#sheriff toji

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A little slap and ticket

A/N = I was at a soccer game the other day and this Sheriff came walking out to the crowd. Wellll, I was shamelessly ogling him. He had the gun strapped to his right thigh, the thing practically riding up into his crotch. It was so fucking hot. And then of course, my stupid ass brain was like "Write something about Toji!". So, here you go baby birds. Open up and accept what I am offering your little eyes today.

C/W = Slight abuse of power, Oral {F->M}, P->V, driving poorly, annnnd my favorite, overuse of italics! Enjoy!

WC = 2,001

COMMENTS, REBLOGS AND LIKES ARE APPRECIATED!

It was just after midnight and your boyfriend just told you he's fucking someone else and he wants to break up with you.

Like he had any leverage at this point. The fact he said he was breaking up with you was beyond your comprehension.

"Eat a bag of dicks. I don't care who breaks up with who, but I never want to see your stupid fucking face again. Throw anything I left here away."

You got in your car and sped off down the road. Almost clipping the parked car in front of his apartment building. "Fucking motherfucker. Hope he dies from syphilis. No no no, I hope his dick falls off when he's fucking her and, and - Whatever," you sobbed.

Your eyes were so full of tears for that asshole that you were having trouble seeing the road. And you were driving about 30 miles over the posted speed limit.

But you just didn't care. You wanted to get home and rid your space of anything that useless fuck ever gave you.

On the freeway, you swerved in and out of the minimal traffic that was out at this hour and got off at the main road to drive out to your little country house.

You didn't see the Sheriff as you blew through the stop sign.

But he saw you.

You hit about 85 on the barely paved road. Dust clouds plumed up behind your car, lit up by your brake lights only when you saw the Sheriff's SUV lights flash on and turned everything in the night red and blue.

The siren blasted into the air. "Fuck, that's so fucking *sniff*, fucking loud." You were still crying about your boy- ex boyfriend. And now you're getting pulled over.

"Goddamn it. Could this day get ANY better." You said sarcastically. Turning the radio down and reaching for your insurance and driver's license, you lowered your window to the man standing outside of your car.

"License and reg-"

"Here. Here's everything. Just take it." You shoved the information into the Sheriff's hand.

He bent down, his hand resting on where the door and the car meet.

"You uh, you having a bad night, sweetheart? You should know driving like this will always get you pulled over." He chuckled.

"Yeah, my night's been shit. Can you just ticket me and let me go, hm?" You finally locked your sights with him, seeing just how attractive he was. His green eyes looking back into yours. Fuck.

"No, I can't just 'ticket you and let you go'. There's a process to these things, princess. Pipe down and sit tight. Jesus."

He walked back to the SUV and you'd be damned if you didn't find yourself staring at his ass in his dark green pants.

He had a strap that went around his upper right thigh into his crotch. It looked uncomfortable and it looked sexy. His gun wobbled as he walked.

"Seriously." You said to yourself. "I just got dumped and I'm eye-fucking a cop. Cute, y/n. Real ... fucking cute. Asshole is going to give me a fat ass ticket, too."

He was gone for about 5 minutes.

And when he came back to your window, he had a smirk on his face.

"You know you have a broken taillight?"

You jerked up in your seat. "Um, no, no I don't. I don't have any damage to my car."

He opened your car door and gestured for you to get out and join him.

His stature towered over yours. You're not all that small, per se. But he was ... very large.

Everywhere.

The two of you walked to the back end of your car and he said so nonchalantly, "See? Right there."

"Where? I don't see any-" he pulled out his gun and bashed out your left taillight. "What the FUCK are you doing!"

"I told you, your taillight was busted. You had to be a little shit princess and be rude to me, didn't you? There are people in life you never want to piss off: People who bring you food. People who prepare your taxes. People who do work on your body, doctors, dentists and tattoo artists. And ... people ... like ... me. And you kinda pissed me off, girly."

"Yeah but you don't just go around breaking other people's shit! What's your name?"

"Name's Toji. But you can call me Officer Fushiguro. Or maybe Officer Toji. Say them both. I want to hear how they both sound coming off that little smart ass tongue of yours." He looked at you like he was waiting for you to actually say the words.

"What? Oh, oh my god. You really expected me to try those both out? Ffff ... Fuck you. Ok? How does that sound. Jesus. I can't believe you did this to my car!"

"Welp, what's done's done, princess. Don't know what else to tell ya." He drew a literal line in the ground. "You should pick this up. I don't wanna have to ticket you for littering, too."

You stood straight up and off of the car and took a few steps toward him. "TOO??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'TOO'?"

"Is this not your car?" He ran the tip of his tongue over the scar on the right side of his lips and smiled at you. 

So handsome. Cocky bastard.

"Yeah. It is my car. But you're the one who smashed my light out! Why the fuck am I getting ticketed for both when the only thing I did was reckless driving?" As soon as you said it you regretted it.

"Oh damn, I almost forgot that, too. Thanks, doll." He pulled out his ticket book and a pen and began scribbling something on the carbon paper.

"You're a real asshole. You know that?" You kicked at the broken pieces of red plastic in the dirt and started crying quietly. "Whatever. I'll get it fixed tomorrow. Just give me the ticket so I can get home."

He looked at you and felt something. Something ... guilt? No. Nothing like that. His pants felt uncomfortably tight. The strap up around his thigh was suffocating him. He was hard. Your crying was getting him hard.

"Why in the hell are you cryin' like that? Huh? I'm not gonna give you a ticket for driving like a dumbass. But I gotta do something here."

You laughed incredulously. "Yeah, thanks for - for bashing my light out. You're a real gem."

"Look here, you little shit, this can go a whole lot differently if you want it to. Ah, fuck! Stop ... stop fuckin' crying like that."

A breath later you stopped and looked at him. "Why?"

He grabbed his bulging cock with his hand and shook it against his body. "Because this! Y'makin' me fuckin' hard. Sissyin' around like that. Goddamn it. You know what? Just go. Fuck the tickets. Fuck your broken light. Just go. I have your address now. I'll mail you the papers with the court date."

"You ‘have my address now’? Are you threatening me, officer Fushiguro?" You stopped crying at this point. Realizing what effect you had on this man by just shedding a few tears and whining. And your piece of shit ex wasn't anywhere near the forefront of your thoughts now.

"Darlin', don't. Don't test me right now. Don't play your stupid games with me. I give stupid prizes." He looked almost like he was grimacing in the shadows the lights on his vehicle were casting across the space.

"Oh no, officer Fushiguro. Are you ... Are you getting a little too big for your britches?"

He took a step toward you and grabbed your arm. "Stop talking. You're startin' to piss me off."

You could feel his grip on you. It was firm on your shoulders. He was inches from your face. His eyes wide in the darkness, you were unable to see the beautiful green they were before. You couldn't anyway, with how big his pupils had blown out.

"Oh my god, officer. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad." Your voice was shaking. He was scaring you, just enough. But it was turning you on. The way he was holding you was making you wet. You could feel it in your panties.

"You know, you're really fucking pretty when you cry. I should have done this earlier. But ... fuck."

He pulled out his walkie-talkie and talked into it. "Hey, I'm gonna be on break for a little while. You okay without me for a bit?"

There was a crackly voice on the other end. "Yeah, we got it handled. I'll radio you if we need ya. Over."

He put the walkie back on his belt and then did something you couldn't believe.

He pulled his pants down, letting his cock bob free.

The gun he had strapped to his thigh held strong. You wanted to undo it, but it scared you a little to be touching a gun like that. It made your panties even wetter.

"Holy shit, officer. Are you-"

"Just, fuckin' stop. Get on your knees, princess. You're gonna suck my cock until I cum all over your pretty face." He gripped his dick and slapped it against your lips.

"Mmm. Please, no." You were so turned on that your words held no sincere weight. You wanted this to happen. You could feel the damp spot in your jeans.

"Nah, I think you want this more than I do." He pulled your hair and shoved his cock into your mouth. He was salty and it was thick. You sucked him off for a minute and then he pulled out, leaving a trail of spit connecting his cock to your mouth.

"Get up." He bent down and ripped your jeans and panties off, throwing them into the dirt.

"No, no no no! Not here, please, not here! My house is literally right down the road - AHH!" He slapped your ass so hard tears ran down your cheeks into the dirt.

He threw you onto the hood of your car and flipped you over, pushing your ass into the air. He spit on your pussy and shoved his cock inside of you.

You let out a squeal. "Oh god, please!"

He pushed himself in and out, his balls slapping against you. "Ohhhh, fuck yeah. Your cunt is so tight, darlin'. Oh yeah. Ahhhhh, fuckkkk." He hissed through his teeth.

His cock was stretching you out. It felt so good. You could feel your orgasm building up as he fucked you from behind.

He pulled out and turned you over, pushed his cock right back into your wet pussy.

"Please ...!" You cried. You were so close to cumming.

"Cum for me, princess. Cum all over my fuckin' cock." He pushed his thumb up against your clit and rubbed it furiously.

You came hard, your back arched and your legs wrapped around his waist.

He pumped in and out of you a few more times and then pulled out, jerking his cock and shooting his cum all over your chest.

He grabbed a towel from the SUV and wiped it off of you.

"I gotta get back to work, doll. But that was a pretty good time. Oh, almost forgot ..." He pulled $450 from his black leather wallet and handed it to you while he kissed you on the forehead.

"This is for your taillight."

“I - this is way too much for a stupid taillight.” You tried, but he waved goodbye to you and blew you a kiss as he walked backward to his ride. 

“Buy yourself something pretty and think of me everytime you look at it, ok, princess? Be safe, now. I wouldn’t - aw, hell. Who’m I kiddin’. I’d absolutely love to pull you over again.”

