you move to open the notebook still held in your one hand back to the page with the ever-growing map on it. Looks like you’ve got some more work to do.
Taking a deep breath, you step back into the maze.
#yandere ateez#yandere au#yandere kpop#ateez scenario#ateez imagines#yandere#yandere wooyoung#yandere yeosang#yandere hongjoong#yandere san#yandere yunho#yandere mingi#yandere jongho#yandere seonghwa#hongjoong scenario#wooyoung scenario#yeosang scenarios#yunho scenario#jongho scenario#mingi scenario#san scenario#seonghwa scenario#kpop au#kpop scenario#trickster au
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He thought about writing a letter, it’s not like he didn’t. West was his roommate, after all, and well, maybe he fucked up a lot of times and in so many ways that words can’t even begin to describe it, maybe he got what was coming to him, and Dan’s only regret is that it happened so late. True. But he was still, well. At times, it’s hard to say what he was to Dan, exactly. An abuser, Dan’s lawyer used to claim, at least while the trial lasted. Any sympathy Dan might have felt for that monster was just Stockholm syndrome. Yet another proof that Dan was a good person, capable of so much compassion, and look how West went and twisted it.
He does that. He manipulates people, takes their kindness and uses it for personal gain, the prosecutor said, and everyone was nodding, so it was probably true, Dan assumed back then. Now, he knows that for a fact; yet another sign that he got better.
But it was even more difficult to say what Herbert was to him in these first months that followed the trial. Dan had more important shit to sort out, losing his medical license, having to move to another town because Arkham’s become unlivable, then another county, then a whole different state because everyone here has seen the footage. He had to cut his hair and grow a mustache so that people wouldn’t stare. The mustache sort of turned into a beard. It’s all just as hazy as the trial itself, and that’s probably because Dan spent really little time being sober. So yeah. Not his proudest moments, though come to think about it, there were very few proud ones. Maybe getting kissed by Meg for the first time. That one homerun that let his team win for the first time in a year back when he was fourteen. Graduating from high school perhaps, because graduating from the university sure as hell wasn’t it. There was West by his side by then, he’s even in the one and only picture from that day that Dan has, and he’s scowling at the camera, pale controlling hand clasped over Dan’s shoulder as if holding him in place. Fucking West tainting every little success of Dan’s and making every failure three times worse than it could have been without him; West dragging him, kicking and screaming, wherever West goddamn pleased, and Dan’s pretty sure there indeed was some creepy pleasure involved. Shoving a hand up a living human being’s ass and turning him into a puppet, managing to control him like that for years? Must have been a way to compensate for the absolute lack of control West had over those corpses of his. Maybe Dan looking a bit like one nowadays is just West’s parting gift. That, and losing the license, along the deposit on the house, not to mention all of his friends and self-respect. Everything. Dead fiancée, cat killed, car crashed, panic attacks and a huge scar across Dan’s abdomen. Asshole was pretty generous, wasn’t he.
But Dan manages on his own pretty well, it turns out. Finds a job at a pharmaceutical company, and it’s pretty concerning how little they care about him being a disgraced doctor and all. They say he knows the market. At least now, he’s not losing patients. It pays good money, and what if he can’t look in the mirror without cringing? That’s certainly not something new. When it comes to contributing to someone’s substance abuse, he has experience, and at least this time, the stuff’s not glowing. It’s been tested, and nobody would allow for it to be sold if it were really harmful. He’s amicable, funny, and when he smiles, he still has some of the sway he used to hold over women — the middle-aged ones, at least. With the guys, he can talk about the last game, cars, or barbecue techniques, who gives a crap. Anything. They like him, and he likes the normalcy. He’s not half bad at doing what the management tells him to do, even if at times they complain he lacks initiative. He rents a house, an entire house just to himself, and after a couple years, he probably could afford buying it, but nothing really feels that permanent. There might be something better somewhere else.
His sense of humor changes slightly. He cracks jokes by the water dispenser and everyone at the office laughs most of the time, except for those moments when they fall silent or just chuckle nervously and leave in a hurry. One time, in the men’s room, he says something about dropping the soap, and he can’t stop laughing until everything hurts and there are tears streaming down his cheeks. Everyone just stares, and he can’t catch his breath for so long he ends up choking and almost hurling. Bent over the sink, and yes, he appreciates the irony. It makes him wheeze even harder.
Besides, what would he write, exactly? Sorry it ended this way? He’s not. Why in hell would he be. He is sorry he let West in when he came knocking at his door that night, oh, that’s for sure. Sorry he didn’t listen to Meg and didn’t stop for a second to consider that perhaps West arriving at his porch, having already brought all of his things, was something odd. What the hell was he thinking when agreeing to this? West made the decision about moving in long before consulting Dan, and Dan didn’t find it alarming at all. So yeah, Dan’s sorry, really sorry for all the deaths he contributed to, for the larceny, animal cruelty and corpse desecration, those are things that really haunt him at night. And they should. The stuff West had him do was fucking horrifying.
So no, if he were to write a bloody letter, it wouldn’t be about oh, how sorry he is for how things ended. He’s glad, actually. He’s not going to apologize for the world becoming a slightly safer place without Herbert West in it.
[continue reading about Dan being in complete denial about so many things here]
#reanimator#re-animator#danbert#herbert west#dan cain#daniel cain#my work here is done (have I started writing yet another angsty re-ani fanfic? of course i have)#cw shitty jokes about dropping the soap
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As dark as a story JJK can get, I love there are moments that are funny, some being moments that when you actually think about it, it's funny. Sometimes it would be something so outrageous that you have to laugh.
The MC was already a powerhouse before the plot really kicks off. He is known to be such a powerhouse that some people believed he's the reincarnation of Mirko Cro Cop... WHO IS STILL ALIVE. That is a real person, folks!
