#this has not been proofread lol

[buglaur]

inside the sealed envelope with the application form were a collection of sticky notes and printed photographs. they had scribbled handwriting all over them..

daithí murray for @rainymoodlet​​’s daniel | bio under cut

name: daithí murray

age: 46

traits: lazy | party animal | bro

height: 5′8

applying for role as a contestant

daithí is a single dad living in henford with his teenage daughter felicity. they’ve got a quaint house on a quiet road with an open garden.

things had always been rocky with his long term girlfriend. hoping that things would get better between them when felicity came along, they soon realised that things just weren't going to work. they split up not long after felicity turned four, and daithí decided it was best for her to stay with him because her mother travels for work. nowadays they co-parent with felicity staying with him on the weekdays.

daithí is a veteran daniel stan. he’s been following daniel’s career since before his big popularity boom. he has very proudly collected every single episode of ‘your dad’s garage’ and has them neatly arranged in order of their release date. he bought a very pricey signed poster on e-bay that probably isn’t even legit and he has a little backyard space dedicated to crafting items made on the show. he’s not great but he tries! he doesn’t really watch them for the carpentry tips anyways, there are more interesting things to look at in the show.. 👀 he also made some bootleg merch from a t-shirt printing store that says “#1 daniel fan” 

up until last year daithí worked as a caretaker for the library across the road. he had no problem with the job but decided to give it up to pursue his hobby as a career. he’s always had a passion for drink making, and now runs his own craft beer business from his backyard. he sells it on to local pubs and its been pretty successful!

seeing as he works from his garden and he’s in the house alone on the weekends, he decided to partner up with the nearby vet shelter to take some dogs off their hands. he fosters puppies and tries his best to house train them alongside his own four dogs. the place is usually pretty hectic with dogs doing zoomies throughout the whole house but it’s something he’ll never regret getting himself into.

daithí has absolutely no idea any of this is happening. he doesn’t know what ‘kiss me in komorebi’ is, nor does he understand the concept of a bachelor challenge. felicity’s decided not to tell him about the application unless he secures a place, fearing that he might get his hopes up too much. 

some fun facts:

everyone always asks him what the meaning behind his face tattoo is. he tells them that it’s a very personal and meaningful reason that he’d rather not share, when in reality he just got it on a drunken night out as a teenager.

he’s the calloway twin’s uncle on their mom’s side. cillian thinks he’s cool but cathal is scared of him. he thinks he’s too loud 😭

he has the strongest accent in the family, and it’s really bad. like it’s difficult to understand what he’s even saying if you don’t know him.

felicity really wanted a septum piercing for her birthday one year, but she was too scared to get it done. daithí made a promise to her that he’d get it done with her so she wouldn’t be as nervous. so now they’ve got matching piercings!

if he does get a part in the show, it’s going to be very difficult to get him to do any of the ‘outdoor enthusiast’ challenges that the producers might have in store. he absolutely hates the cold and is very much a comfort zone kinda guy when it comes to danger.

he’s a big grump in the mornings, but a cup of tea will usually fix that.

also dear lovely shan i hope you don’t mind i used your pic for the poster and tshirt! ❤️ but this was so much fun to make. i’m looking forward to kmik even if daithí doesn’t make it!!! it’s gonna be so good i can already feel it. everything abt it is just mmmwah, not to mention daniel.. what a hottie

#ts4 #sims 4 #my fave part of this whole post is him on the table #making that pose was so fun 😭 #anyways you've already seen him but here he is properly!! #when i said i had plans for himb.. this is what i meant #i adore him sm #rainymoodletbc #also it made me laugh that multiple people reblogged #his other post with the tag john krasinski 😭😭 #i kinda see it #i also lack the ability to write anything coherently #so if this doesn't make sense i'm sorry #this has not been proofread lol #i might add some more stuff in the morning cus i wanna ramble abt him #but i'm gonna sleep now gn #/daithí

[ddollfface]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚; 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝗕𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗮'𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁.

Throughout your whole life, you've always felt a sort of presence loom over you. Whether it's protecting you or not, you have no clue, but it's always been there. Somewhat like a mole on the bottom of your foot or that itch in the back of your brain when something is wrong. It's always there, but there's nothing you can do about it. Well, without drastic measures.

You're not sure if it's human or not, but you're assuming so, though the thought is alarming. It's the only reasonable option. I mean, there's no such thing as demons or ghosts, right? So that just leaves the only option, that it's some type of person, some being, possibly a government. Of course, you'd prefer that it'd be some paranoid thought you've conjured in your unconscious, but you're sure that's not the case. How can that be the case when money appears at your, albeit unkept, doorstep? Or how you can sense the eyes on you while you training? And worst of all, how you can just feel the disappointed stare when you're on a date with some random classmate? The pure annoyance in the stare convinces you that this thing is real, that it isn't a figment of your imagination.

And it makes you wonder why. Why do you feel this presence? Well, you're sure that it could be linked to the fact that you're not... normal. There's always been something different about you; you've known this since the day your mama left you. That fearful look in her eyes when she says you smash a plate, just for holding it a little too tight. You thumb and pointer squeezing too much. It was as if she'd been taken back to a memory you weren't aware of, and you still aren't today.

Even at the age of seventeen, you still aren't aware of why your mama left in such haste, leaving everything she owned, only having the clothes on her back and her wallet. It puzzled you, though you were only twelve years old. You knew it was something you'd done; you caused your mama to leave. It was your fault, something you did.

And that's when it started, the presence, I mean. It's always been there, but you started noticing it far more frequently after your mama left. Before, it'd only appear once or twice a year, but now it was every month, maybe more.

For some reason, unknown to you, your mama leaving caused something to change. Something in you changed. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside you, both physically and mentally. You began to assess everything you'd do, trying to comprehend what you could've done to cause your mama to do such a thing, to leave her only daughter, her only child.

Was breaking a plate really that otherwordly to your mama? Sure, you'd only been twelve, but you were sure that girls your age had done the same?

Well, the more you thought of it, the more odd your strength was. You'd always been... stronger than most girls. That was undeniable. Both you and your mother knew of this. It was something in the back of your mind, something you had to be aware of.

You were different. You had to be more careful when you played. You couldn't go overboard, get too excited, and the next thing you knew a girl had a broken arm. The strength you possessed scared you; you didn't want to hurt people.

And with your strength came blood, so much blood, so much pain. Pain that you had caused. You really didn't mean it; you just wanted to play with all the other girls, but you had done it now. Your grip was too tight. You had pushed her too hard. It was your fault, and now she was bleeding. Oh, oh, oh, she was bleeding, a lot.

God, how you hate the smell of blood. The look of it, the feel of it, all of it; it made your head go fuzzy and your heart pound in your chest, but not in a bad way. Not in the way of when you fall off the monkey bars or when your mama catches you with your hand in the cookie jar. It's in the way of when the boy you like looks at you or when you've just finished playing a good game of ball. It's exhilarating, exciting even. You anticipate the feeling of blood between your fingers, rolling down your palm, and staining the sleeves of your uniform.

And that's what made you realize you were different. You didn't feel like other people, other girls, other kids. You were different, on a fundamental level. Even in the basics, how you felt was different. Was different even the right word? You're not too sure, but it scared you.

All these things you were feeling scared you. You didn't want to get pleasure from hurting others! It isn't right, you need help, you concluded. And that's when you realize that your mama ran away because of this, the feelings you get. Your own mama was scared of you. That's why she left you; you now understood.

You came to this understanding a few years ago, around three years, when you were fourteen. It was hard to accept, but you learned and evolved to comprehend your mama's actions. Instead of hating her for it, you sympathized with her. You understood. You would've done the same if you'd seen your darling daughter grow into this violent way of thought throughout the years.

That doesn't take away from the fact that you missed her; you missed your mama dearly. She was oh so kind to you. You miss her voice, her touch, and her cooking. Your mama was a good cook, far better than you've ever been. At least she left her cooking recipes, right?

Now, you are left alone.

Well, not completely alone. You have the ominous presence, you suppose. At least, you're not completely alone. If anything, the presence brings you back, sometimes, but not in a warm way. You can always sense when it's near. Your hair begins to stand, both on your head and on your neck.

Whenever it comes around, you can feel your muscles tense, your hair begins to float, and it's as if you're being reunited with something. With what? You don't know. There's a lot you don't know. You certainly don't know why you're connected to this presence in this way, but you do know how and what you're feeling. It makes you feel weak, like a bug.

You don't like feeling weak; you don't like how this presence makes you feel. You decided that over a year ago. That's when you began to train, wanting to become stronger, which was far easier than you thought.

You'd train day and night, trying to become stronger, better, faster. You wanted to rid yourself of this weak feeling, this feeling of submission you felt whenever you were around this presence. You wanted to harness this natural strength you were born with, this gift you were born with.

You wanted to find this presence and beat it into a bloody pulp for making you feel this way, for making your mama leave you. You didn't know how, but you knew they were connected. You knew that this presence was the cause of your strength, and you sought it out. You were going to find it and beat it, though it only watched from a distance, never getting too close.

This presence had been with you for years. You were sure that you'd be able to find it and beat it.

You'll make sure of it.

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #reader insert #reader #fem reader #baki hanma #drabble #just a thought #not proofread #yujiro hanma #hanma yujiro #just an idea #bad writing #this has been sitting in my drafts for so long #i was so too nervous to post it lol #but idc so #baki yujiro #baki x reader

[becauseplot]

thinking about archivists again. below the cut: obscene amounts of brainrot in the form of a long-winded relationship study and oddly specific references to canon that may or may not be accurate

im trying to come up with some sort of au for them (writer's block and creative burnout is a BITCH it's okay though we stay silly) and there's just something about how qphil and qcellbit don't (or didn't) really wind up in each other's circles often. sure they were friendly with each other in passing, and they definitely had some nice little interactions earlier on: cellbit briefly interviewing phil on one of his first days on the island over a cup of coffee and solidifying phil's view of cellbit as the Dedicated Investigator; phil asking cellbit to babysit chayanne and tallulah while he's away on a trip and cellbit being more than happy to; phil briefly checking in with cellbit --- who was in the process of tumbling into his regret arc, cutting off ties with loved ones and making himself a martyr --- and asking if he was okay when phil spotted him hanging alone in the back of the group; chatting about the upcoming wedding and phil advising cellbit that he and roier should probably introduce some sort of dress code (lmao); cellbit watching phil and missa meet up for the first time in months on the way to the federation's people-freezers and all of the pieces rapidly falling into place (the name of phil's waystone, phil's skull backpack, phil's elusive "husband," ohhhhhhh...). they've always been in each other's peripheral, but never directly involved in each other's personal lives.

until the happy pills.

see the thing about archivists is that they're not drawn together by a pre-existing friendship; they're more friendly acquaintances at this point, perhaps almost-friends, though they're certainly not close. but then forever's life is under threat, and god, they both love forever immensely. with direct help from bad and indirect help from others (qpac you LEGEND), they're eventually able to formulate a plan that successfully drag forever out from under the haze of drugs, pull him to the surface. they sit next to each other as they sit at the bedside of their mutual friend, watch him breathing, and try to breathe themselves.

and from that moment on it's solidified: they know they can depend on each other, when shit hits the fan. they have their respective strengths, and they balance out each other nicely. i wish i had gotten more of a chance to watch their dynamic during purgatory 1 (unfortunately i have a life sadge) but from what i saw, they turned out to be some pretty good co-leaders, and an interesting dynamic at that: phil acting more as a support role (moral support, resource support, combat support, ALL the support) and stepping up into a leader-like role when needed, but ultimately letting cellbit take the helm a lot of the time since he's a strategist with more practice managing large groups of people (i wont get into it here, and i want to watch more vods so i can more properly analyze them but HOUGHH i have THOUGHTS!! SO MANY!!!)

what im trying to get at is that they were initially in the peripheral in each others lives but were eventually drawn together out of necessity, due to circumstances. the mutual respect followed, which was then followed by trust, and then collaboration, and then friendship. i've also made this post talking about their dynamic, how they both understand each other's need to focus on the here and now and understand that they don't need to know every little thing about each other to still trust each other. and this is so integral to their relationship. it's what makes archivists archivists.

so now all that's left for me to do is try to come up with some sort of au i can chuck them in, incorporating this idea of "friendship of necessity" as a core feature of the plot. i have scattered ideas but none are particularly appealing or solid enough. i will try though!! if u have any suggestions/thoughts/ideas feel free to leave a comment or say in tags (pspsppsps come brainrot with meeee)

#qsmp philza #qsmp cellbit #archivists #dont mind me im just rambling #im specifically trying to come up with an au because i feel like a lot of my creative burnout recently has to do with the fact that ive- #-been stressing about my fics being canon-compliant and up-to-date with and accurate to the Lore as well as my characters being in-characte #-with a deep understanding of each character's lore when that is!! really hard to do!! considering how many characters there are and how- #-many hours of vods there are and the fact i still need to do Life things sometimes. #so writing an au allows me to be more flexible with the characterization (while still incorporating the integral aspects of the characters) #-AND i dont have to worry about being 100% up to date with the lore if the fic literally takes place another world!! #currently the main problem is COMING UP with the au lol #anyway that's enough out of me i love these guys im going CRAZY #also i should mention this post is NOT proofread lol

[fluffypotatey]

Hello there! I hope the month has treated you kindly enough. I don't have much questions right now, but there are a few buzzing in my head:

Why did Wukong tell MK at the start of S2 that he was going on a vacation, instead of maybe just saying that he has some unfinished business, maybe a serious one, that needs attending to now that MK can sort of look after himself? Probably to set the tone into something less alarming but I think if he went with that kind of excuse maybe MK wouldn't feel so resentful about his mentor apparently chilling while away. Or rather why not say that he's going to the Celestial realm and that he may not be available for a while because time runs differently between the two realms?

What effects do you think that being imprisoned inside a mountain has on Wukong instead of being trapped under it like in the OG JTTW book? I mean, both are pretty bad but at least the one in the book gives him fresh air and sunlight instead of complete darkness in the isolation.

Do you think that just like the battle that lead to the Havoc in Heaven 2.0 is different in LMK compared to the original book version, the peach thievery and banquet disruption also has a different story to it than the book one?

How's your writing for SWK and The Reaper series going? If you're having a bit of an inspiration fatigue, take your time to recharge. But are we going to see the White Impermanence's successor in that series though. How would the s4 and its specials' events go?

Have a great week, eat your meals regularly and not too late, take your medication if you have any, and eat your fruits and vegetables!

oh dear, oh honey, you’ve done it now :3 the floodgates are open :) hope you don’t regret it

imma have to answer these by short answer to long, so that first one is definitely placed last

anyway,

How's your writing for SWK and The Reaper series going?

tis marinating my good friend! tis on the slow cooker rn and might be for some more days or weeks depending on my uni stuff and motivation levels T^T but yeah, it’s not abandoned (far from it!) just needs some more mental plotting (ESPECIALLY because I added Xié Líng to the story and kind of want them introduced in the upcoming chapter/installment/part(?))

Are we going to see the White Impermanence's successor in that series though?

so yeah, you will see the White Impermanence’s successor soon! their involvement in the story takes place more in what I have in mind for s4 :3 and I don’t remember what I mentioned about them, but Xié Líng is basically Júhua’s only friend in the underworld (not to mention that the two are basically soulmates no thanks to what they have/will inherit). they aren’t that big of a fan of Sun Wukong but tolerate him bc it’s Júhua’s uncle (a label she only ever confessed to Xié Líng). also, hoping they will help me explained Júhua’s magic a bit more since I now have 2 reapers in this verse :)

and for s4…..no, I shan’t say…….more Diyu and Júhua playing sleuth while MK goes through the horrors

Do you think that just like the battle that lead to the Havoc in Heaven 2.0 is different in LMK compared to the original book version, the peach thievery and banquet disruption also has a different story to it than the book one?

I honestly would not be surprised if that was the case. lmk already differentiates a lot from the book with specific details or chapters (Red Son’s chapter/Samadhi Fire lore, the reason behind Guanyin’s vase, how the JTTW crew met Pigsy, how they met Sandy, LBD’s chapter). so, while the feel of the show sticks with that adventure and high stakes and moral dilema that JTTW had, it also is its own piece of work (which you could argue for many JTTW adaptations tbh since there are sO many and many are very different from each other)

anyway, yeah, I have an inkling that the stolen peach story is not exactly book accurate.

What effects do you think that being imprisoned inside a mountain has on Wukong instead of being trapped under it like in the OG JTTW book?

oh ho ho! what a question 👀

I certainly think being trapped inside the 5 Phases Mt has a different impact than being trapped under it. for one, like you mentioned, book!SWK had the “luxury” of being able to see outside and breathe fresh air. lmk!SWK???? he is in the heart of the mountain. he is seeing nothing but rocks (stalactites and stalagmites), he can hear nothing but the drips of cave water, he can breath nothing but stale and dusty air….for 500 years :)

how do you stay sane in such conditions?

spoiler: you don’t!

you cannot stay sane or impassive to being trapped inside a mountain with nothing but rock and golden chains for 500 years!!! we all remember that clip of a freed swk, right?

see that? that’s the look of a monkey who’s just been released from a 500 year prison and is ready to tear the world apart just to feel better :)

so how would one stay some-what lucid in this imprisonment? my guess is the man hallucinated the shit out of it. bored of seeing nothing but rock and more rock and even more rock? how about visualizing that Macky returned after your horrible fight and is apologizing for snapping at you. how about believing that you good pals the Brotherhood and you didn’t fail your war with Heaven! how about thinking that the darkness and loud echos of the cave hold more creatures and demons who heard of your downfall and want to finish the job. how about envisioning being back at FFM, Macky and your monkey subjects are so happy to see you and you were actually never imprisoned! how about believing—

listen to me, listen to me: Wukong’s experience of being held inside the mountain, other than being smushed under it, is more psychologically impactful and I bet this monkey could not sleep well after being freed for centuries. Wukong sleeps with a night light still!