You couldn't believe what just happened. You pulled your pants and your panties back on and drove off into the night, leaving the broken pieces of your taillight and your dignity in the dust.

Tags: @callm3senpaii

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[satoruhour]

I’m good been kinda lazy on my writing lately but slowly getting back into it. Plus I have to redo my Masterlist to cause tumblr wanted to delete the last one.

omg why did it want to delete it??? tumblr always doing these kinds of things it’s so annoying 😭😭 was it bc of nsfw stuff :/ and yay! proud of u even if you’re taking it slow w/ your writing 🩵 pace pace and take breaks

#r you gonna post that cowboy / sheriff fic w/ choso and toji tho hehehrj #also mb i was asleep #satoruhour's mutuals #asks #etherealxmaya

[chosaya]

CIGARETTES AND COWBOYS !

{𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦} : 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗳’𝘀.

𝘄𝗰 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 2.6𝗸,𝗰𝗼𝘄𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗮𝘂!, 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰, 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘄 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗳! 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗼, 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗳! 𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶, 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, dry humping.

a/n: please don’t ask for a “part 2” nor make a continuation of this fic thank you. 🤎(have a love hate relationship with this) always thanks to hoshi and vegas for the helppp.

after another successful robbery of stealing cash from the town.

you sat at the saloon bar stool tracing around the rim of a glass of rum, which was half empty by now with ice melted at the bottom of the cup, posters were plastered around with your snarky grin for all the townsfolk to see, you, wanted "dead or alive reward for anyone who could catch you—keyword could be able to catch you.

your lips curled up into a smirk at the thought of some stupid bounty hunter chasing you down and bringing you to the jail, no sheriff or cowboy has been able to catch up to you from hiding all these years.

"Ya ever been 'round here, sweetheart?"

you know that gruff voice of Sheriff Toji from behind you, you could practically hear the tease in his voice lifting his hat with his thumb, his uniform was two sizes smaller for someone his size practically hugging his body through the material, twirling the metal handcuffs between his fingers against his hip approaching the bar from behind.

toji fushiguro, the townsfolk's well-known sheriff, you scoff at his presence trying to ignore him while chewing the inside of your cheek—he slides one of the posters near you tapping his finger near the cash reward.

"maybe once or twice. Have we met before?" your lips turned into a sly smirk, turned your gaze toward his direction, tracing a finger against the rim of the glass.

Toji scoffs at your question, propping his cheek on his palm, pulling a crumpled-up spare cash in his pockets. placing it onto the bar table smiling at the bartender.

"A sweet face like yours would have me thinkin' you're just a sweet girl. A criminal, though? Heh, that's a new one." he teased in a playful banter, as you scoffed at him not interested in the conversation any longer than intended knowing he’s trying to keep you here to capture you.

like that ever happened.

‘What’s cute, are you thinking you’re actually going to catch me.”

you maintained eye contact with Toji, while you reached into your pocket pulling out a few dollars on the table, just a few spare changes — it’s the least you could do, standing upright and turning to slip off the bar stool.

toji roll his eyes towards your body shuffling around the overcrowded bar- easing your way through the crowd, blending it the best way you could— like a never-ending game of cat and mouse, poor you think you’d win.

“I know you won’t get very far, darling.” toji shouted smirking, knowing you wouldn’t get far in this— not this time.

but who are you kidding? but this wasn’t going to stop you.

nothing but a bunch of sheriffs wanting a quick buck for your capture, really what sheriff would actually be able to catch you this time around? there’s no way that you would get caught in your crimes, stealing all of the stack of cash from towns—“one step of head of the game” you’d thought to yourself.

smug assholes…

the statement makes you glare at his words, stopping in your tracks. the old jukebox playing in the background, the townsfolk clanked their glasses of beer together cheering loudly with one another—the room goes quiet as a certain someone changes the selections to a softer — mysterious tune as you watched the townsfolk’s go back to conversation like nothing happened.

you continued walking towards the exit, shoving a few people back out of your causing them to stumble over on their feet, plummeting down to the wooden floor boards groaning, some mumbling curses towards you but you shrugged them off with the stash of cash at your hip and a clean getaway.

nothing could stop you now that’s what all outlaws think..one step closer to freedom..right?

wrong.

your hopes of freedom were soon washed away, thus clashing into a board chest the impact of the crash causing you to stumbling over plugging to the ground. soon, your brushed yourself off scanning over your own body for injuries—not even a scratch on your soft skin.

your teeth barred at the person blocking your one way ticket out of this stupid forsaken town!. your eyes peering up at the one who you crashed into moments ago, he looks for familiar.

a little too familiar…?

your throat went dry, the color draining from your face. noticing that big badge engraving writing written bold letters “sheriff choso”, crouching down towards you with a smirk on his face, dangling handcuffs in front of you teasingly—snapping them both on your wrists.

“where do you think y’er going, sweetheart?” Choso states, pulling you by the handcuffs with a sharp tug causing you to stumble forward—but you weren’t going down like this? were you?..

“Let me go!..” you writhes underneath his grip onto your wrists from the hand cuffs, trying to slip away from their clutches—thrashing around pushing your body away from him, the same gruff voice from earlier interrupted your chance to flee.

“I reckon, you stop squirming and make it easy and surrender..” toji chuckled to himself from behind you-the rough, coarse hands dancing around, securing the handcuffs on your wrists, wrapping his hand around her waist and hauling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, as if you weighted nothing to him at all.

a cheer erupted in the town square as the sheriff’s escorted yet another outlaw to jail - so that they can pay their debts and crimes, of course.

“watch y’er head,hun.”

you all made your way out of the bar, toji opened the door to the back of the squad car, pushing your head down and shoving you inside, closing the door behind you pausing to sit your body upright — in the leather seats. “don’t try anything funny, darling.”

choso spoke teasing, rustling through the glove compartment pulling out a pack of cigarettes—flicking the spark wheel a couple of times before igniting, taking a few puffs dragging out the smoke as the car engines ne begins to shift to drive with toji behind wheel snickering quietly at his partner’s words.

“Fuck you both..” you sneered, narrowing your eyes in their direction, from the back sheet feeling the ropes running against your soft skin, thrashing around—only wearing your body out in the process, your slumped back in seat, chest heaved up and down her body betraying the wariness that settled deep into her bones.

“language, your already in enough trouble as it don’t make it worse y’er self.”toji huffs, annoyed at your childish antics ignoring any other protests you have-lashing out at him and kamo didn’t have much effort on them, soon the car shifted causing the car to wheel to go flat from the bumpy path of rocks logged into the tire —great now you’re stranded in the middle of nowhere for a few miles—but a couple of rocks and coyotes —spawning around the ground looking for food, but quickly scurrying off into the dusty gulch.

“great, you’ve got me kidding me?. I’m stuck with these two idiots…” you kissed your teeth, laying your hand onto the car door as toji and kamo got out the vehicle, looking at the mere damage of the car from the outside leaving you alone in the backseat.

“watch it.” choso spoke up from outside of the car, as the window cracked down a little bit due to the humid weather in the town.

suddenly a idea clicked place in your head, you rolled onto your back shifting your weight around to sit up from the being jerk from the car breaking down, trying to by you a little time to get free and flee from these officers once and for all, but you spot something glistening from the sun peaking down on the object, in the on the dashboard of vehicle.

the key.. but there’s only one problem the bars small mental barricading the of the car from the backseat , separating you from the front of the vehicle—“no use you thought” to yourself considering your handcuffs behind your back, the cold mental practically leaving red marks on your skin, you whined trying to release some pressure off your aching muscles just for a moment—it annoyed you that these stupid sheriffs are always doing good deeds—and shit handed over to them without questions.

luckily, another cowboy came along on his larger horse coming to a halt, its hooves click against the ground and wagon attacked to the back of it. you snapped your head towards the few voice looking out the back window, after a few moments of conformation starting walking back to the car where they left you—giving them a guide to the nearest shop keeper.

“look like y’er coming with us shop, darlin. c’mon, out the vehicle.” choso spoke bluntly, up from the side of toji, the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, shoving the box in his back pocket escorting you out of the car clearly surprised that a criminal like you hasn’t escaped their hands yet—nonetheless he’s wasn’t going to let up his guard just because his partner took a liking toward you, but couldn’t deny her sweet pretty face like yours beside robbing the town blind.

and yet, here you are in a old workshop. the clerks sail man welcomes you into shop with a smile, the two sheriffs thank the sail man. he offered them free of charge, shuffling around for his tools squeezing past them to make his way outside to fix their car—leaving you with them in this tiny shop.

“can’t you let me go now?.. it’s going to take that man a while before your car is fixed.” you hum softly towards them leaning your back against the wooden desk— toji and choso raises a brow at your antics looking at each other scoffing, clearly not impressed by it one bit,stepping a little bit closer towards you—a stupid game of cat and mouse you’d think but, you wouldn’t face defeat so easily —but at this rate you’ve lost.

“y’er really think we’re going to let you go?”

“crime doesn’t sleep y’know that, darlin.”

toji roll his eyes at your little game that your playing with, it was kinda cute how you’d try taunt him and his partner—his board frame towering over yours before you could blink you were pressed against the desk in a bent over posture, hands behind your back sore from being in the cuffs.

perfect.

the wooden desk was fairly sturdy enough—holding itself by a a thread. toji pressed himself up against you—feeling his thick bulge against your clothed crotch causing you to let out a sharp gasp , his rough fingers dancing along the hem of your shorts, noticing the wet patch clinging against the material—you couldn’t peel your eyes of it noticing how big it was from the tight print showing against the fabric of his pants.

