#WHAT THE FUCK I DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS

[seth-burroughs]

I think we as a fandom don't talk enough about how Seth:

Took bribes from the Nail Man, a serial killer in exchange for allowing him to keep murdering people -- said killer ended up killing 3 people (while they were 4 victims, one of them belonged to the copycat) in the span of 6 months(?). But I'm able to excuse everything the Priest has done, free my man, however...

It was rather strongly implied he (and the other peacekeepers affiliated) had a hand in the whole "Jiei being called to the Clocktower for a quote unquote emergency" trap, picking an innocent man to frame as the Nail Man and either put him on death row or in prison for life, so they could sweep the case under the rug and be done with it.

EXCEPT. After his arrest, he says this: "To speed this case along, we need to quickly deal with that Nail Man we arrested. We should even consider... a public execution."

WHAT are saying

In what time are we living. Is this the medieval ages. Is this the 1400s. This has to be one of the most barbaric sentences I heard a peacekeeper say in Master Detective Archives: Rain Code by Spike Chunsoft. Can he even do that? Would Yomi allow this

He just picked a random man, and didn't even want to lethal injection him privately, he was preparing the damn scaffold so that he could subject the whole district to his legendary beef with that guy in particular, because fuck him I guess. Was that personal? Did Jiei drive his mother of a cliff before the story and this is his carefully planned revenge after decades of suffering in silence

There was LITERALLY NO REASON for him to do this. It was not securing his Evil Plan, not anymore convenient than a private execution, or anything. It was simply Seth's whimsical urge of getting to fulfill his Monokuma fantasy after all these years of severe disrespect

Conclusion: that guy was OUT for BLOOD the sheer MALICE evident in his gay little eyes easily matches Yomi Hellsmile and they should fight to the death for the title of Kanai Ward's Top Cunt

#Free my man he did all that #Every discussion I see about Seth is how *he* got fucked over and. Well he kinda was but also I don't really care tbh #it's called karma <3 and Yomi can do what he wants have you considered that. you're stifling his creativity. god forbid tmen have hobbies #i think we should acknowledge Seth's cartoon villain qualities more. #Fun fact: Seth and Yomi are the only charas in rc whose debut was emphasized by a literal dramatic lightning strike in the background. #Though Seth's came a bit later than Yomi's (around when he said he's gonna make Jiei's tragic natural passing a spectacle) #mine #rain code #seth burroughs #Why was this so difficult to articulate. this sat in my drafts for like a few days #and yet. and fucking YET: #the i did not proofread this tag

[meownotgood]

50,000 words. 50k words of aki sex. five zero zero zero zero. aki sex.

#don't mind the fact that I was supposed to reach this work count like two weeks ago uhhhhhhhh #I haven't had time to write more than like 200 words a day recently I'm sorry... #BUT HEY I DID IT OKAY #I'm about like... halfway done with the seggs #and then after that I have the ending portion to write #and there may be a small epilogue #after that I need to edit and proofread the whole second chapter #AND THEN. THEN AND ONLY THEN. WILL I FINALLY BE FREE #godddddd this fic has held me hostage for far too long #I think somewhere around 60k words will be the final word count #when I reach that milestone I'm actually done I swear #why is this my longest fic to date by a long shot too I don't even know #I wanna say expect the first chapter sometime next month but... #I know me and I know that me has a lot of work and I know that shooting for september is a healthier goal #WHAT DAFAQ BY THE WAY IT'S ALREADY JULY AND THEN IT'S GONNA BE AUGUST AND THEN IT'S GONNA BE SEPTEMBER. WHAT THE FUCK. #this is. crazy

[mysicklove]

dropped the worst essay of my life but at least it’s done 💖

#🔪 - mello talks too much #like that shit is barely eligible idk even know what i am talking about #i didn’t proofread #so they r prob typos #and #it was about a book #that i #didn’t read ❤️ #but it’s fine i can get a 0 on it and still have a A in the class #i only did it bc i take her next semester for english 2 #and i didn’t want her to hate me #for not doing the last essay #but now tbh she might hate me bc idek what the fuck that was #i prob got a 50% no joke #welp #it’s fine #i’ll just delete the canvas app so i don’t know #ignorance is bliss

[bawawawawaguitarsolofuckyeah]

Look I really want Adam to still be present in season 2 because like- his history with Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve (Roo) is something we HAVE to explore.

Lucifer literally bagged BOTH of Adam's wives. One created equally to him (whom i bet he did love, because she was all he had), and another who was specifically made FOR him (whom i really believe he loved with all his heart) to reproduce and fill the earth.

If Hazbin Hotel is gonna follow the Bible story, Adam and Eve had to leave the garden and fought to survive. Working and fending for themselves against a world now cursed with sin and suffering. All they had were each other (bro did adam know eve and lucifer fucked?), and when they had their sons, one killed the other and the one who lived was banished by God.

They multiplied and multiplied and Adam + Eve had to witness the cruelty and madness their own bloodline inflicted against one another. The pain, the bloodshed, the apathy, all of it.

Of course, there were moments of wonder, discovery, and love. Times that Adam would hold dearly in his heart. I know he loves unconditionally, because he was made to do so. He's a family man, a husband, a father. He's the original dick. And i think all those magical moments were what made watching humanity fall deeper and deeper hurt even more.

If lucifer is ashamed and heartbroken from what humans did with free will, i do think adam also is ashamed and heartbroken. Because (technically) they are all his children. And he led the fucking exterminations. Did he choose to? Or was this a punishment? Both? (Do you think he had to kill cain?-)

But lucifer's situation is much more sadder because he never got to witness the good and the beauty of what came out from free will. His will to dream crushed, just as his heart was when he was banished from the very place he called home. His punishment for dreaming was to be the king of the very people who abused the free will he gave to them.

At least adam got to see the amazing discoveries humans found, the creations they invented, and the goodness that was left inside people. And got to stay in heaven.

Lilith- look we really dont have much info about her, even Eve. Lilith being made equal to Adam- does that mean she is as tough as him? As dominant as him? Something something third option? Was she a good mother? Good wife? Why the fuck is she in heaven?

Eve- do you think she's eaten by guilt, feeling at fault for how far humanity fell? Because of her foolish decision? Or did she embrace it? Owned the evilness she let into earth?

Adam, Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve. I NEED to know more. Adam is already such an interesting complicated douchebag lovable crass character that you love and hate at the same time. Lucifer, a sad tragic loving complex depressed goofy father that loves his daughter (and wife?) More than anything. Im excited to see what kind of characters Lilith and Eve will be.

#hazbin hotel #wow this just became a full on analysis or something idk #but fr tho. i need more of them #their lore? history? #i need answers #were lucifer and adam friends? #was adam mad at eve? or lucifer? both?? or at himself?? #why the fuck is lilith in heaven istg #where is eve? what role does she play? is she the root of all evil? #complexity #lucifer hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #eve hazbin hotel #lilith hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel thoughts #analysis?? #i did not proofread thoroughly please dont attack me #i wrote this in one go #20 minutes

[acesammy]

Honestly growing up is realizing that normal people don’t have to set timers to remember they’re cooking ramen… which notoriously only takes 3 minutes to cook… and maybe I do have adhd

#Trying to explain to my sister in law that I sometimes accidentally set a microwave time to 1 minute when I mean for it to be 20 seconds #and I go ‘oh it’s fine I will just stop it at 20 seconds’ #but then in those 20 seconds /I then forget I’m cooking something/ #bc my attention is drawn away #and next thing I know I’ve got a cookie that’s literally on fire in the center #and the way this is such a common thing for me #(not necessary w a cookie lol. But the cookie one has happened enough that I’ve legit set off multiple fire alarms w it) #Or yeah the fact that I p much /have/ to set a timer for pasta bc I will 100% forget I’m making pasta if I don’t #Or the literal HELLSCAPE that is laundry bc there’s so fucking many steps to it and it’s soooooo easy to forget it in the washing machine #I was just proofreading these Fucking tags and I forgot the word ‘forget’ in the one abt pasta #I laid out all my evidence that I’ve secretly squirreled away for 10 years to my sister in law #and she just went O.O yeah I don’t think you’re hallucinating it; this isn’t normal #and it was v validating #I just don’t want to seem like I’m saying it for clout or what the fuck ever but I’ve struggled with this my whole life #but on the other hand it’s no longer as big of a deal now that I’m not in school… school was bad.. I don’t know how I did so well #Bc mentally I fucking Drowned #idk if I really want or need to try and get a diagnosis or anything #Esp bc I’m sure that’s not even almost the worst thing wrong with me and I don’t want to open that can of worms #regardless man I wish I weren’t me <3 I fucking /suck/ #lea speaks #vent

[queenofbaws]

Coming in REAL late with a new years request, so you can ignore this one if you want. But is there truly a better way to ring in the upcoming release of your soon to be blockbuster hit mouth of frost than with a new year's party where you 'invite' all your old 'friends' to celebrate with you?

