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wttcsms · 1 year ago

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as it was ; suguru geto.

pairing suguru geto x f!reader word count 4.2k synopsis suguru comes back, only to find that you've been waiting and wanting this whole entire time. content contains modern no curses!au, gojo's sister!reader, brother's best friend, creampie, pet names (good girl, baby), most of the fic is geto's introspection, possessive sex, mutual pining/longing author’s notes im not even horny for geto like that, but i wanted to write angsty smut abt spreading ur legs for a guy that left u & who else is better for this than geto <3

First words are always a bit tricky to get right, especially whenever he has to take into account that he essentially ghosted you a couple of years ago, after taking your virginity no less, and now he’s back in the godforsaken city he swore he was never coming back to, and he’s just at a loss about what to say and more importantly, how to say it.

He supposes an apology, for starters, would be a good first move. And maybe it would be, could be, should be, if only he wasn’t him and you weren’t you, and the two of you were not something so confusing and intricate that it’s hard to put into words and harder still to describe with emotions. The two of you are something raw and painful, both of you taking turns playing both sadist and masochist.

Even to himself, the extent of your relationship sounds twisted, but there was always an underlying purity to it, something that justified its existence. To this day, Suguru Geto is certain that you’re the only person who ever loved him for him, with a love so pure and just that he tries to hide it from everyone else before they can get their filthy hands on it and taint it, twist it into something it’s not.

Sorry I left won’t cut it, and Geto doesn’t even bother trying to come up with any other variations of apology because it’s not necessarily your forgiveness that he’s come back for. The opportunity to say “I’m sorry” and have it actually mean something has long since passed. All that’s left to say is the truth for why he left, which for some odd reason, seems even harder to do than his original disappearing act.

I missed you — that’s a slight improvement. It’s the truth, if not an understatement of it. He doesn’t regret leaving Tokyo, he just regrets leaving you. Which he could say, if you would actually open the door to face him.

He figures it’s what he deserves. He deserves worse, if he’s going to be entirely honest. He deserves a slap to the face, or a kick to his balls, or for you to tell him that you hate him, that you never want to see him ever again.

He knocks on your apartment door, harder this time, as if it’s something urgent. And maybe it is. He’s felt more like himself than he ever has after moving, but the solitude of the countryside got boring soon after, leaving him only with the ghosts from his past to keep him company. He thinks if he doesn’t see you, in the flesh, he might actually go insane.

He knocks again, only to be met with more silence and a door that’s starting to become more of a familiar sight than he would like. Fuck, what is he even doing? Showing up here was a bad idea to begin with, and it’s only seemingly getting worse by every agonizing second that ticks by. Even if you do open the door, there’s always the chance that you won’t let him get a single word in — that’d be the smart choice, anyway.

And you’re a bright girl, don’t get him wrong. Something about the Gojo bloodline makes your family incapable of producing anything less than prodigal sons and daughters. If you’re not proof of this fact, there’s your older brother.

Yet another reason why showing up here is such a shitty plan. Satoru will catch wind of his visit, and when he does, he’ll show no restraint in showing Suguru what all of his private boxing lessons are good for. A broken nose and missing tooth would be a fair exchange to see you for at least a second, though. A tradeoff that he doesn’t need to debate on.

You have to leave your apartment eventually. Suguru dances with the idea of just making camp outside your door and waiting for your stubbornness to fizzle out. It’ll be embarrassing, and your neighbors will surely have something to say about it, but it would be well worth it.

He hears the ding! of the elevator opening and human reflex causes his head to turn at the sound of the noise.

Oh.

The world becomes contradictory at this very moment. The air suddenly stills, but the atmosphere itself seems to come alive at the same time. Stagnant air, bursting with electricity and something awe-inspiring. Everything seems to slow down, but suddenly he’s acutely aware of just how alarmingly fast his heart is beating. It’s been a while since he’s last seen you, not even bothering to check up on your social media because he knows one DM from you would have him crossing the ocean to be back by your side.

The reason why you weren’t answering your door was simply because you weren’t even home. Relief floods his body, makes him less tense, only for him to stiffen up once more whenever his eyes trail over to the warm body awfully close to you.

Or maybe it’s the other way around, since you’re the one clinging onto him.

You and Kento Nanami both look like you two have seen a ghost, and all things considered, you wouldn’t be wrong.

“What are you doing here?” You’re the first to speak, with Nanami’s arm wrapped protectively around your waist, and it’s this closeness that’s the only thing Suguru finds himself able to focus on. It’s been years. He shouldn’t feel this way. You’re free to do whatever you want with whoever you want. It’s your life. He’s the one that chose to walk out of it, anyway.

“I just wanted to talk,” he answers. Which isn’t a lie. He wanted to talk. He wanted to fight and make up and fuck your brains out and beg for forgiveness and cook you breakfast in the morning and warm your bed, amongst other things, too. But, he figures the condensed version of his list will do, especially considering that three’s a crowd, and most of his itinerary was for your ears only. “Did I come at a bad time?”

You bite your bottom lip, slowly removing yourself from Nanami’s grip. Nanami looks at you first, concern evident in his warm eyes, eyes that you wish were just a bit darker and colder, so that they would be the ones you’re so accustomed to drowning in.

You like Nanami well enough. He’s kind and looks out for you, and sometimes you even consider making a move on him first since he’s too much of a gentleman to cross any boundaries. Then again, you don’t think Nanami sees you as anything more than a little sister, and the last time you fucked one of your brother’s best friends…

It’s why you just give Nanami a smile, one that tells him that you’ve got this under control. His facial expression doesn’t give any indication of what he’s thinking, but the glare he sends Suguru’s way says enough.

Suguru can appreciate the fierce protectiveness Nanami has towards you, but it doesn’t mean he likes it. Especially when it’s Suguru that’s considered to be the threat.

You move to unlock your door once Nanami makes his reluctant exit, and when you enter your apartment, you conveniently don’t shut the door. Suguru trails behind you.

You turn on the lights, your living room and kitchen blending together in an open-floor plan, bathed in the stark, white lights hanging from your high ceilings. Your apartment, at least what Suguru can see of it, is tastefully decorated. Courtesy of your mother, he’s sure. He would ask about her, ask how she’s doing, but he figures now’s just not the right timing.

It doesn’t seem to be the right timing for anything he wants to say. He wants to mention that he’s thought about you, thought about reaching out — sometimes to explain himself, and other times just to discuss the mundane aspects of life — but he thinks that would be even worse than apologizing. It would be cruel of him to dangle this information in your face, haunt you with the knowledge that all this time, he’s truly been avoiding you. Knowing you, you would have questioned him on why he didn’t bother reaching out, and he would have been stuck admitting that it’s simply because he was too scared that you wouldn’t answer.

“Want a drink?” You ask him, back facing him as you peer into your fridge. He catches a glimpse of shiny glass bottles, water bottled in Europe and with the optimal pH balance, he’s certain of it. His throat feels a bit dry, but he tells you no.

“I drank enough water on the drive up here,” he tells you, which again, isn’t a lie. Suguru feels a bit pleased with himself, even if it is a bit narcissistic of himself for expecting a pat on the back for doing something so simple. He supposes it’s just because he’s gotten so used to never being honest with himself — or others, for that matter — so his current streak for telling the truth seems like something to celebrate.

“I didn't drink enough.” You say, and he can’t tell if it’s alcohol you’re talking about or water. You’re a lightweight; yet another trait that seems to be passed down the Gojo family. That explains Nanami escorting you home, then.

“Aren’t you going to ask how I found you?” Suguru helps himself to taking a seat on the white couch in your living room. Because there’s no walls separating the two different spaces, he can still look at you from this position as you rest your elbows on your kitchen’s island, as if needing the support.

“If you wanted me to know, you’d let me know.” It’s the way you say it that reveals that this comment isn’t made just in reply to his current question, but for everything else Suguru was going to follow it with. Don’t you want to know where I went? Don’t you want to know why I left?