“hmm, would you look at that? soakin’ through your shorts already, barley even touch you.” he teased, hooking his fingers along your pulling your shorts down to your ankles—tossing them to the floor.

toji chuckled stepping back away from you, a smirk plastered across his face, not even bothering hiding the slight dick jumping his pants, forming a wet spot in the crotch. you whined out writhing on the desk—hearing the wood creaky slightly, you hated him for his restless teasing you denying you of the pleasure you desperately wanted but wouldn’t admit out loud—leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

“such a tease aren’t you always, fushiguro?”

choso eyes roaming over your body, extinguishing his cigarette from his mouth to the ashtray, the smell sticking on him as he approaches you from behind—you lifted your head slightly, choso shoves his hands into his pocket pulling out the handcuffs key unlocking you from the harshness of the cuff against your skin, his glossy soft lips pressing small kisses on the red irradiated skin—easing your pain slightly causing you a small whine to escape your lips.

choso never took his eyes off your form, his lips felt felt like heaven against your skin flushed they grew more intense down your body, stopping at your underwear.

“you were right fushiguro, she’s practically leaking just from a few kisses huh.”

not before leaving hickeys over your delicate skin, preparing open mouth kiss down your stomach slowly—just like your underwear was down to your ankles exposing your wet pussy him. goosebumps creeping up your skin, shuddering underneath his touch. you felt his lips curling into a smirk against your skin, tracing his fingers along your slit.

“so sensitive sweetheart?.. want me eat y’er pretty pussy?” he gestures towards your slit, getting soaked in his palms like putty—his large hands spreading your legs apart, leaving you writhing in his grasp—causing you to arch your back against the desk perfectly.

“y-yes! —pleaseplese choso.” you replied, feeling yourself grow more warm skin flushed against him—as he nod, his pink tongue taking your clit in his mouth sucking on the sensitive bud, choso dark purple eyes never leaving your in utter bliss, pressing the pad of thumb against it —pulling his mouth away your cum covering glistening on his lips, he held your grasps your thigh against bending them towards your chest, plunging his tongue deepest parts inside of your pussy.

“choso!—-fuckfuckim close.”your hands tangles in his hair gripping a handful of his hair, causing him to groan deeply against your skin feeling your walls clenched around his tongue picking up the pace, bucking your hips against his face—trying to gain more pleasure teetering you to the edge.

“that’s a good girl.” choso hums against your warm skin. he’d love the cute reaction you gave,giving your clit a small pinch causing yelp to escape from your lips—feeling a bundle of nerves in your tummy releasing your essence paint his face, as he eagerly laps up the mess you made

—legs trembling as your back falls against the wooden desk, chest heaving up and down trying to catch your breath.

soon, toji swiftly pushed himself off the wall to your fucked out state, as choso moved to the side the desk—unlooping his belt buckle causing his pants to drop to the floor with a thud, he usually doesn’t wear underwear underneath his pants, you were lucky enough to see him in this state, nibbling on your bottom lip as your jaw nearly dropped to the floor at its size—not to mention how the hell was that going to fit inside you, is a better question.

“such, a pretty thing. hope y’er ready, sweetheart.” toji murmured roughly as his hand nuzzling into the sides of your waist snug, teasing your quivering hole with its tip along your slick coating itself not fully inside of you yet—your were already gripping his beefy arms dragging your nails into the forearms, a few gasps escaping your lips as toji coated his thick length with your juices sliding inside of your pussy with ease-rocking his hips back and forth—slowly filling you up inch by inch until he was fully situated.

“fuckkkk,like having y’er cute little pussy around my dick.” a deep groaned escaping his lips eyes brows knitting together the warm tightness enveloping his length greedy, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear pressing a soft kiss pulling you closer to by the waist, arching your back perfectly against him as his fat tip kissing the sweet spot inside you—feel his balls slap against your thighs.

“toji…’fuckkkk..feels so good.”you felt so full with his thick girth—hitting that soggy spot inside of you stuffing you with his length turkey on thanksgiving night—your brow knitting together, panting covered in a sheer of sweat gasping—feeling the same bundle of nerves washing over you covered his girth with your seed mingling together—your half-lidded eyes peering up at him, he was so beefy frame loomed over yours skin covered in sweat glistening in the dimly shop coaxing another orgasm out of you.

toji grunts breathless almost out his movements got sloppy grasping your hips a little tighter, sweat beads forming on his forehead as he increased his pace of thrust feeling his balls tightening up as he slowly spilled him seed inside of you, he hunched over feeling his back giving on him groaning at his pains.

“fuck, my back” he rolled his eyes at aches and pain that cum with age before dragging his length out of your pussy slowly, leaving you feeling a bit empty afterwards. the wooden desk creaks against as you push yourself off it.

toji rubs lazy circles around your stomach, reassuringly looping his beef arms around your frame plopping down onto the chair. the wooden desk creaked, stood up on its legs before splitting down the middle in half causing the paper and office supplies to the floor.

the sail man’s comes back into his shop, as the discarded clothes on the floor as he’s covered in motor oil from head to toe, sweating from working on the car all afternoon.

“a-a-mm I interrupting something…?”

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[alphabetatoes]

a.n.: another installment in the jjk wild west universe (aka happy early brithday to me part ii: electric boogaloo)

c.w.: mdni, 18+, angst, unrequited love (for now), someone buy this man a drink

deputy sheriff!higuruma who is a family friend of the gojo’s, and someone who you’ve gotten to grow up with. he’s always held a protective nature around you, and his chosen profession only escalates this.

deputy sheriff!higuruma spends most nights after his shift at the town saloon, a regular of barkeep!toji. he takes his whiskey neat, finding a strange warmth and comfort in the bite of the liquor. his presence aslo acts as a deterrent from any mischief occuring in the bar, as deputy sheriff!higuruma takes no issue with throwing the rowdier guests in jail for the night.

after a particularly rough shift, deputy sheriff!higuruma looks to you for a sense of comfort. and you already have a treat baked fresh just for him to indulge in. the two of you watch the stars together that night, sipping sangria and reminiscing on childhood memories. 

deputy sheriff!higuruma knows his fate is sealed when he watches how the gentle summer breeze sweeps your hair into your face. sweet like the molasses you’ve made him countless times, you throw your head back laughing about one of your favorite memories. 

deputy sheriff!higuruma who’s hired by your parents to keep an extra eye on you after a particularly rough stint with a group of outlaws known as “The Curses”. they’d been wreaking havoc on town locals, and your parents requested his services knowing he shared the same protective air over you.

deputy sheriff!higuruma who peers in on you and cowboy!nanami, hot and heavy in the barn. he watches quietly as you take the blond man into you, with your head thrown back in pleasure. you catch those brown eyes watching you ever briefly, but deputy sheriff!higuruma makes a swift exit once he’s been spotted.

and deputy sheriff!higuruma can’t help but wonder if you’d give him the chance to be yours one day. wondering if he had fumbled you in his hands, he chastises himself for not kissing you the first night he fell for you. 

deputy sheriff!higuruma lays in bed contemplating the what-ifs of the relationship dynamic between the two of you. was he too subtle in his wants? his mind races, replaying that blissful look on your face in the barn. it’s then that deputy sheriff!higuruma notices his hand has slipped to palm himself, half hard from the thought of him being the cause of your pleasure instead.

deputy sheriff!higuruma pictures you taking all of him in your mouth, your tongue tracing delicately along his length. you’re soft and warm, like you were crafted just for him. soft grunts fill the room as he continues to stroke himself. he fantasizes about the way you’d look up at him with hooded eyes, tears starting to prick up as he reaches the back of your throat. it’s the definition of divine, and he sings praises of your name as you take him so well. 

deputy sheriff!higuruma knows he’s nearing his apex, the familiar tightness near his stomach causing him to double over, he’s almost whining as he finishes, your name still sweet on his lips. but deputy sheriff!higuruma is snapped back to reality as he cums, the white substance staining his hand and stomach. he lays there after, pondering when you might one day be his.

#higuruma hiromi #higuruma x reader #jjk #higuruma smut #jjk x reader #higuruma hiromi x reader #divider by saradika

[loko4koko]

Cowboy Toji. He's taken over my mind. Imagine him tied up with his own rope, commanding you to help him, but instead, we tease him till he's all hot and bothered.

oh my sweet anon you have NO idea how this ask has affected me 😭 as someone who used to be heavy in the rdr2 fandom, i have a LOT (A LOT) of thoughts about sexy yummy cowboy men hehe

gn!reader but they do wear a dress!

MDNI 18+ BELOW THE CUT

cowboy!toji—well, he isn’t just a cowboy, he’s a bounty hunter. one of the best around, too. he has no rivals because everyone knows they aren’t even close to being as tough as him. he’ll hog tie a bounty right up (or shoot them if they’re being a pain in the ass), sling ‘em on the back of his horse, and when he’s done dropping them at the sheriff’s, he’ll use the hefty reward to celebrate at the nearby saloon.

only, toji may have celebrated a little too hard this time, ‘cause he fell victim to one of the oldest scams in the book. 4 whiskey shots and 2 beers in, toji gets approached by a working girl, and she’s real pretty, too, so who would he be to say no to a little company? so he stumbles off with her, following her lead to a secluded room in the saloon. but what happens there is far from what toji had expected.

when he wakes up, only a couple of hours later, he can’t see anything. the room is dark, and…why does it feel so cold? there’s a grimace on toji’s face as he tries to get up from what he thinks is the floor, only to realize his limbs are completely immobile. ‘that fucking girl…” he thinks, hissing as the ropes tied around his almost completely naked form dig into his flesh. he’s left in nothing but his underwear, grumbling angrily to himself while he tries desperately to wriggle out of his binds. that girl must’ve been a pro at this, though, ‘cause those ropes aren’t budgin’.

you’re in the storage room next door, organizing the newest case of liqour when you hear it. there’s someone groaning, some shuffling, and it startles the hell out of you. you set the box full of alcohol aside and listen further, and when the person swears your eyes widen. you tiptoe your way out to the hall, pressing your ear up against the door of the second, empty storage room. “goddamn thievin’ girl..shit..” you hear them say. it’s a man’s voice, real deep and boy, does he sound angry. your curiosity gets the best of you in the end, so you push the door open, reaching to turn on the lantern near the entrance. it takes a second for your eyes to adjust but when they do, your breath hitches.

there’s a man—just like you’d heard from the other room—and he’s..oh. your face grows hot as you take in the compromising position he seems to be in. his short black hair is tousled, scar on his lip twisted up as he tries to wriggle himself free, and when he looks up at you, it’s like a switch flips inside of you.