Why did Wukong tell MK at the start of S2 that he was going on a vacation, instead of maybe just saying that he has some unfinished business?

short answer: because he’s an idiot

long answer:

Wukong is very used to solving issues on his own. he is aware that MK is human (maybe) and a mortal (now debatable, but at this point, MK believed that and that’s what’s important). he is aware that MK’s an anxious kid and wants to prove himself but also has great power within him. he is very aware that MK still needs to complete his training and isn’t ready for what Wukong is about to embark on (also who Wukong would potentially fight against with no one being none the wiser to).

and, as I stated prior, Wukong is very used to solving issues on his own. he did it in his time before JTTW and even during JTTW because he was the overpowered stone monkey who was FFM’s trump card and the JTTW savior when situations got rough (barely any of the other companions are able to beat off an opponent without Wukong’s help). thus, Wukong is not someone to ask for help or even allow other to be aware that help is needed because he is not used to asking (he only will if push comes to shove and he is out of ideas, which he wasn’t in s2)

however, I’m sure we’re well aware of SWK’s almost allergic reaction to acknowledging help or admitting that something is most definitely wrong! but imma get that statement out of the way so that when I delve into the question, we all have what I said above in mind :)

now, why tell MK he’s going on vacation? why not give a lie that could be a little closer to the truth?

well, as said before, Wukong has an aversion to admitting when there are things going wrong that only he could recognize and probably worries that hinting to MK that Wukong is off to investigate something would possibly entice the kid to join Wukong or ask the monkey a lot of questions about it he isn’t inclined to answer. also, if Wukong were to say he needed to complete something in the celestial realm that would also bring on more questions he would not know how to respond to

thus, vacation! it’s already established that Wukong retired himself from helping duty by s1. and what do retired people do? go on vacation!!!! they hit the road, take the most tourist heavy sites, go radio silent and relax! therefore, if Wuking were to tell MK he is going on vacation, then MK would not ask him too many questions about where he’s going or ask if he can join! I would not be surprised if that’s Wukong’s thought process. this answer is merely the simplest way for Wukong to subtly get rid of the LBD problem while MK protects the city and learns more about how to hone his powers (it’s not like the kid needed Wukong, the kid’s a fast learner and his powers are growing pretty quickly).

‘course this undermines MK’s insecurities of not being good enough and brings to light his abandonment issues and his low self worth but, uh, yeah

in conclusion: Wukong dun fucked up for saying vacation because he’s an idiot

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk analysis #more like lmk ramble #lol #this month has been so-so tbh #feeling very tired rn #gonna rearrange my queue for a bit so that this doesn’t get drowned by it #I really hope there’s no typos on here #Posting it with no proofreading #lmk sun wukong #lmk mk #sunburst duo

[pro-bee]

So some of you may know the lore about how I was mad inspired in the fall of 2019/early 2020 after Ziva’s resurrection to write fic and started this multi chapter fic… and then the pandemic happened and I lost interest and haven’t touched it in four years lol.

I don’t know what’s happening this week but I’m betting it’ll blow whatever head canon I had in mind back then out of the water and that fic is going into the vault lmao

Look how far we’ve come friends 😂

#after gabby and Sofia poked me #I almost said fuck it and thought about posting the half assed half finished non proofread version up now #because I clearly will never finish it so why not #but I can’t bring myself to do it lol #I don’t post anything unless it’s finished #especially since this was a multi chapter thing and was not written in order #god writing creatively I used to do that?????? #work has sucked the fun out of it all lmao #also my tiva obsession was replaced with a Taylor obsession so I applied the same brain power to music instead #because at least Taylor’s music has never let me down lol #hi friends! it’s been awhile!

[skeletallii]

Nevin rolled his eyes as Chris spoke, the taller boy’s words flying right over his head as the two walked home together. He wasn’t paying much attention, but it wasn’t meant to be cruel. He’d just had a long day and was ready to get home, collapse on his bed, and blast music so loud the walls started rattling. Truly, it was the best plan he could think of.

At least until he saw the two Halloween decorations standing in front of his house.

Chris and Nevin stopped short, one of Nevin’s eyebrows raising in confusion while Chris made a… very animated expression. They were skeletons— neither any more than five foot four, maybe five foot five if you squinted. One had bright white bones, a golden circlet around its’ skull, and wore what appeared to be a prince costume in purple. The other seemed to be dripping black tar with a teal tint to it, reminding Nevin of the goop he occasionally secreted. He couldn’t make out what the goopy skeleton was wearing.

He was mildly unnerved. If this was meant to be a joke, he wasn’t laughing. The fuck is this? Did Quinton put them here? I’ll beat his ass if this was him.

Chris turned to him and whispered, “Those look real.”

This is enough to catch the attention of the skeletons, which apparently are real. The goopy one only has one visible socket, and inside is a single teal iris. The other has two purple irises, and somehow both of them can manage to form facial expressions. Neither looks pleased. They begin to walk towards him.

Nevin has always prided himself on having better self preservation skills than his brother, but just this once he throws them out the window. It’s mostly because of the situation being absolutely absurd.

“Who the hell are you?” Nevin’s mouth falls open dumbly, part of his hair falling in his face as the goopy skeleton reaches him.

The skeleton pulls his arm back and slugs Nevin square in the jaw, knocking him back. Nevin makes an amusing ‘oof!’ sound as he falls on his ass, and the skeleton proceeds to kick him in the gut.

The second skeleton— Purple, for lack of a better name —joins the first, Goop Lord, and kicks him in the gut again. One steps on his hand, but he can’t tell which. Nevin lets out a strangled cry as his head is forced backward with another kick. He watches Chris try to fly forward, to help him, but Purple shoves him back with an infuriated look on his face, his mouth opening. “You stay out of this!” Purple’s voice is nearly identical to Nevin’s. This revelation does nothing for him, as he’s still too busy getting his ass beaten by a couple of skeletons.

Goop Lord’s foot collides with the side of his skull, and it has Nevin seeing stars. He doesn’t remember anything after that.

Nevin wakes up to Drew pushing his hair from his face, concern written across his features. His twin’s bewilderment mirrors his own.

“Chris said you got beaten up by skeletons?” Drew’s voice is quiet, absolute confusion barely hidden in his voice.

Nevin groans, grabbing onto the back of the couch and pulling himself into a sitting position. “I… I think I did?” He brings a hand to his forehead. Pain throbs beneath his skin. Drew’s healing works miracles, but it doesn’t always erase the pain. Nevin can see the branches hidden in Drew’s curls. “Did fucking Quinton send them?”

Drew shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”

Chris’ voice sounds from the other room. “Uh, those skeletons are in the backyard.”

Nevin’s eyes go wide and his mouth falls open in shock. He instinctively clutches at his stomach, and he sees a very afraid look in his brother’s eyes. “Can you just pretend I’m not here?”

The knocking on the back door says otherwise. Nevin stands up and prepares himself for yet another ass beating.

#Nevin Jovel #ibvs #the image of nevin getting the shit beaten out of him by a couple of skeletons is Incredibly funny #so i wrote this on my work break lol #nightmare tournament #it has not been proofread and i haven’t written anything since like november so sorry it’s clunky lol #i also haven’t read ibvs in a good minute. so uh. mischaracterization beware

[crockettmarcel]

platonic reesker + december au

For a moment, Ava wonders if she's hallucinating. It's been months since she's seen or heard from Sarah, and from what she can tell, even longer since she last set foot in Med, the day she came to hand in her notice.

Goodwin didn't fight for her to stay.

If she's honest, Ava had no idea Sarah was even still in the city. But, as the woman with the curly hair gets closer, there's no doubt in Ava's mind that it's her. Her clothes are different, darker, and her hair is loose against her shoulders, instead of pulled up in a bun the way she always used to do it, but it's her.

"Sarah?"

She's carrying a guitar case, plain black and a little battered around the edges, and when she notices Ava, she stops and sets it down on the ground, careful not to let it fall on its side. Ava never knew she played.

"I thought it was you. How are things?"

Sarah shakes her head, then pulls her earbuds out and untangles them from her hair before shoving them in a coat pocket. Ava watches her fingers as they work, and she's reminded of the few cases they had together before Sarah left. She was an excellent doctor, and could have been a great surgeon if that was what she'd wanted. She had the right hands for it, her movements always nimble and precise, good enough even to rival herself or Connor.

Now though, her hands are shaky, and there's blood on her fingertips. Ava doesn't think to ask where it came from.

"Sorry about that." She wipes a hand on her jeans, leaving a faint trail of blood on the denim, then offers Ava a half-hearted attempt at a smile.

"No worries. How have you been?"

"Fine." She meets Ava's eyes. "Really, I've been fine."

"Good. That's good."

A silence settles between them as Ava racks her brain trying to think of something to say. It's been so long, and after everything that happened, she's not sure that a casual chat about the cold weather or how the Bears are doing is what Sarah wants.

"So, what brings you to our esteemed hospital?" It's a stupid question, and she regrets it as soon as the words are out of her mouth. Whatever it is is none of her business.

"Meds. My doctor sent them here by accident."

Ava nods and takes a sip of her coffee. She doesn't know what to say to that. Oh, the pharmacy here is great. You remember that from when you worked here, right? Or I hope they're doing the job! How's the grief?

She motions towards the guitar case at Sarah's feet. "How long have you been playing?"

"Since I was a teenager. And I play the piano, too. Have done since I was a kid."

"I never knew that. I'd love to hear you play something someday."

Sarah smiles. "Someday, yeah."

They fall into another silence, and Ava takes the opportunity to - well, "study Sarah" sounds creepy. She's concerned, that's all, and from what she can see, she has reason to be. There are dark circles under Sarah's eyes, and there's no light in them anymore. Ava remembers watching it go out. She's lost weight too, and Ava's stomach turns at all the loose fabric of her jeans.

Does Crockett know?

After a few awkward seconds, Sarah breaks the silence. "I've got to..." She nods in the direction of the pharmacy.

"Oh, right, yeah, of course. And I'm sure I've got patients somewhere that need me. You know how it is."

Knew.

"It was nice seeing you, Ava."

"You too. Look after yourself, yeah?"

Sarah gives her that same fake smile, then picks up her guitar case and sets off towards the pharmacy.

Does Crockett know?

#chicago med #sarah reese #ava bekker #december!au #writing #this has not been proofread sorry lol my bad

[importantdestinydefendor]

Great news, folks!

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Thank you again for doing this, @whenskiesaregreyy! Will forever be grateful!

#firelight au #maaren au #so happy!! #first chapter has been proofread as of now #and I will soon sit my ass down to go edit! #stay tuned! #christmas came early lol #at least for me

[lexinympho]

1:12 AM, Kunigami read on his phone screen.

He stared at the roof of his bedroom, wondering why he's moderately awake at 1 in the morning after the strenuous practice match he'd went through earlier (not including the fact that he has to get up for school in 6 hours).

Tap, tap, tap.

Until auditory tapping calls his attention from the window and he realizes what broke his sleep. He practically dragged himself out of the warm cocoon of his bed to open the window, but mustered up more energy as he felt a sense of urgency upon recalling how little he spoken with you within the past 5 or 6 hours.

The sight of your drained expression through the glass pushes any ounce of grogginess out of his body to be replaced with worry. "What are you doing here?" He asked upon opening the window to pull you in from the muggy outside world.

"Sorry it's so late," you gave an apologetic smile as you steady yourself in front of him, not missing the way he concernedly stares you down from how tired you sound. "And sorry for missing your game earlier."

"It was just a practice match," he said to reassure you.

"But I should've at least let you know I couldn't make it."

"I kind of got the gist that you must've gotten tied up with something. You usually would give me a heads up."

You leaned forward and weakly thudded your head against his shoulder before saying, "I had to leave."

"What happened?" He immediately asked as he placed one hand on the back of your head, the other moving to your back to administer rubs of comfort. It's pavlovian for him to inquire about whatever is bothering you, but it feels unnecessary to ask right now when the main (if only) thing that'd ever force you to leave home is-

"Family drama. The usual."

Called it. "Who's the culprit?"

A sigh escaped you before you answered, "My sisters. And kind of my dad. And my mom."

"...So everyone?"

"Some worse than others, but yeah." You lean your weight into him as you drop your bag to the floor, a silent plea for him to move the both of you to his bed before you fall asleep standing. He easily took the hint and maneuvered backwards to flop down with you, sensing your body relaxing the moment you laid down on top of him. Minutes of silence ticked by, sleepiness tugging at his soul as he listens to your breathing go from high strung to stable.

He blinks his eyes back to focus when he feels the rumble of your voice on his collarbone, "I'm so tired of hearing them talk. I know they're just worried but it gets so annoying after the 100th time."

He hesitantly asks as he looks down to the top of your head, not entirely sure if you want to elaborate, "What do they keep talking about this time?"

"...One of my sisters got into trouble," you grip at Kunigami's shirt to keep your frustration at bay, "and you know how my family is whenever she so much as breathes."

He hummed in agreement, all too knowledgeable of how heated things become whenever she does something neither you or your family approve of.

"To make a long story short, she had to get checked out at the hospital, and I was unfortunate enough to get caught up in it all."

"Is she okay?" He doesn't react strongly, knowing you would've long ago told him had it been anything serious.

"Yeah, she's fine enough, just a few bruises." Your tone become solemn when you add on, "I really did want to see you, but they probably would've gotten on me for always running off the moment something happens." You quickly lift your head to say, "But it's not like anything would change if I'm there! Just because she runs off somewhere she shouldn't be doesn't mean my day has to be derailed, especially when it doesn't even involve me!"

"You've got a point." He's hyper aware of your anger and underlying exasperation for this continuous cycle of always bearing witness to your sister's bad decisions, all while being forced to listen to your parents and other sister badmouth her. It's nothing new, this is far from the first time he'd opened his window for you during the early hours. He's used to your occasional venting.

But it doesn't make his sympathy for you dwindle the slightest bit.

"Sorry for springing this on you again." You avert your gaze in guilt, feeling disgusted for basically doing the same thing to him that you'd grown tired of your family doing to you.

"I don't mind," he reassures you before pulling you back down to lay on him, "I'd rather you tell me what's going on anyway. It's better to talk about it instead of staying quiet."

You pout into his neck, "Okay but not when it's nearly 2 am."

"You could come barreling down my door an hour before my alarm and it still wouldn't bother me."

You want to refute his statement, but a large part of you finds it difficult to believe he'd be angry with you over something like that. Especially considering how many missed calls and texts he left you with before you ran here like an escapee.

That's certainly how it felt.

"Do they know where you're at?" Sleep is attempting to take hold of him and it's evident in how slurred his question sounded.

"...I just told them I was staying at a friend's house."

"And they were okay with it? At this time?"

"Well, they're still at the hospital, it wouldn't make a difference if I drive home or go somewhere else." Your voice gets quieter, "I said I needed a breather, and that I'd see them tomorrow."

He said nothing then, choosing to tighten his hold on you and internally thank them for being somewhat understanding enough to let you go. You looked ready to drop to your knees when he saw you, both out of exhaustion and out of the need to cry.

"I'm sleepy," you announce in a small voice.

"Then let's sleep." A beat of silence passes before he says half jokingly, "And don't apologize for coming over. You don't think I want to see you?"

"I know you do. I just don't like coming here like...this."

"Like I said, it's fine."

"I wanna cry."

"Then cry a river for me."

"No," you stubbornly say despite the tightness of your throat.

"The offer's always up." He takes his hands from around your back to grab your face and pepper your cheeks until the gloominess has mostly subsided. Satisfied with the lovesick gaze you send him, he flashes an award winning smile and says for the second time, "We need to sleep already."

You droop a little when remembering the time, but agree with him when a yawn starts knocking at your lungs, "Yeah, we should sleep. I'm gonna need it for tomorrow when they start talking my ears off again."

Kunigami takes just a second or two to throw his cover over you as he says, "Maybe it won't be so bad."

The yawn breaks in when you speak, "I wish."

The young man closes his eyes and thinks to himself, I wish, too. He wants to tell you that even if tomorrow does end up no different from today, he'd still be there for you the moment you need to lean on him. He'd even come running for you if you needed him to.

He doubts he has to tell you all of that though, since you sought him out.

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

#spontaneous vent fic so that i don't have to actually vent lol #«lexi's writing» #kunigami x reader #kunigami rensuke x you #blue lock drabbles #blue lock x reader #kunigami drabbles #bllk x y/n #bllk x reader #not proofread and that's okay for now--i'm so tired #i'm so sorry this is the first thing i'm posting in DAYS but this month has just been...ugh

[sgtcalhouns]

Show & Tell

It's Felix and Tamora's first time, and he wants to do everything in his power to make sure she enjoys herself.

hello friends! have some arcade-verse smut. this was supposed to be a quick little thing and then it wasn't. enjoy!

“Want to take this to the bedroom?”

The question sent an electric thrill down Felix’s spine. He could hardly remember the last time he had felt so hungry for another person’s touch; of course the answer was yes. His body felt alive in the best way as they migrated to Tamora’s bed, but as clothes started to come off, his anxiety crept in.