It’s amazing what humans are capable of. Nearly six years since the two of you have lost contact — since Suguru broke all contact — and yet, you can still read him just as well as he can read you. You see him for what he is, not whatever mask he wants to disguise himself with, and it’s scary, he thinks. Scary to be seen by someone. And nice. It’s nice to have someone know you’re a monster and still not run away.

He’s not quite sure what that says about you.

“It’s a bit of a funny story.” He says, trying to steer this conversation to a more lighthearted tone even though the two of you are nowhere close to feeling light and the jury’s still out on whether or not Suguru Geto has a heart. “You don’t need the reminder, but don’t ever tell Mei Mei a secret you want to keep.”

The mention of your shared friend — if Mei Mei can even be considered one — makes the corners of your pretty mouth tilt upward. Mei Mei was born with a silver spoon, but the running joke is that it wasn’t in her mouth because she bartered with the doctor and blackmailed him into giving her a gold one. If you have the funds, Mei Mei has the information you’re looking for.

She’s the only number Suguru saved in his phone contacts, and it’s only because he knew that if he needed anyone else’s number, Mei Mei would readily give it after her Venmo request goes through.

“Of course she would tell you my address.” You say, but you don’t sound upset at all. Just amused, like this whole situation is something endearing, and you don’t harbor any ill feelings towards either of them, even though both Suguru and Mei Mei technically violated your trust. Suguru more so than Mei Mei, but, well, semantics.

“Aren’t you mad?” The “at me” is unspoken.

“Mei Mei is a free spirit.” It’s a joke, and Suguru makes a sound from his throat that resembles a laugh. Mei Mei may do whatever she wants, but nothing about her comes free.

He knows you know what he was actually asking. He’s been trying to gauge your reaction to everything he says, trying to see if you hate his guts or not.

“I missed you.” You tell him suddenly, and while he’s imagined those words coming out of your mouth, it still shakes him up a bit. It’s hard constantly posturing as if he’s cool and collected, nothing ever bothering him, his body and expression never betraying him. But it’s his heart that gives him away, and it’s heart that you hold, and no matter what face he puts on, he knows that you’ll know what the words he won’t say are.

“Don’t apologize.” You continue, closing the distance between you two and opting to take a seat next to him. There’s about six inches of space separating you two. The distance shapeshifts in his mind, sometimes becoming mere millimeters and sometimes feeling more like there’s an ocean between you both.

The sorry was on the tip of his tongue and it traveled all the way there from his heart. It would be a waste of a journey for him to not say it, but he’s certain the apology would do more harm than good, even if it is genuine.

Suguru stands out against the stark white of your apartment. Your mom likes the aesthetic of it, and since it’s your parents’ money, you merely shrugged and let her do whatever she wanted. In his black pants and black sweatshirt, he looks almost out of place in your home.

The thought that he doesn’t belong makes your heart hurt more than the burn of the alcohol from tonight going down your throat.

You don’t waste time wondering where Suguru went because for all intents and purposes, you never even knew where he came from to begin with. You knew him since you were children; your favorite out of all your brother’s friends because it was always Suguru who let you tag along and trail behind them. No one really knows much about Suguru’s life, his past, present, and future all a big blur to anyone but himself. From the way he slowly turns to face you, dark eyes meeting yours, you start to think of the possibility that maybe not even Suguru is an open book with himself.

Suguru looks like a shadow, standing out from the brightness of everything that is surrounding him in your living room. You want to ask him the questions that plague your mind ever since he’s been gone, but you don’t, because you’re scared he is a shadow. One wrong move, and he just disappears from your grasp once again.

There are the hard-hitting questions, of course. The ones that search for why he left and why he told no one and why he didn’t bother taking you. Then there are the gentler ones that would still require him to rip himself open and bare himself to you, things like how’s your new place and meet anyone interesting? You feel his gaze travel from your eyes to the slope of your nose and the apples of your cheek, downward to your lips. The intensity of his stare makes you nervously lick your lips, a tiny, quick action, but his eyes greedily take in the sight of the tip of your pink tongue casually making an appearance, only to retreat behind your pretty pink, glossed lips.

“Are you mad that I came back?” Suguru finds himself taking the role of interviewer, since it’s evident to the two of you that you know better than to bother asking him any questions. He feels like you’re treating him a bit like a stray cat, all cautious and scared of provoking him or forcing him to run away. He wants to tell you that this is not the case and that he actually plans on staying this time around, but he hasn’t entirely convinced himself yet, so he’s not going to break your heart with any more empty promises.

“No. Like I said, I missed you.” He wants to be able to blame your honesty on account of you being drunk, but he knows that you’ve just always been honest to a fault.

“You shouldn’t.” He tells you this, and you scoff. Probably because Suguru is the last person who should be giving any sort of life advice.

“Guess what I’m thinking.” You say, and Suguru feels something come alive from within, like he’s been frozen for the past six years, and the more he gets to bask in the warmth of your presence, the more he starts to defrost. There’s not a single hint of anger or malice in your tone, just the familiar, lighthearted, girlish tone of yours.

“That you think I’m a creep and want me to get the hell out.”

You frown, rolling your eyes, tucking your feet beneath you to get more comfortable on the couch.

“I’m thinking about that last time you told me I shouldn’t be doing something.” There’s a gleam in your bright eyes that clearly spells out desire, and Suguru is very, very close to defrosting. In fact, there’s a heat that’s beginning to settle deep in him, and maybe he should know better than to indulge in it, but it’s been years, and you are sitting here in front of him, pretty and fresh, and his hindbrain takes the driver’s seat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But he does know, and he knows that you know that he knows, just as you seemingly know everything about him. Maybe not about his childhood — or lack, thereof — or what he’s been up to, but you know the important stuff. The things that make him tick and all the words he fails to say. Three words. Three words that he doesn’t think he’ll ever muster enough courage to say to you, but from the look in your eyes, you already know.

“I’ll jog your memory.”

And suddenly, your lips are pressed against his. You’re kissing him, and like the lovesick fool he is, he’s kissing you back. It’s pure muscle memory, maybe even animal instinct. He thought that leaving Tokyo was the right thing to do, and for the most part, it was, but with your lips perfectly melding with his own, he thinks that leaving was stupid.

Making out is such a juvenile ordeal, but he relishes in it because Suguru feels like he’s spent most of his youth trying to outrun it, and now he’s trying to take advantage of what his boyhood should have consisted of. The kisses are now bordering on sloppy and hazy, and somehow, you end up straddling his lap. He’s hard, and he should be embarrassed at popping a boner just from wet kisses, but it’s you. You have an effect on him that no one else does. His Achilles. The one weakness only he can feel.

Suguru knows that he is not a good person because a good person doesn’t go behind their best friend’s back and fucks their little sister. He had told, thirty minutes before introducing you to the feeling of his cock stretching you out, that the two of you shouldn’t be doing that. Suguru knows that he is not a good person because he cannot be any happier at the fact that history has a funny way of repeating itself. Six years later, and the two of you are back in a similar position.

You’re starting to rut against him, your dress riding up your thighs and exposing more of your skin to him. Suguru helps himself to handfuls of your soft flesh, squeezing in a manner that can’t be defined as gentle, but he loves how you take him as he is without any sort of complaint. All you do is let out a low moan, your pantyclad pussy grinding against his equally clothed bulge.

Your movements are a bit desperate, frenzied. You’re getting lost in pleasure already, and he hasn’t even done much to elicit such a reaction. The idea that only he can get you this riled up with doing so little makes him impossibly harder, and he looks down, realizing that you’re so soaked, your panties are practically translucent.

The two of you have the option of taking things slow, but neither of you want to do that. When you spend some time starving, you don’t savor the meal, you scarf it down.

