alexiroflife

[alexiroflife]

"Hi, I am Abdulrahman from Gaza. I hope you are well. I need your help. This is a post link that contains a link to donations for special pregnancies in my family...I hope you will donate to save my family. If you are unable to donate, please share the link with your followers. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference t🙏 Please donate and share my story with everyone We need your help, no matter how smallo save my family. Thank you very much. I love you" - @abadborhm

"Hi, My name is Elin, a mother of three from Gaza. I’m writing to you from a place of deep suffering. Our home was destroyed in the war, and now we live in a torn tent, facing cold, hunger, and fear with no real shelter.💔 My youngest son, Adam, has a serious skull fracture and urgently needs ongoing medical treatment. My elderly father, who lives with us, suffers from high blood pressure, diabetes, and a severe eye injury that requires surgery — but we have no means to afford his care.😭💔 With a heart full of hope, I kindly ask for your support to help us afford medical treatment, food, and other basic necessities. Your kindness can ease our burden and give us a glimpse of hope in these dark times.🇵🇸 The campaign link is pinned in my profile. Please share it with anyone who might be able to help." - @eileendiab8

"Hi, I'm not well. As you can see, the news is getting worse, and now the occupation is demanding that I evacuate the place I'm living in, but I don't have the money to move my equipment and family to another semi-safe place. I hope you can help me. The cost of a transport vehicle is $300. I really hope that you can donate even a small amount to help me move my family to a safe place. ❤❤❤❤ Please try to understand my feelings and fears." - @hifa3322

"Hi, I'm very shy to ask help 💔I'm Suad Mohammed. I am 62 years,from destroyed Gaza,I used to work as a teacher, but I lost my job. Since then, I’ve been searching for food to feed my family. Then the army entered the city and destroyed the streets💔. I left my home, lost and without shelter. I lived in a torn tent that could not protect us from the cold or the sun.I suffered from hunger😭, thirst, and even going to the bathroom became a struggle.🥺After months of living in tents and surviving genocide,Everything was destroyed. The whole city had turned into piles of stones. The streets looked like mountains of rubble.Then a strict siege was forced on us. I had no choice but to feed my family leaves from the trees. There is no food, and prices are beyond imagination 💔.I beg you please stand with me, help me.😭

Why do you ignore me…😭 I’m going through unimaginable pain,💔 and you might be my only hope to survive. Your kindness could be the difference between despair and safety.🥹 Please, show mercy 🥹 every donation helps. Your support can save a life.🥹 🚨 I truly need you. Please donate. 🚨" - @sooadgaza7

"Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍"

Palestine Go Fund Me Links

these are links that familias in Gaza have sent my way due to my growing audience. i will continue to add links to this list for those who can donate, and for others to share. i have tagged the following accounts below so that you can visit these blogs and learn their stories. i will link this post in my bio as well.

on may 6th 2025, israel's security cabinet approved the escalation of genocide in gaza. this means that innocent people are being forced into captivity as disease and starvation plague their people. lives continue to be lost / destroyed every day. access to food, water, and aid has been cut off. these people have nothing. similar tragedies are happening in Sudan and Congo, and people are suffering at the hand of those exemplifying striking similarities with the n*zi initiative. history is repeating itself.

@muslims-matters made a post here with a more in-depth explanation on what has been happening in Palestine over the past week. normally i attach the messages from those reaching out that have been sent to me, but unfortunately, this is my third time attempting to save this post and in dealing with some kind of error, the saved notes i had from survivors have been lost. i still, however, had access to the go-fund-me links, which are listed below. the stories of those seeking help are also shared there.

this is a devastating period for all human beings. listen and pay attention. the world is changing.

please, please, please share to continue to support those suffering!

"Hello friends!

🍉I am Mahmoud Ayyad, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza 😭😭, coming from a family of young children, women and elderly ❤❤ who have been suffering😭😭 for 300 difficult days of an aggressive war. Our lives are harsh because we lack all the basic necessities of life. Everything has become scarce and difficult to obtain. There is no food, no water, no medicine.

So, I ask you to help me keep my family safe and alive, especially after we lost all our sources of livelihood.

Please do not leave my family to struggle and suffer these difficult days alone. You can support my campaign by donating whatever you can or by sharing my posts to reach others who can help us survive the war to safety and peace. You are helping the lives of many people with your small contribution. ❤❤🍉🍉

Every donation makes a difference in our very difficult lives. But this is a legitimate campaign and has been checked by 90-ghost" - @mahmoudayyad

"Hello my dears! I, Asmaa, ask you to support my campaign to help me reach my goal. 🙏 I am now in desperate need of your support to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place, both in terms of living standards and souls. I need your financial support so that I can get the basic needs of my family. Please help a family survive through your small donations or through your shares to others. And reblog. The campaign is going very slowly. 🙏🍉💔 This donation drive was verified by: @90-ghost" - @asmaamajed2

"Hello 🖐

I am aya living in North Gaza with my three children, and we are facing starvation in the northern region. We have moved more than 13 times trying to find a safe place, but there is no safety anywhere.

I am asking for your help to protect my children and get us out of this imminent danger😥.

Your donations and sharing of my story will greatly contribute to our survival.🙏🙏" - @ayaalanqarsblog

"Hi 👋

I am writing to u with a heart full of hope and faith , asking for your urgent help .

We are a family living in harsh and difficult conditions due to the war, suffering daily from fear and destruction. And Iam running a fundraising campaign to save them 🕊️.

Plz🙏 could u reblog the post about my campaign on my account!? Every share and reblog can make a difference in my family lives.I humbly request a donation of 5$ or more if you can my friend and if u can’t just support us enough for me.🌹

In conclusion, my family and I thank you foor yours kind attention to our message.❤️🌺 🍉" - @samerpal

"Hello, I am Bashaer from Gaza. my husband was muttered in the brutal war. When I was pregnant , after few months I was born my daughter in the war. She is 3 months old now, She become an orphan.

Can you help me ?🙏save my life and my family from the genocidal war and the threat of death that haunts us every minute? Let us survive to safety. If you are able, donate, publish the link, and share with friends

Please donate" - @bshaeromars-blog

"Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏 Thank you." - @ahmed-mohammed1

Found via Tik tok:

"Hi, I am Ayoub, a Palestinian father from Gaza. I write this letter with a heavy heart and fear for my children and family. We live in indescribable conditions, where obtaining food has become difficult, and safety is a distant dream. 💔😢 Our home is no longer safe, and my children wake up every day to the sounds of war, wishing only for a day of rest, play, and the normal life that every child in this world deserves. I don't ask for much, just a chance for life, for me and my children, away from this hell. 🙏🏻😭 Anyone who can help, please help me secure a decent life for my family, whether by providing food and medicine, or by giving me a chance to leave Gaza and live in a safe place. 💔🍉 Any support, any word, any action could mean the difference between life and death for my family. 😢💔🙏🏻 From a broken heart, but filled with hope, please save our lives. Ayoub - Gaza" - @ayoobetshaa-1

"Hi Dear, I apologize for bothering you, but I hope you can help me. We are living in hell in Gaza. There is no safe place to live. We are exhausted from hunger and fear. We cannot sleep from the intensity of the pain. We fear that we will die at any moment. We find our children trembling with fear and hunger. Everything is expensive. Any donation you give is important to them. I appeal to you with your humanity to donate to me and my family who are in need. I am the sole breadwinner for my family. My father is elderly and unemployed. We lost our home in the war and I lost my job as well. A donation of $10 would help us a lot." - hamad494

[alexiroflife]

jjk men as "sinners" vampires... trying to lure you in

MDNI, mentions of violence, ryan coogler's "sinners" film references, angst, vampire!au, slightly gory descriptions, a smidgen of fluff with a whole lot of seduction, uhh mentions of spit in choso's, f|ngering in choso's gulp, suggestive themese, mentions of death, taunting, i'm in a chokehold

gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna

-> sinners changed my life. i don't even have the words. the history, the music, the representation, the cinematography??? BROTHERRRR. my culture is so beautiful and so is bo chow telling grace that he got the car warmed up after he turned and micheal b. jordan with vampire grills, so now i gotta make this a cross-fandom headcanon problem. ya'll this had to be done and it will be done with aot men too.

satoru gojo: "come give me a kiss..."

you know it's not your husband when you catch the flicker of hellfire in his normally, now you particularly realize, virtuous sapphire eyes. in the midst of tonight's horror, he stands so still as a symphony of daunting low humming, celtic triumphance, and the nauseating stench of blood rise into the air and intermix, dancing about in a manifestation of dark chaos. and there your husband is in the doorway, a partner to the horrors with a hand pressed to the frame as shaggy white hair flutters into lidded eyes. eyes that you know are no longer his.

his pink lips curve into a soft, flirtatious smile, one that you have seen time and time again. yet the image you would have sworn you knew like the back of your hand appears foreign to you. something silent, something sinister grasps it, and gone is the man you once knew. gone is the spirit from his gaze and grin, an undead mischief serving in its place.

"what's the matter, baby?"

his smooth voice rumbles into a playful taunt, filtering into your ears like a seductive lament for the dead. a rasping breath subtly catches his words, striking you as something like a predatory animal. your eyes well with tears as you look over satoru's pearly white skin, somehow even paler in the moonlight... he practically glows.

your eyes drift down to the tattered button-up adorning his strapping figure as he crosses an ankle over the other and leans, hovering over you between the invisible barrier protecting you from the outside of the club.

you gulp, tracing the patches of smeared blood over his white fabric with your trembling eyes, over the stains that coat his fingertips. your body shakes, a lump lodging itself in your throat as you are forced into abrupt mourning.

this isn't satoru. this isn't the man you love.

he's dead before you.

"you're looking a little pale," he continues, causing you to snap your eyes back up to his face. he tilts his head as his smirk stretches, dimples poking into his cheek with the subtly baring of his sharpened teeth.

it's strange. you can still feel his desire as he zones in on you, soaking you into his surveillance as he shamelessly admires your features like he wants to ravish you.

however, now, you are sure that he does not intend to ravish you the way you would necessarily hope.

"is my pretty girl not feeling well?” satoru practically bullies you with his tone and his words, for the monster knows exactly why you appear so unsettled before him. he is mentally stripping you down, taking you apart piece by piece, utilizing the love he knows you have for him as well as his love that has charged into hunger as a means to reel you in.