It had been years since he had been intimate with anyone. What if he was out of practice? What if his past partners had lied and he was actually terrible in bed? What if Tamora was into some newfangled, modern practices that he knew nothing about? Would he even be able to please her?

He inhaled a deep breath as Tamora unbuttoned his work shirt. There was no need to tie himself in knots over problems that might not even exist. He took a moment to ground himself in reality. She wouldn’t have initiated this if she didn’t want to. She certainly seemed enthusiastic, if the way she was kissing him silly was any indication. Besides, they were both adults; they were perfectly capable of having a conversation about sex without making things awkward.

“Tammy?” he sighed between kisses. Tamora paused her affections but didn’t pull back from him. Their noses brushes as Felix finished his thought. “Can I talk to you about somethin’?”

At this, she pulled away from him slightly, nodding at him to continue.

“It’s been… well, it’s been quite some time since I’ve done this,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m probably overthinking things. I’m just a little nervous.”

“I understand,” she replied. “We can slow things down if you’re not comfortable with this yet.”

“Oh, no, it’s not that at all,” he responded. “What I mean is…I’m nervous you won’t enjoy it. That I won’t be able to satisfy you.”

“Oh, Felix,” she said, reaching out to cup his cheek. He was too sweet for his own good.

“I want to give you the pleasure you deserve, I’m just worried that I won’t know how. So I was wondering if, maybe…” he trailed off, nervous to state his request out loud. “Maybe you could… show me how you like to be touched.”

It was silent for a moment. So much for not making things awkward. He had a hard time reading her face as she withdrew her hand from him.

“Are you…asking to watch me masturbate?”

His cheeks bloomed with a red-hot blush and his eyes went wide as he realized what he had just asked for.

“I-I hadn’t thought about it in those terms,” he stammered.

As hard as she tried, Tamora could not stop herself from bursting into laughter. She felt bad laughing at his expense, but his mortified expression was just too cute. In a strange way, it made her want him even more.

“I didn’t know you were so kinky, I was expecting something a bit more vanilla from you,” she replied, amusement clear on her face.

“Tammy, I am so sorry,” he responded with his face in his hands, too consumed with embarrassment to notice Tamora’s smile.

“Felix, look at me,” she said. He shook his head, refusing to budge. She took a more tender approach as she reached for his hands and gently pulled them away from his face. “You don’t have to apologize. I understand what you meant.”

“You do?” he asked. He was clearly still embarrassed, but he finally met her gaze.

“I do. I think it's sweet that my enjoyment is so important to you,” she said with a reassuring smile. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed, it just took me by surprise when you asked.”

"I shouldn't have asked you that, I wasn't thinking when I said it," he replied. "I don't expect you to—"

“I’ll do it," she cut in.

"Wh—You will?" he asked in disbelief.

"As long as you return the favor," she said with a devious wink that he felt down to his core.

“What?” he balked.

“It’s only fair,” she smirked.

This woman was going to be the death of him, but his desire quickly overcame his doubts. He was fairly certain that his bits were less complicated than hers, but even so, he figured her suggestion had some merit.

"I suppose you're right," he conceded.

Tamora leaned in to kiss him and he finally allowed himself to relax. He reminded himself that this was supposed to be enjoyable--maybe even fun. It was new for both of them, and they were going to figure it out together. He shrugged out of his shirt, leaving him in his plain white undershirt and boxers. She shoved her cargo pants down her legs and Felix marveled at her soft skin; he had never seen so much of her before, and he was absolutely entranced.

He reached out to touch her, gently placing his hand on the side of her knee. There had never been a doubt in his mind that she was strong, but seeing the muscles laid out so plainly before him left him in awe. His hand ghosted over the contours of her toned thigh and she shivered. This was enough to draw his focus back up to her face, and he was taken aback by the emotion in her eyes. For a moment, he worried that he had over-stepped.

"I'm sorry, is this okay?" he asked, pausing his hand's journey across her skin. "I should've asked first, I just—"

She nodded, reaching out to grab the front of his undershirt and yank him forward into a kiss. It was difficult for her to explain the feelings that had overcome her; she hadn't shown Felix anything remotely scandalous yet, and he was already completely captivated by her body. Tonight wasn't just about sex for him—what he wanted was her. Not just the parts of her that other men lusted after, but all of her. She hoped her kiss was answer enough for him, because she wasn't sure she could explain her feelings if she tried.

Thankfully, he seemed to understand her feelings, and he was perfectly happy to continue doting on her. He slowly kissed along her jaw, pausing once he reached her ear to ask if she would like him to continue down her neck. No one had ever gone to such great lengths to consider not only her consent, but her desire, and she found it surprisingly arousing. She had been prepared for this to feel slightly awkward, even instructional, but she soon realized she would have no problem touching herself for him; the itch to do so was growing stronger by the minute.

Her hand found its way to her breast, and Felix's eyes flitted downward to watch as her fingers stretched around the swell and sank into her flesh as she squeezed. His own arousal grew as he watched her for a moment, but his focus remained on pleasing her. He was still enjoying exploring her neck too much to put a stop to it, but his hand moved to the curve of her waist, just a few short inches from her unoccupied breast. He stretched his thumb, stroking the skin on her torso and just barely brushing up against the underside of her bust. His attempt to be discreet almost made Tamora laugh.

"Can I...?"

She grabbed his hand and moved it to the desired location in lieu of an answer. Felix hummed against the curve of her neck in response. He had clearly been paying attention as he fell straight into the pattern he had observed from Tamora. Now that he was touching her, albeit through her fitted tank top, he noticed the padding in her bra that prevented him from truly feeling her, and he selfishly wished she would do away with it. He had never been consumed by such thoughts, but tonight it felt as though he couldn't get enough of her.

Tamora must have been experiencing a similar impatience; she huffed as she reached for the bottom of her shirt. Felix backed out of the way, eyes widening as her torso came into view. If he thought her thighs were impressive, her abdominal muscles were in a league of their own. They weren't so harshly defined that they formed a visible "six pack," but there was clear definition down the center of her stomach and on either side in a way that accentuated the curve of her waist.

His eyes continued up her body until they met hers once more. Their eyes remained locked as she reached around her back toward the clasp of her bra. She raised an eyebrow, silently requesting his permission to move things further. Felix’s heart began to pound. It was indecent of him to feel so desperate to lay his eyes on her body, he knew that, but he wanted to—badly. A small nod, paired with the hunger in his eyes, was all the answer Tamora needed.

Curious, Felix watched as she unclasped her bra. It occurred to him that he was fairly unfamiliar with the mechanics of brassieres, and he would probably benefit from a bit of practice. However, Tamora seemed too impatient to provide him with such a lesson tonight—the straps of her bra were already halfway down her arms before his brain caught up to what he was seeing. From there, she slowed her actions, making sure she had his full attention before revealing herself to him.

The moment she did away with her bra, he felt his cock twitch with excitement. It was a sweet kind of torture, this slow buildup; the warm, twisting feeling in his gut became a sharp pang as her delicate hand reached up to touch her bare breast. Neither of them had touched him yet, but he was undoubtedly erect, straining against his boxers as he watched her. She gestured for him to touch her, and he quickly obliged with a sigh of pleasure as his fingers pressed into her soft flesh.

“Just like that,” Tamora sighed. “And after a minute or two of that, I like to switch it up a little.”

He watched as her hand ran up and down over her breast, slowing down slightly so that she could begin to stimulate her areola between her index and middle fingers.

“You can’t just start pinching, you have to work up to it,” she explained. “But once you’ve put in the work, you can be a little more direct.”

Slowly, gently, she took her nipple between her thumb and index finger and squeezed. Despite being the one to perform the action, she gasped, arching her back and pushing her breast more firmly into Felix’s grasp. He didn’t hesitate to show her what he had learned, his confidence growing as she smiled at him.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

It was clear that his question was genuine, but there was a husky quality to his voice that she had never heard before. Paired with the hungry look in his eyes, she quickly felt herself losing control of her desire.

“Mmhmm,” she sighed in response.

She thrusted her free hand down between her legs, practiced fingers quickly finding their way to her clitoris, even over her underwear. Felix watched with darkened eyes as she pressed down and rubbed her fingers intently in a circular motion. His mouth fell open, but he didn’t even notice. The image before him—Tamora relaxing into her pleasure as they both touched her—was too seductive for him to look away. Breath quickening with desire, he looked up into her eyes.

“Please,” he choked out.

His mind was absent of the words he needed to ask for what he wanted, but Tamora interpreted his longing gaze and reached for his free hand. She placed his fingers where hers had been between her legs and a breathy moan escaped him as his fingertips met the damp fabric. Visions of what awaited him beneath the soaked cotton of her underwear flooded his mind and his cock twitched once again, reminding him of his own arousal which had been left untended.

“I think it’s time for you to return the favor,” Tamora said, the breathless quality of her voice betraying the pleasure he was providing.

Felix released his hold on her breast, running his hand down her body before moving it toward himself. His right hand was still busy toying with her clit, and he turned his focus there for a moment before palming himself over his boxers. Beneath the lust, she could see the slight unease in his demeanor, the hesitance in his movements as he touched himself. He seemed to be afraid to take it too far, to embarrass himself by enjoying it too much.

“Felix,” she said, and he looked up at her. “You’re allowed to enjoy it. That’s kind of the point.”

The comment caught him off guard, and he blushed a little as he faltered.

“Sorry. I’m just a little—I don’t do this all that often,” he stammered, his blush darkening as he gestured to the hand that was half heartedly rubbing his erection. “I’m feeling a little self-conscious, which is putting me in the wrong mindset, and I’m thinking way too hard about all this—“

Tamora sat up, reaching a hand out to touch the side of his face. It put a stop to his rambling and he took a deep breath.

“It’s okay. This is a little different for both of us,” she said. “More than anything, I want to know what you like, what you want. If this is putting you in the wrong mindset, then what do we need to do to get you in the right one?”

He took a moment to ponder her question. What he liked, what he wanted…it was all sitting right in front of him.

“Well, lately, before I do anything, I start by thinking about you,” he said. He struggled to maintain eye contact while making such an intimate confession, but she knew his words were genuine.

“Are you trying to flatter me?” she teased.

“It’s the truth. When I think about what I want, the only thing that comes to mind is you,” he said, confidence growing as they shared a smile.

She leaned in to kiss him and he hummed as he returned it. When she broke the kiss, he stayed close, murmuring his next thoughts against her lips.

“I think about all kinds of things, but I always end up here,” he explained, pressing an ardent kiss to her lips. “Just the thought of you kissin’ me gets me going.”

His hand returned to his erection, more confidently this time, as their lips met again. Tamora snaked her arms around his neck and realized he was still wearing his undershirt.

"I think you're a little overdressed," she said. “Can I help you take this off?”

He nodded, raising his arms so she could pull off his shirt.

“What else do you think about?” she asked, lightly running her index finger down his chest.

“My mind starts to run through all my favorite things about you. Your eyes, your smile, the way your soft hair tickles my face when we kiss…” he trailed off for a moment as he looked her over. “The list got a lot longer tonight.”

“Is that so?” She asked.

Felix nodded. His hand brushed along her thigh, fingertips mapping out the contours of her muscles.

“I didn’t think it was possible for every inch of a person’s body to be perfect, but Tammy…you are magnificent,” he said. “I already knew I was the luckiest man in the arcade, but now it just seems unfair.”

Tamora kissed him again and his fingers reached around his erection and squeezed as he finally allowed himself to give in to his own pleasure. He leaned into her kiss, seeking a deeper connection, and he sighed as she parted her lips and allowed his tongue into her mouth. Her hands were everywhere, running down his chest, nails ghosting across his back, fingers gently pulling on his hair.

Although they were both eager to move things along, they relished this moment, this chance to become familiar with one another. His free hand was exploring her hip, fingers pressing into her creamy skin. After a long moment of enjoying each other, Felix had finally relaxed into his arousal, and Tamora’s arm accidentally brushed against his erection in her explorations. His gasp forced their lips apart, and there was a long pause as they caught their breath before anyone spoke.

��Is that okay?” she asked. Her forehead rested against his.

“It just surprised me,” he nodded. She saw his brows crease slightly as he resolved to make his next thought known. “I’ve spent a lot of time imagining what it would feel like if you were the one touching me.”

Goosebumps spread across his skin as she brushed her fingers down his arm, coming to rest on top of the hand he was using to pleasure himself. He tilted his head up to look at her.

“I can show you, if you want.”

Something shifted in his eyes then; a desperation she had never seen smoldered in his deep blue irises, sending a new wave of heat between her legs.

“I want that,” he murmured, voice shaky. “I really want that.”

He moved his hand, allowing Tamora’s to take its place. She smoothed her fingers over his manhood, getting a feel for his shape and size through his boxers. At this point, he needed very little help stirring up his arousal, but she couldn’t stop herself from wrapping her hand around him and stroking him. Felix was quite responsive to her touch, unable to hold back a whimper. He no longer had it in him to feel embarrassed, however. This was the best he had felt in ages, and she hadn’t even touched him directly yet.

As though she was reading his mind, Tamora was quickly losing her patience; the fabric of his boxers gave her little room to work with and almost no flexibility in terms of positioning. He seemed to be enjoying himself, but she knew she could really send him reeling if they removed the obstacle in her way.

“Think you’re ready to lose the shorts?” she asked.

He looked up at her with hazy, half-lidded eyes, a breathy moan passing through his slightly parted lips before he replied.

“Only if you’re ready to return the favor,” he said.

It seemed as though they had somehow unlocked a new degree of confidence within Felix, one borne of his passion for her. Every time Tamora thought she couldn’t want him any more, he did something else that increased her need.

They both shed their underwear and took a moment to admire one another. Tamora sat back on her heels with her thighs apart, giving Felix an enticing view of the mound of curly blonde hair between her legs. The hair was damp from her arousal, and he could just make out the edges of her folds peeking out underneath. She looked perfect, and he forced himself to resist the urge to sink his fingers right into her center. He was a gentleman—he would not touch her without permission.

Tamora bit her lip at the sight of his erection, which curved in a gentle arch toward his stomach. He had felt a bit larger than she expected when she touched him over his boxers, and now she knew that her instincts were correct. She grinned at the moisture beading at the tip; she was ready to devour him, but that would have to wait for another time. The last thing she wanted was to scare him out of the fervor that had overtaken him.

“Tammy, I…” he shook his head as he trailed off, unable to find the right words to describe his desire.

How did she want him to touch her? Would he ever be worthy of such a privilege? What did he need to do to make her feel like the goddess she so clearly was?

“I want to give you all the pleasure you deserve,” he said. “How do I do that?”

Tamora reached for his hand, singling out his index finger before bringing it underneath her, pressing into her folds. She guided the tip of his finger toward her opening, and helped him spread the fluid that gathered there from back to front.

Bringing him back up toward her clit, she pulled his middle finger out and into her folds. Once both fingers were adequately wet, she spread them slightly apart, showing him how she liked to gently squeeze the sensitive nub between her fingers. He rubbed his hand back and forth, massaging her vulva and stimulating her clit at the same time. The more he moved, the wetter she became, and soon they could hear how slick she had become. He never imagined he could be so excited by a sound like that, but knowing that it was happening because he was pleasing her turned him on beyond belief.

"Can I have a turn?" she teased, pointing toward his erection.

He nodded, unable to trust his voice. Immediately her hands reached for him, and he inhaled a sharp breath as she stroked and squeezed him with an enthusiasm she hadn't been able to show with his boxers in the way. Her thumb brushed across the tip, spreading precum onto the head and down his shaft as her hands continued to stimulate him; his eyes slid closed and moaned as her soft hands worked him up more than he ever thought possible.

“Is it like you imagined?” she asked.

“Better,” he blurted out. He shuddered with pleasure before he continued. “It’s so much better.”

It wasn’t an exaggeration; nothing in his wildest fantasies could have prepared him for how it felt to have Tamora touching him this way. To know her intimately. To pleasure her the way she was pleasuring him. His imagination could never conjure up something this perfect. He hoped more than anything that she felt the same.

With every thrust of his hand, his fingers dipped tantalizingly close to her opening. He longed to cross that threshold, to plunge his finger into her and provide her with a new depth of pleasure. Biting back this urge was growing more difficult by the second. Suddenly, Tamora removed one of her hands from him and gripped his forearm, nails digging into his skin.

“You gonna keep teasing me, soldier?” she asked, voice wavering and breathless. “Or are you gonna make a move?”

This was all the motivation he needed to allow himself to explore. His index finger eased its way inside and he let out a breathy moan of want. She was so warm, so wet, and her walls clenched tight around the blocky digit as he pressed deeper. Once she seemed comfortable, he slowly began thrusting into her, taking his time as he made himself familiar with the ribbed flesh inside her. She rocked gently against his hand, giving him the confidence to voice a request.

"Can I give you more?" he asked, the question alone nearly sending her over the edge.

“Yes,” she sighed, her hand moving almost frantically up and down his shaft as she fed her energy into pleasing him.

She whined as he removed his finger from her, only to hum with pleasure as he pushed it back inside, adding his middle finger to the mix this time. His thick fingers gently stretched her opening, and the movement of her hips prompted him to pick up the pace of his thrusts. Without a second thought, he pressed his thumb to her clit, and her body jerked in response. A deep sense of pride swelled within him as she moaned; he'd been so worried that she wouldn't enjoy herself, but if he was able to coax that sound out of her, he had to be doing something right.