That’s what the two of you are — hungry, greedy — as you both hastily strip as much clothing as you can bear to spend time getting out of. Your minidress is tossed carelessly on the living room floor, and Suguru can only bother with unzipping his pants and pushing down his briefs just enough to free his cock.

The intrusion of the tip of his cock entering your wet, needy cunt is less of an intrusion and instead akin to something rightfully returning to where it belongs. Your hands are tangled in his hair, and he relishes this feeling. This wholeness, this concept of being complete.

The inviting warmth of your pussy makes him want to cum right on the spot, but he can’t waste it. He’s spent years pining after you, missing you, and he wants you to feel like the time apart had been worth it.

“I missed you.” This time it’s him who makes the admittance. You tighten up at this confession, and it evokes a low groan from him, almost as if you had forced the sound to come from all the way down his throat.

“I know.” You gasp out, not able to speak clearly with how deep Suguru is hitting. Your living room is filled with the wet clicks and slaps of skin against skin, your juices coating his cock every time he pulls out.

The vein on the underside of his cock rubs against your walls, and the slight curve of it enables him to hit that gummy spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You’ve never given much thought to cocks, but you know that Suguru’s is the prettiest of them all.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He grunts out, lips brushing against the soft skin of your neck before biting down; gentle enough not to draw blood, sharp enough to still leave a mark. You rock against him, hips moving in tandem with his thrusts, the steady hum of pleasure continuously building up in your lower belly. You are dizzy with pleasure; blanketed in it, being spoon fed it.

He doesn’t need you to say it to know it’s true, but you moan it out anyway, both to appease him and because there’s a sort of pride in knowing that you belong to him.

“I’m yours. I belong to you.” The words are separated, punctuated, by the little gasps for air you give out because with every word, he thrusts up even harder, hitting that special spot that will have you cumming all over him, making a mess.

“Yeah?” It comes out sounding like a shaky breath, and he’s close, you know it, you can feel it.

Calloused pads belonging to fingers much larger than yours are being pressed against your clit. You’re soaked, and the dryness of his hands combining with your overall slickness gives way to delicious friction that has you cumming with his name as a broken moan filtering through your swollen lips.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He mutters, relishing in the way your walls tighten, spasm, clenching and unclenching sporadically as your body loses its energy and you press yourself up against his chest.

He follows after just a few more sloppy thrusts, the last one forcing himself as deep inside of you as possible. His cum is hot and thick, and it’s filling you to the brim. If he pulls out now, it’ll flood out of you, and the thought is both sad and hot at the same time. You want his cum inside of you, to serve as a reminder that this is real, that he’s real.

But seeing the physicality of him staking his claim, white seed dripping out of you, turns you on. Him, too, with the look of fascination and boyish wonder he has in his eyes as he stares at how the two of you are connected.

Before he can bother with confirming a round two, a sharp knock on the door has the two of you comically jumping a bit in surprise, both of you glancing at the door and then at each other.

“[Name], I know you’re in there!” You freeze.

Satoru.

Suguru wants to try to calm you down, whisper to you that everything’s going to be fine, but the anger laced in his best friend’s — former best friend’s — voice is enough to make him freeze up, too. Not just his icy tone, but what he says.

“I know you’re back, too, Suguru.”

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eustasskidagenda · 1 year ago

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First of all I really really really love ur writing

Can I request a fem reader dating law and they are like sleeping and law starts to have a really bad nightmare where he is hurting his s/or while sleeping? Like ALOT and she tries to walk him up but when she succeeded he already damaged her so much by accident? So he has her blood on his hands and stuff but he wakes up and he doesn't realise it so she just says u had a nightmare and tried to put him back to sleep while she is in pain

And she waits for him to sleep again to go out and treat her wounds BSc she doesn't want him to feel bad for hurting her

But while she is gone he walks up and the bed is empty and there's blood on him and the sheets so he gets out to search for her in panic and gets mad and feels bad etc

Angst angst angst tk fluff please

I love u so much

Hi sweetie! Tysm for your kind words! I love writing angst, but this one was quite a challenge, I had some struggles figuring out some things. But I hope the outcome will still match your expectations! And sorry it takes me some time for this one, I injured my back lately, I can't write for a long time. Anyway, tysm for requesting. ☆

☆Law having a nightmare where he's hurting his s/o

CW : f!reader, angst, hurt to comfort, blood, mention of bullet, spoiler if you haven't read/watched Law's flashback yet, violence, usage of DF

WC : 1,9k

Low, peaceful breaths. Legs entwined. Your head resting against Law’s tattooed chest and the silence of the cold, starry night. What a rare and beautiful moment. Law often can't sleep. The second you fall asleep, he usually just sighs and sneaks out of the bed. But tonight, his nightmares remained trapped under the pillows, not in his mind. He is beautiful when he can finally be at peace. The tired and dark expression on his face has been gone for a few hours. In his sleep, he looks for your warm touch. Maybe his body is always cold, as his heart is always kept in a cage, but your body is keeping him just warm. That's what you're in his tortured mind; solar.

He always finds solace in it.

Dark shadows. Screams of pain. Corazon falling on the ground. Bullet sound.

The night was supposed to be peaceful. It was peaceful just a second ago! Why are those memories haunting his mind again? What has he done to always be harassed with the same dark thoughts?

Scream. Corazon. Bullet. Scream. Corazon. Bullet. Again and again and again and a… it's endless. Trapped in his own mind, the world around him just disappears. It's just him, facing the ghosts of his past. That's what he gets for daring to fall asleep. How foolish he was to think that his nightmares would leave him alone, just for a few hours.

The shadows are following him in his gloomy, dark world. Why are they trying to kill him? He's not sick anymore. Corazon saved him. He has the right to live. Suddenly, an invisible hand grabs him and squeezes his throat. Tightly. Squirming on the bed, fighting against his own demons, Law breathes harshly. The real world is far away from his nightmares. All he can think about is this hand squeezing his throat. He can't even breathe anymore. But he can't die. Corazon saved his life. He died. Killed by his own brother.

Now, Law has to survive. That's his legacy. The Heart Pirates will beat loudly, etched in memories forever.

The shadows disappear suddenly, just as the squeezing sensation in his throat. A laugh echoes close to his ear. A large figure hovers over him. Pink feather coat, sunglasses, short blond hair, and big, fidgety hands, ready to steal his life again.

It's him.

Doflamingo.

He wants to kill him and steal his fruit. The one that Corazon robbed. No. Law won't let that bastard destroy the sacrifice made by Corazon. Law ferociously punches that damned heavenly demon right in its nose. Maybe he's a doctor, but he can't let this man live.

All he wants is to make him suffer.

To make him pay.

So he punches. Again and again. The only thing he can hear is Doflamingo laughing, as he always does, with his sinister, cold grin. "Just die," he shouts, his voice thick with anger and distress. The reality has vanished in his world of suffering. So he fights back. Harder.

"Law, wake up!" Why the hell is Doflamingo talking with your voice? Is this a fresh trap? This man is the master of manipulation. He can't be tricked again. "Law, please wake up and stay with me!" That soothing hand on his cheek is so soothing. Heavenly soft. Sweat drips down his forehead as he breathes harshly.

Doflamingo's silhouette fades away as soon as he opens his eyes. "Y/n-ya?" He tries to reach for your cheek in the dark bedroom. That touch, that skin, that warmth. So it's really you. "What happened?" He asks, his voice slightly shaky. He tries to regain his composure, breathing harshly, his heart racing crazily in his chest. "Nothing. You just had a nightmares."

Law notices a slight tremolo in your voice. "You're alright?" You just run your hand on his cheek. "Why are you asking me this? You're the one in pain. Just go back to sleep. I'm here. Nothing will happen. You're safe in this room." No, but that was too realistic. And he can't fall asleep right away. Not with a heart beating so loudly. Not with the rush of adrenaline. "Law, you have a lot of work tomorrow. Just try to sleep."

