#basically no plot but i'm too tired and stressed for plot so

[satoruxx]

PARACOSM OF THE GODS.

PAIRING: gojo satoru x f!reader, geto suguru x f!reader | 11.5k words

SUMMARY: ok here we go, canon au, angst, fluff, best friends being in love, stsg being whipped but unable to express it, reader is clueless as usual, timeskips, canon compliant deaths, bittersweet, longing, mutual pining, emotionally stunted teens, dad!gojo makes an appearance, hopefully that’s it i'm tired of typing

RHEYA'S NOTE: highkey lowkey stressed posting bc this has been sitting in my wips for 4 years now. i honestly didn't have to add much to it i basically just proofread. but yeah when you maladaptive daydream and create a plot where you're a character in jjk and you're also in love with gojo and geto this is what happens. a little sad to let this go but it's time !! plus i can add more parts later. but anyways pls lmk what you think, i'm super curious to know <33

i. the unknown

satoru's first impression of you is anything but kind.  

his words come casually, free into the wind without care, and they aren't meant for you to hear. instead, they fall only to suguru's ears, evoking a deep chuckle and a slight shake of his head. his bangs swish a little with the movement, but satoru is too busy eyeing you over the frame of his shades to notice. 

you're lucky to have not heard it, because the intent with which it was said would have probably made your brow tick with frustration. he says it without a thought, as if he hasn't the slightest bit of interest in you as hints of arrogance fill his tone. 

"who's the rookie?" 

satoru and suguru sit outside against the patio railings of the classroom they had chosen for the day. it overlooks the grounds of the school, where they have a clear view of who approaches the main entrance. suguru absentmindedly clicks his lighter—shoko had gone to get another pack of cigarettes. 

it is from this higher point that they have a clear view of you. you're so obviously new to this, satoru thinks as he watches how you awkwardly stand in front of yaga sensei. 

he already wants to label you as a side character. it's mean, he realizes—cruel even, but he can barely bring himself to care. 

"yaga sensei mentioned that there'd be a new student joining us this week," suguru says, fingering the bangs hanging in front of his eyes. they roam over you with only slight interest before uttering your full name, just as his teacher had said it.

satoru repeats it with a hum. "not a big name or anything. a small-sized family of sorcerers i think." he shrugs carelessly. "but honestly i never really paid attention to all those stupid clan and jujutsu family lessons." 

suguru only responds with a good-natured chuckle, tearing his eyes away from the scene to look at his friend. "no shit." 

the two sit in quiet silence, watching yaga's lips move in structured, emotionless greetings as he shakes your hand. satoru is especially focused on the hunching of your shoulders and the way your eyes nervously dart around. 

suguru is the first to interrupt the peace. 

"maybe she's strong?" 

"are you kidding?" satoru scoffs as he stands up straight, shoving his fists into his pockets. he turns his nose up slightly. "that's not the attitude of someone who's confident in their abilities." 

ii. routine 

"can i ask you guys a question?" 

a cool breeze tickles your skin, goosebumps rising in its wake, and you suppress a shiver. the smell of the air tells you winter is fast approaching. 

"you just did," satoru hums, his snowy hair splayed out against stems of green grass. suguru's chuckle reverberates deep in his chest, and you have to push back an exasperated smile. 

"another one then," you press, leaning over satoru's face to force yourself into his view. his blue eyes pierce through yours over the dark-rimmed frames of his glasses, and even after seeing them so many times, they still feel as dominating as the first. he hums again, and you take that as your cue. 

"what did you first think of me when we met all those months ago?" 

satoru sits up quickly, and you can already feel your shoulders dropping when you catch a glimpse of the teasing smirk on his lips. he shifts so that he's directly facing you, leaning close so that the two of you are barely a palm's distance from one another. 

"thought you were an annoying little rookie~" he sings and you immediately shove at his shoulder.

"'m not a rookie anymore," you huff, and satoru laughs joyously. suguru only grins, his eyes darting between the two of you happily. satoru moves himself into a proper sitting position, digging his long fingers into your bag of chips and popping one into his mouth. you swat at his hand, even though you don't mean it, because though you complain about gojo satoru all the time, you would give him the whole world if you could. 

you and satoru take turns reaching into the bag. you wonder if the sound of crunching disturbs suguru. he's not asleep—he's just doing that thing where he keeps his eyes closed and escapes to his own land of tranquility. you'd like to give him as much peace as you can, so you stay quiet. satoru does too, but you think that's just because you aren't talking to him. 

the quiet is nice when you're with them. sometimes silence makes you feel alone—paranoid. it feels like there is some impending doom hovering over your shoulder, and all you can do is wait for it to come. but with them it is different. you know that any danger in the quiet will be caught by the two of them. maybe that's why it's so easy to let your guard down around them. you trust that they won't let you die.  

"i thought you were weak," satoru pipes up after a few minutes of silence. "you didn't seem like you were confident in your abilities, and that's a sign of weakness." 

after spending so much time with satoru and suguru, the word weak has permeated almost every one of your conversations. later you learned how much more significant it was for them to label someone as strong. you chase after the word—crave it.

"and turns out that wasn't true." suguru adds with a smile, his head leaning back against the trunk of the tree. his eyes are still closed serenely and you wonder if he can feel the way you're gazing at him. 

"yeah and now you act like some big hotshot," satoru grumbles, as though he doesn't want to admit to his old mistake, but you can hear his smile. it annoys you, the way his once degrading little nickname has now somewhat turned into a term of endearment. you would rather die than admit that you like hearing him say it. 

"well, I'm glad that i was able to prove you both wrong."

the conversation ends there. 

shoko returns a few minutes later, tossing you a can of soda and suguru a pack of cigarettes. as soon as she sits down in her spot under the tree you're forcing your head into her lap and kicking your feet onto satoru's legs. you ignore his complaints, because you know that in just a little bit he'll quiet down and his hand will rest over your ankle, fingers soft but firm. they'll occasionally drum some rhythmic tune, or draw nonsensical patterns against your skin.

shoko's fingers thread through your hair, just like they always do, and you know that in a few minutes you'll doze off in her lap, just like you always do. it's clockwork, this thing that you have with them. they make the days keep going—time doesn't stop for you. 

a part of you wishes you could freeze time at that moment. 

but you can't. 

iii. halcyon

"hey suguru?"

"hm?"

"how come you always do your hair the same way?"

suguru glances up from his book. he's seated at your desk, and for a minute, the breeze pushes your curtains so that they block your view of him. satoru groans lightly from your left, turning on his side to snuggle deeper into your pillow, and slumber overtakes him once more. him and shoko remain quiet, faces free of worry as they dream in a land that is so unlike the real world you live in.

"what do you mean?" suguru asks in response to your question. he has an amused smile on his face as he places his book on your desk, though his thumb and pointer finger keep his page.

"well…" you suddenly feel stupid for asking, but he's looking at you so intently now. "you have such nice hair. you could style it in so many different ways."

"are you saying you don't like my hair the way it is?" he frowns.

"no no!" you scramble, shaking your head emphatically. quite the opposite actually you think he's so so attractive—how on earth did you screw this up so badly? "that's not it i just—"

he laughs, tilting his head fondly. "i'm just messing with you, hotshot."

you blanch, before crossing your arms with a huff. "asshole…"

he chuckles, before lifting a calloused hand up to finger the tie that holds his hair in a bun. he glances back at you, before a michevious smile settles on his face. he gives the tie one sharp tug, and the bun falls away. black hair drops, resting on his shoulders, and you stare at him—oddly parched. wind brushes through the open window, tickling your curtains, tickling his now open hair. you had seen his hair down before, of course. in the few seconds after a sparring session when the bun had gotten loose, or when too many strands escaped the tie and fell in front of his face (he always pushed them away with an agitated huff). but now he looks different—good, you realize. he looks good.

"how should i style it then, hotshot?"

his question shakes you out of your daze. you hum in contemplation. "i don't know."

he laughs quietly, as to not wake the other two. "didn't you just say there were so many ways to style it? enlighten me then," he teases, reaching over to grab a small scrap of paper from your desk. he slots it where his fingers are holding place, and then closes the book. he swivels in the chair to face you completely, rolling over so that he's right in front of you.

"well…" you start, biting your lip in thought. "a ponytail maybe?"

suguru bunches his hair into his fist, holding it up against his head. "and? how do i look?"

you grin, eyeing the new style with a stifled laugh. "fantastic."

he laughs again, louder this time, before dropping his hand.

"it looked good though!" you laugh and he rolls his eyes fondly.

"yeah yeah," he dismisses with a wave of his hand. he looks back at you, eyes tracing over your hair before he grins wide.

"i like yours."

you blink. "mine?"

"the way you did your hair today," he points to the half up-half down style you've thrown together. a dark blue ribbon holds the hair in place—satoru had said it matched nicely with your uniform. suguru's eyes gleam as he appraises it. "it's nice. it looks really pretty on you."

something in your chest feels like it fell off a cliff.

"oh—" you stumble, before smiling at him because that's all you can do when he makes you feel like this. "thanks suguru."

"do mine like that," he says quickly.

once again, you blink owlishly and all you can manage is a stupid "huh?"

"do my hair like that," he repeats, getting up from the chair to sit at your feet, back towards you. he crosses his legs and puts his hands in his lap, patiently waiting.

"you can't do it yourself?" you tease, scooting closer to the edge of the bed.

"i can," he replies and you can hear the easy smile in his voice. "but i want you to do it for me."

"okay then!" you laugh before gently parting sections of his hair out. and then you work in silence, putting more effort into his hair than you've ever done with your own.

iv. fragility

"lady riko does not have any relations. when she was young, her family was involved in an accident…since then, i've been her caretaker. so please let her at least spend time with her fr—" 

"—so that makes you her family then." 

suguru's words seem to stun kuroi, the weight of riko's situation finally making itself clear as her face crumbles. 

"…yes." 

you listen to the way her voice wobbles, and try to suppress the poisonous lump forming in your throat. 

"then we do everything we can to make her happy," you say solemnly, leaving no room for argument. suguru seems to agree and says nothing—some deeper part of you feels something more than thankful towards him. 

"you're awfully sensitive for a jujustu sorcerer, you know that?" satoru comments offhandedly. you turn to look at him, meeting his piercing gaze over dark rims. 

"maybe," you concur. "is that considered weak?" 

satoru seems to ponder his answer, before shrugging, a light smile on his face. "to some people, maybe." 

you manage to smile back, and he takes in the expression with an odd look on his face. "say what you want, satoru. but you agree with me, don't you?" 

he looks away, eyes gazing out to the distance where you know riko is currently in class with her friends, trying to live the life she wants, and something in them softens considerably. 

"we'll do things the way she wants us to." 

it's one sentence, said without a smile or laugh, but hearing it fall from satoru's lips makes you beam at him. 

that's just your kindness, isn't it, satoru?

your heart leaps when you notice the tips of his ears tinge with rouge. 

v. longing

riko's hand is warm against the coolness of your fingers. your body feels hyperaware of your surroundings, toes deep in hot sand and salty air sticking to your skin. for some odd reason, you can't seem to relax. unconsciously, you tighten your grip around the young girl's palm. she glances up at you, but when you look down at her, she's wearing the biggest smile you've ever seen. 

satoru's presence makes itself known behind you—his shadow looms over yours in the sand. "it'll be fine," he says.

you can't see his face, nor can you see suguru who stands at his side, but your shoulders drop slightly, and you find yourself smiling back at riko. 

"i'm getting in the water!" she squeals eagerly, before dragging a helpless kuroi with her. satoru laughs—a clear, pristine sound—and follows after her. you watch the three of them with a fond smile, something akin to content settling deep within you.  

"and what are you planning on doing?" suguru asks. you turn to look at him, watching the way his heavy eyes stay focused on you. 

"hmm," you quirk a brow mischievously. "build sandcastles with me?" 

suguru blinks owlishly before he breaks out into a good-natured laugh. 

"deal." he walks closer to the water's edge, where the sand is damper, and crouches down. he turns to look at you over his shoulder. "don't make me do all the work, hotshot." 

you stand there, taking him in—really taking him in. he's just as clear as the sky behind him, and the sun shining on his face makes his smile glow. you want him to continue smiling at you like that well into the future. the waves crash onto the shore, as though the ocean is chasing his radiance, and an overwhelming feeling of unfiltered affection swells in your chest. 

your feet carry you forward, and you think that they might always lead you back to him. 

the sun rises as time passes, and occasionally you spare a glance at satoru and riko, who are screaming as they splash water at one another. and then you catch a glimpse of kuroi, who stands with her feet in the water, a soft smile on her face. 

and in that moment, nothing can be ruined. 

"what's wrong?" suguru's voice calls out, and you tear your gaze away from the others to look back at him. he stands behind you with two strawberry ice cream cones in his hands. 

"nothing," you hum, a serene smile on your face. "everything's perfect."

his eyes trace your face, stopping to linger on your smile, and they soften. "it is, isn't it?" 

he turns to the ocean, watching satoru and riko, and his eyes sparkle. "i hope it stays like this always." 

"me too." 

he bends down to take his place at your side before he hands you a cone. you take it from him. suguru's eyes drift away from you to look down at his castle. 

"i think it looks great," he expresses, before taking a lick of his ice cream. 

you roll your eyes with a huff. "yeah, because you made it look so nice. you're unnecessarily good at this, suguru." 

he laughs, waving his hand dismissively. "no no, we did it together! and yours is nice too!" 

"maybe," you grin, looking at his castle. "but yours is extra pretty." 

he smiles back, before pointing at a small hole in his sand tower. "see this room? it's yours." 

"mine?" you chuckle.

"yeah, all yours," he hums softly. "this is my castle and you get your own room." 

"oh? and why's that?" 

suguru's gaze lingers on you, and his dark eyes soften considerably. "because you'll always have a place in my home." 

you stare at him, speechless—something hammers away at the inner crevices of your chest. 

"and this one—" he points to another hole a few inches away from the first. "—is my room." 

"well in that case, that room is mine too!" you declare.

"what?" he barks out a laugh. "how does that work?" 

"well…" you grin at him, the sun burning into your cheeks. "because my home is wherever you are!" 

suguru's cheeky smile fades and his eyes widen. he looks at you, mouth agape, and you're about to say something else before sticky coolness trickles down your wrist. 

"ack!" you hurry to wipe away the strawberry ice cream dripping down your skin and you completely miss the red that creeps up his neck and seeps into his ears. 

vi. ice bath

shoko's fingers are unbelievably soft. you're grateful that you were unconscious through most of her procedures on your battered body—you don't think you would've handled the pain too well. she's quiet as she works over the large wound that now covers almost half of your torso. the man with the scar on his lip had done quite the number on you, and you don't think you'll ever forget the searing ache of his blade slicing through your flesh. he had left you in a bloodied pile, isolated, and you hadn't seen what had happened to suguru after the man shot riko. you could only lay there, vision swimming as a bitter taste filled your mouth—a reminder of the life you failed to protect.

the pain had been the only thing you could focus on, until satoru was on his knees at your side and tightly gripping your shoulders. your hazy focus was drawn to his lips as he spewed curses and insults at you. 

"why didn't you run away, you little shit," he had shouted, a feral look in his eyes. there was something different about him—a change in his very being that you could see even in the throes of death. "shoko's coming, do you hear me? for fuck's sake, keep your eyes open, hotshot!" 

you swore you saw his eyes shine behind that look of uncontrolled anger. he had been talking a mile a minute and your focus had waned until you could only see his lips move, no sound reaching your ears.

you've never thought satoru looked more godly than he did at that moment.

suguru eventually found his way into your field of vision—knelt at satoru's side. his large hand had squeezed your limp fingers in a death grip. he was sweating, and his eyes were darting back and forth between your pale face and bloodied torso, something akin to guilt swimming in them. you wished that you had the strength in you to squeeze his hand in return. the last thing you remember seeing is his dark hair falling in front of his face as he turned to shout at whoever was approaching.

now you're awake. disoriented and bleary, but awake, and all you can look at is the way shoko's bangs fall over her furrowed brows. she's taken care of the bleeding, and now all that's left is a dull throbbing, reminding you of how close you had toed the line with death. you don't know this yet, but the scar will remain for the rest of your life, and that dull throbbing will be a permanent reminder of your narrow escape. 

shoko hasn't said a word since she noticed your eyelids flutter open. you want to ask her so many things. important things that cannot wait: 

where's satoru? how about suguru? i saw them both. satoru's alive, right? and suguru, too? the man—with the scar. where did he go? he said that satoru—riko….where is riko? and—and kuroi…i—i..couldn't save riko. when did you get here, shoko? and why am i the only one who's being taken care of by you? 

you want to ask her. but she's making a very odd expression as her hands ghost over your body. you've never seen it before, this odd quirking of her lips. her teeth sink into the bottom one, and she chews and bites and nibbles like it's some kind of nervous tell. 

"shoko?" 

it's all you can manage to say—all you dare. your voice is dry, shaky, and sounds almost foreign to your ears. you're going to ask more, at least one of those thousand questions you had asked in your head earlier, but you don't get to because she speaks before you. 

"shut up," she spits, and the wobble in her voice has you pinching your lips shut and feeling closer to death than you did before. 

vii. acid rain

the sound of clapping is deafening. you don't think you've ever heard a sound so horrid in your life before, and you feel as though your ears are bleeding heavily. you can faintly make out the conversation between satoru and suguru, your ears struggling to pick out the tones of their voices. 

"no…" you hear suguru say quietly. "it doesn't matter if I'm fine…"

you can feel satoru's eyes roam over your motionless body, watching the way you gaze out into the crowd impassively. 