“do you want a kiss to make it all go away? that used to help with anything. i’m certain it’ll help now. aren’t you?”

your heart is hammering with fear, grief, love, and you are afraid to even open your mouth to speak. to make a single movement with your body. satoru has you paralyzed. a spell has been cast over you by some kind of curse, and you are distraught. distraught by the death that has suddenly gripped your husband of two years, and distraught by the fact that you are having a significantly hard time mustering up the strength to walk away from him.

for though his soul has left his body, it still looks like him. it still, to some extent, feels like him. your heart and mind and body still long to react to him as if he is still yours, as if he is still alive and human.

"come on, (y/n)."

and when he calls your name, it is still his voice that rings it, his tongue that your address rolls off of so longingly.

“just step on outside and give me a kiss.”

you must be insane for wanting to, you think to yourself. for how can you accept the vicious murder of your husband so easily, especially when he stands before you, devilishly handsome, asking you for something you did not think you would ever be able to give him again?

“come on. you know you want to,” satoru hums. “it’ll make you feel so much better. i can make that pout on your pretty face go away just like that.”

you do not even take offense when he refers to your bloodshot red puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and snotty nose as a ‘pout.’ all you hear is your satoru, and it kills you internally how desperately you still need him though every bone in your body is screaming at you to turn away before you are next.

when satoru catches that a part of him is getting to you somehow, he shifts himself slightly, lifting his head to stare down at you head on, his playfulness dwindling as his steely eyes sharpen.

“or… if you don’t wanna come outside…” he murmurs, eyes tracing down your body, studying calmly how tear droplets break from your chin and splatter onto your exposed chest. he takes in a slow, deep breath through his nose, distant memories of watching you dress in pink silk for tonight’s festivities fluttering somewhere in the back of his skull, further fueling his bloodlust, melded with an honest desire to never part with you.

you hold your breath, looking directly into his eyes as his lips part and shiny fangs peak through. “...you can just let me in so i can feel that pretty mouth of yours on mine. you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. i’ll take care of it for you. just like i always do.”

his words wrap around you like a snake tightening its coils around prey, entrancing you in the steady dismantling of your self control.

your breath hitches in your throat, your fist tightening at your sides as your fingers dig in your palm hard enough to draw blood.

satoru notices, and for the first time since his slaughter, you see his lips spread into a toothy, excited grin, canines pointed enough to break skin with a simple nick.

“ohhh…” he coos “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you gulp heart, fighting yourself internally, nose flaring, skin heating.

“well, i can make that happen. all you gotta do, pretty, is say the words.”

he brings his face in just the smallest bit closer, still confined to the outside by his current obstacle. you can smell the fading cologne on his neck, feel the bitter coolness of his breath fan your face.

“let me in.”

suguru geto: "you know better..."

"angel..."

you hear his voice practically singing for you from just outside the doorway, on the other side of the wall, but you do not dare fall for his charm. you can not afford to now, for it unfortunately may cost you your life.

but suguru geto has always been a twistedly persuasive man. perhaps it was the manipulative tendencies he tended to put to use when working with unpleasant people, but he never would have used them on you before...

not when he was alive and human, at least.

now, as you shield yourself by pressing your back to the wall just beside the entryway, hiding away from your turned fiancé's beautiful face, you dread the notion that you may fall victim to his pretty words.

"now, now. you know better than to hide away from me, let alone pretend you don't hear me speaking to you."

his gentle voice slinks into your ear, testing you, tempting you.

you tense, cramping up every muscle in your body as if that will help you reject him, as if restricting your body will somehow reduce your longing to be with him, no matter what he was turned into.

you can practically feel him. how he hovers, how he lingers just on the other side of where you stand, how he taunts you with his looming physicality, how he knows that your instilled connection to him will draw you out of hiding any moment now.

you want to fight the drug that is him that has somehow amplified in his vampiric state, but your fiancé is gone. he’s been ripped from you, and all that is left is this monster that resembles him, that is his flesh and bone but not his soul.

in spite of it all, in spite of the carnage he seeks and the chaos he wishes to inspire, it is still suguru geto. it is still his long beautiful hair, his silky skin, his damned hypnotic voice.

"don't do that to me, (y/n). don't ignore me. it makes me so sad."

you can hear the playful pout, and your stomach flips.

"i can hear you, you know. i can hear you breathing."

your eyes blow wide and you instinctively hold your breath, raising your head and pressing your lips together tightly.

a melodic, gentle chuckle slips out of him, the sound just as beautiful as it was when he was living.

"nice try, but that means i can hear when you try to hide it too."

christ, he will let nothing go unseen? he's torturing you, swarming you with the attention he knows you will not be able to deny.

"i can hear your heart beating too," he reveals, his voice dropping deeper, lower. "it's beating so fast. am i making you nervous?""

"just stop talking, suguru," you hush out along with your held breath, and now that you have answered, both you and suguru know that he's caught you.

"ahhh, there's that beautiful voice," he smiles. "how lovely it is to talk to you again, angel."

"suguru, this is-" you suck in some air as sweat beads over your forehead. "this is fucked. leave me alone."

"why are you giving me so much attitude? i thought you liked talking to me."

"you're not my fiancé."

"now how could you say such a thing when your fiancé is right here talking to you?"

"suguru, stop. i can't do this with you. you're gone. you're dead. i know why you're here, and you're not gonna get inside.''

"that's a bit pessimistic... i prefer to keep my mind open and stay positive."

"well, optimism isn't gonna make me do otherwise. i'm not letting you in."

"alright. then you can come outside to me."

you whip your head. "no," you deny sternly.

"you're thinking on this too much, (y/n)," he says. "i'm not gonna hurt you. you know i'd never hurt you."

"i don't believe you."

"i just want to see you. can't you at least let me do that?"

"i said no, suguru."

"you don't have to step outside. i won't make you," he continues. "i just want to speak to you face to face. i hate having this wall between us."

you close your eyes and grind down on your teeth.

he's too good at this. too good at making you want to give into him.

"just take a few steps to the right so we can talk in the doorway. i can't get in either way. you have nothing to worry about."

you do not answer, for you ponder it.

"(y/n)," he drawls. "what did i say about ignoring me?"

"shut up."

"you know that's not how we communicate. we never ignore each other."

and you hate yourself for it, but that is what does it for you. that is what crashes through the weak wall you temporarily had up in order to keep yourself from giving him too much, from deceiving you into eventually letting him inside. it starts with letting him see you, and nevertheless, you break because of how perfectly his previous words align with something the normal him would have said.

it is your only glimpse of who he was before he turned. before he died.

he fooled you, with references to your relationship style and the sweetness of his tone.

he must sense that you are relinquishing control, and he leans further into it. "right?"

"one minute," you state swiftly. "you have one minute to say what you want to say to me."

"one minute," he agrees, humoring what you convince yourself to be the control you already lost. "no more and no less."

you know you shouldn't. you know you'll only fall for what he tells you.

but you have to look him in the eye and see him truly changed before you.

so you cautiously step away from the wall and into the doorway, open to a perfect view of the vast land and abandoned cars.

suguru slowly saunters his way over, a satisfied smile capturing his face with shining eyes. his hair sways with his movements as he stands before you, the splatters of blood on his cheek not going unseen.

the urge to cry takes over you as you look over him, and his smile widens. "atta girl."

nanami kento: "i got the car all warmed up..."

you think you're dreaming up some kind of horrific nightmare for a moment.

it all happened so fast. the witnessing of a demon of the night flying into your innocent friend, sinking teeth into his neck and blood spurting about the grass and the side of the wall.

you could only pray that your husband made it home safely until you see him saunter over to the open doorway where you stand calmly, dress shoes crunching into the gravel as he approaches. the bloody scene transpires to the side, and you find yourself whipping your head between both the murder and the unfathomable sight of your husband, who has not even spared a glance into that direction.

"k-kento?" you stammer, heartbeat in your ears.

the said man looks up at you and smiles, fiddling with his car keys.

you do not wish to think the worst. you know this image is strange, but you do not want to entertain the thought... that your husband has become one of them.

yet his entire presence is offputting. not a trace of anxiety or concern for anything is written on his face. he presents as something like a simulation or robot beyond your comprehension, for this thing is not behaving the way your husband, nanami, would, despite his identical likeness to him.

"let's go, honey," he looks at you blankly with a small, polite smile. you blink, immensely confounded. you twitch to go with him, but those around you, as well as yourself, instinctively know that you must stay put.

you have not accepted it yet. you can not accept it yet.

you furrow your brows, eyes glazing over as you look at your strapping husband in awe. he looks back at you almost lovingly, kindly, but it is not the same love and kindness you know him to possess. it feels empty, the way his honey brown eyes meet yours. it is like he is voice of feeling, void of any warmth that you once knew him to withhold.

"kento, what are you doing? what happened?"

the gnarly sound of hungry growling accompanied by flesh ripping fills the space when it is silent, and you fight how you want to look over.

you find it disturbing how the blonde has yet to spare a passing glance to the scene. a man is actively being devoured by a vampire right there before you all, and he looks at you expectantly as though he does not notice.

"i was just getting the car warmed up for you, sweetheart," he assures you affectionately. "it's all ready to go. come, love. let's go home."

home?

you feel something crumble within you.

you want to go home so terribly. it is the one thing you want more than anything in this life at the time being, and kento knew that before stepping out to get the car. he knew by the look of terror on your face that he had to get you out of here, so he tredded out into unknown danger for you hours ago. he got the car started for you. and he came back for you...

but you realize that the nanami that left you is not the same nanami that has returned to you.

kento turns after your pause to outstretch his had clutching the keys and click a button. your car beeps in response, but you did not miss the blood staining the back of his shirt that is only revealed when he turns his body.

your jaw hangs open and your hands come to cover your mouth to prevent from openly wailing. this catches kento's attention, as he turns back around and lowers the keys.

"see?"

he lifts his brows at you, holding out his hand toward you. your eyes blur over with tears as you stare at his hand. the hand you would once eagerly clasp in your own now tinged with blurred red.

"let's go."

"ken, wh-" you're shaking uncontrollably. struggling to speak through your tremors as your hands hover over your face. "d-do you not see what's- what's happening right next to you?"

a tear breaks past your lashes as kento finally turns to look, and a naive part of you almost hopes that he will jump back in shock upon taking in the sight he could have possibly missed.

instead, he lowers his head with a soft chuckle. his hair, once slicked back, falls over his face in waterfall-like strands as he ducks in amusement. "don't worry about that, honey. he's just a little hungry. that's all."

you think you are going to be sick when you register his reply.

kento looks back up at you casually, stretching his hand out to you once more. "i'll get you away from that. it's alright."

you can hardly see him now through your tears, and you do not wish to. you can not look at the face that was once true to you as whatever hides in his skin tries to trick you with sweet promises.

your husband is dead, you realize, and your world comes crashing down around you.

it all happens within your mind, however, as you are now void of any words that could even begin to respond appropriately to this situation or convey how you are feeling.

kento notices how you do not take his hand and he lets it fall to his side. "if you're not comfortable with that, then..." he pauses, tucking the car keys back into his pocket.

he takes a few steps closer to the doorway, pressing his lips together as he peers down at you peacefully. you unwind before him, yet he does not pay any mind to your turmoil.

instead, he presents you with another solution.