The funniest thing Yuji be doing in fights for me is chucking things at people and curses. He has thrown cars, signs, etc.
Sukuna's introduction. This guy is known as the King of Curses and yet, Yuji is the first person of the story to actually humiliate him. He sasses him. "It's my body!" A 15-year-old sasses the King of Curses and even after he learns who he is really, Yuji is not intimidated by him in the slightest. At best, Sukuna annoys him.
Sukuna's outfit of choice in his soul room is a kimono with a bow tied in the back. He's a fashion icon, for real.
Nanami is the one who envisions the Gojo "I'll murder you" scene. He's responsible for that.
Jujutsu Kaisen has became known for jumping. A rather smart decision to do when facing a strong opponent. Like, jump that fool!
Speaking of jumping, Mahito has became a meme. Him getting jumped is pretty much why he set out to kill Yuji and Nanami, when you think about it.
Megumi had to take tame his shikigami to control them, except for the Divine Dogs. That means he had to tame frogs, a horde of rabbits and a damn elephant.
Nobara's weapon of choice? Hammer and nails. She's building houses out of curses with some voodoo thrown in there.
Shoko got her doctor's license by cheating. But she's still good at her job.
Gojo's forehead flicks are strong enough to send someone to Shoko.
Sukuna, during the Fearsome Womb Arc, actually waited for Yuji to switch back with him instead of immediately causing some havoc. The King of Curses, evil incarnate, waited.
One of the upperclassmen is a damn panda that's not really a panda.
Because Inumaki speaks in rice-ball ingredients, conversations with him will be funny.
Geto has an arsenal of squid curses. Where did they come from?!
Geto became a cult leader at 17. The biggest question I have is where the hell did a teenager get monk robes from?!
He was also called mommy by a worm curse. Was that foreshadowing? I don't know!
To think, later, his body is put in a nurse outfit. With lipstick and nails done, too.
Toji really had beef with kids. (Teen Gojo and Geto.) Dude even forgot his own kid's name. And it's probably the most ironic name of the series. MEGUMI'S NAME MEANS "BLESSING".
Yaga looks tough and he is, but this man has a weakness for cute things. Bro makes cute, creepy cursed dolls... I think we should hype Yaga up more.
Toji actually got in a fight with Red Lobster and Miruko's (BNHA) cousins.
Jogo got to live every fan's dream of being close to Gojo and Sukuna. He also got in Choso's face and touched Nanami.
Tengen's gender is "granny" apparently. They're so real for that.
Sukuna's right hand is Uraume and the reason being because they can cook.
Yuji is a fan of Jennifer Lawrence and will introduce himself as such.
Todo really beat Megumi's ass because his type are kind people. And when he was getting his ass beat, Megumi was gonna summon Mahoraga.
When Megumi finally does summon Mahoraga... it's against Haruta, of all fucking people.
Haruta tells Megumi "Fuck you" for that.
Nanako's technique is literally taking pictures. With her cell phone. I know for a fact she runs out of storage fast.
MAPPA be devious with the openings. "Oh, that character died? They're staying in the opening." "Oh, a city was destroyed? Here's a reminder during this fire ass song."
Choso and Todo's "false memories" of Yuji. That is all.
Choso's choice of hairstyle? High spiky ponytails. And it's iconic!
If you pay attention to the Sukuna vs. Mahoraga fight, you can see that Sukuna chucks a piece of the airplane at Mahoraga.
Before the fight really gets crazy, Sukuna comes out of a building with popcorn and soda. Mind you, the district was probably closed and evacuated.
Why did Megumi react like that towards Ozawa? "Oh, it's like that?!"
In dub, Nobara calls Mahito a "bitch".
Panda wants to punch a zebra one day.
Kenjaku is a dad and a mom.
Can't believe Gojo and Geto broke up in front of the KFC.
There's a guy who wears a costume that has him half nude. And he's funny.
Look, there's a lot of things.
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Legion members relationships with other killers
Just trying to get good with headcannons, feedback would be appreciated
Trapper : Strict dad and mischievious kids vibes. They always mess with his traps, get caught, get scolded, apologize, hug, and repeat. No one will ever know, but Evan cried over a drawing Susie made for him
Wraith : They like to hang out with him. If they want some scrap to make stuff, Philip will gladly let them take some (unless they try to take hooks). Joey tried to teach him rap, but he didn't really understand...
Hillbilly : He likes having them around, even if they cause a mess in his house. Max never had real friends before, so he's happy to have some in those meddling kids. He likes to show off his longest chainsaw sprints to them
Nurse : They don't really hang out with her too much, because of her insane nature. But whenever they get hurt outside of trials, Sally is always here to help. And she loves to have some tea with the girls
Myers/Shape : Although they're big fans of his movies, especially Frank and Julie, they usually stay away from him. Michael wouldn't let them approach without stabbing them anyway
Hag : They were surprised when they found out Lisa was actually around their age. She shows them some tricks she can do with her traps, and some tips to take care of totems
Doctor : Since Herman was labeled as the Killers' therapist, they're kinda forced to talk to him regularly. Otherwise, they stay away from him as much as possible
Huntress : Anna likes to take care of them. She teaches them some hunting techniques, and tries to cook them some stuff to eat. She always giggles to herself whenever she remembers that one time Susie accidentaly called her "mama"
Leatherface/Cannibal : From watching his movies, they know about how Bubba's family used to treat him, so they try to be nice to him. Frank even agreed to taste his chili. Obviously the human flesh bits weren't really good for him...
Nightmare/Freddy : At first they thought it was Robert Englund's Freddy Kruger, so they were excited to meet him. Then they realized how wrong they were. Susie was the one feeling the most uncomfortable around him...
