#cancersticker | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

actuallysaiyan · 5 months

Note

BACONNNNNNN I HAVE A REQUESTTTTTTTTTTTT

can we get some choso and reader trying to fuck discreetly at a party? 🤭 them being caught or not is up to you 😘😉

warnings: alcohol, smoking weed, vaginal fingering, Choso is a little cocky but mostly cause he's scared to fuck shit up, college AU, unprotected sex, swearing word count: 1.8k pairings: Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader summary: you meet Choso at a party and something magical happens when the two of you decide to find a quiet room to hang out in.

The music is loud as you walk amongst the party-goers. You’ve been searching for someone in particular, but you haven’t seen him yet. He’s not much for parties, but he had assured you he’d be coming. Still, you were starting to have your doubts about this.

You grab a drink from the fridge, opening the can and sipping on its sweet contents. It’s one of those super popular mixed cocktails all the college kids are going crazy for lately. It’s a little too sweet for your taste, but it’s not bad right now. You’re a little buzzed and you know you need a bit more liquid courage if you were to see him.

You see a flash of dark brown hair and your heart skips a beat. There he is, Choso Kamo. The one you’ve been pining for all year long. The can shakes in your hands as you try to follow him, finding him heading out the backdoor to take in some fresh air. You know he doesn’t smoke, but enjoys the company of the smokers as they are all pretty decently chill.

You sink the contents of the can so fast, your stomach lurches as the alcohol splashes in your tummy. Then with shaky steps, you walk over to the backdoor. Without thinking twice, you exit the building and let the cool night air envelop you. It almost sobers you up as you feel yourself shivering. Choso smirks as he spots you, then he walks over to you to drape his sweater over your shoulders.

“It’s chilly out tonight,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone.

You giggle, “Yeah it is.”

You realize there’s hardly anyone else out here. Just a few stragglers trying to suck on their cancersticks in peace. Choso pulls something from his pocket and you smirk when you realize he’s brought a joint. Oh, so he does smoke…just not cigarettes.

“You smoke?” he asks, showing you the joint.

You nod your head, “A little.”

Your mouth goes dry as you watch him bring the joint to his lips. He looks hot even just doing something as simple as lighting a joint. He takes a few drags, his eyes drooping slightly as the weed takes its effect on him. Then he steps closer to you and passes the joint to you.

The conversation flows between you two comfortably. He asks about your classes and you complain about the amount of projects you have. Choso talks at great length about his own projects and the books he’s been reading. As you two chat and smoke the joint, you begin to realize just how much the two of you have in common.

It’s not long before he’s flicking the end of the cherry off the balcony. Then with a smirk on his face, he leans in a little closer. You feel his hot breath on your face and you feel need pooling in your lower tummy.

“Wanna find somewhere a little more private to continue this conversation?”

You should say no, and maybe tell him that you ought to go home for the night. But for the first time in so long, you were getting your chance with him. So in a low voice, you manage to agree to this. He takes your hand in his, leading you back into the party. Everyone is already so drunk and high, and the people dancing are almost pulsing to the beat of the catchy hip hop song.

Choso keeps a tight grip on you so as not to lose you. He manages to maneuver through the drunkards and ditzy girls. At the end of one of the hallways, Choso pulls you into one of the empty bedrooms. He closes the door behind you and then guides you to sit on the bed.

He takes a flask from his sweater pocket, the sweater you’re still wearing, and he opens it up and takes a swig. He passes it to you, a mischievous grin on his face. You take the flask from him and take a swig. It’s some very strong gin, which makes you cough and gag.

“Heh, yeah that’s some strong stuff.”

You shudder slightly when his big hand comes up to rub your back soothingly. Then his hand slides down your arm, only to go right back up so he can cup your cheek.

“You’re so pretty, ya know that?”

His words almost sound foreign to you. You have to think it over in your mind over and over again before his chuckle pulls you out of the funk. Then he just leans in and closes the gap between you two.

His lips are chapped but they feel so good against your own. You find some courage and you begin leaning into this kiss. His hands feel so good on your face as he cups your cheeks. You can’t help the moan that escapes you when his tongue slides into your mouth.

Just as you’re about to deepen the kiss, you hear some knocking on the door. Then a head pokes in, but the moment they see you and Choso, they close the door. There is some laughter, but you know it has to do more with them being embarrassed than you.

“Don’t pay them any mind,” Choso says as he helps you lay down on the bed. “Just focus on me.”

You don’t know what else to say, so you just nod your head and swallow your saliva. Choso smirks again before diving down to kiss you. This kiss is a bit hungrier and it’s paired with one of his hands caressing your body. He doesn’t linger on one spot for too long before moving onto the next.

You’re thinking he’s being coy about this when his hand shoves down your pants. You gasp into the kiss as his long fingers brush against your clothed cunt. Choso loves the sounds you make as he begins rubbing your swollen nub. Your panties begin clinging to your folds as he stimulates you even more.