“ya mind givin’ me a hand here, doll?”

those dark, brooding eyes follow your every movement as you cross the short distance to reach him. you drop to the floor in front of him, dirtying the long skirt of your dress but you couldn’t care less. you’ve heard stories of a famous bounty hunter, one who could clear rooms with his gaze alone. the one with the scar and the midnight black stallion. the man who rides through the night like death incarnate. the one and only toji fushiguro. and here he was, bound in his own ropes, right in front of you.

your eyes are full of wonder as you take him in, hand subconsciously reaching out to smooth a thumb across his scarred lip. it’s real. he’s real. and he’s bared before you, wrapped up like a present that only you know about. your fingers skip a path down to his chiseled jaw, then further, down past the thick cords of his neck, before they come to a stop on his broad chest. the skin is flawed—healed knife slashes and bullet grazings etched across his pale flesh—but still so soft, so inviting with how it ripples under your delicate touch. as you explore him, your thumb brushes his nipple and he shudders, steely eyes boring into you when you meet his stare.

“this ain’t what i meant by ‘givin’ me a hand, sweetheart’,” he says, voice rumbling low.

“i- i’m sorry, do you..want me to stop?”

he’s silent for a long moment, jaw clenched tight while your hand hovers just off of his toned abdomen. your palm is so close you can still feel the heat radiating from him, and it’s killing you how badly you want that heat on you directly from the source.

“no.”

so you don’t stop. your hands are fully on him now, groping at his chest and caressing his stomach. and when your hand trails lower, your eyes meet his again and he holds your gaze quietly. you can feel how hard he is through his underwear, can feel how hot and big and throbbing he is. lip between your teeth, you take the plunge and grip him tight, barely able to wrap your hand around the girthy shaft. he hisses, eyes still on you, unwavering in their confidence. it doesn’t matter to toji that he’s the one restrained, he knows (in his sober state) that he could intimidate anyone into backing down, and you’re no exception. but there’s something in him, something that he sees in you that has him keening at your touch. in him- addicted, in you- addicting.

you’ve reduced this big, burly, violent man into a grunting mess. there’s sticky spots of pre staining his underwear and his head has fallen back between his bulky shoulders and fuck, he wants to cum, so bad—so fucking bad—but you’re not as sweet as you look, keep slowing the pump of your wrist down when his hips start to grind up into the strokes.

are you going to be nice, be kind to this scary man? or are you going to leave him there, high and dry? choose wisely, he’s a professional at finding people who’ve wronged him…

>thank u for reading ♡︎

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[mywifealhaitham]

꒰ - the wild wild west. part I

cowboy! yuuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki x reader (seprate)

◟a/n◝ ok so I was gonna add gojo and geto to this but I didn't really want to write them tonight so I just did these 3! also I plan on making 4 parts (part 2: gojo geto toji nanami part 3: maki inumaki yuuta part 4: sakuna mahito and choso) also I jsyt um love cowboys !!!

◟warnings ◝ fem!reader in nobaras, gun mention in yuujis and injured!reader in megumis also they all are probably ooc

yuuji itadori

cowboy!yuuji who is just starting off as a cowboy, barely fitting in the hat given to him by the sheriff.

cowboy!yuuji who spots you, also training to fight curses in the wild wild west with the gun on your belt, loaded up and powered with cursed energy.

cowboy!yuuji who immediately jumps off his horse and greets you with a handshake and a bright toothy grin. you giggle and extend your hand out, starting this new friendship.

over time you and yuuji grow closer and closer along with the other newbies, megumi and nobara. it was simple how the small town taught its students, shift the cursed energy you have into your guns and ropes. you and yuuji share a deeper bond than the rest since both your techniques are similar, both your strength is extremely boosted.

cowboy!yuuji who begs sheriff gojo to put you two on missions together since you both work oh so well... gojo originally doesn't oblige until both you and yuuji are tugging at his shirt with puppy dog eyes. he tips his hat and gives you two an easy mission... rounding up the locals cows.

cowboy!yuuji who helps you onto his horse by gently grabbing your waist and pushing you up just enough so you can swing your leg over the saddle. if you can easily slip onto the horse then he still rests his hand against your waist to make sure you don't fall.

cowboy!yuuji who internally fangirls when he finally hops onto the horse and feels your warmth behind him. he turns his head to meet your face which because of the close proximity, is a soft blush red. he gives you another of his sun challenging toothy grins and a thumbs up before grabbing the reins of his horse and trotting into town.

cowboy!yuuji who does the lamer parts of the job like running through the mud and almost slipping to grab the cattle that broke free from its owners fence and pushing the stubborn cow that refuses to move, insisting that it should spend its cow life mating with the cow in the other farm just across town.

you and yuuji finally sit down on a old wooden bench in the local farmers barn, both of you dripping with sweat and covered in mud and grass. yuuji leans his head back while you fan yourself off with your hat. the both of you stare into the distance admiring the orange and pink hues in the sky fading down near the earth and the new grey and blue rays filling the sky and you notice the gleam and glimmer of the stars finally awakening. finally after what seems like a still eternity yuuji swings forward and stands up on his heels, raising his arms above his head loosening his sore muscles "say... think it's time to get back, yeah? sheriff must be worried sick" he says with a light yawn before holding out his hand for you to take. you nod while grabbing his hand and standing up but as luck would have it you stumble over your boot a bit causing you to almost lose your balance. luckily for you yuuji reacts instantly and grabs onto your forearms saving you from a nasty fall but also shortening the distance between both of you. glancing up to look at his face you realize just how pretty he is, his brown eyes that seem so deep yet hold a fondness for you and the light brown freckles which scatter across his skin illuminated by the setting sun. you both dont realize how long you've been staring at eachother until a gunshot rings out across the barn. you both jump up and turn towards the sound only to see the local farmer with a lit cigar in his mouth and his rifle in one hand cursing at you both about leaving his property and something about young bastards in love. needless to say you both quickly hopped onto yuji's horse giggling all the way back to the sheriff's office.

megumi fushiguro

cowboy!megumi who's been a cowboy longer than his other comrades and was personally raised by the sheriff.

cowboy!megumi who catches the eye of all the teen girls in town and who desperately flock to his sister to befriend her all for a chance with her handsome brother.

cowboy!megumi who turns them all down in favor of you, a clumsy fighter who's new to the whole fighting curses and riding horses but sheriff gojo thinks you have major potential.

cowboy!megumi who coldly scolds you after yet another cut to your knee or feeding your horse too much or too little.

cowboy!megumi who always makes sure that his scoldings are softer than when he scolds yuji or nobara in which they notice and understanding get pissed and jealous.

cowboy!megumi who stays silent as the sheriff assigns you two a mission of clearing out some curse bandits in the west side of town.

cowboy!megumi who tells you to treat the injured and make sure everyone indoors is safe while he handles the dirty work, it's not that he doesn't trust you it's just always breaks his heart when you get injured.

cowboy!megumi who fails to notice the stray arrow flying towards you, grazing your thigh just enough to leave a deep cut and draw blood. quick on his feet, he leads you inside a empty tavern for some quick medical treatment.

the west side tavern which was normally known for the drunk bards singing folk tales and the gossiping ladies telling tales about their love affairs was extremely quiet at this time. for starters it was midday, not a ideal drinking time for the people and secondly most of the citizens have flocked east to avoid the bandit attack that happened just moments earlier. luckily for the people you and megumi arrived and with you treating the injured and megumi fighting off the curse the problem was swifty delt with and gone however a new problem arose, the tension between you and megumi is this empty tavern. You were dead silent and he gently patched the cut in your thigh. his hands barely applied any pressure on your skin as he took the bandage and wrapped it around the plush of your thigh, his eyes so fixated on his work. your heart was beating so fast and you felt like he can hear it from his place crouching down on the floor. finally he stands up from the floor and brushes any stray dirt from his pants before finally looking into your eyes. "you alright?" he says scanning your body for any stray injuries. you nod frantically, a slightly red coating your face. he holds out a hand for you and you hesitantly grab it. you shakily stand up and limb over to him, once in reach his other arm finds it way around your waist before leading you out of the tavern. when you finally got outside you notice how he winces at each uncomfortable step you take. you think to yourself that maybe he thinks of you more than just a clutz.

nobara kugisaki

cowgirl!nobara who absolutely has the attitude to be a threatening cowgirl but is still just in training.

cowgirl!nobara who clings to you from the start, the only other female student amongst the first years.

cowgirl!nobara who really enjoys doing missions with you, cleaning the stables with you, training with you and basically doing everything with you.

cowgirl!nobara who blows up at any of the town boys who tip their hat toward you and send you a coy wink. she believes they should know better than to charm someone on duty, you and her are very focused on a mission.

cowgirl!nobara who denies the fact she's protective over you with some curses and a slight red to her face.

cowgirl!nobara who tells you when you're both alone that you remind her of someone she used to know and they slipped through her fingers so she's just kinda projecting but you don't mind.

cowgirl!nobara who appreciates when you offer to ride over to the richer neighboring towns to see the beautiful and unaffordable dresses in the tailor shops.

giggling could be heard as a beautiful grey and white horse rides into town, only slowing down as more and more people walk around. since this is a richer neighborhood the local folk stare you both down, in your dirty shirts and ripped and worn down skirts. finally you and nobara hop off the horse and gently guide it to walk along you too as you stroll through town. it's peacefully silent between you both since no more words needed to be said. you subconsciously shift closer to her as you walk further into town, normally a experience like this would be terribly nerve wracking but it seemed like you and nobara were in your own little world. finally you both arrived at a tailor shop with some dresses on display on a dusty glass window. as you both stare into the display you barely notice how nobaras gaze isn't focused on the silk creation but instead on you, a soft smile formed on her face.

