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good morning my friends the people in my phone. things were crazy for a while but theyre no longer crazy yayyyyyy we are so back
me waking up bright and early at 11:30am
#its storming outside today... zzzzzz.... i hope that means me and bf dont have to go grocery shopping yayyyyyy#tw im about to get personal dont read this if u dont wanna know a lot about meeeeeee but anyways#family was in the hospital and it looked very grim for a while#but luckily he's pulled thru and doing better now. that's why me and bf were gone all weekend#life has been so stressful everyone i love is dying or getting old it's making me existential!!#death is around the corner for us all. that's why i must play on my computer for 16 hours a day#anywayssssssss bye i gotta retake one screenshot ily mwah â€
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@ascendedpath asked; âYour scars are a reminder of who you were. So never forget who bled for this city. Who it was that saved the damned and the good. Who it was that almost died for them. Who it was that became a legend in their eyes. A legend to be remembered a thousand years from now.â
villain or hero edition prompts
Points of merit were rattled off with precision, pressing him to pay heed. To take stock of what influence he had managed to assert upon Nueva York, over the span of a few months. Already, he was setting an example for others to follow, been trialled, been tested, worked to the bone as civilian and costumed identities were juggled. Each success had been followed by a stinging defeat, or painful loss. Lessons were learnt, however harshly as was experience gained-- without once becoming discouraged.
"I'd consider myself lucky if they still bothered to remember me by the end of next week." It sounded like a drastic exaggeration, but it spoke to the rapidly cycling of topics in this loathed place. Today's news was tomorrow's history; woefully relevant, no matter how much blood he shed to prevent the other monsters from turning this place into a hellish nightmare. Not for the first time did he harbour doubts in regards to the existence of a single person that looked to him in hope.
Not adverse to undercutting the significance of his words, he busied himself by wrapping a length of tape around his bare right arm, using the time to think. With arm secured, he moved next to encompassing his hand as strips were carefully passed through fingers, the effort intended to aid in improving his rate of recovery, but he remained doubtful. He wasn't going anywhere quickly, for the time being.
"Are you suggesting that I should keep going?" Seek justice for the unheard and forgotten, racking up more injuries in the process. The mention of scars worsens a frown that had seen his mouth form a straight line, poking distinctly through the suit's UMF as he slowly came to terms with that possibility.
"Maybe they can find a use for my remains that way, when I eventually end up as a red blotch, smeared all over the pavement."
#ascendedpath#verse; comhrĂĄ an bhaile mhĂłir seo#i'm so here for the aggressively supportive friendo moments đ„č#answered prompt#i put the last bit under a read more#cos his grim sense of humour decided to put in a rare appearance đ„Ž#tw gore
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Still reading Vampire Lestat at a glacial pace and i had forgotten that Lestat straight up hits Nicki, twice. Yeah, Nicki isn't Louis but the basis for how Lestat acts in the show is right there in the books despite what some Lestat apologists say
#and like how early in the book it's implied servants are afraid of lestat and he talks about grim satisfaction he gets#knowing he alone is providing for his family and putting food on the table#like that's pure show!lestat#even in his own biased narrative#keanu.txt#abuse tw#mal reads tvc
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I think we all knew that Vince McMahon was a terrible person and were waiting for more allegations to come out but the contents of the most recent lawsuit are upsetting in a way I wasn't prepared for
#wrestling#tw for literal sex trafficking if you want to read the original court documents or wall street journal article#it's super grim and implicates a bunch of as yet unnamed wwe execs and stars#vince mcmahon
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; maybe gri is js asexual but adverts like these confuse xim
; is this supposed to make xim want to buy your product ?? why is your model looking at grim like gri js tried to explain the lore of gacha to them. Why is their nipple showing && why're they lying on the floor like that. WHAT EVEN IS THE PRODUCT ?? IS IT THE PERSON ?? THE JACKET ?? THE FLOOR ??? [ pt: the floor :end pt ] LIKE !! WHAT IS GRI LOOKING AT RN AND WHY IS IT LOOKING BACK AT XIM !!
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#lgbtqia+#queer#asexual#ace#funny#adverts#advertising#gri saw this on#pinterest#what a site and what an advert#xe didn't click it so grim literally doesn't know what it's for ??#random#described#id in alt text#random post#ace memes#acespec#humour#honestly what even is myles tagging anymore#cw caps#tw caps#xe / grim in place of I / me#maybe also#autism#neurodivergent#literally gri doesn't even know anymore#uhhhhh#how y'all doing ? reading silly tags rn so yk#that's something#uh .. gri loves you ?? hopes you're doing alr ?? <3
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tw suicide
not me, just rambling about my recent fic about that under here.
you wanna know what's messed up?
the fact that I didn't register that in my suicide fic 'Lost in Loving Memory', Ford's decision to kill himself on Dipper and Mabel's birthday while they were leaving on the bus probably ruined their birthday for life even with therapy.
like, I'm imagining them never being able to celebrate their birthday properly for years and years afterwards because they can't stop associating it with their great uncle's suicide. Their rationalization for not really celebrating anymore outside of maybe a halfhearted 'happy birthday' was that the last time they celebrated and were genuinely happy, an important member of their family died to suicide. Parts of them blame themselves for daring to be happy while Ford was suffering his guilt under the radar, as if forever moping about Stan's memory loss with him would have stopped Ford from doing it (spoiler alert, it wouldn't have).
ugh, and Ford's decision to kill himself that day being framed in his mind as his birthday gift to them just makes everything worse. even if the practical side of waiting for nobody to be in the house before doing it was ignored, he still rationalizes it as something he felt the twins would want to happen on their birthday without considering the long term effects it would have on them. it was a horrible decision that was brought on by mental health issues, yes, but a horrible decision nonetheless. he hurt his family trying to keep himself from hurting them.
Though I do think Dipper and Mabel would eventually find the strength to actually try celebrating their birthday again after years of therapy and time from the traumatizing event, it would never be the same as any of their other birthdays before Ford killed himself. I think they would mostly just mentally dedicate the day to Ford over their birthday either way, spending time just holding their pendants with his ashes and crying their little hearts out. It would take some time before a more traditional birthday would ever happen, probably by the time they are adults. Though it would never erase what Ford did that fateful day.
anyway, couldn't stop dwelling on this without saying it somewhere, so here you are. if it hurts, I'm sorry, that was the point.
#suicide tw#I don't think im gonna fandom tag this#it's just my thoughts#also spoilers for those who haven't read this grim fic#if you even care
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Anyway I know in my bones why my friends have their favorite Animorphs characters but what does that say about me and Rachel tho. here is my manifesto.
Rachel Animorphs was my blorbo primarily because we share a name (doxxin myself whoops), and secondarily because she fought good and Tobias was her tragic bird boyfriend (and this was true love and tragic romance and Tobias was. THE cutest and most complex sadboy animal and therefore it was physically impossible for me to not crush on him.), and thirdly because I admired her ruthlessness, and it wasn't until I was a grown adult that I realized that's because the morality of fiction warcrimes is super interesting, and Rachel sits in this very interesting space as a character that is, fundamentally, becoming less of a person through violence. She's tragic because she's in this position where her call to violence is a perceived benefit, she is in a war, and someone who can literally do a cold blooded, actually genuinely immoral war crime is "needed" during those times to be the one to pull the trigger in situations where other people can't (just like Cassie is needed to be the voice of reason, the voice of "oh god you guys we can't do that, we can't be doing this.) but in doing so she dooms herself because everyone starts to distance themselves from her, like you can't really trust her to act rationally, she has that drive to violence, you still see her on the outside as this pretty teenage girl but inside you start seeing her less as a warrior and more as a soldier as a weapon, a device that you point at people to remove them from the playing field by any means possible, that something underneath her was monstrous and this speaks to me.
It still does like people try and do the girlboss fight thing but no one wants to go into how being a girlboss murderer would psychologically damage you. At least in like a realistic way and not a romanticized way.
#I suppose as a teenage girl child seeing teenage girl character be HORRIBLE AND VIOLENT in a grim gray morality was was enriching#also I grew up to like specific flavors of ultraviolence so maybe that was an aspect as well IDK#the dragoon diaries#violence#tw fictional war crimes#I had normal child woes and reading about fictional death was Catharsis
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âAnakin,â she said quietly. âAnakin did this.â
Obi-Wan looked at Grim in shock, âAnakin?â he echoed. âNo he- Anakin wouldnât-â
Grim stood up and glared daggers at her master through tear filled eyes. âOh he wouldnât would he? How about you go see the recordings yourself?! Go see what your brother did! What the ghost of anything good is willing to do! If you do not want to take my word for it then go watch him kill our family yourself!â
Her grief had been replaced with a burning anger. It hurt, everything hurt.
- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 38: The Ashes Of Our Home
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TW: nsfw, yandere, toxic relationship, friends with benefits, guns, threats of harm and death, name-calling
gn reader
When you open your heart to your fuck-friend, he sighs with rust.
You still have his cum inside your hole as he tears you a new oneâtelling you he doesnât have the fucking time or the fucking energy to deal with lovey-dovey confessions right nowâhe has enough bullshit on his goddamn plate already without having to consider you and your fucking feelings as well.
If youâre not going to shut up and fuck him, you might as well shut up and fuck off.
So you do. The latter, that is.
Part of you knew it was going to end up this way. You with your heart broken and him with the blood on his hands. But part of you had hoped as wellâhoped he felt the same wayâhoped your words would soften his edges and wash away all the muck in his head enough to let you in.
Youâd read a little too much into those gentle touches he sometimes bestowed upon you in his weaker momentsâthat soft way he cried when holding onto you during the night, wordless and clingy and begging you not to go.
But the more you think about it, the less you understand why your heart aches. It doesnât really make much sense after allâŠ
In truth, heâs an asshole. Always been. And you deserve better.