Pig/Amanda : Since Saw came out after they were taken by the Entity, they had no idea who she was. But they liked hanging out with her anyway, especially Julie. They eventually got their hands on the first Saw trilogy and learned more about her
Clown : At first, they found him creepy and avoided him. But when it was clear that Kenneth didn't mean no harm (at least to them), they started hanging around his carnival. He especially liked to see Susie play with Maurice
Spirit : Rin quickly became good friends with the Legion, even if Kazan kinda disagrees. She hangs out a lot with Julie and Susie. Frank even thought about dating her, before he fell for Kate
Plague : They don't really get near Adiris, because of her Plague, but Julie and Susie always enjoy talking with her (6ft apart, of course)
Ghostface : Danny is that one funny uncle for the Legion. Even though when they first met him, they were kinda disappointed he wasn't one of the killers from Scream. He turned to be one hell of a cool guy anyway
Demogorgon : Puppy. Yes, that's it. Well not actually... When the Entity abandoned the realm of Hawkins (because let's be honest, Vecna kinda wanted it for himself), they were allowed to keep Demo
Oni : If you read what I said earlier with Spirit, then you know that Kazan doesn't like those indecent, immature and gross teenagers (yes, that's what he said). So they just avoid him
Deathslinger : They really like the old cowboy that Caleb is, even though he won't let them touch his gun. He often tells them stories about his bounties and other adventures with his gang
Executioner/Pyramid Head : They're afraid of him, even though he actually doesn't care about them. If they ever felt guilty about the store cleaner, then they probably stopped, because he never went after them
Blight : They never forgave Talbot for what he did to them with his serum. They hate him with a burning passion and never forget to remind him anytime they come across him... Problem is that he couldn't care less, he got what he wanted and moved on
Twins : They don't really hang out that much, but when they do, they always kinda enjoy it. Charlotte always likes to see Susie play with Victor. She was even surprised when she found out they knew a bit of words in French
Trickster : While the rest of the group kinda likes him, Frank can't stand Ji-Woon. They always get on eachother's nerves
Nemesis : They don't really stay near him, but Nemmy doesn't really cause them any trouble. None of them are S.T.A.R.S. members, after all
Cenobite : Same as Myers : they're fans of the Hellraiser movies (especially Frank and Julie), and that's why they stay away from Pinhead, they know what he's capable of
Artist : Probably their fellow killer that they feel bad for the most. Susie likes to draw stuff with Carmina, hoping to cheer her up with that. They also started getting nicer to crows (not that they were mean to them before, they just didn't care)
Onryo : Thankfully they watched the original Ringu movie, otherwise they wouldn't have any idea about who Sadako is. She formed, with Susie, Lisa and Rin, their own group of killer girls.
Dredge : The only time they approached it was to attack it, when they learned it consumed Maurice. Apart from that, they always stayed away from it, and they never forgave either...
Mastermind : Frank and Joey only remember Wesker from the original Resident Evil 1 (yes, it possibly released before they were taken, I checked), so they were kinda surprised with the Uroboros stuff. They quickly started to make fun of him, and he hated that
Knight : At first they were kinda jealous that Tarhos could bring his buddies in trials while they couldn't stay together. But they quickly forgot about that because they find him really cool, even though he finds them as, I quote, "insufferable brainless youth"
Skull Merchant : They wish they could like Adriana (especially Joey and Julie), but let's be honest, her power sucks and even they know it. Hopefully her new idea for it (her rework) will possibly change that
Singularity : Since they were told Hux would just attack any human on sight, they stayed away from him. But they still watched him from afar and thought he's really cool. Susie even puked when she first saw his mori
Xenomorph : Same as Demo, except that they see Xeno as kitty. They love to cause mess by having their 2 pets play together
Good guy/Chucky : They were really excited to see Chucky arrive in the realm, and even more when they learned he was going to live with them
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a "whump but not actually" not-fic? fic idea? whatever.
...
ok, so.
we know stiles is a pending accident on long legs. this isn't a secret.
but what if some member of the pack (maybe a mother henning Scott? or curious Allison? hell, maybe goddamn Isaac being a nosy bitch) accidentally catches a glimpse of a shirtless Stiles, and. just. bruises. bruises all over. from nip to goddamn hip.
cue...whoever...losing their shit via mass text to everyone else in the pack, because??? je m'fuhkin escuse? thu fucc??
I mean they are understandably Worried, bc those are so not lacrosse bruises. they would have seen that shit happen, and definitely heard about it too, because Stiles is unafraid to whine loudly, at great volume...well, unless he's actually hurt. so the fact that he's said nothing?
they are totally having guilt spirals, wondering is Grumpy Brows was right about wolves being too rough to be safe around humans, and is that why didn't he say anything??? bc he's spiteful and didn't want have to admit maybe Derek was right? bc omg, he'd totally not mention deep tissue bruising just to spite Derek.
(cue lots of Scott hand wringing and worried frowns. maybe even Derek staring melodramatically out of windows too dusty for even him to see out of bc he's Like That)
only?
......yeah, no, that's not what's going on, at all.
bc, see, Stiles is friends with the ladies from the Jungle. They are his best bitches, and he's learned not to bitch about a few minor bruises after hanging around people who routinely put on staggeringly tight compression tights and five inch high heels. Never mind the plucking and waxing.
It only took one Amateur Drag Night for him to learn to "suck it up, buttercup."
but anyway. they are his besties from other people's testes, and so drag his happy ass into shenanigans as often as possible.
...which includes pole classes at the local rec center, Thurs afternoons and every other Sunday evening.
and yeah, the bribe of free food following a two hour Lady Guhgah boogy sesh in short shorts is a nice bribe, but he doesn't really need to be bribed to hang out with them. They're a fuhkin blast to hang out with, and have some Stories.