#kiana☆posts #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #itadori yuuji #itadori yuuji x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #nobara kugisaki #nobara kugisaki x reader #kugisaki nobara x reader

[taystrash]

Tay // 22 // Trying this writing thing again

If you’re interested, you can find me here

Previous Blogs:

IOAMB (kpop: bts, monsta x, got7, skz…)

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Masterlists, if you would like to see what’s in store:

BTS

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How it started:

I started writing when I was 10, One direction had just debuted and I was in love. They’re how I discovered fanfiction. I never actually wrote for them myself, seeing no shortage of content for members x reader, or members x members, so I looked elsewhere. I started to get into Viners, YouTubers, and Magcon boys and I started writing for them instead. People loved it, I made au gif sets, and I honestly loved the interactions with the fics and between I and my readers. I would write day and night, hurting my shoulders, changing positions, at school thinking of writing, scribbling ideas down here and there. I abandoned that blog for another and that for another and that one to stop writing all together. All my blogs are still up and running, I’d take Teen Wolf requests on one, SKZ on another but I want THIS blog to be a truly multi-fandom blog. I tried to categorize everything, anime into one, kpop into another, I want access to everything all in one. So bear with me! I’m working to get it together! I’m excited to see what the future brings and even more excited to finally get to write again.

REQUESTS

They are open!

I currently am only going to pick back up a few fandoms, SKZ, HxH, and Teen Wolf. I will be writing for new shows such as JJK, AOT, BSD and Demon Slayer.

DISCLAIMER (not to be rude, mean, or mistaken)

I am a smut writer. I like rough, nasty, demeaning, aggressive sex and I will write about it! Please, be warned! Please, do not lecture me about it, you can find fluff, angst, and softer smut elsewhere, OR you can request it and I’ll write that for you and your tastes. I’m not here to judge and I hope no one judges me. I know it can’t be helped but I’m a nasty bitch and I want to be with other nasty bitches :((

Character List:

JJK

Sukuna

Gojo

Geto

Nanami

Shoko

Mei Mei

Toji

Choso

Mohito

Todo

Demon slayer

Giyuu

Rengoku

Muzan

Akaza

Obanai

Gyomei

Sanemi

Tengen

Kokushibo

Doma

Hantengu’s four demons

HxH

Hisoka

Illumi

Razor

The Phantom Troupe

Silva

BDS

Dazai

Fyodor

Akutagawa

Atsushi

Fukuzawa

Ranpo

Poe

Kunikida

Chuuya

Oda

Ango

Francis Scott

Tachihara

Juno

Sigma

Nikolai (clowns are sexy I swear)

Fukuchi

AOT

Eren

Armin

Connie

Jean

Floch

Levi

Erwin

Hange (will be written as they/them, you can decide whether it’s amab or afab.)

Sasha

Mikasa

Reiner

Teen wolf

Stiles

Scott

Parrish

Sheriff Stilinski

Melissa

Liam

Theo

Brett

Derek

Peter

I’ll write for every member of Stray Kids!!

Smut Games:

Feel free to pick a prompt or two to pair with a character/member

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Smut Game 2

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Happy Slutting <3

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[missingn000]

hi yes this is incredibly late b/c work is shit tm but better late than never amirite

anyway, something about this chapter that leapt out at me immediately was Maki’s “uh, we are kids.” because i’m pretty sure something similar was said a couple chapters back (i can’t remember the exact instance though) and it seems to be a recurring theme in tpg: people being put into roles they don’t quite fill, not through any fault of their own, but simply because they cannot. gojo’s deification by jujutsu society is one such example, but it wasn’t something he had a say in, while nobara by comparison appears to have voluntarily taken on the task of acting(!) like an adult. she does, thankfully, end up joining maki & gang on the playground, but her conversation with higuruma undoes some of that progress:

“You treat me like a kid!”

“You are a kid!”

“And that’s enough reason to shut me out?!”

oh, higuruma… your intentions are kind, but your lack of tact is almost cruel. i think nobara’s response, coupled with the next line (“…brought a cannon and she’s not afraid to swim”) are very telling of her true feelings: even though she hates the fact that higuruma’s a murderer excluding the fact that his boss is worse, she is aware that he’s her parental figure now, and seeks (as all children do, especially those who were denied of it) emotional validation from him. higuruma really tried to pull the “being a child is not a sin” card but nobara didn’t hear the ‘not’ part lol. i find it depressingly ironic that his attempt at shielding her from the ugly truth of humanity & the entire mess with the sheriff end up widening the rift between them—it’s not… a terrible idea, in theory, but their circumstances are unique: nobara’s trying to understand & rationalise why the person she’s stuck with as a father did what he did, but she can’t do that if she’s missing some of the puzzle pieces. more accurately, higuruma won’t give them to her because the picture they complete is bleak, but she doesn’t know that!!!!

“I don’t know, Nobara. You deserve better than this.”

“You’re right, I do! But you won’t even try!”

… yeah sure kugisaki “you’re not my dad” nobara. and then, as if on cue, her phone rings with a call from her actual dad. the way she has to fight the urge to answer the call is nothing short of heartbreaking. she has to quash her own hopes, before her dad does it for her.

AAANDD THEN THEY HUGGED. THANK YOU FOR THIS. the part where higuruma wonders whether he’s about to be socked in the face reminded me of toji and maki’s hug in ch4 (yes i remembered), cus toji thought the exact same question. is this intentional please say yes. nevermind your answer is irrelevant i’m gonna start drawing parallels anyway /lh. toji & higuruma both start out extremely rough around the edges and knowing fuck all about parenting; maki & nobara both grew up with parents that didn’t love them. at least maki & toji had something to bond over (beating the shit out of other people. uh, curses. i mean curses.) nobara and higuruma on the other hand…….. lol

Also I didn’t miss the way Nobara was saved from a curse!!!! again!!!!! but the group shrugs it off, you know, as kids who literally just exorcised a curse by themselves do, and nobara’s too preoccupied with her crush on maki to feel all that offended. okay all jokes aside i think it really helps that they’re her age + she’s already interacted with them prior to this; she’s in a much better mental state than when higuruma first found her. i think it’s really cool that nobara has even more people fighting for her, which is exactly what she wants; she just hasn’t realised it, and i hope she does someday. (on an unrelated note: gotta love how maki takes centre stage and cleaves the curse in half though… her using yuuji’s sword as a platform to power herself thru the air is just 👌)

Does Nobara have anyone like that?

Yes. Yes, she does. Chi you’re drawing so many parallels here and I’m gonna throttle you. please don’t pit higuruma against a special grade…unless it’s toji, that’d be funny. who lets their kid bring a sword to school anyway?? tbf, it’s Phantom Guardian; i adore the idea that yuki’s cursed energy is with her, at all times…

btw yuuji is my fave if the pfp wasn’t obvious enough, and i cherish every crumb of his characterisation i get. i love the way he’s able to de-escalate any social situation because of how emotionally perceptive he is. kinda want to put him in a room with yuuta and maki and see what happens lmfao 💀💀

okay that concludes my horrendously long ramble. thank you for making it this far if u did. cheers

HIII KAY OH MY GOD??? THIS ANALYSIS IS SOOOO i put it into a word counter out of curiosity and the website said the reading level was college graduate so. 100000/10 analytical skills the curtains were indeed not just blue

response below cut this got long as hell

you're totally right that "uh, we are kids" was said in an earlier chapter! maki says it to megumi when toji gives the kiddos the stuffed animals he got for them at the zoo, and maki suggests they play with them:

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Megumi turns up his nose. “Playing with stuffed animals is for kids.”

Come on. Maki slants an eyebrow. “Uh, we are kids.”

--

megumi is another child who had to grow up way too fast before gojo took him in, and now has to make up for lost time that he doesn't know quite yet how to reclaim. it's so cool you noticed this parallel between them, because it's gonna be super important in the upcoming chapter!!

it's so true that all of the tpg kids (and initial teenagers that are now in their low twenties) had some aspect of childhood taken away from them. isolated from the villagers, nobara tried to shed her own childlike qualities because she thought she had no choice but to take care of herself, especially because of the yet-to-be-revealed circumstances of her parents' disappearance.

and god....yeah, higuruma really has no idea how to handle that. i've said it before and i'll say it again: it's so, so important to me that he's genuinely terrible at this. he's the pinnacle of right idea, wrong execution: he wants to fix the ills of society but does it in the worst possible way, and he wants to shield nobara from how dark and terrible the world is by telling her she's just incapable of understanding it altogether. he doesn't want her to know all the pointless cruelty in the world. he doesn't want her to know he killed the sheriff to free her from the countryside. higuruma shutting her out is his way of protecting her, but the way he carries out his protection almost does more harm than good. almost.