Heâs always so angry. Always on something mudding up his blood. Never with anything nice to say. It doesnât really matter how youâd held him in his nightmares or patched him up when heâd stumbled through your door drunk and bloody.Â
Scarred boys in need of fixing arenât good for your healthâespecially when all they have to offer you in return are callous words of rejection.
Heâd always been secretive. He wasnât a very good loverâbut you're not entirely sure if he was ever even a good man. The wounds heâd dreg to your apartment in the middle of the night always left blood on your sheets. He never agreed to go to the hospitalâalways insisted your first-aid kit was enough, even when he'd come to you with bullets youâd have to dig out with a pair of tweezers.
You realize heâd been using you. You were convenient and stopped being convenient the minute you wanted moreâand upon the realization, you move on.
And then he comes crawling backâŠ
Shivering in the rain like a beaten street muttâlooking starved and sick like one, too. Thereâs blood on his shirt and a grim darkness in his eyes. He tells you to let him in, and you only barely have the guts to tell him to go away.Â
He has this tortured look on his faceâas though somethingâs your fault, as though youâve wronged him in some way, as though youâre the reason heâs out in the cold with nowhere to go.
Barging in and slamming the door behind himâhe locks it and pockets the keyâignoring your questions as you ask him what the fuckâs gotten into him. He looks derangedâwater dripping from his matted bangs, eyes reddened, and cheeks streaked. You only now notice it isn't because of the rain.
âYou said you wanted me, didnât you?â he huffs. âHere I am.â
Youâre tense. You hadnât felt like that with him before, it takes you a minute to realize itâs because youâre scared. After all, youâd wanted him all those other timesârough or otherwise. And now you didnât want him at all.Â
âYou should leave. Youâve been drinking.â
âWhat? You changed your mind already?â he accused, then scoffed with a not-so-unamused laugh. âIâm not surprised. People like you, who like danger and bad men, are always so fickle-hearted.â He approaches you too fast for you to back away, his scarred hands curling into your sweaterâsplit skin from recent beatings bleed onto the fabric. âFlighty little slut, youâve probably already found the next guy who gives you a rush. Isnât that right?â Heâs seething as he pulls you forward, looking like a hostile hound.
You lay your hands on his chest to keep him at a distanceâfeeling his entire body shake like static beneath your touch. You wonder if heâs taken drugs tonight, but looking into his eyes, you donât think so. They arenât fidgety but deadset. Actually, upon closer look, you donât even think heâs drunk.
But anyway, it doesnât really matter. You still donât want him here. âIâm serious. Get out, or Iâm calling the police.â
âOh? Are we slinging threats now?â he jeers, showing no signs of letting go or leavingâhe only pulls you in closer, so close you could kiss. âWhat? Donât tell me youâre scared now.â He breathes out another short excuse for a laugh as you veer away, putting his lips to your ear instead. âYou should have been from the startâbut noâgrinding up on me at the club as though youâd die without my attention. Crying pretty tears when you saw me all beaten and bruisedâacting as though you want to save me. Tchââ
He throws you down on the carpeted floor. You wince from the impact, and when you look up again, you see he has a gun pointed at you.
You stop breathing. A dark sinkhole in your gut seems to want to swallow you from the inside, and you think you might just want it to if it means escaping the threat before you.
âI shouldn't have come hereâŠâ he muttersâfinger resting on the trigger all too calmy. âBut I just couldnât get your face out of my head. Looking up at me with those doe-eyes, wearing my shirt even though itâs got blood on it after I fuck you silly, saying such sweet little nothings as if Iâd paid you to.â
He sighsâheavilyâas though heâs expelling spirits. His hand remains holding the gun poised and pointed straight down at you even as the other drags down his face, pulling his maw before sliding through his wet locks, raking them away from his face.
âI gotta kill you, you know?â he says, shoulders slumping with the statement. He sniffsâit's almost soft enough to be a sniffle. âThatâs the only way to solve this. Thatâs the only way to get you out of my fucking head.â
He cocks the safety with a click that makes your life flash before your eyes. Faces of your family and friends, people you haven't seen in years, childhood pets long dead, a job interview, the holiday you felt true happiness, the night you went out dancing and met him.
The tears stream silently down your face, and you still donât breathe. Every part of you, every nerve and muscle, has gone completely still. Unmoving, unblinking as you stare up through the barrel of the gun and wait for the bullet to come through.
His finger curls tighter around the trigger, and you close your eyes with a furl between your brows. And thenâŠ
Nothing. Thereâs a large exhale.
âI canât do itâŠâÂ
You open your eyes to see the gun lowered. The sight brings a fresh rush of air back to your lungs, making you all but wheeze as it fills you, breathing in far too much and much too quickly. You regain some semblance worth of motoric, tooâable to scramble backward until thereâs no more room to be gained, sitting with your back against the wall. Eyes peeled at him where heâs taken to crouch, holding his head with his free hand and the one still with the gun in it.
He fists his hair and tugs on it frustratedly, muttering to himself. âDozens of lives on my hands, and I can't kill this one single-â he stopped short.
This time, when he looks at you, thereâs something else in his eyes. No malice or scorn, but something sadâpity almost.
âWell⊠seems like you got what you wanted...â
The pityâs for you.
âThis is what having my heart feels like.â
⥠BNHA â Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi ⥠JJK â Sukuna, Geto, Toji ⥠AOT â Eren ⥠DS â Akaza, Sanemi
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I legit don't think I can ever be a person. I can't remember the last time I've felt like a person. I spend every second of every day paralyzed with anxiety and numbness doing nothing and then getting sick over doing nothing. I can't love anyone because I'm just waiting for them to leave me. I don't know how I feel about my parents and yet I'm stuck with them. My state is rapidly on it way to becoming a do not enter here zone for queer people. I'm just sitting here waiting for my pets to die so I can leave without leaving these pieces of me behind. I have never and will never accomplish anything and I'll die alone the same unwanted, unlovable loser I was born as. Like what the fuck. I havenât felt normal since I was like 9 years old and I can't even be sure if I was ever normal because my memory is fucked. I can't be a person. I really just want to die it feels like all I've got.
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OMGG you wrote the first years finding out reader was a girl so well! i love it :D could i maybe request the same thing but for thirds years? thank you so much and have a good day :)
Third Years Find out Youâre a Girl?!?!? (NOT CLICKBAIT)Â
TW: Rook and Lilia are creepy
Info: Trey, Cater, Rook, Lilia x Reader (platonic)
Tags: @kierancaz @danchann33 @arashrita
đAhh, the third years⊠How I do love them. Please ignore my blatant favoritism in Rook⊠I just⊠I really <3 him. Truly, the third years are my absolute weakest character, but I hope I did them well. Remember, dorm leaders are on a separate post. Love you all, and enjoy <3
First Years
Ortho & Sebek
Second Years
Dorm Leaders
-Okay so, I know weâre all wondering, how the hell do you get away with hiding your gender for so damn long?
-Firstly, those ceremonial robes do great at hiding the figure. The only tell would maybe be your hair, but feminine men arenât unwelcome at Nightraven College, so you mostly get a few questioning stares and thatâs it.
-Secondly, Crowley wants to save his own fucking ass. He already has to hide from the press that he has a MAGICLESS student from ANOTHER DIMENSION here, he doesnât need the fact that you are a woman ALSO on his plate. So, obviously, he helps you hide your gender from others.
-Grim knows, of course, and he keeps his mouth shut for a few yummy cans of tuna (and threats of being expelled from Crowley <3)
-Even when you were just a janitor, he couldnât have the rumor that he put a âhelplessâ young woman to work. (Like it wouldnât be expected.)
-So how do you two do it?
-Baggy ass uniform. Crowley gave you at least three sizes too big.
-Your figure is completely hidden. Sure, you look completely homeless, but at least youâre hidden.
-For your voice, you simply deepen it. After some point, you blackmail Crowley into giving you a potion to help with it, since it's so taxing on your voice. (Or maybe your voice is naturally deep!)
-Sam provides you (for an unfairly pretty penny (not too different from your original worldâŠ)) any feminine hygiene products you might need.
-Honestly, youâre set for being cared for, but itâs the adjustment period thatâs the hardest part.Â
-Truly, itâs very jarring to suddenly be thrown into both a magical world and be isolated in a man's world with nowhere to hide.
-At least in your world you had other women who could understand your struggles. Here though? Youâre completely alone.
-You notice how⊠messy some of these guys could be. How some of them smell⊠really rancid. -How rough they were with you and each other.
-Honestly, itâs kinda eye-opening. The way men show affection to each other is oddly refreshing to watch and experience!
-Ace and Deuce specifically are a good⊠trial run.
-Thatâs not what weâre here to talk about thoughâŠ
-For the most part, it's incredibly easy to hide yourself for the first while on campus. Everyone on campus is so self-absorbed that they donât bother questioning you.
-Your only real risk factor is Savannaclaw, but it's easy to avoid those guys (minus Jack, of course).
-However, you can only hide your gender for so long⊠Itâs mentally draining to keep up this facade all the time around people you care about.
-So⊠how do they find out?
Trey
-Trey is a very good middle ground compared to everyone else in NRC.
-He doesnât find out immediately like some people, but he finds out pretty soon into knowing you.
-Trey has siblings. Specifically, he has younger sisters he helped raise alongside his mother and father.
-Heâs good at reading women thanks to his sisters. He knows many tells of discomfort, displeasure, dislike, etc..Â
-Itâs different from how his brothers would show it, how others at NRC show it.Â
-He canât even explain it, he just knows the differences and it makes sense to him.
-With you, he notices the tells. Notices that you deepen your voice and you shy away from the more⊠intimidating and touchy guys on campus.
-Heâs not one to assume, though!
-Heâs attended three years at NRC in the same class as Vil.
-He understands that gender expression presents itself in tons of different ways.Â
-You clearly prefer using he/him pronouns, Ace and Deuce use strictly male pronouns, so itâs not his place to say anything.
-Still⊠the way your eyes glitter when he praises you for doing well on your tarts reminds him a whole lot of his little sisters.