Finally setting his worries aside allowed him to pay full attention to the pleasure Tamora was providing. Her slender fingers squeezed him just right and it felt good—too good. Suddenly, he felt himself rapidly approaching his orgasm. There was nowhere he could look that didn't exacerbate the issue; an upward glance revealed her flushed face, her breasts bounced right in front of him, and looking down at their hands engrossed in the task of pleasuring one another spelled certain disaster. This was all happening too fast, and he felt helpless to stop it.

"Tammy," he gasped. "Wait."

She didn't say anything right away, but she immediately eased up her grip on him. Although this was exactly what he had asked for, he couldn't help a small, disappointed whine when she let go of him completely.

"Is everything okay?" she asked after taking a moment to catch her breath.

He nodded.

"That felt so good," he sighed. "But I want to make love to you, Tammy, and I was just so close—"

She held up a hand to stop him before his apologetic ramblings could begin.

"I read you loud and clear," she said.

She leaned down and kissed him deeply; in relishing their connection, he realized that he hadn't removed his hand from her.

"That doesn't mean you should have to stop enjoyin' yourself," he murmured against her lips.

"Is that so?" she asked, slowly grinding herself on his fingers.

They kissed again, and Felix wasted no time working back up to the rhythm he had interrupted. He loved everything about stimulating her this way: familiarizing himself with the ribbed texture inside her, being focused solely on her pleasure, learning from the way her breath hitched when he hit the right spot. His fingers were about as deep as they could be when she separated their lips with a gasp. Looking up at her, he couldn't quite tell whether her eyes were closed due to pleasure or pain.

"...Tammy?"

"Don't you dare stop."

Tamora's command erased any hesitation in his mind, and he happily committed to the pattern of movement that she seemed to enjoy. Her moans increased in volume as her pleasure began to build, and Felix poured all his energy into stoking the flames of her satisfaction. While he had previously been worried to apply too much pressure to her clit, he noticed how it had swelled throughout the course of their intimacy. Taking this to be a good sign, he rubbed his thumb methodically against the engorged nub, moving in time with the thrusts of his other fingers.

She grasped his shoulder for balance as her own movements became frantic, and he watched in awe as she quickly approached her peak. Suddenly, she threw her head back and moaned, and as he felt her walls pulsing around his fingers, he knew she must have reached it. He continued his ministrations until she had worked her way back down, at which point he finally withdrew his hand. She was still panting for breath, and the relaxed expression on her flushed face gave him a small boost of confidence.

She yanked him toward her, placing a fiery kiss on his lips. As she released him, he hardly had a moment to process what was going on; she laid back on the bed, leaving him sitting between her legs. He searched her eyes for an explanation, only to find a palpable hunger, the likes of which he had never seen. He gulped.

"Don't keep me waiting," she said, beckoning him toward her.

Although he was undoubtedly nervous, he moved as though propelled by some unseen force; as though his desire was the driving force behind his actions. Situating himself in front of her, he gently pushed into her, moving slowly as they adjusted to one another. His eyes slid closed and he sighed as he took a moment to savor this feeling of connection with her.

"Oh, Tammy..."

"You'd better not tease me this time," Tamora said.

Although her tone was lighthearted, he knew the hungry look in her eyes was no joke. Finally, he began to move, and a satisfied smile made its way onto her lips. It didn't take long for him to relax into an enjoyable rhythm, placing his hands on her hips for leverage. With every thrust, his horizons broadened, and he savored her gasps and moans as he pushed deeper.

"God, Felix," she gasped, crossing her legs behind him. "If you don't speed it up, I might kill you."

He couldn't help but chuckle at her threat. As a sergeant, she had always taken pride in displaying the utmost discipline and restraint; he had never seen her express such impatience. Nevertheless, he obliged, increasing his pace to one he hoped would satisfy her. It certainly escalated his own pleasure, and soon their moans were matched in volume as his thrusts became more desperate. He felt the familiar pulsing of her walls as she came; the rhythmic clenching around his member was too much for him to withstand, and he spilled into her just a moment later. They took a long moment to catch their breath before Felix removed himself from her and crawled up to kiss her.

"That was incredible," he sighed, gazing at her adoringly.

"Not too bad, if I say so myself," she replied. "This little 'Show and Tell' of yours wasn't nearly as awkward as I expected."

"Good," he said with a chuckle.

"Next time," she began, the implication that there would be a next time sending a tingle down his spine, "I get to tell you everything you can do with that mouth."

Every part of him flushed at her suggestion, but he couldn't lie—the thought certainly appealed to him.

"Sounds like a plan."

#hero's cuties #wir fanfiction #wreck it ralph #fix it felix jr #sgt calhoun #my fic #this has been mostly proofread?? let me know if there's anything egregious lol

[isabelguerra]

sure. fine. you want some. some wizard izjo literary text analysis? motifs? thats what youre getting. youre getting my themes and my motifs and my symbols and my metaphors. i am giving you my curtains, blue.

over the course of 6 years they kiss 2.5 times before acknowledging their feelings for each other to each other. and Every Single Kiss Represents Something. if u can guess some of the themes and symbolisms before i make the final post detailing everything ill give you a little prize. heres a hint: this scene is in johnnys pov

this got so long im splitting it up into multiple posts. (previous) (post 1- here) (post 2)

Kiss 1: Isabel -> Johnny. September 6th year, the midnight woods dare fiasco. isabels been stewing in her feelings for around a year now and is handling it about as well as you’d expect, which is horribly. so now its late she’s stressed she’s tired shes repressed she has something to prove and a dare to win. and here they are, alone together, having a very emotionally charged argument. an opportunity opens and isabel, not entirely thinking straight, takes it on impulse. then proceeds to feel absolutely horrible about it for the next two months. actually i dont even care anymore you know what im just going to post the whole damn thing. here. take it. dont look at me.

#fun fact: i wrote this in 2018 #THATS how long this has been stewing in my brain #do i main tag this. whatever if the imaaxes and the bullymagnets can do it so can i. self love etc amen #paranatural #replies #solarpraxus #wizard au #writing #also this isnt all of it theres more. but im holding onto that for now. you get the cliffhanger #i didnt even proofread this thing is deffo littered with shit id rewrite. but im not gonna bother with that now lol #izjo #cant add links atm bear with me #wizjo

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Roleswap au Shinya snippet <3

(Bc I forgot to post it and I don’t know whether or not it makes a difference that this is posted after that roleswap snippet I did a few days ago-)

General warning for blood and death.

—

A shadow.

A shadow on the wall.

A shadow on the wall, it’s outline painted red with blood.

Footsteps. Screaming. Silence.

A shadow. Mourning. Death…

Revenge.

Could you blame an innocent child for acting on an emotion?

When their upset turns to tantrums or cries, and things get broken or even hurt?

What if that emotion is rage? When the things that get broken are the lives of others, and the paintings on the walls are comprised of the blood drained in an act of revenge.

Would you blame them then?

A family, ripped from him in front of his eyes, his mother telling him to run as her blood spills onto the floors and her hands grow cold.

When all hope was lost, and he turned to those that vowed to protect them, that swore they would help- only for them to disappear and vanish… not being there in the moment they were needed.

What else is there to do, except take matters into your own hands? What else is there to feel, except from the desire to see the world that wronged you, burn?

Screams. Pleading. Begging.

As a child who’d lost his innocence tracked them down.

Torturous cries and silence.

As their blood flooded the halls, and that very same child left with no hint of remorse, but a sadistic glint in his eye.

Shinya Kamihara.

Edgeshot.

You may need to pray that you do no wrong to others, for a silver-haired assassin is known to be the last thing many see before death.

Be wary as you roam near the village by the mountain. You may not make it out alive.

Be wary as you trek through that forest. You will not hear their footsteps, they will not hear your screams.

A shadow on the wall, it’s outline is red with blood.

A corpse on the floor, a streak of silver and a flash of red…

A new outline, painted with your blood. Do not approach the shadow.

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:)

#bnha #eclair wrote something?! #edgeshot #kamihara shinya #roleswap au #eclair’s aus #hhhh I am tired and I am scheduling this bc I haven’t posted anything in a few days bc brain has been mush /lh #so pls enjoy this tiny bit of character backstory for roleswap Shinya- #which. idk if it really makes too much difference to the context of the way he acts #in the drabble thingy I wrote like last week #but ehhh here you go #it isn’t the best but I am going to sleep I’m not proofreading lol this is a few weeks old

[snakeswagbracket]

The final four matches of Round 2 are out! I got feedback that it would be helpful to label which snake is which, so going forward I'll include a little caption underneath the photos!

#snake swag bracket #sorry i haven't been labeling them up til now #it completely slipped my mind! #please feel free to nudge me if there's anything else i can do to make the polls easier to navigate #i try to look over things with a critical eye but my adhd ass has never been good at proofreading lol #the fact that you can't go back and edit posts with polls in them is such a pain

[apocalypticdemon]

oh my god i am so tired of writing lmao

#i have been editing papers since 3 PM. it has been 9 hours #i have 3 papers due tomorrow. #all im doing tomorrow is typing up papers and implementing those changes into my last drafts. #then im gonna let them sit for a bit. proofread. and turn them all in #i am so tired of reading my own writing send help #it wasnt even that much tbh. one 8 page paper. one 12 page paper. one 4 page paper. but i have to wrangle quotations and make them flow #and a lot of today was cutting text out bc id written too much #so like. what. 24 pages? that's like. one term paper. this is nothing #but oh my god editing all that shit into coherent drafts took ages. #im gonna crash now so i can actually spell words tomorrow lol but. i am so close to freedom. #this stuff is due at 5 PM. if i can get it done by then. ill be fine #godddd. tired.

[coconutdays]

seat taker

s. you have a crush on the smartest and sexiest guy in your lit class who happens to ride a motorcycle with spooky season around the corner. what ever might happen?

w.c. 10.6k

w. fem! reader, biker!geto! x reader , fluff!, smut! (its more so toward the end so u can read until it cuts off to that lol if u want)

a/n: based on this idea I posted about biker!geto from uni lol, I didn't really proofread so ill get to that sometime later after I shower and eat lol just wanted to get this out

"go sit next to him then."

you take a nervous gulp from your water bottle as you walk to your lit class. the effort was a bit clumsy considering you were using one hand to open and close it while the other held your phone, your friend on the other line.

"never, would I ever have the balls to do that. i may be confident but I am not as delusional as the caveman gym bro that took your seat so he could sit next to me in anthropology."

she laughs on the other end, a hysterical giggle at your backtalk.

"well then he's just gonna keep thinking you're creepy cause you stare."

you let out a haughty scoff, "as if I acknowledge his existence." a finger of yours goes up in the air, as if she could see you being a smartass about your discretion, "I never look at him. I only get in a glance or two when he asks the professor a question or when he raises his hand to answer a question."

"you're insane."

"unfixable." you sigh prettily and proudly before giving a more serious response to her first suggestion, "and it would be really awkward if I sat next to him either way. the class is packed and everyone has their assigned unassigned seats, the white haired guy that always sits next to him would probably push me off his seat if he ever saw me there."

"that is true. some girl did that to me in stats and I was like ??? have you not been sitting somewhere else this entire semester? pissed me off that I had to sit somewhere else and take someone's seat."

you're about five seconds away from your lecture hall door when you add to her complaint.

"right. and then that person looks at you funny cause you took their seat and then argh–its just a fucking domino effect." you turn around and take a step into the class, the sight before you bringing emphasis to the last words that you meant to finish off with, "fuck seat takers..."

"huh. what was that last part?"

your classroom is full. every one of the 200 seats are seemingly just taken. it's a sight you're not used to when you walk into class. normally, when you decide to go in, about half of the class is there, and you were starting to curse the fact that you gave yourself the luxury to finish the last of your reading for next week ahead of time. those ten minutes didn't seem like they'd make a difference, they sure do now...

with white haired guy sitting in YOUR seat.

its across the lecture hall from where he normally sits, next to Geto, who just so conveniently has an empty seat next to him, the only empty seat.

poker face, poker face, poker face.

it's all you repeat to yourself as you walk up the carpet steps to the row where Geto is sitting and try to continue the conversation with your friend.

there's no white noise, some people are typing away at their computers and others are chatting with the person next to them or near them, so it gives you room to explain yourself a little without being heard.

"everybody's already in class, and white haired guy is in my seat dude, and guess which seat isn't fucking taken." there's an edge to your voice, however it lays undetectable with your calm face.

"WAITTTTTTTT. AHAHA–"

you can feel your body heating up in nerves when you start walking between Geto's row, to the seat next to him.

"stop f/n. I am on the verge of committing a serious crime. I'm going to actually end up in handcuffs by the end of today. the–"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA." She keeps laughing at you as you force yourself to not care that you're pulling out and sinking into the chair next to Geto. If he acknowledged you, you wouldn't have known, his mere presence something you deleted from your mind in order to process the current events before you right now.

a high pitched and drawn out HA is the last of her laughs you hear before she speaks again, "I basically manifested this for you. you should be thanking me."

"fuck your manifesting. I'm not excited for this." you don't care to filter your voice into a whisper, it stays at its normal tone even though you're next to Geto because he didn't even know what the conversation was about anyway.

you balance your phone between your shoulder and cheek while you begin to take out your iPad and journal for class.

"ask him for a ride on his motorcycle after heh." she pokes at you and you feel like you can hear her poking out her tongue in malevolence.

even though you're slightly grumpy at your predicament, you manage to make a comment accompanied by a sigh, "with the way midterms are looking, id need a different kind of ride."

"you can ask him for that too~"

"shut up, you menace."

"hehe," she strikes evilly, "well, I'll leave you to your class with your boyfriend."

"no, stop, the class doesn't even–"

"bye!"

and she hung up on you, leaving you to flip mindlessly through your notebook while you try to ignore the presence of the hot hot hot piece of sexiness next to you.

suguru geto has been at the forefront of your mind for weeks now. you had always slightly admired him from afar, considering your actual seat in the lecture hall was across the room from him. he was undeniably attractive, with his long black always tied up in a bun and clean outfits. and his intelligence, he was always one to garner thoughtful debates in class in response to the professors teachings. his calmness towards everything was enough to make you swoon at the thought go him being that patient with you too.

and his stupid motorcycle, the thing that made it all click for you.

you had been walking to the library after class to meet with your classmate to work on an anthropology presentation when you caught a glimpse–stare–of him getting onto a motorcycle and pulling a helmet over his head before he quickly rode off to wherever he was going. for some reason, it really got your gears grinding and wishing you could just jump this man and do some truly desperate things.

he was all you thought about after. none of the other cute guys in your classes could hold a candle to the being that is suguru geto, renouncing you into a pining mess that looked forward to every lit class–even though you pretended you didn't care for him.

god, what even was the point in all of this if you weren't ever going to make a move? if he just SPOKE to you first maybe you could get some rizz in–

"you have pretty handwriting."

"I–what?"

you perk up like a deer in headlights at the sudden voice of Geto, wondering if you're the one he's speaking to.

and he is, he's spinning a pen between his fingers while he looks at you, slightly gesturing towards the journal in your hands, your cursive covering the pages of it.

"oh!" you're still caught off guard, doe eyes in the face of his sudden and scary, to you, comment, "thank you. can't even read it sometimes though, it's like trying to understand another language when I have to study what I write after."

he smiles slightly at your comment, a whisp of his dark hair swaying near his right eye, "I think it'd be cool to try and translate."

you resist the urge to curl into a ball and wish he would just look away from you, but you persevere, holding out your journal to him.

"be my guest." you say without hesitance

he sets his pen aside when he grabs it, immediately flipping through the pages and starting to skim through your notes, his eyes moving side to side as he does. you get a good view of him while he goes about trying to decipher your writings. he's wearing a black shirt today, it's not exactly tight, but not loose either. it gives you the perfect view of his arms bulging a bit, his biceps' size is an eye sore for you.

he's wearing these black stud earrings too, only visible because of the bun that he keeps his long hair. you wish you could see how long his hair actually was sometimes, he had never worn it down to class.

"looks like I'm more versed in your cursive than you are." he glances at you, a faint smile on his lips

your eyebrows raise a little and your eyes widen, "what? you can read it?"

he closes the journal and slides it to your spot on the very long lecture table. geto then leans over to your side a bit, close to your ear, and starts to point across the room to his white haired friend.

"see that idiot with the pitch black glasses?"

the question sends chills down your spine, the proximity making your heart race.

"y-yeah."

"silver spoon baby. learned cursive when he was four and it's basically incomprehensible unless you've been sharing notes with him since high school."

a laugh flows out of your lips, etching a smile on your face. your shoulder slightly bumps into his chest from it before you turn your head to directly face his.

"and I'm taking it that you're well versed in his cursive then too?"

he looks at you with a slight dreaminess in his eyes, his height still domineering over you even if you were both seated next to each other.

"have to be, would have failed lots of class projects if I didn't"

you take the opportunity to poke about the whereabouts of his friend in your seat now that he's been mentioned.

"and why's he sitting over there then?" you blink up at him for a response

at this, geto sinks back to his original position on his chair, face a million miles away from yours now as he goes back to fiddling with his pen.

"he's...trying to flirt with the girl he's talking to right now." he shakes his head a little, although there isn't much of a disappointed look in his face, it's more entertained. he was probably used to his friend's antics by now.

"ah. at least it looks like she's into it." you dispense the weight of your head onto the palm of your hand as you look at his friend with him, "could not have been me."