PLEASE THEIR HUG....you're not delusional to draw that parallel between nobara & higuruma and maki & toji!! nobara and maki are the two tpg kids that have the most on-screen clashes with their parents, yet despite their initial doubts towards their parental figures, they still crave that emotional validation. after a lifetime of being shunned, finally, someone cares about them -- only nobara is half-convinced higuruma doesn't. i think some part of her does know he cares, but it's a part she refuses to acknowledge because she doesn't want to be let down by her father. not again.

nobara's confrontation with the curse was so!!!!! i really wanted to follow up with yuuta telling maki that nobara cares more about actions than words, so maki demonstrates her sorcery abilities rather than just saying it. maki's words post-fight, however, do end up having an impact on nobara: she's able to correct any misconceptions before nobara even has the chance to draw them. this will also be important as nobara's character develops!!

maki carrying the phantom guardian with her stems a lot from toji's desire for her to be able to protect herself, even in his absence. especially after the kids meet mahito in shibuya back in ch12, both nanami and toji don't want their kiddos to be unarmed, hence why yuuji also has playful cloud stuffed into his backpack.

YUUJI MY CHILD. MY SON. his emotional intelligence + crumbs that he blames himself for his family's doom even though it hasn't even happened yet. the first yuuji angst moment of many, many, MANY more

as for higuruma vs some special grade where he'd have to hurt himself in order to protect nobara...huh. yeah. sure would be interesting if that happened someday

alright, i'll conclude my horrendously long reply here. also sorry for the sukuna rant in DMs last night i think i was on something else

#kay tag #tpg

[samuraiswian]

˗ˋˏ 𝕲𝖊𝖙𝖔 + 𝕴𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖊ˎˊ˗

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ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴜꜱ! ᴀᴜ

ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ꜱʟᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀᴜ'ꜱ, ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ. ꜱᴏ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴜꜱ/ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴅᴀʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴏᴜ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʙɪɢʙʏ ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʟꜰ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ!ɢᴇᴛᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴏʟ!

Getou couldn’t grasp the New World; it baffled him just how fables were so accepting of this foreign land. This world was starkly different from Homeland; whereas fables teleported through eluvians, bustling cobblestone villages teeming with creatures, children’s laughter zipping through the market as they raced under the legs of residents. Fresh Cornish patties are being bargained for. He even missed the jagged air on the rear end of his scales, or just the freedom alone. He once had to take flight whenever he pleased. Now eternally bound to the earth, embellished in glamour, to remain hidden amongst the mortals. An itch he couldn’t get rid of. It was embarrassing how his commoners were brainwashed from once they came, taking up the mantle of being human. Almost as if being sentenced from home was a symbol of pride of some sort. Some, but not all. Some were like him, wanting to finish their painful sentences and return home. But it’s he who is suffering the most heinous sentence fate could concoct. To leave behind the love of  his life. For his affair with the fae queen, the Elders were cruel, banishing him and killing half of his clan. He sacrificed everything for her. All for the sake of her surviving another blessed day in the Old World. Thrust into the new role, disdain fills his body each morning as he pins the golden star to his chest. Sheriff Getou, defender of fables. For the town council, however, it was just another name for a slave. A measly collar to keep him tethered to his Ancalagonian past, which he could never truly escape.

It didn't help that others didn't trust him enough to help and protect them when they needed him the most. For three weeks, fables vanished every three days, only to reappear days later along the lake's rocky shoreline, mutilated. It conveyed a message. It was as obvious as day, but Getou couldn't figure out why.  Why someone went out their way to make sure he picked up on their scent, and he would be damned if another person went missing in his town.

His onyx orbs scan the evidence board for missing fables furiously. Something didn't add up; the disappearances were clearly random, with no ties to anyone. Steam rises from his body as his index finger, which taps on his folded arm, morphs into a talon. The secretary's typewriter comes to a halt for a brief moment as she clears her throat of the noticeable change. It was a sign that he needed to take a break.

Getou would throw on the corduroy jacket and slink down to the Trip Trap to question people—and to chug a couple of beers. Two birds, one stone.

That's when he realized she was there. A stunning woman appeared from across the bar, accompanied by two other women who glared at anyone who breathed in their direction. The overhead light seemed a little too bright, and the lilies in the window's corner leant in the direction of the woman. As she twirled her fingers, the flowers twirled as well. "Who's she?" Getou nodded in the woman's direction. Toji drapes the rag he used to wipe down the counter over his shoulder, his gaze following Getou's from across the bar. "She's a newcomer. Runs the flower shop across the street.” Arms spread wide, the lycan leans his weight onto the counter.

“Figured you would’ve heard about it since those fae bastards  in town hall didn’t mention a newcomer."  

Toji was right, there hasn’t been a new arrival since his banishment, over a millennium ago. Whatever the woman did, must’ve been overlooked from the council, for they have reigned over the portals, mainly Yaga. Or possibly she was a runaway, for he would have no choice but to take her back.  Before rising from his bar stool and reaching into his back pocket for his wallet, tossing a crisp twenty onto the counter to make way across the bar. 

Oh god, here comes dragon breath.

Just ignore him, maybe he’s not coming over here.

But he doesn't, and instead makes his way to the exit, catching her gaze in passing. As his brow furrows, she lowers her head onto her upturned palm, a smug tug on the corner of her lips. His heart fluttered in his chest for no apparent reason as the audio appeared to be sucked from the pub. The strange desire to know her gnawed at the back of his mind. He was obviously insane because this was the first time he saw her. Right?

The storm outside was camouflaging his scent. He found himself standing in the middle of the flower shop, admiring the sprites and mythical woodland creatures scurrying around. That is, until the woman, startled, whirls her wrist, and the creatures vanish.

“As a newcomer, I’ll ignore your actions this time, but don’t let the mortals catch them. I suggest you get comfortable with the rules.”

“What are you gonna do to send me back to Homeland.” She walked towards him, her hip swaying as she did so.

“I should lock you up instead.” He takes a step forward, hands behind his back, to close the gap between the two.

Indie, the woman he'd grown to know, outstretched her wrists.

“Arrest me then.” Instead of wringing his hands through her hair, he yanked it back, his lips slamming into hers. His sagging height collapses as he rests his forehead onto hers, eyes shut.

 “Anything for you, your highness.”

#˗ˋˏ 𝕲𝖊𝖙𝖔 + 𝕴𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖊ˎˊ˗💕 #geto suguru #geto x reader #getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk #Getou x black reader

[cephalonram]

Ludicrous Space Odyssey-Chapter I: Unusual routine

As the energy rushed through the machine, its parts would slowly start working at the regular paste, starting to heat the area slowly up. Soon, moment by moment, a little area within the machine would heat to the extreme degree as the rock inside, a piece of seemingly shiny ore would start to crumble. Soon, it would be nothing more but a liquid, dripping along a mechanism into a little waiting area where it would soon be ready for shaping and any sort of manipulation.

"Okay, this one is almost done!" A loud voice rushed through the working area of the local blacksmith station that was nicely resting near Empire's most important building, the Royal Square where all the important government individuals rested. Said voice was low yet not without a feminine touch to it, definitely having an elegance of sort to it even. Not a regular elegance though but more of a...Rough one. Like a mountain, it clearly rang with dominance and strength and just like a finest of swords it pierced through the area with ease; if one would listen for long enough, they even could be lucky enough to spot pattern of arrogance in it as well. "It will be ready tomorrow, you punk." She called to the two young soldiers standing at the counter from the back of the working area, sparkling a fair bit of black dust over the molten ore. A light steam would come off from it before the dust would spread through it as the whole thing then would be quickly placed into another machine. That one was more round and smaller, as well as quieter and cooler. A synthesizer, obviously, which was turned on by the blacksmith.

She would proceed to pull off her apron, which was loosely tied anyways, before turning off the lights and allowing the machine to work over the night. Sighing, she walked out from the back door, locking the shop with her eye scan before looking at the synthetic sky. "Well, it's just getting dark so might as well allow myself something to drink." A young Oni mumbled to herself, pulling out a pair of round, black glasses before quickly snapping them on as she started walking off. She smiled, enjoying the feeling of how air rushed through her messy hair, giving them some volume as she walked while her boots lightly hit against the floor. So what if she was looking out of place with her shirt whose sleeves were cut off in pretty messy manner or with her tight jeans that were made of elastic, synthetic material instead of real, expensive and organic materials? First, Ryu thought that her black shirt with its white-grey design looked pretty minimalistic; and who cared that it was an anime girl in the embrace of tentacles? And second, people should try to be Oni and wear organic tight jeans and then talk to her. Hell yeah, she was presentable as hell!

But her thoughts were soon caught off by another voice calling out to her and, judging by the fact that it was loud as all hell in such fancy area, it could've been only one person; "Ryu-sama~! Finally, I found you!" Ryu sighed, turning her head to greet a source of that light voice which clearly didn't match the person's look. It was none other but her, well, friend, Matsukura Ume. Come to think about it, it was probably her only real-life friend, which was weird since the guy was a fancy sheriff while she was a blacksmith. True, she was a very high ranked blacksmith, but blacksmith none the less; she always thought that he simply loved the way she forged his guns so much that he simply made it his mission to make her his friend. "Finished earlier today, eh?" He asked, finally stopping near Ryu with his dreads being done in their regular high ponytail with his furred coat resting on top of his baggy shirt. Even though he was quite annoying, sometimes, with him around Ryu felt a little less...Out of place? He was dressed casually in his same pop style and those jeans and boots. Hell, he didn't even have one of those fancy vests that they assign to any high-ranked individuals of the police force; well, he did have augmentations that would turn on his hard light armour when he was in real danger but beyond that? He looked more like sheriff wannabe if you would ask Ryu.

"No, I ended my shift at the regular time."