-Itâs not till a bit later, shortly before Riddle explodes when he asks Cater that his suspicions are concerned.
-âCater, donât you think the new guy in ramshackle is a littleâŠâ
âGirl? Yeah, itâs kinda obvs.â
âIs it nowâŠ?â
-Cater pretty much lays out everything he noticed about you, and it matches up pretty well with what Trey was thinking.
-Still! Trey doesnât want to force the idea that youâre a woman on you!Â
-What if you are trans, non-binary, or anything else? To assume something like that is completely awful, and heâs better than that.Â
-Heâs not a troublemaker after all.
-So, during one of Heartslabyulâs tea parties, (much like many others at NRC), he pulls you aside just to get confirmation.
-âSo, this might seem a little rude, but I want to make sure Iâm respecting you.â
ââŠkayâŠâ
âAre you a woman?â
âDidnât Cater tell you already?â
-Oh. Okay. Cater was right. He shouldnât have doubted him. Noted.
-You make him swear up and down that he wonât tell Ace or Deuce, and you move on from it like it's nothing. (Youâre not sure you can trust Ace and Deuce to keep their mouths shut at this point).
-And, really, it should be nothing. Trey should just be able to move on and relax⊠but his brotherly instincts sort of act up around you.
-Heâs not overbearing in any way, it isnât a creepy thing that suffocates you⊠itâs just a notable increase in intake of Trey in your life.
-He invites you over to âtry this new recipe he madeâ (an excuse to ensure youâre eating, because heâs confident Crowley isnât providing you nearly enough nourishment).
-Sometimes he shows up at Ramshackle to pick up Ace and Deuce and ends up staying and helping you clean up after the disaster freshmen.
-Most importantly, he checks in on you and your well-being considerably more than he does anyone else.
-He has, in fact, called you little sis before as well. He was incredibly embarrassed by it and refused to acknowledge it happened.
-Cater does not let him forget that it happens, calling you âTreyâs honorary sisterâ every chance he gets.
-Itâs not so bad though. Especially at the start, you really needed someone reliable like Trey to lean on when you needed help since Crowley would only do the bare minimum.
Cater
-Cater finds out pretty damn quick after meeting you.
-It's not the exact second he sees you, but very shortly after your first interactions⊠he gets it.
-As we know, Cater was sort of forced into being feminine and girly by his sisters â something he was completely uncomfortable with, but later forced himself to embrace.
-When he looks at you⊠how big your clothes are, how you artificially deepen your voice, how youâre clearly uncomfortable with both of those things⊠he sees a younger version of himself.
-Still⊠it's super not his place to bother you about something like that.Â
-He hardly knows you, and as your upperclassman, he should be a role model and not worry about superficial stuff.
-Mâkay! It is no big deal for Cay Cay, he can leave it all behind him with no issue! Totally doesnât bother him at all!
-âŠHeâs a big fat liar.
-Itâs not his fault okay! He just⊠canât get that look of discomfort out of his mind.Â
-You looked so miserable :( You looked like how he used to look :(
-So, Cater, far more impulsive and honest than good old Trey, straight up asks you. (Privately, of course, heâs not a monster.)
-âHeyyyy, so, weird question⊠are you a girl? Itâs totally cool if youâre not, Iâm just curious.â
ââŠHow did you knowâŠâ
-It kinda freaks you out a lot. You thought you were hiding it so well.
-Cater, sweetie that he is, assures you that heâs different from others.Â
-Heâs got special circumstances that allowed him to notice what was going on.
-Promises he wonât open his mouthâŠ
-He tells Trey less than a week later.
-Itâs not his fault! He was on your trail already, he was gonna figure out one way or another!
-Other than the Trey debacle, heâs really good at NOT gossiping about it, believe it or not.
-Heâs your reliable senpai after all :D
-He is your first official ally!
-Completely supportive of what youâre trying to do here, and is more than willing to be a safe space when you just need toâŠÂ be a woman sometimes.
-You spend a lot of time with him after he finds out.
-His dorm is always open for you, even if Riddle hates it, mâkay! You can always come to your old pal Cater for help.
-He really helps you on selling the whole âIâm a manâ act.Â
-He shows you easier ways to hide your chest so you donât always have to swim in your clothes and helps you keep your hair styled in a way that either hides it or makes you look more masculine.
-Heâs like the best big brother figure to have, honestly, and he remains one of your dearest friends through your whole stay at NRC.
-Heâs someone to vent to, someone who gets what youâre going through just a little, and someone whoâs really there for you all the time.
-Also very protective of your secret.Â
-The only reason Ace and Deuce donât know for so long is because Cater is working overtime to keep them off your trail.
-He tells you all about his escapades and keeping them in the dark too, heâs so proud of himself. (Please praise him, he needs it).
-Seriously though, heâs such a sweetheart and heâs always there for you if you need him.
Rook
-Ah beloved lover of beauty Rook!
-He is quite the oddball, isnât he? Always off in his own world spewing flowery nonsense all in âthe pursuit of beautyâ as he calls it.
-Most people on campus just call him a freak and move on from it.Â
-Youâve heard about him, of course. The stalker-hunter from Pomefiore makes the beastmen on campus tremble in fear (or annoyance, in Leona's case).
-You knew he existed, but seeing him was never really common. In fact⊠seeing anyone from Pomefiore was rare.
-You guessed such an elitist dorm probably wouldnât want to mingle with someone like you.
-In Rookâs case, however, you couldnât be more wrong.
-He was quite interested in you from the very second youâd interrupted the whole opening ceremony.
-You were⊠striking in his eyes. Not quite as beautiful as Vil, of course, but very eye-catching.
-While Vil insists you are a pest not worth Rookâs attention, he disagrees.
-Truly, heâs fascinated by you and your story.
-You from another world, who goes out of his way to hide such natural beauty with baggy clothes and messy hair⊠Ah! How his heart pounds in excitement, he must know more!
-So he does the only thing he knows how toâŠ
-He goes on the hunt. For what? Heâs not sure yet, but his hunches are rarely wrong.
-He follows you to classes, watches you get yourself into trouble and out of it, stalks you through the windows of ramshackle, and laments about his findings to (a very unimpressed) Vil.
-You can feel his piercing gaze on your back, but you never see him. Itâs chilling honestly.
-Itâs not until he decides to follow you to Samâs later at night that he figures it out.
-You had purchased a large box of feminine suppliesâŠ
-He had gotten you, little trickster :)
-Now, since he had gotten his solution, he laid back on the whole⊠creeping on you in your dorm thing.
-He is a hunter, not a pervert.
-Leading up to the VDC, when youâve decided to try out officially, you suddenly see a lot more of this mysteriously creepy Rook character.
-And, honestly, he was really nice!Â
-Sure he said a lot of needlessly long and poetic sentences, but at the end of the day, he would always wave at you in the hallways or offer to help you learn the dance for auditions.
-This was all a ruse to be able to get closer to you and uncover your inner beauty.
-HE convinced Vil it was a good idea for you to be manager, and HE was the one who offered to ensure you âdidnât cause any trouble.â
-And Rook, good as he is at hiding secrets, pretty much lets you know that he knows. Constantly you find him⊠flirting? Complementing? You⊠saying how badly he would like to see you cleaned up and in more fitting clothes.
-Nothing heâs doing is romantic⊠you think⊠heâs just very clearly interested in you.
-So, of course, you have to ask him.
âDid you⊠figure out Iâm a woman.â
âPerhapsâŠâ
âYouâre⊠not going to tell anyone, right?â
âLittle trickster, I am the master of secrets.â
-Honestly? Itâs not so bad having him and the others in Pomefiore know.Â
-You really get to be yourself with Vil and Rook, so it's nice! Besides, you havenât been prettied up in a really long time. You kinda missed it.
Lilia
-Ah, Lilia⊠beloved elderly man.
-He wonât lie and say that he isnât incredibly curious about you too. Who wouldnât be?
-A human from another reality with no magic, no concept of where they are, and no idea how to get you back.
-Very curious indeed.
-However, he has no reason to get himself involved in your business.
-You are a confident young lad, and clearly strong and capable.Â
-In the few interactions he did have with you, you clearly had your head on your shoulders and well-founded confidence in your own abilities.
-The only thing truly odd about you was⊠your face.
-He isnât one to talk, heâs thousands of years old and heâs got quite (unnaturally) large eyes and soft skin.
-You, however, arenât fae. You arenât anything more than a human.
-Excuse his close-mindedness for just a moment, but if he wasnât mistaken you look quite⊠feminine.
-Small(er) stature, baggy clothes, clearly discomforted by âmanlyâ activities that your friends drag you into.
-It wasnât his place to question, of course. He understands that gender isnât easy to define, and his thoughts are only ideas from his past creeping up on him.
-Still⊠it raises some questions in his mind.
-He knows where his responsibilities lay, so he brushes his thoughts under the rug and moves on from the thought.
-That is⊠until he notices Malleusâ⊠interest in you.
-The princeâs visits to ramshackle only seemed to increase after you arrived.
-As Malleusâ caretaker (and out of morbid curiosity), he must investigate you further.
-That's how you start⊠seeing a lot of Lilia. Like, too much Lilia. How in the world is he always there, itâs creeping you out.
-Heâll talk to you, sometimes, but most of the time you can feel his beady little red eyes watching you.
-You donât know what you did to him, but itâs really starting to freak you out.
-Youâve seen his fangs, does he want you for a blood bag or something.
-You, being strong as you are, decide to just confront him one day in the library.
-âOkay, whatâs your problem. You went from acting like I donât exist to constantly staring at me like Iâm your next meal.â
âPlease forgive me, that wasnât my intention. Iâm simply⊠curious about you, and I didnât want to scare you off by approaching.â
âI donât think your solution to that problem was any less scary.â
-You give him the benefit of the doubt, and you realize this guy talks like your grandpa or something. Heâs so old, itâs almost funny.