"then maybe you can let me in so i can get all of our things and head home."

he threads a bloody hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face so that he can see you clearly.

with this new view, you watch a pale light swirl in his dead brown eyes as he lowers his voice for you, and only you, to hear.

"would that be better for you, honey?"

choso kamo: "just a taste..."

you've never seen choso so commanding in his fit of desperation before.

the last you had seen of him before he whisked you away from a game of spades with the gentle call of your name and the clasp of your hand was when he stepped outside to ensure the area was safe at this time of night.

and suddenly, he's come back with a blinding hot urge to strip you naked and take you in the middle of the dance floor for everybody to see.

the club is alive with soulful music and dance, and therefore choso is as well, sliding warm palms expertly down your naval from behind, pressing your back flush to his chest as your hips sway with his.

he is so quiet, but you know he is there by the way he touches you, the way he breathes you in with his nose nudging the pulse of your neck, and the way his diamond eyes train on yours.

normally, the brunette's actions are careful, hesitant, but tonight he takes charge in the way he holds you and stares into your eyes, an unspoken greed simmering in his gaze.

your body knows better than to deny this, but your mind wishes to warn. something gnaws at you in the back of your mind to be careful, but you elect to ignore the feeling.

it's choso, after all. the man has been your loving boyfriend for years. he's the only man you would confidently say that you feel safe and secure in the presence of. if anything, you decide that the alcohol buzzing in your system has risen a hint of irrational paranoia.

so you lean into him, head falling against his shoulder as he further encircles you. he hovers over your shoulder, inching his face closer to yours as though on a mission. he keeps you snug, tightening his embrace of you and brushing the tip of his nose against yours.

the erratically soul-twisting strum of the guitar ascends, almost puppeteering choso's actions as he rushes in to kiss you hard, mirroring the pulse of the crowd with the swallowing of your mouth.

you hum, taken as he cradles your head and leans you over, dipping you as the chorus livens. choso is firm, possessive, and it has your head reeling. he feels different, suddenly. stoic, yet buzzing inside with hunger for you.

it does not take long before you are led in a daze to the nearby bathroom and shoved roughly up against the wall. you can not even open yours eyes to see choso slam the door behind him as he swarms you, lips swimming passionately together as he presses you between himself and the wall, leaving you with nowhere to run.

"cho," you moan as you momentarily part, a string of spit connecting your damp, swollen lips.

choso groans, a deep, desperate sound that he forces you to swallow when he pushes back in, tongue slithering into your cavern and intertwining with yours.

you're lightheaded, hardly cognizant of anything but your boyfriend's touch and the way you grind eagerly against his crotch. large palms caress over your dress, travel down, and sneak under the silk, sliding over bare skin and hiking your fabric up to your hip.

he hoists you up, your legs wrapping over his torso as he steadies you with a hand to the bum and your back flat against the wall. "don't look away from me," he breathes when he snaps his lips away from yours.

your heavy eyes search his as you nod obediently, lips parted. choso holds you gaze intensely, diamond eyes shining rather brilliantly as his free hand sneaks between the two of you, creeping fingers toward your heat.

your jaw falls open the moment his thick fingers brush against your bundle of nerves beneath your panties and your arms tighten around his neck instinctively. choso shudders an inhalation, keeping his eyes to you as he tugs your panties to the side and slowly drags his middle finger up your wet slit.

you gasp pleasantly and choso twitches, breath heavy.

"cho," you whisper his name again, but he does not stop. you can tell a part of him is listening to you though as his finger slowly nudges past your folds and to your entrance. you whimper softly. "c-cho, you're... you're drooling, baby."

and though he does very little to acknowledge your observation, a trail of saliva slides down his chin from the corner of his mouth. he says nothing, only grunting to himself as his finger slides into your warmth. you gape, knocking your head back against the wall as choso follows, bringing his slick lips to hover over yours.

"lick it off of me," he orders, hot against your skin.

the orgasmic spell you are under eases you into action. you lean forward pressing your tongue out to glide against his milky skin as he tenderly works his finger in and out of you. you both synchronize a needy moan as you lap up his spit, and choso catches your lips before you can fall away from him again.

your soft moans transition into muffled cries as choso swallows them up, an added finger, then suddenly three pistoning in and out of you with loud squelches. you cling to him tightly, drowning in pleasure as he kisses you as though it is the very last time he ever will.

he moves down to slather wet kisses over your jaw, then down to your neck. he sucks and slurps graciously at the skin. your cries blend into the music just outside the door, and choso lets you scream. he encourages you to - pushes you to.

you feel his teeth graze your neck in the midst of his kisses and he nips lightly. you feel him tremble. you clench around his fingers, inching closer and closer toward your high when you hear a sharp intake of air followed by the bitter pinch of teeth sinking into your neck.

you scream out in pain, your pleasure having been short-lived as choso rips his hand from your legs. his teeth are still embedded into your skin as you writhe against his strong hold, seering blood dribbling from the point of puncturing.

you are befuddled, startled, before the terror grips you. choso breaks free, ripping from your skin as you wail. he tosses his head back, savoring the blood that lingers on his lips and stains his mouth down to his chest. his tongue darts out to collect the dribbling, oozing liquid, and when he lifts his head, you see a monster staring back at you with yellow eyes and razor sharp teeth.

"you taste delicious, my love."

it is the very last thing you hear him say before your world goes dark.

toji fushiguro: "let me out, baby..."

you know you aren't hallucinating.

you felt his life leave him, you watched the light fade from his eyes as he stared up at you, angered, aggrieved, missing the future you in his very last moments.

you held his head as his blood soaked into your clothes, drenching your hands and arms. you sobbed over him as his guts spilled from his left side.

you watched your boyfriend die.

so how is it possible now...

that you can hear him on the other side of the storage room door, banging mercilessly against the locked door, calling out for you over and over.

you stare in shock and terror as the sound of his fists pounding against wood echoes throughout the space, the door itself creaking and curving outward under the sheer force of his hands.

you know that strength. you know those hurried, impatient grunts, the passion entangled with every dangerous shout of your name through the barrier that keeps you rightfully separated. you know the hoarseness of that voice, the impatience, the power.

you know it to be toji fushiguro's. you know it to belong to the love of your life's, but your mind betrays you when the recent memory of his murder flashes across your brain. toji is dead. you watched him die. you are mourning him right now, so what the fuck is fighting against the door, working desperately to break free from the only space occupied by your dead man's body?

"(y/n)!" he bellows again, a throaty, rugged call... the call of an otherworldy being, not the call of the man you know. "(y/n)! i know you can hear me, girl! why ain't you answering me?"

goosebumps sprout over the entirety of your skin, and your pupils shrink and your eyes grow wide. your heart sinks to your stomach and suddenly, you can not breathe. you can not think. you can not hear anything happening around you except for toji.

except for his undead presence.

and suddenly, the urge to see him strikes like a bolt of lightning. you had locked him away, urging yourself to stay far from the reminder of what you and many others have lost. you had pushed back thoughts of burying him to be dealt with later, for you had sworn to yourself that the last time you had seen him was the final time.

but there he was, manifested in sound alone just beyond that door.

it could have been a trick. it could have been a hallucination.

either way, you know it's too good to be true, which is why you are so drawn to see, to check, to take him in one more time.

you take a cautious step forward, shiu's demands for you to step back falling into white noise behind you. you approach the door slowly as it bangs until you are right there before it.

you press your hand to the caving door carefully, ever so slowly, and a whisper brushes past your lips. "toji."

suddenly, the pounding stops. the door lay still, silent, and toji's shouts for you cease. the empty air rings in your ears as you wait for it to be occupied by something again, anything that could bring him back to you.

everything is painfully still until you hear heavy feet shuffle.

"dollface," he exhales into something resembling a relieved chuckle. you jolt, stunned by his response, for it can only mean that the sound - the presence of toji is in fact real before you.

and his voice, now steady and low, treading with a light silkiness that almost gives you whiplash due to its contrast from his previous snarls, shakes something within you.

"talk t'me, doll. i know you're there," he encourages after a moment of prolonged silence. you ache and give in, just as you always would have.

"hi toji," you shiver.

you can practically hear him grin. you can feel him behind the door through your head as he knocks his head against it. you imagine his arms supporting his weight as they prop above his head on either side of the frame.

"hey, darlin'. that's right. it's me, it's toji," he breathes out as though exasperated. his voice is pressed to the door, muffled against your ear as you ease into him as much as you safely can. "i know you heard me callin' ya. why didn't you answer?"

you sniffle, throat tightening and brows scrunching. "toji, you were dead," you hiss. "i held you."

"nah, nah," he denies the very reality you both lived, the reality you will relive for the rest of time. "nah, it was just a little scratch. that's all it was. y'know it takes a lot more than that to knock me out. i'm all better now."

"you bled out. that thing... it attacked you."

"like i said. a scratch. it scratched me, but i survived. i'm alive."

he sounds almost manic to you, swearing things you know to be untrue. speaking to you with his mouth to the wood, urging you to be convinced by the tautness in his low voice.

you shake your head, trusting what you saw though it kills you. "no," you whimper, rubbing your forehead against the ridges of the door. "no, toji. no."

"what're you crying for, huh? i'm right here."

"you're dead, toji," you break out a sob.

"cut that out. you hear me talkin' to ya. i'm good," he grumbles. you close your eyes, imagining his head pressing against yours, his hands holding your waist, his scent capturing you.

"i can't," you tell yourself, him.

"heyyy, it'll all be okay, (y/n). i know ya miss me. i'm right here, darlin'. go ahead and open the door so i can show ya. i don't want you cryin' no more."

you press your lips together, swallowing down your cries as your chest jerks and the tears flow once more.

"...(y/n)... let me out, baby. let me out so i can see ya."

a part of you wants to. a part of you allows your hand to fall onto the door knob and just hold it as you toyed with the thought of letting him take you, of letting this monster posing as your boyfriend tear you away from life the way toji was torn from his.