(and also don't ignore him when he asks if they think he could be attractive to gay guys)
and ofc, though he only came for the good music and better company, he'd still put his entire ass into it and get really good at it. bc, as the queens have taught him, if he's not serving absolute cunt when the opportunity arises, why even bother.
but before all that, while he's still learning?
he'd bruise.
a lot. like? a lot a lot a lot.
bc the thing tv and movies don't tell you about pole dancing is that part of the trick is training your skin to kinda...stick? suction on? to the pole like Cameron Diaz stuck to the car windshield in That One Scene in The Counselor.
(but he doesn't talk about that movie. or that scene. bc some things just need to be forgotten.)
tl, dr?
in those early days, while he was still clenching more than clinging, in between getting dumped on his dump-truck, he admittedly looks like he's been PvPing the Hulk for funsies. Or picking fights with Creepy Grandpa Argent. Or just, like, generally slamming himself into walls.
so yeah.
"whump but not," bc the pack is scrambling to find a way to have an intervention over Stiles hiding injuries, bc he forgot to mention he and Jizz Taylor and Gloria Hole and Bicurious Georgia have decided to learn pole technique alongside Natalie Martin, a few bikers from the local biker bar, and Stiles' 55 yr old neighbor.
#teen wolf meta#stiles stilinski#the jungle drag queens (teen wolf)#brotp queelinski#the mchale pack#not fic#i wanted to make this stargent or steter bc i am trash but it got away from me#i g it can be there if you squint
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a/n: arguing with gojo, but it gets better dw! fluffy. not proofread. also tumblr stop fucking closing my DRAFTTTSSS bitch i wasn’t DONE
you aren’t quite sure how you’ve gotten to this point, but you know it started as something trivial, something so small that hardly had any significance in your life. alas, doubt always had to interfere.
“i don’t even see you at home, satoru! we’re dating, but we feel more like hi-bye friends.”
gojo only groans, dragging a hand down his face. he wishes relationships aren’t so difficult, he wishes love doesn’t come back to kick him in the ass every single time, but at some point, he guessed that he would’ve had some karma to repay at some point.
“why’re you asking me this after i only missed one dinner?” satoru asks and he knows he’s said the wrong thing already. even when his body weighs him down and he wants to just fucking collapse from exhaustion, he still observes how your face falls at the question.
he hangs onto the thread that you wield, keeping this somewhat relationship together, but he can feel your hand tire, he can feel your fatigue and he feels terrible. he feels terrible because never had he wanted to protect someone so badly.
it’s like the universe continually throws gojo chance after chance after his failure to protect his best friend — too heartbroken to send his body for cremation. after his close call with yuji — who in the end still had to be executed. and you? god, satoru treads so carefully that he wishes the glass would just shatter already.
but he never wanted you to hurt yourself on broken glass, at least not by his hand.
“one… dinner?” gojo winces at the loud sigh you let out, “satoru, you missed many! and sure, they aren’t special occasions, but why can’t i have one normal night with my boyfriend?”
you hated fighting, you hated confrontations, but as long as gojo was avoiding your questions and switching to instant affection, you tried to push on; even if your heart is squeezing to the point of hurting.
“where the fuck do you go every day, anyway?” there’s disdain in your tone, and gojo beats himself up that you’d settle for that scenario — not the one where maybe, he had a dangerous job that involved creepy out-of-shape beings, that he’s made a myriad of mistakes and is probably going to make many more.
how does he tell you that you aren’t one?
“you’re not seeing someone else, are y—”
“no.” he swallows, and satoru isn’t sure whether to let you know of jujutsu and everything it entails. the good and the bad, the curses and its users.
but you’re reaching your end, too, and maybe if you storm off, everything will be fine in the morning and the relationship will be back in its stagnant state until the next outburst. “then what is it, satoru?” your voice cracks, an unreadable expression upon your face and there’s tears that line your eyes.
“no. no, no and definitely no. i’m not seeing anyone else. i—” satoru gulps, cautiously walks up to you in his apartment. around him, the essence of you lies here and there, from hairbrushes to your favourite books; hell, he could spot your shoes from where he was. “i… i’m a teacher. i go to a school to teach, everyday. i just—”
you sigh again, swallowing your stubborn pride and rest your head against his chest. your heart swells when he wraps his arms around you, reminding you of how much you love his lanky body against yours.
“in our world, it just so happens that… negative energy and feelings manifests into terrible things,” satoru’s voice is soft in the night, hand stroking your back gently, “and i sort of eradicate them with jujutsu, along with different techniques that help us to exorcise these things.”
“you’re not talking out of your ass, are you?” the world is small, and you’re not against the idea of these things that may terrorise the human race — the human species is not exactly innocent, either, and gojo wasn’t one to lie when he’s being serious. he is still gojo, however. “i swear if you are—”
there’s a warmth to your back, the feeling of energy being pulled in and the undeniable tug of matter, but somehow you’re not affected. your faces are lit up by the redness of a glowing orb by your sides, and you think that there’s no way that superpowers really exist.
“this is my cursed technique; it’s where the energy repels anything and effectively blows it away.” the way gojo mentions that so casually should make you think he’s skilled in handling his own power, but you’re still paranoid to some extent.
“and you’re holding it out like that like it’s cake or something?”
satoru laughs, immediately dissolving the ball of energy upon seeing your expression, “okay, okay, i’ll dispel it.”
your head tilts up to face him, and you aren’t sure of what he’s feeling with the blindfold covering his eyes. “so what are those things called? what’s your technique?”
“they’re called curses. they form from negative emotions — which also can be considered as cursed energy, but that’s the boring stuff,” gojo waves it off like you’re not hearing this for the first time, “do you wanna hear about why i use my blindfold?” narrowing your eyes, you can only nod.