-You decide to start spending some more time with him, and you realize heâs really fun to be around.
-Despite his seemingly old soul, heâs rebellious and feisty, and he has an endless treasure trove of stories to tell you.
-He becomes a comforting force in your life, so much so you begin to confide in him your stresses and worries.
-Inevitably, you end up telling him how hard it is to hide being a woman. How only so many people know, and how exhausting it is to pretend to be something youâre not.
-âDoes Malleus know?â
âMalleusâŠ?â
âThe man you meet in front of your dorm at night.â
âOh! Do you mean Hornton? No, I donât know if heâs good at keeping secrets or not.â
âHe is not.â
-Lilia is more than willing to be a force in your life that keeps you happy and healthy.Â
-He is more providing and giving than Crowley is, constantly giving you little gifts and ensuring you have enough money to keep taking care of yourself.
-You insist that he doesnât need to do any of that, but his fatherly instincts tell him otherwise.
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â yummy in my tummy â
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After reading the pretty boy fics, I got to ask: "How would the dorm leaders (and the rest if you want to write about them) react to being given food from the reader (who cooks and bakes god tier food) who is concerned for their wellbeing?" - anon Headcanons for Dorm Leaders with an s/o who loves to spoil them with delicious homemade meals, sweets and snacks. - anon Could I request something domestic? Housewardens with an s/o that cooks for them almost everyday? -anon
a/n I decided to combine these three requests! I'm not sure if there were anymore of the same variety, so if I missed it, I'm sorry T^T Gonna split this into three parts, so keep an eye out for the other two! I wanted to keep this vague, i didnât mention any type of specific food, but make it known, i am craving tamales so badly
included: grim, all of heartslabyul and savanaclaw
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Ramshackle <3
â He eats your food every day. Your best customer is the one and only GRIM THE GREAT! Food always tastes good to this little guy, but food made by you? Top tier! Nothing could beat it (the overblot stones probably could) Heâs a pain in your ass when you're cooking/baking, constantly trying to get a nibble from your ingredients. His hungry ass is just too impatient. After a long and hard day, all he wants is to lay back and eat some tuna and one of your sweet treats for dessert. It's the best way to end his day.
Heartslabyul <3
â You see once you start cooking for them, youâre not going to stop. Cater and Ace make sure of it. They all love your cooking! They feel so loved and cared for with each dish you lovingly made for them. Does this contribute to their ever growing feelings for you?
â Yes, yes it does.
â Riddle was kinda on edge by it. Not because he thought you were a horrible cook, heâs tasted Aceâs cooking before, but because he didnât understand the warm feeling in his chest. Riddleâs mother never cooked, instead she had chefs cook the blandest (healthy, she claimed) foods for them both. Heâs never felt the warmth and comfort from a home cooked dish. Trey is an excellent cook, and even better baker, but itâs Trey. You were different, always had been to him. Riddle almost moaned at the taste of the different spices and flavors that exploded in his mouth. This boy has never tasted so many all at once. It was truly an eye opener. Riddle asks if you could teach him some recipes.
â So relieved. Trey is just the epitome of a parent finally sitting down after a long day when you come to help in the kitchen or bring containers of food. Trey finds himself visiting you at Ramshackle more often, with the intention of learning or cooking with you. But ends up with you ushering him to sit down and youâll be back with some fresh soup. He really does appreciate your presence, everything about you is so comforting and lively, so you making amazing food is an added bonus. Loves to learn about different foods from your world, even more so any type of pastry/sweet! Considers asking if you want to do a bake off, but decided not to, because he knew everyone would choose you. (he would do the same tbh)
â If you didnât have a magicam account dedicated to your cooking before, well now you do! Cater will take photos of every dish you made, going on a long rant on how this is the most delicious food heâs ever eaten. If you let him, he'll post pictures and videos of you cooking/baking on the account. The account is as comforting as your food. Ofc, he has tons and tons of photos and videos on his phone of you. Cater looks forwards to whatever you make, but is especially touched when you bake something that isnât incredibly sweet or something entirely different then what you made the others. It makes him feel special.
â Ace didnât consider himself a picky eater, at least not until he ate your food! Boy will not leave you alone. He's constantly begging you to make him food and treats. Saying 'you just killed a poor starving boy, gootbye-' and just crashes onto you. Ace just really enjoys your cooking and he melts whenever you bring him food without him asking (begging). Heâs the type of person to sit on the counter and talk while youâre busy doing things all around the kitchen. It briefly reminds him of his own childhood. Itâs oddly domestic that it sikes him out for a moment. But then he glances at you and suddenly that feeling is replaced with a warm fluttering feeling in his chest. (donât question the blush on his cheeks ofc)
â Deuce isnât one for taking photos but every thing youâve ever made him has been instantly snapped and sent to his mom. (who loves knowing that her darling son is eating well) Heâs not as obvious as Ace, but Deuce tries to slyly suggest that you make him more food. And of course, heâs more than willing to help. Again, unlike Ace who sits and talks, Deuce follows you around the kitchen like a duckling, patiently awaiting your orders. He wants to be helpful! Will gladly take anything out of the oven and carry any heavy materials. Will crash if you hold up a spoon for him to taste test. Isnât this romantic? He asks himself as he shakily takes the spoon into his mouth. Omg, and if he sees you do your own taste test with the same spoon? Oh sevens, help you both.
Savanaclaw <3
â Another group that doesnât let you stop cooking/baking for them. But at least you have free access to a buttload of money and two very eager helpers (for very different reasons)
â Leona isnât a stranger to good, probably excellent, cooked meals. Heâs a prince, duh. But when itâs a meal cooked by you? Everything that heâs eaten up til now is straight trash. Pride is one way to describe how he feels, quickly followed by smug. Of course, youâd dedicate your time and energy to cook him a meal. And of course, you poured your love into every step. Heâll eat practically anything you give him, though he will side eye the vegetables and discreetly give them to Ruggie. As for sweet things, heâs not a big fan of sweets. I feel like heâd like savory flavors, maybe a little bitter or maybe a little tart. Or perhaps something with subtle flavors but a hearty texture. Iâm just speculating of course, so itâs always a hit or miss when it comes to baked goods with him. Though, donât worry, nothing you make goes to waste. Ruggie is always ready to swoop in when needed. And as mentioned before, Leona knows ingredients can get spendy, so heâs more than willing to hand you his credit card.
â Speaking of credit cards, Ruggie just always happens to be in the same vicinity when that black card hits your hands. Ruggie wouldnât call himself the greatest chef, but he is resourceful. With everything you cook, Ruggie shows you how to get the most out of your ingredients. He even shows you some low-budget/free ingredients you can find all over campus and how to make it. Ruggie is honestly a good person to have by your side when it comes to cooking, you learn plenty of new things and you get to share your own knowledge to someone you know will share with others. However, Ruggie isnât someone that does something for free. So he expects to be taking half of whatever you're making back with him. On a cuter note, Ruggie practically bursts into two when you show up with a container full of warm, mouth watering, doughnuts. Judging by how fast Ruggies tail was wagging, you were afraid that he was about to fly up into space.
â Despite his tendencies to try to keep his emotions to himself, Jack really does appreciate the effort you put in to make his meals protein pack and nutritious. And while heâs not the greatest cook, Jack helps the best he can in the kitchen. Though, heâs a little clumsy (if his culinary crucible says otherwise, no it doesnât) but heâs eager! Jack is a quick learner so it doesn't take him very long to get the hang of things. Definitely subtly brags about it to the other first years. But if any of them dares to mention how fast his tail is wagging, he gets all pouty with embarrassment. I definitely suggest keeping it to meals and not sweet. Jack is not a sweet guy at all. Though he might indulge if you give him puppy-dog eyes.
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make a move || eyeless jack
SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: aggressive smut, size kink to a scary extent, eating ass but not in the traditional way? idk if you donât like ass stuff donât read this, breeding, squirting, passing out, brief descriptions of gore , slight cnc if you squint, cock drunk reader if iâm being honest
Jack knew something was wrong.
He hovered over his fallen victim, a jogger who decided to be a little too adventurous. He was crouched beside the woman, a liver in his hand. Crimson red blood stained his chin and lips, his mask tilted up just enough for him to eat. Somehow he could still hear a heartbeat. It was a singular one, but it had assumed it belonged to the jogger. Humans were known to have uncontrolled racing hearts when exercising. Yet he knew hers to be stopped, having ripped it out first to ensure she wasnât suffering through death. It was unlike Jack to be unaware of who was around him at all times. Humans had very distinct scents. He could hear their heartbeats and the blood running through their veins. He only smelled the victim below him, yet he still heard a heartbeat.
It was faint but it was there. Jack lifted his mask just above his nose, inhaling deeply. He was searching for the scent of a deer, but instead all he smelled was blood and the forest around him. He frowned, looking around. The trees above him ruffled, his eye sockets narrowing. He hadn't felt breeze whisk past him, meaning that somehow, something living had caused the trees movement. Jack paused for a moment, focusing on listening to what was around him. He pulled his scalpel out of his hoodie, the blade still coated with fresh blood. His ears twitched at the sound of a twig snapping, causing him to abruptly turn around. What he hadn't anticipated was being face to face with the barrel of a shotgun, a shaking detective on the other end.
Being the newest detective in your office, meant you got the worst jobs. In a field dominated with men, you were determined to solve every last once. When you were tasked with finding and killing a mysterious cannibal who had slaughtered quite a few locals, you weren't quite sure what you were expecting. You had anticipated a homeless person gone mad, not a eyeless demon who fed on organs. You didn't tell your team, afraid no one would believe you. Describing eye sockets with dripping black ooze and dark gray skin would land you not only out of a job, but in an insane asylum too. You decided to take matters into your own hands, stalking the tall demon in front of you now. It was obvious his senses were heighted, so you prepared accordingly. It was a tiny sacrifice, turning the sign for joggers to go right instead of left at the local nature trail. You knew it would be perfect bait for the demon. You had covered yourself with dirt and leafs long before you settled into the trees above.