"soon as you let me out, i can take you outta here. how's that sound? we can go wherever y'want. get some food, pop open a beer, and i'll lay you down over th'counter just the way ya like it. i'll love on you real sweet. yeah? you want that? just open up, and you got it."

you can feel his patience dwindling, for you have nothing more you can say.

"(y/n). doll..."

speech suddenly fails you, and before you can blink, your heart is jumping and you're moved hastily away when the pounding abruptly resumes and knocks against your head.

"(y/n)! get me th'fuck out of here! open the door! (y/n)!!"

you assume it is shiu who has gripped your arm and yanked you back as toji's fists attempt to break into the wood. he yells, growls, screams your name once more, reminding you that toji is long gone.

ryomen sukuna: “I’m here to help…”

"get the fuck away from here."

the stranger’s response to your sudden attempt at taking initiative is the same it had been the three times you’d spoken to him prior - a low chuckle accompanied by the trace of his eyes over your body.

you knew something was wrong with him the second he appeared in the fog, like a shadow manifesting from thin air. he had an energy about him, one off putting and bone chilling, cold and unliving.

the second he asked for permission to step inside the club you've taken cover in, you knew for sure something was terribly wrong. you did not take this burly giant as one who would ask anyone for anything. considering his stature, in all his 6’5 glory, he would have very little trouble pushing his way through, past a woman much smaller than him.

this is a being that exudes power, pride. and he certainly was not asking if he could come in to be polite.

and you, tormented by the vision of him, grip a wooden stake tightly in your grasp as you raise it overhead, demonstrating that you will use it to strike on him at any moment you need to - though that is not necessarily a major concern right now, considering the fact that the salmon haired beast can not even walk through the door without your say so.

you are sure he finds it amusing how you grip onto the piece of wood for dear life anyhow, for it is the only thing giving you any sense of security now that your only sense of security is dead, manifested in expired flash as a devil come to haunt victims.

this stake is the only thing you can cling to, to keep from breaking down, to provide some mask of bravery hiding away a heartbroken, terrified victim of massacre.

"my, my," the vampire known to you now as sukuna muses, that condescending tone you’d accustomed to buttering his voice. "you’ve got such a temper, peach. what makes you believe you can get away with talking to me like that?"

"i mean it,” you try to be firm. “go. away. you’re not welcome here.”

“hmmm,” he hums, smirking at you from where he stands a few feet away. he tucks his hands into his dress pants pockets and quirks a brow, flickering a fiery glow in his eye solely to tease you. “that’s not very kind of you. i was hoping to partake in some of your celebration.”

your jaw clenches.

“why so tense, eh?” he pokes gently, crimson eyes beaming their way through the darkness. they appear as small red dots to you from where you reside, and your lips tighten. those eyes, they beam like a serpent’s, like a killer’s, and in turn your blood runs cold beneath their guise. “you must relax. i don't mean any distress."

his voice is dripping with something sinister, and you can tell that he enjoys this mind game he plays with you. he lives for it, for watching you doubt yourself as you pathetically hold up something that likely will not be strong enough to stop the likes of him on its own.

"bullshit," you scoff, turning up your nose. "i know what you're here for."

"yes, as i told you. to celebrate... you should have kept the music playing."

your breathing hastens. "no. no, i know what you are. this isn't about the music, it's about you killing people."

"oh, dear. what a beautiful fool you are," the tan skinned being simpers, fangs shining with his wicked grin. there is something almost sedating about him, as well as there is something intensely frightening.

the ease in which he carries himself with, as though every stride he takes is one he has taken before and memorized... like the very earth was made for him to walk on.

the gentle threat that hides in plain sight within his eerie tone. how it is laced with seductive venom.

the unwavering confidence instilled in him. it unnerves you so, how he trusts that he will get what he wants though you are standing before him and refusing it.

he is too cool and collected for the horror that you know him to be, and it messes with your mind. it has you second-guessing your gut.

"would you like to know something, woman?"

he takes a step forward, to which you involuntarily take a step back from. your movement seems to please him, as he continues with his approach. you ensure that a space still divides you as he strolls up to the doorway, the light from inside illuminating his features.

you see the blood staining his lips, that piercing glow in his eye, and the greatness of his presence, all the better now. you lower the stake slightly, subconsciously, and sukuna's pleasure doubles.

you frown. "i thought i told you to get away."

"those friends of yours," he begins in a hushed tone. your face drops, as you know he is referring to the people he has killed and turned that likely roam about the club in the dusk as you speak. crimson eyes study your paling skin, and the skin beneath his eyes crease with gentle, malicious delight. "particularly... the one with the hat."

you freeze, for you knew it was coming. you knew he was going to taunt you with those he took away from you, and now he does so by making you relive the moment he killed your partner.

he sees that he has struck a nerve, taking note of your glassy eyes, and he presses further, staring you directly in the eye. "mmm. yes. that one. who seemed to have a love for groveling at your feet."

a strike to your heart. "shut up."

"his thoughts... his mind is connected to mine, you see? now that he has joined me," he continues, smirk widening the further your face plummets. "would you like to know... what he thinks of you?"

"no. stop."

"all the sinful, aggregious things that you haven't let him get away with yet?"

"stop it. stop it now."

"did you know that he thinks you're a prude? holding out on him like that. denying him such pleasures."

you know what he is doing. he is trying to push you to the edge. to make you appeal to nonsensical anger for hope that if you snap, you will stupidly challenge him and invite him in.

you can see it, but you find yourself reacting to him and falling into his trap anyway.

you raise the stake high once more, a newfound frustration and anguish clear on your face. you're fueling his fire. you know you are, but you can not seem to stop. he will not let you.

"come, peach. you can not expect yourself to always be wound up this tight. it makes for a bad impression on your lover. look at you," he purrs. "look at how stiff you've allowed yourself to be."

you're body is burning. your thoughts are jumbling with anger, with heartbreak, with desire, with fear, and you do not know what to do but hold onto this stake as a devil picks you apart piece by piece without even touching you.

he has been doing this all night, pushing your buttons, trying to get you to break. you're exhausted. you feel heavy, like you can sink into the floor, and the persistent, alluring jab of this ancient creature is doing little to help you push through.

there is barely anyone left, and he sees that. he sees you. he's seen you since the very first moment he approached this establishment.

"would it not feel amazing to just let go for a moment and give me what i want?" he hums, something sharp flickering in his eye. "if you give in to me, your little friend will surely feel it on my behalf."

his words break you. it is still hours from morning, and you can not take much more of this torment. you are tired. you feel unstable and violent, and you want to give in though you know you will lose.

your lips curl into a tight grimace as you glare ahead with wild eyes, watching the very moment sukuna knows that he has won.

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Palestine Go Fund Me Links

these are links that familias in Gaza have sent my way due to my growing audience. i will continue to add links to this list for those who can donate, and for others to share. i have tagged the following accounts below so that you can visit these blogs and learn their stories. i will link this post in my bio as well.

on may 6th 2025, israel's security cabinet approved the escalation of genocide in gaza. this means that innocent people are being forced into captivity as disease and starvation plague their people. lives continue to be lost / destroyed every day. access to food, water, and aid has been cut off. these people have nothing. similar tragedies are happening in Sudan and Congo, and people are suffering at the hand of those exemplifying striking similarities with the n*zi initiative. history is repeating itself.

@muslims-matters made a post here with a more in-depth explanation on what has been happening in Palestine over the past week. normally i attach the messages from those reaching out that have been sent to me, but unfortunately, this is my third time attempting to save this post and in dealing with some kind of error, the saved notes i had from survivors have been lost. i still, however, had access to the go-fund-me links, which are listed below. the stories of those seeking help are also shared there.

this is a devastating period for all human beings. listen and pay attention. the world is changing.

please, please, please share to continue to support those suffering!

"Hello friends!

🍉I am Mahmoud Ayyad, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza 😭😭, coming from a family of young children, women and elderly ❤❤ who have been suffering😭😭 for 300 difficult days of an aggressive war. Our lives are harsh because we lack all the basic necessities of life. Everything has become scarce and difficult to obtain. There is no food, no water, no medicine.

So, I ask you to help me keep my family safe and alive, especially after we lost all our sources of livelihood.

Please do not leave my family to struggle and suffer these difficult days alone. You can support my campaign by donating whatever you can or by sharing my posts to reach others who can help us survive the war to safety and peace. You are helping the lives of many people with your small contribution. ❤❤🍉🍉

Every donation makes a difference in our very difficult lives. But this is a legitimate campaign and has been checked by 90-ghost" - @mahmoudayyad

"Hello my dears! I, Asmaa, ask you to support my campaign to help me reach my goal. 🙏 I am now in desperate need of your support to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place, both in terms of living standards and souls. I need your financial support so that I can get the basic needs of my family. Please help a family survive through your small donations or through your shares to others. And reblog. The campaign is going very slowly. 🙏🍉💔 This donation drive was verified by: @90-ghost" - @asmaamajed2

"Hello 🖐

I am aya living in North Gaza with my three children, and we are facing starvation in the northern region. We have moved more than 13 times trying to find a safe place, but there is no safety anywhere.

I am asking for your help to protect my children and get us out of this imminent danger😥.

Your donations and sharing of my story will greatly contribute to our survival.🙏🙏" - @ayaalanqarsblog

"Hi 👋

I am writing to u with a heart full of hope and faith , asking for your urgent help .

We are a family living in harsh and difficult conditions due to the war, suffering daily from fear and destruction. And Iam running a fundraising campaign to save them 🕊️.

Plz🙏 could u reblog the post about my campaign on my account!? Every share and reblog can make a difference in my family lives.I humbly request a donation of 5$ or more if you can my friend and if u can’t just support us enough for me.🌹

In conclusion, my family and I thank you foor yours kind attention to our message.❤️🌺 🍉" - @samerpal

"Hello, I am Bashaer from Gaza. my husband was muttered in the brutal war. When I was pregnant , after few months I was born my daughter in the war. She is 3 months old now, She become an orphan.