"what?"

you don't turn to look at him as you respond, "this Andrew Tate gym bro took my friend's seat to sit next to me in my anthropology class the other day. tried speaking to me like those guys who swear all you need is a computer to become a millionaire. worst ninety minutes of my life."

you hear a puff of a laugh from geto

"I can guarantee you Gojo has better skills than that. he's probably talking about his Halloween party for this weekend."

you flip your head to look at him suddenly, "he's that guy?"

every big party that everyone talked about on campus was always held by Gojo. they had numerous amounts of beers and liquor bottles. always the best music, the best hookup stories, the best snacks, everything. you hadn't put a face to the name until now, although it should've clicked when you found out Geto's name. his was always being paired with Gojo, as some would put it, two pretty best friends.

geto could see the gears turning in your head and his eyes creased a little at your realization in a smile, "yea, that's the guy."

you're a bit taken aback by his confirmation and turn to take another look at gojo before looking back at geto.

amused, geto speaks again, "by all means, go for it, he's–"

you quickly shake your head and stretch out both your hands to frantically do the same, "no, god, no. i'm not into him. it's just I didn't know that was him. I always hear good things about his parties."

geto nods, "he has an affinity for making sure everyone has a good time. you ever been to one?"

you shake your head, "never, haven't had the chance to or been invited."

"you should go to the Halloween one." geto suggests, gesturing his pen in your direction before going back to spinning it around his fingers, "you know where it is?"

you shake your head again, now completely facing his direction, the attention you were giving to his friend gone and now placed on him.

geto gestures towards your journal and reaches for it, "may I?"

you nod, curious at what he was going to do.

he flips the journal and opens the very last page, guaranteed to be blank and begins writing something on it.

when he pushes it back to your side of the table, you can see what he's written now, an address.

"that's where the frat house is."

you wiggle your eyebrows a little at him, "you in the frat too?"

geto laughs fully this time and shakes his head, "no. I have my own apartment. that's just gojo's thing."

you acknowledge him and look over the address written on your journal, "I'll think about it. have to wear my costume somewhere right?"

"what is it?" he tilts his head curiously, genuine interest in what you would choose to dress up as.

you try to bite back the smile at the knowledge you have of your costume and choose to leave it up in the air for him, tapping your journal on his shoulder.

"now that is something for you to find out if you see me at the party."

just how it's entailed in mean girls, you dress up slutty for gojo's halloween party. you wore a playboy bunny costume, close to one of the sluttier things you can wear, but it's rare recently for girls to wear as opposed to the trendy fairy and angel costumes lately.

although it isn't exactly halloween yet, its the first out of the two parties gojo was holding in honor of the holiday. next weekend there would be another one on the actual day, but you didn't know if you'd go that one yet, you were going to see what this one was all about though.

you brought your friend with you, hooking her up with the address geto provided you because she had been aching to go to one of gojo's parties too.

your eyes light up when you see geto's sleek black motorcycle parked near the garage as the both of you walk to the door.

"god, there's so many people inside." your friend all but screeches in excitement and you would too if it weren't for the nerves of impending doom that geto, your everything crush and classmate, was going to see you wearing this.

the chills that come from the thought make you rub your shoulders for heat as you walk inside and the blaring of the music becomes even more booming now that it isn't being shielded by the walls of the house.

"where do you think the drinks are?" you try to speak up, a trace of small worry at bumping into geto laced in your voice.

she raises her head up and looks around to see where she could spot the alcohol until she starts dragging you by the hand, "the kitchen is over here I think!"

she pushes the both of you past clusters of people, paving the way for her desire for vodka and it makes you bump into someone a bit roughly.

you try to voice out your apology quickly as she keeps dragging you along, looking back at who you just bumped into.

it's geto.

his eyes show mild surprise, not one for entirely showing his emotions, they're widened a bit and he looks a bit taken aback while his eyes rake up and down your body–still being dragged away. he's not wearing a costume, sporting a white t-shirt and jeans instead.

the words of apology you were going to utter fall off as you make eye contact and realize it was him you bumped into, he who just got an obvious look at your costume.

you're glad the speed of your friend makes the interaction short lived due to her lightning speed in suddenly bringing you to the kitchen, which is lined with beer and liquor of all kinds, every space of the spacious kitchen taken up by alcohol.

you hurriedly reach to serve yourself a cup of strawberry vodka, hoping that the first sip and those after might make your nerves dilute. when you turn around to talk to your friend, who's probably already served herself straight flavorless vodka, she's being flirted with by her anthropology club crush. she gives you a quick glance, a combination of 'oh my god oh my god' and 'sorry' being communicated to you.

you smile at her knowingly and point towards where everyone was dancing and talking, marking that that's where you would be while you left her to go as far as she wanted with the boy in front of her.

you're halfway through the crowd to make it to the patio when a voice is suddenly in your ear from behind.

"is it as cool as people say?"

you jump at the intrusion and cradle the cup of vodka to your chest and look at who just spoke to you.

it's geto, exactly behind you, his large frame towering over your body and leaned over so you could hear him.

you're stopped in your tracks and turn around to face him now, trying hard not to feel intimated by your basically half naked right in front of him.

"yeah!" you nod

geto turns his head a little from his spot at least a foot above you and leans down again, at level heads with you

"sorry, say that again." he looks at you earnestly, wanting to be able to properly hear your answer with the loud music echoing into your ears and his.

"I said yeah! I didn't know parties could be this packed!" you say, taking a nervous sip from your cup as you look at him

"what happened to your friend?" geto keeps his posture the way it is to keep talking to you

"the guy she likes started talking to her!" you exclaim past the loud blare of music.

"ah." he nods, taking a quick glance to the kitchen and spotting your friend smiling eagerly at the guy in a jason costume in front of her. "what are you going to do then?"

you blink cluelessly, haven't actually thought about until he asked you.

"dance!" you look around the room so he could look with you. bodies pressed against each other and bodies dancing by themselves all across the room.

geto smiles and straightens himself before reaching a hand out to you and gives you a look of 'wanna take it?'

you can't help the bashful smile that makes its way to your face as you hesitantly take his hand. he softly brings you closer to him, not as close as the other horny bodies in the room, but it's a little intimate and makes you feel intoxicated. he puts his other hand high on your waist, making sure to avoid the sluttiness beneath that line of your torso considering your outfit, and he starts to sway the both of you to the music. he holds you to himself with you hook an arm over his shoulder and use the other hand to hold your drink, singing along to the music with a toothy smile.

it was playful, the interaction with him, a fun setting between the both of you. the combination of that and the large heap of strawberry vodka you served yourself and managed to finish by the second song with him were the reason for your increasing comfortable nature with him. you were laughing and laying your head on his chest frequently through your endless bursts of energy and gasping breaths for relief.

he was smiling throughout the entirety of it, never getting too comfortable though, and keeping his hands where they had originally been.

"I just wanna be one of your girls tonight!" you sing at the top of your lungs.

geto lets go of one of the hands encircling you and instead reaches for one of the hands splayed across his shoulder and chest, caressing it with a thumb.

you tug at him a little with your other hand and he leans down to hear what you're about to say.

"wanna get drinks?" you ask, craving a sweet hard seltzer instead of another pour of vodka.

"you want something?" geto asks you back

"are there any strawberry drinks?" you blink up at him

geto looks like he's thinking for a second, trying to remember the usual drinks his best friend caters, before he nods, "yeah there are. want me to get you one?"

you nod eagerly at him and follow him to kitchen. he had taken a hold of your hand when he noticed you were going to accompany him, he didn't want you to struggle getting through all those people.

he had been bent over to look through a cooler on the floor before he stood up and held out a strawberry daiquiri to you, "here."

"thank you." you nod before you jump and sit on the countertop so you could rest and drink

you notice geto doesn't have a drink in his hand when he leans against the kitchen island in front of you.

"you didn't want a drink?"

geto shakes his head calmly, "gotta drive back."

"oh." you remember his motorcycle from earlier near the garage and strike another question so he doesn't know that you know he has a motorcycle. incredible logic.

"what kinda car do you have?"

"ah, not a car, a motorcycle." he smiles slightly, the answer was humble

"oh~"you drag out–as if it was new information to you–and continue drinking from your bottle.

"you have a ride back home though?" geto asks, crossing his arms over his chest so he could be more comfortable while listening to you.

"uhh," you reach for your phone and see a message from your friend asking if it was okay for her to go to McDonalds with her crush, "well I was going to uber with my friend, but she just had a change of plans."

"I can take you home." he offers genuinely, tilting his head in await for your answer.

"In your motorcycle?!" you blurt out

he starts laughing heartily at your answer and smirks at you when he speaks again, "never been on one?"

"no." you shake your head, a bit intimidated, "what if I fall. im literally naked im gonna get cut up by the road."

geto smiles at you, "that's a fair concern, but I'll give you my helmet and let you borrow my jacket, it's big, it should cover you up a bit no?"

although the alcohol leaves your brain empty, you think it over which involved nothing but staring at him in supposed 'thought' before you nod, "okay."

"can I give you my number? so you can send me your address?" geto asks, shuffling a little bit closer to you

"mhm." you hand your phone to him and watch as he types away into your phone before he hands it back to you. when you stare back at his contact name, suguru geto, it makes a dawn of realization wash over you.

"you don't know my name, rig–"

"y/n."

you do a double take at how fast he says it and his eyes crease at your reaction.

"what?"

"you get involved in the lectures a lot." he takes note for you

"oh." you sink back into yourself

"do you know mine?"

you shyly respond with a, "yea, you get involved a lot too..."

"good to know." he grins a little, watching as you take the last sip of your drink and gesturing back towards the dancing scene, "wanna go back?"

"yeah." you confirm softly, taking the hand he gives you so you can get off the countertop smoothly. and when your feet touch the ground, you yelp, "ow ow ow ow!"

the hour of pure dancing and jumping around had not been a good rival for your new and tall heels. they were a height you had walked before, but the shoes themselves were new and not worn in, causing a great deal of pain across your entire foot.

geto held you by just below your armpits, the worry he had seeping through in his widened eyes and his leaning over to see if he find out what was wrong with you.

"what's wrong?" he asks quickly

"the heels," you scrunch up your nose in pain and sigh, "they hurt like a bitch now that I got a bit of rest."

you can tell geto feels bad about your pain by the way he grimaces for you and plants you on the countertop again. he suddenly kneels down and begins to work at the clasps of your heels.

"you can borrow my shoes. that sound alright?" he looks up at you from where he's at, already sliding one of the heels from your feet.

you're quick to deny, "but what about you?"

"satoru and I are the same size, I can just ask him for a pair, he has a million."

you give in at his response, embarrassed, "okay."

"you want me to take you home now?" he lightheartedly smiles as he works on the other heel, "I think you can walk in my shoes, but dancing doesn't seem doable."

"well yea." you say dejectedly, a little frown etching itself on your face when he finally comes back up, his lips quirk up a little when he sees it

"wait for me here then." he says, putting your shoes next to you on the countertop before he walks off a little hurriedly to you assume gojo's room.

when geto walks you to his motorcycle, he takes your heels and puts them in the compartment box of it for you, then takes his helmet and immediately puts it on your head.

an 'oomf' leaves your mouth at the sudden weight of it and he looks a little amused as he starts working at the straps of it.

"there you go."

he smirks a little as he looks at the, very large in comparison to you, helmet, and picks up his jacket that he brought back from gojo's room to put on you.

"there we go" he sighs, almost like he's proud of himself and gets on the motorcycle, turning his torso a little to pat behind him for you to get on too.

when you get on and take in the feeling of sitting on a motorcycle for the first time, he's turned around and looking at his phone, pinching and zooming in on the route to your apartment.

"you actually live pretty close to me." he murmurs, noting what roads to take.

"yeah?" you yawn, laying your head on his back

"alright," geto says, starting up his motorcycle, revving it up a bit, "hug me tight okay?"

you nod sleepily and wrap your arms around him, brain so eased by the alcohol in your system that you don't overthink it, as if your sober self wouldn't be screaming and crying on the inside during this exact situation.

geto drives off at a decent pace, some part of you thinking that this might not be the speed he normally drives off and that he was taking it a bit slower just for you. you could feel him breathe in and out all throughout the ride, his chest and stomach were rising and falling underneath your touch. you fell half asleep on him halfway through it, managing to grasp onto him like a child with their stuffed animal, and unable to resist the heaviness of your eyelids.

you blink back to reality at the sudden stop of movement, the stilling air was no longer brushing past your skin and the noise of wheels screeching against the road was gone.

after geto helps you get his helmet off, he hangs it on one of the handles and takes your heels out of the compartment box.

"this is your place right?"

another yawn flutters past your mouth again and you hold out your pointer finger to say yes.

"alright." geto says, watching as you lead the way into and through your apartment and to your place. he had placed a ghost of his hand near your back in case you started to trip up from his shoes considering their size in comparison to your feet. the walk was quiet considering your focus on making it to your door and the overwhelming sleepiness dawning on you.

when you get to your door you slip off geto's shoes and them to him, taking your heels from him in return.

"thank you, geto." you hold try not to yawn again, doe eyes sleepily fluttering at him

"you can call me by my first name." he comments comfortingly, "and no problem. see you in class?"

"yeah." and this time you do yawn, again, before you open your door and walk inside, looking at him while you hold onto the frame.

"alright then." he looks down at you from across the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding onto his shoes, "get some rest okay?"

"okay." you almost murmur, your bed calling out to you.

you get to class at the time you usually do the following class meeting. the weather forecast had been a little chilly, so you opted for a cozy, off the shoulder sweater. it was fashionable and you had been dying to use it the moment you saw the weather forecast the night before.

you're scribbling notes onto your iPad this time, going over lecture notes from your earlier class that day. there were some things you forgot to add and that's what you always used this time for before class started. you see the class start filling in minute by minute out of your peripheral vision as you do this.

your habit of pretending to not care about suguru's presence is still existent, so all you can see for a fleeting second when you look into your backpack for a mint is that he is indeed sitting at his normal spot with gojo.

there was no chance to look at him that day in class, he hadn't spoken, which wasn't really rare, sometimes you wouldn't speak in class either. you, however, did speak in class that day, the module that the professor was teaching that day had piqued your interest a great amount and thus called for a great amount of your interaction with the lesson.

by the end of class, you were setting quick reminders on the notes you had taken of what was the most important before you started packing your bag to leave. the sound of feet and shuffling to leave the class a bit noisy, but it could let you make out the distant loud voice of gojo, probably talking to suguru.

"I have been on my best behavior. I do not know what you mean by that Suguru." "No no no that was a favor, look where it got you." "Oh you are such a wuss."

It was only a little appealing considering the fact that you couldn't hear what suguru was saying and the things that gojo was saying didn't let you get any clues as to what they were talking about. oh well.

you wanted to go home and start studying for a test tomorrow, so you started walking out of class, past suguru and gojo's line of view.

you heard a smack, like one of them had hit the other.

and gojo's voice, "idiot."

you were sitting at your desk, going over the last of your test review when you felt your phone buzz across the desk and picked it up

suguru

hey

y/n

hi

suguru

you wanna take satoru's seat next class?

y/n

he wants to flirt with mika again?

suguru

not rlly lol.

y/n

?????

suguru

I think it'd be cool to switch desk buddies every once in a while ;)

y/n

lmaooo. I won't tell mika if that's what you're scared of

suguru

haha, that's not rlly the case, but just take his seat

y/n

okay?

when you go to class again that same week, you hesitantly take gojo's seat. there was no follow up text from suguru after you said your okay and it was a little off putting. of course it had only been that night and the day after that he hadn't texted again, but it was a little weird, especially for it being the very first text conversation he strikes with you. the only thing that had been exchanged between either of you in your messages had been your address to him from gojo's party.

there were no notes for you to go over, there was no test or important knowledge that you had to use soon in any upcoming classes, so you were left to wait for the class to begin while you aimlessly scrolled through your phone and watched people come into class.

three minutes had passed before suguru and gojo were walking into class together. gojo was rubbing his friend's shoulder rather roughly, a fang filled smile on his face as he said something to him. suguru didn't seem to mind it, like many things, his eyes still had that warmth they always had, but it looked like he had said something back.

gojo playfully shoved suguru forward by the back before he laughed evilly and walked to your original seat, if you were right, you could see his bright blue eyes flick to you for a second behind his glasses before he smiled at the girl he flirted with last week.

you look up at suguru as he finally gets to the seat next to you.

"hey." he sighs with a smile as he plops into the seat.

"hey." you smile only halfway, a little tired from staying up to finish a homework the night before.

"sorry about the cryptic texts." he starts to apologize, moving his chair a little closer to yours, "satoru took my phone."

ah. that's why it seemed so out of character

"it's fine." you reassure, "they were a little off putting to read."

suguru scratches at the back of his neck, "I'm sorry about that. I meant to text after but I felt awkward."

"really? about?"

for the first time, you see him stumble on what to say, hesitance obvious when he opens and closes his mouth for a painfully slow second before he manages to respond, "to see if you were coming to the party on actual Halloween night this weekend."

"oh." your mouth opens in a little oh, oblivious to what he really wanted to say, "I'm not too sure. my friend that I went to the party with is spending it with that same guy she left with. so I don't have anyone to go with. plus I already used my costume."