Nightfall was your perfect cover. You were almost surprised that Jack hadn't spotted you. You almost assumed the creature to far more intelligent than you could comprehend. "Is this supposed to scare me?" Jack asked. For someone with a gun pointed at their head, he didn't seem fazed. "No, it's only going to blow your head off," You snapped. Jack raised his eyebrows, examining your uniform. "Aren't you supposed to read me my rights, detective?" He asked sourly. You gritted your teeth, keeping your aim steady. "You're a cannibal with no eyes, extreme measures are more than appropriate," You replied coldly. Jack examined the dirt and grim you had covered yourself with. He knew then you had somehow been smart enough to stalk him and not get caught. You were now a danger, one with too much knowledge to simply let walk away. "So what are you waiting for then?" Jack questioned. Humans and their theatrics. If he had eyes he would've rolled them. When you hesitated the demon seized the opportunity, grabbing the gun and yanking it away from your grip.
The metal crumbled under his grasp, the demon bending the metal in half before tossing it away. He grabbed you by the collar of your uniform, shoving you against a nearby tree. You gasped as the air was knocked out of your lungs, your eyes widening in fear. Jack lifted his mask over his head, his eye sockets boring into your eyes. "How do you know who I am?" Jack snarled. His grip was tight and threatening, his rows of razor sharp teeth revealed when he spoke. You had only seen him once without his mask, but only from far away. Up close it was terrifying, unidentified black ooze dripping from his eye sockets. "I got tasked with finding the cannibal whose been killing our towns people. They think the killer is uh, human," You tried to explain, unsure if the demon would be insulted or not. Jack's face hardened, listening to your heart begin to race. "How long have you been stalking me?" Jack asked. You gulped nervously, your memory suddenly becoming hazy from fear. "I-I don't know, maybe a month?" You replied honestly. Normally Jack would have called it a done deal right there and then. He wasn't one to usually play with his food, yet he knew he needed more.
"Who else knows about my existence?" He hissed. You shook your head, your feet kicking the air helplessly. "No one. I haven't told anyone," You answered. A low growl rumbled in his throat. "Liar," He snarled. He bared his shark like teeth, causing you to squirm under his grasp. "No one would believe me if I told them about you. So I-I didn't tell anyone about my leads or anything at all," You rambled. You swallowed hard, trying to refrain from crying. You didn't want to die. You had watched Jack slaughter dozens of creatures from deer to humans. He was merciless, like a rabid starved animal. "Y-You have to understand. I've only been with my force for a couple of months. If I told them about you no one would believe me," You rambled. Jack seemed to pause for a moment, processing what you were saying. He could hear your pulse staying steady as you rambled. Most humans pulses sped up when they were lying. "So your plan was to kill me and bring my corpse to your 'force'?" Jack confirmed, tilting his head to the side curiously. He had to admit it wasn't a half bad idea, although he thought it was rather idiotic that you wanted to shoot him in the face and not the chest. You nodded in agreement, silently praying your truth telling would result in mercy from the demon.
"You humans are always so naive. This isn't the movies kid," Jack grumbled. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to move your face side to side. "I must say, even with the filth you've covered yourself in, you look quite delicious," He grinned. The chunks of flesh and fresh staining of blood on his teeth sent shivers down your spine. He leaned in close to you, goosebumps spreading across your skin as he inhaled deeply. "You smell good too," Jack chuckled darkly. Your eyes were widened with fear, your legs kicking in the air as he leaned in towards your neck. You were panicking, your heart pounding so loudly you were afraid it would bounce out of your chest. Your hands held onto his wrist, trying to pry away his grip from the collar of your uniform. His breath was hot against your skin, one of his slimy tongues emerging from his lips. You felt him lick the side of your neck, your heart skipping a beat as you froze. Jack noticed your tenseness, but not from the fear that had been boiling. Curiously he lapped at your neck again, your legs no longer kicking but instead glued together.
A devilish grin spread across Jack's lips as he pulled away from your neck. "You can't be serious," He said. Your realization caused you to thrash under his grip once more, your face scrunching up in determination. "I don't know what you're talking about," You lied. Jack frowned, bringing you towards him before slamming you against the tree again. "I can smell you whore," He spat. You stared at him, a weird mixture of desire and fear washing over you. "Getting all hot and bothered over a demon? You don't have many suitors, do you?" Jack asked mockingly. Your face hardened, your jaw clenching. "Oh yeah i'm sure you're one to talk. A cannibal with no eyes? I just know you're a hot commodity," You barked. Jack tilted his head to the side, before his gaze went up and down your body. "Feisty. I like that in a mate," He mused. Your eyes widened so much so you feared they may pop out of your head. "Mate? Absolutely not. Eat me and get it over with," You snapped. Jack brought himself closer to you, the smell of flesh and metallic blood hitting your nose. "I think i'll have fun knocking you down a peg. Seems like you need this more than I do," Jack snickered. You blinked, his nose brushing against yours.
"I'd like to see you try," You challenged. You could feel your stomach stir as he grinned his hand releasing your collar and grabbing your throat instead. He squeezed at your airway, causing you to whimper. "Don't worry pet, I don't plan on being gentle," Jack informed you. Your hands clawed at him as he choked you, nudging your legs open. With his other hand he palmed at your cunt through your uniform, grinning as your legs spread open wider. "See? That's what I thought. Whores like you like to pretend to be all big and bad. When really all you need is to be humbled," Jack rambled. In a swift motion he shoved you onto the forest floor, the joggers corpse only a few feet away. Your back collided with the dirt, the monster above you ripping the buttons off of your uniform top. You gasped as the buttons flew in the air, the demon carelessly ripping your bra in half with its teeth. "Y-You want to do this here?" You sputtered. The idea was so dangerous, getting caught would be humiliating. Yet the prospect of someone catching you entangled with a demon was so thrilling. "What? Did you expect a luxury hotel with rose petals pet? I'm just going to fuck you," Jack responded. He brought his mouth to your left breast, sucking on its nipple.
Your back arched off of the ground as his teeth grazed your bud, causing you to audibly whine. Jack grinned as he began to suck the other one, purposefully sucking as hard as he could. His large hands began to pull your pants down, your head tilting back from the pleasure. You could feel that Jack had at least three tongues, all of which were focused on assaulting your skin in one way or another. You whined as he kissed down your stomach, allowing the very edges of his teeth to graze your skin. Cool air hit your cunt as he tossed your clothes aside. You were unsure if they were even wearable anymore, the demon not caring to preserve them. Jack could smell the fear and arousal dripping off of you. You were so cute to him, practically trembling under his touch as he settled in between your thighs. He looked up at you, watching your mouth fall open as he revealed his three black tongues. You swallowed nervously, watching one of them slide into your cunt with ease. You groaned as it curled upwards, stroking your g spot. The second began to lap at your clit, causing your hand to fly down to his hair. You tugged at the roots, earning a groan from the demon in between your legs.
The third tongue, went directly for your ass. You could feel it teasing the rim, causing you to rise up on your elbows. âW-Wait iâve never-â You began, gasping as Jack abruptly shoved his tongue inside of your unexplored hole. It curled just like the one in your cunt, his tongues abusing both of your holes. You fell back onto the forest floor, in a hypnotic state of foreign euphoria as Jackâs warm tongue made up for the stretch of your puckered hole. You were grinding on his face, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. His tongues were relentless and never seemed to tire, continuously fucking into you. You could feel your orgasm coming closer, your thighs tightening around his head. Jack's large hands pried them open, staring up at you as you moaned curses. Your noises were intoxicating. Jack could feel both sets of your walls squeezing at his tongues. He could tell you were about to cum, your back arching off of the dirt. "Fuck d-don't stop," You pleaded, your voice echoing through out the trees.
You were right at the edge when Jack suddenly pulled away from you. You whimpered at the loss of touch, your pleading eyes meeting his evil gaze. "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you pet?" He snickered. He nipped at your plush inner thighs, watching you squirm. Jack rose to his knees, shoving his pants and boxers down. He grabbed your legs, tossing them over his shoulders. âThereâs no position I love more than the mating press,â He chuckled darkly. You rolled your eyes, before gasping as he tapped his large cock against your slick. âIâm not quite sure thatâs gonna fit,â You say weakly. His cock was bigger than you couldâve imagined, your heart racing with fear and arousal. âYou can take it. After all, you donât have much of a choice kid,â He countered. He rubbed his length up and down your folds, attempting to lubricate his cock as much as possible. He had been put the head in when you whined, pain striking you down. His girth made you feel like you were going to split in half, your eyes screwed shut. He was going to break you. He was going to break you and split you in half, before devouring your organs.
âYou humans are always so fragile. All bark no bite?â Jack asked mockingly. He could feel your cunt struggling to take him, your walls squeezing him tightly. He brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing small circles to help your body relax. âYou know you look kinda pretty like this, being held down and eager to take my cock,â Jack snickered. Your walls began to relax, the pain slowly mixing with pleasure as he brushed against your g spot. You could feel yourself giving in to the demons will, your brain slowly turning into mush as he picked up the pace. His thrust went from agonizingly slow to inhumanly fast, your nails digging into his arms for support. âAll of you humans are the same. Someone gives you good cock and you become a numbed out slut,â Jack chuckled darkly, grinning sadistically as he plowed into you. You thought you were going to fall apart, all thoughts and fears washing away with each thrust. âAwe whatâs wrong detective? No fight left in ya?â Jack taunted. He grabbed your face, his long fingers digging harshly into your skin. He pushed the back of your skull further against the dirt, your hair promised to have dirt and grim in it by the time this was over.