Can you help me ?🙏save my life and my family from the genocidal war and the threat of death that haunts us every minute? Let us survive to safety. If you are able, donate, publish the link, and share with friends

Please donate" - @bshaeromars-blog

"Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏 Thank you." - @ahmed-mohammed1

Found via Tik tok:

"Hi, I am Ayoub, a Palestinian father from Gaza. I write this letter with a heavy heart and fear for my children and family. We live in indescribable conditions, where obtaining food has become difficult, and safety is a distant dream. 💔😢 Our home is no longer safe, and my children wake up every day to the sounds of war, wishing only for a day of rest, play, and the normal life that every child in this world deserves. I don't ask for much, just a chance for life, for me and my children, away from this hell. 🙏🏻😭 Anyone who can help, please help me secure a decent life for my family, whether by providing food and medicine, or by giving me a chance to leave Gaza and live in a safe place. 💔🍉 Any support, any word, any action could mean the difference between life and death for my family. 😢💔🙏🏻 From a broken heart, but filled with hope, please save our lives. Ayoub - Gaza" - @ayoobetshaa-1

"Hi Dear, I apologize for bothering you, but I hope you can help me. We are living in hell in Gaza. There is no safe place to live. We are exhausted from hunger and fear. We cannot sleep from the intensity of the pain. We fear that we will die at any moment. We find our children trembling with fear and hunger. Everything is expensive. Any donation you give is important to them. I appeal to you with your humanity to donate to me and my family who are in need. I am the sole breadwinner for my family. My father is elderly and unemployed. We lost our home in the war and I lost my job as well. A donation of $10 would help us a lot." - hamad494

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jjk or aot men as "sinners" vampires trying to lure you outside...???

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Urgent appeal for help 🙏🥺🥺🥺

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #538)

Update// Israel will occupied the rest of Gaza and will have no place to go to. Also hunger is killing us slowly here. Can you imagine that the flour is 600$ for one bag. My family is 8 person and now we don't find anything to eat please help my family and support us. Everything is so expensive and unbelievable 💔💔💔.Guys we need you in this harsh conditions I'm begging you. 😭😭

I’m Inge Kassab 22, dental student in Alazhar university Gaza, I have finished three years of my studies at the university and unfortunately my university has completely destroyed due to the war in Gaza and I can’t go abroad the city to continue my studies because all boarders around us were closed and I forced to live her under bombing.

For almost a whole year and half I have been living in Gaza, where wardestruction and chaos spread everywhere in Gaza.

I am currently in Deir El Balah after I have displaced from my city Gaza , trying to save money to rebuild home to live in a safe place with my family. My father is an old man who lost his work and my mom also lost her work. I need you to support me and my family to build our life again.

Because of the war, it has become impossible to provide money to live, buy food, clean and drinkable water, and education here. This money will be used to provide what the war has destroyed for us, and also to provide a place to stay, especially since we are now approaching the winter season, where we need winter clothes, repair the damage to the house, and provide what protects us from the cold and hunger of winter.

Gaza has become a place full of destruction and is no longer suitable for any opportunity here. Diseases have spread in the Gaza Strip, especially those skin diseases for which there is no treatment due to the war. The water here has also become polluted water and has spread, and there is not enough food for everyone here.

I created this campaign to ask for help and support from you. As a human being who lived an entire year and half under the flames of war, destruction, and tragedies, I am addressing you and asking you for help, to help me get a chance to survive war, death, and hunger with my family, and to start from scratch. A new journey of living and recovering from those traumas and painful memories that we experienced in the war. So we stayed in the Gaza Strip under the genocide to live in difficult conditions and complete our studies with the least available means. Before the war began, I was at the beginning of the clinical stage and the beginning of my work on patients, but the war came and destroyed all my dreams, as I lost my university and my dental tools, which cost my father more than $1,000, and I lost my future. But now I am trying to return again in order to complete the number of study hours and graduate. Therefore, I need your help to complete what remains, as there is only very little left to graduate and go out to work and help patients.

This money will also help me to cover our living expenses and buy food in Gaza. Buying food and groceries in Gaza is something we cannot afford every day because of the high prices, and there is no opportunity to work here. The money will also be used to buy available cooking gas, wood and firewood which will also be used to provide fires for cooking and also to keep warm from the cold at night in the coming days.  Also I want to build my own clinic after graduation.

I hope you will hear my voice and help me get a chance to evacuate from here, and a chance to evacuate from Gaza if we can . 🥺❤️

So Please Help Me to Put (Dr.) before my name please make this post viral 🥺❤️‼️

Inge Kassab.

Please help here

or directly here

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Updated 😩

welcome to my blog <3

about me!

who am i: hiiii, my name is alex (short for alexia) - whichever you prefer is alright with me - i love love writing so much - i'm very wordy and will go on forever if i could so sorry in advance about that - back when i was 15, i wrote an edward elric x reader on wattpad called "the empath alchemist" that i never finished lmao oops - i was famous on tik tok in 2020 for making skits for the mha fandom - i hope to one day publish my own book - my official writing blog for poetry and other short works is called imagineurwrld!

about me: 20, rising junior in college, english & theatre double major, jjk has taken over every aspect of my brain but now i peep that there's a shortage of fairy tail fics and it's evil

top 5 fav anime: jjk, aot, fmab, banana fish, soul eater

about my blog!

what fandoms do i write about ? : JJK, aot, mha, fairy tail

what do i write about ? : angst, fluff, & occasional smut

what is my style of writing ? : x reader short fics & series & aus

characters i write for:

JJK: gojo, geto, choso, nanami, toji, sukuna AOT: levi, eren, armin, reiner, jean, connie MHA: deku, bakugo, todoroki, fatgum, mirio, dabi fairy tail: natsu, gray, sting

rules!

i won't write about minors [only exceptions would be if the character is of age & i am writing about the past/flashback/etc: NO SMUT]

i will not write about anything unethical (non-con, underage, etc.)

my writing focuses mainly on afab readers

be respectful, kind, and inclusive

thank you so much for checking out my page! i am so excited to share my writing with you, and i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoy creating it!

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haven’t seen fairy tail yet but it’s an absolute YES on the aot and mha fics!

fairy tail is so peak but say no more🤭

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“pretend i’m a random girl”

choso x reader

Choso is blinking at you slowly, dazed by your petty eyes and the way your lips move so quickly to tell him whatever you just told him. He wishes he heard, but he’s not entirely paying attention to what you’re saying. He’s smitten, distracted solely by the vision of beauty before him just as he is any time you speak.

So when you rush in toward him to throw your arms around his neck and bring your lips close, he does not hesitate to secure your waist and lean into your kiss. His eyes close immediately and his palms slide up your back as he kisses you, but he is terribly confused the moment you rip away and gape as if as if you’ve just caught him ripping a limb from his body.

He chases your lips slightly only for you to lean further away with a scoff and push his arms off of you. You step back, and the brunette frowns.

“Choso!” you cry, offended, and now his befuddlement doubles.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“You were supposed to dodge me! Is that really what you’d do if a girl was coming onto you?”

He furrows his brows, hands stalling in the air where he once held you. Subconsciously, he goes to reach for you again but you step back once more. The diamond eyed curse’s pout deepens, for now he appears to you like a wounded puppy.

“Love, why are you moving away from me?”

“Why are you getting closer?!”

“Because you leaned in for a kiss? And I wanna kiss you back?”

Your hands grip your hair in frustration. “No, Cho! You’re not supposed to do that!”

“Why not? What did I do?”

“You’re supposed to act like I’m another girl trying to hit on you! Were you even listening when I said that?”

He wasn’t.

“Um... why would I want to pretend like you’re another girl?”

“I just want to see how you’d react,” you sigh.

“I wouldn’t like it. I only want you.”

“But you still kissed a random girl!”

“I kissed you.”

“Yeah and I’m supposed to be a random girl coming onto you, Cho!”

He tilts his head. “That’s ridiculous. I can’t look at you and picture someone else. I wouldn’t even dream of something like that.”

Your shoulders slump in defeat. “But it’s not real. It's just a trend I wanted to try.”

“A trend?”

“On social media. Girls tell their boyfriends to show them what they’d do if another girl were hitting on them.”

“Oh,” the pale skinned man still doesn’t quite understand, but he sees the disappointment on your face and at least understands that he doesn’t like when you’re upset. “Okay, wait. I’ll try again.”

You perk up. “Yeah?”

“Just… what is it I have to do again?”

You grow visibly excited. “Okay, okay. Pretend I’m a girl coming up to you at a party or something."

“Alright… where are you in this situation?”

“I’m not there.”

“Why not? I’d never go to a party without you.”

“It’s just for the bit, Cho! You’re alone and a girl tries to take advantage of that.”

Choso’s face scrunches, for he still can not take in your features and picture another woman. All he sees is you in all your beauty. “So…”

“Think fast! I'm a random girl!”

And in a split second, you’re coming at him again with outstretched arms and a flirty smile. Choso’s heart flutters, and with a mind of their own, his arms reach to embrace you again, but he pauses the second he remembers how you want him to react.

Rather rigidly, Choso ducks under your arms to rush to the opposite side, completely dodging your advances. Your arms drop and you turn back around with a grin on your face.

“You would just run away?” you fight off a giggle.

Choso shrugs stiffly and stands tall, cheeks dusted with a light pink. “What else would I do?”

“I don’t know, push her? Yell?”

“Well, I don’t wanna put my hands on her… I’d rather not talk to her either.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “You’re adorable.”

“…Are you you now?”

“No, we’re still at the party,” you tell him. You shift once again, throwing on a cheeky expression and sauntering your way back to him. “Hi, handsome.”

The brunette gulps, having a significantly hard time trying not to be affected by the way you’re coming onto him. “H-Hey,” he mumbles, looking away.

You gasp, breaking character. “'Hey?' 'Hey?!'”

“(Y/n), you’re killing me,” he groans. “This is really hard. You're too pretty."

“I’m not me!! You just called another girl pretty.”

“I called you pretty,” he clarifies rather sternly. Despite your goal here, he steps forward and leans down to peck your cheek, to which you roll your eyes as your face flushes.

"You're bad at this, baby."

"Hey," he huffs, offended. "I can't help being in love with you."

You soften. "It's sweet, though. But not sweet if I were someone else."

Choso almost chuckles at how seriously you're taking this. But hell, if it's serious to you, then it is to him. "Sorry. Go ahead," he nods, creating distance between you. and refocusing "One more time. I'll do it better."

"You've got one more chance, or else I'm gonna have to kill you."

"I don't want that," he says sincerely. "Okay... I think I'm ready."

He watches you immediately jump back into it with the flip of your hair over your shoulder and the sinking of your teeth into your bottom lip as you eye him up and down.

God almighty, why do you test him so?

"Hi, there," you coo, inching closer. "What's your name?"

"I have a girlfriend," he says swiftly.

"Yeah? Where is she now?"

"Doesn't matter. I have a girlfriend."

"What, and she doesn't let you have friends?"

He thinks he is succeeding, but you continue to press on. You lift a hand to graze his arm, but he is quick to tear himself away as though you've burned him, which he finds is one of the hardest things he has ever had to do.

"I don't need any more friends. I have my girlfriend. And she's super nice and beautiful and ten times the woman you are."