He tried to sleep so many times. It was never successful. However, he lies back as you gently push him against the mattress with your hands on his chest. You gently rub your thumb against his sweaty forehead. With his jaw tensed, Law obeys and closes his eyes, doing as you say. But those dark memories are etched in his eyes. Whenever he tries to sleep, the figure of Doflamingo is painfully present.

Bullet. Corazon. Sick people crying and begging for mercy. Again and again.

"Just sleep." You whisper, focused on him, only him, despite your own state of distress. You just hope he didn't notice the blood on his hands. The one that flows down your injured nose. It hurts. Mentally and physically. It's difficult to see him so tormented by his own thoughts. You can't let him see what he has done to you; he kicks you and almost strangles you. It wasn't him, right? Law would never lend a hand to you. He would never forgive himself if he found out. You have to preserve him. So you stay. Reassuring him until he finally closes his eyes, too exhausted to stay awake.

But a few minutes later, he wakes up, his body cold just as your side of the bed.

"Y/n-ya?" Where have you gone? Why did you leave him alone? Law grabs the candle lamp and the bedroom is lit by a dim light. There's blood on the bed. He doesn't panic at first. But he's confused because he knows your cycle perfectly, you are not supposed to be on your periods. Afterward, he glances downwards.

Blood. On his hands.

"Y/n-ya?" He suddenly stands out and looks for you. The Polar Tang is not that big. At last, he finds you in the small bathroom, with a cloth on your injured nose. Law looks at his hands, then at your body. There's slight bruises on your skin. That skin he cherishes so much. "What happened?" He already knows the answer, yet he's hoping for a different outcome. "I just hit my nose by accident, don't you worry."

You're really a bad liar.

And then, he understands. That wasn't Doflamingo, but you all the time. At first, he can't even speak. He remains there, his mouth partially open and his eyes filled with guilt. As a doctor, he promised to himself to always protect the innocent. His hands exist to heal. Not hurt. Especially not you. You are his precious girlfriend, the one who takes care of him. What have he done to you? Maybe it was a nightmare, maybe it wasn't him, but the outcome is the same. You're in pain because of him.

"I…" he wants to soothe your pain, but he steps back. What if he harm you again? He glances again at his shaky hands. There's blood on his tattooed fingers. He is disgusted by that sight. "Why didn't you tell me?" He wants to scream, to break something, but he's too confused by the red liquid on his tan skin. He reaches for the washstand and cleans his hands, watching the red turn pink. "You were already in pain" you whisper. "Damn, y/n-ya, look at you! You're bleeding because of me. I…" He struggles to speak in a clear manner. Law has always been logical, but right now he's acting impulsively and emotionally. "I'm so sorry…" tears prickle at the corner of his eyes. "Please… let me… help you…" he's afraid of frightening you. But you just nod and stop to hold the cloth against your nose.

Law kneels in front of you, looking at your red skin, slight bruises here and there, slightly swollen lips, and broken nose. His hands are trembling. "Shit," he whispers to himself. He tries to inhale deeply. He needs to calm down before he can heal you. And right now, you really need some assistance. "Law, it's alright…"

Of course, no, it's not okay! "You're in pain because of me, it's not alright!" Law utilizes his devil fruit to cure your broken nose. Gently, he forces you to throw your head back until the bleeding stops. "Wait a second," he whispers before reaching for a wet cloth. After removing all of the dry blood from your face, Law sighs, sits on the ground and remains silent.

The guilt is harassing his poor mind. Now, when he closes his eyes, there's Doflamingo, Corazon, and his hands are full of your blood. This thought will never leave him alone.

He's so unworthy. Despite his efforts, he still fails. Over and over. He failed to save his family. He failed to save Corazon. He failed. Again, and again.

Failure.

"Law, don't overthink, I'm alright." You whisper and wrap your arms around him. Such an irony. You're the one in pain, but you're soothing him by gently running your hands through his hair. "I'm sorry," he repeats once more. "Law, just listen to me… it wasn't you"

Perhaps, but it was his hands that did it anyway. Exhausted, tired and guilty, Law has lost all of his usual cold expressions. He never looked that fragile, human. You kiss him softly and lovely. Law struggles to kiss you back. He refuses to touch you because he fears hurting you again. "It's okay, I'm not mad at you. I still love you. We'll get through it." Nervously, he bites his lips. "Are you still in pain?" His eyes are begging you to tell the truth. "I'm not, thanks to you." He exhales with relief.

"You have to rest. Can you walk?" Even if you nod, Law carries you through the bedroom. He grits his teeth as he sees the blood on the bedsheets. "Wait" He just takes them off and redo the bed with fresh bedsheets. "Now, you can rest."

While you lay on your bed, Law begins to back away, ready to run to his desk. Nevertheless, you grasp his hand. "Don't run away." You understand that he's simply trying to avoid you. An aloof person like him just doesn't know how to deal with that kind of thoughts. "… Y/n-ya" with a sigh, he complies. That's the least he can do. Law flinches as you lean your head against his tattooed chest, feeling tense and nervous. I have already forgiven you, Law. You have to forgive yourself."

He simply mumbles. Of course, his tortured mind will never process that quickly. Fine. You'll wait. And you'll stay by his side. You will be the guardian of his peaceful nights. Slowly, you fall right back asleep. Law doesn't shut his eyes, not even for a moment. He stays here until sunrise and finally warms your face. When you wake up, he already left. But there's a fresh drink, some pills, and something to eat on the nightstand. And a short note.

'Please, come find me if you need something. And rest'

Law is always busy all the day and almost all of the night. And then, he just allows you to 'disturb' him whenever you need him. You can't help but smile. For someone like Law, it's like reading 'I love you'

Of course he loves you.

After all, he is the captain of the Heart Pirates.

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souiiore · 3 months ago

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arthur morgan oneshot!

pairing: arthur morgan x oc (name not mentioned)

cw: fluff if u squint ur eyes, cuddling, smut, spit, unprotected piv, slapping, fingering, MDNI, NSFW

wc: 2.5k

summary: Longing for her lover, she decided to take a peek inside of his tent, and perhaps sleep in his cot to escape the loud chatting and Dutch's annoying phonograph.

an: i js needed to write something where arthur finds oc sleeping in his tent after a long journey. it was supposed to be fluff, but things got wild :p

info: Arthur's tent is set on the outskirts of the camp, oneshot is set in chapter 3 ;)

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The sun began to set, hiding behind the horizon and casting warm tones of yellow, pink, and orange across the pale blue sky. The colors enveloped the clouds like a thick duvet, lulling them to sleep. She pulled the ends of her shawl closer together, her eyes darting around the peaceful lake. Her ears were assaulted by the sounds of camp members chatting and drinking together, and the frustrating noise of Dutch's phonograph echoed throughout the camp, preventing her from having a moment to herself.

Working alongside the girls and picking up on their continuous gossip during hot, steamy, and seemingly endless days without a momentary break made her head buzz with a prolonged headache. Perhaps a little getaway from the gang wouldn't be too bad, but she knew better, considering she was a woman in her mid-twenties. Wandering alone at night, outside of the gang, along the shore of the lake, or in the middle of a forest promised an easy kidnapping, or worse.

So, she had to settle for a not-so-calm yet much safer alternative: the tiny dock made of wooden planks leading into the stone-cold water. She stood there, her eyes darting around, observing the birds, and occasionally a splash of water drew her attention to the surface. What made it so incredibly boring and uneventful was the fact that her lover was away. Again.

With him constantly occupying her mind, it was hard to focus on anything else. She hated being dependent on him; however, she missed him dearly, and it made her heart ache with deep remorse. His tent had remained untouched since his abrupt departure, and she wondered if it still held his strong scent. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt if she took a peek inside. Besides, his tent was perfectly distanced from Dutch's infuriating phonograph.