Yet none of that mattered, your body falling limp and gladly at the mercy of the horny demon. âGood slut, just shut up and take it,â He groaned, watching your eyes roll into the back of your skull as he fucked you. He could feel his animalistic primal urges arising, the desire and need to breed you overriding any human characteristics. Your walls were commanding him to, milking him so right. âSuch a tight cunt,â He groaned, a low growl forming in the bottom of his throat. His filthy words only brought you closer to the edge, your thighs trembling. The pleasure was too much, too much for you to handle. Your moans were strangled and sinful, echoing throughout the trees as you cried out. You were unable to stop yourself as you came on his cock, his lower half now covered in your juices. âYouâre a squirter huh? How cute,â Jack chuckled. You whined as he began to speed up again, his hips snapping into yours. âLetâs see if I can make you do it again,â He growled: He roughly brought his fingers back to your clit, rubbing fast and uncontrolled circles.
âI-I donât think-, fuck, too much,â You slurred. Jack grinned devilishly at your protest, his hips only fucking you faster. You saw black spots beginning to cloud your vision, your heart pounding against your chest. Stars were dancing over your head, your body falling limply against the forest floor. Before you could process what was happening, you slipped into unconsciousness.
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âDetective?â
âDetective?â
âDetective?â
âDetective wake up!â
You were startled awake by your commanding officer, who was looking down at you with a concerned expression. You blinked a few times, grabbing the back of your head as it throbbed. You cringed at the feeling of your fingertips, the sun brutally bright. âWhat the hell?â You murmured, your commander staring down at you: He pushed his hat back, camera flashes going off behind him. You had been redressed, sat up against the tree you had been hiding in. âYou took a pretty nasty hit to the back of the head champ,â He said. A news reporter pushed past him, a small notepad in his hand. âDetective can you tell us what you saw?â She asked. You felt overwhelmed, your pupils dilating as you stared up at them. What the hell happened? Did you pass out? Maybe it was all a dream or some sort of psychotic break.
An EMT was by your side, examining your scratched arms. âPiss off lady, with this kind of head trauma itâs a miracle she remembers who she is,â He barked. He slung your arm over his shoulder, helping you to your feet. âCmon, just gotta get you into the ambulance,â He grunted. You struggled to keep your eyes open, the bright sun causing you to squint to see. Cops and officers were littered all through out the woods, examining the managed corpse of the jogger. You thought over your encounter with Jack, almost ruling that none of it was real: That was until you felt his warm cum leaking out of your cunt, soaking your panties.
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ăâĄă Rises the Moon
⥠featuring: dan heng IL x f!reader
⥠summary: you help dan heng work through his heat cycle wc: 3.1k+
⥠cw/tw: canon-divergent, breeding, praise, kinda sad but wholesome, monster-fucking, heat cycle, blowjob, cunnilingus, mentions of blood, biting
notes: super canon divergent ik vidyadhara can't have kids but ahhh dan heng breed brainrot :P ruahh I need that lc
Cracked from a shimmering pearl into the cold deception of a ship no longer home, that damned his ill-fated legacy. A lonely forgone dragon wanders a lifetime in purgatory, searching for hands to follow, for he was reborn into the dead silence of solitude. He stretched his inhuman heart as far as it could reach, enough for anyone to hold. But it twisted and tangled in thorns, cradled by serpents' eyes that prayed for his ruin. In brief moments of rest, his visions were suffocated with catastrophic destruction unbeknownst to the reincarnate. When he was eventually released, no one turned for him; a trail of fire he would have to walk alone, bleeding for repentance until his sin was permanently consumed by the collapsing universe. Â
A race cursed to live forever rarely knew joy or love to its full extent, as all things mortal would return to the ground beneath them. It wasnât worth the attachment, nor the deserved doom of a man denied salvation.Â
Your arrival at the space station upturned his perception. He wasnât sure why he yearned to be near you, why his senses craved your smell and sight. He had to distance himself from you as much as possible, but the melody of your pure voice stored a rhythm in his core that could not be removed. He lamented the blooming affection in his discernment. Often lying awake at night, struggling to satiate the urges.Â
To you, he was Dan Heng. The solemn, headstrong friend that seldom spoke in your presence. Your favorite pastime was playful banter; he rarely smiled, but it pulled at your heartstrings when the corners of his lips slightly lifted. When he picked at his food, you went out of your way to find out what he preferred and arranged your meals around his. You spent almost all of your time on the parlor car. That isnât to say you werenât interested in adventuring, you frequently noted the prettiest gems March showed you during their trips. You asked Dan about the stuff he enjoyed, but itâd usually amount to âI was too focused on staying alive to take in the scenery.â You recall entering your room after their return and noticed an iron scrap flower sitting on your windowsill. Dan nonchalantly admitted to the act, mentioning how he overheard your liking for metallic constructs. You originally thought this was simply an extension of your friendship, but the burning ache in your body spoke otherwise. The little things he did, such as bringing small gifts or ingredients for you to experiment with made you seek that numbed heart, imprisoned in ice.Â
Himeko joked about your sour mood whenever Dan Heng was gone. You read while she stared at you, amused by the pout on your face. âHmm, your boy toy is missing. Feeling down?â Your head shot up, ears hot from the assumption. Â
âW-what? No, of course not. Weâre friends, Himeko.â you panicked. She softly giggled.Â
âDonât worry. Theyâre coming back soon.â You peeked up from the pages.Â
â...When?â you mumbled. âA few days. Now you can stop being so sad.âÂ
You were ecstatic when they arrived, ready to hear about their grueling journey, and more so happy to see Dan Heng. As March relived her storytelling, you observed him. He seemed to be in a trance. His expression was the same as always, but he felt disconnected from you, like he discerned a grim future. He didnât come to dinner and went to sleep. When you asked March if something happened, she shifted uncomfortably but finally spoke. Â
âDan Heng...he changed on the Xianzhou Luofu.â Sheâd conveniently left out most of the story.Â
âWhat do you mean âchangedâ?â you questioned, finding it hard to mask your worries. âHe had horns and... It was all really new. I kinda wanna forget about it, too.â You didnât pressure her for more information, and she went to her room shortly after. You tossed in your sleep, wondering what he mustâve gone through, and what you could do to help him.Â
You awoke in an inky blue void, the stars cascading a brilliant aura across the night. There were no other planets visible; only the vast moon, a divinely warm glow, alluring and protective in your gaze. Heavenly bodies carried infinitely above, shaping the moon in its godlike image. You stood in a comparatively small pool of iridescent liquid that waterfalled off each side. It marbled from refracted shimmers, cool to the touch. Somehow life emerged in the barren quiet, white lotusâ decorating most of the area. They never spilled down the stream, as if they'd been waiting. In said pool, was a man with elvish ears and gleaming horns, kneeling turned away from you. His pale arms were shackled behind him, and his delicate hair cascaded down his naked back. If you listened closely, you could hear the faint sobs he tried to stifle. You wanted to comfort him, to calm his nerves. You took a step, and he stopped. He didnât acknowledge you. You took another step, your hand wishing to touch him. Before you could, you phased out of your dream. Â
For the next two weeks, he didnât leave his room. Not when you were around. At the same time, this reoccurring dream was plaguing your thoughts. It ended the same way each time. March aimed to console you, but you felt she knew more than she led on. Fatigued from your restless mind, you decide to talk to Himeko instead. She stirs her drink while Welt reads the paper.Â
âGood morning, (Y/N).â said Welt.Â
âGood...morning.â you yawned, rubbing your worsening eyebags.Â
âYou donât seem okay. Is everything alright?â Himeko asks, motioning for you to sit beside her.Â
âSomething is wrong with Dan Heng and March isnât telling me everything. I was hoping you would.â Welt clears his throat, sets the paper on the table and walks away. Himeko puts her hand on your knee.Â
âHeâs feeling unwell right now. Itâs best we donât disturb him.âÂ
âIâve been having this weird dream, of a guy with horns. Heâs crying. And I canât save him. What does this mean? Why is everyone keeping this from me?â Alarm flashes in her expression, but she composes herself. She sucks in a deep breath. âDo you know what a Vidyadhara is?â Â
âNo.âÂ
âVidyadhara descended from dragons, and theyâre very powerful. Dan Heng is a special case of Vidyadhara, so we must treat him as such.âÂ
âSo why canât I see him?â Â
âItâs important that we avoid him while heâs in the process of...getting through this.âÂ
âBut someone has to check on him, right? I could be the one to do it-âÂ
â(Y/N). Dan Heng requested specifically, that I donât allow you to see him.â You felt your heart pierce. You believed you were friends with him, so why was he forcing you away? âOh. Okay.â you said meekly. You went back to your room to contemplate.Â
 You were a ghost throughout the day, serving food in silence. When the crew went to bed you prepared a hearty soup to soothe whatever illness he had. Heâd probably reject it, but the selfish side wanted to know why he was upset with you. Even if he didnât have an answer, perhaps his voice would be adequate. Arriving at his door, you knock twice gently.Â
âI have some soup for you. Himeko said you were feeling ill. I wonât disrupt you, just want to make sure youâre eating.â He said nothing. âIf youâre not hungry, let me know and I can store it for tomorrow. You canât get better on an empty stomach.â You hear rustling inside, but he still said nothing.Â
âDid I do something wrong? Iâm sorry if I did.âÂ
âYou didnât do anything wrong, but I need you to go away.â His voice is feeble, and it scares you.Â
âCan I please leave this on your desk? Iâll go away right after, I promise.â You 're practically begging, but you need to see him and know heâs okay. Dan Hengâs weakening mindset rationalizes his risky judgement, and he allows you to come in. He should be able to defend you from himself with the strength he has left; thereâs no other choice. âOkay.âÂ