Choso thinks you'll throw something else at him, but you're quick to squeal and clap your hands happily. His brows raise when you leap up and secure your arms around his neck, smothering his cheek in loud kisses. "That was so good, baby!"

"Is this a trap?" he murmurs, hands hovering over you as sweat beads his forehead.

"No, no. It's me this time."

The brunette relaxes, hugging you snugly and melting into your affections. "Please don't make me do that again. I don't like pretending that anyone but you is interested in me."

"Okayyy, I won't torture you anymore," you beam. You pull back to plant a kiss on his lips, and Choso smiles warmly. "It's your turn now, anyway."

He hums, curious, distracted once more. "Hm? My turn for what?"

"To act like you're a random guy hitting on me!"

[alexiroflife]

Okay so here’s a thought - obviously I write mainly for JJK and I adore doing so, but I have like two AOT fics up and I wanna diversify my content a bit more bc there’s a bunch of other good fandoms I wanna write for😩

So if I wrote more AOT, some MHA, and perhaps a splash of Fairy Tail would yall be interested?? (I may just do it anyway tbh) lmk pookie wookies I yearn to make yall happy again

[alexiroflife]

this is a very real issue 💀

it’s CRIMINAL that there isn’t many fairytail fanfics like wym😣😣 fairy tail got some of the most DROP dead GORGEOUS men I’ve seen and only me and like 5 others are thirsting over them??💔💔

[alexiroflife]

hiii i hope you are having a great day/night :3!!! i just wanted to ask when will u be opening your requests? im absolutely inlove w your works and you write extremely well!!

hiii pookie! i'm having a great day thank you, i hope you are too!! my requests ARE back open!! but they will be tackled very very slowly because i'm working on finishing up some unfinished works and then getting to the requests that have been sitting in my inbox so please sit tight! but feel free to request whatever you would likeeee 👹👹👹

[alexiroflife]

Life or Death? ‼️

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We are victims of conflicts we never chose. We love life—deeply, desperately—as long as we’re allowed to live it. We don’t want war, we don’t want destruction. All we want is a future. A future for ourselves, for our children—a future like every other human being deserves.

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[alexiroflife]

"an angel restored"

part 2 of "a bird's song"

satoru gojo x reader

Synopsis: satoru brings you, his dead soulmate, to shoko in hopes of healing you.

to sum it up: you're satoru's soulmate, and a life without you is inconceivable

WC: 4,320

Warning(s): intense grief, mentions of death/reader death, angst to comfort

Satoru paces back and forth heavily, feet clomping against the marble floors as pearly white teeth nibble at his fingernails. His stomach is in knots, his eyes shot red from exhaustion, heartbreak, and mourning.

The image of you splayed out on the ground in a puddle of your own blood is ingrained in his head. He has not slept a wink for the past twenty-four hours, for the memory is too vivid. It is burned into his mind as something he is unable to forget, something that will never leave him.

His chest feels heavy as though something is weighing him down, crushing into his windpipe. The anxiety bites away at him, spiking his heart rate and making him a restless mess. The strongest sorcerer of the modern age is at his very weakest, his most vulnerable, and if any of his enemies were made aware of his current state, they would surely swarm in to take advantage.

Nevertheless, Satoru would fight them off, crushing each cursed being within the very palms of his hands as he'd stare coldly into their eyes. For as long as it meant protecting you, giving Shoko enough time to work a miracle, saving you from further danger than you're already in, not a thought would cross his hurried mind before killing, destroying, or squashing any imposing threat.

Amid Satoru's stupor of unfathomable grief upon discovering your body, it dawned on him to rush you to Shoko. His mind was not in the right space, for he did not think to ponder how long your body had been laying lifeless there - a factor that would absolutely play a role in whether Shoko would be successful in healing and reviving you or not.

But Satoru did not care. The moment the thought crossed his mind, he was on his feet with you clutched to his blood-drenched chest and teleporting you into the RTC infirmary.

Satoru trembled when he made eye contact with the stupefied brunette, his entire body shaking in response to feeling your cold flesh against his. He could feel the lifelessness of you, and it made him nauseous and feral with unease. This was not you. This could not be you. Shoko had to fix you, and there was no other option.

There was no other solution to this predicament.

Satoru struggled to part with you as he brought you to a cold slab and lay you down on it gently. He stared down at your face, wounded. A hole resided in your lower right abdomen where you must have been struck the fatal blow, for you had lost a significant amount of blood as it stained the entire lower half of your body.

The blue-eyed sorcerer's lip trembled uncontrollably, hands twitching at his side to reach for you, but something within him stopped him. As though he was petrified.

The melody of a songbird rang throughout his ears like a piercing siren, like an auditory mockery of what the world has stripped from him, of how helpless it has left The Gojo Satoru.

His jaw clenched, his brows pinched, and a strained whimper was caught in his tight throat as he fought off the cries threatening to spill. His darling, his light, his angel had dimmed before him, and now he clings to his last chance, his last hope of holding onto you. Of getting his soulmate back.

Not once has Satoru confessed to being in love with you in all his years of devoting his heart to yours, and before, he did not feel that he needed to express so due to the strength of your connection. What was felt and shared between the two of you was so strong that it was unsaid, that it was felt radiating through the very core of the earth as though the universe itself brought the two of you to each other.

But now, that is all Satoru can think of - how he never told you the depth of his feelings. How he never got to feel the sweet softness of your lips, swimming into his, how he never got to whisper his intense adorations into your ear as the two of you entangled in one another's bare limbs in the stillness of dawn, how he never got to clasp your hand in his as he bent down before you on one knee and swore to serve you as a lifelong partner, as someone who would never let you get hurt.

But he did just that. He let you slip away from his sight. He let this horror happen to you.

And Christ, if nature willed you to enter his life and bring meaning to it, then it was only fair for it to return you to him to fulfill your fate. You are his. He is yours, and not even death is enough to disrupt the magnetic pull that keeps you both together.

Satoru's hands are stained for you. The world now quivers in fear for your sake. His occupation, his morality, his very livelihood are in jeopardy because of you, because Satoru would do anything to avenge your soul, to honor you in death when he could not in life. He is in trouble for his actions after taking you to Shoko, but he does not care. He would murder millions and call his work divine if he were doing so to keep you safe, to keep you loved, to keep you alive.

Your worth transcends morality, transcends the rules of the world in which he inhabits. He would die happily in your place if it meant seeing your breath restored.

Satoru is petrified. It has been over a day, and he still has not gotten word from Shoko about your state. He understands that he is asking a lot of the woman, but she grew up with you, him, and Suguru all the same. She witnessed firsthand the love you two hold for each other, and therefore, she knows that if this can not be done, the world will end for sorcerers and non-sorcerers alike.

Because Satoru's sanity and overall being begins and ends with you.

The ivory-haired man can not imagine it. He can not imagine never being able to gaze upon your breathtaking face again, never being able to hear the sweet, honeyed tone of your voice ramble away your thoughts to him, never holding your delicate hand in his palm again, feeling your skin warm against his as he guides you close by.

Your big (e/c) eyes swollen with passion and wisdom and enchantment. Your (h/c) hair that captures the light every time you step into the sun. The smoothness of your soft (s/c) skin. Your beautiful arms, your beautiful legs, your beautiful lips, nose, fingers.

The rumble of your bright laughter, the way you bare all your teeth and keel over in hysterics, gripping onto Satoru's thigh for stability. The dent in your brow when he has done something to aggravate you. The flush of your cheeks when his hand brushes the small of your waist, and the way you bashfully turn to look to the side to avoid further embarrassment.

The gentle, maternal manner in which you teach your students. Your thoughtful urge to bring Satoru treats from his favorite bakeries and sweet shops. And god, the unsaid affections that linger on your tongue when the two of you are alone in each other's company late at night, swapping secrets and fears and expressions of appreciation.

Satoru's heart pangs at the memory of you, the memory he so desperately hopes to be revived... to not be lost along with you.

It has barely been over a day, and it feels as though a part of him has hollowed, like a hole has punctured through his chest where his heart once was.

He is nothing without you. He needs you, his light, his love, his sunshine, his soulmate. A life without you is a life not worth living. You are everything. You are the earth, the moon, the stars, and Satoru's very reason for breathing.

So this has to work. It must, or else he will lose all sense of himself.

The sun has set once more, time melding into yet another night spent without you. Satoru is cold, stiff as he stares ahead in an empty daze. He sits in the hall on the floor, his back pressed against the wall beside the door that leads to his estranged heart.

The birds' chirping has ceased for the day, and suddenly he finds himself in complete silence.

It was never silent when you were around.

The immense pain that grips Satoru has seized him in a state of paralysis. He has not eaten, drunk water, or moved from this very spot for... he is not even sure how long now.

It's so cold without you. So grey, so vacant. He is surprised the world has dulled itself now, of all times, and not when he first found your body.

The fair sorcerer shivers once more. He is impatient. He is angry. He is devastated. He sifts between a range of emotions as he wastes away in this sterile, unfeeling hallway, awaiting his sentence. Awaiting yours.

He almost does not think that the sound of the metal door creaking open to his left is real until he hears a gentle call of his name fall from Shoko's lips.

His head snaps up, and when he examines her face, he is quick to snap out of it and scramble to his feet.

What is this excitement intermixed with dread? This terror flooding into hope? Despite being oblivious to whatever news he is preparing to hear, he is upright at the thought of you, at the long-lost sight of your friend that could either mean happiness or eternal damnation.

The said brown eyed woman appears exhausted. Dark circles encase her heavy eyes, and flyaways stick out from her normally shiny hair. Satoru sees the tireless work plain on her face, and he remembers how thankful he is to have such a talented, hardworking woman as a friend to him and to you.

Satoru studies her face closely, unable to even utter the words to ask about what she has to say. He stares at her wide-eyed with parted lips and a neck craned forward. He is on the edge of his seat, buzzing with anticipation and indescribable fear.

He worries for the worst. He stills at the notion that you could be truly gone, that Shoko did everything she could but to no avail. He awaits apologetic tears, a downcast gaze, or a weighted sigh, but none comes.

Instead, Shoko's lips press together in a pinched, relieved smile. Her eyes catch a look that Satoru has never seen before, one that she has likely hidden away time and time again in her line of work. Ever the stoic, indifferent woman, the fluorescent lights overhead glimmer in her gaze as she shares an unspoken affirmation with the man before her.

Satoru's heart jumps, for he confuses the flutter with an oncoming heart attack. He is still frozen as Shoko moves to hold the door wide open, standing to the side and practically inviting the six-eyed sorcerer inside.