"let's get out of here, guys."

your feet carry you numbly, and you aren't aware of anything except the way riko's arm is swinging in front of you lifelessly. there are no mirrors around—no way of catching the track of tears cutting over your cheeks. the places where the salt touches burn like acid. you say nothing. 

satoru's gaze feels intrusive. he doesn't need to ask you anything—he just knows. it's like your body is radiating the emotions tumbling around in your gut. 

you're awfully sensitive for a jujutsu sorcerer, you know that?

"do you want to…kill them all?" 

the question stuns you, and for the first time, you can shake yourself out of your daze to look at satoru directly. blood is smeared over the left side of his face, cerulean eyes dimmed, as though something had pulled the shine out of them. red seeps into the fine hairs of his restless eyebrows. 

"right now, i probably wouldn't even feel anything," he continues, staring at you listlessly.

you think satoru might be feeling just as numb as you are. you don't know what happened to him yet. the last you had heard, gojo satoru had been killed by the man with the scar. he had boasted about it to you before he attempted to kill you too. but then satoru was at your side again, completely alive as he ran your battered body to shoko like a crazed man. 

you'll find out later who the man with the scar on his lip was, and what kind of legacy he had left behind. but for right now, all you see is a teenager with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and you know your answer.

satoru could help the pain go away; he'd be able to make the clapping stop—maybe then your ears wouldn't bleed anymore. but you couldn't ask that of him. 

"forget it. it's pointless," suguru mutters, and you're glad he's on the same page as you. not because any of these people deserve pity, but because satoru deserves a break—one less burden for him to carry. 

you hear suguru say more, but you can't focus. you continue to listen to the sound of the clapping, and once again lose yourself as you stare at riko's bloodied fingertips. 

"pointless, huh?" satoru mumbles in response to suguru's answer. "does there need to be a reason?" 

"of course. it's important," suguru's voice doesn't carry the same pleasant tone it always does. instead, it sounds strained, and tired beyond belief. unsure. "especially as jujutsu sorcerers." 

satoru doesn't respond, but you know that he's measuring the weight of his friend's words. that's how it was with the two of them. they both balance each other out—their moral compasses influenced by one another. but then you feel satoru look up from riko's body and turn to you. suguru follows suit, and before you can wonder why, it hits you: satoru had asked you both. 

you suck a deep breath in, feeling unusually breathless. the flesh of your stomach tingles with a painful reminder of what might've been, and you make up your mind. 

"killing them won't change anything," you say, breaking your silence. the tears on your cheeks have dried, but they leave a rigid trail in their wake—a trail that still stings. "let's just leave it at that." 

viii. fever dreams

satoru lies next to you. 

a few nights have passed since riko's death, and you've chosen to stay holed up in your room. you're not sure why—death has always played a big role in your life. you don't understand why it's different this time. 

tonight is different as well. while you've maintained a distance from everyone since that day, save for classes and passing by people on school grounds, today you've decided to let someone in. satoru's the lucky one, mostly because he would've pestered you until you opened your door for him anyway. 

it's strange though. he had knocked over and over, and when you finally opened up with a snappy jab at his annoying personality, he had brushed straight past you and laid across your bed. he hadn't said a word since then, and you've found yourself lying next to him in silence for quite a while. 

his hand stretches out in the darkness and you can feel his fingertips brush over the skin of your arm. it's delicate, like he's testing his limits, but you understand. it's just to ground himself—to know that you're still here, with him. to be sure that you're still alive.

you think the scar that goes down your body bothers him a lot more than it bothers you. 

"'m here," you mumble sleepily. your fingers reach up to bump against his knuckles, and you hear him inhale deeply. his voice is throaty when he replies. 

"i know." 

ix. doubt

satoru learns that you've never been kissed before and he teases you for it.

not in a mean way, but in a way that has your cheeks heating and your eyes avoiding his. suddenly it feels like the gap between ages 16 and 17 is huge. he's barely even a year older than you and you're in the same year, but it feels as though he knows so much more about the world than you do. you want to ask suguru if it's bad that you've never had a kiss, but you don't. suguru rarely talks these days. sometimes he'll have conversations with you but won't look in your eyes when he speaks. 

"hey listen, hotshot. if you don't get a kiss by…" satoru hums, an eager smile on his face as he swings an arm around your shoulders and contemplates his words. "…let's say 27, then i'll give one to you!" 

there's an odd note of glee in his voice. 

"shut up, toru," you groan, heat flooding your cheeks. "quit joking around." 

he laughs loudly, pulling your cheek teasingly. "aw, i'm just playing. it's not a bad thing i promise!" 

your shoulders relax slightly as the snowy-haired sorcerer continues to speak. 

"i just thought that you would've kissed someone by now," he shrugs. "wasn't there that one guy you went on a few dates with? the one you met when we went to yokohama?" 

there's an almost sour expression on his face as he speaks, but you're too frustrated to care. "just because i went on a couple of dates with him doesn't mean i kissed him!"

a broad teasing smile appears on satoru's face. "is that so?" 

"ugh, i'm only 16!" you hiss, shoving him away from you. "besides i'm saving it for someone special!"

"good," you hear suguru speak up, and you turn to look at him. his fingers are interlocked, elbows resting on his knees, and he's staring down at his hands like they hold the answers to some deep questions he has. "it is something irreplaceable after all." 

x. shadow

satoru's grin is proud as he stands before the three of you, his loose shirt billowing in the summer breeze.

you stare at him, heart thumping as shoko lets out a confused gasp. "huh? what the hell was that?"

"did it automatically choose the target for your technique?" suguru asks.

"yep!" satoru stresses the word, spinning the pencil suguru had thrown as he explains. "though i am the target. i've pretty much automated what i used to have to do manually."

your head is spinning.

"now i can tell an object's danger levels based the strength of its cursed energy, its speed, mass, velocity, shape—whatever. i want to be able to discern poisons too but that's pretty hard right now." satoru's voice is even when he explains, though you can make out the hints of pride that permeate his tones. you think his voice has gotten a little deeper too. "basically this is gonna allow me to keep my limitless technique active all the time!"

"that's gonna fry your brain!" shoko interjects, shaking her hair out of her eyes.

"yeah but i can do it while i continuously generate energy on my own. that way my brain stays fresh."

you can't help but let out an amused scoff. "what brain?"

satoru chucks the eraser at you, and you laugh as it bounces off your shoulder harmlessly.

"i've been working on shortening my hand signals so i can activate red and blue simultaneously." he continues, lips twitching upward as he gives you an exaggerated glare. "after this the only things i need to work on are domain expansion and long-distance teleportation. which i should be able to do if we set up some training courses here at school."

you think if someone examined you closely, they would see the stars in your eyes when you look at satoru.

"shoko~" he calls out, grinning eagerly. "think you could get me some lab rats?"

shoko groans as satoru bounds over to pester her more emphatically. you watch him, thinking you've never seen a person quite so magnificent.

god personified into a 17-year-old body. and yet it is a body that stays so close to you—well within your reach. maybe there's nothing so godly about that at all.

"don't you get tired of getting stronger and stronger, jeez?" you complain, crossing your arms as you raise a brow at him. satoru wets his lips as he throws you a smug smile.

"don't worry hotshot, you'll catch up to me someday!" he gives you an exaggerated wink over the frames of his glasses, and you shake your head somewhat fondly.

"no way! i never want to be at your level," you huff. "i'm very comfortable living in your shadow, thank you very much!"

a strange look passes over his face, almost puzzled, but the dip in his brows melts away as he approaches you. "well—" he slings an arm over your shoulder. "if my shadow makes you happy then you're more than welcome to stay there."

you don't have time to reply. pale lashes flutter at you—a backdrop of cerulean. you think white and blue may be the prettiest combination of colors in the world.

"suguru?" satoru's voice is casual, yet the amusement has dropped from it. his arm is heavy around your shoulders. "have you lost weight? are you okay?"

you look up, seeing tired eyes behind dark stands of hair. suguru's cheekbones are prominent, and you have the sudden urge to reach out and trace your fingers over them.

his lips twitch upward weakly. "it's just the summer heat…"

his lavender eyes drift to your face as he says it, and he tilts his head as he scrutinizes your worried expression. "…i'll be fine."

xi. hellfire

you hear suguru before you see him.

his breaths come loud as he pushes the door to the morgue open, the metal clanging heavily. his eyes bore into your back, taking in your clenched fists and raised shoulders that seem to tremble.

you wonder who told suguru you'd be here. maybe nanami, who was here not long ago, and had sent you a text that merely said: the mission went badly.

or maybe it was satoru, who had been chatting with you near the entrance of campus when he saw the myriad of emotions pass over your face as you read the text. he had probably called suguru as soon as you left.

it doesn't matter—you can't bring yourself to care.

you can only think about the way haibara had smiled at you before he left that morning.

now that smile is covered by a dirty white sheet, and you can't tear your eyes away from it. the taste of blood and vomit is heavy on your tongue.

suguru says your name quietly. you can't even look at him—you're scared that you'll cry if you do.

you don't ever want to cry in front of him. or satoru—so weak in front of those who are so strong.

"he asked if i wanted to go with them and i said no because i was lazy," you hiss, teeth clenched as you spit out the words with venom. "if i had just stopped thinking about myself for a second���"

your fingers dig into the flesh of your palms—deep, deep, deeper.

you hear suguru click his tongue, and his hands wrap around yours. he yanks your fingers apart fiercely, thumbs smoothing over the bloodied indents you've made in your own skin. you tear your eyes away from the body to finally look at him.

"don't—" his breath catches as his thumbs still over your flesh, eyes going hard as he takes in the blood.

he blurs in and out of focus. his head whips up when he hears you sniffle, and his lips slant ruefully. "you—"

"i'm fine," you interrupt, blinking pointedly and taking a deep breath. "it's fine—i mean it's not fine—but i c—"

"stop." suguru grabs your shoulders, giving you an even stare. you don't know how you didn't notice it before, but he looks thinner, older. there are dark circles under his eyes—poison seeping into his skin. "you need to rest."

you stare back at him silently, but you don't feel like you agree. something about this is making you feel restless, like there is so much you need to make up for. his grip tightens, before he's wordlessly leading you to take a seat—he finds his place next to you.

"satoru took over the mission." he stares at the lifeless body on the table as he speaks. you lower your gaze.

"and nanami?" your throat feels like it's closing. suguru inhales deeply.

"he went back to the dorms."

"okay."

you try to figure out if there is any meaning in having this conversation. despite everything, weren't you expected to wake up tomorrow morning and head out on a mission once more? and when you return, you're sure that there'll be another faceless body taking haibara's place.

the cycle continues—clockwork. it scares you, just how replaceable you are.

haibara, nanami, you, another, nameless—interchangeable.

not like satoru. not like suguru. not like the strong.

you lean your head against suguru's shoulder, fingering the hem of your uniform skirt. the fabric is cool to the touch—it seems darker, heavier. heat radiates from the body next to you, and there's something about him that's making your stomach churn with nerves. "suguru?"

his voice sounds far away. "hm?"

"are you okay?"

he stiffens and you suddenly fear you've said too much—nosy, intruding, out of place. you stumble. "it's just, we haven't talked much lately."

"i'm fine," he answers, and you can hear a smile in his voice—whether it's real or fake you can't tell. "just a little tired."

you know there is truth to this. but it scares you, how this tiredness of his has lingered for months. you don't know how to tell him that.

"okay…" your voice is barely a whisper, heavy with unspoken words that you don't know how to formulate. somehow you find that silence has always been your only option.

but like usual, silence with suguru has never once been uncomfortable.

haibara's smile burns behind your eyelids.

"it should be a relatively simple mission. if you're not doing anything today senpai, would you like to come with us?"

his voice tickles your ears.

"that's alright! i'll get going then! oh right, today's mission is a little farther than usual, so we'll probably be back late! what would you like me to bring back for you?" 

hypoxia crushes your lungs, your blood burns. selfish selfish selfish. you've only ever cared about yourself.

suguru's arm curls around your shoulder before you even realize you're crying. his palm is warm as it smooths over your hair, and all you can worry about tainting him with your ridiculous tears.

you don't ever want to burden him—just want to quietly live in his shadow.

"i don't—" you internally cringe at the throaty rasp of your voice, swiping a hand at your nose. "i shouldn't be so sensitive about—"

"it's not your fault." he quietly hushes you, grip tightening imperceptibly. through your tears you can see him adam's apple bob, and for some reason that makes you feel worse. you're too scared to look at his expression, even though his voice is resolute. "none of this is our fault."

something has changed in the way he speaks now. something has settled, a confirmation of some idea that has been brewing for a long time now.

you don't say another word, but somehow he manages to sear himself into your very being. he's warm, and fuzzy, and he smells like sandalwood and incense. 

you don't know how long suguru let's you pathetically sob into his shoulder.

but you think you're embarrassed that he has taken pity on a wounded animal's cries.

xii. split

he looks different, but also the same. you've seen him wear that sweater before. it's plain black, no patterns, and you know that there's a loose string on the inside of the left sleeve that he was always too lazy to cut. you've always liked that sweater—always liked the way he looked in it. 

you liked it so much that you've even stolen it a few times yourself. 

but now it looks different. older and dirtier—as though soiled by some unknown curse. 

that's what everything came down to, right? curses. 

suguru stands in front of you, almost no trace of emotion on his handsome face, and his expression makes you want to turn and run. you miss the calm serenity that normally graced his features, wishing that you had some kind of cursed technique that could turn back time. but you aren't blessed like that—you wonder what sin you might've committed in a past life that made you so unlucky in this one. 

"you look confused," he comments. you reel at how casually he speaks to you, like it's just another afternoon sitting under that stupid tree. like he's leaning his head back against the trunk and watching you and satoru bicker with that fond look in his eye. 

"suguru," you speak, an odd strain in your voice. you struggle to comprehend this odd turn of events. you've had time to understand that he's now a different person than the one you once knew. you know that he's responsible for killing 112 innocents, including his own parents. you know that he's now an enemy to jujutsu society and you know that you should kill him right at this moment.

but he looks so much like suguru, like your suguru, that you can only manage to stand there, frozen in place. his eyes drift over your body, taking in your pajamas, the bath towel in your hands, and the small drops that trickle from your hair, and you can see the familiarity settle in his expression. 

"why are you here?" you choke out. you feel an overwhelming sense of danger in your gut, knowing that your family is just a few rooms over from where he stands now. 

"at your family home, you mean?" he asks casually. a small, almost amused smirk appears on his face. "you said i was always welcome." 

you did say that. sometime last year or the year before, when you had invited satoru, suguru, and shoko over to visit during one of your quick holidays. suguru had sat across from you at your dinner table. he complimented the food and your father smiled one of his rare smiles. you had chewed quietly to hide your grin.

you don't know what to say to him now. 

"everything they said about you," you whisper, taking a step toward him. he remains rooted in place, but his eyes follow your movements. they shift when he catches your fingers gripping your towel tighter. "is it true?" 

"do you think it is?" he asks, and you gulp. it feels like he's baiting you into some kind of trap. 

"i don't want to believe that it is," you answer, voice shaking. "that you would ever do something so…"

the sentence hangs in the air, and he tilts his head imperceptibly. something in his eyes changes as he focuses on the drops falling over your shoulders. 

"well i'm sorry to squash your hope," he raises his arms in a shrug. "but everything you heard is completely true." 

your head aches, but you're not surprised by his confirmation. "why would you…?"

suguru hums, a dark look falling over his face. "do you remember the conversation we had after haibara's funeral? do you remember what i told you when he died?" 

anger flares in your gut at the mention of haibara, and the bath towel crumples in your hold. "don't say his name," you hiss through gritted teeth. "don't act like he's the reason—just…don't bring him into this. please." 

suguru licks his lips, eyes going soft before he tries again. 

"everything used to make sense back then," he sighs. "back when the strong existed to protect the weak. but it's not true." 

"suguru—" 

"the reason why we suffer is because of them," he interjects evenly, though frustration is clearly evident in the curve of his brows and the volume of his voice. "we clean up their messes. they create problems and we die for it." 

you're stunned into silence, at the way he's raising his voice at you, at the way he's speaking so firmly about this horrible topic, at everything. he seems to realize the effect of his speech, and he quells his anger to speak quieter. "that's why i'm doing this. i'm going to create a world without non-sorcerers, so that sorcerers like you and i can live peacefully." 

a lump forms in your throat because god, he's right. he's so right. your life would be a thousand times better without curses. non-sorcerers were the reason curses existed. but the way he's going about this…

"suguru," your voice shakes, but you press on. "i get it. i really do—" 

"i know you do," he interrupts. "you always have. even back then…" 

he takes a step closer to you, reaching out to finger the towel in your hands. "but you don't agree with the way i'm doing it, right?" 

you bite your lip, and he smiles at the sadness in your expression. "you're so easy to read, hotshot." 

you ignore the way the nickname stings. "i just—how could you kill innocent people like that? your own parents, suguru."

he looks away from you, steely resolve in his eyes. "if i made exceptions for my parents, that would kinda make me a hypocrite, wouldn't it?"  

you don't know what to say to that. he doesn't seem to have anything else to add either. 

he looks around your old bedroom, eyes sparkling as they catch a picture of the four of you from your first year. satoru's arm is slung around shoko. the dark-haired female has her elbow resting on your shoulder, her tongue sticking out playfully. you're clinging to suguru's arm, and satoru's free hand is squishing your cheeks together. the four of you are laughing. 

nobody has laughed in a while now. 

you tear your gaze away from the picture frame to look at him. he's so unbelievably close, and he's gazing down at you with this foreign look in his eyes, the picture forgotten behind him. 

he slips his fingers into your hair. his palm is large enough that it can brush the side of your face, and you wonder why your body doesn't flinch away from those bloodstained hands.

"it's okay," he mumbles, a faraway look in his eyes. they remain trained on your hair, but it feels like he's looking straight through you. like you're nothing more than a ghost he wants to erase. he's so close—you can count his dark lashes as they brush against his cheeks. "it's difficult. i don't expect you to understand." 

his words incite a sudden flare of anger in your gut. it burns something fierce, and in that moment you hate him. 