When you open the door, youâre horrified at the state. Books and precious documents were strewn across the floor or shredded, along with most of the blankets. Heâs hunched over on the futon clenching his abdomen, strands of hair sticking to his shiny forehead and puffy lips. He was in a form you've never seen, dressed in elegance in contrast to his shaking figure. The clothes were disheveled, however, the window on his top ripped down the middle, exposing the muscular torso underneath with his pants pulled just under his v-line. He's flushed and sweating, a look in his eyes that both terrifies and excites you. What was most shocking were the pointy ears and horns protruding from his head. The same ones from your dream. He tracks you as you walk to his desk. Heâs undoubtedly weak, and yet you feel hunted. You set the soup down.Â
âShouldnât you ask Bailu about this?âÂ
âI did already. Thereâs nothing she can do. I have to wait.â You get on your knees next to him, and he recoils from your proximity.Â
âWait for what?âÂ
âI'm hot all over, all the time. Nothing I do works, even when I feel good itâs not enough.â he rasps. His eyes are shut in an attempt to null the intense sensation blazing in his veins. You ultimately realize what he means and regret your cluelessness. Still, you donât leave, deconstructing his resolve. Suddenly, Dan Heng feels the tender press of your palm to his forehead; the touch of someone he could recognize in different timelines and different bodies. The scent of morning dew at early sunrise, the light in its darkness, bitter and sweet and persistent. He punished the thought of ravaging you, but the incessant thump of his member was staggering. He grabs your wrist tight, a guilty look in his eyes.Â
âI canât control myself. Go. Nowâ he shouts. His anger doesnât scare you, and your other hand caresses his cheek.Â
âDoes it hurt? I can help you.â Dan Hengâs frozen as your fingers travel down his Adam's apple, then his chest, to the hem of his bottoms. Heâs on his back taking deep labored breaths, the print growing from your airy brushes.Â
âI donât want you to be in pain anymore.âÂ
You spring his cock free, and it bounces into your hand. Itâs thick and almost twelve inches, a rosy-brown gradient to the mushroom tip. His veins dance around the rounded spikes lining up his shaft on both sides. A frustrated sigh leaves him, beads of pre come dripping down his balls. You lubricate your hands with his slick and start to slowly pump him. His head is spinning, the intoxicating ecstasy makes him rut his hips and bite his blushed lips. You fondle his balls with one hand while massaging the tip with the other. Whimpers echo pleasantly in your ears, and he canât stop watching you, drinking up your shy glances. It twitches in your hold; you can feel how close he is. Heâs falling apart because of you and your dampened underwear accepts it. You push your thumb in his mouth and part it to reveal excessive drool and sharp canines. Â
âDo you like it?â you tease. He makes noise resembling an âuh huhâ through teary eyes.Â
âYou wanna come?â He quivers from the question. He can only manage a moan. You move to his base, and you slaver at the daunting size before running your tongue along the urethra and taking him in your mouth. He throws his head back but tries to restrain himself from bucking into you. You can barely get it halfway as his cockhead kisses the back of your throat. You hollow your cheeks and start bobbing your head, he trembles from unconstrained pleasure. Â
âPlease, Iâll do anything please let me comeâ he whines, tears spilling down his cheeks. You move your hands with the suction along his gradually noisy whimpers, the occasional gag from sloppy grinding.Â
âAh, âm gonna come-â he chokes, his chest hitched rapidly, spurting ropes that flood your throat. He rides the wave against you until you pull up. When you meet with him again, his demeanor changes. He instantly snatches you into his arms and smothers his nose in your stomach. He tears your clothes off impatiently, just to taste your bare skin. âDan-âÂ
âYou smell so good. Aeons, why do you smell so good.â He gazes at you darkly, littering wet kisses across your stomach and chest. His slender hands grope and explore anything they can reach. It was like he had a burst of energy; he nearly lifts you off his lap. You notice his horns get progressively longer, a dim radiance outlining them. His nails grew too, they dragged light scratches over your breasts to your hips. He pulls you to him, lips barely hovering before they collide into a deep, passionate exchange. Unspoken words allow teeth and tongue to mix, and you moan into each other. The pheromones hugging his consciousness are addictive, he needs more of it. He promptly flips you on your back, his eyes look down on you with a starving glint.Â
âIâm hungry now.âÂ
âOh sure, I can warm up the-âÂ
âNo. Let me eat you.â His statement was more of a demand than a request, as he mangles your panties down your legs. He forces your thighs back and appreciates the glistening sticky folds. âStunningâ he purrs. He licks a flat strip to your clit and laps up your juices, then envelops his mouth in your heat. His firm squeeze prevents you from escaping the determined pink muscle, swirling and twisting around you. He switches between French kisses to your vulva and merciless sucking on the erect bud. Heâd rather drown in you than catch his breath, your essence covers his jaw and chin. You card your fingers through his scalp and accidentally sweep his horns; he shudders. You rub the pad of your thumb on it, earning a strangled whimper. His tongue sinks into your passage and begins to move at a brutal pace. You tease the sensitivity in his horns, flicking and circling them. The vibrations from his moans rock against your walls and your hips stutter. âAh- Iâm closeâ you plead. He stimulates your clit, and you pulse around him before your back arches, and you unwind. His mouth is stitched to you as you try to wriggle out of his grasp. He continues to devour your climax. He hoists your lower half off the ground, savoring your honeyed desire, laughing from your overstimulated cries. Youâre spasming and feel your heart racing in your ears. He stops at the approaching precipice and lays you down. Balmy kisses dot your knees.Â
âPlease Dan Heng, moreâ you beg.Â
â(Y/N), I donât want to hurt you.â He's throbbing, and he straightens your legs to roll his hips between your thighs. The plush fat cuddles his cock and he pants. You grab his hand.Â
âItâs okay, Iâm yours. I know you donât mean to hurt me.âÂ
âBut-âÂ
âI love youâ you blurt out. âPlease, I want to have this with you. I can handle it, I promise.â Your vulnerability surprises you, and he stops.Â
âYou...love me?â he questions. For a split second, you see sadness and despair. No one stood to consider an exile incapable of love, but you did. No one bothered to defrost the drifting hollow, but you did. The undying weeps.Â
âI love you. I would destroy every star and planet in your name. Carve your worth into the cosmos so that even Fuli could worship your memory. I am yours in its entirety, and Iâll only live for you.â You wipe the tears as they come down and kiss his troubles away.Â
âI want you inside meâ you whisper. He stands and scoops you up, his hands on your ass and your arms around his neck. He aligns his tip with your sex and lowers you into the plunge. The stretching blaze of your walls accommodating his girth is excruciating. Â
âIs this okay?âÂ
âYes.â You give him a reassuring smile. Heâs stuffing you full, the spikes knead your inner walls the deeper he goes. He bottoms out and stays there for a while.Â
âTell me when to moveâ he soothes.Â
âGo ahead.â He starts an unrelenting tempo, and you grip him like a vice, your arousal drenching his balls. The thundering sound of desperate huffs and squelching, smacking flesh is almost embarrassing; you both donât care, indulging each other. You couldâve sworn you saw something similar to a dragon's tail swaying behind him, or maybe your mind played tricks on you. Strings of saliva connect his fangs, eyes cloudy with carnal impulse and cock twitching from the friction. He can see the bulge snapping in and out of your stomach and groans. Â
âDeeper.â He pulls out and lays you on the futon before positioning you in a mating press. In one swoop he jackhammers your cunt, balls swinging and ragged breath on your ear. His hair blankets you and you soak in his sweating physique, his needy appearance.Â
âGonna breed this pretty pussyâ he moans. Eyeing the unoccupied space on your neck, he salivates. You guide his lips to your neck, encouraging him, and he takes the bait. He ruptures the skin with sharp teeth; harsh puncture wounds remain. He licks the blood away, adamant on claiming you. The spikes massage your g-spot, and your eyes loll back, pleasure and pain blurring. Dan Heng loses his composure, frenetic thrusting as he chases his release.Â
âIâm gonna come!âÂ
âThatâs it, come with me, my loveâ he groans. You see black as tremors overtake you and a stream of squirt coats you both. Your wails flow into the halls. Your contracting vulva sends him over the edge, and he finally comes undone, painting your insides to the hilt. You milk every last drop of his gushing seed, and he jerks a few times until limp. The creamy, swelling base pushes your folds to capacity. It's barbed wire in your gut. He strokes and kisses your face.Â
âI'm sorry, itâll go down soon.â With your legs wrapped around him and his head snug against your cheek, you werenât sure if you wanted it to go down.Â
His curse may not be lifted through your embrace. But in your arms, his shackles don't feel as heavy.Â
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Grim Reaper! Simon x f!reader | tw: death
Grim Reaper! Simon who's supposed to take you away, between life and death, after and before, here and gone.
Grim Reaper! Simon who watched you all day, couldn't help the cold dread that clouded him because you were so full of life, despite the mess, you woke up and made your coffee. Choosing your clothes and saving that very expensive dress for some other time, some special day â not knowing this is the last, your most special. Instead picking on that shirt you loved for it's colour, not knowing it would end up only red.
Grim Reaper! Simon who stood helplessly when life was squashed out of you. One moment of extreme pain and then nothing at all. People screaming and pitying and murmuring, while you clutched your chest and raised above, looking around â blinking and confused, until you looked down and your pupils widened. Oh..gone.
Grim Reaper! Simon who clasped your hand as you cried and lamented, a life you hated so much and yet you loved it just the same. Glancing back at the flesh, hands outstretched as if begging you to not leave, same eyes, same face, same fucking everything â just lifeless.
Grim Reaper! Simon who held your soul as you wept and sobbed, it wasn't your fault...you were just trying to save the puppy, it wasn't â but now you were dead. No prayer would count. And these people around you, they're just watching your lifeless frame while you cry and cry.
Grim Reaper! Simon who knew how it went, one snap and you were truly gone to the other side. âT-this it it ? Is this the end ?â you sobbed more, remembering your goodbyes, did you tell you mum that you loved her, or did you tell dad his burnt toast were your favourite, did your friend knew they were so amazing and you loved them ?
Grim Reaper! Simon who could read your mind, âNo. Come now.â he echoed, lifting you away from your dead body, just flesh that resembled you, all those things that made you a real person crumbled under those rubber tyre, now nothing but memories.