They wouldn’t call it a joke, really, even if it was a little funny, and even if they did keep laughing to themselves as they wrote each note out by hand. It was more like…morbid curiosity.

Emphasis on morbid, of course.

None of them had quite forgotten the way the group had snapped to attention when the book came out, how years of silence and miles of distance had folded in on themselves until, for all intents and purposes, they were teenagers sniping back and forth between classes again. Bob had advised them (inasmuch as Bob Washington was capable of advising anyone) that when you struck it big, when your fifteen minutes finally hit, people came out of the woodwork to look for money or favors or sheer proximity to greatness, but that? The way they’d all reappeared overnight? Gone one second and – poof! – there the next? Well that had been something else, ladies and gents.

So. Morbid curiosity, sure. If the book had gotten that sort of reaction out of them, it was only logical to start wondering how they were feeling now that the movie was underway, the theatrical trailers already racking up hits in the millions wherever you looked. It was only logical to imagine they were pretty pissed. And, them being who they were, the next step in that logic chain was a desire to see just how far they could push that anger.

…well shit. Maybe it was kind of a joke, after all. One where morbid was still the operative term.

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“This isn’t funny.” For all the things the years had changed, Emily’s sense of humor had apparently remained untouched. She was the picture of indignation as she sat on one side of the cable car, arms folded tightly across her chest and one leg crossed tightly over the other, everything about her wound tighttighttight. One wrong move and she was either going to come down on them all like a spring-loaded bear trap, rending flesh and tearing out chunks wherever she could, or…or…she was going to crumble to dust like a cookie left on the counter for too long.

Proving they were older now, more mature, most of them chose not to press the issue.

And, proving the truth behind the old adage ‘the more things change, the more they stay the same,’ Mike did. “Oh, is it not, Em? Is this not funny? Hang on, hold up, maybe I’m not the sharpest tool in the box anymore, but hey, could you maybe explain to me what part of us showing up here isn’t hilarious?”

“Guys,” Matt said just like that – one word, voice low, eyes lower. He’d been the one to take the longest deciding where to sit, and it was clear now he was regretting his choice. Next to Emily, next to Jess, their side of the cable car felt distinctly defensive.

All in the same place again, it was too easy for the old, forgotten things to rear their heads, amity and enmity both. There they were, the ones who’d merely survived that night all those years ago, their backs to the pane of glass showing the summit growing closer and closer…and there, across from them, watching Blackwood Pines come haltingly into view like they could intimidate it into nonexistence, were Mike and Sam. The capital-S Survivors. The ones who hadn’t run but had instead dug their heels in and killed before they could be killed.

“No, seriously, I want to know what’s not to laugh about here,” Mike pressed, tone friendly enough but posture changing to imitate Emily’s in a juvenile attempt to rile her further. He waited until he saw it had worked – and it had – to keep going. “A bunch of banged-up, emotionally stunted morons heading to a New Year’s Eve party that may or may not actually be happening in a ski lodge that burnt down seven years ago, hosted by the asshole who nearly got them all killed and said asshole’s shitty fanclub, and you can’t think of a thing to laugh about? Not one single thing, Em? Not one?” Sam set her hand on his arm and most of the fight went out of him. He sat back against the cable car’s bench, flexing his hand and massaging the space where he’d had knuckles, once. “Maybe you gotta loosen up a little, that’s all I’m saying.”

On Matt’s other side, Jess sat with her cheek pressed against cold metal. She murmured something too quietly to be heard, her hands hidden deep in the sleeves of her fur-lined jacket, her eyes distant and unfocused like she was staring through the cable car itself, watching the trees below them shrink to specks, then memories, then nothing at all.

“Hmm?”

“The monsters,” she repeated after a time, the golden afternoon light going dark as they reached the summit and slid into the station. “I said don’t forget about the monsters.”

“Ah, right, thanks Jess. And the mountain where said ski lodge burnt down seven years ago? Yeah, it’s sorta-kinda got one of those pesky cannibalistic, shark-toothed monster infestation problems.” There was a ker-chunk! that rattled the frame of the cable car as its door unlocked, and decorum be damned, Mike stood and pushed past the rest of them to be the first one out. “Ask me, the whole thing’s fucking hilarious. Who does that, right? Who just willingly walks into a trap? We should be laughing – you know they are.”

Already Emily was hot on his heels, stomping out of the car after him in a show that felt so eerily familiar to the rest of them that they had to sit for a moment longer, if only to shake off the chill of déjà vu. “It’s not funny, Michael,” she said again, giving his arm a shove most unbefitting someone of her standing (those days, anyway). “You think I want to be here? You think I didn’t have a million better, safer, parties I could’ve gone to, tonight?”

He turned, but that was mostly just to check Sam was coming – he barely met Emily’s eyes. “Uh huh. And yet here you are.”

“I’m here,” she snapped, “because apparently it’s the 1950’s again, and the only way to talk to these assholes is to be in the same room as them. They don’t answer their emails, they’ve all probably changed their phone numbers twenty times, and if I get one more passive-aggressively cheery message from their slimy PR guy spitting legal jargon at me, I’ll – ”

“You’ll…what, Em? Drink all their merlot and eat all their frilly little appetizers?” He held the door open as the others filed past, only then dropping his eyes to hers. “They wrote a book. Big whoop.”

“They wrote a book about me,” she corrected him, her mouth wrinkling into a frown when he quickly corrected her.

“A book about us. Yeah. Know what? They did. They wrote a book about us, and now they’re making a movie about us, and with the way the world’s been spinning lately, that probably means there’ll be a whole cinematic universe about us before too long. Know what else? It’s a free fucking country and the three of them are already richer than God, thanks to that shitstain’s dad, so you tell me what you’re gonna do about it.” Holding her gaze, he swept an arm out to guide her towards the others.

“Then why are you here?” Instead of leaving the station she stood there, resolute, folding her arms again. Her glove-leather creaked in the cold. “Sorry, but I find it hard to believe that you don’t have some macho motivation for showing up when you could’ve just stayed at home and gotten blasted on your couch watching ESPN highlights.”

“You know, I really missed you too.”

She ignored him. “So if you’re not here to grab them by the scruff and shake them around a little because of the movie thing, then what is it? You’ve piqued my curiosity.”

“I – ” he began, only for Sam to poke her head in, flashing them both a look that toed the line between impatience and sympathy. “I know, I know, we’re coming.” Mike gestured a second time, and when Emily still didn’t budge, he began edging his way out, the door slowly swinging shut with him until she had no choice but to grab hold of it herself. “I’m here to call their bluff,” he said simply, yanking the hood of his coat up as he stepped into the snowy clearing. He tried not to look around for too long, tried to pretend Jess wasn’t right there, tried to forget that once they’d just been a couple of kids having a snowball fight out in the middle of nowhere. If he started getting sentimental and wobbly-kneed now, there’d be no coming back from it.

“Calling their bluff,” Emily repeated, eyeing him with an almost nostalgic sort of suspicion. “On what?”

“On being here at all.” Once they were a group again, at least in the loosest sense of the word, Matt switching his weight from leg to leg as he inspected the path, Jess staring off into the distance with her fuzzy earmuffs dancing in the wind, Sam hovering between everyone like the world’s most agitated referee, Mike spread his arms wide. “You guys don’t get it, do you? There’s no party. There’s no lodge. We know that, okay? We know that. Three of us saw it burn to the fucking ground. This is just another prank, another way to twist the knife. They’re sitting back at home, laughing their asses off as they imagine how grey our faces turned when we got those stupid invites. ‘Hey friends and fans, you’re invited to the 9th annual Blackwood Winter Getaway’? For real? They think we crumpled those things up and trashed them the second we got them, and now our nights are going to be ruined. They think we’re at whatever-the-fuck other party we had, or work event, or date night, or whatever the hell, nursing champagne on a sick stomach and a tension headache because we’re thinking about this place again.”

“Mike,” Sam said, sounding an awful lot like Matt had back in the cable car. Low, slow, cautious.

“Well fuck them. Sun’s up, and I’m not scared of this place.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked a rock out of the icy crust beneath his boots. “I’m calling their stupid fucking bluff. They’re not winning this game.”

They watched as he stomped off, and once he overtook him as leader of the pack (so to speak), Matt shook his head. “I really don’t think any of this is what I’d call a game, man…”

Then you don’t know Josh. Sam took a deep breath in, held the smell of clean air and pine needles in her chest until it made her eyes water, then squared her shoulders and followed after Mike. She’d almost said it aloud but managed to tamp it down in time, simply flashing the rest of them a tight smile as they set down the familiar trail. It kept playing over in her head, though, an earworm she couldn’t shake out: If this doesn’t sound like a game to you, then you don’t know him at all.

Then again, she’d never really been an expert on the subject, herself.