"no, i don't," you reply indignantly. he pauses, now really looking at you, and his brows quirk upward in what seems to be surprise, because—well, he's never seen you make such an expression at him before. "you never tried to help me understand. you just left." 

a strained silence follows. his fingers twitch against your cheek.

"this doesn't concern you," he says finally. "i don't need you to understand my actions." 

you recoil, as though he's physically hurt you, and your expression falls so hard that it almost makes him regret saying it. almost. 

"if it doesn't concern me, then why are you here?" you ask again, and you see suguru's shoulders drop. "you know that i have orders to kill you. i might not be able to because you've always been stronger than me. but you know that i'll…" 

go down fighting you, is what you want to say, but the words leave a nasty taste in your mouth. but suguru seems to know what you're implying because a wry smile appears on his lips. his fingers twirl a strand of your wet hair. 

"i'm here to say goodbye," he says finally. another tense silence fills the space between you both, and suguru can see the way your fingers shake between the folds of your towel. 

"you're a little bit late for that, aren't you?" you choke out, a strange tilt to your voice as you break eye contact with him. "you left school weeks ago, and you didn't say a word to me then." 

"better late than never, right?" 

the softness in his tone makes you turn to look at him again, and you desperately want to ingrain the features of his face into your head. the gentle slope of his eyes and sweetness of his smile. he almost looks like the suguru you once knew, and you suddenly have the urge to mourn his death. 

his face becomes blurry, the edges becoming less pronounced, and you can see the way his expression falls. 

"i didn't come all the way here to make you cry." his hand drops from your face and he takes a step back. your fingers hurry to wipe at your waterline, and you shake your head. 

"'m not crying." 

suguru smiles ruefully, and his eyes suddenly look devoid of life. he takes another step back—your heart plummets.

he says your name once, quietly, and it hangs in the air as you wait for him to say more. 

he doesn't. 

"you know that I'm not supposed to let you leave alive, right?" you mumble, fingers toying with the towel in your hand. "but i can't—i mean—"

"hm," he chuckles. "still as sensitive as ever, huh? s'okay…" 

he moves toward you again and his hand gently cups the back of your neck. "i think it's your best quality. makes you better than most people in our world."

he presses his lips to your forehead tenderly, and you feel your eyes widen behind your tears. 

you probably could've stopped him, because you're aware that he's now suddenly behind you, and that he's raising his hand. you can stop him, but a part of you thinks that if it's death at suguru's hands, maybe it's not such a bad way to go. 

you accept your fate then and there. 

you'll find out later that suguru never had the intention to kill you then. perhaps he was waiting for a more opportune time, waiting for there to be a meaning behind it. you're not sure. but when you wake up tucked in your bed cozily, you'll feel the remnants of him lingering around you.

he was warm, and fuzzy, and he smelled like sandalwood and incense.

xiii. sanctify

satoru's at your door again. 

you've memorized his knock patterns. he always knocks three times, then leaves a pause, then twice more. for someone so erratic, he can be quite predictable. 

"what's up, satoru?" you call out, not looking up from your busy hands. there are a couple of empty cardboard boxes open on your bed, and you've been placing things into them all morning. things that should've been put away a long time ago. you pause on one of your old test papers, and in suguru's dark, blocky handwriting you read: 

YOU GOTTA STUDY MORE DUMBASS.

underneath it, satoru had scrawled: 

hotshot failing class now huh? :P

and shoko had added: 

both of you stfu you're failing too 

you had drawn a heart next to her name. 

"whatcha doin'?" a familiar voice chirps. "spring cleaning?"

satoru stands directly behind you, peering over your shoulder. you can practically feel his aura shift when he notices the items you're putting away. 

"cleaning of some sort," you sigh, before turning to look over your shoulder. "i've been…putting it off." 

he doesn't move—just continues to stare down at the paper in your hands. you think maybe you shouldn't have let him in. sometimes you forget that satoru might have his own sensitivities—you've always viewed him as the strongest.

a few strands of his hair tickle your cheek, and you scrunch your nose in response. he then turns to you, eyes blinding as he studies you over the frames of his shades. 

"want help?" 

"please." you don't intend to sound so needy, but the way you whisper the word has him immediately grabbing your wrist and sitting you down next to him on the bed. 

"how are we sorting this stuff?" he asks, his voice oddly calm. he hasn't let go of your arm yet, and some quiet part of you is grateful. 

"i was putting our old school stuff in that box. books, papers…" you answer softly, and satoru nods in understanding. "and in the other box…" 

you inhale deeply through your nose. satoru waits, strangely patient. you're not sure if you're imagining it, but you think he squeezes your wrist. 

"…are all of suguru's things." 

there's a moment of silence—a quick mourning for what is no longer there. 

"it's stupid stuff that he left behind, you know?" you chuckle, even though nothing is funny. "some old shirts from when you two would sleep over, his old textbooks, a few pictures from our holidays—shit like that." 

satoru hums. he's not looking at you—instead he's staring at the box, a frown on his face. 

"i guess he didn't really need those things for where he was going. or for wherever he is now," you mumble. 

"guess not." 

you're not sure what's going through his head. satoru's reaction to suguru leaving had been chaotic at best. it was so hard to tell how he felt about it. you knew he was angry, confused, betrayed. but he never showed things like that. you think it might have to do with being the strongest. you're not sure though—you never were strong like him.

you wish there was a way to tell him that he could share his feelings with you, but you can't think of a way that won't be awkward. 

a ticklish sensation crawls up your wrist and you look down to watch satoru's first two fingers tap against the inside of your palm. his thumb brushes against yours as he lets out a heavy exhale. 

"let's get started then, hotshot." 

he looks down at you as he says the words, and you think you might cry. but you want to be strong, like him, so you offer him a smile. he gives you one in return. you realize there isn't that much warmth in it, not like it used to have—you're sure that yours isn't that warm either. 

but it's enough for the two of you. 

"you look tired, toru," you chuckle wryly, reaching up to brush a few strands of hair from his face. his eyes flutter at the touch, and you honestly think this might be the most vulnerable you've ever seen him. 

"so do you." 

"i am," you admit honestly. 

"'s okay," he mumbles. his fingers tap against your palm once more. "'m here." 

"i know," you answer. you always are.

nothing more is said as satoru stands up. he makes his way over to your desk and pulls one of suguru's old sweaters from your chair. you watch him fold it neatly, smoothing out the creases with care, before placing it into the box—you smile once more. 

you think the scent of sandalwood tickles your nose, but it's gone in an instant.  

both of you work in relative silence, sorting through the things in your room quickly. you're surprised at how bare it looks as you're nearing the end, as though there's nothing more to your life than old high school recollections. 

you finish putting the last few polaroids into the box when satoru speaks up. 

"hey." 

you look up and find him staring at you, so you turn to face him completely, giving him your full attention. 

"zenin toji—" the name sends a painful tingle up your body. "—left something behind." 

you frown. "what are you talking about?" 

"a kid. he's got a kid. and i was gonna go meet him today," satoru shrugs. you try to read his emotions, but as usual, he's giving you nothing. "the old man said something about the zenin clan buying up his kid before i killed him. i was gonna go see if there's something i could do about that." 

you sigh before raising a brow, an amused lilt to your voice. "and why have you kept this a secret?" 

satoru's trademark smirk appears, and he walks over to sling an arm around your shoulders. "who knows?" he quips nonchalantly. "guess i was waiting until we were bored. we need something to do now, don't we?" 

you glance at the packed boxes on your bed, and then look around your empty room. everything is always changing, but satoru is constant. 

"i guess so," you grin. his eyes shine, and for a second you see a familiar teenager at the beach, and then a familiar teenager under an old tree. you think you hear waves, and the crinkling of a bag of chips. 

"good," he chirps, walking you to the door, the arm around your shoulder secure. "his name's megumi, and we're gonna make sure he gets strong."

xiv. idyll

it takes you a little over four months to get used to megumi's eyes. they aren't unsettling or invading, like a certain snowy haired sorcerer, but they do give you chills when you first notice them. chills and a fleeting feeling of metal slicing up and down through your flesh. you just have to steady your breathing and remind yourself that the son is not the father.

tsumiki is an angel. you didn't think that kids that age could be so emotionally competent, but she's a pleasant surprise. she had been awfully protective over megumi, fidgeting with a firm hand on his shoulder as you and satoru invaded their space and upturned their lives. even after they had settled into the humble apartment satoru had purchased, tsumiki was still so overly cautious. it was obvious she still didn't trust either of you, but you thought it was admirable of her, and you relay this thought to satoru one day.

"think they hate us?" he asks, squishing his cheeks between his lithe fingers as he eyes the different milk cartons over the rims of his glasses.

"i'm pretty sure they just don't trust us that much," you reply, placing a few packs of instant ramen into the cart. "can you blame them? we're just random strangers who came up and basically kidnapped them."

"i'd like to say adopted!" he points out with a grin, before he sighs. "but we've already proved we're just doing this to help them. but they still barely talk at all."

"they're just being careful. megumi's still a little young and he looks like he doesn't give a shit about most stuff anyway," you chuckle as you remember the expression on the first grader's face as he spoke to your cocky friend. "and tsumiki's being cautious for both of them."

"she doesn't need to be cautious of us!" satoru dramatically whines, pulling out a carton of whole milk and placing it into the cart. you shiver as the cold air hits your skin, eyeing the sorcerer with an exasperated smile. he shuts the door with a huff. "i've been such a good dad!"

you roll your eyes, shoving his arm as he starts pushing the cart down the aisle. "she definitely should be cautious of you, you creep."

satoru looks down over his shoulder, appalled, though his eyes sparkle with mirth. "and why do you say that?"

"have you seen yourself? crazy 19 year old man that kidnaps kids," you mutter somewhat sarcastically, falling into step with him like it's normal. satoru grins at that—amused.

"i think it's pretty cool of her to be that responsible though," you continue, voice going softer as you think about them, and satoru hums in what you think might be agreement. you suddenly grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks and he turns to look at you.

"you think we should get another carton of milk?" you question, tilting your head at him. "megumi's been drinking it every day after he comes back from school and tsumiki said she wanted to try making milkshakes."

satoru blinks at you, eyes widening before an amused chuckle escapes his lips. you're about to ask what is so funny but he gestures back down the aisle. "go get some."

he waits for you as you go grab another carton, leaning against the cart easily. when you make it back and place the extra milk in the cart, satoru slings an arm around your shoulders. you raise a brow, but he just continues to push the cart with his free hand and says nothing.

so you don't say anything either.

the two of you continue shopping, trying to remember the things you've noticed the kids enjoying because you know they'll be too uncomfortable to outrightly request them. for every sweet snack satoru puts into the cart, you add something that can pass as somewhat healthy, and he hides a teasing grin behind his fist each time.

when you're almost done, satoru motions to the shelves of snacks, raising a brow at you. "what do you need, hotshot?"

you look up from where you're analyzing the contents of the cart. "hm? oh i don't wanna buy anything for myself. i'm good with the stuff i have back at the dorm."

"great," he shrugs with a subtle shake of his head. "except you're not buying anything this time, i am. so pick something."

"what?" you frown, walking over to him. "we're supposed to split groceries for the kids."

"we can split next time." satoru rolls his eyes at you, as though annoyed by your insistence. "i just got paid yesterday and i wanna waste money. pick something."

you groan. "but there really isn't anything i want. if you're gonna pay yourself then let's just go. i think this is good enough."

satoru looks unamused, his eyes boring into yours—bright, dominating, mesmerizing. "oh really? nothing you want?"

you stare at him in confusion as he walks over to the frozen section and opens the door. after a few seconds of rummaging, he pulls out a box. "not even this?"

your shoulders drop. he's holding a tub of strawberry ice cream.

he casually places it into the cart, eyes trained on your expression as he bends down. "it's your favorite, isn't it?"

your voice comes out throaty, and you wet your lips nervously—his eyes follow the movement at lightning speed. "how'd you know?"

satoru scoffs out a haughty chuckle, reaching up to knock a knuckle at your forehead—it's cold. "i know everything about you, hotshot."

he moves to grip at the cart's handle, standing close enough that you can feel the energy radiating off of him. the side of his hand touches yours, still cold. "now we can go."

he sticks by your side, pushing the cart towards the counters as he casually looks around the store. you briefly realize that his shadow doesn't cover you when you're at his side like this. the thought both scares you and pleases you in a way you didn't think was possible.

"thanks toru," you mumble before you can stop yourself. his gives you a sidelong glance—assessing.

his lips twitch. "it's just ice cream."

"no, it's a lot more than that." you're not really sure why you say it so tragically, and satoru inhales sharply. you notice that his knuckles have turned white as he grips the cart's handles. once again, his eyes dart rapidly over your face—between your eyes and then further down.

then he lets out a hushed laugh, nudging your shoulder with his. "as long as you share with me, hotshot."

everything is always changing, but satoru is constant.

you can't help but smile. "always."

you two don't say much as you head to the counter, taking turns placing all the items on the belt. you quietly watch satoru dig into his wallet, feeling oddly content doing so. you think the stars in your eyes will never disappear.

the clerk eyes you both, and suppresses a fond grin. with your close proximity, shared cart, and satoru's easy going smile, you realize that she's probably misunderstanding, but you don't really know how to correct her. satoru says nothing—he just continues smiling, oddly pleased.

he smiles all the way to the car. you catch yourself doing the same in the rear view mirror.

xv. retribution

the first thing you notice when you kneel in front of suguru is that he's bleeding all over the place. you have the strongest urge to scramble and grip his fingers tightly, just as he had done for you so many years ago—but you don't dare. you're too scared that touching him will ruin you completely.

he says your name quietly, and yet it's the loudest thing in the universe to you—crashing over your ears until you've lost all sense of self.

and then he leans forward, his gaze heavy, and his hand comes up to tangle in your hair. his palm rests on the side of your face just like it did when he visited you at your family home. the last time you saw your geto suguru.

except this time he moves further—crosses a line. presses his lips to yours.

he tastes like blood. you don't pull away.

the feeling of his lips shocks you though, and you stay permanently frozen in place as you feel your eyes glaze over with something you can't put into words.

suguru kisses you slowly, deeply, like he's been waiting but wants to savor it. maybe you've been waiting too. you're not sure. you're so confused.

you don't even process the way his tongue slips past your lips, tasting almost eagerly like your mouth is some kind of conquest he's trying to claim.

it's intrusive, but not unwelcome. slow, but not gentle.

you whimper quietly, feeling acid sting down your cheek as he pulls away and his eyes flutter open. he takes in your expression, and a million emotions pass over his face.

a quiet chuckle. "that bad, huh?"

you shake yourself out of it and try to push away the flush creeping up your neck. "w-what?"

"you're crying," he announces, his furrowed eyebrows paired with a sweet smile that makes him look so unbelievably tragic. "the kiss was that bad?"

your face burns, and you raise a shaking hand up to your cheek—it's wet.

"it wasn't—i didn't—" you struggle. "i mean—"

he smiles ruefully. "i'm sorry. you were saving it for someone special, right?"

there's a charged silence that follows as you scour your brain for the conversation he's referencing. when you find it, your heart sinks.

"you've always been special to me, suguru." your voice comes out quiet, but he hears it all the same. his eyes widen fractionally and you can see a light pink dust his cheeks before he laughs. it's soft, hushed, and looks like it's painful, but he lets it run its course.

it reminds you of a laugh from so long ago, at a beach, with childish screams echoing against the sound of waves. you think you can feel strawberry ice cream dripping down your wrist.

his laughs die down and he's left smiling softly at you. his lavender eyes sparkle with mirth as he tilts his head. "i'm glad. that you were the one i gave a room to."

you can hear waves in your ears, crashing crashing drowning. sand is in your hands, in between your toes, in your eyes.

he coughs, and his palm shakes against your cheek. you wonder why he doesn't just let go already dammit suguru.

you inhale sharply, trying so hard to breathe because what is that stupid thing that's clogging your throat and preventing you from speaking? there's so much you have to say to him. so many questions. so many things left unsaid. your words are failing you.

but silence with suguru has never once been uncomfortable, right?

you raise a shaky hand to press against his where it lays against your neck. "do you regret it?"

he licks his lips, smiling faintly, as though he's enjoying the new taste of you on them. "no."

"why not?" you whisper. your body unconsciously shuffles closer to him, chasing his warmth because gods is he warm. he's always been so warm, even now, in the throes of death.

"my feelings are still the same. i still hate the monkeys for everything they've done, all the crap they cause." he shuts his eyes, smiling that serene smile. you wish he was leaning against a tree trunk. "i still have no resentment to those at jujutsu tech. and you, i still…"

he doesn't continue. you don't think you want him to. there's a flush crawling up his neck, the faint pink a stark contrast to the red of blood. it makes you nauseous.

another deep inhale, and his thumb slides over your jawbone, before brushing under your bottom lip. he stares at the flesh heavily, letting his finger press into it. his tongue swipes over his own lips, eyes darkening further.

and then something shifts in his face, and he smiles mirthlessly. his hand drops from your face—broken contact.

he doesn't tear his gaze away from you, committing your face to memory. it's almost like he wants to say something, but decides against it at the last minute as he slumps further into the wall behind him and shuts his eyes.

when he speaks again, you know that it is all over.

"you're late, satoru."

[funkycoloured]

| STRESS RELIEF - DEAN W.

NOTES . . . I have to be up in around 2 hours to work a full day at the barn and I'm too anxious to sleep so I wrote some smut 🙃 strawberry girl is still in the works but this is just a quick thing to pass time

WORD COUNT . . . 845 exactly.