“well, my family bloodline has something called the six eyes, and it allows me to see anything and everything in extreme detail — sort of like an infrared thermometer — so most of the time—”
“you cover them?”
gojo agrees with a small ’yeah’, placing a kiss upon the crown of your head, and you try not to let it show how much it affects you, “if not, i’ll feel giddy, and wear out fast.”
tenderly, you lift up one side of the blindfold and the other hopes you’d do that more offen, “and your other techniques?”
“i didn’t even— how’d you know?” you’re so invested that you don’t realise satoru sits you down onto the couch, slumping your body into his while he cuddles you close to him.
“i mean, seeing everything like an infrared thermometer is pretty cool and stuff, but i don’t think the strongest only has that.” you tease him, making sure he knows you aren’t warming up to him too fast (but then again, he was very good at diminishing your anger).
gojo’s about to ask another question, but you speak before he can.
“and you’re not exactly quiet on the phone, you know. and you usually go off to work after that, anyway.”
the sorcerer laughs softly at your attentiveness, possibly in relief at the way you're loosening up. the night is spent with having gojo explain his technique, his students’, the structure of the jujutsu world and many other things that it doesn’t actually register in your brain — you just like looking at your boyfriend talk his head off and look good doing it, even more when he knows what he’s saying.
yawning, you interrupt his ramble (boast) about how he’s never had to get healed since he’s perfected infinity, touching the black fabric once more. only this time, you pull it down, revealing the blue irises that lay behind icy white eyelashes. it’s not you haven’t seen them before, but they’re always a product of satoru’s protected personality, like something he doesn’t want you to find out about.
and in a way, it’s true — to keep six eyes and jujutsu hidden was like putting up frosted glass against an ocean that extends to the ends of the earth. somehow there, yet, not crystal clear enough. but then the glass is gone, broken, even, and you’re staring with the naked eye into clashes of cerulean and royal and sapphire and cyan and you wonder why you never thought to find out what the sound of waves and seagulls look like.
and even if you despise the scorching, hot sun on your skin, you think satoru is like an endless bout of beaches where the wind runs through you freely and lifts your cheeks into a smile. satoru is like freedom in a shitty world such as this.
you’re just unaware that gojo sees the same in you: freedom, exhilaration, a flutter of the human heart.
“this was a stupid argument, ’m sorry,” you slur your words, sleepily gazing up at the bluest eyes you’ve seen in your life. you can’t wait to get him gifts in the colour of his eyes.
“no, no, baby, i should be the one apologising.” satoru frowns, holding your face in his hands gently. slowly, his thumbs caress the skin there and he gets an idea. it’s not mischievous; more of cheesy and sappy, but gojo finds that he doesn’t mind it one bit.
“i’m sorry,” the first one lands on your forehead. soon, the second and third, on both your eyelids. “no more secrets, i’m sorry,” the fourth and fifth are sloppy, dramatic ones on each of your cheeks and gojo laughs when you try to wipe his spit off your face. the both of you know he has one more to give, but it’s left to the end as he kisses you like a boy inexperienced. like he’s afraid to hurt you again with the mistakes of his past and the carefully constructed walls of the present. you reluctantly stop the kiss before you get pulled into the current.
“that’s terribly cheesy.”
“i’m sorry, princess,” satoru sighs against your lips, cracking his eyes open to take in your scent and beauty and he hoped you didn’t hear his heart jump, palpitate, flutter. “no more secrets, yeah?”
your sentence is cut off by another yawn, feeling the soft push of his hand to his chest. “was that apology for the argument or the sappy stuff?” gojo just rolls his eyes with a fond smile, knowing you loved the lovey-dovey stuff as much as he did. “plus, i probably am worth more apologies.”
you didn’t know the weight of your words, because gojo satoru thought you deserved everything and more that he hopefully could give you. he didn’t know what to say, but he only finds the words later when you’re peacefully sleeping in his arms, a small smile plastered on your face.
“yeah, you deserve the divinity that everyone holds true to gods. heck, you’re piece of heaven on earth,” satoru brushes the hair out of your eyes, “and i’m just a loyal worshipper.”
be honest do u think gojo’s infinity could detect whether someone has a fever or covid 19 ???
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say what you will about bay april (and trust me, megan fox deserves so much better) at least she's proactive about looking into things and does things without the boys-hell she's the reason they're even alive in the first place, she saved splinter and the turts as a kid
doesn't erase vernon and mikey being constantly horny on main for her or that weird technique they force her to do to get info out of stockman in oots's opening segments but still, give her credit, she's strong-willed and has a sense of justice and tries to do what's right
hmmmmmmm ok. theres a lot to say about bayverse april. and i specifically avoided talking about movie aprils cuz it was going to get repetitive and long (like 1990 april is very similar to 87 and 07 april is basically 03 april)
but with bayverse, you're right, she is the central character in that movie who drives the plot. but thats because of the megan fox of it all, being that shes the biggest star there and also because bay had an obsession with her (to her detriment bad vibes all over the fucking place holy shit leave this woman alone) we're still framing aprils ass in the shot, still being creepy about her, despite the fact this movie is trying to be from her perspective (for more info on that aspect i think you just gotta watch lindsay ellis' "the framing of megan fox" video about transformers, because its the same shit here)
and just because its like 87 april (because this movie is pandering to 87 fans) doesnt mean theyre really add anything or even understand the concept of what makes 87 april good in the first place. like i said in my post about 87 april, what makes her great is that the turtles fall into her story, and that we are centred on the news room politics of it all. the human world the turtles interact with is her life.