Grim Reaper! Simon who shaked his skeleton of a head, covered with his ghostly black hood, swaying like cloak behind him. You wouldn't stop crying, he couldn't bear that. âNo, sweetheart.â He traced your jaw, letting those tears vapour in a whoosh,âNot yet. Not so soon. Not for you.â
Grim Reaper! Simon who took you back to your apartment, letting you take it all, your fingertips against smiling people trapped behind glasses, your cat purring in her cushion, notes sticked around, empty checkboxes that would never get ticked.
Grim Reaper! Simon who held above the dress you'd saved. âYou would look so lovely.â he kept, âYou always do.â to himself, he sat as you licked the last bit of Nutella and patted your cat, oblivious to so many things.
Grim Reaper! Simon who took you to the beach because you never got time to go one, never had anyone to go with you. Now was the time and company.
Grim Reaper! Simon who sat beside you watching the last bits of rays disappearing into nothingness, letting sky turn darker and stars twinkle in it's wake.
Grim Reaper! Simon who might be smiling just a bit when you want to go for a night walk, with no fear and no worries. He's swaying behind you, while you are almost flying with new freedom, a new sense of living or dead taking over you. There was a before that you loved but there's also an after that awaits. It's okay, Simon had said. It's going to be okay.
Grim Reaper! Simon who took you on rooftop because you wanted to see the city, the whole fucking city. âHow you wanted to go ?â He found himself speaking, he never did that, it's a simple affair â guide them to the other side, that's it. You rewarded him with a smile, âLike this.â You whispered, he would hear it anyway, âI wanted to be gone like this...on my own will, L-like ââ You choked on your own words, ââ to jump from a very tall somthing.â and that's the irony, your life was squashed out of you, no fall and no wind smashing your face and nothing like you thought.
Grim Reaper! Simon who would grant all your wishes, âComeâ he said, the second time. First, he said it when he was pulling you back while your eyes were struck on those that belonged to you, the very same but truly empty â gone before it's time.
Grim Reaper! Simon who wanted you to be happy, forever if he could help it. He took your hand in his and floated to the edge, across the horizon. There's sun rising from new beginnings, âI can't die a second time.â you laughed, a soft choke in your throat. Your stomach twisted in your guts and it's shouldn't be like this. You should feel empty and whatever void meant to be, but this knot wouldn't let go.
Grim Reaper! Simon who shook his ghost of head, tilting his head affectionately to you, âNo. but you can live.â
Grim Reaper! Simon who took the fall with you, in the dress you always wanted to wear, smelling like all the things you loved, your city and salt and your favourite perfume. A smile that was forever young and true. There with him, between life and death.
Please always take care. Someone somewhere loves you so much and you mean the world to them. Please remember, please know you're loved and blessed and mean so much more than you think. Xoxo.
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Hey you!! I am still a bit quite new to the jjk fandom and everything going around but i am reading tons of things and your page became my fave in like a blink of an eye, no joke!!! Like i swear everything you write with Gojo goes through my soul and beyondđ„đ i was thinking if you would maybe sometime take on the idea of how would Gojo react if his wife/gf is pregnant and him the protective dude he is, looses his shit when she gets hurt (either random or an a mission)?and taking care of her after.
Also i hope you are well and send you all the hugs and love i can give from where I amđđđ
àż àż before the dawn
tw: pregnancy, mentions of blood, satosugu angst, hurt/comfort. goes through your soul and beyond? omg thatâs the highest praiseđ€§ oh and hurt/comfort is actually my roman empire! to fit in love entries, i have to put it in the jjk0 timeline... and also sending love for you too nonnie!! this is so sweet aww thank youđ«¶đ»âš
a part of gojo's love entries
ââŠgeto suguru is going to unleash curses in tokyo and kyoto.â
you stood still, suddenly feeling like your world had crashed. you blinked at what ichiji had just said after stuttering many times. âhuh? geto⊠suguru?â
you just had your prenatal checkup with shoko, and you had suspected something serious had been going on by the grim way she looked and how she tried to evade your questions. satoru too had been kind of busy these past few days, and he was sorry to leave you more often because of âa business he had to take care of.â
so this was the business.
âhow? why?â you asked ichiji with widened eyes, the horror dawning on you surely and fast. âhow is heâdoesnât that mean⊠heâsâ heâs going to be hunted down?â
that was a stupid question. suguru had been a criminal for ten years, of course they were going to catch him. it shouldnât be new, you knew it. but this was an act of terrorism. this was the gravest and he couldâsuguru couldâŠ
three years of your and satoruâs youth flashed in your mind. the laughs. the memories. how? why must everything escalate this way?
âtheyâre g-going to⊠eliminate him.â ichiji looked down with regret, swallowing hard as he told you this. âgojo-san⊠heâs going to participate in the battle too.â
hearing that, suddenly you felt sick to your stomach. another reality crashed: satoru could end up murdering his best friend.
almost immediately, your womb clenched and throbbed with such intensity that your breath hitched, and you lurched forward, gripping onto ichijiâs arm tightlyâ
âahh!â a scream tore its way out of your throat as you crumbled to the ground. the vice-like gripping pressure that assailed you sent waves of pain coursing through your belly and there was something wet and scarlet trickling down your legs.
blood. you wheezed, whimpered and your voice came out in panicked gasps. âb-baby⊠my babyâ!â
âi will get you to ieiri-san!â ichiji immediately carried you back to shokoâs infirmary, trying not to turn into a blubbering mess. your anguished cries resonated through the quiet hall as you held onto your spasming abdomen, and ichiji could only pray with all his heart that you would be okay⊠or else gojo would definitely have his head.
he was informed through a phone call, that you passed out due to shock.
satoru felt his ears ring. everything blanked out afterwards. you were bleeding. you and your baby were bleeding. you werenât supposed to and he wasnât even there.
you were already so far along in your pregnancy and there was only a little over two months left before your due date. despite the impulse to scream at ichiji for subjecting you to such shocking news, he realized it would be futile, because in the end, you deserved to know.
he dashed towards the infirmary, the bandages on his eyes unraveling to reveal the bright glint of his six eyes as he met shokoâs stern gaze.
âwhere is she?â his voice came out ragged, almost in a growl, and his fists were clenched so tightly.
his remaining friend solemnly guided him towards your room and he wasted no time to rush inside, heart in his throat to make sure that no harm had come to either you or his baby.
â...satoru?â you were sitting on the bed, still pale, the swell of your belly was prominent even under the blankets. he looked at you with a mix of fright and concern and pulled you into his arms, breathing in your scent.
âyou alright?â he inquired, voice softened exponentially as he pressed kisses on your head. âdoes it still hurt anywhere?â
âno, shoko hasââ
âyour belly no longer hurts? baby okay?â his palm brushed against your abdomen, lips tugged into a very concerned frown, and when the baby kicked him was when satoru could finally heave a sigh of relief.
âyou scared me so much,â he whispered into your ear in a rasp and a sigh, before squeezing his eyes shut and reveling in your familiar warmth. one of his hands rested on where your baby was, to feel his twists and turns inside you, while the other continued to hold you in his embrace.
âsatoruâŠâ you mumbled, leaning against his sturdy chest and sensing the rapid beats of his heart. you felt exhausted and guilty for having mortified him, but you must clarify one thing. âthey said⊠geto will curse everyone⊠is that true?â
his heart sank at your innocent question. âfor now⊠can we just stay like this? i will answer you later, but for nowâŠâ
and you indulged him. over the years, you learned that satoru needed assurance in physical form more than you did. your heart fluttered as he patted your back and rubbed your belly many times, his worry crystal clear.
âiâm sorry i wasnât here⊠and iâm sorry that i tried to hide it from you,â he began. âin my defense, i donât want you to put you through more stress. you have our baby to worry about already.â
as he explained things to you afterwardsâabout how your once kind, respected senior was now radically persistent in his pursuit of eradicating non-sorcerers and targeted yuta, your eyes watered with tears once again.
âcan you stop him?â your lower lip trembled, beginnings of sobs welling up within you. âsatoru⊠heâs⊠wasâyour best friendâŠâ
geto suguru was an undeniable part of your vibrant youth. a part of you never got over how he decided to abandon everything during your last year of high school.
and you knew that your husband too must feel the same, with how crestfallen he looked now. it was the greatest betrayal for him to see the only person who understood him branched away to the worst path possible.
âshh... sweets, look,â satoru made you face him, the blue of his eyes darkening as he joined both of your hands together in his, dropping down on one knee before you. âfor now, pleaseâ please, just focus on yourself. i donât want you to get hurt.â
âbutââ
âi wonât be able to forgive myself if you or our baby are not the slightest bit fine.â
you went silent at that. gojo satoru never showed his weakness to anyone, and with you, rarely. yet, in this moment, he appeared vulnerable, confessing that losing the only thing that kept him saneâthis little family you madeâwould be unbearable.
âiâm fine, i promise,â you reassured, pulling your hand away before wrapping your arms around his neck, seeking his comfort and letting your tears to finally fall freely. âiâm sorry for earlierâŠâ
âdonât. i shouldâve told you sooner, that way you wouldnât bleed,â satoru firmly rebuked in a grave tone, his voice tinged with self-deprecation as he hugged you again in return, stroking your hair. âdid it hurt much? you mustâve been so terrifiedâŠâ
âi was spooked, but weâre fineâŠâ
âiâm going to take leave for the next few days, yeah? weâre going to be together. i can'tâin this state of mindâleave you alone.â
the thought of potentially losing your baby filled him with terror. everything else be damnedâincluding suguruâs atrocities, he had to take care of you first.
because you were the one who stood by his side when his world was at its darkestâyou had came to him with the light of the dawn. he was forever grateful to you for becoming the apple of his eye, mending his broken heart, and ultimately becoming his everything.
he wouldn't let anything happen to you. that was his vow to himself. and he was a man of his word.
. . .
it didn't occur to you until much, much later, after all was said and doneâafter you were notified of suguru's death on december 24, that his mind had been set since then, because satoru had never promised you that he would be able to stop him.
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