SUMMARY . . . After a stressful day of driving for hours on end hunting down a monster, you and Dean indulge in some much needed stress-relief. (y'all fuck).

WARNINGS . . . literally just smut so MDNI!! f!reader, unprotected sex (don't do this irl), cowgirl, soft sex, petnames, a little bit of cockwarming, basically no plot, I think that's it but lmk if I missed anything, written in regular text under the cut cause I'm blind as hell, NOT proofread

The bedsprings of the motel room's mattress creaked in rhythm with your movements, groaning underneath the shared weight of you and Dean. Your breaths came in soft pants, eyes shut in bliss as you fucked yourself on his cock, the tip nudging that spongy spot inside of you that your fingers never managed to reach. You both had been going at it for a while, a creamy ring forming on the base of his cock — a mess created from your shared orgasms. Dean's eyes were glued to your breasts, watching the supple flesh as you bounced on him. Your thighs were aching, shaking slightly from the effort it took to keep yourself upright. You were already tired to begin with, the stress of the long day wearing you down, but that wouldn't stop you.

Dean seemed to notice your silent struggle, the way you weren't riding him as smoothly as you were just moments ago. Your hips stuttered, nails digging into his chest where your hands once lay flat for support. A choked, desperate little whine escaped you, and he took that as his cue to step in — despite how pretty you looked, skin sweaty and features twisted in a mix of exhaustion and pleasure.

“Shh, I got you, baby,” Dean spoke, voice breathless, as his hands clasped your hips. When he squeezed the soft flesh, the coldness of his ring was a contrast against your heated skin. His gripped tightened, his brows furrowing as his lips parted in concentration. He lifted you up, and down, slamming you back onto his cock. You cried out in pleasure, stars bursting behind your eyelids as he let out a low moan of his own. “Y'need me to help, huh, sweet girl?”

“Yes, please, De-”

Dean interrupted your breathy plee, planting his feet flat on the mattress. His grip on your hips tightened, fingers leaving indents in the fatty flesh, and using it as leverage to lift you up and down. His hips buck wildly for a moment, but it only takes a few seconds to work into a rhythm that has you both moaning in pleasure, hips thrusting up in time with his movements dragging you down. You collapsed against his chest, moaning in his ear as you clenched around him, walls fluttering in response to the new deep, quick pace.

“Mmh, there we go,” Dean cooed, his own eyes falling shut, lashes kissing against his freckled cheeks. The cheap metal headboard thumped against the wall, sounding off in tandem with your little whines and gasps. Dean's hands eventually left your hips, arms wrapping around you to hold you close, one hand cradling the back of your head as it rests against his chest.

The fire in the pits of your lower stomach grew, walls fluttering and clamping around his cock like a vice. “Fuck, baby-” He hissed, brows furrowing again. He knew you were close, and he was determined to get you there before he broke. “C'mon, baby,” Dean grunted, the hand he once had on your back sliding across your ribs and to your front. His middle and ring finger find your swollen clit, calloused fingertips rubbing the sensitive bud in circles.

The shrill moan you let out makes his heart skip a bit, his cock throbbing inside of you. He cursed again. “You're gonna be the death of my, baby.” His voice is whiny, and his thrusts stutter, faltering as he works hard to get you to the edge.

“De- Dean! Holy fuck, ‘m gonna…”

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? You gonna cum all over my cock? C'mon, baby, do it. Let go.”

And with that, you did. His cock nudging your g-spot, his fingers on your clit, warm breath against your ear and the creaks of the bed down to the wet squelch of your pussy made your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. You scream out in pleasure, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Dean's hips come to a stop as he spills himself inside of you, the seed from his earlier climax slowly seeping out of you and down his cock, to his balls.

It was quiet, heavy breaths mingling together as you both basked in the aftermath of pleasure. If Dean wasn't so tired, he might've been a bit worried about just how loud you were. A noise complaint was worth it. He panted, arms wrapping around you tightly as he softened inside of you. One of his hands stroked your head, shaky lips pressing a kiss against your temple.

“You with me?”

“Mhm.”

“Good,” He whispered, carefully lifting you off of him to lay you down on the bed. Dean was quick to press a kiss to your forehead when you winced as his cock slid out of you, sticky white seed spilling out of your spent hole. “Did so good for me, baby,” His voice is soft as he speaks again, pulling you close to his chest. Dean knows he needs to get you cleaned up, but a short moment of peace was well-deserved.

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❝ 𝙁𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙈𝙀 ❞

Summary: no summary ?? Kinda porn with no plot

Cw: rex splode x reader , ftm! Reader(FEM/FUJOSHIS DNI) , eating out , face riding , asphyxiation , reader's genitals referred to as 'boy pussy' (like once) , reader has a t dick but it's not really mentioned throughout the fic

wc: 403 not really proof read

𖥔⊹₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷₊⊹ 𖥔

rex would love eating you out , especially after an extremely stressful mission. He loves it even more when you sit on his face , and he knows you love it too.

He loves feeling your warm plush thighs around his face , how they tense up when you cum , how you subconsciously trying to close them and squeeze his head. Yeah , he loves that.

His tongue has a much easier time reaching all the good spots , as his nose adds some extra stimulation as you ride his face.

The first time you sat on his face , you basically hovered over him , too scared to actually well . . . Sit on it. But that was until rex quickly pulled you down , groaning as ate you out.

Could he breathe ? Absolutely not.

But did he care ? Hell no !

Plus if he did end up actually breaking his face or pass out of lack of oxygen , it'd be worth it. And he wouldn't have to worry about money because you both work for the government , and he could always say it was because of a villain. The doctors would probably believe him , just hope they don't mention anything to Cecil. After all , he's the one giving you two the missions.

He was always so expressive too , moaning into your heat as he ate you out like a starved man (which , if you think about it . . . Fighting takes a lot of energy. So he probably is starving) and then afterwards when you'd move off him , he's babbling nonsense for maybe five minutes before he gets up to clean up and get a snack for the both of you.

Also , I feel like when he'd want to eat you out he'd probably send a stupid text like:

"You = epic boy pussy"

"Epic boy pussy + my face =

Even if it wasn't you sitting on his face , he just loves eating you out. He loves when he's laying between your legs , your heels digging into his upper back as he holds your thighs open. Goddd and when you pull on his hair , he could blow a load in his pants from the taste of you. but when you're tugging his hair so he can get impossibly closer . . . That settles it for him.

Sometimes when he's just a bit too tired but still wants to make you feel good, he'll suck on your t-dick. But he loves doing that too , why wouldn't he ?

𖥔⊹₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷₊⊹ 𖥔

Hi guys I'm back and obsessed with Rex Splode from invincible

[nuhuhwinniethepooh]

Valentine's Day

Tags : smut with slight plot, f!reader, non-con?, freaky satoru, reader is in a relationship with a non-sorcerer, basically has cheating implied but it's not cheating (I'm gonna defend reader with my life on this), unprotected sex (I cannot stress this enough but do not attempt, use protection), characters are in their mid 20's, lil' angst (if you squint), Non-con (nvm it's con, I change my mind), stomach bulge (it's subtle), plot twist in the end.

Minors please. You know the drill, out 🚪🚶🏻‍♀️👈🏼

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Gojo regrets his offer on lending an ear to you, tired of listening to every whine and complaints you make against your non-sorcerer boyfriend that you've been dating for 5 months; he really should've joined Suguru on his mission to eradicate all non-sorcerers, at least he'd have you all to himself then.

But what he regrets most is the fact that he didn't ask you out earlier than your current boyfriend, missing the chance to be called yours, instead that rat-faced guy- that can't treat you right- now has the label of being yours. But now you're telling Gojo that you suspect your boyfriend's cheating on you? He couldn't be more delighted listening to that. Maybe he doesn't really regret on his offer afterall.

"And guess what Satoru! I called him last night and I swear on my life that I heard a woman's voice on the line calling him back to bed before he cut the call on me!" You throw your arms up frustratedly, inches away from smacking Satoru's face as you plop down on the couch with a dejected sigh and a small frown, missing the glint in his eyes; you'd have missed the sight either way since he wears a blindfold.

"Why are you even with him then?"

Another heavy sigh from you makes Satoru sigh too, why couldn't you just break up with your current boyfriend and get with him instead? Satoru is way better in everything and did he mention that he's way better in everything? Yes, he did. What else do you want from him at this point? "You don't understand, I love him," you mumble, fiddling with your hands as you stare at the ceiling longingly. Unbeknownst to you Satoru did understand afterall he holds the same feelings you do; seething with jealousy again, he silently curses the very three words that poured out of your mouth that wasn't aimed towards him. He hates your boyfriend with a burning passion now, well more than he usually did.

"I love him," you whisper softly, leaving Satoru unsure on if you're convincing yourself of your love or announcing your love to the world; he'd prefer the former choice if it came down to it.

February 14th, 6 : 45 PM

Satoru rushes towards the bus stop as he looks down at his phone and your stagnant location, unmoving and unchanging for the past 2 hours, fearing for the worst of situation. Looking around hurriedly after arriving, his heart leaps with relief when he catches sight of your figure but it falls just as quickly as he notices your condition.

Your beautiful locks was now unkempt because of the wind, your skin peeking out of the sleeveless dress almost looked translucent with the chill settling in but what broke his heart was your expression, the look of a shattered heart set so deep in your eyes that you no longer looked like you anymore.

"You're gonna get sick at this rate," he sighs, throwing his coat over your shoulders. You look up at him with listless eyes, redness decorating every inch of it as you wipe your sore eyes again. "He cheated on me," you say quietly, shivering slightly as you finally come to your senses, pulling the coat a little tighter over you.

Helping you up on your feet, he pulls you close with an arm and gently rubs your back," Let's get you home," he mumbles softly- you slump under his hold, mindlessly moving your feet as he takes you back home.

7 : 23 PM

"Tell me everything from the start," he folds his arm across his chest with his blindfold off, satisfied as he watches you all bundled up on the couch. You take in a deep breathe, lips wobbling slightly as you pathetically hold back tears again; Satoru really needs to get rid of your boyfriend quickly.

"Well, I wanted to surprise him for valentines day so I stopped by his house," you take in a deep breathe, voice thick with emotions as your trembling hands pick on the blanket over you. "An- and when I entere-," you sputter, fresh new wave of tears pouring out of you as the memory floods in. Immediately rushing to your side on the couch, he pulls you in and shushes at you- baffled at how vulnerable you were at the moment, he watched you exorcise curses multiple times your size and strength without seeing you flinch even once but the fact that one non-sorcerer has you shaking in tears baffles him, thoroughly so.

You clench onto his shirt, looking up at his cerulean eyes with your own wet eyes and tear-stained cheeks." Satoru, help me," you whimper out pleadingly. "What?" Satoru breathes out, looking down at you from the squashing hold he has you under, "Help me forget," you sob and he mentally kicks himself for finding you so pretty even in this situation.

"Knock me out, use your cursed techniques. Do whatever you want just please hel-" he cuts you off, pressing his lips softly against yours- no longer able to hold his feelings back when you're practically begging him, all his morals practically thrown out of the window. Your breathe hitches in surprise when you feel his hand snaking up your head, tangling it in your hair and feels his tongue swiping against your lips for entrance; you pull away and he reluctantly allows you to do so, lips slightly parted as he looks at you guiltily.

"I'm sor-" this time you cut him off, pulling him in and crushing your lips against his- you needed to forget and he kissed you first...so that's a good sign isn't it? The feeling of heartbreak and want to forget completely over-powering the guilt of using Satoru for your own benefit; Satoru couldn't be happier though, the initial shock of being kissed was wearing off and being replaced by a primal urge, he could finally show you that he was so much better than your boyfriend. In more ways than one.

Hungrily kissing your soft lips, he paws at the blanket and pulls it off of you, eager to touch your skin- delighted when you allow him to do so, your own hands tangling in his hair. "Bedroom," you gasp hurriedly, pointing towards the direction and he immediately complies. Stumbling towards the bedroom, neither breaking the heated kiss as pieces of clothing gets discarded on the floor and fingers tug at everything and anything.

Reaching the room without breaking the kiss, Satoru tugs at your bra with a firm pull and rips it apart, earning him a small protest out of you," I'll replace that later," he mumbles in your lips, hands cupping your ass. Sloppily kissing your jaw and making his way down to your exposed chest; licking, sucking and rolling every inch of your skin possible, marking your body red and purple- he shuts the door behind him with his feet, reveling in the small sounds of pleasure gushing out of your mouth.

"Satoru, can't stand," you whine out when your legs gives out under you, arms wrapped weakly around his neck as he lifts you up and gently lays you down on the bed, shifting himself right in-between your legs and prying it open with little effort from his side when you try to shut it close. Hooking a finger at the edge of your lacy underwear, he pulls it down torturously slowly- mouth drying up at the sight of your cunt, wet and clenching onto nothing. "So pretty," he coos, holding your thighs apart with his hands, he leans down and inhales your scent, ignoring the way you squirmed underneath him. Gently parting your folds with his fingers and watching your slick coat your walls, he swallows thickly as he licks his lips.

"Wai-" you cry out, hands hurriedly grabbing onto the sheets when he sucks at your clit with no warning, gulping down your juice like a starved man," tastes s' good," he moans, sending vibrations through you; arching your back and grinding your hips against his face, your eyes roll back from the stimulation. Popping a long slender finger inside, he explores every inch; a wide grin stretching on his face when he grazes a spot and your hip bucks up, sucking his finger whole with a loud moan.

"That feel good?" He asks, lazily adding in another and abusing your weak spot. You nod your head, hands clasping over your mouth to hold back your moans as tears collect in your eyes again, spilling over the edges and onto the sheets. "You look so much prettier crying under me instead of over him," he mumbles, resting his head on your thigh as he looks up at you with flushed cheeks, working his fingers inside you.

Fondling his clothed bulge with his other hands, his gaze zeroes on you, burning every detail into memory afterall you might never wanna see him again after this so he'd rather take the chance to memorize all your cute reactions and small mewls, clenching around his finger and oozing cream over it as you jerk from your orgasm, your vision goes black and Satoru moans loudly with you- imagining his cock being replaced with his fingers does wonders for him.

"I'm putting it in," he sits up hurriedly, positioning himself between your legs while pulling his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. You gulp at the sight of it, pre-cum leaking out heavily from the tip and his happy trail making it just the more appetizing but there was just one big problem- he was big, too big in both girth and length. He was so much bigger than your boyfriend and your boyfriend's dick felt right despite not wanting to admit it, the size did feel right. But Satoru's? His was gonna rip you, it's not gonna fit and you're not exaggerating just for the sake of it. It was pretty, sure but it's not gonna fit.

"That's not gon-" he cuts you off yet again, shoving his slick covered fingers in your mouth as he tuts at you disapprovingly. Gathering the slick from your folds with his other hand, he slathers it against his raging cock reverently- pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he licks it clean as he watches you gulp from the sight of it, a small smirk on his face; pushing your folds apart, he angles his fat tip against your hole and pushes in slowly.

"Satoru, wait," you whine out, hands pushing against his muscled alabaster chest, squirming under him and trying to scoot backwards but alas, his grip on your hips prevents you from doing so," you should stop moving so much," he grunts, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes to hold himself back from slamming his cock in you.

"I change my mind, stop. Please," you plead, nails digging in his chest and he sighs, frustratedly pushing his hair back and quickly pulling away from you. Watching him leave out the door, "probably to pick up his clothes," you think, relieved for having your cunt spared despite the ache between your legs. Your relief is quickly cut short when see Satoru enter the bedroom still naked, still hard but with a blindfold in hand now, leaving you swallowing thickly.

"What's that for?" You squeak nervously, sitting up and looking at him standing above you with a wide grin, flashing his pearly whites at you which just unsettles you more. "You'll find out," he murmurs, leaning down and grabbing your ankle, pulling you towards him when you start inching backwards. Your sputtered out protests falls on deaf ears and you're left shocked when he pulls the blindfold over your eyes, hindering your sight as you start panicking, hurriedly trying to pull it off your eyes but stopped when a hand grabs hold of your wrists and pins it above your head with a bruising grip, pushing you flat on the bed.

More protests pours out of your mouth but is quickly silenced when soft lips crushes against yours, the lack of sight only making you more sensitive when you feel a hand press down on your belly, lighting your skin aflame and groaning when the hold on your wrists tightens ever so slightly. Heat pools in your stomach and you buck your hips up, helplessly grinding your throbbing cunt against chiseled abs for friction. Loud whimpers of protest from you gets muted down by Satoru's lips against yours when he pushes his cock between your walls, unrelenting even when you're tugging at your wrists and squirming under him.

Inch by inch, he pushes into your velvety walls steadily with no sign of stopping, eyes rolling to the back of his head when he feels your cunt squeeze and pull him in so needily. "You're s' needy," he moans in your lips, finally bottoming out in you with a grunt, pulling a long needy whine out of you. The delicious stretch of his cock minimizing the pain of being stretched so far, your eyes cross underneath the blindfold and your mouth lolls open, giving Satoru free reign as he sucks and lolls his tongue with yours. Pulling away with a loud smack, a string of saliva attaching itself between both your swollen lips, he looks down at your breatheless, twitching body with a satisfied hum.

"You're really so selfish, y'know?" He grunts, grinding his hips against yours, not yet letting go of his hold on your hand. "All you do is whine and complain about your boyfriend to me without ever caring about how I feel," he stutters, pulling out and ramming back into you with a loud squelch, you squeal and arch your back as he looks down fascinatedly at your cunt taking him in.

"And do you know what makes it worse? The fact that you always say you love him in my face," an incoherent babbles of what he thinks is 'I'm sorry' pours out of you, uncaring of your condition he continues ramming himself in with every word. "When you clearly know that I love you, it's like you consciously try to make me jealous," he snaps his cock brutally against your sweet spot, his hand finally lets go of your pinned hands and grabs hold of your hips to pull you down and meet his. His other hand abusing your swollen clit, leaving you with broken whimpers and stuttering breathes.