So, with determination in her steps, she strutted towards his tent, untying the flaps and swiftly disappearing inside. The interior was a mess: his belongings were scattered everywhere, his cot unmade, and the thin blanket draped over the edge. She sighed to herself, picked up a pair of boots, and set them down on the ground next to a wooden crate. She picked up a shirt tossed on the ground, noticing a tiny hole in one of the seams, and made a mental note to patch it up later. The few photos on his desk she decided to stay away from, being careful not to invade his privacy more than she already had.

With a slight bend of her knees, she took a seat on his cot, her fingers ghosting over the pillow. Her nostrils filled with the familiar scent of musk and tobacco, and she found herself longing for the warmth his touch carried. She unlaced her boots and pulled them off, placing them carefully at the end of the cot. Exhaustion weighed down on her, and she leaned onto the pillow, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to keep warm. A slow breath escaped her mouth, and her eyes sealed shut, eyelids drooping with the weight of heavy slumber.

The sound of hooves bouncing against the soil resonated through the already loud camp; people were too busy getting themselves drunk to notice Arthur had returned from his adventures. He pulled his horse to the hitching post, tied the reins securely around the wooden stick, gave his mare a few pats on the neck, whispered praises in her ear, and pulled an apple from his satchel. The mare snorted in approval, and he watched her munch on it, his fingers threading through her mane. He then stepped closer to his saddle, untying his belongings and carrying himself, slouched forward with fatigue, to his tent.

The flaps of his tent were untied, and he was certain he had tied them when leaving so hastily. His fingers flew to his gunbelt, wrapping around his gun, and he slowly approached the tent, pulling one flap aside to make space for his entrance. The tent was dark and quiet inside, his eyes having a hard time adjusting. Then he heard a rustling sound to his right and relaxed, his features softening when he noticed it was her, sleeping peacefully in his cot. He remained careful and aware of his movements, not because he was cautious of his intruder but because waking her was the last thing he wanted.

He kneeled on the floor, untying the knot on his bedroll and rolling it out on the ground. He then took off his hat, tossing it on his wooden crate, unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt, and shook off his boots, settling down on the ground.

"What're you doin'?" A mumble came from above him, and he stilled.

"Didn't mean to rouse ya," he whispered, eyes searching for hers in the darkness.

"C'mere." She scooted over on the cot, turning to her side, making tight space for him.

He hesitated at first but then rose to his knees, squeezing his body behind hers on the narrow cot. His arm awkwardly lingered between their bodies, and she reached behind herself to grab his wrist, pulling it over her side, interlocking fingers and tucking it to her chest. She sighed in contentment, closing her eyes and lazily smiling to herself.

"I missed you," she sighed.

"I know," he mumbled, giving her a quick kiss on the neck, his warm breath fanning over the thin skin.

His fingers traced her collarbones, dancing curiously across her skin and sending shivers down her spine. Goosebumps covered her skin, and she leaned her head into him, caressing the back of his hand with her palm. He then released his hand from her grasp, his fingers drawing up her neck towards her jaw, then continuing upwards to her eyebrow, brushing messy strands of hair away from her face. His lips tenderly kissed her temple, and he released a shaky breath, tension slowly building between their bodies.

She pushed her hips back, arching slightly and brushing her ass against his crotch. An audible groan escaped his mouth, such a blissful sound to her ears. In one quick motion, she turned around to lie on her back, her eyes meeting his as they both stilled, perceiving each other's features with lust. She blinked up at him, her hand now grasping his bicep for stability, and she pulled him downwards, their lips locking in a passionate kiss.

His hand was quick to caress her neck, slowly yet firmly traveling down to her chest, where his fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the fabric apart, exposing her naked breasts to the chilly air. He then cupped her breast with his palm, and she silently moaned into the kiss in bliss, his warm palm in perfect contrast to the cold breeze. Her nails scratched at the clothed skin on his bicep, and her breath hitched when she felt his fingers gently pinch her nipple. The fire in the pit of her stomach was undeniable; her legs bent at the knees, her thighs squeezing together in a desperate attempt to create some friction.

The hand on her breast slowly caressed her stomach, proceeding lower to where the waistband of her bloomers hugged her hips. He pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his breath coming out in rapid inhales and exhales. He then pecked her cheek, his fingers diving beneath the waistband, her fingers twitching in anticipation.

She moaned when the pad of his finger slipped between her folds, but he quickly swallowed the sound with a rough kiss. Her thighs pressed together with more strength now, locking his wrist in place and preventing him from retrieving his hand from between her legs. His thumb then experimentally flicked her clit, another soft moan escaping her mouth.

"That feel good?" he questioned into her mouth, and she only hummed in response, unable to form a coherent sentence.

He repeated the motion a few more times before finally parting her folds and sinking a finger into her entrance, his thumb now applying pressure onto the bundle of nerves. Her fingers pulled at his sleeve, and she pulled away from the kiss to gasp for breath, feeling dizzy. His lips moved from her cheek to right below her jaw, puckering and nibbling at the skin.

"Arthur, take— take that off," she said between breaths, indicating his shirt that still covered his upper half, and she could feel him smile against her neck.

He quickly removed his hand from between her thighs, the action making her whine at the loss of contact.

"Calm down, girl. I'll be quick," he cooed.

Reaching with both of his hands for the collar behind his neck, he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground, his hand slipping past her thighs immediately after. She reached to grab at the back of his neck, his locks wrapping around her fingers as she threaded through his hair and pulled at his roots.

He added another finger and curled them inwards to brush against her sensitive spot. She mewled into his mouth, squirming beneath him. Her hips bucked into his hand involuntarily, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick her lower lip and sneaking past her teeth. She sharply exhaled through her nose, and he couldn't help but groan when she clenched around his fingers, his dick now painfully hard. With a harsh grind of her hips, he pulled out his fingers, her soft whimper filling his mouth. His fingers hooked around the waistband of her bloomers, and she raised her hips to give him easier access to take them off. He tugged them off, tossing them on the ground, then without a second thought unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, kicking them off with urgency.

"Fuck, c'mere," he growled as he grabbed the underside of her knee and pulled her leg over his waist, so now both of them lay on their sides with their chests and stomachs tightly pressed together.

He stilled, his hand coming to rub the skin on her thigh. "Ya ready?" he inquired, almost whimpered, with lust and need evident in his voice, and she nodded. "Yeah? Okay," he breathed.

He spat into his palm, grabbed himself at hand, and gave his cock a few firm strokes before aligning himself with her entrance. His other hand grabbed the back of her neck, tilting her head down along with his to watch him enter her, his forehead leaned against hers, and she let out a mewl at that. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of her made her head loll back, her eyebrows cinching together, eyes squeezed shut.

"It's okay, girl. Relax," he coaxed, pushing himself inch by inch in until he was fully sheathed, his pelvis flush against hers.

He stilled, the hand on her neck now cupping her jaw, his thumb brushing her cheek in a soothing manner. "Fuck, you're too—" she tried to speak, but he was quick to silence her with a kiss while murmuring a barely audible "I know, let me help ya."

His hand left her cheek and dipped between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit effortlessly and applying slight pressure to that spot. Her pussy clenched around him and it took everything in him not to cum on the spot. Besides being awkward with touch such as cuddling, holding hands, or kissing in public, he was exceptionally skilled when it came to intimacy, and it only baffled her how well he read her body as if it was a treasure map.

The stretch she felt from his cock entering her set her stomach on fire and sparked a slight pressure in her core, but when all this tension slowly began subsiding, she whispered a quiet, "You can move," delivered with a curt nod of her head.

And he did as he was told, pulling almost all the way out, only his head remaining swallowed by her entrance, then gently pushing all the way back, all the while his fingers worked on her clit and his lips claimed their spot behind her ear. He whispered praises into her ear, the mixture of his hips rocking into her and his voice in her ear making her release a moan into his ear which made goosebumps spread across his skin.