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“…this isn’t funny.” Mike that time, the slouching of his shoulders the closest thing Emily was going to get to an apology. He stood staring at what waited for them at the end of the winding path, his face flushed from the cold but quickly losing color with each passing second the lodge didn’t dissipate into a mirage.

None of the others said anything, not for a while at least; without meaning to, those old lines in the sand resurfaced once more, Sam and Emily both moving to flank Mike as they took in the sight, leaving Jess and Matt off to the side. As afternoon gave way to evening and the sun began to dip below the trees, the light shifted and sent them hurtling back through time until all that was missing was the heat of the fire on their faces and the sound of Chris and Ashley catching their breath over by the picnic table.

Surprising none of them, it was Sam who took the first step over the invisible line, forcing herself out of the then and into the now. She held her head high as she went, hoping she could trick herself into confidence and very quickly realized she could not – not as the lodge came into focus and she found she couldn’t spot a single difference between it and the original. There were no shutters out of place, no windows set at subtly skewed angles. The shape, the silhouette, the paint, the bricks and wood and glass and gutters, everything was exactly as it had been before the fire.

For one horrendous moment, silent and shared, more than one of them felt doubt flicker behind their eyes.

There had been a fire…right?

“Bluff called, huh?” As she followed Sam, Emily didn’t deign to look at Mike. She did, however, slow her step to let Jess pass her by, feigning annoyance so no one could accuse her of pity.

They climbed the stairs slowly, some out of fear of ice (reasonable), others of traps hidden just below the snow (more reasonable still), more than one worried they’d step through them and tumble to the ground, lost in some sort of trauma-spawned hallucination (possibly the most reasonable of all); when they made it to the top, finding themselves facing the front door, it was dread that fogged the air between them.

This was all becoming too much. Whatever they’d expected when the invitations had arrived, this hadn’t been it.

It was Sam who knocked first, but it was Emily who knocked loudest, shouldering her way to the front of the group when the door didn’t immediately swing open.

“What did I tell you?” Mike asked from the back, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket—still woefully too thin for the mountain air, if the way he kept swaying side to side was anything to go by. “They’re not actually here. They’re back under whatever fucking rock they chose, laughing their asses off imagining us staring at this place and shaking in our boots. None of them ever had the guts to—”

That was, of course, the moment Ashley opened the door, letting a warm gust of air out onto the landing. “Oh my gosh,” she smiled, the words made almost reverent by how slowly she spoke them, letting a whole beat pass between each one. Her hair was longer than any of them remembered, laying over one shoulder in a lazy, uneven braid. A wine-colored duster draped over her shirt and jeans, and her fingers toyed with the cuffs of its sleeves, just a little too long for her.

The nostalgia wasn’t eerie anymore, it was dizzying.

“Three, four, fi…wow. Oh wow. Hi guys! C’mon in, holy cow, you must be freezing!” Even Emily was shocked into silence as Ashley stepped back and held the door open for them, waving a hand to usher them in. “Go ahead and put your boots anywhere, no way the mat’s big enough for everyone, so don’t even worry about it. Oh! And the coat closet…” She caught herself, laughing brightly, and rolled her eyes at herself. “Who am I kidding, you guys know where everything is. Can I get anyone something to drink? We’ve got, like, everything.”

“Gross oversimplification of the actual drink sitch.” Chris came walking out from the great room, then, the years clearly having done nothing to extinguish his appreciation for graphic t-shirts and layered hoodies. Those who knew what to look for noticed the way he favored his right leg—the ones who didn’t, well, didn’t. “We’ve got everything in a broad sense, maybe…”

“Here we go.”

“I-I-I mean, look, we’ve got all the main groups covered. We got your juices, your caffeinated beverages, your alcoholic beverages, your fake-milks…no water, though. Huh. Feels like an oversight, doesn’t it?”

“Shush.” Still beaming, Ashley flicked a hand towards Chris, glancing to the others. “Ignore him. Seriously. This’ll shock you, I’m sure, but someone still thinks he’s hilarious.”

“Ouch. In front of our company, Ash? In front of our guests? You wound me.” He laughed, grinning the same doofy grin he’d had as a teenager, and only after Ashley headed deeper into the lodge did he reach for Matt’s coat. “Here, man, let me.” If he noticed the way Emily visibly flinched away from him, he didn’t let on. He simply took Matt’s coat and hooked it onto a hanger, setting it with the others in the closet.

“Chris,” Sam started, because no one else was about to.

“Mhm?”

She waited until he met her gaze. “What is this?”

“Uhhh…a…looodge?” His eyebrows contorted like she was the one being weird and he couldn’t figure out her game. “Which is a kind of house, I guess? But more like a hotel, almost? It’s…okay, imagine that a house and a hotel had a baby. That. It’s that.”

“Ha ha ha,” Mike cut in, entirely sans mirth of any recognizable sort. “She meant what are we doing here? What are you doing here?” It wouldn’t have been right to say he rounded on Chris as he said it, not exactly, but it wasn’t too far off. In the old days, that would’ve been enough to shake him, to send him stepping back with hands up defensively. He tried not to let surprise color his face, then, when Chris didn’t budge.

If anything, he only scrunched his eyebrows again, saying without words that they were the ones making this strange. “Did you…not read the invite, dude? It’s a New Year’s Eve party. We’re here to, y’know,” he let the pause stretch for a moment longer than needed, “party like we’re fucking pornstars.” Without dropping Mike’s gaze, he swept an arm out, welcoming the gang past him, out towards the great room where Ashley had gone off to.

It was Matt who led the way that time, feeling less an intrepid hero and more a sick man leading the dying; the lodge hadn’t been where the worst had happened to him, after all, and when it had finally gone up in flame, he’d been none the wiser until a grim-faced police officer had (repeatedly) grilled him on his involvement. The sight of the place didn’t fill him with the same sort of queasiness it did most of the others—he didn’t like it, didn’t appreciate how it felt so much like stepping back in time, but his knees didn’t go weak like Emily’s, and his jaw didn’t go tight like Mike’s.

“It’s crazy, right?” Ashley grinned when she caught them staring, and though she must’ve known—she had to have—she acted as if their eyes had gone wide from wonder. Awe. “It took forever to get it just right. I mean…for. Ev. Er. A lot of the art and tapestries and stuff, ugh, don’t even get me started. We were just so lucky Josh’s mom kept the contact info from the artists she’d commissioned the first time. Oh, um, obviously you’ll notice there’s one glaring difference, but…” She stood below the spot where the awful tangled-metal sculpture had hung, once upon a time, her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed with thought. “Too many bad memories attached to that one. We figured we could do without.”

“That’s what got you, huh?” Emily’s voice was edged, brittle, threatening to snap off in the first thing that wandered too close.

Ashley turned around, her smile never wavering, but before she could say whatever it was she’d meant to, she sucked in a breath and took a step forward. “Ooh, Jess! Hang on, I wouldn’t!”

As though she’d set off a firework beside her head, Jess all but jumped up from her crouch, pale-faced and breathing hard, her hands clenched to fists at her sides. The cat she’d been kneeling to pet hissed at the sudden movement, shooting across the room like a dusty grey bullet.

“Sorry, sorry! That’s, um…well, that’s Jack,” Ashley said in that same tour-guide voice, laughing apologetically and gesturing back towards Chris. “He’s a Maine Coon…a rescue…and…kiiind of a bastard. I didn’t mean to spook you, it’s just, um, he bites. Hard. Unless you’re Chris.”

“Mhm,” he agreed, picking the huge, mangy thing up from where it had wended itself between his legs. “Then he only bites sort of hard. It’s kind of our thing.” Briefly, he held the cat up for the others to see, and one of its ragged ears twitched, its one eye a bright, sickly yellow as it took them in. “Jerk kills spiders like it’s his job, though, so we keep him around.”

“No.” There wasn’t a living being in the room that didn’t turn to Emily at the sound of her voice. She advanced on Ashley like Mike had on Chris before, and was similarly surprised (but undaunted) when she didn’t immediately cower away like a skittish chipmunk. “I’m not doing this.”

“…not doing…what, exactly?”

“This. Any of it. I don’t know what you freaks think you’re up to here, inviting us to this place and then acting like everything’s totally fucking normal, like this—like any of this—” There she spread her arms wide, gesturing to the lodge at large, “could ever be normal, but I’m not doing it! The only reason I came here was to give you psychopaths a piece of my mind, and—”

“We gonna have to split you kids up?” From somewhere below them, a door shut. Footsteps, sure and solid, grew nearer and nearer until Josh came cresting the stairs from the lower floor, the picture of slow-burning delight. Continuing the pattern Chris and Ashley had started, he looked the same as ever, his jeans artfully ripped at the knees, the sleeves of his dark shirt rolled up to the crooks of his elbows. It was only the scars that gave the years away, the ones that pocked the left side of his face in the places where the rot had sunk in too deeply.

When he grinned, though, those scars became dimples.