Leaning down and resting his face on the crook of your neck, his whispered "I love you's" falling upon unheard ears. Kitten scratching his back and your hips moving against his, his hand glides down to the protusion on your belly everytime he's inside and presses down on it- light flashes in your eyes through the blindfold and you squeal out, cunt squirting it's juices against his stuttering pace. Still fucking you through your orgasm until he cums in you, your silky cunt milking him for all it's worth.

He falls down ontop of you and refuses to pull out, trying to plug his cum inside you- lucky him if he got you pregnant. Pulling the blindfold off from your eyes, he looks at your starstruck eyes with a tired grin. "That help you forget?" He mumbles, kissing your collarbone as you weakly nod your head. You whimper tiredly when you feel his softened cock get hard inside your sensitive hole," Let's just make sure it stays that way, yea?"

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Bonus :

Satoru is woken up by the sound of a ringing phone, groggily looking around when he notices your naked form snuggled against his which pulls a small smile out him. However the insistent ringing is starting to annoy him, what if it woke you up and made you pull away from him? He'll get to that when you wake up naturally, he has plenty of time till then.

Sighing and gently prying you off of him, his silent footsteps pads off towards the hallway filled with strewn clothes. Reaching down to your upturned phone, he annoyedly picks it up and looks at the caller, "Love♡" being the ID, he rolls his eyes at it. Why was your boyfriend even calling you at 4 in the morning? "That's a nice way of calling yourself insensitive." He mumbles to himself, picking the call up and bringing the phone to his ear.

"Hey, its not what you think it is. I swea-" your boyfriend starts, " Thanks for messing up. I appreciate it," Satoru cuts him off, quickly cutting the call and switching it off, silence ensuing in the dark hallway again. Throwing your phone back into the pile of clothes, he makes his way towards the bedroom again when another phone starts to ring. He lets out a frustrated grunt, he shut the phone down so why is it ringing? Looking down he realizes it's his and sighs when he looks at the caller ID, "Plan C". Begrudgingly picking the call, he mumbles an annoyed hello.

"I did what you told me too, that'll be a million," a feminine voice rings from the other line," I'll send it right now," Satoru answers, quickly sending the cash through online payment. "Great doing business with you," the voice replies cheerily before cutting the call. Satoru shuts his phone too, languidly throwing it in the pile again as he walks towards the room. He got rid of your feelings for your boyfriend now all he needs to do is get rid of your boyfriend before you realize that everything was a set-up.

You're smart afterall, talking to your boyfriend might just give Satoru's plan away but until then, all Satoru wants to do is snuggle with you for the moment. He'll save the rest later.

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I know I'm 4 days late for valentines but I had to post this 😭 luckily, my cast is off now >♡< (can't say the same about my laptop though 🥲)

Updates will be slower than usual until I replace my laptop.

Masterlist ♡ Serieslist ♡ NSFWlist

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ML x Smiling Critters Au

Students by day! Heroes by... any other time of the day. When people transform into weird creatures and terrorize the locals, it's up to Dogday and Catnap to save the day! And keep everyone alive, of course!... hopefully. Honestly, both Dennis and Theo are just trying to get through the day and attempt to maintain little normalcy that's left in their city

Could there be more to this weird phenomena than just random coincidences? Was this all planned? Will they ever find the rumored Ladybug Miraculous that is said to repair everything?

WELL Y'ALL IDK GUYS BC HONESTLY I ONLY DREW THIS FOR FUN AND AS STRESS RELIEF AND I'M FAR TOO BUSY AND TIRED TO EVEN TRY AND DRAW ANOTHER FANCOMIC JWDJDUDJFJDD

That's not to say I don't have ideas or a somewhat cohesive plot in mind for this little dumb au

Read them under the cut:

Idk if y'all even bothered to see the other post about this Au, but basically it's like a human AU where it's MOSTLY normal like. Playtime Co. didn't rly exist. Orphans were not expiramented. Maybe some grew up and became adults themselves etc. Ngl I haven't figured this part out properly, but basically a family had a hold of these miraculouses which made like, a secret orgs thst tests their abilities or something. Then stuff happens with like whistleblowing and an Agreste(tm) event. Tho to sum up my scattered thoughts on this part: they used to have all the miraculouses, but someone stole it away from them. Unfortunately for them, someone important got rly sick so they're rly desperately finding the others (LB and Cat Miraculous mostly) to cure them and yeah the current butterly user (Harley Sawyer at this point) is carrying his predecessor's wishes, but w/ an ulterior motive of course. Why is he a robot here? Mmm ngl I don't rly have any other reason for it. Just wanted to draw a robot w/ some butterfly motifs

Okay, for the story, the "toys" are just normal people, but they become their "toy" selves upon akumatization. Idk whether to base it more on the toy lore or in-game lore but I might just have to merge them both (but leaning more on toy-lore, hopefully)

There will be like, um, a mix of aging-up here, like the Smiling Critters and Nightmare Critters here are teenagers, but some characters like the human vers. of Mommy long legs is an adult. I am trying to understand the game lore but I won't be very accurate bc again, I' not rly active with it so sorry die-hard fans 🤷‍♀️

Enough of that, here are some thoughts of the main protags:

Dennis Dantes is the likable cheery athlete in school. You could say he's popular, but he doesn't rly hang out with the popular kids for too long. He'd rather spend time with the friends he made since he was young. Dennis is just honest and simple like that. He is a natural leader, but he only lets that shine through as Dogday.

Theodore Grambell is the opposite. He's a loner, troublemaker, and sleepy student that professors dislike to have in class. And yet, he is beloved by his friends, Dennis mostly! While he keeps quiet as himself, he's nearly dead silent as Catnap. He lets Dogday take the lead with saving the day, but at the end of the day, it's his cataclysm that really matters in an akuma crisis. Unlike Dennis, he knows a lot more about the miraculous stuff, thanks to some... shady figure

When the first meeting, Catnap and Dogday weren't sure of each other. It took some time and akuma-fighting for Dogday to actually understand Catnap, and for Catnap to tolerate Dogday's overbearing "as heroes, we have to blah blah blah" mindset. This is ironic, btw, because as civilians, they are both the bestest of friends. Closest. Dennis always pounces at Theo every time he sees him, then talks his ear off, and Theo wouldn't mind, and would just be happy to be with him

Story starts with Dennis getting his miraculous via finding it in his locker. Theo got his few weeks prior (thanks to shady figure). Since this is an alt universe, events went differently, so kwamis like Barkk behave a little differently from canon. Barkk here is a lot more strict with rules and has to asert common sense to Dennis when he gets too carried away by his heart. That said, Dennis and Barkk are good with each other. As for Plagg, he and Theo are awkward AF. I imagine that Theo's not much of a conversationalist in general, so you can guess who does most of the talking. Plagg's also desperately trying to convince Theo that MAYBE idk that the shady guy is??? Not to be trusted?? It falls on deaf ears, unfortunately

There ARE guardians of the miraculouses here lol they just don't have the Ladybug miraculous bc the former user crashed out and dipped. They are searching for it and later on, after Dennis meets them, he helps them search for it

Do their friends get a miraculous? Do the nightmare critters get a miraculous too (then cause mayhem?) Maybe, maybe not. Heehehehehee ( =＾ω＾)

OH also this AU is set in 2005 bc um to match the game setting idk [insert South Arcade - 2005]

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SWEETHEART

Pairing : Eren x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: p in v! , passing out in the middle of seggsy time, squirting, alot of cum, mating press, breeding, raw, crying , mention of animals, You and Eren work with animals, screaming (not arguing), kissing, m&f receiving head, breeding, cum eating, pet names( sweetheart ;) ,honey, baby), many badwords!!! NOT THOROUGHLY PROOF RED

WORDCOUNT: 4.5k😟😟😟

PLOT: You the owner of a bew clinic have been stressed but somewhere in the mix youve found interest in a new hire! Being that Sasha and Mikasa are your best friends, they give you a push… NOT THOROUGHLY PROOF RED

It was summer time while you were hanging out with Sasha and Mikasa doing nothing in particular. So you were dressed lowkey lazily. You've been working your ass off at your new clinic for straight weeks now, you really needed it! You had a really good amount of employees hired already and even they could notice the tired in your eyes. The three of you were walking downtown. It was night so it was all dimly lit. Sasha decided you three should order Mediterranean takeout and sit on the beach.

You were zoned out listening to the sounds of the water sloshing against the sand. Mikasa and Sasha were talking about who knows what. Mikasa suddenly shook you “hey you what’s wrong” she said, flicking your forehead. You scrunched your forehead “why the fuck!!!” “You’ve barely touched your food and your staring at the water” she said concerned. “Yeah she’s right, are you okay?” Sasha said while trying to sneak her fork into your food she almost got away with it too. “Your hungry ass” you said smiling slapping her hand away.

“Guys I'm fine , My headache went away so i can finally think.” You let out a breathy sigh. “But now its back because of you two” you grinned, pushing them both away giggling. “Awee we love you too pretty” Mikasa said lovingly. “You know you can talk to us about anything” sasha sayed putting on a fake man voice. they both squeezed you into a tight hug. “Welll…….there is this cute new hire but…..”you were trailing off about it being unprofessional or something who knows. Your two friends were staring at you like they've seen a ghost. “A BOYYYY?!?!” they both basically screamed out in unison faces 4 inches away from yours.

“Nevermind” you began stuffing your face with food , “this is actually so good oh my God” you said with your mouthful, movements quick hoping that they forget about what you just said. Mikasa grabbed your fork “first of all, chew?” Her face contorted with confusion as she stared at you annoyed. “Calm down , you just never talk about boys! After yk who…” Sasha said surprised .“It's okay”. You swore your brown skin was turning pink somehow.

You talked about him for a little bit and they somehow convinced you that you should talk to him the next time you go back to work. The rest of the night was spent with the three of you talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It was almost 3 in the morning by the time you left and you decided to just have a sleepover at your house. You don’t remember how you even made it into your bed but you did anyway! The two of them stayed for the next two days (already having clothes at yourss)until it was time for you to go to work.

You put just a little tad bit of effort into your appearance before going to work. You put on some light makeup and some cute lashes that bring out your eyes. You packed your lunch bag and work bag before heading out. You were kind of panicked unsure if you were even going to do it or not. Eren was quiet and attentive when he cared for animals. He was really smart so when he heard that you were looking for help with sorting out the finances for your clinic bills and what not,,he offered his hand. Now you two were in your office sorting through the papers in somewhat awkward silence.

Your mouth opened and closed but no words came out. Too nervous. “Ms, is something wrong?” Eren pushed up his glasses to get a better view of you. Honestly he thought you were one of the prettiest girls hes ever seen. His head turned slightly waiting for a response. “O-oh uhm uh I wa- uhm nevermind ihavetogotothebathroom” you muttered as you hurriedly pushed to the bathroom. “Ahhhh what the fuck” you put your hand over your face very clearly and reasonably embarrassed. “Excuse me Miss, are you alright?” It was Eren.

“Im fine but—-“ you fixed your composure and peeped your head halfway out the bathroom door. “Would you like to get dinnerwithmethisweekend?” You forced out hurriedly, not making any eye contact while he burned into your face. “Yeah! I mean yes, I have to get going, my shift is over.” He said, trying to hide his excitement. He's cuter than you thought. You grinned “okay Eren have a nice night”. The rest of the week consisted of the two of you stealing glances at each other smiling or just teasing. Schedule too busy to sit down and talk, you had the last of your meetings for a while with your business partners.

“Hey is it okay if I pick you up instead?”

“ yeah sure? How should I dress?”

“Casual is fine”

“Mk, ill be ready”

You were supposed to dress simple but you were so nervous you forgot what it meant and after scrolling through Pinterest, mismatching, and overthinking you finally found something casual and a little too much. “But! Why be underdressed when you can be overdressed” you said checking and spinning yourself around in the mirror. You did some light makeup and brushed out your lashes focusing on small details. You knew if you didn’t you would worry yourself till you canceled.

Ding

“Im here”

Now it's time to panic , you gave Fritz, your dog a few more pets before you left. Hand barely able to open the door. You glanced to spot erens car in front before you distracted yourself by digging through your purse. (How to avoid the awkward walk to the car irl though??????😞😞). Before you got to the car Eren slipped out to open the door for you. You almost fell when you saw him. He looked good in his scrubs but wow… Maybe its because you saw the tattoos that were usually kept hidden. You knew he had them from the small glimpses you were able to catch.

“Thank you Eren” you said as you slipped in putting on your seatbelt. “You’re welcome Miss…” he began but you cut him off, “uhuh-“ you shook your head “if we’re gonna be doing this then call me by my name” you quietly giggled. “Yes ma’ammmm” he said with a smile, his grill shining. “You look beautiful today yk?” Eyes focused on the road. “Thank you ‘Ren, you’re so sweet you look really good too” you said shyly. “I look good, ya hungry already?” He laughed when he heard your gasp saying how he was just kidding. The two of you talked about eachothers music taste, what school you went to, and a whole lot of nothing.

The two of you went to a new Mediterranean restaurant. It was going pretty good. You two shared alot of interest other than your job! He was surprised to see that you had some ink aswell. “How did you like your food?” He questioned. “Its so good i already feel full” you snorted. His eyebrow perked up “cmere” he said with a devilish grin,leaning over the table to whisper in your ear, “i can do you one better sweetheart.” He put his thumb on the side of your mouth wiping the left over sauce off your face. “Oh…” your breath hitched he plopped back down into his seat licking his thumb. “Mhmmm that is good” he said like nothing ever happened. Your expression was the complete opposite you squeezed your thighs and took a deep breath. “You sure are something else..” gaze lifting to look into his grey eyes. “I was only helping” he said, defending himself and shrugging with a funny pout as he met your eyes.

You were in the restaurant for almost 2 hours just talking. Your server came by for the time that they were closing down for the day. You giggled, “I guess we should be on our way then” talkin to ren. He took your hand walking you out the restaurant into the car. “I had alot of fun tonight” he said calmly, you agreed. “It’s been so long since Ive been on a date” you commented. “M’ glad you asked because I was too scared to” he mumbled scratching his neck with one hand steering. “Whaaaaaa” you shreiked. “Yeah Ive had my eyes on you since I applied but…..you’re so out of my league” you laughed “HAH yeah right.” You laughed out rolling your eyes. He smiled , it was so pretty though. You sighed, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence. He pulled the car into your driveway. You began to undo your seatbelt and before you reached for the door handle he grabbed your wrist. Yanking it back towards him, your face filled with confusion. Tension was forming between the small space of your faces. “I meant what i said” he whispered eyes flicking back to your and your lips. “You’re the prettiest thing I've ever seen sweetheart” he reminded ,hand cupping your cheek rubbing his thumb comfortingly against your face.

The air around you was so thick and heavy now. You leaned into his touch eyes focusing on eachother, saying things you weren’t able to get out. You leaned in kissing him, his hand moving to the back of your neck pulling you in closer. He was kissing you like he was still hungry. He opened his mouth and you took it as an invite to explore his mouth even more. You softly bit his lip and sucked on his tongue just a little bit. “Fuck” he groaned and you whined almost cried as he pulled away a string of spit separating the two of you. He knew he had to stop and if he didn’t now he’d be on you till the morning. He didn’t want you to think he was just here for that.

Silence filled the car as you just practically eye fucked each other gaze snapping away from another when you heard fritz loud barking. “Bye Eren” you gave him a soft smile as you got out the car. “See you later sweetheart” he waved with a fat goofy grin taking over his face. He only pulled off when he saw you disappear behind the door. “Hi Fritz, mommy missed you soo much”. She jumped off the bed and onto you making you trip and almost fall. “Woah okay calm down” you warned “you’re too big for that”. She was a german shepherd afterall. She whimpered at your words, she's only 1! You threw your clothes off discarding them onto the floor and jumped into bed.

You immediately called Sasha and Mikasa , they were so excited for you. You mentioned the kiss and sasha nearly cried. “Please wear protection y/nnnnn” she begged. “Yeah, im not ready to be the rich auntie yet.” Mikasa added. Now they were going back and forth and you rolled your eyes at your best friends.

“Goodnight sweetheart”

“Good night Renny<3”

You kicked your feet giggling into the sheets. Embarrassing! “Fritz, i think you’re getting a new daddy” she barked and jumped into your bed to rest on your stomach.

Now its been 3 months since youve asked Eren on your first date. Its been great youve been seeing each other almost every weekend and when you can you try and go to lunch together when your breaks at work line up. Suspicions have been making their way through the clinic but nothing serious. Honestly you couldn’t have thought things would be going so well for you already! You’ve been getting new patients almost every other day, and you treated your first Capuchin monkey. It was funny because when he woke up the poor thing jumped on Erens head and wouldn’t let go till his owner came.

“GET IT OFF OF ME” Eren screamed comically running around the back. Everyone broke out in fits of laughter. “Calm down honey, hes not doing anything” you tried to reassure your boyfriend- well not officially but hopefully soon. It was working till the thing ripped off his glasses making him hit his head on the wall. “Now that one is your fault “ you giggled while taking him to the waiting room. The small thing jumped off his head into his owners arm. “I'm so sorry” the sweet lady mouthed before she left. You gave him a quick peck on his lips. “Better already” he said and if u squinted you could see a tail wagging behind him.

After work Eren dropped you off at your house telling you to be ready for tonight. You were excited , you always were. He was so sweet to you, never making you have to stress about dates, just getting you pretty outfits for you to wear. Eren was inherently rich, his father is the head director of a hospital and his mom works under him. So ontop of the money he already had working at the vet made his pockets heavy asl. He told you to wear something fancy so you put on something with a light sweater. Too bad summer is almost over today was a little chilly.