"Oh...! Well, um." Ume stumbled on his own words, simply looking at Ryu as leaned back and forth on heels of his feet. "Um...Wanna go grab a dri-"

"Yes." Ryu finally replied back, dropping the serious face that she was putting on before flashing a grin that showed off a row of her sharp teeth. Turning around, she gave Ume a pat on the back that nearly knocked all wind out of him before starting to walk once again while realizing that she should go a bit easier on the guy as he still seemed to get pretty nervous pretty fast in social situations. Then again, it was fun.

A peaceful silence of the park was broken by a sudden pop rushing through the air as soon the place was filled with a fresh and cool smell of sweet melon soda...Accompanied by a muttered curse told in obviously Oni dialect. "Love the drink but those bottles obviously hate me." She mumbled, shaking her hand to shake any soda that got onto her hand from the newly bought ramune bottle.

"The trick is to not do it stupidly, you know?"

"Oh really? And how do you do it smartly? Share your wisdom with me, please~" Ryu said with an over the top sassy tone, turning to Ume as she stared him down a bit while he took his sip of green soda. Smiling softly, he simply stared off into the sky before receiving a light poke to the side of his head. "Exactly, can't bullshit your way with me." She said before the two would break into a soft laugh.

"You know, it is always nice to relax like this."

"Yeah...Still coming over tonight? They just released a new episode. It is said that the two will finally kiss."

"I wish I could but...There is an issue." He would say as his tone shifted to a bit more serious one while Ryu could notice a skin around his eyes tensing up as his stare got bit heavier. Sitting up a bit, the gunslinger would take another sip before sighing deeply as he looked at his fellow Oni. "This is something I actually wanted to talk to you about."

"Hey now, you know me, I won't get involved in your shit. You are the cops so you take care of your psychos and thieves." Ryu quickly declined, chuckling to herself as she leaned back against a tree a little. "Plus you know me, the galactic game is just two years away and tournaments are about to start in just five months. I want to be sure that I won't get kicked out for some stupid reason like last time." She said, remembering how she was literally bumped out of it for simply failing to fill the damn paper up properly.

"Ryu, it is serious. We are talking matter of Empress life and death." Ume suddenly spoke in pretty calm and straightforward tone, earning a raised eyebrow from Ryu. Even though two were friends, sharing such information with someone who wasn't from the force and was a lot ranks lower than he was, well, unheard of. Yet he did it with such an ease and Ryu felt that he at least deserved a little less disregarding answering. "Plus, if you will help me with this, you will definitely get into the games. Hell, maybe you will manage to jump straight to Empire Forces."

In the very next moment, Ryu would practically pounce at her poor friend, wrapping her arm around his neck as she pulled him closer with a wide grin on her face that made her look like a shark that just found its prey. "Why haven't you said so earlier~?!" She said in almost menacing manner, a fire burning in her eyes as Ume coughed on air once he felt her cutting off any possible way for him to breath.

"I-I am really glad that you care about Empress' safety so...M-uch...!" He said back with a forced grin before being finally released from such a grip. Coughing up, he rubbed the back of his neck with a light groan while checking his ear plugs to make sure that they were still there. "Woof...Well, that wasn't hard." He joked lightly before standing up.

"So, like, is it an open case? Have you warned Empress and all that?"

Ume sighed and looked around before lightly leaning down closer to Ryu while allowing his pants to hug his hips and show off his bottom to the whole world. "Well, we are afraid that if word gets around that we know the terrorists might start moving faster. So this far, no, information is very unofficial."

"But you said we. Who else knows?"

"Well, Sir Qimaer does. He is the one who told me about information he found."

"Qimaer...Q-I-M-A-E-R...Oh!" Ryu exclaimed, slapping her hands together in a loud clap that could probably crash a rock. "Ojiisan Toji! Yeah, I remember him. He is pretty cool."

Ume sighed, running a hand through his thick beard while shooting Ryu quite tired look. "Yeah, though I did ask you not to call him that."

"Why? He is old enough to be a grandfather, he has grandchildren and he has damn huge ears even for an Elf. Plus, I am not part of your Police Force, so I don't really need to be all fancy and respecting."

Ume blinked few times before finally standing up, ending show that was his butt for a few onlookers before giving Ryu an approving nod. "Got it...I will be the one speaking."

It finally started getting late once the two finally made their way to the Colone Qimaer's station. Being, mostly, in depart of protection the ground instead of space, he was residing not too far from where Ryu worked, therefore allowing the two to get there quite fast. After signing few official papers to confirm who they were, Ume and Ryu would finally enter his office. The moment they walked in and could barely close the door, an unusual looking Elf quickly burst into a loud and hefty laugh, spreading his arms around before practically pouncing at Ume, giving him quite a hug. Elves weren't usually beardy and big therefore a lot of people would often mistake Colonel for some sort of Viking looking Human with his wide shoulders, strictly blue uniform and thick, white beard that matched his shortly cut white hair which nicely exposed his pointy ears, the only thing that showed an Elf in him. "Oh boy, am I glad to see you~! I hope the trip here was good!"

Ume, barely being able to take a breath in to stay conscious, only could smile back out of politeness while Ryu stood in the corner, watching the scene in front of her while barely keeping down the laugh. "I-I am glad to see you too, Sir Qimaer."

"Sir? Nonsense!" He said, quickly placing poor sheriff down before pointing at the closed door. "We are practically alone here, no need for formalities son!"

"See? I did tell him that he could relax but you know him, Ojiisan Toji~" Ume could swear that he saw Ryu shoot him one of those asshole-sassy looks when she addressed the Colonel in a way that he asked her not to. Yet he couldn't really respond due to fact that Colonel himself was quick to engage in conversation and also due to loss of oxygen in his lungs.

"Ah! Lady Fujima! I am really glad that you decided to come here as well!" He said, offering her his giant bear hand. It was greeted by her hand before the sound of hands slapping rushed through the office as the two shook their hands while exchanging quite the eye contact.

"Well, you can say that our breathless friend here knows how to convince a women."

"Ah, of course! Let us get to business then!" Eriladar said, walking over to his table and taking a seat in his large seat while looking over at both Ryu and Ume, who took their seat on the opposite side of the table. "I believe that he already informed you of the situation?" Receiving a waving hand as an answer, he nodded before looking around, making sure that there truly was no one before his warm smile dropped and his face took a more serious look in an instance, showing off all the wrinkles that appeared on his face with age. "While information has no official data to back itself up, I assume that there is a terrorist group that wishes to attack our dear Empress Dratha."

"She has, like, whole Empire to protect herself. How can they actually do it?" Ryu said back with a chuckle while crossing her legs, causing her muscles to huge her shirt tighter. "Better question should be, how can they be preparing for such huge attack without being noticed?"

This earned a heavy sigh from Eriladar as he looked off into the window, looking at the layout of the city before speaking quietly. "Leech Gambit Canon." The words rushed through the room as Ume's eyebrows narrowed, already knowing the information, while Ryu simply groaned while dropping the smug smile on her face. "I and Ume believe that they plan to make a quick attack on innocent village somewhere off from the main area, gathering all of their energy before using it for the massive blast shot."

"And the worst thing is that we don't know who is behind the group this time nor where they might attack or resign. Therefore, we can't go public about it." Ume quickly backed Eriladar up, looking over at Ryu. "Colonel can't investigate, he is too big to be unnoticed...In terms of his rank." Hearing a soft chuckle from the Elf, Matsukura decided to continue; "This is why you and I go there. We won't cause suspicion."

Ryu took a deep breath in, looking down at the table as she remained quiet for some long, irritating moments before casually shrugging her shoulders. "Sure, I am in."

There was a moment of quietness before Colonel would smash his hands against the table, causing practically all things to jump up a tiny bit before breaking into another laughter. "That's right! That's the spirit! Then I believe that you two already know where you are heading?"

Before Ryu could say anything, Ume nodded and got up, adjusting his coat. "We do, Sir. Now let's go, I will explain the details on the way there."

"Perfect. Then feel free to use a special craft. I can't grand you anything too fancy but you can use sheriff's craft for it...And oh! Before I forgot!" The Elf would quickly get up, walking over to a massive chest-like box that was standing in his office before opening it with some digital password in some Elf dialect. Reaching inside, he would speak to Ryu with his back to her, having quite excited tone. "Ryu, dear, do you remember the katana you crafted for previous Galactic Games?"

"Ye. I also remember how I wasn't allowed to keep it since I am not part of 'trained forces'." She said, applying quite a ridiculous tone to two last words to emphasize on how displeased she was with the fact that she wasn't allowed to keep a sword that she crafted for herself. She even got that fancy ore that only could be found on her home planet, which made things that much worse. "Why though?"

"Well, things might get...Heated in there. And Ume already has his assigned weapon to deal with it. So I felt like it was natural that you should be granted a...Means of defence as well." He would pull away from the box before turning around, holding quite hefty looking katan in his arms that was currently resting in its dark crimson scabbard; or, to be more precise, its saya. "I pulled on few strings, saying that you were interested in training to be part of army forces and therefore wished for your katana. So-"

He wasn't able to finish his sentence though as Ryu would quickly pounce forward, grabbing her sword from his hands before giving him a quick and strong handshake. "My gods, you are one of the good ones, aren't you?!" Receiving a soft blush and another loud laugh as the reply, Ryu would grin like a bloodthirsty {blood zombie}, staring down at her katana before lightly pulling it a little bit out of its saya with a satisfying click. She would stare at the dark surface of the metal as Ume sighed softly, imagining that things probably will get violent more than once. "Now this is good~."