“Oooh, and the crowd…goes…silent,” he snickered, wiping his hands off on his jeans before leaning against the railing, getting a good eyeful of the gang. “I’ve been told I have that effect on people. But please, please! Don’t let me interrupt. I know once you get on a tear, it’s hard, nigh impossible, to work you down from it, so, by all means.” He gave a low bow, waving his arms every which way as he deferred to Emily. “Keep going! Anyone who doesn’t want to listen is more than free, by the bye, to go check out the guest cabin.”

Jess and Mike bristled as one, but one more than the other.

She’d been so quiet until that point, so docile…however, at the mere mention of the guest cabin, Jess burst to life, turning on her heel and marching out of the great room the same way they’d all come. Matt and Sam were quick to dash after her, both offering hushed reassurances, but she just shook her head and kept on shaking it, saying nothing.

Josh’s eyes slid to Ashley, then to Chris, then to no one in particular. “Man, if you guys are feeling this jumpy, I’ll warn you right now, you should steer clear of the basement at all costs.” His head bobbled back and forth for a second like he was thinking about it, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smirk at once perfectly familiar and completely alien. “Probably didn’t need me to tell you that, huh? Didn’t think any of you guys would be, y’know, champin’ at the bit to get down there, but better safe than sorry. Got some pet projects down there you’re not gonna want to stumble across.”

“Pet projects?” Mike remarked, tone not cool so much as arctic. “That what you’re calling your little serial killer nest now?”

Josh’s grin didn’t falter. Not even slightly. “Animatronic prototypes,” he enunciated carefully.

“Think…Five Nights at Freddy’s but a little less friendly,” Chris snickered, the monstrous cat in his arms butting its head up against his chin, purring (growling?) almost loudly enough to be heard over the heating. “Five Nights at Blackwood Lodge. Now there’s an idea!”

“No,” Ashley said with a smile and a sigh that suggested a long-running joke none of them were privy to. “We’ve had the jumpscare discussion. We’re not doing it.”

“We’re doing some.”

“Slow-building dread. Not surprise, not disgust…slow. Building. Dread.”

Neither of them had been able to imagine a reality where they found themselves on the same side that night, and yet even so, Mike and Emily’s eyes met as the other three joked and acted as they always had—more interested in their own bullshit than anything else. The inner language the two of them might’ve shared once had long since fizzled away to ashes, but one didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what the other was thinking.

A door slammed somewhere, and when Sam reappeared in the great room, cold clung to her as if she’d been standing out on the stoop for some time. “Jess left,” she said to all of them, or maybe none of them, or maybe just herself. She rubbed her hands together to will some sort of warmth back into her fingers.

“Alone?!”

“No. Matt too. They’re headed for the cable car, they were trying to call the bus service—”

“The sun’s going down, and they’re going to—”

“They’ll be fine,” Josh cut in, walking his fingers across Ashley’s shoulders as he passed her by, plunking down on the end of the huge L-shaped sectional in the middle of the room. “Mountain’s empty. I mean, unless any of you are planning on eating someone and starting the whole mess up again.” He laced his fingers behind his head, pointedly dropped his smirk, and narrowed his eyes. “None of you…are planning on eating anyone while you’re up here, right? I know I’m not. So, like I said. They’ll be fine.”

“Aw man,” Chris said a moment later, glancing towards the dining room. “They didn’t take their goodie bags. Bummer.”

Before any of them could react to that, Ashley clapped her hands together once. “So! Drinks? Who wants what?”

---

Time didn’t take the fight out of Emily—confusion, however, dulled it to something vague and stinging. She didn’t touch the food that was offered to her, didn’t even consider sipping at the champagne they’d popped. That would’ve been giving in, would’ve been folding, and she hadn’t come all that way to brush this shit under the rug.

Mike and Sam, however, had taken a slightly different approach. He was doing his damnedest to eat them out of house and home, by the looks of it, and she was busy, as ever, playing peacemaker.

The only thing they seemed to have in common was how little they were willing to trust the others’ intentions. They sat stiffly on one end of the couch, muscles clenched and ready for the moment where they’d have to spring to action, dodge, duck, weave, escape, flee…

Except darkness fell and nothing nefarious happened. Unless you counted Chris’s attempts at playing the piano.

And then midnight came and nothing devious transpired. Nothing worse than Josh’s nonsensical toasts, anyway.

Then the witching hour approached and there hadn’t been so much as a single prank pulled. Ashley had said there was Sprite in the fridge and it had turned out to be 7Up, but even that had seemed to be an earnest mistake.

For all intents and purposes, it seemed like…it seemed like they hadn’t planned anything, that this was just supposed to be a New Year’s Eve party and nothing more. There was no laughing at their expense, no veiled looks or sidelong smirks when they thought they weren’t looking, no collapsing floorboards or rusty old saws or animatronic monsters leaping out of the basement shrieking as loud as they could. Just food and drink and recaps of the New Year’s specials playing on the tv.

“I don’t know how you guys are, uh…doing things these days,” Josh said with a flicker of his old mischief once he’d spotted the first yawns going around, “but you know where the rooms are. Take as many as you want, one, two, three, go crazy. I promise all the old faves are still there. The trophy bass room, the antler room, the Pepto-Bismol room, the one with the ugly drapes…”

“They’re all the one with the ugly drapes,” Sam said without thinking, then pressed her lips together in a hard line as she noticed the others’ grins.

“Which one has the fewest perv cameras hidden in the walls?” Emily folded her arms across her chest, then dropped them, then pushed herself up from the couch with a huff. She hadn’t expected an actual answer, not from them, so she didn’t wait for one, instead insisting, “I’m taking Hannah’s room.”

Josh blinked once slowly, turning his head to follow her as she headed for the stairs. “Which one? Upstairs, or…?” He let it trail off, the rest of his thought, but his eyes momentarily slid down towards the darkness leading to the lower floor. To the guest room where they’d played their own prank, once upon a time. “Oh, upstairs. Okay,” he said just as easily, shrugging as she started up. “Happy New Year!”

“Happy New Year!” Chris and Ashley chimed in, him lying flat on the sectional’s cushions with his head on Josh’s lap, her swinging her legs in the air as she sat on its arm. “Yeah, but no, seriously though,” Chris continued, propping himself up on his elbows to look towards Sam and Mike. “There something going on with you two? Cuz, I-I-I don’t wanna presume or anything, but I’ll tell ya, there’s a vibe going on here, and—”

A BANG! so loud it shook the foundation of the lodge itself rang out, causing Sam and Mike both to jump out of their skin. If it hadn’t been for the way the other three startled as well, they might’ve taken it as their cue to leave, little as either of them had any interest in venturing out into the snowy darkness. It took the echoes for the noise to make sense.

Ashley rolled her eyes, not without good humor, and sighed through her nose before standing. “I’ll go make sure she has everything she needs,” she said, smoothing her duster down her sides and following Emily up the stairs to Hannah’s room. It was actually something of a shock that she hadn’t cracked the doorframe, slamming it like that. She knocked, barely tapping her knuckle against the door, and it swung inward as though Emily had been waiting.

“What?”

Her eyebrows went up as she caught a glimpse of the room beyond, already well on its way to ruin despite how little time they’d been apart. “Do you…want some help?”

Emily didn’t bother answering, instead turning and going right back to what she’d been doing before, pulling paintings and pictures from the walls, pressing her nails to the mirror and shining her phone’s flashlight into all the dark corners. “No one buys it.” She kept her voice clipped. “That goody-goody crap? Didn’t buy it then, definitely don’t buy it now, so unless you’re here to point out exactly where you boobytrapped the bed, I’m gonna need you to get the fuck out of my space.”

“The…bed,” Ashley repeated, taking a casual step into the room like proving beyond doubt that she didn’t need permission. “I mean, I can help you strip it if you want? But it’s…just a bed. The mattress came discounted with a code from a podcast, so like, I can’t promise goose-down or anything, but still.”

It wasn’t the words that did it—her tone was more than enough. Emily whirled on her, the light of her phone doing what her glare couldn’t and sending Ashley stumbling back a step. “You have some nerve, do you get that? You have some fucking nerve. You take all that awful, horrible, ugly shit that happened to us, you fold it up into a cute little story, you move in with the maniac who nearly got us all killed in the first place, and you have the audacity to make me out to be the bitch! Me! Like I deserved to be—”

Whether Ashley held her hands up to block the light from her eyes or to get Emily to stop talking was anyone’s guess. “Wait, I’m…I’m sorry, you’re tearing the room apart because I…put a mean character in my book?”

“Don’t you act like—”

“Emily…” She rubbed at her eyes then, turning her head away from the flashlight. “Look, sorry if you didn’t like the book or whatever, but—”

“Didn’t like the book,” she repeated. “Didn’t. Like. The. Book. You know what, Ashley? No, no I did not like the book. I did not like the book that you wrote about us almost dying. I did not like how you wrote said fucking book without any of our permission. And, while we’re on the subject, no, I did not like how you wrote me out to be some sort of monstrous bitch when you’re the one who was begging Mike to shoot me in the head!”