Ding dong

“Who is it?” You asked from the other room, fritz barking when she heard the bell. “Hey shush” you hushed the dog as you walked towards the door. “Take a guess sweetheart”. You unlocked it to reveal the 6’0 man. “For meeee? How nice” you said taking to flowers he bought for you. “Let me put these in a vase and ill be ready.” Fritz has grown fond of Eren, she gave him licks and would follow him around everywhere. It was more believable if you said he was her owner pfft. You placed the flowers into some warm water, you added the flower food and a small amount of sugar.

“Oh wait i forgot to tell you, pack like a sleepover bag, i want you to sleep at mines, if that’s okay?” Eren questioned as if you would say no. You aren’t crazy. “Of course, can we drop Fritz off at Sashas though? I don’t want her to be home alone so long.” You asked a slight tone of concern. Eren agreed , you packed your bag leaving out pjs figuring youd just wear his shirt. You dropped your dog off, sasha slapping a condom into your hand and slamming the door back before you could say anything. Come to think of it , you and Eren haven’t actually had sex yet. You wanted to be his girlfriend first or was it an excuse because you were too scared. You’ve had your make out sessions of course nothing much more besides you mindlessly grinding on his thigh.

The two of you were seated on the rooftop of a restaurant you can’t pronounce even if you tried. It was so romantic, the strung lights hanging around dimly lit the area. The waiter brought out your food. “Hey, remember on our first date, i had a bunch if sauce on my lip” you said grabbing your fork. “Mhm..i remember your outfit and everything pretty.” He said laughing , “you don’t even know how nervous I was, almost pissed myself”. “Makes two of us!” You cackled. He thought you were the most perfect thing hed ever know. You finished eating making your way back to Erens.

No matter how many times you drove by to see his house it was still a shocker. It was like a mansion kind of big, it was cute and comfy on the inside too. As the two of you entered the home he suddenly covered your eyes. “I have a surprise for you, keep them closed and follow me” he taunted and you nodded. “What are you up to boy” you slapped your hand over your eyes while you free one grabbed him. After walking up a flight of stairs and taking familiar turns you finally came to a stop. There was a brief silence when he opened the door to make sure everything was in place. “You can open them” he said, voice cracking, pouring with nerves.

The room was decorated with flower petals and gifts sprawled out on the bed. A sign in them middle asking if he could be your boyfriend. You didn’t really know what to do but stand in shock. He took a step closer opening a box with a ring in it. His hands were so shaky , “s-so?” He stuttered. “Are you joking….” You whispered not knowing what else to say.

His hand moved to cup your cheek, “im so serious” his eyes studying your teary ones , wiping a falling tear with his thumb. You grabbed his arm and pulled him in a skillful kiss. “Y-yea-hah” you lightly moaned as he deepened it, crushing your body with his to pull you an ample amount closer. He pushed you onto the bed moving all the gifts onto the floor not breaking the kiss, your lips following his. Hes climbing over you intertwining his fingers with yours “hhh-hold on mama” he gasped breathlessly breaking away from the kiss.

Your face twisted, eager you pressed your heat against his knee moving your hips to get some friction. He moved down to lick and suck marks into your neck pushing your shirt up, your skirt hiking up dangerously high. “You’re so nasty, no panties today?” he rasped giving you a fair smile when a sticky wet patch appeared on his leg. He pressed it more against you watching the scene play out like it was the greatest porn he’d ever seen. “M-m ore please” you complained , it wasn’t enough this time. Now you’re helping him remove his shirt yours follow after along with your bra.

His mouth found his way to your nipples, sucking and licking them. Rolling the buds inbetween his fingers , “nd im the nasty one?” you said biting your lip with a slick smirk. You ran your hands through his messy hair massaging his scalp. His tongue darted out before tracing a long lick down to your pussy. “Never said i wasn’t” he replied looking up at you n winking. “O-oh” your hips buckled as he placed his thumb onto your clit rubbing soft circles and you could’ve sworn he was spelling his name.

He watched intently before licking down to your dripping hole coming back and giving attention to your hardened bud. His finger stopped rubbing your inner thigh and poked and circled it around your tight entrance. “Eren…cmon” you begged eyes filling with tears. He scrunched your skirt up so he could get a view of your expression.

“Okay sweetheart” who was he to deny you of anything?

He sunk two fingers in curving them into your walls. You jaw opened drool creeping down the side of your mouth. “Taste so good “ he groaned , it sent extra vibrations down to your clit. You were fucking his face unable to control your movements. He started to move his fingers sloppily his mouth work becoming quicker too. “F-fUck ‘m gonna cum Ereh” you cried , “im s-oh closeree” you strained making eye contact. Then his fingers finally finally found that spot. He watched you dip your head further into the mattress back arching up. Your boyfriend fuckking himself, rutting his dick on the side of the bed. “Oh my God “ he growled “c-cum fa m-me mama.”

You helplessly planted your foot on his shoulder pushing it while your hand is tangled in his hair. “Rennie I can’t” You swallowed thickly as your attempt of trying to let him lighten up on you failed. Your stomach squeezing and the pressure became unbearable you let out a silent scream. It felt like your whole body was on fire. Moans flowed out of your mouth as you came , hips lifting off the bed and a sad attempt at running away. Erens mouth is still eating you through it. “Th-thank y-ou s’ muUc-h” you said. “Such good manners” he chuckled as he watched you twitch already looking lost. You think he pulled your soul out through your pussy.

You grabbed his hand before mindlessly putting the sticky fingers in your mouth. “Heyy i wanted that” he fake pouted. His wrist dug his fingers further through your throat making you choke, spit and bubbles dripping down his arm. “Nghhaahasha” you moaned , he pulled them out and you coughed as tears ran down your cheeks. “Dont talk with your mouth full!” he licked around the ring on your finger. You yanked him on the bed so he could lay down, you frantically pulled off his belt and his pants. His length threatened to poke out of his boxers. You were quick to pull those down and it slapped against his abdomen for a sec. It was so thick you gawked at it before rubbing your thumb over his slit.

“Ahhh so cute!” You said watching the pretty pink tip leak, he bit the back of his hand embarrassed to show how pink his face is. “You’re embarrassing…” he held back a strained groaned, “but you like it dont you hm?” you wiggled your ass in the air taunting him. Your mouth swirling the tip with your mouth then taking longer stipes down his shaft. Your soft hand jerked him slowly as you swallowed a little more with every bob of your head. Eren shuddered under you, hand tangling itself in your hair.

Lewd gags and spit pooling at the base of his dick dripping to his balls. “Ma-shit” his gritted “pretty ass mouth” hips rocking slightly up forcing its way further down your throat. You hallowed out your cheeks, “tha-thats it mama, just like that” his eyes were closed. He continued fucking your throat while you sucked and licked for all hes worth. “Ff-fuck me m’ gonna cum” he whined , now hes trying to run away from you. You sat on his legs and jerked him off while u sucked his balls. “Oh shit” abs tightening and he had to sit up before he went crazy. Vasts amount of cum shooting out his length. You giggled watching his eyes roll to the back of his head.

You came back to the tip sucking him dry, his hand squishing your cheeks so he could see your painted mouth “open up sweetheart” he asked . Of course you did his fingers toying with your tongue before kissing you. “Mhmmm” he groaned tasting your sweet mouth with his nut. “You satisfy my sweet tooth” he licked his teeth. When you pulled away you wouldn’t be wrong if you said you saw hearts in his eyes. “Hands and knees sweetheart” he said, tone more dominant and demanding now. His hands pushed your arch deeper , he lined himself up with your leaky entrance. Pushing past the ring slowly your arm reached out to grip the sheets. “I-is too b-big Renny” you babbled, drool pooling out your pretty soft lips. “Nuh-uh you ca-n take it” Eren reassured you, rubbing your back with his big hands slowly inching in deeper.

By now your arch is so far gone hes digging into your stomach. Giving you a few seconds of soft thrust before slamming into you rapidly. “i ca-cant do this n-no moreeee” you moaned sluggishly as your limbs gave out. “But we just started mama?” Eren gave you a pout , “are you sure you want to stop huh?” He knew the answer because you were still fucking him back the fat of your ass making loud clapping noise. You could feel the slick between your legs spreading around your thighs.

He grabbed the back of your neck pulling your back to his chest and you wailed at the sudden change of position. “I asked you a fucking question sweetheart” he whispered into your ear biting the skin “answer me” his voice filled with poison. “Ke-keep goi-goin keep going Eren” you cried , “don’t stop please” you were begging. Feeling the familiar sensation take over your body Erens rhythm never stops fucking you just right “Cum all over this dick sweetheart, its yours.” Just as he spoke, whatever holding you together snapped. “Yeah? all mine Ren?” You repeated and he reassured each time placing soft kisses onto your neck.

His hand reached infront of you and persistently rubbing it your back arched up off of him and your head fell back onto his shoulder. You were cumming, gushing alot your moans streaming out makin you shake violently. Clenching around him. “O-oh fuck mama” he groaned out “i knew this pretty pussy could take it” his brows furrowed as he pulled out tapping your clit with his thick cock. Cream pulling out of you, he softly put you on your back lifting one of your knees to your chest. “Just one more okay ma? I promise” he said with a sinful filled grin. “O-oh uh-fuck m-me fuck” you said weakly, “anythin fo-or you Er-eren”. He tilted his head wondering how he got so fucking lucky.

Your so obedient, your mind was blankinh as he slid it in with a deep thrust, “ohhh mY GOD” the two of you moaned in unison. You came again for the 3rd time as soon as his hips slapped with yours. Your hand immediately grabbed the arm keeping your leg in place. His thrust were becoming so sloppy and he aimed his hips just right thrusting upwards poking at your g spot over and over. Eren was moaning your name repeatedly like it was some kind of seance. He pushed your other knee to your chest hes got you trapped in full mating press now. You were wailing nails digging into his body and him repeatedly ramming into your sweet spot.

“M gonna cum, shit thi-this is the best pus-sy ever” , he moaned “whyd you keep it from me for so long SHIT!”. He realizes he been talking to himself, “woah, hey baby” hes cooing at you your body limp and unconscious, “get up pretty m’ almost finished” he kisses you gently waking you up your arms wrap around his neck to get some grounding. You have a lazy tired smile on your face stained with tears. “There she is” Eren gives a few more slams of his hips each time winding you before thick ropes of cum pour into you. You squirted all over his lower half, shocked as you never done it before. Some of Erens hair sticking to his sweaty forehead he watched as a mix of ur cum leaked out of you, some covering his dick.

He plunged a finger into your pussy tasting the mix he groaned out softly. “Lets get you to the bathroom hmm” he spoke so innocently and gentle you thought you were hallucinating. He pulled off your cum stained skirt and sat you so you could pee. He helped you shower, you were half sleeping the whole time. He carried you to his room and placed you gently under the covers ontop of him. Your hand on his chest softly snoring. He was soon after you placing his arm around your waist. “I love you “ he kissed your head.

Hello hello Hi guys, school is starting back soon so ill try to post when I can!! But ill try to get something out atleast once every week and with longer post like this most likely every 2 weeks or so.

But you guys see how y/n peed after doing the sex!!!??? Yeah u need to do that. Always be safe when involving any sexual interaction

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Zoro & Luffy (OPLA) reacting to you having severe daddy issues

A/n: Sorry guys i Felt a little angsty today and i put a little too much of my daddy issues into this lmao

Masterlist

Headcannons version (Not ready yet)

Plot: Basically reader is stressing about going back home because of her father because he's a shit head

Warnings; Terrible father, Anxiety attacks, Cursing,

LUFY; He knows a little bit more about your past than the rest; he's your captain; he takes that as his responsibility. So when he saw your entire expression change when nami said the next place they would dock was your home island he was worried . He wanted to talk to you about it but Usopp needed his attention.Later’ he told himself that he'd go into your room. Later he actually arrived when you heard a sudden knock at your door it caught you by surprise. When you opened it you expected to see nami or sanji but not Luffy he had a plate in his hand ‘Damn I missed dinner’. You looked at luffy in the eye and he had his serious expression “{Name} Could we talk?”. your heart drops to your stomach, you had prayed that no one would ask you that 4 letter question, you created your throat “Mhm- yea come in” He takes slow footsteps as he looks around your room looking for a place to set down the food he settled for the nightstand. He takes a seat on your bed while patting the space next to him. You go but reluctantly “What’s the problem captain” Luffy not one for beating around the bush and he wouldn’t do it right now “Is there something in your hometown that you fear {Name}?” You feel tears try to escape your eyes when you blink rapidly. You think about lying but it's Luffy he would find out anyways “Yes their is' '. He perks up at this “Well whatever it is i'm all ears.” so you spill everything along with you crying in the process. When you finished everything there were two things on Luffy's mind: How he was gonna kill this bastard and you didn't deserve any of that. you except luffy to say something but he doesn’t he use uts his straw hat onto you and hugs you and you basically jump into his arms and cry some more and he doesn’t complain he knows you need this and who is he to take this away from you “Shit i got my tears all over your shirt” After you separate from the hug “It’s ok i have more” You smile at him and he returns the favor. He gets off your bed and walks to the door “wait where are you going?” “Telling nami that we need to change where we’re docking”

ZORO; He never really knew about your past no one on the crew did. So when he found you crying in your room trying to stay silent it broke his heart. He didn't say anything as you tried to wipe your tears away from your red eyes. He just closed the door behind him and sat besides you in the corner of your room. He saw that you were shaking uncontrollably. He doesn't do emotions well but he would learn for you. He noticed you tried to speak but your voice but nothing went out “You don’t have to say anything {name}”. you looked at him in the eyes for the first time since he saw you “Thank you” Your voice was lower than a whisper only letting his ears hear it. You try to stand but you do it too quickly causing you to fast it causes you to fall back but zoro catches you “Let’s get you sat down ok” He carried you bridal style onto your bed laying you down gently. He goes to leave but you grab his wrist “Dont go please” He sees you silently pleading in your eyes so he stays he crawls into the bed with you he has you lay your head on his chest “Ro can I tell you what happened” “You don't have to” “I just need someone to talk to about it” He puts his full attention on you nothing else has his attention. So when you tell him everything His heart is hurting but angry No human deserves any of that “Do you feel better?” You nod at him “But tired” He gently grabs your face making you look at him “Sleep I’ll be here when you wake up” In zoro’s mind he was gonna kill that asshole

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I have plenty of requests for yuri voice, there’s not enough fics or headcanons, but! I hope you can change that! Can I have a Charlie fic where there’s top cas? Literally any top reader-

1) Can I have a Charlie fic where there’s top!fem! cas? Smut pls- and like the plot being he’s just pent up from stress and just needs a release-

2) Alphonse and Seth, seth still thinks he isn’t worthy of any love from them so sugurboo and Alphonse show him that is worth it? Switch!Alphonse, sub Seth, and dom top female sugarboo?

3)fin fluff/ angst(bc we need both sometimes) that who will not be named shows up at his shop, belittles him and even goes to hit him- and so sunflower basically steps in and helps

And so that’s it, please and thank you

Helping Out |Charlie

pairing: Yuurivoice Charlie x fem! reader

warnings: smut, blowjob, dom? reader, sub Charlie

summary: Pete has been working Charlie to the bone, which means Charlie doesn't have a lot of time to relax so you decide to be a sweet girlfriend and help destress.

a/n: I've been having a bad case of writers block so this is kind of shitty.

Charlie had to work overtime at Pete's because today they just so happened to be SEVERELY understaffed, unfortunately for him this wasn't the first time this week he had to work overtime so he was absolutely exhausted.

You could tell by the look in his eyes every time he came home that he was tired and was extremely stressed out, making you feel sorry for your poor boyfriend.

You were currently sitting on your bed, which you shared with Charlie, waiting for him to come home. As you waited for him to come home you checked the clock on the night stand. It was already 11:30?! You started to worry that he'd never come home. (You were being dramatic but still, you wondered if he'd come home soon or at least come home today).

As you thought about the whereabouts of your boyfriend you heard the front door open then close. Charlie walked into your guy's shared bedroom looking even more tired than yesterday, which made you quite upset. He shouldn't have to stay over time and get paid minimum wage.

"How was work today Chuck?" You asked in a sweet and soft tone, not wanting to be too loud since he had to deal with bitchy customers loud and obnoxious voices all day. "It was fine, Pete was just up my ass all day, you know the usual." He said as he kicked off his shoes and took off his black zip up sweater vest.

"I'm sorry." You replied, feeling sorry for him, having to deal with his boss. "You have nothing to be sorry for Cas, plus it's bringing in money I guess." He said, mumbling the last bit of his sentence. "I mean yeah but you should enjoy work, not come home feeling like shit." You said. It wasn't okay that he was coming back home feeling like crap then going to bed, waking up, going back to work, and restarting the cycle all over again.

"Well there's nothing I can really do." That was true, there was nothing he could really do. The jobs were all minimum wage and kinda shady, and the ones that weren't, you needed a really good resume, which he didn't really have considering the fact that he's quite literally worked for shady people and done shady things, and working for Pete of course.

While Charlie was in the shower washing off all the sweat and grime from that day, you tried to figure out a way to relax your boyfriend. He was off tomorrow, maybe you could just make the day all about him since he's been having bad days for the past week. Good cuddles, breakfast, maybe even take him shopping for some new clothes. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Charlie came out of the bathroom drying off his hair by shaking it like a dog, wearing black and red plaid pajama pants.

He plopped himself on the left side of you, pushing his head back against the pillow and sighing heavily. You got up and decided you'd start his special treatment tonight.