(this got kinda long so its under a cut)
in this movie, we change the misogynistic boss burne thompson into: whoopi goldburgs burnadette thompson. which. hm, color and gender blind casting for burne thompson is. a way to do it i guess. (i do know whoopi is in this movie because she wanted to be in a turtles movie, no disrespect there) but it removes that core element of reporter april fighting her shitty boss. in this she's now just a regular reporter working at a normal news station, but also we're still giving her the girly aerobics story. so, who's decided that if her boss is a black woman? thats kind of fundamentally changing the implications of why shes stuck doing that job, its no longer because shes the woman reporter, and is now just because thats what shes been assigned. now its not her fighting sexism, its her just not wanting to do her job. a shitty one, but its no longer because of a sexist work place.
and then her story of being a reporter is she gets FIRED for being a BAD reporter, because shes crazily rambling about turtles to her boss with no real sources. which...87 april didnt do that, her point wasnt to find the turtles, it was to use her job to help them. the turtles are the secret, not the story. for a movie that likes pandering to 87 and nothing else, they missed this concept entirely
(side note that isnt important, when shes rambling to the roommate about them.... this movie panders enough to 87, why is the roommate not just named irma. shes only in that scene. seriously, it should have just been irma.)
and then. the vernon fenwick of it all........ why the fuck. did you do this. why make him the only character who believes her? oh sorry, not even believes her, simply THINKS SHES HOT. SO GOES ALONG WITH IT. i know they wanted to put casey jones in this movie, but then went NOOO that would be SILLY if the guy hanging out with her is casey (we want to save him for the seqeul) so lets make it another reporter. uh vernon. hes from the original! and thus we change vernon from being the rival reporter who hates her because shes a woman whos better at his job than him, into just: her creepy co reporter who has a crush on her. and since he's the co star here, she has to not tell him off for his bad behaviour. maybe he'll even get a date out of it!
(again, if she needed a sidekick, irma is right there, you put the other two here, why not irma)
and the choice to make her a part of the turtles origin story is, in my perspective, very much like my issue with 12 april's destined to be part of the story thing. shes part of this story because her dad created the turtles. yes, she saved the turtles and splinter, but its less of her own choice in the matter, its because she was the daughter of the man who made them. its the opposite of what i think makes her a good character in the franchise, someone who is hunting for a story and gets in too deep, and happens to be near enough by the turtles that they get her out.
like lets compare her to the april closest to her, 1990 april. thats an april who gets into the plot via going hunting for a story on her own. there's some kind of gang up to no good and she wants to get to the bottom of it. she does get to the bottom of it all on her own, she learns via interviewing immigrants that the foot is the organization behind it. shes doing something no one wants her to do, shes going against what her boss, and what cops think she should be doing, and the foot literally try to kill her because SHE is hunting for THEM. she ends up in turtle plot because raphael HAPPENS to be around when the foot find her. its HER story. the foot is after HER. the turtles in that movie end up losing splinter and then fighting the foot BECAUSE april was looking for them. THATS what makes her have agency in the story.
i do think a lot of you guys are missing my point here though (no offence!) so let me try to explain it better.
its not just about if we see april be a self sufficient character who's central to the plot, or even what her personality is like, its whether she exists in a real way outside of the men around her. its if her choices are important to the story. she doesnt need to have saved the turtles, know how to fight, kicked the shredder, or have been right about whatever story is going on. the question is: is she in the story because she did something on her own to get to it? is she a character who matters without the men in her life? can she stand on her own? do you care about her life? what are her aspirations, how is she trying to achieve them?
based on all that, i think 2014 april is in fact the weakest april. they're only making her seem like 1987 april because, and i dont know if ive said this anywhere yet, men who watched 87 when they were kids think shes hot. that is the only value a lot of people have placed on her. thats her legacy to a lot of people. its fucked up, and this movie doesnt do anything to dissuade you from thinking that.
sorry to go off on your ask, but bayverse (specifically the first one) really got no aspect of any tmnt thing correct. not april, not shredder, not splinter, not casey, and not the aspect of how these turtles are even ninja (i think everyone involved shouldn't be allowed to make another piece of media for putting that fucking ninjitsu book in the fucking sewer)
#tmnt#april oneil#april o'neil#tmnt april#i know people like this movie#but i cant stand it#and i hope ive given enough reasons why#thoughts
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Bayverse turtles x reader/ y/n (gender neutral creeper and reader)
Hi guys!
So like, a month back a neighbor creeped on me, so I started this to kinda vent. Hope you like it!
THIS SCENARIO: someone decided to be creepy to you. Here's how each turtle would handle it.
Mikey:
WHAT? Someone disrespected you and made you feel uncomfortable??
Oh hell no baby cakes!
People underestimate this ball of joy and jokes.
BUT his experience in pranking and terrorizing his older brothers? Has prepared him for this moment
He goes mental warfare on this person that harassed and made you feel uncomfortable.
Typically he'll do stuff to their house. Learn their schedule.
Make them think their house is haunted, comes in the middle of the night to REALLY freak them out
He'll write: "y/n is mine" on the walls with fake blood. Clean it up if they call the police.
Clear wrap their car so they'll be late for work
Thumb tacks in their bed, yup, not even the BED is safe. It can't be trusted.
Sugar in their gas tank
Sulfer powder on the vents of their car, person will never be able to use it or sell it when it has the rotten STENCH of rotten eggs
Shave their head. He'll get more and more mean with his pranks until they freak out and turn a new leaf.
If they don't? He'll keep it up for years, he'll go full petty mode, make them pay
Creeper will become paranoid
What's around the next corner? Oh god
People will call the creeper crazy
Police will turn against the creeper if he tries to keep calling them
Donnie:
I think it's safe to say where this is going...
Will find them online, give them their ip address, home address, and freaking coordinates in private message
No one messed with you under his watch
He'll troll him online
Whether social media?