With every stroke of his hips, she let out a shudder of air through her nose, and her hands clawed at his shoulders. He suckled on the pale skin of her neck, very cautious not to suck too hard, but enough to make her whine in ecstasy. Her mind was elsewhere, her vision blurry, and all she could focus on was his dick pistoning into her, his lips and his voice in her ear sounding so desperate and needy, it made the coil in her stomach swirl dangerously, and she could feel herself clenching around him more feverishly.

Exhausted yet somehow full of determination, she began bucking her hips, meeting him halfway, and his hand gripped her by her ass cheek, pulling her even closer to close the already narrow gap, then delivered a slap to her skin, and she yelped in surprise, his palm immediately coming to soothe that sore, raging place.

"I couldn't help myself," he mumbled against her throat and moaned when her nails dug into his shoulders.

Their bodies now more or less glued together, their chests tightly pressed against each other, they could feel each other's hearts hammering in their chests and their rapid intakes of breath allowed him to reach even deeper inside of her, and under a slightly different angle, which fortunately for her was her sweet and so sensitive spot that made her see stars with each of his thrusts.

Her leg locked around his waist, and her heel dug into his skin, as if to push him and feel him even deeper inside of her to prolong and enhance the impact of his pistoning hips. The knot set deep in the pit of her abdomen was threatening to snap within the tension, and she gasped when his thumb flicked her clit, panting his name incoherently.

"Ar—Arthur, cum inside me—," she blurted out, and that was the last straw he needed.

She arched her back, arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold him as close as possible, moaning his name in sync with his last few thrusts as he guided them both through their orgasms. Her muscles spasmed and she could feel his cock twitch inside of her, now feeling full of him.

He exhaled sharply, kissed her forehead, and tried to catch his breath. His dick softened inside of her and he pulled out, both of them hissing at the loss of contact. Beads of sweat rolled down her temples and she breathed in, closed her eyes, and buried her face into the crook of his neck. His arm circled her chest and caressed her back, fingers splaying over her neck, drawing lazy patterns.

"What took you so long?" she groaned teasingly into his skin, and his chest rumbled with a heartfelt chuckle.

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eruminx · 2 years ago

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what the adult trio needs to be fulfilled in a relationship

hisoka needs...

- sex, excitement, and attention LMAO

- bro needs a round daily, he cant remember a day in his life where he hasn't came at least once

- except for maybe infancy and young childhood

- he's too horny for his own good

- needs to be your number one priority

- whether ur his number one doesn't matter

- you need to be ready to give him attention whenever he wants it

- unless he was trying to get a reaction out of you, he wouldn't ignore you because he understands the desire for attention

- but expect him to ghost you every now and then

- that doesn't mean he's not watching you, because he totally is

- he picked up a few trick from illumi lol

- and it's almost never personal

- buttttt, if you manage to trick him into opening up the ghosting and obsessive stalking would become more frequent

- he'd want to know more of your weaknesses than you know of his

- in a way, he does like to feel weak, only because it turns him on though

- if you manage to keep him excited and hold his attention for long enough, he'll get attached

- he'll be your dog LOL

- surprisingly loyal if the relationship is serious and you guys have known each other for multiple years

- simply because he knows he can count on you

- but he's not sexually monogamous, and doesn't super care if you are

- only allows one night stands tho

- would kill the person if they tried to continue anything

- and would bring you their head

- like when your cat kills a bird and then brings it to you cuz it's so proud of itself

- that's just his way of showing u how much he loves u LMFAO

illumi needs...

- control, submission, and patience

- he's a total control freak. classic manipulator shit too

- uses text book manipulation when you disagree with him so if you catch on it's not really a problem

- lacks a lot of understanding of emotional needs and empathy so you need to be patient and explain everything to him

- or else he'll be like "why are you crying? your grandma died? that isn't something worth crying over."

- he never ghosts you

- ignores you only if he's really really pissed

- you must always be in a close radius, you're never out of his sight

- of course he requires all your attention, you are his number one and he expects to be your number one

- you go on missions with him, and if you don't it's because you're at the Zoldyck mansion or smth

- you are always in his grasp

- youre his doll, ok?

- if you guys aren't married yet, he doesn't think you two are are "dating" he just thinks you guys are engaged with no ring yet

- is 100% monogamous, and if you aren't he will make you be monogamous

- will kill anyone who looks at you in a way he doesn't like so it's not like u have an option

- yes he loves his family but he loves you a little more

- if you were somehow able to convince him to run away with you he would come along

- deep down he just wants love and if you love him that's all he really needs

- luckily he's not very socially knowledgeable

- it would be very time consuming, not impossible, but it would take a great amount of effort (esp with kikyo smh)

- doesn't really like physical touch at first but trust me that man needs a hug.

chrollo needs....

- commitment, intelligence, and a fairytale love

- would never admit it sober

- but he's a total hopeless romantic

- he just desires for a true connection

- like one where you guys are literally meant for each other and no one else

- someone perfect for him

- one where you understand each other well, you don't even need to communicate you just get each other

- he does need communication as well

- he's gone his whole life feeling like everything is temporary, and he just wants something that is forever

- wants to grow old together

- needs your 100% commitment

- doesn't ghost you exactly, but he does disappear for periods of time

- he'll tell you that it's a work trip but won't specify, even if you already know about the phantom troupe

- he'll be gone from two weeks anywhere to five months.

- but would never leave you hanging

- he'd send you stuff and text you everyday

- wants you to devote yourself to him

- at first he'll make you think he's devoted himself to you, but eventually he will come around and start to be more serious after a year or two passes

- bro doesn't want to be talking to a wall

- so you actually need to be capable of conversation and complicated discussion

- would form a book club

- by that i mean it's just you two and you read the same book to be able to discuss it passionately

- he is very passionate in many ways

- also you are to stay out of troupe business no matter what

thank you for reading and supporting me :) - eru

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 11 months ago

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HIHI CAN U PLS DO A THING WHERE ETHAN LIKE SENDS NUDES TO READER AND THEY LIKE EXCHANGE NUDES LIKE THAT AND IT ENDS IN A SMUT?? MY REQUESTS NEVER GET CHOSEN AND I LOVE UR WORK 💗💗

This one got lost in my wip, I'm really sorry

Warnings: 18+, nudity, masturbation,

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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You were sitting at your and Mindy’s dorm, catching up on Love Island when you got a message from Ethan. It wasn’t often that he would text you, but since the rest of the group was out for a date night, you figured he was alone too.

Ethan: Hey? It’s me. Do you want to get pizza together?

Pizza sounded nice, but it was raining outside and you didn’t want to get drenched. Ethan was bummed but he understood, and surprisingly you continued texting. Casual conversation turned into sharing small anecdotes about your lives and the next thing you knew, you were sexting and sending nudes.

A rush of heat flushed through your body, adding a new one to the chain of nsfw pictures. In this one, you were on your fours on your bed with your bare ass in the air, the angle making it look bigger. You had a shirt on, but your leaned down upper body was giving Ethan a nice view into your decolletage.

Seconds later, your phone vibrated with a new text.

Ethan: I should be studying but 🥵You’re making me unable to study…

A sweet giggle left your lips. The smallest glimpse of your body made him horny...even if it was just your nipples poking through your shirt.

Mindy would be laughing her ass off if she knew who you were sexting with. She had made her dislike of Ethan very clear at the beginning of the school year, so you preferred to keep this exchange quiet. It also wasn’t anything to talk about with your friends. Who you were sharing nudes with was none of their business.

The next picture came from Ethan. You had just gotten back from Tara’s when you received it. Something bubbled in your stomach when you saw his name on your lockscreen. You knew from Tara that he had been training with Chad all afternoon, which made you suspect that it was him right out of the shower.

Unfortunately, it was not…

Instead, Ethan was leaning against his mattress, his thumb hooked over the waistband of his gray sweatpants, tugging them down just slightly to expose the soft line of hair disappearing lower. You bit your lip, seeing the way his cock strained against the fabric.