You laid yourself on Charlie's stomach, making him look at you, your faces a couple inches away from each other. "Chuck, can I ask you something?" You said. "Uh sure? What is it?" He said in response, his face slightly flushed from how close you were to his crotch, and from the shower. "Can I.. take care of you tonight?" You asked shyly. This wasn't the first time you guys have had sex but it was a bit more awkward due to the fact that he looked like he was about to pass out at any moment. "You really don't have to Cas, I won't be able to really give you anything back because I feel I'm about to pass the fuck ou-" Before he could finish his sentence you covered his mouth with your hand. "You don't have to give me anything back I just..wanna take care of you tonight." You said, looking at him compassionately. You wanted tonight to be about him and him only.

"I don't want anything in return, I can tell you've been really stressed out and I want to help you relax." You say as you take your hand off his mouth, waiting for a response. He sighs. "Okay." He knew you were pretty stubborn so it would be pretty much impossible for him to disagree with not giving you anything back in return.

You slid the rest of your body down his stomach to in between his legs. You grabbed the front of his pants and his boxers and pulled them down, his cock springing out.

You look at him to see his reaction but he's just looking at you with wide eyes, his face flushed even more than before. You look back down to his cock and give it a small kiss before slowly and carefully taking it all in your mouth, making him lean back into the pillow and moan.

You started to slowly suck him off, not wanting him to cum too fast. "C-cas can I put my hands in your hair please?" He asked. "Mhm." Is all you could say, not wanting to stop.

You started to pick up the pace, making him moan louder. Now the only thing you could hear was Charlie's moans and whimpers and the sound of you sucking him.

You could tell Charlie was close by the way he was bucking his hips slowly into your mouth and the way he was intertwining pieces of your hair into his fingers. "Fuck C-Cas I'm c-close~" You started sucking him off faster and faster, drool trickling down from your mouth to your chin. Charlie was a panting mess, begging and pleading to cum in your mouth, to which you let him.

Strings of his cum shooting to the back of your throat, while you groaned, tears streaming down your face from having to keep your jaw open for so long. You took his cock out of your mouth, as you whipped your lips that were covered in your saliva and a bit of the cum that managed to escape your mouth.

As you both tried catching your breath he pulled up his pants and brought you up to his chest, wiping away the tears that were still running down your cheeks. "S-sorry Cas, was I too rough? " He said, breathing heavily still trying to catch his breath. "N-no, no, not at all." You said sounding like you were about to fall asleep at any second.

"Thank you Casper, you really know how to relax me when I need it." He said in a sleepy voice before yawning and looking down at you to see you already more than half asleep.

"You're...wel..come." You said before fully falling asleep. Charlie then smirked softly and kissed your forehead, grabbing the blanket and covering the both of you.

"Good night Cas." He said before closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

☆ this was requested by @kenzib23! It's been about a month since I've posted a fanfic so here you go (I've been extremely busy and exhausted :')) my requests are open!

[mapofyourstars]

Tag Game: Get to Know Your Mutuals <3

thank you, @star-lights-up, for tagging me in this - you have no idea how badly I wanted to do this one, so thank you. putting under a read more to not clog dashes!

What's the origin of your blog title?

it's from these lyrics, who own my entire heart and soul. "At first, I thought you were a constellation, I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation. You're as beautiful as endless. You're the universe I'm helpless in."

OTP(s) + Shipname:

ah, there's erik/charles (cherik), steve/bucky (stucky), elio/oliver (no idea), erika/charlotte (cherika), peter/kurt (nightsilver), logan/storm (no idea - stormverine?), achilles/patroclus (patrocilles), and probably more that I'm forgetting.

Favourite colour:

purple, pink, black; love me some pastels, too.

Favourite game:

probably stardew valley because I've spent the most time playing it. also love minecraft and animal crossing a lot, and @star-lights-up, you are so valid for saying that minecraft creative mode is peaceful - minecraft even in easy makes me stressed.

Song stuck in your head:

"How Dare You Want More" by the Bleachers. such a good, good song.

Weirdest habit/trait?

lol, dunno if this is a habit/trait or even weird; but I dissociate A Lot. probably a coping mechanism from my childhood and/or a way to avoid the stressors of the world. I also listen to a new song on repeat for hours/days until I'm tired of it. my brain has to absorb everything about it.

Hobbies:

writing, playing with photoshop, crocheting/knitting, playing video games, listening to music.

If you work, what's your profession?

my official title is "detection and investigation analyst lead" - I basically work in the area of fraud. formally, my professional title is psychological scientist.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically?

realistically, I'd like to be a professor; but the job market is so over-saturated, pay could be shit depending on what university, and I would have had to do post-doctoral work, which would have probably killed me mentally and emotionally.

Something you're good at:

my job at work, my area of expertise as a psychological scientist, and probably writing and crocheting, though I could improve with both of those for sure.

Something you're bad at:

writing in present-tense, oh my god.

Something you love:

erik lehnsherr - think about that man way, way too much.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

x-men universe, marvel universe, psychological sciences/research, this one mathematical hypothesis, the books I love - basically all of my hyperfixations.

Something you hate:

the way the world is currently and the way people have zero (0) empathy anymore.

Something you collect:

I collect shot glasses from various places I've been (can't stand shots though). I also collect lego sets and magneto things courtesy of my partner buying me them all the time. he supports my hyperfixations.

Something you forget:

all the amazing plots that come to my mind that I forget to write down. but more generally, I forget a lot of things - pisses many people off around me, but I can't help it. I don't have good memory.

What's your love language?

I'm chewing over the fact I'm probably a little asexual, so my love language when I actually have it is little, subtle touches, just letting my partner know I'm there. I also love buying little things

Favourite movie/show:

Films: X-Men franchise; Captain America trilogy only; Saw series; Resident Evil series; Cry-Baby; The Fifth Element; Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy only; and many other more. TV Shows: Love, Death, and Robots; House, MD; Breaking Bad; Supernatural; The Agency; Danny Phantom

Favourite food:

I'm vegan, but I still find ways to eat some of my favorites - pizza, pasta, tacos, salads (god, I love salad), and pierogies.

Favourite animal:

cats! and snakes are pretty cool.

What were you like as a child?

I was an undiagnosed audhd kid (heavy on the autism, as it turns out), so I didn't know I was different than everyone else; so everyone kind of just existed around me as I acted "normally" for myself but was very not normal for everyone else. still coming to terms with that and morning my childhood a bit because I really thought I fit in - but I didn't, lol - and that's okay.

Favourite subject at school?

math - I have a degree in it. also, social sciences like psychology - I also have a degree in it. if you put them both together, I have a doctorate in them. a nerd through and through.

Least favourite subject:

as funny as it sounds, I couldn't stand english simply because I hated writing essays. and in-class essays - get outta here with that.

What's your best character trait?

I have a very, very hard time self-reflecting and figuring out my traits, personality, etc.; so I don't really know. I do know that I'm very, very empathetic and compassionate - I worry about others and their circumstances well before I worry about myself - so possibly that.

What's your worst character trait?

dunno if this a character trait, but I have massive issues with executive functioning to the point where I can't get a lot done in the day. so that's something I cannot stand because I wanna be the person who does things, but my mind just doesn't let me.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

I need to get into a higher tax bracket and move to europe, lol

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

I would love to talk to Edgar Allan Poe - his writing is just incredible to me, and I want to know how he created all his short stories and poems because they are so creative and spine-chilling. I also want to meet Beethoven because he likely had a modern-day diagnosis of something and he was also not white, as we know now; so I'd love to just sit with him and go through his hearing-loss and partner-loss and how he wrote such incredible music despite his psychological issues.

loved doing this - thank you for the tag. tagging some mutuals who weren't tagged by @star-lights-up, and as always, no pressure to do the tag: @neonwizardheehee, @lennakasra, @ghostboy512, @lightasthesun, @lenichque, @fullcatkryptonite, @eriknocherikyes, @mister-peregrine, @artificiallita, @dick-helmet-magneto, and any other moots who wanna do the tag.

[ochrearia]

Overwhelmed

Biff and YS favoritism strikes again we win these lmaoooo

The nefarious. Black and white esque thinking also strikes again but at least I can have some sort of gray area about things I think I'm good at portraying both sides making mistakes instead of writing a victim and a "bad" person. If I learned anything from my situationship last year it's that a lot of the time. Both sides are helping to create issues. Does that make sense? Idk I'm over-heating too much right now

But I've had this thought about. Biff for a little bit. Just in general of canon FNF BF has to basically prove his worth before anyone bothers to consider him and I think I resonate with that. I know it's just the plot or whatever but makes me sad in a way

BFs in this one-shot: PoPr!BF (Biff, mine), Yourself (YS)

Biff almost never had his problems get to him. The bastard was consistently upbeat and cheery for the most part, so when he suddenly wasn’t it was always sort of a panic button for YS. He didn’t like seeing his little brother like this. All… stressed and overwhelmed by something on his mind but didn’t feel like he could say.

“Just take it.” Biff sighed. “Please just take it. I’m tired of this. Stress-induced overheating. You’re constantly cold and can never make your own heat, take mine, get rid of it. You’re me. It’s still technically me solving my own issue.”

YS grimaced slightly, letting Biff slot right into his arms like second nature. Hugs from a guardian angel. Maybe if he was lucky his body would act as a heat conductor so he actually could help take it. Though he wasn’t really sure if that’s how it worked. “You’re stressed, then. Don’t you want to talk about it?”

Biff let out a hollow laugh. “No. There’s no real point anyway. I’m not exactly being all that fair anyway. I think I’m just tired of no one wanting to listen to me. When I say things. All these damn people I have to rap battle. My words mean nothing regardless unless I fight right then and there to prove myself as anything.”

“Still talking about it.” YS pointed out gently. “People do listen to you, though? Your partners? Your brothers? …Me?”

“Not always.” Biff shrugged, keeping his face hidden. “And I know it’s unfair, to want people to listen to me every time I have something I want to say. No one is required to care. It’s just me being selfish. Thinking that whatever I have to say is important anyway. Sometimes it really just isn’t and that’s my problem.”

“And you don’t bother to do anything because you think trying to bring it up won’t be listened to either.” YS finished, assuming.

“I can’t make people listen to me.” Biff frowned. “I don’t… want to make people listen to me. That’s basically what I’ve been doing this whole damn time… these rap battles. Just being louder than the other person until they have to listen. I don’t want to do that to the people I actually care about. I can be quiet. I can’t have everything I want.”

“That’s not a good mindset, little man.” YS mumbled. “I know it’s not because I think that way too. You should be honest. You can’t just hold onto everything because you think it’s better that way. You’re just going to internalize it instead. I don’t want that for you.”

“Yeah, well…” Biff trailed off, pushing further into his big brother. “Just want things to be fair… I know I don’t have any special powers or anything. But I still want to protect the ones I love. But I guess I’m not… really allowed to do that? Everyone jumps to take care of me. And I really do appreciate that. But it’s like pulling teeth, sometimes, to be even allowed to take care of… ugh, never mind, this is stupid.”

YS’s frown deepened. “It’s not stupid, man. Not communicating doesn’t solve anything. You should say something about it.”

Biff shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I know what I’m good for and what I shouldn’t bother with. I can’t have everything I wish I could. No one can.”

YS let his arms tighten around his little brother. Fuck, he was talking like how he would. Had he helped drive this idea? Maybe pointing fingers wasn’t a good idea. It wasn’t about blame. It was always going to be about helping to fix it. But Biff seemed overwhelmed, stressed and unable to really think properly. There wasn’t very much he could do with someone not willing to listen- Oh.

Right.

“It does matter.” YS insisted gently. “I know you probably won’t believe that right now. You should talk about how you feel more. I know you’ve gone through so many encounters at this point that don’t bother to let you have a say. And you’re at a point that you don’t think it even matters anymore, so you don’t even try. But you’re guaranteeing no one to listen if you don’t even try. I know it’s hard. Have a little faith in your people to realize what’s bothering you?”

Silence from his little brother.

“The cycle is just going to continue like this. You end up in a situation where someone doesn’t listen to you, or take your words as something to consider. And it hurts you. You know it hurts you. But you don’t say anything because you don’t think there’s a point, because why would they consider your words for that either? But they might. If they care about you, they will. You’re not giving them a chance to, though, by saying nothing. And I’m telling you this but now you’re not listening to me. Because you’re upset and don’t want to. It’s just going to keep repeating.”

“Yeah… I guess.” Biff mumbled. “Just… sucks. I don’t want to bring moods down or whatever. Hurts more than it should I think. I shouldn’t feel like I’m about to cry when this keeps happening, should I? That doesn’t feel normal.”

“I think you’re taking it as a rejection.” YS theorized. “Which, I guess, it could be in a way. But I highly doubt it’s on purpose when your partners do it. Or our brothers. And, well, if I’ve caused it, I’m sorry. I definitely don’t mean to do that. I know how much RSD sucks. But no one’s going to automatically know a boundary unless you set it. Which means you have to speak about it. Even if you don’t want to, for whatever reason.”

“Maybe. I don’t think I have the strength for that right now. I’ve been having a bad streak for a few days. I might be at my limit, is all. And I don’t like this stress heat either. It’s getting in the way of being able to snuggle with my partners. Because I’m too hot.”

“Well, I don’t really know if I can fix that.” YS chuckled softly. “Am I helping? Am I stealing enough of your body heat yet?”

“Still stressed.” Biff admitted. “But your hugs always make things better eventually. Can I stay?”

YS smiled down at him. “Of course. Promise you’ll talk about this later, though? I can’t fix that for you. You have to talk if you want anything to change.”

“Okay.” Biff said eventually. “Maybe not when I feel so overwhelmed, but. I’ll try.”

[sillygoobie]

Regarding my AUs

I've decided I'm gonna take a break from working on any kinda writing for my AUs.

"Oh but you've basically just started you can't start now!!"

I have been writing AUs far longer than I have had them public. It's been about 2-3 years since I've written the first one, and I'm still working on that one too. It's a bit overwhelming trying to figure out lore for 2 AUs at once while also juggling the other 10-11 ones, not to mention the single one that I have adored the most that has yet to be revealed.

Also, my passion for Omori isn't as strong as it used to be.

Don't get me wrong, I adore it more than any other game I have ever played, but I think being surrounded by the same characters, same plot, and same material over and over has tired me. I still love love love this game, it's just... i need a break from it

Enter Animatic Battle LMAO

I adored this show, and it seems to have gotten me out of my blind Omori craze. I cannot wait for the next episodes, and it's become a new hyperfixation for me.

The whimsy, the characters, and the slight horror/spookiness to animatic just makes it perfect for me.

I am not saying that I am leaving the Omori community, I still definitely want to feed it my AUs and ideas and concepts, I just need a break, maybe improve my art and stuff. Who knows, maybe I'll have a clearer mind and better ideas when I return.

So the fanfics will be on pause for the time being, especially with school and stuff, and the end of the school year is coming soon, so I need to stress about exams.

Please understand :3

Much love !! Stay sillie !!

[lorcaswhisky]

🖋️ and ⁉️ please! 😊

Thank you!!!

🖋️what inspired you to write your WIPs?

So there was this scene:

And I thought to myself, wisely and correctly, "ah, yes. Vance and Rayner boned."

But the thought sat on the shelf for a while, untouched, until the aftermath of the Discovery finale, when I needed something to shake off the sadness. I took the thought down from the shelf and shook it about a bit and realised that *I* could be the person who *made* them bone (be the change you want to see, etc). It would just be a quick pwp one shot. Five thousand words of filth.

Except - if they were going to meet during the Kellerun war, I'd have to allow for some feelings about that. Except I needed to figure out why Rayner joined Starfleet. Except I needed to figure out why *Charles* joined Starfleet. Except---

And then to my horror, my one shot porn had a dozen chapters of plot and way too much politics.

But on the upside, I wasn't sad about Discovery any more.

⁉️what do you do when stuck on a scene?

I've talked about this a little bit before, but I'm not sure I explained it all that well, so thank you for giving me another excuse! Basically - if I'm stuck on a scene, I sulk for a suitably long time, and then grudgingly ask myself 2 questions about what's going on:

Is it me? (External)

Is it the scene? (Internal)

If it's the first one - if I'm tired or stressed because of work, or run down by real life or any number of external factors - then ... the only real answer is rest. Rest, and trust the words will eventually come back.

If it's the second, though, and the problem is *internal*, there are 2 sub-questions:

2a. Have I got the characters' motivations wrong? (Are they doing the correct thing, but for the wrong reasons? Are they doing something they wouldn't do, just because I've decided they need to For The Plot?)

2b. Have I overcomplicated something?

And honestly, 9 times out of 10, if the problem's internal, it'll be one (or both) of those two things causing the blockage.

After that troubleshooting session, it's just a case of swearing a lot, dumping the bits that didn't work into my junk folder, and starting over...

[ffverr]

Hey I love Warren and Emma together but removing Monet's position and replacing her with a white woman who isn't really involved with X-Corp in your X-Corp idea is kind of a bad decision when you think about race for more than 5 seconds. But then again this happens in real corporations all the time if you're striving for realism.

I completely agree! That's why Monet is not removed at all!! ( I love her way too much to do that)

I had done a reblog while still brainstorming to talk a bit about Monet and Roberto da Costa's involvement and I am of course acutely aware of the optics.

I'll explain all the lore in much more finalised character profiles, but for the moment:

X-corp is based on a four way, equal shares leadership. So basically, a four person board! Which includes Warren, Monet, Emma and Roberto all on a 25% basis.

I think it's much more fun, accurate and interesting that way! (They're all very experienced, so it makes sense they all get major positions)

They all handle different departments of activities though.

So despite being Co-Co-Co-Co CEOs, they specialise in a specific activity:

Monet is in charge of handling the international aspect of the company. So the different branches all over the world. She coordinates all of that business and travels a LOT abroad to make deals, exchange etc... I think this plays on her strengths as a very well traveled, polyglot who's very good at imposing her vision and handling tough situations.