"what's wrong with using the playboy bunny costume again?"

you eye him, disappointed, and lean over to flick his forehead, "i...am not an outfit repeater, suguru. the people who saw me at last week's party are going to remember me and say 'she's using the same costume again, what a loser'"

he gazes back at you as if you pat his head instead of just flicking it, warmth and a hint of mischief seeping into his stare, "you're right, you did catch a lot of attention."

"what?"

suguru leans back in his seat and answers, "you looked beautiful. it was hard to ignore."

"for who?"

"for me and every guy with eyes at the party."

he seems calm and confident when he says it, but his cheeks and ears start to get a slight pinkish hue as he awaits your response.

you try to keep looking at him, fighting the need to look away and wait for the professor to start class, your flustered face saying all too well what you're feeling, "what am I supposed to say to that?"

"you don't have to." suguru moves forward, positions his feet to face you as well as his face, and puts his elbow on the table, slanting his body onto it a little, "The president of gojo's frat asked for your name. He really liked you."

"Zenin?!"

"You like him?" he asks, with the tone of a guy who would try to set you up with the president if you said yes.

you shake your head, gaze looking down in embarrassment, "no no. it just caught me off guard..."

"if you like Toji it's fine," he tries to lower his head so he could catch your eye again, speaking earnestly yet something about it sounds like it's fake, it's weird, "he's like a dog, treat him well and he's loyal. although he can be brutally possessive, probably the type to leave hickeys on your legs if you're going to be with him and wear a costume like the one from the party."

"no, I don't like him. he's not my type." you answer meekly, having felt a bit of pressure from his boasts of the frat president.

"no?"

"no."

and before he can continue with his intense conversation again, you're saved by your professor, dramatically entering the class and bellowing for all of you to pay attention to him.

when your class ends, you try and succeed at scampering away from suguru before he can get a word out. as if she possessed magical powers, your friend called you the moment your professor ended the lesson. within the millisecond her name popped up on your phone, you grabbed at your phone at put it to your ear.

"hello?"

"hey hey! I have a question!"

you pay no mind to suguru as you haul your backpack over your shoulders and begin to walk out of class.

"what's up?"

"do you want the extra halloween costume I bought? levi is taking me to dinner on halloween for our date and I won't get to use it."

"the fembot costume?!"

you can almost makeout the banter between suguru and gojo a way's away behind you as you walk down the concrete steps of the building.

"yeah! you can go to gojo's party in it!" she beams, before her voice gains a bit of malice, "you can dance with motorcycle guy again~"

"go there by myself?" you groan, almost wanting to stomp your feet on the pavement beneath you

"lots of girls go by themselves to parties!"

"well I've never done that." you grumble

"aw come on. use the costume and go for me. pretty pleaseeeee."

"I'm going to give you a reason to be scared on halloween if this goes south for me. got it?"

it's cold when you get to gojo's party and you're beyond psyched out of your mind. from the unbelievably slutty costume that let everyone see your naked body in panties due to sheer babydoll material and the fear of coming across a very handsome suguru or toji zenin, who as handsome as he was might be able to seduce you, but you didn't want him like you did suguru.

you're more conscious of the stares now, due to suguru's previous comment and the fact that this costume was way more revealing.

on instinct you rush to the kitchen and get a strawberry daiquiri like the one suguru got for you exactly a week ago. you didn't want to get drunk tonight considering you came by yourself, so reaching for the strawberry vodka again was not within your list of options.

your eyes were on high alert as you pushed yourself through the countless bodies dancing, trying to remain unseen.

it doesn't give you cause to hide for some reason, considering he's suguru's friend, but you see satoru strut to the kitchen in a slutty firefighter costume. he was wearing the pants and boots, and nothing on top but a set of suspenders. classic.

however, you do a double take when you suguru geto wearing that same exact costume. you swear you feel your eye twitch in frustration when your eyes see his hair finally down, splayed across his back and chest, and get a peek of a tattoo tracing his spinal structure, bone for bone, going all the way up his back until it gets interrupted by his hair. his arms are practically calling to you when he fist bumps a toji zenin wearing a prisoner costume, they flex and bulge at the action. his abs are all perfectly prominent and–

he just made eye contact with you.

you hadn't gojo walk up to him and whisper something into his ear, probably that you were here.

fuck you satoru gojo.

suguru smiles immediately and turns to walk to you, leaving you to stay in place and not run away from him.

"you bought another costume?"

"no," you feel your chest heave at the sight of him, breath getting caught in your throat with his very shirtless self right in front of you. it makes you look off to a girl dancing behind him when you continue, "my friend gave me hers because she didn't end up dressing up."

"you want me to bring zenin?" he points a thumb behind him, towards the kitchen, face the definition of calm and suave.

you glare at him this time and take a sip of your daiquiri

"what? feeling shy?" he smiles down at you, if he weren't such a peaceful seeming person, you would have said it was condescending

"I'm not into zenin." a tinge of irritation already seeping into your voice.

"you sure?" he moves closer to you, your face right smack in front of his chest.

"yes." you jut your chin at him, done with his shenanigans

his lips twitch a little when he tugs your strawberry daiquiri out of your hands, grabs you by the neck, thumb close to your chin, and says, "open your mouth." he immediately starts to chug from your daiquiri and the thought of realization dawns on you of what he was about to do.

you open your mouth and he pushes his body closer to yours as he spits the drink into your mouth, his eyes solely on yours as he does it besides for when he briefly looks at something or someone behind you rather haughtily. he's still holding you and intently watching when you swallow it down immediately. that familiar happy crease of his eyes sketched itself across his face after.

you're heaving a little, star struck by the action the both of you just committed, "what was that suguru?"

"scaring off zenin. you don't want him right?"

his eyelids flutter a bit, something yours did whenever they were sleepy and it makes you search into his eyes more. your curiosity dying when you see the sudden red veins clouding the whites of his eyes. and you push him off.

"are you kidding me? you're high?"

"and drunk." he smiles, not minding your pushing him off and still inserting himself into your personal space again.

you try to speak and can't, solely out of irritation at the fact that he did that because of his intoxicated state. you bite your lip to stop yourself from overreacting and settle for shaking your head.

"you don't like guys who smoke?" he asks, genuine concern laced with his stupid crossed persona at the moment, "I tend to never smoke, but satoru passed me his joint when I was already at the 'whatever happens' point of a tequila bottle ."

"I really don't care about that in a guy, as long as he's not a musty constant weed user that can never cope with his life." you roll your eyes at him slightly, "but you just spit alcohol into my mouth because you're crossed as fuck."

"no." he scoffs, now entirely entranced in his conversation with you.

"yes."

"I spit alcohol into your mouth so zenin wouldn't come up to you."

the response makes you cross your arms over each other, "a simple 'hey she's not into you like that' would have sufficed."

"where's the fun in that?" its a serious question for him, you can tell by the way he patiently waits for your answer

irked, you look up at the ceiling while biting your cheek, trying to gather yourself again before you say, "sober up geto." and turning to walk away.

you made it your mission to stay hidden the entire party, having entered the deal with your best friend that if the night turned sour for you, she would come with her boy whatever to pick you up in his car

after their date.

which wasn't going to end until an hour or two.

the garage had stayed open to the enormous frat house, although there weren't any people in it. people had respected the space, leaving the miscellaneous in it untouched such as the two cars and...suguru's bike.

you eyed it from the rather comfy bean bag in the darkest corner of the garage, feeling a fight or flight instinct at the mere glimpse of it whenever you looked up from your phone.

it had been almost two hours since you last suguru and you were striving to keep the streak going on longer.

"told you I'm going home satoru." a wary and very sobered up voice says when they open the door to the garage, "I drank enough water, I'm sober."

it's suguru.

there is no stagger in his step and his posture is refined as he walks to lean again the trunk of the car furthest from you and closest to his bike. you remain hidden due to the cars covering you from his line of sight as well as the sheer darkness of the corner.

he's wearing a shirt now, another black one, and he rakes his hands across face when he gives a defeated sigh. you hoped he wouldn't notice you.

this was your Friday the 13th movie for sure.

suguru pulls outs his phone from one of the spacious pockets of his fireman pants and he starts to type away immediately. there's a slight buzz from your phone seconds within the action.

suguru

are you still here?

I'm sobered up now.

he shoves his phone back in his pocket after. and you watch as he stays where he is, crossing his arms across his chest while he waits a good five minutes for you to respond, which you don't do. he gets his phone out again after and taps something randomly before he puts his phone up to his ear.

buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz

the strong buzzing of your phone on your thigh make a ricochet that gets's fine tuned ears pick up quickly.

"y/n?" he's shining his phone's flashlight on you, squinting his eyes just a little to try and make you out.

nervous, you mutter, "what."

suguru turns the light off and sighs, walking to your corner, his eyes already getting adjusted to the darkness.

"why didn't you answer me?"

"do you really not know the answer?"

"you're right." he sinks down in front of you, sitting down on the floor and brushing a stressed hand through his hair. his legs are stretched out and basically manspread even though he's not on a chair.

"satoru didn't text you to switch seats with him because he wanted to flirt with mika" he comes forth, both of his hands laying across his knees.

you're confused, "but–"

"it was a wild attempt of his to help me talk to you again." and he laughs, a burst of energy randomly gracing the intense air. suguru raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck while his chest and stomach ricochet and his teeth peek out from his mouth.

"truth is, I really like you." he's still smiling.

the declaration makes you stare blankly at him and a million goosebumps rise across your entire body.

"if you don't feel the same in that regard it's fine of course." he reassures, back to his normal calm self, "I just thought it would help explain my behavior."

"since when?" you peep

"our first class meeting," suguru seems a little bashful at the confession

"I have for a couple of weeks now too." you meekly profess

suguru seems genuinely surprised, his eyes widening, "you have?"

"why do you sound so surprised?" your brows knit.

"it felt like you didn't know I existed until last week." he grins followed by a small huff of humor

"oh...that," you trail off, embarrassed, "I thought pretending you didn't exist was the best way for you to not know I had a thing for you..."

"satoru is far smarter than me in that aspect." he says, "he insisted that you were doing that when I told him."

you giggle a little, "he read me like a book."

suguru hangs his head for a second and groans, still joyful, before he whips his head up and gazes at you, "I apologize for having never gathered the courage to approach you before. I have Satoru to thank for even getting me here with you in the first place."

"it's fine." you shrug, pulling at your own fingers, "we're here now aren't we?"

"we are." he agrees before leaning over. suguru grabs one of your hands and brings it to his lips, placing a soft kiss onto it while his eyes never leave your own.

"want to go back to the party?" you muster past your nerves, focus solely on the warmth of his hand still holding onto yours.

suguru shakes his head lightly, "I'm enjoying it being just the two of us right now. do you want to?"

"no, I like it here too."

theres a moment of silence, where both of you stare at the hands that the both of you have connected until a strong breeze passes and flutters the thin material of your babydoll up and makes you shiver strongly.

"let me." suguru says as he hastily gets up and gets his leather jacket that's hanging from his motorcycle, then brings it back to you, helping you tuck your arms into the sleeves and get comfortable in it.

he's above you when he does it and you can see the small glances he tries to avoid giving your body, especially at the sparkly pink thong peeking through the see through material of your costume. suguru is making sure his jacket is on your properly when you call out to him suddenly.

"suguru."

he doesn't get the chance to respond when he looks back up at you and you pull him in by the material of his shirt to kiss him.

he reciprocates within seconds, after the surprise wears off and places a hand on your thigh, the other next to your head and grabbing at the beanbag. his lips are soft and have no remnants of alcohol on them, a smooth flavor of his skin and flesh meeting your tastebuds when he dips his tongue into your mouth. it elicits a groan from him when you whimper at the contact.

he pushes as much as he can into your space without falling and you follow suit, trying to lift yourself as much as possible off the beanbag to meet him.

a particular whimper has suguru pulling away from you and pulling you up by the arm so he can maneuver you to sit on the trunk of the car next to you. when he plops you down onto it, he slots his torso between your thighs and pulls you for an even deeper kiss. his hands have a strong grip on your thighs as he keeps you against him and you can feel the distinctly large throbbing of something against your panties through his pants.

"are–mmmm–you hard?" you ask through kisses

suguru can't help the grind of his bulge against your core when he answers and keeps kissing you, giving small nips to your lips, "yes."

your eyes are closed into the kiss when your hands navigate to the waistband of his pants, about to reach for–

"not here." suguru mutters and keeps both of your wrists clamped under one of his large hands.

you pull yourself away from his lips and heave, a pout of sexual frustration illustrated on your eyes and lips. "okay."

he raises a hand to caress your cheek as he smiles fondly, "what?"

"nothing."you look away for a quick second, leaning in to kiss him again after.

suguru stops you before you do though, clamping one of his hands against your mouth while the other holds the back of your head.

he's smiling even wider this time, "now what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you touch me before I get to touch you?"

you slouch in his hold, too upset by the fact that you couldn't touch him or go back to kissing him to care about his words.

"you know, even satoru couldn't keep his eyes off of you in this little costume of yours." he looks down for a second so you could too, "god knows what toji was thinking. I saw the tent in his pants when you took my spit and booze like a good girl."

suguru sees the way you shift your hips for a smidge of relief at his words. "are you my good girl?" he leans his forehead across yours, hand still on your mouth. you try your best to let out a muffled 'mhm' and incessantly nod your head, eyes pleading and hands gripping onto his shirt.

"are you going to answer the phone when I text you next time?"

you give him the same answer again.

"god." he warily eyes you, gaze wandering towards the outline of your breasts and the rest that wasn't covered by your thong, "you're so beautiful."

the hand at the back of your neck trails down and moves some hair away from your shoulder, then ends up holding you by your lower back as suguru leans down and starts to mouth at your neck. he starts off small with his intentions, simply placing soft and subtle kisses, eliciting a ticklish response from you until his lips become searing and he goes in with the intent of leaving hickeys on you, it makes you squirm and suguru lets you, it's not like you can break away from his touch anyway. you use your legs to keep him caged in and closer to you eventually after the third 'pop' you heard coming from his mouth on your skin, it makes him audibly laugh for a second too.

you tug at the hand on your mouth, expecting for the task to be hard considering his build, but suguru lets his hand fall away easily and hold onto your thigh.

"what are you thinking pretty?" he asks mindlessly before going for the opposite side of your neck

"mmmm–about how good–mm–this feels."

"yeah?"

"mhm"

"tell me what you want to do. do you want me to drop you off at your place after this?" he blows on your most recent hickey and smirks when he sees you jump a little, "do you want me to get you food?"

"I want–ah!" suguru bites into your neck fairly hard, enough to make you moan and yelp at the same time, "I want to spend the rest of the night with you at my place. can we watch a scary movie?" the suggestion is simple and it isn't to hook up with him, although that's what you want more than ever now, but you don't want him to think you're that desperate so its what you settle for.

"couldn't imagine a better halloween than that." he smiles

you're under suguru, on your bed later that night, the movie you had been watching was long forgotten and the t.v. was turned off the second things started to get out of hand. it wasn't his fault no, suguru's a gentleman and when you said you just wanted to watch a movie, he was just going to watch the movie with you. you were the instigator. after you had been cuddled into his arms, near his neck, you decided to place a few loving kisses...that eventually turned into what this was with suguru getting up to take off and throw away his shirt while you hastily yanked off the long gloves of your costume.

he was needy, grinding his hips into yours the moment he came back down to kiss you.

"you have no idea how fucking bad I've been wanting you." he mutters, hissing when a particular rub pleases him the right way

it makes your back arch, "I think I do suguru."

"really?" he groans into your mouth, "you touch yourself to me like I do for you?"

"yeah." you sigh, clinging onto him even more, splaying your hand across the soft skin of his back.

"move your panties to the side."

when he feels your hand move down and follow his directions, suguru moves his down too and slides a finger across your soaked folds.

"fuck, this pussy is so wet for me. were you even trying to pay attention to the movie?"

"yes, I was." you complain, and whimper when he starts rubbing circles across your lower lips, gathering your slick for added stimulation after every rub.

he separates himself from kissing you to look down at his ministrations, mouth opening in a soundless moan at the sight.

"listen to this sloppy fucking pussy." he rubs faster and you start to jerk your hips up by natural defiance at the stimulation, but he holds you down "no, let me touch you baby." he says sternly

your breathing starts to pick up and you feel that familiar knot that only you can give yourself starting to build up in your stomach and suguru notices, looking up to smile at you.

"are you close angel?"

concentrated on the feeling, all you can do is nod your head and he speeds up his pace at it, garnering close to wanton moans from you and screech like whines.

"come on come on, cum for me pretty girl, cum cum cum cum–fuck, atta girl." suguru talks you through it, mouth opening in awe at the sight of your body going limp and your breathing slowing down, his cock even twitches at how cute it is that your legs kick a little when you cum too, he thinks he'll be able to keep them still when he gets make you cum on his cock.

you start to hiss at the overstimulation when he keeps rubbing your clit after your high, "'s too much suguru."

he doesn't stop, "you want to stop now then?"

the shake of your head makes his eyes light up and bite his lip with a grin, "then just let me keep going."

it takes all of your strength to lean up with one of your elbows and grab his wrist with the other, obvious strain written across your features when you huff, "I want you inside me."

like he knew that was what you wanted, suguru's grin grows wider, "are you sure?"

you nod your head in confirmation, followed by suguru saying, "so cute." before he gets up and pushes his pants and boxers down in one swift motion and climbs on top of you, manhandling your legs by pinning them to either side of your head into a mating press.

he lets his cock teasingly rub up and down your folds while he leans down to nip at your ears, "let's leave your little costume on yeah?"

you nod and make a face when his tip catches on your entrance

suguru lifts his hips at your confirmation and pushes his tip in, savoring the way you're beginning to invite him inside you.