“You like that, huh? I always thought you’d be into this sort of thing.”

His words do all kinds of things to you. Your mind is a mess as he continues playing with your panty-clad pussy. Then it gets even more intense as he pushes your panties aside. You moan his name when one of his fingers slides into you.

“Shhh…you gotta be a little more quiet than that, sweetheart.”

Choso isn’t quite sure where all this confidence is coming from, but he’s so glad he’s not completely fumbling. It must have something to do with the alcohol and weed he smoked. He’s thanking his lucky stars you’re into him just as much as he’s into you.

He pumps another one of his fingers into you to join the other, leaving you breathless and grasping the sheets below you. You throw your head back as his thumb comes up to rub your clit, making you drip all over his hand.

“How about we take this a little further, huh?”

His breath smells like gin and weed, and in that moment, it’s the most sexy thing you’ve ever experienced. You nod your head dumbly, your eyes rolling back with every pump of his fingers.

“Nah, you gotta say it. Say the words, baby.”

You swallow hard again, and try to think of the right words to say. It was becoming increasingly harder and harder as he continued to finger you. His long fingers curling to press against that spongy spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

“Fuck me, Cho. Please Cho…”

His cock throbs when you beg and you say his name so sweetly like that. It was going to be hard to resist you if you were going to be this cute every time he would fuck you. Choso knows not to push his luck, but he knows he’ll take the chance again if need be.

He’s quick to pull your pants and panties down. His mouth widens as he sees your cute little pussy on display. As much as he wants to taste you, he knows he’s got not enough time for this. He spreads your legs and then he’s pushing down his own pants past his ass.

“Ready for me?” Choso asks in a teasing tone, rubbing the head of his cock all over your soaked folds.

“Please, don’t tease me. I’m ready.”

With one long thrust, he’s balls deep inside of you. He thinks for a split second that he probably should have put on a condom, but you don’t seem to have any problems with him going in raw. His hips snap fast and hard from the get go, leaving you breathless. You cling to him as the pleasure builds so fast.

“Fuck, you’ve got the best little pussy, ya know that?”

His face is buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to quiet himself. You’re both moaning and whimpering, doing all you can to not draw too much attention to yourselves. The pleasure just feels so good. Choso can’t believe your little cunt is gripping him quite like this. It’s so tight and warm, he can’t help but pound you into the mattress.

“Fuuuuuccckkk,” Choso moans out as he presses himself even deeper into you. “Fuck fuck fuck—”

You feel him biting into the tender flesh of your neck to quiet himself even more. You cry out his name, nails coming up to dig into his shirt. You’re trying to keep yourself grounded, but it’s all too much.

“Tightest little pussy ever! Fuuuck you feel so good.”

Your walls begin pulsing around him as the fat tip of his cock keeps slamming into that sweet spot of yours. You’re not even sure how you’re keeping quiet right now, especially when he’s fucking you so good.

You watch as he leans back a little, pulling out just a bit and he spits on your cunt. You shudder as his fingers begin to rub the saliva on your clit, and his pace picks up again quicker than before. Flames lick in your lower tummy, and your mind begins to go blank from the sensations.

“Haaah, look at you. Fuckin’ you dumb, aren’t I? Damn, gonna have to make you my little princess.”

You nod eagerly, tears stinging your eyes as you feel the coil in your stomach tightening impossibly tight. Choso smirks as he watches you come undone. Your gummy walls begin to milk him, and Choso pulls out just in time to jerk himself off to completion. Ropes of hot cum cover your mound and lower belly. Choso then sits back on his knees, admiring his handiwork.

What surprises you is when he leans in and gives you such a tender kiss.

“I meant what I said,” he smirks. “Gonna have to make you my little princess.”

338 notes · View notes

aspiringtrashpanda · 2 years

Text

🍙TOGE x YUUTA💍

This is for my spontaneous event, which can be found here! Always happy to write my OTP 💕 (even though we put them through so much pain...)

C/W: Hurt + comfort, smoking, mentioned civilian death, suicidal ideation

“Toge.”

His heels kicked the concrete side of the building, his legs dangling over the lip of the roof. One wrong move, one clumsy adjustment the moment the wind blew his overgrown bangs into his eyes, and he would tumble to the pavement thirty stories below.

Toge wondered if he would be gone before he hit the ground.

His fingers itched as he lifted the cigarette to his mouth, his scarf pushed down and tucked beneath his chin as he sucked on the butt end. The smoke flooded his lungs, tacky tar clinging to reinforced brachioles, to cursed vocal cords, to a voicebox with the power to crush, twist and blast away.

The poison spewed from parted lips, smoke spiraled around his shoulders, clawing up his neck, dancing in front of his vision like a reminder of the souls that had left bodies too soon. The souls he hadn’t been able to save.