Roberto is where we go more into headcanons. In canon, Roberto has always been fiercely attached to justice. He's always been big on arguing and standing by his positions! ( Standing up to Xavier since age 13!) + I believe that he would be a bit turned off by his father's greed and quickly get bored of numbers so he would rather handle more strategic and problem solving aspects of the company. Naturally, I believe he became a very successful corporate lawyer! So he's head of the legal affairs section of the company.

Warren is still kind of the face of the company, being the most "famous" of these four. In canon, he has a business mind but I'm looking to orient him a bit more towards a creative direction. So if anything he's handling the creative direction/ administration aspect of the company! Basically: "what else can we do or add to make this better?"

Emma with little explanations needed is handling the finances of the company (in tandem with her very very tired head of accounting Bobby drake)

This all sounds serious, but I promise, this is much more of a gag AU that will be 80% meme redraws and like 20% nice illustrations If I can manage ☠️

Like, Warren got intensely obsessed with ecology and has a secret zoo in the basement archives. Emma keeps trying to fraud her way out of expenses and Roberto is STRESSING trying to keep her in line (bobby is also absolutely exasperated by her shenanigans).

Monet is a zoom princess! They go without seeing her three weeks at a time and wonder if she's not taking secret vacations... (She isn't! She's the most hardworking member of the team, she just mixes efforts with pleasure in an efficient way)

The comic cover divide of Warren and Emma and Monet and Roberto is purely based on age basis and potential crackship romantic plots! (I find it very very weird for people to ship Monet and Warren together, and let's be honest, Monet is Roberto's type to a T). And I'd like to add that this quartet all have very fun dynamics together! The potential is endless honestly, this is the "we're better than you and we know it" team. But will they be able to work together? 👀 We'll see!

Obviously, more to come, but as a preview, the extended cast is very interesting! We have Boom Boom, Karma, Kyle Jinadu, Northstar, Iceman, Sage, Windancer, Kwannon, Trinary and Prodigy all doing fun stuff!

P.s, all info about this can be found under the "trans-axion" tag which is the nickname of this au.

[spicybeefnoodles]

hi again! could you write a Lin Kuei bros angst fic? the plot doesn't really matter, anything is fine. just some brotherly angst please 🙏🏻

brother in arms

a/n: mmmm angst...yes...rubbing my hands together like a fly because i'm thinking of kung lao angst...yes. um, probably a little ooc

summary: bi han misses his brothers

warnings: child abuse (brief)

Bi Han stared at the photo sitting in the desk drawer. He had meant to throw it away when he let his father die, but for some reason, some irrational part of his heart had wanted him to keep it. And so he did. But as he stared at it now, the photo crinkling in his frosted hands after his brothers had betrayed him, he wished he had thrown it away. It was an old photo of when he was younger that his mother had taken without him knowing. He had a stupidly soft smile on his face as he stared at Kuai Liang and Tomas practicing one of the basic stances. They were all so young back then. His parents had always stressed the importance of family, to stay connected, to always help each other out. So why hadn’t Kuai Liang and Tomas helped him? Why had they abandoned him?

The grandmaster couldn’t help it as he remembered meeting his brothers for the first time. How his father had finally opened the door to the room where his mother lay, a small bundle of cloth in her arms. He had walked over a little hurriedly, excited to see his mother again after so many hours of being apart from her, and Bi Han just stared at the small sleeping face of the baby in her arms. His mother spoke in a soft voice, not too loud or harsh, and had told him to meet his baby brother Kuai Liang. He was so delicate, soft, and weird looking. Bi Han pointed it out, and his father gave him a glare. His mother just laughed, saying that Bi Han had looked just as weird when he was born. That earned a pout from a younger Bi Han.

Then, his mother offered to let Bi Han hold Kuai Liang and gently transferred the baby in his arms. Just then, the baby opened up his eyes, dark and warm, and he reached out a hand toward his older brother. Bi Han raised up a finger, and Kuai Liang wrapped his tiny little fist around Bi Han’s thin finger, making what sounded like a gurgling sound. The memory would forever be imprinted onto him.

When they had gotten older, Kuai Liang just having finished his first day training, they both sat at the dinner table with their parents as his younger brother complained about being tired from training all day. Bi Han rolled his eyes and nearly elbowed him in the ribs to make him stop being so loud and to finish his food if it weren’t for his mother picking up some food from the plates in the middle and putting it into his bowl and telling him to eat more. Bi Han just thanked his mother quietly, eating the food she had placed in his bowl. Then, he glanced at Kuai Liang pouting and picking at the rice in his bowl, and Bi Han rolled his eyes and picked up some lamb from the dish in the middle with his chopsticks and placed it gently into Kuai Liang’s bowl.

He remembered when Kuai Liang had gotten in trouble, stole something from the kitchens for a midnight snack but had been too loud while sneaking back in and had found his father sliding open the door to their shared room and caught Kuai Liang eating the food. His father: so cruel and so cold to Bi Han and so kind and warm to Kuai Liang. Bi Han was always envious of how he was so cautious and caring to Kuai Liang but then demanding and harsh to him. And yet, at this moment, as his father stride toward Kuai Liang, disappointed and angry, Bi Han said he was the one who had snuck to the kitchens and stolen the food and given it to Kuai Liang. He remembered that night well, how the sticks had hurt more than usual, and only because Kuai Liang watched with wide fearful eyes, small tears in the corner, until their mother pulled the younger brother away.

Bi Han remembered meeting Tomas well. Huddling and shaking but still bearing his teeth like a feral animal as he hugged his mother’s dead and bleeding body. The Lin Kuei grandmaster had put on the mask of indifference, glancing at the Lin Kuei soldiers whose weapons still dripped with the blood of those on the ground. It was Kuai Liang, on his first patrol, who had reached his hand out first to the shaking boy, who was only maybe a year or two younger. He walked out to the boy slowly, extending the hand, and Tomas had stared at it and taken it, bringing him into the Lin Kuei family.

The boy was silent for the longest time and hugged his mother’s hunting knife in bed like the cuddliest toy, but Bi Han understood. If his mother had been torn away from him so violently in front of his eyes, he would hold onto every memento of her like it was a precious treasure. Tomas rarely ate for the months following that and stayed cooped up in the nursery most of the time. It was only when Bi Han had grown tired of the wasted food that he had brought Tomas’s meal personally and made sure that the boy ate all of it that Tomas finally came out of his shell.

Bi Han quickly learned that Tomas was not a hermit and was quite adventurous, loud, excitable. Kuai Liang and Tomas often clashed with their opinions, fighting and screaming at each other, but at the end of the day, they were now brothers and always made sure to protect and guide each other. With Bi Han, Tomas was quiet, respectful, but he would bring him food, always made sure to give him the last orange slice and or pile on food to his bowl of rice. Tomas was always observant and listened quite well. He probably heard how their father kept Bi Han in his office late at night to scold and berate him for each and every miniscule mistake.

And then when their mother had died so suddenly and quickly, healthy one moment and then sickly the next and then dead. Kuai Liang and Tomas had been there for Bi Han while he grieved. They were all close to their mother, but Bi Han had always had a special connection with their mother. Perhaps it was the bond of firstborn and mother because she always looked to Bi Han first to coddle and care for. Perhaps because she was much kinder than his father. Perhaps there was no special connection. But Bi Han loved her, and Kuai and Tomas had been there to help stitch his bleeding heart together.

They were brothers. There for each other from the heavens to the core of the earth. Through stormy nights and soaked uniforms to blistering days and sunburnt skin. From grief to happiness. For every meeting and mission. And then they had abandoned him because Liu Kang had told them to. That damned god. Keeping the Lin Kuei from progressing, keeping them hidden in the dark, keeping him from his brothers.

Bi Han will choose war because he will kill a god for his brothers.

[practically-an-x-man]

Hey, it's Talk Shop Tuesday, and I remembered!

One thing we do differently is how we release our stories. I wait until the whole thing is done because I often have to make corrections or fix contradictions.

How do you have the confidence (I am impressed and in awe, by the way.) to publish a chapter at a time? Do you ever need to retcon? How do you deal with conflicts or plot holes?

Thank you!!

So, there are a few reasons I choose to publish my stories one chapter at a time rather than waiting for everything to be finished before releasing it.

I'm impatient. That's the big one, honestly. I'm motivated to write my stories for my own internal reasons, yes, but I sustain a lot of my motivation from reading other people's thoughts and reactions and witnessing the way they progress through the story. My stories tend to be very long, too, and I can't imagine I'd be able to maintain the motivation for 30+ chapters over a year or more of work when I don't even know how people will react to it (side note: yes, I do have some novels I plan to write, but my motivation for that is a little different than it is for fanfic; novels are higher-stakes, and fanfic is free)

Basically, even if I did manage to hold onto the motivation to fully write a longfic before publishing it, that's months to years of writing the story in private before anyone gets to see it. Maybe that works for full-fledged novels, but when the only "currency" or reward for publishing comes in the form of digital likes and comments, it's just easier for me to maintain momentum when I publish things a chapter at a time.

Tangentially, this is also why I've been dealing with writer's block on a lot of my longfics right now: I'm tired and stressed of my own right which makes me struggle to find that internal motivation, and I'm not getting the external motivation because a lot of my regular readers/commenters seem to have fallen by the wayside lately.

2. Deep feedback helps me tailor my story. I don't change my plots to appease the readers, of course, but I will make smaller tweaks here and there based on what people might notice! If I try to implement some symbolism into the story, post a few chapters, and realize that it must be too subtle because people are completely missing it, I'll try to make things just a touch more overt in the next few chapters. Or if people express interest in a particular character or interaction and I realize I've accidentally underutilized them in the previous chapters, I'll give them a few more moments to shine in the next ones.

Since I already know the ending of the story and all the symbolism I want to include, I have a skewed idea of how obvious those details are when I implement them chapter-to-chapter. By posting my fics a chapter at a time, I can get a little more feedback from the readers who aren't privy to those secrets, and can re-balance the things that I might have been biased towards.

3. It helps me gain momentum. When I write, I almost always write in a linear fashion - and my only diversions from that linear path occur within a chapter, rather than across chapters. I always have the core trajectory locked-in for my story before I start writing, I'm not flying blind by any means, but writing things in the order they happen makes it easier for me to keep the energy moving and implement callbacks/symbolism/etc.

For example, if I write one of the early chapters and decide to associate one of the characters with wild animals (say the birds go silent when they approach, or dogs are wary around them), then all I have to do is continue to find those moments as I keep writing it. Since I always write going forwards, I almost never have to retcon those details or rewrite the earlier chapters.

Writing forwards means that the character growth tends to write itself, because I grow more familiar with the character as I write them. Writing forwards means that the energy always grows towards the climax, since I'm eager to get to the climax rather than writing it ahead of time. And writing forwards means that by the time I get to the climax and the other impactful moments of the story, I've planted enough symbolic "seeds" that it often comes across as much more impactful than if I'd written it ahead of time.

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Re: your retconning question - like I said, I rarely end up having to retcon details with this strategy, because the main thing I have to remember is just to continue the details I implemented in the earlier chapters. I already know where I want to go, and then I find the energy, symbolism, parallels, etc. as I follow that path.

In my brain, once I have something finalized and published, it's "locked in". I'll toy around with other ideas going forward, but I tend to stay loyal to the story I've already written. If I do end up going back and writing something earlier in the story, I'll write it as an additional piece in the series (I've done this a couple times with my Rae/Warren fics) to expand what I've already written, but I won't retcon what's already locked-in.

I jokingly think of it as the "Annie Wilkes" method - "she was in the ground at the end of the last book, Paul, so you'll have to start from there.". I can't double-back on what I've already written, I just move forward.

And as for plot holes... maybe there are plot holes somewhere in my stories, but I like to think I'm pretty good at locking things down tight. I haven't really run into any glaring plot holes or issues before, at least not by the time I actually get to writing the stories!! Generally, I let the ideas marinate in my head for a while before I start writing them out, and I do outline my stories before I fully write the chapters, so that gives me some good time to iron out the kinks.

Thanks for the ask! Sorry this got long!

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

Can I see ur monster Hunter au?/nf

I AM CACKLING AND RUBBING MY HANDS TOGETHER RN. I TOLD DAD I WOULD SLEEP SOON BUT I ABSOLUTELY CAN AND WILL SHOW YOU MY MONSTER HUNTER AU BEFORE THAT.

Okay okay so!!! Tommy!! He's in his last year of high school(totally not inspired off any real life events, nope, no siree), stressed about college applications, and able to "see ghosts". He can see waaaaaay more than just ghosts, but he doesn't know that yet.😀👍

Techno!! Tommy's ghostly older brother!!

Their parents were a**holes & didn't treat Techno very well, so as soon as he was legally able to, Techno broke all ties with them. He ended up getting involved with gangs and stuff, and was eventually killed. After his death he became a Vengeful Spirit(as the boys later learned) and tracked down his parents for revenge. HOWEVER when he arrived there was a literal baby in the house and oh look, Sperm Donor and Egg Donor are abandoning him. And Techno, after some internal conflict, came to the decision to stay with Tommy. It wasn't out of a brotherly protective instinct, not at first anyway. He just couldn't let an innocent baby die- the emotional attachment did happen though, and fairly quickly too😂

So yeah, now he's sticking with Tommy while he grows up in the orphanage.

The town & connected city is based on my own surrounding areas, and I set the orphanage in what is, in reality, an empty lot behind the local middle school. I have no idea if orphanages have, like, certain rules for where it can be located, but ehh whatever.😅👍

Tubbo!! Tommy's best friend since elementary school, and the only one who believes that Tommy can "see ghosts". He himself can't see sh!t, but he sometimes gets to see Techno floating tiny objects around- or, if he's really lucky, Techno scribbling with blood on bathroom mirrors. Techno's too tired to deal with all the shenanigans that will come with blood writing on mirrors, so he doesn't do that often, but he'll sometimes put on a show for his precious little bro and his best friend. Also I have Tubbo living in what is my own family's home in reality.👍 Well, minus the mold. There is so much mold. Help-

ANYWAY the plot!! It's Tommy and Tubbo's first day of being high school seniors, Tommy's homeroom tracher is apparently a new arrival at the school- and rumored to be the husband of beloved Earth Science teacher, Ms. Kristin Trix.

When Mr. Craft walks in though, Tommy is SHOOKETH bc dude has wings. Like, huge, inky black, feathery wings. Tommy already knows enough to be able to tell the difference between generally-visible phenomena and Ghost Stuff™️, and the wings are solidly in Ghost Realm™️. However it is supposed to be the Ghost Realm™️. Mr. Craft is not a ghost but he still has ghostly wings??? What????

And he KNOWS Mr. Craft is aware of them, because he just glanced at the space where Tommy can see Techno is standing, and his eyes definitely widened a bit before he recovered & smiled at the class.

Tommy is both confused and a little scared to be honest, and when he takes the bus home with Tubbo that night, Tubbo asks if Tommy wants to visit the local coffee shop(it's a Korean franchise coffee shop. Their cherry cola is immaculate.) with him.

I'm planning to make the AU into a multiple-choice game(? idk what they're called. What I'm thinking of is basically a dialogue choice game but it's not just dialogue you're choosing.), so there are two ways this can go. Either go with Tubbo & have a nice chat about high school and college (and ghosts) in the park next to the coffee shop, or head straight back to the orphanage. Tommy's inevitably getting ambushed by Phil either way tbh.

Phil attempts to stab Techno, and Tommy only realizes Phil was behind them because Techno yelled out. While most weapons don't work on Techno, charmed paper does keep him out of places/hurt him sometimes, and Phil's weapon(I haven't decided what to give him) is COVERED with them.

Techno ends up slightly hurt. Tommy, of course, is angry, and screams at Phil about it. Phil is Confusion™️ because. This is a Vengeful Spirit. This is a Vengeful Spirit that... protects this kid?? Not attempt to harm him??? And the Vengeful Spirit is actually able to follow this kid and not be stuck to whoever he's actually vengeful against- which goes against all the known rules of Vengeful Spirithood.

Techno: I'm here to love and protect my brother, which is my way of getting revenge on our Sperm and Egg Donors. I'm making sure Tommy has a good life, as best I can as a ghost.

Phil: IMPOSSIBLE. Also it's 'Vengeful Spirit' not "ghost".

There's an explanation to this, but that would come with the Endings, so, not spoiling that just yet👍

Also!!!! Monsters!!!! Korean monsters!!!! :D

I've currently included a 구미호(gumiho, nine-tailed fox)- who is Fundy actually😂😅 I'm basing him off the Fox Sister(여우 누이) folk tale. There's a reference to 어둑시니(darkness creatures, gets steadily bigger or snaller according to your perception of it, swallows and suffocates you whole if it gets big enough for it) too. Ranboo was nearly eaten by one before- which is why they can see monsters now.

People gain the ability to see monsters when a monster chooses to reveal itself to them. Nearly all the monster hunters have some sort of monster-related trauma bc of that. Niki with her brother(adopted or not, haven't decided yet) turning out to be a 구미호, Ranboo with the aforementioned literally-almost-consumed-by-the-darkness thing, Phil is. Fine actually. Bc Kristin is a Herald of Death(저승사자) and she's the one who did the initial reveal to him. He did get a good scare at first though.

Tommy's Opening of the Eyes happened thanks to Techno, a little after Tommy was abandoned. It was winter and super cold, but Techno thankfully managed to figure out how to control the temperature to be warmer, and he revealed himself to Tommy trying to comfort him & stop him from crying. Techno has no desire to be perceived by anyone other than Tommy though, which is why no monster reveal happened to the ppl at the orphanage, or at school.

Uhh yeah!! It's. 3:30 AM already. Oops.😅 I think I should probably be going, so I'll end it here for now.

Thank you for the ask♡♡♡♡

-Lilly xx