There was color in Ashley’s cheeks and on the tips of her ears, but it was a far cry from the shaking, cowering mess she’d expected. Too much time with Josh, she had to figure; not that Chris seemed to be any better.

As she watched, Ashley took a deep breath in and let it out through pursed lips. “Okay,” she said, sounding not at all as cowed as Emily would’ve liked, “well I’m sorry you weren’t a fan. And I’m sorry you didn’t like the character you seem to think I based on you.”

She couldn’t even get words out that time—the statement was so inane, so insulting, so close to the legalese loopholes their shitty PR manager Conrad was constantly feeding to her, that all she could do was bark out an indignant laugh.

“But if we’re dredging stuff up, let me ask you something: Do you remember grabbing me by my shirt, down there in cinema? Do you remember throwing me to those things? Pushing me in front of them? Shoving me back while I was trying to run away?” She took another few steps into the room until they were standing nearly nose-to-nose, and as she blinked into Emily’s eyes, there was nothing in her expression, hateful or otherwise. “I remember it. I think you probably do, too. I also think, in the grand scheme of things, making you a bitch in my book was the nicest way to make us even for that. Other ideas were bounced around.”

Emily grit her jaw to the point of discomfort.

Ashley, though…she turned the corners of her mouth up. “There are extra sheets in the linen closet,” she smiled. “Sleep tight.”

---

When they woke up the next morning, she was already gone. There was no question it’d been of her own volition, not with all the furniture overturned as it was, her coat and boots leaving noticeable gaps in the closet and mat. It’d been a miracle she’d lasted that long anyway, they figured. The fact she hadn’t stormed off with Matt and Jess the night before was nothing short of a wonder.

They sat at the kitchen island in the relative silence of the place, trying their best to pretend they didn’t remember the last time they’d done it. It wasn’t hard to do—they knew where Hannah and Beth were, this morning. They knew where everyone else was, too.

“And then there were two.” Josh yawned widely, doing nothing to cover it up. He stepped around their stools to flip the coffeepot on, then rolled his neck until something popped. “Now, how did I know it would be you two, who’d stick around?”

“You didn’t,” Chris cut in, dropping himself into an empty stool at the island and removing his glasses, rubbing a smudge away with the sleeve of the shirt he’d slept in. “You said it’d just be Sam.”

He flapped a hand like he was making a sock puppet talk. “Details.” He stepped out of the kitchen again, grabbing onto the doorjamb and leaning far as he could towards the dining room. “For the love of…Cochise, you are not gonna believe this shit…”

“She did not.”

“She did!”

“Ash is gonna pee her pants, she’s gonna laugh so hard…”

“Ash? Forget Ash, I’m about to need a new pair myself. She took her goodie bag before stomping off, holy shit…can’t leave without that swag, now can we?”

Neither Mike nor Sam said a word to any of that, both of them just sitting, just listening, just blearily blinking the sleep out of their eyes. It wasn’t until Josh came back, slouching comfortably in the stool next to Chris’s with both elbows on the table, that Sam found her voice.

“What was the point, guys?” she asked, setting her chin on her hand. It wasn’t a new question, far from it in fact, but she’d been the only one to ask it in a level tone of voice, so it stood to reason she was the only one who got an actual answer.

“Of what? Inviting you guys here for a kickass New Year’s Eve bash?” Chris chuckled, sliding his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “C’mooon…maybe we just wanted to party like it’s 1999. Er, 2014. Wait, uh, shit, whoops, I meant 2015. Hang on, I’ll get this, I meant—”

Josh nudged him with his shoulder, the two of them snickering in the same way they always had. “What was the point, huh Sammy? What…was…the…point.” He smiled at her, then at Mike, and it wasn’t a cruel one, or a jeering one, or even one they felt was meant to be mocking. It was just a smile, nothing more, nothing less. And somehow that was worse. “I’ll level with you guys, brave heroes that you are and all. Honestly, we just wanted to see if you’d show up.”

Mike’s mouth tightened. He swallowed hard. “Called your bluff, huh?”

“That you did, dreamboat. That you did.” When the coffeepot dinged, Josh pushed himself up again, grunting with effort. He started getting mugs down from the cupboard, then started laughing anew. “Funny how some shit never changes, isn’t it?”

#love-fireflysong #new year prompts #queenie writes supermassive #fuck no: the movie #i did noT INTEND FOR THIS TO BE SO LOOOOOOONG #but what can i say - i see a fuck no: the movie prompt i go a little feral akljsdfkljs there's nothing to be done about it #this is only BARELY proofread for the time being so PLEASE ignore what im sure are MANY MANY TYPOS

[magnaflourious-nerdity]

Eobarry Buffy AU

"This is exactly why, Barry, as your Watcher you need to trust me. Come to me for help. Just because you think you know the ins-and-outs of a situation already, doesn’t mean you do. And now look at you. Look at the mess you've made of tonight. Look at what happened to them, Barry. You know they were never supposed to be involved in something like this."

Barry doesn't speak. He is looking at his hands. they have blood on them, sticky and vivid against his increasingly pale skin. He had thought- He had been sure that it would be an easy take down. A few vamps haunting the sewer and grabbing people. He didn't need Eobard's help- didnt want it. Still hadn't been able to bring himself to trust him when Barry knows why Eobard was sent here for him. Who sent him. What this relationship is supposed to be.

He is a weapon, and Eobard's is the hunter, despite what either of their titles may have indicated. And tonight... tonight the weapon malfunctioned.

Just a few vamps. Nothing he and the rest of the scoobies couldn't handle, nothing they didn't handle already on a nightly basis, except... except it hadn't been. It had been so much more. There were demons there, some kind of portal. A nest.

He'd tried so hard. He'd fought SO, so hard, using every ounce of his unnatural skills that he could muster, trusting his friends to run far, far away until they could regroup. but it wasn't enough. He hadn't been enough, just like always. What good was this strength of his, this unnatural savagery inside him, if he had to watch as his friends... had to watch his family be....

It had been a feast. And he had served them right up.

"Oh, Barry." Eobard sighs, placing a gentle, consoling hand on the top of his head. He strokes his hair slightly in a comforting gesture that Barry knows he doesn’t deserve. Not after....

He screws his eyelids tighter against the images he knows he will never unsee. Eddie. Caitlin. Cisco. Joe. Iris.

There's no pretending they will wake up, no fooling himself into believing there's a fix for this when Eddie's wind pipe has been bitten through and he can see the sick glistening of Caitlins's innards through the gashes left on her abdomen. Cisco, head bent at an unnatural angle, lays nearest to Joe. Or the majority of him, and it is impossible to ignore the reality of the death that now hangs all around him like a fog.

He can't remember anything after he had seen Iris fall to them too, The only things he can conjure up are his own screams mingling with scattered images of viscera and the feel of her life draining out of her in his hands. He longs to hug her to him tightly, comfort himself with the proximity of her one last time, but his hands are still covered in blood and he does not deserve the comfort he seeks, so instead he merely cradles her in his lap and stares into the distance.

It had been quick enough after that, he supposed, the slaying. It was surprisingly easy to tear through the flesh of A demon's throat with your bare hands, if you were motivated enough. Apparently before he just hadn't been. Another failure of his own making.

It didn't matter though, any of it. Not any more. After the fight he had simply frozen there, staring at his friends and family, each one torn into and pried open. Gazing at him with empty, accusatory eyes still propped open in death. He had taken Iris back into his arms afterwards. Kneeling there, unsure what to do as it strikes him that he is once again been orphaned. He is alone again.

Alone. Except for his watcher.

Eobard's hand continues to stroke through his hair, murmuring soothing words, that slice Barry open with the truth of them.

"I know you didn't mean to Barry. I know they wanted to help. but this is no place for civilians already, and if you don't consult with me, don't trust me completely...

I knew they weren't vampires, Barry. I cpuld have told you what it was you were walking into."

Barry stiffens under his hand, and Eobard hides his smile under a grimace meant to imply his own feelings of guilt. A clean strike. Just a little more now, he thinks to himself.

"If you had just come to me, talked to me, I could have told you that this was demonic activity. That it was too dangerous for them. I don't know why you feel you can't trust me, but barry you have to. You have to or something even worse might happen next time."

There is nothing worse that could happen to him. No way for any situation to devastate him this deeply ever again.

Eobard comes to stand in front of barry. kneeling down in front of him, he gently removes iris from Barry's arms, and takes barry into his own.

"A slayer's life is a solitary one for a reason, Barry. And I'm so sorry you had to find out that truth this way. But, if you can learn to trust me, then I can be here for you, i can help you save people." he feels barry stiffen at those words and he lowers his voice to a whisper, injecting a tone of remorseful desperation into his next words "Please let me help you Barry, even setting aside that I'm your Watcher... I care too much about you to let you do this alone."