" 's so big sugu." you whimper in shock at the larger than expected intrusion

"never taken a cock this big?" he pulls out and pushes in again a little deeper

"no." you rake your hands down his arms

suguru laughs, "good thing I'm here to provide then right? see, look at you creaming around me already."

the words make you look down at where you both meet and when he pulls out again, you can see the ring and slick on his dick, it makes you shiver.

"I'll–make–this–little-fucking–pussy-take–me." he punctuates each and every one of his words with a thrust that pushes himself deeper and deeper inside you until you can fully feel his tip grazing your cervix and every vein on his dick ridging against your walls from how girthy he is.

every sound that comes out of your mouth after is incoherent when suguru starts to punishingly pummel into you and god does he keep talking to you.

"you look so pretty taking this dick baby. god, you sound even cuter than I imagined. you like getting stretched out like this? fuck, take it take it take it. wish I could make you sit on it, you'd look so cute trying to ride me."

it's all so much, especially when every thrust is accompanied by a moan or groan of his or with a sentence.

"couldn't fucking wait to get home after the party last week too. wanted to rip off that costume and fuck you till you couldn't even scream. and when you wear those skirts with pantyhose to class?" suguru groans, "all–I–can–think–about–is–bending–you–over–and–stuffing–this–pussy–with–my–cum."

"suguru!" you squeal, "im–I'm gonna cum!"

suguru tightens his hold on your thighs at the admission and starts jackhammering into you, "cum around me baby. let me fuck you through it." it almost sounds like he's starting to beg, "just cum for me, cum for me, cum–"

a silent scream leaves your mouth and you trash in suguru's hold while he keeps his furious pace.

"so pretty, angel." his eyebrows knit as he watches you orgasm and feels you clamp down on him. it has his peak lurching across his body and his thrusts grow erratic as he starts spurting his cum into you.

he leans down to kiss you as his cock twitches inside of you, leaking his cum into you each time.

at the end of the kiss, the both of you are heaving against each other, smiles on both of your faces until you erupt into laughter and giggles.

suguru is still inside you and places a loving kiss on your forehead, swiping away your sweaty baby hair, "you're cute when you cum. you kick your legs a little, I like it."

the confession has you trying to shy away and suguru laughs again, caressing your head, "why are you shying away? you wore this costume for everyone to see just a couple hours ago."

"well this is you telling me you think the way I cum is cute, its quite different than guys looking at my thong." you shakily grab onto his shoulders

"I suppose so." suguru nuzzles into your neck, "do you have a bath?"

"yeah."

"let me start one for us then." he pulls out and both of you look down at your lonely entrance until his cum starts to leak out. suguru seems entranced and you can see his cheeks start to gain a red hue accompanied by the blood starting to rush to his cock too.

suguru looks back at you the moment you do too. you reach a hand out to him and he crawls back on top of you.

"we can do that later right?"

"right."

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𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇[𝐞𝐫]!! | t. fushiguro + s. ryōmen

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Next time, look around the area before you say you find a serial killer attractive. Because you’re about to see what mess your words will have you end up in — and your clothes all torn up.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: serial killers! Toji + Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! - age gap (the reader is in their early 20s) - porn with plot - oral (f! + m! receiving) - threesome - double penetration; anal (first time) & vaginal - restricted movement (hands tied up) - face-sitting - cowgirl dp positions - gun + knife play - choking - spanking - unprotected sex - overstimulation - degradation (brat, broad, slut, whore) - pet names (baby, dollface, good girl, pet, princess) - blackmail/threats - the reader is in an established relationship w/ Nanami - mentions of blood, tears, spit, and drool.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.6k (told you, porn with plot, lol)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: uhhhh happy Friday the 13th, everybody???? blame @ramonathinks for this idea (jk, don't, she's so amazing, ty for pushing me into this, mona bear ♡ and tysm for beta reading; your thoughts mean the world). Haven't done a fic in two months sooooo go easy on me!! Not proofread, so I'll fix stuff l8rrrr

“No.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n! Just answer the question!”

“You’re so fucking sick, you know that!?” You glare at your friend, who slumps on the booth chair with a heavy sigh. 

A slight breeze tickles your skin through your comfortable sweatshirts as the leaves on the trees slowly change to autumnal colors, and Halloween decor is already adorning every house and every yard. It was a warm and sunny afternoon on this pleasant Friday. Usually, you’d be cozied up in your apartment enjoying yourself, probably catching up on some horror flicks you missed last year. 

But alas, that was not the case. Because you’re a college student. As October has finally rolled around, only one thing prevents you from enjoying this beautiful season — midterms. The thought of it is enough to pull you into a pool of dread. Every day has been one whirlwind after another. Yet, on the bright side, all you have now is one last exam to worry about, and you’ll finally be able to rest this weekend. So here you are, at the diner with your best friend, Shoko Ieiri, completing your papers while eating off your plates to satiate the stress. For the most part, things were going smoothly.

Until the news anchor on the television at the bar relays an announcement… 

“…Once again, everyone, please be on the lookout for these two killers on the loose. Three weeks ago, the two recently escaped from their cells, killed three guards, and are still at large. There have been accounts around the state that reported recent sightings of either or both criminals, the recent one being in this county 27 hours ago. So, please, stay safe. The killers are identified to be…”

And Shoko, being the curious person she is, asks you a question that stops your fingers from typing on your laptop: “Do you find those killers hot?” 

That’s how you two end up where you are now, groaning at the brunette’s persistence in getting your approval to find two criminals — murderers, even! — attractive. 

“Hey, Y/n, I know you hear me.” Shoko snaps their fingers at you while you try to get the assignment done. “Just answer the question: don’t you think those guys are hot.”

“We didn’t come all this way for you to talk about your hybristophilia fantasies.” Facing the Word document, you remind your friend why you’re here in the first place. “Just get back to writing; I wanna finish this and get home.” There’s nothing said afterward for a few seconds, thinking she has finally given up.

However, “First of all,” your eyes close to conceal them rolling behind the lids. “I’m not into hybristophilia; I just know a hot guy when I see one. Second, look at their mugshots. Like, damn, you’ve ever seen anyone so intimidatingly good-looking before? Come on, have a look!”

“You’re such a weirdo,” the click-clacking of your fingertips tapping your keyboard fills the rest of your answer. 

Still, she persists. “Y/n, look at the phoooone~”

No words, only tapping keys.

“Y/n?”

The keys become louder. 

“Pretty, pretty, pleaseeeee~?” 

Louder.

“Y/n!!”

A fist bangs on the booth table as the other closes the laptop shut, sending another glare to the person across from you who holds the phone up. You’ve had it at this point, so you say with a steady breath, “If I look at the dumb mugshots and answer your dumb question, will your dumbass leave me alone and finish your work?” The brunette only puts the phone on the table and slides it your way, giving you big doe eyes and whimpers like a hurt puppy. You sigh with your nostrils as you snatch the phone up, your gaze stationed on the images presented.

The image displayed two mugshots: on the left was a man with raven hair and a scar on the left of his lip. Intense, forest-green orbs contrast the black strands that cover his forehead. The mugshot letter board below him is labeled as "Toji Fushiguro." The one on the right is another man with spiky salmon-colored hair pushed upfront with prominent black tattoos decorating his nose, cheeks, and forehead. The board named him as “Sukuna Ryōmen.”

You look at the pictures intently, examining the men’s features at your discretion. It didn’t occur to you how long you were gawking at the mugshots until you peered from the phone to see Shoko give you the biggest shit-eating grin. Shaking your head, you chew the inside of your cheek before responding.

“….Well,” you cough. “…they’re not terrible looking at all. They are…..hot.”

“Told you!” Shoko slams the table with high enthusiasm, earning another sigh from you as she snatches the phone back. “Would you fuck them?”

You almost popped a vein. What the fuck—“is wrong with you!?” 

“It’s just a question, geez.” She holds her hands up defensively. “Or is that too lewd and raunchy to ask the partner of the trusting, charismatic “Golden Boy” SGA president, Kento Nanami?”

You choke on your spit before you can say anything, and your cheeks dial in warmth. “S-Shut up! Don’t bring my love life into whatever deviant horny thoughts you’re thinking!”

“I’m sorry, I’m boreeeeeeed. I don’t wanna do this paper, ugh.” The brunette whines and bangs their forehead on the table surface; your eyes roll for the fifteenth time in the past three hours. “…Maybe I should get some dick after this.”

“For fuck’s sake, I’m going to use the restroom.” 

You exit the dining booth when they give you a muffled response of anguish, straightening yourself and heading for the back of the diner. As you walked away, you noticed a pair of hooded figures sitting at the booth behind you. Realization kicks in, and you groan internally. Oh, God, they probably heard what we were talking about! But what caught your mind next was that one of them had a black mark on the bridge of their nose. Huh, what an odd tattoo…

After using the toilet, you wash your hands at the sink, but your mind is still fixated on that weird tattoo. Who would get such a thing on their face? Wouldn’t that hurt? I wonder if that’s the only tatt— And then It clicked, you quickly turn off the faucet and dry your hands, exit the rest restroom, and run to your booth. Shoko was begrudgingly typing away on their laptop until she saw you return in a hurry. 

“Hey, you okay?” She asks you, but you aren’t looking at them. Your face contoured to a confused expression as you stared at the booth behind the one you were sitting in, now empty. 

“Did…..The two people who sat behind us, did you see them?” 

“Hmm? No, I didn’t. Must’ve left while my head was on the table.”

“Uh huh…” you say nothing more as you slowly sit back in front of your laptop. Your mind is now clouded with confusing thoughts, questioning your experience up until now. It could be a coincidence, quite far out at that. Regardless, you could’ve sworn you saw that tattoo on the Sukuna guy that Shoko showed you. It was such an uncommon decor, especially since you just saw it on the face of a criminal. Not to mention, the news anchor earlier stated that those two killers were in this exact county…

Needless to say, you didn’t touch your keyboard for about twenty minutes. Your mind was too wrapped up elsewhere to think clearly about your school assignment, and your body harbored a disturbing chill worse than the soft autumn winds.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…So, why are you researching about the loose killers again?”

“Hm? Oh,” you stop typing on the laptop to attend to the phone call you’re on. Exiting your bedroom, you walk to the living room. “No reason, I was just curious. I saw something about them on the news at the diner with Shoko.”

The person on the other side of the line hums. “You should be careful about stuff like that.”

“Yeah, I know, Kenty,” you open the sliding door to your balcony and close it behind you before taking a seat on the cream-colored swing chair.

“I’m very serious, Y/n.” It was none other than Kento Nanami who was speaking with you. The trustworthy “Golden Boy” of your class year, the circumspect president of the Student Government Association… your loving and attentive boyfriend.

"I know you are."

"And those guys aren't just any usual criminals. They're notorious killers who barge into people's homes at night to steal valuable things. Maybe even kill their victims in their sleep if they have the time. So, be very careful, okay? Can’t trust these streets at night, especially now with those guys on the run. So, don’t go anywhere alone, always have your pepper spray on you, and be sure everything is locked — doors, windows, everything.”

A deep sigh leaves your lips. “Yeah, I double-checked all the locks once I got inside.” 

No one says a word; the rustling of the trees and the beeping of cars from the traffic at the light substitute this awkward silence. Until Nanami says, “….You scared?”

You don’t answer immediately, your mind flashing back to the bewildering encounter at the diner earlier today. Those two hooded men, one with a black tattoo on his face. It felt too surreal to feel like a coincidence, yet it wasn’t too far out of your mind to think as such. The timing was strange, with the news reporter and your conversation with Shoko. The thought of two murderers nonchalantly being in the same space as you rub you off in the worst way imaginable. “…Kinda, yeah. A bit spooked.”

“You want me to come up there and spend the night?”

“No, no! You don’t have to do that,” you hurriedly decline his proposal. “I know you’re busy with homework and student government stuff. I wouldn’t want you moving around so much; I’d feel bad.”

You hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone, and your heart swoons at the sound. “Don’t feel bad; you could never be a burden to me, especially when your safety is my top priority.” Another skip of the beat; it’ll never fail to amaze you how sweet he is with his words.

“Thank you, Kenty. But still, I know you’ve got a lot on your hands. You don’t have to see me right this moment. Besides, isn’t Haibara supposedly dragging you to some party at Geto’s?” Nanami is silent for a few seconds before he groans; a smile creeps up on your face at his reaction.

“Unfortunately, yes. I have to leave to pick him up, and then we can go…But I can cancel and come o—“

“Absolutely not.” You’re quick to interject. “You’ve been so high and on edge with your exams. This is the first party after midterm week. And I can bet my left toe that Gojo — cause you know he’ll be there if Geto is — will be upset you couldn’t make it.”

“…….Which one?”

“Excuse me?”

“You have five toes on your left foot, so which one—“

“Kento.” He chuckles once more for your ears to hear at the use of his real name. “Have fun, okay?”

Nanami hums. “I’ll try. I’ll come by your place Sunday. Sounds good?”

“Perfect. Take some pics for me. Love you!”

Your boyfriend bids you farewell before ending the call, already missing his voice. A yawn creeps out from you, a sign that you are indeed fatigued and need rest. Leaving the balcony, you close the door and do a final check at your door. Confirmed that it’s locked and secured, you turn off the living room lights and head back to your bedroom to get some shut-eye. 

You shut off and close your laptop on your desk before turning off the lights. Then, you lift the comforter and finally enter the chilly embrace of your bedsheets.  Usually, you’d scroll on your phone for a little bit until you get drowsy enough to fall asleep. Yet — it could be because of the exam you were doing at the diner — you felt way more exhausted than usual and wanted to sleep right away. And you did just that: closed your eyes, listened to the calming rhythm of your breaths, and soon drifted into an anticipated slumber.

….Three Hours Later….

The next time you open your eyes, you’re not in the room you left yourself in — let alone the bed. 

Instead, you find yourself somewhere cold and dark. Your bed is nowhere in sight, just a lone chair facing you. There are no windows, no desks, just you and this chair with a sole overhead light that almost blinds you when you slowly get up. 

The change of scenery throws you off as one thought after another picks up the pace of confusion. Where am I? What is this place? This has to be a sick dream of mine…Wait a minute. You look down to find your pajamas are shriveled and torn up, pieces of the material scattered all over where you’re lying on the cold floor. Also, what the fuck!? You can’t seem to move your hands and feet, noticing that there’s some rope restricting your limbs from moving freely from one another. No matter how hard you try, squirming does little to no help, yet it confirms that this is not a dream.

What the absolute fuck is going on right now!? It was an appropriate question for this perplexing situation, not knowing where to pick up from to start picking clues as to why you’re here. Better yet, who brought you here?

“Ah, look who’s awake.”

You turn to the sound of a door opening and closing; the direction it came from makes it hard to register the distance of whoever was speaking to you. However, that doesn’t matter because you can hear footsteps approaching you and a figure stepping into the light. And when the face finally comes to your field of vision, your blood shifts into an immediate icy cold.

Standing to you by the chair was a man in a tight black shirt that exhibited his muscular arms and physique way too perfectly, harboring dark and baggy pants. But those weren’t the features that had your breath hitch. No, no. The man before you had raven hair with the length stopped to his ears and strands that covered his brows. They did not even try concealing the striking green eyes that looked straight at you. And the familiar scar at the right of his lip put everything together for you — the mugshot that Shoko showed me, the inmate that escaped prison…!

Toji Fushiguro, in the flesh, takes a seat on the chair with his legs spread while putting on black gloves. He notices your look of realization and smirks; you don’t like how his scar is rooted up with the motion. “Y’re a pretty heavy sleeper, ya know that. But I guess that made bringing you here a lil’ simple.” 

A tiny bit of confidence prompts you to speak with the man. “Whe–Where am I?”

“C’mon now, little girl,” your stomach churns when he scoffs at you. He brings up a hand to help him as he cracks his neck. God, why is he so jacked!!? “Y’re supposed to be smart, right? You know that’s the wrong question to ask me.” 

Okay then, think, Y/n, think… ”…Why did you kidnap me? Is it for money? Because I don’t have much—“ The palm of Toji’s hand faces you to halt you from speaking more, making your nervousness dwell even further. 

“For one, you should really consider locking your balcony door when y’re done using it.” There are not enough words to describe the mental facepalm you gave yourself. “If we wanted to run y’r pockets, we woulda done so earlier.” He casually admits to you. “But that’s not why we brought ya here, so he’ll explain it to ya.”

He? Wait, wait, we??

The other mugshot hits you like a flash before you hear the door open and close again. Of course, Toji isn’t the only one on the run right now. There was another guy with salmon-colored hair and tattoos. The other figure, now wearing a black tank tee and ripped black jeans, came from behind Toji. Your stomach drops to the floor when your eyes land on the prominent black tattoo on his nose — now seeing that he has way more on his face, shoulders, arms, and wrists. The scene from the diner replays until your brain can’t keep up. It was him, no doubt about it.

“Well, well. Did the sleeping beauty finally get their rest?” Sukuna Ryōmen, looks just as [if not more] dangerous as Toji. He stuffs his hand into the back of his jeans pocket. “Listen here, I’ll be asking you some questions, and I expect nothing but honest answers. Got that?” 

You don’t know what possessed you to ask the question. You being scared shitless right now should’ve prevented you from doing so. And yet, you ask, “And if I don’t?”