The squeak of sneakers on concrete.

The rustle of baggy fabric.

A voice teeming with concern.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Toge did not look at Yuuta, did not move from his perch on the high-rise's roof. The air was frigid here, chilled by the night, casting shadows of deep indigo over Toge’s surroundings and making his hands shake as he smoked his cigarette.

This was where he belonged. In the shadows. Cold and alone and blue.

He kept his eyes fixed to the smoke, his exhale visible as it curled towards the grey-blue of the dawn sky, reaching for the last of the sparkling stars above, mirrored below in the yellow glow of streetlamps and the lights of the occasional car.

If he turned his head ever so slightly to the right, he would see the alleyway where he’d lost control.

He didn’t dare look, terrified that her blood still stained the sidewalk.

“Toge, sweetheart,” Yuuta spoke softly, his arms curling around Toge’s waist, pressing his chest against Toge’s shoulderblades, keeping him steady, preventing him from teetering off the edge. “What are you doing?”

Toge stiffened in the embrace, aware that the smell, the smoke would give him away even if he tossed the cancerstick to the ground.

“A...cigarette?” Yuuta sounded confused, his chin hooking over Toge’s shoulder as he peered at the stick burning bright between Toge’s fingers, “But, Toge, your lungs are so important for your technique, and the smoke can’t be good for your throat and... Ah.”

Because what better way to attone for your sins than render your weapon permanently inaccessible.

Toge hummed, a scratchy sound that had yet to smooth out after weeks of vocal rest. There was a small part of him that believed him deserving of the irritation, the pain. There was a larger part of him that hoped he never healed entirely.

Yuuta was quiet, his dark hair brushing against Toge’s cheek as he leaned his head against Toge’s. Toge flinched, the idea of any part of Yuuta grazing the seals on either side of his throat churning his stomach, sending chills down his spine.

It had never been a problem before. Before, when he hadn’t been a murderer, and Yuuta could stroke his thumb over Toge’s face wihout the latter ducking away.

But now it felt as though an angel was caressing the mark of Satan himself.

“I know it never gets easier. I...” Yuuta started, his voice wavering as he took a deep breath. It felt as though he was readying himself to say more, but instead of words, a heavy exhale joined the tendrils of smoke around them.

Slipping the cigarette between his lips, Toge signed, “There are only so many times people can tell you that it wasn’t your fault until they realize that it was.”

“I know,” Yuuta whispered.

The words hung in the air, lifted by the smoke curling into the letters, spelled out in front of Toge.

Yuuta jerked back from Toge’s back, panic vibrating his words as he spewed, “I mean, I’m not saying it was your fault! Not at all! It wasn’t.... You were trying to help... I Just...”

Toge felt so cold without Yuuta’s frame supporting him.

“I understand,” Yuuta offered after a moment’s silence, his voice distant, and not just due to the physical gap between them, “I understand how it weighs on you, how it makes you wonder if you’ll ever recover.”

“But you know, I don’t think we have to recover from things like this. We don’t have to move on or reframe our thoughts or get better,” He said, his tone pleading, “We can keep this weight, can use it to train, you know? We can acknowledge the people we couldn’t save because we weren’t strong enough, or fast enough, or loud enough.”

The sound of his shoe scuffing the ground. Toge could picture it so clearly – Yuuta with his hand rubbing the back of neck, brow furrowed in concern as he muddled through the words.

“You... You’ve saved so many lives. And it’s okay to mourn those you didn’t, but make them a part of you. Never forget them, and use their strength to ensure it doesn’t happen again.”

The still of the dawn began to break, a bright light on the horizon painting the sky in shades of yellow and pink and orange, winding between brush strokes of blue and purple. It bathed the city, chasing away shadows of doubt into cracks in the sidewalk, bringing forth hope sparkling in the pristine windows of skyscrapers. Heat washed over Toge, prompting his skin to burst out in gooseflesh where the warmth of morning met the chill of the night.

“Rise when you’re ready, sweetheat,” Yuuta’s voice was barely audible against the hallelujah chorus of the heavens, the masterpiece stretching before Toge as he shed his regret and embraced the promise of a new day. “You can take as long as you want, just... Don’t give up, okay?”

Slowly, carefully, Toge climbed down from the edge of the roof, his sneakers grounded on concrete once more. The cigarette fell from his fingers, crushed by his sole against the rooftop.

“Shake,” He tugged at Yuuta’s jacket, pulling him closer, looking at him head on for the first time in days.

And Yuuta beamed at him, beautiful blue eyes gleaming with wet relief, glittering in Toge’s glow. His voice wavered, choked by emotion as he lifted trembling hads to cup Toge’s face, “There’s my sun.”

Toge collapsed into Yuuta’s chest, clinging to him as many weeks’ worth of tears broke loose, the dam finally worn down enough to collapse.