Videogames? Oh he will DESTROY them. Maybe get Mikey's help on that specific one.
Make it clear this is about you and if he gets creepy with you again he'll pay. Big time
May dox them if person deserves it
May inform their employers or ensure they get fired for such atrocities pointed towards you
Would inconvenience him
Maybe get person on a watch list or two
Black list them on every internet provider
Any and all interests this person has that have to do with technology will be ruined for them
May tap their bank account too if they pissed the smart turtle off enough.
This person will be a hobby for a while. And he'll keep this up for at least a year This person FUCKED up messing with his S/O
Or until he runs out of ideas for them.
But lord help the creeper if they fuck with you again
He'll make sure they lose everything
And buy a nice piece of jewelry for you or something
Leo:
Will be aggressive, not up front, he does it in the dark
How DARE someone disrespect you like that??
Goes FREAKING spec ops
Uses torture techniques that won't leave marks or evidence
Person will wake up, strapped to bed, get waterboarded
Another day they'll wake up to Chinese water torture
Borrow a Ratchet strap from Donnie, straps person to their couch, beats them with a pillowcase of soap
This is as close as the creeper has been to soap! Disgusting person!!
Flip their mattress when they're sleeping. (More like chuck it across the room and make them face plant the wall)
Absolutely TERRIFY this person, probably scarring
Will do this for a while
They are safe no where
Will booby trap their car, their work cubicle, you name it, he can get in anywhere and WILL get in anywhere
Will easily evade police, security measures. He will be the ghost of justice.
Will also do this for an extended time, at LEAST several months.
This person will get to a point where they'll be praying to any godly entity for the ghost of justice to leave them alone.
Raph:
Yeaaaaaah. This person is about to get it
Raph is a direct approach, won't drag it out like his brothers, because he doesn't have to
Short and sweet
Is there when the person gets home, turns on the lights like a parent that caught their kid doing something wrong
Busted
Slaps the creeper silly, don't you ever talk to his s/o ever again!
Slaps them open handed both to disrespect them, and obviously so he doesn't put them in the hospital or worse
And people call HIM a monster! At least he had common decency and can read someone!
Then he'll fight Leo when he gets home
The two eldest bros will be fighting because Leo is NOT gonna be happy Raph went to the surface and exposed himself like that?!
Raph has the "I'll fuckin do it again" attitude
Aaaaand does. At LEAST one more time.
Puts the fear of GOD into this person, one more time
You can't stop him, you tried. Told him to drop it.
Splinter deals with him the second time around, like: "my son, yes they are awful but you can't just expose yourself and beat up people"
Spoiler: he doesn't care. Every words goes over his head.
Worth the Hashi.
His s/o is avenged and won't be bothered again
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Geto/Reader - Insula pt 1: Introductions
The geto/reader fic I've been talkin about is finally here ahhh 🎉🎉 I didn't think I'd ever end up posting it tbh so I'm happy I finally got this first chapter done.
This is gunna be a 21 part thing so buckle up i guess. This 1st part is reader meeting her fellow first years.
April, 2006
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You blink blearily as your eyes shift in and out of focus as you stare at the wooden door in front of you. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and fighting back a yawn you can’t help but wonder if it was too late for you to bail.
Having to be up so early had you thinkin that perhaps you weren’t cut out for the whole sorcerer gig. How mad would mama be if she got a call from you now talkin bout how you were on the first flight back home? You don’t remember the time zone conversions off the top of your head and your brain is still too foggy to even begin trying to figure out what time it was for your mom right now. Too late or too early - either way, you knew if you called she’d be raisin hell and your name would be on a shirt by the time you cleared the baggage claim.
If you wanted to live to see 17, it looks like fighting creepy cursed spirits and dealing with weirdo sorcerers was gunna be your safest bet. And ain’t that some shit?
Your eyes travel along the pattern of the wood grain, committing it to memory. You trace over every curve and indentation as you buy yourself some time between now and when you have to step through the doorway. Even if it's just another moment or two.
There’s a nasty knotting feeling that’s settled in the pit of your stomach at the thought of what might be waitin for you on the other side. As painful as it is to admit to yourself it's undeniable at this point. You're nervous. It’s the only bit of information your brain is able to translate at this point.
You can already feel the cursed energy of the two other people beyond the door. Two distinct energies sitting close together and if you listened hard enough, you may have been able to make out bits and pieces of the conversation that they were having.
It was stupid. You were being stupid. You shouldn't be gettin this worked up over meeting a couple of strangers. You’ve met plenty of strangers in your, relatively, short life and it’d never been anything that had you stressin as much as you were now. Meeting the two boys you’d been told would be your classmates shouldn’t have been any different. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.
It had been a few years since you’d been around people your own age for an extended amount of time and the last time you were it didn’t end very well. Between your mom and immigrating, you’d been unintentionally isolated for the past several years. Your curse technique was a fickle thing, especially when you were younger. Your mom had been so worried that you’d accidentally activate it around others so instead of spending time with your peers in school or going on play-dates you’d been stuck between dusty library shelves with your mother trying to track down any possible information that could make the technique easier to control. You’d complained to her on more than one occasion about having to learn all of the words and theories that would leave your head spinning. You could hardly pronounce them - let alone understand them.
People were more complicated than any of that though. You’re mama had warned you but experience had ultimately been the best teacher for that lesson.
And unlike the others from before the two people beyond the door were going to be constants whether you fucked things up or not. They’d be your classmates for the next three years of your life.
The two people behind the door in the classroom that you’re struggling to build up the courage to enter will be constants for, presumably, the next three years of your life. The thought is enough to cause your stomach to do that uncomfortable flipping you’d been trying to prevent.
A small, pathetic, part of you hoped things would go right this time.