Ethan: I’ve been staring at your nudes and I’m really horny

You quickly asked Mindy when she’ll be back from Anika’s, then undressed for a night of self-care.

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sturniolosfavkayleigh · 27 days ago

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the shadows

a/n:This is my first published thing ever, so lmk if it's good or not, I love u all sm n ur all beautiful !! This is not proofread.

《the love she felt for him consumed her a lot more than what she thought it would when they first started dating. she loved him so much that when he left, she lost everything she thought she knew, everything that made her happy, everything that brought her out of that dark hole she would find her self in when things got bad. now that he's gone, she's found herself in that dark hole once again.

《he's found himself talking outloud, hoping she could hear him, even though he knew it was impossible. did he know why he left? yes. he knew she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. now that she's gone, he's fallen back into that deep dark hole that consumes him,one of which she's gotten him out of. not even chris and nick can seem to help.

《she always thought she feared arguing, but now that he's gone she misses it. she sees his face in the morning light. but he's not really there, just shadows in her mind. they used to talk until the stars disappeared. now it's the silence that she fears.

《he would take walks, trying to clear his mind of how messy it has become since the lost of her. but he would find him self in the same streets they would walk together on. every street they once walked together on now feels cold, and tight. he thought maybe in another life they would find their way back home, but for now he'll roam the streets. forever on his own. every city light blurring as he walked with tears in his eyes. when he would drive home, he would find himself playing her favorite songs, but the melody he once learned to love because she loved it, was now hollow.

《she would drive down the coast, as the sun is sinking low, the memories of them roll in like every wave in the ocean. she would see their shadows and silhouettes dancing on the sand. she swears she hears his laughter in the wind. she wants to keep driving, keep chasing the dreams they once shared together, of the time back when they were free. but now he's just a ghost, a shadow in the back of her mind. with every step she takes is heavy of the weight of him.

《he tried to play the part, the man he knew she needed, but his own doubts cut him, cause him to bleed out. she was his star, and he was just a shadow. so he has to leave, let you find her own light. he couldn't hold her back, it wasn't right. she deserved the world, and he couldn't give her that. he knew she was upset now in that deep dark black hole, he brought her out of. but he kept telling himself maybe one day she'll understand, it wasn't her it was his own trembling thoughts and hands that couldn't hold onto something that was real. he had to let her go, to give her a chance to heal.

《she would sit on her bed late at night. rereading the letters he wrote her, every line so thin. searching and scanning every thin line, trying to find the love that was hidden within. but the silence was louder than any scream. now she was left, chasing a shadow. why couldn't he speak? tell her what he was feeling? maybe he was a coward. but whatever the reason was, she's now left alone, feeling numb. now the love her life now feels like a dream that's not real, one that she feels like she's chasing but will never catch up to. they were once so close, but now their worlds apart from each other. and all because he couldn't share his heart. love needs words to survive, but without them it all slowly dies.

a/n: This will be come a series, which would have actual dialogue!!♡

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#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolosfavkayleigh

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gothushi · 3 months ago

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partially because it's been the flavour of a lot of my interactions with your bots : But which of our boys would be absolutely a *mess* when they find out you're pregnant? Who's the most likely to be just constantly trying to spoil and protect you? And... who is most likely to run? (not ACTUALLY run, but sort of wants to at the beginning)

(brought to you by a recent interaction with one of your Seb bots panicking over a pregnancy)

THISSSS ive been wanting to delve into the boys being dads and dealing with pregnancy but ive nvr done it before nor have i read much in terms of tht.

for the boys most likely to be very protective.. spoiling u a lot… i think we know the obvious answer. rob. and in other terms, nikolai. those two are definitely the most territorial of the boys and charlie is just under them. all three would actually be completely overjoyed, but also violently protective. rob wld refuse to leave on any work trips longer than maybe a few days, nikolai wld be by ur side constantly, and charlie trusts u enough for him to be away for work during the day but once he’s home he’s all over u glued to ur side to do anything u need. even in the early stages of pregnancy, nikolai especially is very territorial. keeps u behind him, hand on u at all times, keeps u marked as his, growls at any others who get too close to u. some feral vampire thing. rob constantly babies u. always massaging ur sore muscles, rubbing ur feet, he takes over the cooking and cleaning even when u tell him he doesn’t have to. charlie does the same, fusses and snaps at u to stay down, sit, stop getting up, ask for things, but he does it all with love even if he sounds kinda angry.

also, speaking of charlie. i think if it were in the early stages of ur relationship he’d be scared at first. he didn’t have anyone to care deeply abt before, so the thought of smth so intimate happening, u carrying his child, has him a bit terrified, and he doesn’t necessarily run but he does pull back a bit, is more snappy, stays at work longer, he’s smoking more often, until u just end up breaking down bc u think oh god he doesn’t love u anymore he regrets it. but once that happens he snaps out of that headspace and completely switches up, confesses his genuine undying love for u as he had before, reassures u that this is really what he wants, he was scared. it takes a lot for him to admit that. babies u, does everything the others do in the end.

i think simon wld actually run. if we’re talking in the midst of brendan stuff, he’d easily shut down his brain and just disappear. completely go ghost on u and u just have no idea what happened. u worry that he’s dead or smth, yk? but after a couple months he comes back, completely broken as a man, tired and wanting to just live his life again free of this mess. (i fesr all the boys would eventually be sweet, caring, rub ur sore muscles, cook meals for u, look up things that can help, all of em. some just lean more some ways.)

ernst wld just looove to start a family. i think he’s such a girl dad. he’d cry like a baby when u tell him. wld be so attentive to ur every need, wld know a lot of different remedies and things to make u feel better bc he researches everything easily, remembering little details abt what u like. same with father anthony. ugh just looooves to be a dad.

depending on where we’re at in lukes story is how he’ll react. if it’s earlier in his career, before his eye injury, he’d probably be pretty fucking terrified. i don’t know if he’d go as far as to ghost u bc i mean .. u know where he lives. u know his game and practice schedule. so. can’t rly do that even if he wanted to. but he’d be a bit distant, more harsh, more anxious around u. he’s absolutely terrified of passing on his condition, terrified of ruining someones life, and he doesnt rly know how to like … love smth like that. he’s still got his own issues w u, how’s he supposed to raise a kid? but, it gets worked through. similar to charlie, u either end up breaking down or just straight up snapping on him. gets his head outta his ass real quick. if it’s a bit later after he’s retired, recovered from surgery, adjusted to his new life, he’s thrilled beyond belief. granted, if it’s too soon after everything happened and he’s dealing with everything he’ll probably panic a little but then just sob bc he loves u so much and he wants a family so bad no matter how scared he had been

now seb.. it’s kinda same how w luke, it depends on where ur at in his life. early on if he’s still dealing with severe issues, bad anxiety, his bipolar and anger problems, i mean, he’s just a mess. walks right out and u don’t hear from him for a few days. it takes a long time probably to get everything straightened around again .. and get him into some therapy and on some medication. but, again like luke, if it’s a bit later on after he’s opened up abt his issues, after he’s accepted help and has slowly learnt to cope, regulate his emotions, found some meds that work for him, i mean.. tbh i think he’d be pretty damn happy. i think he’s such a girl dad too. wld probably take a little while to like … remember everything u need help with.. and by god are ur mood swings throwing him for a loop. often jokes ‘is this how i was?’

#extinction rob #rob extinction #extinction rob x reader #nikolai beyond the rave x reader #nikolai beyond the rave #charlie the stomach #charlie the stomach x reader #simon walker #simon walker x reader #ernst stranded #ernst x reader #father anthony x reader #luke davenport #luke davenport x reader #seb as if #seb as if x reader

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yanderecrazysie · 10 months ago

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i love ur yan kokichi omg i need more... plot can be whatever u want go crazy babe

I hope this turned out okay- I decided to mess around a little and came up with this plot. A bit cheesy and short, but my brain isn’t working well.