#scifi #sci-fi #story #LSO #LSO:AC #Fantasy #Adventure #Action #sci fi & fantasy

[alphabetatoes]

wild west!jjk au masterlist

cowboy!nanami

deputy sheriff!higuruma

pt. 2

barkeep!toji

stable hand!choso

outlaw!sukuna

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #higuruma hiromi #toji fushigro x reader #toji fushiguro #higuruma hiromi x reader

[missingn000]

oh WOW where do i even begin with this chapter. okay maybe higuruma and nobara because you've gotten me all invested (again) in a pair that's never actually met in canon. pfpk will get their turn later in this ask lol so dw!

so higuruma and nanami finally meet again!! fuck yeah!! the "you talk all high and mighty" was a nice throwback, but that domain expansion joke was AWFUL. like... "lighten up" ?? um?? higuruma ?? all that aside, i found his description as a "dark figure" that "eclipses Nanami like a silhouette" really neat - it goes really well with their roles as each other's foils! no better way to hammer it in than with a symbolic image from another person's perspective :D

Nanami is the type of dad she’s always wanted, but Higuruma is the one she has. 

i hope u know i reread their fight in ch34 as a refresher and wow i need to write a separate analysis for that one sometime... anyway, it's just really interesting to me how nanami, higuruma's character foil, is the one who manages to earn nobara's respect! both of them have seen the worst of what humanity has to offer, but where higuruma came out of it disillusioned and despairing, nanami was lucky enough to have encountered yuuji & toge before the bleakness of it all could truly set in. the same can be said of the reverse! on the other hand, nobara and higuruma found each other at what was quite possibly the lowest point in their lives; higuruma was grappling with the crippling emotional aftermath of his and nanami's ideological clash, and nobara's grandmother literally just died. they may not realise it yet, but they're reliant on each other to make it through

also the parallel you drew between nanami holding back from killing nara & higuruma murdering the village sheriff Hit me like a fuckin truck. one of nobara's main arguments against higuruma is that he's a literal murderer, which is a very valid and fair thing to be upset over, BUT, and this is an important distinction, while nanami may come off as the ideal parent (in nobara's eyes), higuruma is the one she does have - and needs. and vice versa. also:

Toge expects her to ruminate, but almost immediately: “Thanks, but no thanks,” Nobara declares. “He said to come home whenever, right? That guy can’t cook for his life. I gotta make fun of his shitty dinner.”

he gave her a home!! got it in (...verbal?) writing and all!! the fact she's willing to acknowledge this in front of the ff is so significant too. higuruma says that "she'd be the first to tell you she's not my daughter," but her actions say otherwise! even if unconventional, lol. higuruma wasn't allowed past the threshold this time, but it's obviously just a matter of time and i can't wait. wonder what she has against toji but i'm not gonna dive into that rn. speaking of which - nobara's main issue (with regard to her fighting style) is that she tries too hard, which holds her back, right? i feel like that's also applicable to other parts of her life as well, so of course it'd seep into the way she approaches combat. clever, i like that!

megumi saying to gojo that "sometimes I wish I’d told you sooner that I love you too" absolutely ruined me, esp considering his silence in ch13. which i just read yesterday. don't do this to me. anyway, it's such a small thing, but it really shows how far they've come and it means the world to me! i would elaborate but this """ask""" is getting long enough as is </3

AND NOW

PFPK TIME

alternative title: reincarnated sorcerer tries to navigate the 21st century with a whimsical curse as their sole guide, it goes about as well as you'd expect

really fascinated by the descriptions of mahito's exaggerated imitations of human behaviour, btw. these are my favourites:

Mahito bursts into a jarring cackle.

He folds his arms with a vacant grin.

They wish he wouldn’t laugh like that. It sounds so real. 

all of it feels so staged. artificial. because it is - he copies what he sees humans do, to varying degrees of success. sometimes his attempts are hollow. sometimes they're startlingly... accurate, and blur the lines:

Mahito says, wiping a tear duct, and that’s just wrong. Only people should be able to laugh so hard they cry.

even though mahito actively messes with humans, he's... simultaneously deeply fascinated by them, going so far as to observe and copy their mannerisms AND retain a humanoid form. considering he's able to modify his body, it's not a stretch to assume he quite literally has to maintain his appearance-- but why bother putting in that much effort? if everything he does is a mimicry of the original, why does he bleed red? why does his name mean true person? the parts of himself that he has no control over are unsettlingly, undeniably human. really, he's doomed from the beginning, even though he tries to use his 'curse instincts' to distinguish himself from them.

AND - WAIT FOR IT - that's exactly he's so afraid of making a digestive system!! if he succeeds, he'll be crossing that invisible (and self-made, imo) line that differentiates curse from human. imitate the latter as he might, he still holds himself as separate from them, and he's not going to do anything that threatens that belief. on a subconscious level, he probably knows the truth, which is why he doesn't even try to prove kashimo wrong.

“Then I’ll fight you,” they murmur, beneath the booming crackle of pyrotechnics going out in a final blaze of glory, sacrificing themselves in the victoryless war raging in the heavens above.  “So look forward to it.”

wow. y'know, fireworks in chinese & japanese culture are apparently symbolic of warding off evil. fitting kashimo would talk about trying to kill mahito then, huh? :)

you already know what i think about the gojo-kashimo character foil but i'm putting it here again for easier reference in the future:

something gojo and kashimo share in common is strength (supposedly) being their defining trait, but there're some subtle differences here, namely in how they use it: in gojo's opinion, there's no point in being strong if you can't protect the people who matter most to you. in kashimo's eyes, though, it’s completely reversed. having an emotional crutch is "embarrassing," a hindrance more than anything else, the complete opposite of gojo's mentality. to them, you discard human bonds to become strong. to gojo, you become strong to preserve the people you've formed those bonds with.

the third time gojo and toji tried to kill each other, it was for highly personal reasons. but in kashimo’s and mahito’s hopefully hypothetical future fight ("Then I'll fight you"), it seems to be less about a personal vendetta than being the one to decide how their dearest person’s story will end.

There’s so little you can hold onto, in this world. If you can’t cherish something, maybe it’s enough to decide how you have to let it go.

KAY OH MY GOD. HI

ive already said this to you BUT this comment is everything to me. your analyses are always so insightful and on point dude, it's SO flattering that you put this much time, effort, and consideration into the themes & symbols in this monstrosity 😭❤️️ warm and fuzzies. like my heart is next to a fireplace

OKAY NOW FOR THE COMMENT ITSELF. more below cut!

nanami & higuruma meet again!! yes!! i just had to give higuruma a weird, off-putting joke, considering that "i'm a lawyer, so talking to me costs ¥5,000 every half hour" quip he gave yuuji during his introduction. his dynamic with nanami is so interesting to me, because out of all character foil duos they're definitely the most alike. which is why it's so interesting that you pointed out how nanami is the one who managed to earn nobara's respect; that "Nanami is the type of dad she’s always wanted, but Higuruma is the one she has" line physically hurt me to type. OW. the angst. they totally met at rock bottom, and i don't think they can climb back up without each other, either: you got it totally right that higuruma is the dad she needs!!

they're both already growing. higuruma now realizes nanami was actually lucky to not have to kill toge's aunt, because he saw firsthand the damage murdering the sheriff caused to his relationship with nobara. and nobara realizes she has a home!!! she's wanted!! even though she thinks he "probably didn't mean it like that," the fact that she's willing to hope already speaks volumes to how much she's grown in her short time with him.

dfghjk that megumi line...ive also mentioned this to you but gojo & megumi have one of my favorite canon found family relationships of all time. they're everything to me. i will put gojo & megumi fluff and angst wherever possible. this is a threat

ANYWAY.

PFPK.

i feel like im just gonna repeat what weve talked about in messages but YEAH, that constant sense of "off"-ness about mahito where he's just close enough to seeming human to give someone pause, but inhuman enough to show that he's dangerous. how much of it is an act and how much of it is real? it's a line unclear to even mahito sometimes. you can only pretend for so long before you either get too tired to continue or it genuinely becomes a part of you -- if it wasn't a part of you all along, and you just didn't know how to express it. mahito's "human" act is never one he's continually had to play, because he had some semblance of alone time to go off and commit atrocities.

but he's around a human 24/7 now. he constantly has to figure out how to react to external stimuli in the most human way possible, and i don't think he wants to admit how naturally it comes to him. mahito is born from human hatred: but the thing is, hatred goes so much deeper than just animosity towards others. it's self-hate, it's hate towards your own weaknesses, hating feeling a certain way and not being able to do anything to fix it. i think this is why mahito has such a wide emotional range in canon: hate is a multi-dimensional emotion. hate is fear, grief, anger. i always joke that being a hater fuels me, but to an extent it's actually true -- it's cathartic, y'know? it's fun to hate. you can love to hate. and you can hate to love.

GOJO AND KASHIMO...i was looking in our chat at for my response to this analysis and it was something along the lines of "RATTLING THE BARS OF MY CAGE" which is really in character for me but not great for, uh, actual analytical responses. of all the character foils, i think kashimo and gojo are the most different -- polar opposites, but with that one disturbing, awful similarity about dooming their own partners. it fucking sucks to care about who they each respectively care about, and kashimo won't even admit it, so gojo's really got his work cut out for him. poor guy, dude's dealing with enough already without having to instigate inconvenient realizations in some guy over 20 times older than him

GOD. of course you'd call attention to that last line. i won't lie, "There’s so little you can hold onto, in this world. If you can’t cherish something, maybe it’s enough to decide how you have to let it go" is definitely one of my favorite things i've ever written. it fucking HURTS and represents so much about this story. i need to lie down

THANK YOU FOR THIS MESSAGE!! i seriously have parts of it memorized. i'm sure we'll continue to discuss/screech over all these things and i greatly look forward to it

#whoops this got long #cant say im surprised #kay tag #tpg