Eobard knows hes hit homw again when he feels Barry raise his hands to grip him back finally, in a hug so tight it might break a rib on a normal person. His fingers tangle into the silky fabric of Eo's shirt as he finally breaks and begins to sob in earnest.

The smile is back on his face, now that Barry can't see, too preoccupied with his grief. He looks around disdainfully at the sight. The demons had been a necessary step in assuring Barry's compliance and the removal of certain negative influences, but that didn't mean he approved of them. Messy, unpredictable things, but A means to an end. One he was an expert at manipulating.

He pats Barry's back in small strokes and tells him that he'll take care of everything. Thats what hes here for after all. To watch over him. To guide him. To make him the strongest version of himself.

It's when he mentions, ever so gently, that they'll need to make funeral arrangements for the others, that Barry finally raises his head again. He looks up at Eobard, eyes shining with so many tears still left unshed, and asks him hesitantly, if he could help him with those too.

"I don't think I can do it by myself, the planning involved- I know that's not part of your job, and it's so much to ask, but I'd have to keep seeing them, talking about it, knowing that I did this, and I can't Eobard I just Can't. Please I-"

Eobard gently shushes him, guiding his head into the crook of his neck as they both still kneel there, clinging together amidst the gore and horror of their surroundings. He did so love it when a plan came together.

"Of course Barry, whatever you need. Were in this together aren't we?" There's is a brief nod against his neck as the Slayer agrees. After all, who else does he have?

"Then I'll take care of everything. All I ask is that you listen to me, respect my abilities, trust me as your partner and Watcher"

Barry nods against his neck again and brings his arm around to hug eobards front, seeking the comfort of his embrace once more.

It feels like victory.

#you idk what the fuck this is #and its not proofread so rip but uhhh #it technically meets the prompt so... #i tried to make eo a vamp i really did. but then i thought #hmmm a man who seeks to control every aspect of your life and is obsessed with training you.... #familiar

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Over here fighting for my life in the Google Doc. The table of contents is escaping me. I can't do this.

#I'm working on a project #putting together a bunch of stories in a little google doc #well it's not little. this thing is 93 pages #ive had to proofread. format. transcribe 40 minute videos #hunt people down for their stories #its been a fairly difficult thing but im very proud of it #now im trying to make a little table of contents because its such a long document #i dont want people to have to scroll down 85 pages before getting to what they want #so im trying to do that cool hyperlink table of contents that docs will let you do #but its proving more difficult than i first thought #mostly the formatting #fuck formatting #this project is nearing the end which is exciting but sad and a little scary #because once its finished i have to send it to the proper people and they're going to see all of the work i did #its really important and kind of sacred. and theres difficulties with one of the people im going to send it to... #but that storys way too long for the tags #i still have to go through and proofread everything again. make sure transcriptions are accurate #more fucking formatting. and did i mention i hate transcripts? its hard to know whats important and whats not #i have to decide if im going to transcribe the ums and stutters and actions and shit #i hate this (not actually) #i think im just scared to finish. scared it wont be good enough. scared ill lose this thing ive been working on for the last 1.5 years #now im gonna stop procrastinating and go work on it more #if any of you have tips to make this fucking table of contents easier please share

[southislandwren]

fuck i just proofread my friend's research so she could submit it to a journal and i forgot how much i love proofreading :((

#memus do u remember we used to proofread the squad's essays for funsies. i miss that. didnt realize i would miss that #also the research fucked i actually understood what was happening. so many research articles im like #you wrote all this down but you didnt actually say any real words. i still have no clue what you actually did #so very cool to hear about what my friend is doing and actually understand it #although i guess im biased because shes dairy manufacturing so like. of course i knew what the words she was saying meant #also i love writing papers i will say i kind of miss humanities classes #school post #everyone says im really good at essays and im like YEAH i go feral for a well written summary or analysis or argument #also my mom is an english college professor. i didnt have a choice. i was always going to be good at writing and reading #also i think its funny ive got two mutuals i have nicknames for and its memus (blushingjuliet) and memer (memerataphor) #sorry if you two have been getting confused heehee. symptom of being friends with me

[damazcuz]

WAIT!

Before you hit send on that ask, reblog, or reply, remember to stop and PROOFREAD!

am I Pissing on the Poor?

did I Read the post in bad faith?

could I be Overexaggerating?

am I Out of line for saying this?

is it kind of Fucked up to say that to a total stranger?

is what I said Rude?

am I being Egotistical?

am I Angry at words that weren't in the post?

did I Dream up a pretend person to get mad at?

ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT YOURSELF FROM LOOKING LIKE A JACKASS ONLINE!

[coridallasmultipass]

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#ughhhh i started writing a quick bro / dave for todays date but im def not gonna finish in 45 minutes nooooo #its my ki.nk and i wanted to savour what i was writing by dragging it out hffffffff #wish i thought to start it before last night ughhhhh #but ughhhhhhhh dudeeeee its hapeninggggggggggg #god im so fucking thorsty for it #no one writes it the way i want it #and now ive gone and made it silly by trying to do it for today #but i cant just take those parts out bc they're so... baked... into the plotline #hfffffffff why didnt i just make this its own thing ughhhhhh (bc dave would never wanna do that sober thats why) #hffffffffffff screams #writing sm. ut is so time consuming for me #(tbh writing is on its own lol) #but to write. my fave thing. for the first time. its a lot of pressure for a fic that was supposed to be a quick joke #bro ended up being fucking smitten as hell too bc thats how i feel abt this ki. nk lmao #i dont think im even gonna get hi tonight lmao its okay a holiday doesnt mean shit when its something i do on the reg #im so tired hhhhh im just wasting more time typing out more tags bc im too tired to write fic words lol ugh #delete later / / #maybe i will so i can just go the fuck to sleep rn and write more when im more awake. date be damned. im not finishing in 30 mins lol #and even if i did finish in 30 mins i sure as hell aint proofreading and posting within 30 mins #ok yeah gonna get ready for bed and set the writing down for when im not gonna write something rushed ill regret and have to undo later

[nkogneatho]

"𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊"

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

—cw: lactation kink, mentions of pregnancy, dirty, nasty, depraved stuff, vaginal sex, period oral mention, monsterfucking in kuna's (sukuna's is way too dirty), dry humping, drinking breast milk obv, not proofread (this is too long and i have an event tomorrow)

—a/n: i have officially lost it. is it obvious i have lost it? idk if this is the best or the worst thing you will ever read but this is very depraved and nasty. like...aaaaaaaaaahh okay i am normal. i put my big titties non existent breast milk into this so please read it all and i hope you enjoy.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

— satoru is the man who is always up for something new. especially, if it involves pleasing you because he's a good husband and that's good what husbands do. he knows how to pull out the naughty parts out of you, but he had to work his way up.

"I am just saying. It helps. Believe me," your husband was arguing with you.

"Cut it out, Toru. I am not letting you suck my boobs."

"But why?"

"Because it's gross and weird." The moment those words left your mouth, he audibly gasped.

"Did you just call our baby's food gross?" You rolled your eyes. He's always like this. It's not like you weren't curious of his reaction when he does taste you, you were just scared that he'd be disgusted. Plus the post pregnancy hormones are worst as they make you emotional over the silliest things.

"Please, baby? Just this one time. I'll be a good boy I promise." You hate when he addresses himself as if he's an angel. He is a mischievous devil inside. But rather than having him pester you for the rest of the night and ruin your hard earned sleep (since your baby's cries always wakes you up) You thought maybe let him and just get it over with...

"mmph ffhuck." His moans vibrated through your skin, "mhmm god ywo twaste shwo good." The moment he said that, all the insecurity left your body, and heat forming between your legs.

"Ngh—toru..." you felt so embarrassed—so dirty when his eyes locked with you. Your lashes fluttered and you looked away but you swore you could feel him smiling on your nipples. Your husband really digs out the emotions you never thought existed within you.

He was pressing them together, playing like he had just found a new toy. You had never seen so much amusement in those blue eyes as much as of now. Bright pink tongue lolling out to taste the squirting liquid when he squeezed both your breasts together.

"Feels good, right baby? ah!" *slurp* He wiped the dripping milk at the end of his lips with his tongue, and you couldn't process. You felt so wet. And he knew you very well. After all, you've been together for so many years.

"Lay down baby. I'll fuck you while I drink you." You never thought you'd ever hear that sentence but there it was.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

— toji has always been an experienced man. he has definitely tried a lot of things. but there's always areas to expand knowledge and new things to learn. he wouldn't do anything that makes you uncomfortable but he knew the person he was marrying wasn't ordinary. you, deep down, were just very dirty like him.