The man's nose flares and a breath he did not know he had been holding leaves him.

He moves quickly, dashing into the room he had been kept from for what felt like eons.

He is suddenly breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he stops in shock.

You turn to look at him slowly, a thick blanket wrapped over your bare shoulders. The color has only just begun to return to you. You look so frail, but Satoru knows you are alive before him the moment your eyes lock with his, and the world goes mute.

Your face morphs with emotion, tears welling immediately in your eyes and face scrunching as you take him in.

And you're there. Real, in the very flesh he knows and loves all too well. His eyes do not dare rip from yours, for he momentarily thinks he is dreaming until the sound in the room returns when your chapped lips part to speak so gently, so wistfully, so frightened and yet reprieved.

"Satoru," you whimper.

And suddenly, the strongest sorcerer can breathe.

He trips over himself running over to you. A harsh vocalized gasp leaves him when his body meets yours, long arms encasing you tightly and pulling you into him as though he has been starved of you, which he has.

He feels you shake against him as a sob wracks your body, and he knows this is real. The scent of you, the feel of you, the warmth that was once lost to him.

Gojo's vision blurs over as he embraces you graciously, tilting his chin into your hair and screwing his eyes tightly. He heaves out a choked cry, blubbering to you as you cry into his chest, fingers clinging into the fabric of his clothing, afraid to let go.

There are no words for Satoru in this moment, none that could describe all that he is feeling. His heart is hammering into his ribs as he wraps you up into him, savoring your hold for all it is worth.

"Toru," you wail into him, shaking. All you can remember is the sharp pain that pierced through your body, the sensation of your own guts threatening to spill out, and a life with Satoru never lived flashing before you as everything went black.

You thought you were dead. You thought you would never see him again.

You cling to him harder, bawling, afraid to let go of what could have been lost to you. "T-Toru, I'm so sorry."

"Oh, (Y/n). Oh baby," he snivels, hardly able to breathe himself. He pulls back ever so slightly. You feel his hands move from around you to cup the sides of your head and sweetly urge you to look up. "Don't apologize to me. Please don't. Come here, pretty girl, let me see you, yeah? Let me get a look at your face," he wills in a broken whisper.

You oblige slowly, carefully peeling your head from his now-soaked shirt to look up at him. He hovers mere centimeters away from your face, his godlike nature captured by an ethereal sentiment: shiny tears streaking over his cheeks as he soaks in the sight of you.

He twitches, huffing out a short breath of disbelief. His crystal hues roam over your face, taking in every detail, every line, every lash, every tremble in your muscles. His large hands hold your cheeks safely, thumbs swiping over the dampness collecting in your eyes and smearing over your skin. Satoru shakes his head slightly to himself, the intense curve of his brows giving himself away.

You're alive. You're alive and restored to him. His nightmare is over.

"God, you're so beautiful," he weeps, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. The compliment makes you cry even harder as a brief, stunned smile catches Satoru's lips in between his tears. "You're gorgeous, (Y/n). I missed this face so much. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," you mewl. "I thought I lost you."

"I thought I-" Satoru is about to agree, but he can't bring himself to utter the words, to let what could have happened to you fabricate itself in such a joyful moment. The thought tears away at him, makes him ache, and he bites down on the inside of his lip to keep himself from spiraling. "I was so scared. I was terrified that I lost you too."

"I should've been more careful."

"No, no, no," he denies your guilt. "You did everything you could. I shouldn't have let you go in the first place. I had such a bad feeling and I - I let you," his heart clenches. "I always vowed to protect you and I broke that vow."

Your hands find his wrists as you hold them delicately, the very contact sending shivers down Satoru's spine. To have you back again, touching him, still does not feel real. "It wasn't your fault."

"It was, (Y/n). I'm the strongest sorcerer of the modern age and I couldn't save you. I should have stopped you. I should have talked to Yaga. I shouldn't have let you walk away, (Y/n). I'll never let you walk away from me again."

His voice is wavering, yet his tone is earnest, stern. There is such severity in his words, such unforgivable anger with himself, and such intense ardor for you. He reaches for you with his speech, latches onto you, embraces you with his soft, weak tone.

"That's not your burden, Toru. I was careless. Don't carry this weight. Please."

"You are my world, (Y/n)," he urges. "You are everything good in this world and in my life. You're the reason I wake up in the morning, the reason I go to work, the reason I fight, the reason I eat, the reason I breathe. You're my heart. You're - you're everything, and I let my reason for being slip through my fingers. You have to understand, this is my burden. I let you go. I'm not supposed to do that."

You blink up at him, frowning, heart swelling.

"Do you have any idea what went through my mind when I found you? Do you know what it felt like to think that I was never gonna see you again?"

You tighten your lips, glassy eyes holding his. "I do, Toru. I was so scared when it all happened. I was only thinking about you... about being away from you."

"Me too." Another shudder wrecks Satoru's body as he ducks down to press his forehead to yours. You close your eyes with a sigh. "Me too, baby. I was terrified. So terrified."

He ducks to press soft kisses to your cheek, cradling your head in his hands as saltiness catches onto his mouth. You whimper softly, leaning into him with yearning. The contact of his lips to your skin is cautious, sugary and thankful. You feel his love and his warmth as he presses into you as though you're nothing but a fragile piece of glass. He kisses your forehead once, then twice, then slowly moves to peck the bridge of your nose before landing back on your cheek. His kisses are pillowy, lingering reminders that he is here now, that you will never have to be alone in darkness again.

"I've got you," he murmurs when you begin to shake with a cry again, the tip of his nose dragging over your skin as his lips follow. "I got you. You're safe. It's just me and you. It always will be."

"I didn't mean to do this to you," you quiver. "I'm sorry."

"Shhh," his hush drifts into your ear. His hand goes to stroke your head, lashes fluttering. God, he's grateful. He's so grateful. "You have no reason to apologize. It's all over now. It's okay."

He kisses the crown of your head and pulls back to look at you again. The two of you are nothing but leaky, lovesick eyes and shallow breaths. "How are you feeling. sunshine? Are you hurt? Are you okay?" He looks down at the bandages around your midsection peaking through your blanket-shield.

"I'm fine, Toru," you want to dismiss him, too occupied by his very presence to worry about yourself.

"Are you sure? You'll tell me if anything's wrong, right?"

"Yes," you go to cup his face in your hands now. Satoru visibly relaxes, pupils dilating and heart buzzing as he takes in the familiar feel of your hands on his face. "I'm okay. I'm here."

You are here. As beautiful as the day his life ended.

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I'm here for good," you assure him in a hushed voice, the same voice both of you have been speaking in since he burst into the room. "Thank you for saving me."

"I didn't-"

"You did. You didn't give up on me. You brought me here even when it didn't look like I was gonna make it, and that's more than enough. Thank you, Toru. Thank you."

Satoru assumes you have spoken with Shoko before him entering, given the way you express knowledge of how close of a call this was.

"There was no thought in my mind, (Y/n). I had to try. That was the least I could do. I could never give up on you."

He brushes hair away from your face to kiss your forehead again. He looks at you, your doe eyes, and your trembling lips. He swoons.

"You're so pretty."

"Satoru, I just rose from the dead, naked," you find yourself chuckling dryly for a moment, unsure of how Satoru can see such beauty in such a drab circumstance.

"And you're so pretty. My pretty girl."

You flush, for his pet names for you never cease to make you nervous. "Toru..."

"You're the most beautiful woman to walk this earth. You know that?" he stares into your soul, void of his usual mischief. He is completely, utterly serious as he presents his vision of you, enamored. "So smart, and compassionate, and lively, and funny, and kind, and so beautiful. You are breathtaking to me."

His earnestness makes you shift. Whatever is left of your smile falls as his speech envelops you. Satoru has always showered you with compliments and affections, but never in such a way, never as sincere as he appears before you now.

There is something weighing on him. You can tell. It is burning him from the inside out as he continues to look at you as though in awe. His snowy lashes flutter, pink lips releasing soft exhales, and his brilliant eyes hypnotize you as they always have. You can not handle the way he looks at you with such intensity, as though you are the only person to exist in his eyes.

He feels the restoration of his soul the longer he looks at you and soaks you in. He feels nature piecing the two of you back together, reuniting soulmates momentarily parted by brief tragedy.

The room livens, and a song twinkles its way into his mind and his heart. A light, frilly tune chirping away, leading Satoru back to the early mornings he lay wide awake, and the moment he first lay eyes on you almost twenty years ago.

He hears it, the song of the dawning sky. He hears the birds chirping again as they bring you back to him. He hears the song of his love for you.

And he can not contain such bliss in experiencing you any longer.

"I love you," he breathes. The confession lingers in the air, embedding itself into the shocked silence. Your brows lift, and your eyes catch even more light, which Satoru had previously doubted was possible. He lets the words sit for a moment, reveling in them and what it means to verbalize them to you. "I have loved you from the moment I met you, (Y/n). You're my person. I can't imagine a life without you. I love you. I love you more than anyone could love anything."

And you know this. You've known it for years, but hearing him say it out loud has your stomach swarming with butterflies and your ears ringing. The world's most beautiful man, its most sacred treasure, and your very heart and soul in human form professed his love for you, and you can do nothing but stare.

"I don't ever want to be away from you again. I'll go wherever you go. My life started with you, and I intend to end it with you, too. I love you."

The tears are coming again, but you do not fight them. You let them take you as Satoru overwhelms you with the love you always knew you shared.

You inhale shakily, searching all through his dark eyes. "I love you too," you sigh as if the proclamation is as easy as breathing. "I always have. You're my soulmate, Toru. There's never been anyone else for me. I wanna stay by your side forever."

With that, vibrant color pours into the bland room. A symphony of pigment over canvas splatters about. The far-off mountains sing and the stars twinkle in delight at their destined pair.

Satoru's world rebuilds itself before his eyes. You glow in his vision, serving as the very source of all the color he sees and the music he hears. His vision is blurred again as joy overcomes him, for he is whole.

"My baby," he whispers, guiding himself slowly into you, palms brushing your jaw as you hold his own. "I love you so much. Thank you for coming back to me."

"I'll always find my way back to you, my love."

He seals your promise with a warm kiss. His lips touch yours softly, pushing in ever so slightly and breathing you in. Goosebumps sprout over your skin, and a large hand slides to cup your chin, holding you to him. You both hum, enchanted, relieved, and pieced back together.

Shoko watches from afar, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. She breathes out a deep exhale and closes her eyes, satisfied that her hard work brought you back to them. Now, you all could rest.