They stood there in the light of the sunrise, sobbing as their hearts exchanged all that had been bottled up, all that Toge had run from. Yuuta’s strong arms held him close, squeezed him so tight that Toge thought he would melt into Yuuta’s skin, that they would become an inseparable blob parading as modern art. And Toge thought, then, that he could survive anything as long as Yuuta was at his side.

“You know, they say the sun is always brightest after the darkest storms,” Yuuta hummed, resting his chin on the crown of Toge’s head.

Toge squirmed in his arms, turning so that he could watch the sunrise with his boyfriend. He signed, “If you refer to Gojo as they again, I’m breaking up with you.”

Yuuta snorted, “It wasn’t sensei! I read it in a book!”

“Yuuta,” Toge spoke quietly, adding, “Your dorm is literally empty. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you read.”

“Oh shush.”

“I thought you were illiterate,” He teased.

Yuuta’s arms tightened around his waist, an incredulous protest vibrating his chest. “How did you think I learned sign language if I can’t read?!”

Toge shrugged, “Special grade voodoo? I don’t know.”

A long sigh preceeded silence, anticipating prompting Toge’s lips to curl in a mischievous smile just as Yuuta admitted, “...It was Gojo-sensei.”

“You’re lucky I love you too much to dump you.”

Yuuta’s hands flew to Toge’s shoulders in less than a second, spinning him around so Toge could face him.

“Love...?” Yuuta’s eyes were impossibly large, and Toge was pretty sure he could see the dolphins cresting the sapphire waves within his irises, dancing silvery-blue in the light of the sunrise.

Toge decided that he liked the blue of Yuuta’s eyes far more than the blue of the dawn, far more warm and enchanting and infinitely less lonely.

“Tuna mayo,” Toge smiled with his teeth, reveling the violent blush that rushed to Yuuta’s cheeks. Then, as careful as possible, curling his cursed energy around the words in an attempt to make them as weak as possible, he uttered, “I love you, Yuuta.”

“Oh my gosh, I love you, Toge! So much!” Yuuta gushed before Toge had even finished saying his name, fingers curling around Toge’s hands and bringing them to his chest, “I can’t believe you just said that so causally, I mean, I’ve been worrying over how to say it for months and AH! You’re bleeding! Okay, um, hold on, I’ll -”

Toge shut him up by slamming their lips together, the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth smearing over Yuuta’s lips, dripping onto his white uniform.

When they pulled apart, Yuuta gazed at him with lovesick eyes, murmuring, “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“You look like you’re wearing lipstick.”

Yuuta lifted his finger to his mouth, blinking when it came away red with Toge’s blood.

And Toge laughed, his heart lighter than it had felt in weeks.

#yuuta x toge #toge x yuuta #toge inumaki x yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #ottoge #angst #hurt/comfort #drabble #drabble request #aspiringtrashpanda

13 notes · View notes

radicalrascals · 2 months

Text

@etxrnaleclipse for the NPC/Third Party Sentences meme

“You should see this. There’s a news article about him.” (to Felix, about Theo)

Knees buckling, Felix made his way through the long cold corridors of the honourable courthouse and out into the warm summer air. At last he could breathe again, and he leaned his back against the old facade and closed his eyes, allowing him a moment of peace when the familiar voice of the prosecutor brought him back into the moment.

"You were good. Only tripped over your own words once." A smirk. Felix wasn't sure whether he was being made fun of or if it was just matey teasing. Speaking in public was a sensitive topic. It almost always made him want to pass out, even if giving his expert opinion in court was part of his job.

"Yeah... Theo was so kind to let me practice with him."

"Mh-hmm. About that...," he handed Felix a folded piece of paper, "I thought you should see this. There's a news article about 'your precious Theo'."

Out of reflex Felix took the paper and unfolded it slowly. It made him feel nauseous, as if he was doing something forbidden, while his curiosity was driving him to keep going.

His eyes darted to the date of the photocopied article and he immediately winced. "It's old."

"Read it," the prosecutor urged while he lit himself a cigarette.

"Why are you giving me this?"

"Because I respect you professionally and as a person. And I know that no matter how good you are with the dead, you suck at reading the living. Some people are not what they seem."

"Theo is a good person." His best friend. The man he loved. God, he wanted to shout out that confession into the world, but he couldn't even whisper it to Theo. Felix looked up with a pained expression and motioned for the other's cigarette.

Kindly the prosecutor obliged and shared his smoke. Felix took one long drag in consideration, staring at the paper without really reading it, then set it aflame with the tip of the cancerstick.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"If Theo has something to tell me, he will," Felix explained, before he walked away, the borrowed smoke tugged into the corner of his mouth.

#I Was Made For Loving You | Ship: Theo and Felix #Theo and Felix #etxrnaleclipse

0 notes