It happened way too fast; your eyes couldn’t even process it happening. But one moment, the salmon-haired criminal was standing in front of you beside Toji. The next, you feel someone crouched behind you with the cold feeling of something barely piercing your skin. Your eyes widen, and you don’t dare move a single hair. Toji shakes his head at you, the smirk on his face still present. Now you can guess who had fun cutting up your PJs.

“I don’t think you wanna know the answer to that question.” He says it so close to your ear that you could’ve nearly fainted. Sukuna then moves the knife to scrape the side of your neck. “And don’t you ever think you’re in a position to ask me questions. Use that college brain of yours, brat.” 

You gulp — a risky move when you have a sharp object to your neck — and nod. Satisfied, the pink-haired man removes the knife from your proximity and stands right up. “At least you follow things quickly.” He says while walking back to where he stood prior. “Now, question one: do you know a kid named Kento Nanami?” 

The mention of your boyfriend’s name hits you like whiplash. Kento? What do they want with him!?

“…Yes, I do.”

“Good. Next question,” You chew the inside of your lip before he asks you the following. “Where does he live?”

Your body almost shuts down when he says the final word. No. No, no, no! Absolutely not! “I can’t tell you that.”

“Tch, just when you were doin’ so good.” Sukuna sucks his teeth. “And why the hell not?”

“Because I don’t want you hurting him.”

He barks a laugh. “You don’t even know what we’ll do to him! Damn, talk about a loyal dog.” 

The insult sparked a flame in you. It was a small one, but a flame nonetheless. “Why the hell do you want to know anyway? It’s not like he knows you any—Hrckk!”

“What the hell did I say about you asking questions, huh.” A hurried hand meets your throat, black nails digging into your skin as his grip gets unbearably tight. You attempt to keep a stern face despite choking for some air, but you’d be lying that the pain wasn’t getting to your head.

“Alright, Kuna, let ‘em go.” You almost forgot about Toji sitting on the chair until he spoke up. With a displeased click of the tongue, Sukuna releases you and throws you to the cold, hard floor. “For your information, princess, that kid does know us.”

You’re coughing up a storm, but you still listen. Your eyes are watery, and your throat pulses. “Hic…Ack, what—What are you talking about?”

Toji continues. “That little friend of y’rs is the reason why we were behind bars for three years. Fuckin’ kid saw us break into a house in his neighborhood and called the cops on us. For the longest time, we’ve thought about getting out of those damn cells and coming back to rip that lil’ fucker limb from limb. Maybe ransack his whole home and then some.” 

“And now that we are out here,” Sukuna chimes in. “We plan on doing just that. We were sitting right behind you at the diner and heard the brown-haired chick say his name, meaning he had to be around this county. And when he heard that fucking square had a little girlfriend, who better to introduce ourselves and point us the way than you.” 

So much information hits you all at once that you’re not given enough time to process it properly. Nanami called the cops on these guys? Where was that piece of information on the phone call!!? Three years ago, it must’ve happened before the start of freshman year. And then there’s the matter of these murders trying to kill him — the love of your life! 

You immediately try to weigh your options: you could give them a fake address, but that would lead them back to you and have you killed instead. And Nanami doesn’t live at home right now; he’s on campus with you and everyone else. So, sharing these two his home address will just have his family killed in his place! Oh, you wouldn’t handle that guilt; you just couldn’t!!

“So, what’ll it be, little girl?” Toji’s voice snaps you from your rampant thoughts. “You can be a cute girlfriend and be loyal, and we’ll just kill you right here, right now. Or, you give us an address, we’ll put you back to sleep, and you’ll never see from us ever again.” 

Those two options were far from what you wanted to do. You would never want to jeopardize your poor boyfriend’s life and those around him for being a model citizen, especially for these assholes! There had to be a way, something you could do!

“Please, don’t hurt him!” The ropes on your hands and feet have you shuffle to look at the two men from the dirty ground. “He didn’t do anything wrong. Please just spare him!”

“No-can-do, brat.” Sukuna comes down to your level once more, yanking your shirt — or whatever’s left of it, your bra practically out for the whole world to see — to lift your upper body. “Nothing to ease a vengeful spirit than taking care of the problem, right? So do us a favor, will ya.” 

Tears are fighting your control to fall, your body trembling. You’re scared, so so frightened. But most of all, you’ll do what you can to make sure your “golden boy” stands tall for you. “Please, I’ll do anything! Anything you want, I’ll do it! So, please!!” 

Sukuna opens his mouth to bite back, but no words come out. Actually, his expression resorts back to a neutral tone. He then turns to Toji, who looks at him with a quirked brow. There’s nothing but silence between the two, a silent conversation between the two killers that you have no choice but to stay quiet for. And you jerk when the two focus back on you. Sukuna then finally says something.

“Anything, huh?” It’s the worst when he sneers at you. Such a devious man. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Tch. Fucking brat.” Sukuna sucks his teeth before he snatches your chin with a rough vigor, forcing your teary eyes to face him. And it doesn’t help that you now have a gun pointed at your temple. “This is your warning. You better do this right, or you’ll be the first to get a gift with your boyfriend’s head all minced up. Now, use that mouth. Properly.”

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you’d end up here. You stood on your knees and hands on the concrete floor, your mouth occupied with Sukuna’s cock, propelling your face to and fro to meet the base. Why the handgun to your head? According to the salmon-haired man, he said: “Try to fight, run, or bite our dicks off, then this whole mag is getting emptied.” So, you’re literally giving the fellatio of your life. And judging by the grunts coming from Sukuna, it seems you’re doing a decent job keeping him going. 

As for the other one, Toji, his hands grabbing onto your asscheeks from beneath should answer that. “C’mon, baby, sit on my face. I don’t bite…” you can tell he has the biggest grin on his face saying that, has you hesitant to follow orders. Regardless, you gently sway your ass down to sit on his face. But impatience gets the best of him before he pulls you down himself, his nose abruptly hitting your clitoris. You jolt despite his hands keeping you on him, forced to feel his tongue and mouth indulging on your wet folds.

So there you sit, bare and nude, for the men to use you as they see fit. Whatever piece of your clothes were torn off you to be fully exposed for them. This is what you choose to do for the sake of your boyfriend: giving yourself off for the night. 

Oh, if Shoko could see you now. Sucking off one of the exact murderers you two were talking about at the diner while the other eats you out? You know you’ll never hear the end of it from her if — by some miracle — she finds out! And you’ll hold onto that miracle for as long as you can. 

“…Fuuuck, hnngh! It’s been a minute since I had my dick on something tight,” Sukuna comments while putting his free hand on your head. His thrusts increase to have your tongue bathe the underside of his dick, and he sighs at you choking when the tip suddenly hits your uvula. “Heh, that’s right. Keep those tears coming, pet…You seem to be enjoying yourself there, Fushiguro. This broad taste that fucking good—Ohhh shit, fucking shit…”

You can feel Toji’s lips curve into a smile from down under, he gives your labia and clit a slow and antagonizing lick before responding to his partner in crime. “Mmmm, man. It’s been a while since I had to do this. Crazy how this princess got with a square like that kid. Wonder if he makes ‘em feel good like this.” And then he returns to your clit to give it a harsh suck. 

Your body continues to be used like a toy. Your jaw loosens to oblige Sukuna’s girth that’s currently hitting the back of your throat every time your lips meet the pubes of his pelvis. His ruts dial-up, and you ball your fists with the constant oral abuse on your face. Drool runs down your chin with every shove of his length, practically choking you with his dick. And the commotion between your leaking vulva and Toji doesn’t go unnoticed either; motherfuker’s tongue is relentless, making sure every crevice and part of your pussy is familiar with him. And the sounds of him slurping your essence are so lewd, so erotic for your ears that you think they’re bound to explode on you. 

“—Ahhh, damn, I’m gonna cum,” Oh, God. Your eyes open to look at Sukuna’s expression, nothing but pure enjoyment looking at your pitiful look. “You’re cute looking all pathetic taking my cock like this, whore—Mmmph!! Shiiiit, keep your head like that.” He grabs your head as his thrusts speed up to an irregular pace, your throat and face becoming numb. Your whimpers are muffled, and tears streak down your cheeks. His groans of pleasure fill the room, and before you know it, his load is released down to the depths of your throat. You’re stuck taking it, mewling on the shaft still in your mouth until he’s finished. 

He removes you when he is, his cock slathered in your saliva and still rock hard. You gawk at it, amazed that you could fit it in your mouth. And you hate to admit this, but it has you wondering what Toji’s is like. 

Speaking of, with a foggy mind, you peer down to see Toji finally done eating your cunt out. “Ya taste good, you know that.” He licks his lips provocately with a smile. You open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off. “You ready fr’ me now?” He cocks his chin up, and you turn to see what he’s talking about, only to be met with the pinkish-red tip of his sprung erect cock. If you didn’t think you’d be able to have Sukuna’s in your mouth, you’re going to need a diety’s grace to see what you can do with Toji’s. “Heh, think I’m too big fr’ you? How the hell is Kento handling a piece like you?”

“S–Shut up, stop bringing him up!” You shout at him, tired of being reminded of the love of your life whom you’re betraying right now. All for his sake, but still…

He chuckles at your reaction. “Little girl got spark, huh. Fine then, be a doll and put it in yourself.” 

Cold sweat slides from your brow. Me? I’ve gotta put that shit in on my own!? But you have to. You know you do. So, with anxiousness pooling in your stomach, you bring your ass up and use your hand to align his cock to your wet cunt. 

It takes a lot of mental motivation for you to continue, but slowly and surely, you push the folds of your cunt onto his glans. The pain you experience makes it excruciating to bear, but with steady breaths, you push the tip in with every exhale. And when it finally enters your vulva, a gasp erupts from your puffy lips and a hiss from the man with the scarred lip. “Mmmm, slow down, baby, slow it down…” That was probably the only words he’s ever said that you could trust, so you anchor your ass down, taking in every inch of his length with his hands guiding your ass down. When you reach the base, you give yourself a few seconds to adjust to his girth within your velvety walls. “Fuck, ya feel so nice and tight, princess.”

“Is that so?” Sukuna walks from behind. “Can’t wait for me to have a go.” You couldn’t even comprehend the meaning of that sentence because the salmon-haired one kicked your back. You are now mounted on Toji completely, the two of you facing each other while Sukuna crouches behind your ass. “Get ready, I’m putting it in.”

“Huh?” Wait, both at the same time!? “Ho–Hold on, I’ve never done it in my ass bef—“

“Doesn’t sound like a problem to me; guess I’ll be the first then,” he shuts down your argument and then bends down to use his fingers and spit to ease your asshole. It feels so gross and repulsive that you could puke right now. Not that it would matter to Sukuna because he’s already set on doing it — his fore and middle finger pushing in and out of your anus. When he feels you’ve loosened up, he’ll remove his digits and substitute them with his cock. 

And he doesn’t warn you either, fucking bastard; he nudges his dick in his own countdown with no regard to how you’re feeling. Gripping onto the raven-haired man’s black shirt, Sukuna’s cock puts you through pain worth traumatizing, evoking screams that scratch your throat until he gets the whole thing in your ass. Nanami would never put you through this much pain. Never!

“Aww, y’re making the pretty girl cry,” Toji teases condescendingly, chuckling at the sight of you burying your head in his chest to shield the embarrassment. 

Sukuna hums while grinding his hips to your ass, a tiny bit of blood painting his shaft. “Hmph, good, makes my enjoyment worthwhile. Now,” you shriek with the sudden snap of his hips to your ass. “Let’s get this show started.”

When Sukuna moves, Toji follows right after, and you’re left to fend for yourself in this unsteady tempo from both your holes. You start seeing stars from the unusual stimulation, and your mind and vision become so blurry that it hurts to think. Hell, it hurts to try and concentrate on one dick at a time! One is currently scraping the wells of your walls in a way that your slit clenches around him, while the other churns your insides from the back that almost takes your breath away. More drool and tears seep into the black shirt you use to disguise yourself from them. This shit is already humiliating as is!

“C’mon now, baby. Show me that pretty face of y’rs.” Of course, Toji uses one hand to nudge your head to look at him. Your face is such a wet and hot mess, the sweat on your body making you sticky. The attempt to make sentences is beyond you, relying on moans and choked sobs to express your disorganized emotions. “There ya are. Good fuckin’ girl.”

Toji then takes your plump lips with his, his hand snaking to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. It was one thing letting them use your cunt and ass as they see fit; now, they dare to kiss you in a time like this. Oh, this is the absolute worst! How can you speak to Nanami ever again after this!? These lips are now sullied by the lips and cock of other men. You can’t ever go back and say that you were his, and it’s because of these assholes!!

…And what’s worse, you were starting to find enjoyment in what you were doing, sinking into Toji’s kiss and moaning into his scarred lips.

“Haahh…Mmmph…Damn, this slut is so fucking tight.” Sukuna watches your back glisten in the light while your ass quaked under his unstable momentum. He sneers before slapping your asscheek, resulting in a rushed moan and a twitch from your pussy. Toji breaks the kiss. “Hey, keep doing that. Think they like it.” 

With devilish glee, the tattooed other doesn’t hold back. He gives you another smack to the ass, and more loud purrs and shrieks fill the space between you three. Fast ruts to your soaping slit and ass coincide with the strikes to your butt, catching you off guard and leaving a stinging sensation every time. 

It’s apparent now that your hips start to move on their own, riding out your own high while preparing for your orgasm that’s climbing up. And the raven-haired man notices as he puts your hand on your aching buttcheeks. “Goin somewhere, dollface?” 

Oh, for fuck’s sake, let me come already!! “—Ahhnn, ooohhhh!! I’m about to cummm—I’m gonna break—Eeyahhh!!!

“That so?” You want to wipe that smirk off his stupid, dumb, handsome face. “Then go ahead and get dirty, princess. Ring us up.”

Your arousal staggers up when both of their thrusts fall into a unity, the tender spots of your gummy walls from your ass and cunt being hit and abused prompt more ecstatic moans and your head pounding with every jab. Almost there, almost! Please, please, I want it!! And you are finally given what you want; your release crashes into you in a hard swoop, the shocks crawling up your body while your holes contract around both men’s cocks. Your brain falls into an erotic trance; you only care about the euphoric sensations tingling around your body. Dizziness overtakes you, and your head descends back on Toji’s chest.

“Hmph, you really a pathetic pet.” Sukuna grinds his pelvis into your sensitive ass. The aftershocks from your release still make your body react to their movements. “Chasing for your own orgasm, huh. We outta fuck that selfishness right out of you, damn brat…”

You don’t say anything — more like you don’t have the energy to. Your ass and chasm are too stuffed to keep your mind active, and your eyelids feel too heavy to keep up. It probably was from all that crying and screaming. All you want to do is go back to sleep in your bed at your cozy apartment. But that must be asking for too much. Just please end this nightmare…

Kenty…Please forgive me, I’m so sorry….

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You can’t remember how sleep found you that night. But your eyes open to the ray of sunshine that peaks through the binds of your bedroom. Wait, my bedroom!?

You shoot up from your bed, the soft comforter and sheets peeling off your skin, and the cool air from the air conditioning welcomes you back to your personal space. Everything untouched, everything where it’s supposed to be — where you’re supposed to be.

A deep breath is the first thing you do when you wake up, following a long exhale. Was I dreaming? You would’ve accepted that delusion had you not looked down to realize that your figure was covered with one of your oversized shirts, remembering that your old pajamas were cut and torn up. Flashes of last night return to haunt you, and shivers travel down your spine from realizing what transpired at those ungodly hours. You quickly check your sheets for any stains — Thank God, none. Funny how a pair of serial killing assholes have the decency to clean up your body. 

And then a sudden feeling of dread crawls up after hearing your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You hurry to check the screen to find out it was a text message from Nanami. It’s a Saturday, 9 a.m. He’d usually be sleeping in until noon. Curious, you unlock your phone to check what your boyfriend is texting you about.

Recent Message from: ♡ my bby nanamiii ♡

Hey, Y/n. Hope you slept well and everything’s okay. I’m coming from Geto’s place after picking up Haibara, who is going through the worst hangover right now. He said he wants to see you and that you make the best meals for his hangovers. I don’t want to intrude if you’re not up for guests, so please tell me so I can take him somewhere else. But otherwise, we’ll be there at around 30-45 mins. Let’s just relax this weekend, okay?

Reading the text as you fall in love with him all over again. After what you’ve gone through, knowing that he’s safe and sound from any trouble, all you want right now is to be around him and hold him close. To be with him and forget about everything that’s happened. 

You send a heartwarming reply saying you’ll be waiting for the two of them. Then, you remove yourself from the bed and stretch out your fatigued muscles. Ugh, I should probably shower before Nananmi gets here…

However, before you lift your shirt and head for the bathroom, you notice a glass of water and a bag full of pills. Huh…I definitely didn’t have that there when I went to sleep before I was taken. And next to the glass was a folded piece of paper. Curiosity got the best of you this morning as you picked up the material to read its contents. 

And this is where you knew your life was changing, for better or worse. Your legs give out, making you fall to your knees with a shaky breath, the hairs of your body standing, and your heart on the verge of leaping out of your mouth. What you read crushed your whole being, leaving you cold in this world — worse than the autumn breeze.

Yo, thanks for the great time last night. Keep that up, and your pretty boytoy will keep standing. Here’s water and birth control, and keep that bag safe. Wouldn’t wanna end up losing it for the next time we fuck you dumb. See ya later, pet.

SR + TF

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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