You take a deep breath. There’s no such thing as a halfway crook and you’d made up your mind many months ago that this is where you wanted, no needed, to be. There’s no sense in turnin tail and running after you’d worked so hard to be able to be here to begin with.
You do your best to settle your rattled nerves, despite thinking of every nightmarish way this first interaction could play out, and slide the door open.
Unfortunately, in your eagerness to power through your internal turmoil you slid the door open a little too hard and the loud thunk of the wood caught the attention of the room's occupants.
One whipped his head around with a speed that almost had you concerned he’d given himself whiplash. He had dark hair and wide, bright eyes that crinkled a little at the corners as he met your stare with a broad smile. It was the brightest smile you think you’d ever seen and it matched the signature to his cursed energy. It was a steady and strong thrum with a delicate warmth about it that practically rolled off the boy in waves.
The other, a blonde boy made up of all sharp features, merely glanced your way with a furrow of his brow. You guessed the brunette had been talkin his ear off before and your loud entrance wasn’t really endearing him to either of y’all. But damn. He looked like he had nothin to smile about in his life. He was dead behind the eyes too - you're not sure if it was a sleep deprivation thing or just his general expression. His energy, unsurprisingly, was much more subtle than his counterpart. It was something soft - like a cool breeze.
You offered a mumbled apology for your loud entrance as you closed the door behind you and made your way over to your new classmates. You felt stiff and hoped your movements didn’t look as robotic as they felt.
“I didn’t know we were having a foreigner as a classmate," the brunette was practically vibrating with excitement as he jumped off of the where he was perched on the others desk - ignoring the blonde’s indignant muttering as he nearly sent the entire desk tumbling to the ground with his momentum. You couldn’t decide if his eagerness was endearing or off putting just yet, "I thought there weren’t any curse-users outside of Japan. Where’re you from? You’re a westerner, right?” The words came in rapid fire succession as if he’d been afraid he wouldn’t be able to get it all out quick enough. It nearly made your head spin.
You offered a timid smile - unsure of how to go about answering him. You hadn’t been in Japan for no more than a month but it looked like being a foreigner was going to bring about more attention than you were usually comfortable with. Nobody had been bad about it, but the stares you got from time to time would make you itch. Foreigners made up such a small portion of the population here and with your skin being a golden brown instead of the paler tones they were accustomed to you guess it was to be expected.
“Have some tact," the blonde grumbled after righting the desk, "you sound ignorant. Of course there’s curse-users and sorcerers outside of Japan, it’s just not as common.” His hair spoke to his own foreign background somewhere in his family tree. You wondered if he had to get used to stares and questions too.
You give a small hum in agreement. “There ain’t many of us back home and it just seemed like a better opportunity to learn in the thick of things,” you offer in explanation as you take the seat next to the blonde.
Japan was the epicenter of the sorcerer society you’d found yourself in after all. The Japanese sect had more resources and time to spend on developing curse users than whatever was left of the sect back home. You’d never been too heavily involved in sorcerer society back then - your mother had done her damndest to keep it that way - but you’d overheard enough whispered conversations about cursed spirits popping up left, right, and center and how overwhelmed things were becoming. It’s why the Japanese sorcerers had been called in to assist and how you’d come across the one who had scouted you. It was just your luck that he’d been able to sponsor you and get you into the Tokyo prefectural jujutsu high school.
You just weren't too sure yet if it was good luck or bad luck. You'd always seemed to have more of the latter.
You introduce yourself to the boys with a small bow of your head. “Please take care of me.” It’s not as formal of an introduction by Japanese standards that you'd been taught to give but seeing as how neither had offered their own names first you decided it would have to do.
Apparently formalities didn't matter all that much to these two.
“Soto, huh? Your Japanese is pretty good for a foreigner! If I closed my eyes I probably wouldn’t have even guessed you were the one speaking!” the brunette practically beamed and you had to fight down a small heat that started to warm your cheeks at the unexpected compliment. It had been a bit of a rush to learn the language and you imagine the lessons you got from your recruiter hadn’t been very by the book, “I’m Haibara Yu. How long have you been here? We should go do some touristy stuff if you haven’t been able to yet!”
You hadn’t been expecting their friendliness right off the bat but the boy’s smile seems to come to him as easily as breathing and he seems so painfully sincere in everything that he says. You can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth. You go to respond but are quickly cut off by the blonde.
“Idiot, we’re not here to go sightseeing,” You’re not sure if the muscles in the blonde’s face knew how to do anything other than frown at this point.
“Don’t be such a buzzkill,” Haibara wrinkled his nose and brushed off the other boy’s annoyance with a childish pout, “we can have fun in between exorcising curses and training. Just cuz we’re here doesn’t mean we can’t live a little - you still need to introduce yourself too!”
There was a beat of silence as the blonde eyed the two of you as if he was thinkin on something and couldn’t quite come to a decision. With a tired sigh he responded. “Nanami Kento,” it sounded strained, as if the words physically pained him to say, “let's just focus on surviving the year first before we worry about anything else.”
You can’t help but raise a brow in response as your eyes slide over to meet Haibara's and you both share a look of understanding.
The Nanami kid is definitely a buzzkill.
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You saw that geto/reader tag and got excited, huh? 🤪 he's not showing til pt 3, stink stink.
I actually have up to chapter 3 finished tbh - just doin some more edits. This chapter was going to be longer but i decided to just absorb the last bit into the next one cuz it'll flow better imo. Next one will be longer as an apology
Anyways, Soto's dialect and the way i'll be havin folks talk are gunna be very intentional choices based on their backgrounds.
Nanami is a lil bitchy here too & we aint get to see much of him or reader's impression - don't worry he'll have more time to shine next chapter. Remember this takes place before anything we see of nanami in the manga - the relationship is gunna develop.
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