You had your legs stretched on the sofa, upper body resting on your husband's lap. Since you guys had a baby, it was very rare for you rest. Being a parent is the best thing in the world but it also feels worse than a 9to5 sometimes. Today was a good day though. Your boy was sleeping soundly and you had some quality time to spend with each other. Well, it's hard to go on a date at this time, but you both were just happy to be in each other's presence.

Toji was mindlessly flipping through some channels after he got bored halfway through that one movie he was watching. His emerald eyes fell on your ipad screen where you were scrolling through what seemed like a baby product websites.

"I thought we had bought everything for little gumi." You looked up at him then back to the screen.

"Oh this isn't for gumi bear. This is for me. These are called breast shells."

"What? Show me." He took the ipad from you and carefully observed the product you were supposedly buying. "So what is this a fashion accessory for mommies now?"

"Hehehe," you giggled. "No, baby. My breast oversupplies sometimes and it ruins my dress. They prevent that." You watched him as he sat there in silence, poking his tongue inside his mouth. Within two seconds, he flipped you on the sofa, and gently climbed on you.

"Why are you buying that shitty thing when I am right here?"

"Toji, what do y—OH MY GOD!" he pulled out both your breast pretty quickly, all thanks to your maternity clothes. He knew you won't stop him. He knew you would get wet when he'd do that. And he was right on the money. He started sucking so hard, you felt...foreign. He had sucked them a hundred times before but watching him flick your nipples with his tongue and the milk trailing down, fusing with the tastebuds until it goes transparent and his adam's apple bobs when he gulps it. fuck.

Toji's obvious boner grinds against your heat as he suckled on those pretty tits. The wet patch on your panties were now staining his grey bottoms too.

"Overflowing down there too, mama? Hmph," he chuckled. You were to focused on the feeling of his lips on your nipples that you forgot to see his right hand moving down to cup your heat.

"Ngh—twoji," you mewled.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you." Thick fingers circled your wet clit, "Ya don't need those shells or whateva when i am right here." He is a great husband. He even saved you so much money that you were gonna spend on those silicones.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

—suguru worships you. it isn't obvious but you can feel his devotion towards you. the way his droopy eyes lights up when they fall on you, or his ears turn red when you kiss him. he loves how you take him in, struggling a little at first because he is girthy and a bit long, but when he bottoms out, you finally exhale and relax your walls around him. holy shit. he loves it. but this time, something different struck his curiosity.

"fuck. you sure we can do this baby?" He asked.

"'s okay, sugu. doc said we had to wait like six weeks and it's been three months." You were so busy in your post pregnancy life that you barely got time for just each other. You hadn't even kissed properly in months. "plus," you reached for his cock, "i need you." Those last words came off as a whine. You needed him and who is he to deny you off your pleasure.

You were on top of him as you positioned his boner to your entrance. He watched as your cunt swallowed him. This time, not struggling as much. Thanks to dilation.

"anh! suguuu~ mhmm missed your cock." You moaned so beautifully, he found himself falling in love over and over again. Yet, something was different. Normally, his eyes would focus down on how you well you take him as you ride it, but today he had found something rather more interesting. Your big tits bumped against his face and he couldn't take his eyes of those nipples. Those glistening nipples. He could see droplets of milk settling and honestly, they looked so fucking tempting. He let his intrusive thoughts win as you felt a warm sensation on your boobs.

"haaa—fuck. sugu, mhmm—no, it's gross" He didn't reply. He didn't need to. Pretending he didn't hear that was just right. Why would you even think anything about you is gross. He would kiss the soil you walked on.

"so fucking sweet. my sweet girl." *sucksucksuck* "these are f'me too, right? these were made f'me. hmm...sweet *suck* fucking *suck* girl.

congratulations. you just unlocked his new kink.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

—nanami is a gentke lover. we all know that. he is only mean in bed if you ask him too. that alone needs a lot of convincing because he is scared of hurting you. he is not too kinky but you can't say he's completely vanilla. he enjoys wrapping a tie around wrist as be eats you out. he also found himself getting hard when you called him "daddy." So yeah, he is a little kinky. But not in a million years Nanami Kento would've thought he would get hard watching you wipe the excess milk off your breasts.

"So i just put her down to sleep," you walked out of the baby room, with your left tit out, wiping it with a napkin. "What do you want for lunch—Kento?" He immediately broke the staring contest he was having with your boobs and looked at you.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Is everything alright? Is there something on my breasts?"

"Yes—I mean no. of course not." It was rare to hear panic in his voice which only made you mroe curious. You walked closer to him, hsi breath heavier than usual.

"What's wrong, Ken? Talk to me." shit shit shit. you were too close. he could feel your wet boobs rubbing against his cyan blue shirt. If you got any closer, you would loathe him for having a boner for such thing. He was ashamed of himself.

"Why are you looking away, baby? Do you not like me anymore?" Fuck. You're so stupid. Not like you? That man is in love with you so much. He cannot contain himself. You tried to get closer but he tripped on the foot of the couch and felk on it upright, and you on top of him.

oh.

OH.

You could feel it between your legs. You didn't even kiss him and it's not like you were seducing him earlier so you connected the dots pretty quickly on why he was hard.

"hmm hmm" you giggled. "is this what makes you hard you, ken? my lactating tits?"

"don't say it out loud, please." it was so fun seeing him all flustered. you adjusted yourself on top him as you thought of something very dirty.

"wanna taste? i know you're curious." he hesitated a bit, but a man like him can only go so high with his walls before he breaks them and let's his wife take control.

He started off with a few licks, testing his feet into the water. It was sweet with a hint of tanginess. The moment he felt it squirting a lot when he sucked, he fell in love. He acted like a kid who had just discovered magic. You chuckled between your heavy moans as you witnessed him trying to fit in your tits in his mouth as much as he can. You start grinding on him and it only makes him more desperate. He taps your thighs, a cue to pull your dress up and throw it in the floor. You watch as he hungrily latches his lips on your nipples quickly again. Your dress was not even off your arms yet. Nanami had discovered his obsession when he watched you squeeze you tits to squirt your milk on him.

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

—sukuna didn't even think it was possible for him to have a child as him being a curse and you being a human but here you were. he was in love with you. maybe his expression for love was different than others, but you felt it. be wasn't an embodiment of rage, but rather an overflowing confidence in his skills. That's where the cockiness came from. Existing for over a 1000 years, he thought he had experienced everything. Well...he was wrong.

"So...you just out this device on your chest and it gathers your milk?"

"Yes. It's called a "breast pump" and not a device," his vocabulary according to the new era was still weak but he was working on it.

When you detached the the vaccum of the breast pump from your boobs, Sukuna's eyes were fixated on them. He loved your tits. He had his fair share of biting and sucking on them till they were sore, but today they looked so plumped and so...succulent??

"What are you staring at? You want to drink it too or what?" You joked as you closed the lid of the bottle.

"Yes." You stared at him. Two minutes of complete shock snd silence.

"What?"

"What? You said if I want to drink it, and I answered."

"Yeah but—"

"Be a good wife, my little human. Good wives obey their husband's wishes." (Please let the feminist in you shut up for a sec and enjoy cuz i know he'd say smtg like this)

"Kuna...I don't know. It's nasty, y'know?"

"I think you're forgetting that I am a monster, baby. I ate you out during your those days of the month. This is less dirty." He yaps a lot someone shit him up before I die from embarrassment.

Sukuna laid you on the bed gently after getting you undressed. For the first time in so.many years, you were feeling shy again in front of him. It was quite an amusing sight to enjoy for him. He summoned a mouth on both his palm and licked your nipples. He wasn't sucking yet, but the hint of sweetness still laced his tastebuds.

"I am going to squeeze your breasts in my mouth now, okay?" Why did he feel the need to announce it? Weren't you already so flustered?

The tongues on his palm licked the skin of your tits before squeezing it when his mouth crashed against your nipples, spraying the milk. Sukuna sometimes forget you're a human. You're delicate unlike. The strong force of the suction made you whine and moan so loudly, it vibrated through the walls of the bedroom.

"mhmm I did not know my beloved wife enjoyed such depraved acts," he smirked when his thighs brushed against your bare pussy. you were dripping wet.

"Don't worry, little one. Let me please you. Hope you have pumped out enough in that bottle of yours. Because, I am going to milk you dry today."

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[ughscara]

someone tell me why; i fell asleep while proofreading and ended up having a dream about this green worm that entered my house and started chasing me around all because it wanted to sleep on my foot?