She goes to close the door and step out for a much-needed smoke break to give the two of you some privacy with one another before she has to return. The two of you are none the wiser, encased in your own bubble of hushed decrees of everlasting love and prolonged, messy kisses.

A distant warbled song proceeds in celebration of the angel that has been restored to the earth and Satoru alike.

[alexiroflife]

"power"

MDNI, fluff in a sick way, suggestive themes, true form!sukuna, just another late night sukuna thought sigh... he's evil as fuck

ryomen sukuna x reader

Synopsis: sukuna is a being that encapsulates the very essence of power, and you are smitten.

to sum it up: a brief overview of how intoxicating sukuna's power can be

WC: 2,177

Warning(s): romanticization of evildoings, a splash of freakuna smut, the reader is morally nutty, vulgar / slightly gory themes

There is a reason why Sukuna is crowned as The King of Curses. The, with a Capital, emboldened, italicized T.

The salmon-haired demon is a vessel for unimaginable, indescribable power, for the sample of just one of his twenty fingers is enough to attract hoards of curses within a one-hundred-mile radius and inspire mass chaos.

Sukuna is the evil of all evil, the very incarnation of wickedness and arrogance and death and destruction. With the snap of his fingers, at the very height of his strength, cities cave in and civilians burn. Streams of fire and flame reign down atop dismantled rubble and debris. Sukuna may swipe his hand swiftly to the left, and a head will sever itself with an invisible wire, toppling down from the victim's neck and rolling in a blood-splattered path to the devil's feet.

And as the horrified screams of witnesses arise, a dastardly smile curls its way onto his lips, twisting his features and baring his sharp canine teeth.

He revels in it. He revels in the raw, unbridled thrill that his actions inspire. The shrill cry of the mourning, the shrunken, shaky pupils of the petrified, the showers of blood that rain down over city streets at his will. He breathes it in, savors it, basks in the glow of his carnage, and finds himself vainly proud of his work.

He will take a bow for his audience of toppling skyscrapers and shrieking air raid sirens, a rumble of unhinged laughter fluttering through the smoggy air from his throat. His crimson eyes will glow, shining with enchantment and hunger for more disaster, more destruction, more of him strewn about the atmosphere. Sukuna basks in the aftermath of his rampages, soaking in the immense and almost unfathomable damage that he causes. That he has the ability to cause.

The salmon haired curse will breathe in deeply, sucking in all the air, and exhale in satisfaction of his unfathomable power.

There is nothing in this life or any other without power, and Sukuna faithfully believes in this sentiment. He admires strength, he seeks strength, and he embodies strength as well as the control that comes with remarkable levels of it.

And with this control, with this strength, and with this power comes those who envy it, those who fear it, and those who worship it. The latter is the very reason as to why Sukuna's name has reached every corner of the earth in every timeline. In his prime, Sukuna was a ruler, a king, Power incarnate. He is the curse of all curses, and because there can never be another Ryomen Sukuna, those who either lust over or quiver under his skill flock to serve him.

Sukuna remembers the rule of court, the vast number of servants and concubines at his disposal. Hell, to this day, he still looks to Uraume and sees what unyielding loyalty and respect can come from the power that he harbors. Sukuna could not ever possibly forget the influence of his skill, for it follows him into every time and into every place and into every stunned reaction he gets when sorcerers or non-sorcerers alike bear witness to his greatness.

A being like this has no humility, no empathy. Sukuna does not know what it is to lose, what it is to feel small, for he is by far one of the most powerful entities to roam the earth. He knows no struggle to survive.

And above all, a being like this does not know what it means to be undesired.

Women especially adore Sukuna for his talents, for power is an incredible aphrodisiac. It inspires the feminine urge to be dominated, to be led, to be protected. It breeds fantasies of lavish lives spent by his side, of living worry-free, solely to cater to a king's demands. Sukuna is attractive in an intimidating way, for his true presence is alien-like and massive yet enticing and intriguing. He is all muscle, strange, alluring demonic marks imprinted about his tan skin, and piercing eyes red as blood. He is wild hair, doubled limbs, and a seductive horror to look at but it is impossible to look away.

Back in the Heian Era, Sukuna had his fun with countless groveling, needy women. He would use them, soak up their lascivious affections, then throw them to the side to make room for more. To be a concubine for Ryomen Sukuna a millennium ago was considered a prize, but now, he does not think of them. For no amount of drooling from women could amount to the way you treat him.

And you... well, how would Sukuna describe you.

You are just as desperate as his old concubines, he would say, but you are proud in your desperation. The demon, in all his years, has never encountered a woman so devoted, so attached, so completely intoxicated with her love for him. Uraume would even agree, for you are head over heels enamored with the King of Curses, and he is sure that his power is one of many reasons to blame for your obsession.

And yes, you would admit so freely. There is something about his otherwordly spirit that draws you to him like a moth to a flame. You should have been scared of him after witnessing the horrors that he can commit, but instead, you would watch him lay siege to an entire city and feel your knees wobble in response.

Not out of fear, but of astonishment and hunger. He possesses skill that you have never seen anywhere before in your entire life, and though he puts that skill to heinous use, you don't care. You fawn over him, his mercilessness, how he can wipe out buildings and people alike with such ease, how a simple look into a victim's direction can send them screaming and begging for mercy, how even against the mightiest foe, he prevails, unscathed, undefeated.

God, you ache for it - for the most powerful of all time to tame you, to rattle you, to bore his eyes into your very soul and pick you apart from the inside. You want him to toss you about with his four burly arms yet seize you possessively as you watch the world burn at his hand. You want the thrill, the uncertainty, the flutter in your stomach paired with the anxious thumping of your heart when he'd gather you up with one hand and throw you over his shoulder, carrying you to your fate of punishment. You want him to put you in a your place, you want to please him, you want to stick beside him as his power reigns down over everyone beneath him.

How you love his strength, how you love his indifference, how you love the thought that he could break you at any second but would never dare to, not the way he would do so to others in an instant.

Sukuna, in turn, takes you very seriously because you do the same to him. You are his one. You exhibit fierce loyalty to him as if it's your calling, and Sukuna applauds that about you. In fact, it turns him on. The way you stare up at him with those big (e/c) eyes as bloody hands tug you to his chest by your waist, orbs twinkling with delight in awe. The way you praise him, follow him around, touch his arm, his face, and whatever it is he has resembling a soul.

You are stupid in loving him, and he likes it. He likes how unapologetic it makes you, how beautiful you look adoring him.

Fire rages in the background, sirens wailing and civilians sobbing as the two of you sway in each other's arms on the highest rooftop of the one tall building still standing.

You giggle as Sukuna raises your hand high in his to twirl you about, catching you by the small of your back and dipping you over the ledge. You squeal with glee, hair whipping about in the wind as lights the size of dots dance beneath you from the streets. Sukuna surveys you in this position, how close you are to death, safe only by his hold, and how you do not mind.

You look thrilled, a beam as bright as the sun gracing your face and your neck craning to tilt your head back even further, a freeing energy capturing your essence as your thigh hikes up to hook over his torso. He catches it, and bubbly laughter sprinkles from you again. You lift your hands from his shoulders and into the sky, closing your eyes and taking in the high breeze.

You're crazy, Sukuna thinks to himself as his lidded eyes mull you over. You are absolutely insane, inching yourself closer to a more than deathly fall by placing all of your trust in him, but it's not just that. You love this feeling, the risk of a lethal fate. You love the notion that it would only take one wrong move to let you go flying, plummeting down for what would feel like decades toward the concrete. You especially love that it is Sukuna controlling these stakes, holding you, dangling you, and god, you are fucking crazy but that is exactly what the demon loves about you.

He loves your nonsensical sense of adventure, your carelessness of death or life, your eagerness to place your life in such tainted hands. He loves how twisted your desires are, how you so long to be dominated by such an evil presence, to be enveloped into his chaos. It makes him yearn. It makes him crave you. And he does not know why, what it is about you that numbs him in turn.

Silently, slowly, like the tail of a venomous snake slipping around the abdomen tightly, Sukuna swoops his neck down to capture your lips in his. You immediately moan sweetly, flinging your arms up around his neck as he suspends you into the air, a pair of arms keeping you close to his bare chest and the other gripping your head. Your legs are around his side, locking as he ravages your mouth, slipping his tongue into your own and swirling about. You let it overpower yours as you let him take you in this kiss, his leg propping onto the ledge as he holds you for dear life over it.

You feel as though you are floating, gliding through the clouds as your lips tango with hell, and oh, how your heart lurches, your stomach flutters, and your legs shake. You are pathetic with desperation as Sukuna's teeth clash into yours, as a hand moves around your neck to keep your lips connected, to allow him to tilt his head and smother his lips into yours deeper, harder.

Clouds of smoke and the scent of ash dance around you, distant screams filling the tragic ambience. Both of you swoon.

It does not take long before Sukuna's lips are crushing down over your neck and ripping into your chest once they pop free from yours. Your jaw falls open as you help him tear your shirt apart as best as you can. Hot red marks sear into your skin, and Sukuna makes you hold his gaze as his fingers rush to your pants.

"Hold on as tight as you possibly can," he says, one set of arms holding you while the other strips you free. "Do not dare look away from me."

You nod dumbly, cloudy eyes stuck to his. You're so obedient. Desperately, dementedly compliant and Sukuna feels himself fall for you all the more, the animalistic urge to take and own you surging through his veins and down to his crotch.

You blink and suddenly, you're rounds of pounding in, head flopping about as Sukuna slams up into you, bouncing your body down onto his cocks mid-air. Your nails dig into his skin hard enough to draw the blood trickling down his back, your brows pinch upward, and your teary eyes hold his just like he had ordered them to. He growls, grunts, fucking tears his eyes away to duck down into you and bite down onto your neck. You scream, your cries of pleasure surging into the night sky above you and out across the wasted city, and you chant his name like it's the only prayer you know, leaking and clenching tightly around his monstrous girths.

Power. It is a dangerous thing. The power Sukuna holds over the world, over you, and the power you in turn have over him.

You would let Sukuna doom you, having spent a happy life of being in his presence. You would let him ruin your life, curse you, kill you, and you don't mind. You love him like he hung the moon and the stars, like he granted you life itself.

And Sukuna, the most powerful curse to inhabit the planet, the most evil entity that this universe could conjure, loves you and your fierce, brainless allegiance all the same.

[alexiroflife]

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

[alexiroflife]

just some of the love you guys have been giving me ya'll are so sweet and funny and kind and UGHHHHHH i missed everyone and i missed writing 🥹🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much for the messages pookies