#⠀— idle. #doesn't help that i very lovingly forced myself to wake up due to how genuinely fucking terrified i was ;; #i deadass don't know what's been up with my dreams recently and for some reason THAT was the scariest one ?? THAT'S SO DUMB #.. “bow before me worm” .. kuni. i think you cursed me #WAIT I WAS PROOFREADING HIS FIC ACTUALLY MAYBE THAT'S WHY. HE /DID/ CURSE ME #wtv dude i'm gonna try getting out of bed and finish proofreading the fic after getting ready for the day #if i don't get out of bed then .. well i am proofreading the fic while looking like a mess :)

[cyberels]

EVERYTIME I NOTICE A TYPO IN MY WRITING 10 YEARS IS TAKEN OFF MY LIFESPAN I’LL DIE

#max moments ☆ #proofread that shit 30 times and STILL DID NOT NOTICE THE TYPO #am i dumb #pea brain moment #THERE WAS A TYPO IN THIS FUCKING POST TOO WHAT IF THAT WWAS MY FINAL REASON GOOD FUCKING BYE

[coconutdays]

seat taker

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

w.c. 10.6k

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

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

"go sit next to him then."

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

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

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

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

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

"you're insane."

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

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

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

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

"huh. what was that last part?"

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

with white haired guy sitting in YOUR seat.

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

poker face, poker face, poker face.

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

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

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

"WAITTTTTTTT. AHAHA–"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you can ask him for that too~"

"shut up, you menace."

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

"no, stop, the class doesn't even–"

"bye!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you have pretty handwriting."

"I–what?"

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

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

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

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

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

"be my guest." you say without hesitance

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

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

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

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

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

"see that idiot with the pitch black glasses?"

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

"y-yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what?"

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

you hear a puff of a laugh from geto

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"that's where the frat house is."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it's geto.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"is it as cool as people say?"

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

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

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

"yeah!" you nod

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you want something?" geto asks you back

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you didn't want a drink?"

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

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

"what kinda car do you have?"

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

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

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

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

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

"In your motorcycle?!" you blurt out

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you don't know my name, rig–"

"y/n."

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

"what?"

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

"oh." you sink back into yourself

"do you know mine?"

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

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

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

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

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

"what's wrong?" he asks quickly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"there you go."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"this is your place right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and gojo's voice, "idiot."

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

suguru

hey

y/n

hi

suguru

you wanna take satoru's seat next class?

y/n

he wants to flirt with mika again?

suguru

not rlly lol.

y/n

?????

suguru

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

y/n

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

suguru

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

y/n

okay?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"really? about?"

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

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

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

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

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

"what?"

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

"for who?"

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

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

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

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

"Zenin?!"

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

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

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

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

"no?"

"no."

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

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

"hello?"

"hey hey! I have a question!"

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

"what's up?"

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

"the fembot costume?!"

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

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

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

"lots of girls go by themselves to parties!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he just made eye contact with you.

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

fuck you satoru gojo.

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

"you bought another costume?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yes."

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

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

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

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

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

after their date.

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

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

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

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

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

it's suguru.

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

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

this was your Friday the 13th movie for sure.

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

suguru

are you still here?

I'm sobered up now.

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

buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz

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

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

nervous, you mutter, "what."

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

"why didn't you answer me?"

"do you really not know the answer?"

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

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

you're confused, "but–"

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

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

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

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

"since when?" you peep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"no, I like it here too."

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

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

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

"suguru."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you give him the same answer again.

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

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

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

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

"mmmm–about how good–mm–this feels."

"yeah?"

"mhm"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"move your panties to the side."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"are you close angel?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"no." you rake your hands down his arms

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah."

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

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

"we can do that later right?"

"right."

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degradation taken too far (mature content 18+)

context/warnings : it’s smut, so kids shoo! hell of a lot of degradation. they’re so mean i hate them. (swearing, words used : slut and slutty) angst to i have no idea what. pls do lmk if i missed any tws. and as always, its not proofread :p gojo ver.

ryomen sukuna ‘is that all you can do? all your yapping earlier about ridin’ me was just talks? answer me’ his sudden shift in demeanour has you feeling really small. sure he is a rude ass prick but not to you. never to you.

‘no- i can take it. i really can ryo’ tears sting at your eyes as you struggle to take in his full length. his hands giving your waist a small squeeze.

‘yeah and that’s all you’ve been saying for the past goddamn fifteen minutes. either you take it like a good girl or i’ll just have to find someone who will. trust me, i can’ he eyes held no remorse of the words he just spewed and that’s when you break.

correction, you shatter.

somewhere in the back of your head you knew he’ll never leave you but him wording it out makes it seem like it’s bound to happen.

and so tears stroll down your cheeks, your hands and legs giving out on you, your body going limp against his and you whisper the same thing over and over again.

‘don’t leave me ryo. i’m sorry. didn’t mean to upset you. i’m so sorry. don’t leave’

quickly his arms wrap around your body protectively, your face between his shoulder blade and neck, wetting the area with fresh batch of tears.

‘i could never leave you. you’re-’ you’re it for me. ‘you’re always the one that keeps me sane. there’s no way i’ll ever leave you. i’m sorry baby, forgive me. i didn’t mean a word of what i said’ he says.

when he didn’t get a response from you ‘look at me’ he whispers. slowly you leave the comfort of his neck and meet his eyes.

‘i didn’t mean it. you could leave me on deathbed and i still wouldn’t mean it’

‘i can’t leave you ryo. i love you way too much’ you sniffle, new tears threatening to spill so you go back to huddle against his neck.

god. he knows you mean it. and that’s what makes him feel like a dickhead.

‘me too, i- i lo-’ he struggles, just as your palm reaches up to cover his mouth.

‘i know ryo, i know’ you whisper, placing your forehead against his, both of you basking in the quietness of the surrounding.

geto suguru ‘fuckin-! ah shit! some insane grip you have on me baby. can’t move if you clench and lock me up like that’ he smirks against your neck.

‘and a bit quiet today ain’t ya? you sure had a lot to say to satoru earlier heh’ he remarks.

‘we were just catching up suguru, nothing-! nothing more’ you whine.

‘catching up you say? does catching up require smiles and touches? do they angel baby?’ he raises his eyebrows.

‘no..’ you avert your eyes away from his.

‘that’s what i thought. so for that, now you pay’ he pulls out suddenly, and pushes all the way back in making you yelp out loud.

‘sugu! ah fuck, i don’t think i can go another round baby. s’too much!’ the pressure was starting to get to you and you were starting to lose stability.

‘hah, i know you can baby, this slutty pussy’s all you’re good for anyway. fuck, doesn’t matter whose it is, as long as you’re filled. am i right?’ his words pierced straight through your heart.

since when did he-?

out of reflex, your hands reach out to touch his face to make sure that this was a dream nightmare. otherwise there’s no way he-

‘don’t touch me with those filthy hands’ he spits but makes no effort to push your hand off.

‘do you really think that’s all i’m good for?’ your voice is soft, filled with pain, and suddenly it’s like he’s broken out of his trance.

what the fuck am i doing, he thought.

slowly he pulls out, all whilst holding your hand against his cheek.

‘absolutely not. no. fuck, did not mean it angel. i promise. i- i don’t know what came over me-! didn’t mean it. please i’m sorry. next time if i ever lose my shit with you, i want you to take the nearest sharp object and plunge it into my chest’ he heaves out a guttural sigh.

‘you were really mean you know..’ you wipe your eyes.

‘i know baby, fuck. i didn’t mean it. i did not mean it. i’ll never do it again princess, ever’ he repeats.

his face lands on your chest, thanking all the gods and the stars out there for giving him another chance.

he’ll never screw up again and that’s a promise.

nanami kento ‘you really couldn’t wait for a few hours? just had to go and think with your cunt, right? have you no- ugh! no shame?’ his thrusts were sloppy as his hands were placed around your hips.

‘kento- slow down baby, i- i don’t think i can last’ you whine, hands clutching at the sheets.

‘no. you asked for this you little slut. so shut. the. fuck. up. and take it!’ each syllable was accompanied by a harsh thrust.

the usually composed, sweet and calm nanami was nowhere to be found. he’s never once called you a ‘slut’ and what caused this? you rubbing him through his pants and riling him up at his office dinner earlier tonight.

he warned you off multiple times but did you listen? no.

‘why are you so quiet now? i thought this is what you wanted’ his voice comes out raspy and cold.

a quiet but audible whimper escaped your lips, making him halt his actions.

slowly he pulled out, gently laying you on your back as your body shook with each sob.

‘sweetheart…? why are you…’

you look up at him, eyes puffy and swolllen ‘i’m sorry kento, it’s just that, you’re never home these days and i missed you so much’ a cry that’s sure to crack his heart leaves your lips.

‘i just wanted you all to myself for tonight but i didn’t mean to be a bother-’

his warm body hovers over yours, ‘you’re never a bother baby. always know that. you will always be at the top of every and any list i make. there’s nothing more i want than coming home to you everyday after work. and i didn’t mean to lash out at you. you didn’t deserve that, i’m sorry’ he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

‘you will always have me sweetheart, never forget that. now let me make it up to you yeah?’

#bro i’m actually so scared to post this cuz i’ve never written anything like it before god bless #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #geto smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk x reader #geto x reader smut #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen smut #sukuna smut #geto x reader #nanami smut #sukuna x reader smut #sukuna x reader #nanami kento smut