Title: Frayed Edges of Sanity

Pairings: Kokichi Ouma x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Kokichi is a ghost, murder

Summary: Are you losing your mind, or is someone behind all of the hallucinations after all?

“Fighting the fear of fear

Growing conspiracy, myself is after me

Frayed ends of sanity

Hear them calling”

-From “Frayed Edges of Sanity” by Metallica

“So this is the place,” you wrinkled your nose a little as you looked at the decaying house.

A patchwork roof riddled with holes, peeling paint, a generally displeasing aura… that about summed up the manor you were met with.

But it was a house. And it was free. What kind of person would turn that down?

Apparently your great uncle, who you had never met, had entrusted this house to you for some reason. The whole thing seemed like a scam but here it was- an actual place to live. No strings attached.

There was no path to the front door, so you walked through the yard, grass crunching under your boots. The yard is choked with weeds and the grass is turning brown. The entire property is one big mess.

“This is going to take a ton of work,” you groaned. You should’ve known this would be a little too good to be true.

But still, it was a house. Not your tiny, musky, thin-walled apartment or an extra room at your parents’ place.

You unlocked the door and pulled it open, ignoring the ear-splitting creak it gave you in reply. There was a mirror in the entryway and you nearly walked by it, when something in your peripheral vision flashed in the glass. You took a step back, but the mirror didn’t show what you thought you’d seen.

No dark-haired boy in sight.

You shook your head, banishing the thought from your mind. It had simply been a trick of the light, that’s all.

Your therapist had suggested you keep a journal to document your mental state. Since you were starting over your life in a new home, you might as well start a new habit.

January 8th

Got a new house! Finally out of that awful apartment.

Looking forward to a brand new start.

—-----------------------------------

January 26th

I feel like someone’s watching me. And all night, I hear giggling.

I think I’m going insane.

You put the pen down and buried your face in your hands. Every day, you felt like you were slowly going crazier.

Your furniture kept rearranging itself, your possessions kept disappearing, you kept hearing a voice whispering in your ear, telling you to turn around, only for you to find nothing there.

You climbed into your bed and pulled the covers up to your ears. You closed your eyes but the feeling that someone was watching you was overwhelming.

You opened your eyes and were met with a pair of purple ones.

“Good moooorning, sleepyhead!” A playful voice met your ears. Your blood ran cold- that voice was the same one whispering and giggling in your ears since the day you walked in.

The dark-haired boy was floating upside down, arms behind his head as he regarded you with amusement.

“Who… What are you?” You demanded, scooting back on your bed until your back hit the headboard.

“I’m Kokichi Oma,” the boy replied. He puffed out his chest and added, “I’m a ghost.”

“Why am I only seeing you now?” You asked suspiciously.

“Get up,” Kokichi’s grin grew, “Get up and you’ll see.”

He held out a hand to you, but you waved it away from you, anger bubbling up inside of you. He’d been bothering you for weeks, making you think you were insane.

You slowly stood up, watching Kokichi carefully. He merely gave you a closed-eyed smile and pointed behind you, “Now turn around.”

You obeyed him and, as soon as you did, your entire body froze.

There, on the bed, lay your body.

Your eyes were open, unseeing, glazed over with death. Your skin was several shades lighter than it usually was and a dribble of blood had dried on your lips. A knife was driven through your chest, blood soaking through the shirt in the area around the blade.

“I’m… dead…” You stared at your body, realizing only now that you were just a spirit, “Kokichi… what happened?”

“I killed you,” Kokichi supplied cheerfully.

“What?!” You shrieked, “Why?”

“So you could finally be with me,” Kokichi pouted, “You couldn’t even see me while you were alive. But I hung out with you for a while and decided that we should be together!”

“What is wrong with you?” You screamed, “You killed me because you wanted me to be able to see you?”

“That’s not the only reason,” Kokichi said, “Now, I have you all to myself.” Kokichi let out a loud giggle, “If you don’t believe me, try talking to anyone else. They can’t hear or see you.”

“I’m all you’ve got left.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 #yandere kokichi #kokichi ouma

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ofmermaidstories · 1 month ago

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ok ok okokokokok. my (rough) updating idea for the schedule is: the horror/ghost (formally halloween) bakureader fic, then maybe the first chapter of my gravity falls fic and thennnn back to shouto.

the logic behind these choices is: i’ve wanted to do the horror/ghost thing for a million years now and im convinced if i don’t do it this year i will shrivel up and die and also for halloween next year i wanna write something cutesy ala 90s kids film style, so the rancid misery vibes that have been ruining my life while working on it have to GO!!! they need to be exorcised they need to be returned to the grave i simply cannot function like this anymore it’s ruining everything my sleep my complexion EVERYTHING.

second item: gf fic, i am kinda wrestling with a) The WIP Guilt lmao, and b) wondering if it’s better or not to disappear for a bit to write the gf fic in it’s entirety, and also chapter two of the shouto fic, then reappear to dump them all accordingly. 🧐 the fact of the matter is i am desperate to do this (the gf fic), like, very much in a i-will-gnaw-my-own-arm-off kinda way, but also i am very consignent (that’s not how that word is spelt, what word am i looking for???) that out of the gf fic and the shouto fic the shouto fic is simply more important. 😩 well, as important as any piece of fan-written fiction can be LOL, but you know what i mean. i keep telling myself i can slide the gf fic into the lineup with minimal disruption because it will be shorter than the shouto fic—no 30k chapters here, probably—but idk idk. it’s better practise to like, write everything in one go but……. 🥺 idkidkikdkdkidkdkk this is an argument i need to have out with myself LOL.

anyways, shouto fic. im not worried about it bc it’s constantly there, overhead, like the first star in the sky every evening lmaooo. it’s there when im plotting the gf fic and it’s there when i work on the horror/ghost fic and it’s especially there whenever i do anything for the bakuweeds one-shot collection. the wait is intolerable i know, but thank-u for ur patience and i promise i will work hard on it to make it fun to read!!!!!

#housekeeping 🧹

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l0velynalani · 1 month ago

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CAN YOU DO A REIGEN X READER WHERE READER IS A FANGIRL OF REIGEN'S WORK? IVE BEEN READING UR WORK FOR A LONG TIME AND I LOVE EVERYTHING U WRITE !!!

"UNEXPECTED FEELINGS!?"

You’ve always admired Reigen Arataka, the "self-proclaimed" psychic, from afar. His confidence, charm, and ability to deal with any supernatural situation never failed to leave you starstruck. It didn’t matter if people said he was a fraud (He is...)But to you, he was brilliant.

Today, you had the rare chance to finally meet him. You nervously held your phone, checking and rechecking the location of Spirits and Such Consultation Office. After a deep breath, you gathered the courage to push open the door.

A chime sounded as you entered, and there he was — Reigen Arataka himself, sitting casually behind his desk, flipping through paperwork like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Oh, a new client?” Reigen’s voice was smooth and charismatic. His eyes locked onto yours, and your heart nearly stopped. He gave you a welcoming smile, the kind that would make anyone feel at ease.

“Uh, yeah,” you stammered, trying to keep your cool. “I’ve…heard a lot about you, Reigen Arataka.”

Reigen stood up, approaching with that signature confident stride. “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised! People come from all over to seek my services,” he said with a wink. “What kind of spirit problem are we dealing with?”

You blinked, suddenly realizing you hadn’t prepared any fake ghost story to tell. “Oh, um… I don’t actually have a ghost problem. I’m here because I, uh, admire your work.”

Reigen paused, eyebrows raised. “Admire my work, huh? You mean, like a fan?”

Your cheeks heated up, and you nodded. “Yeah… I’ve been following your cases for a while. I think you’re incredible.”

For a second, he looked caught off guard, then quickly regained his composure. “Well, well, I guess my fame has finally caught up to me,” he joked. “But I appreciate the admiration. It’s not every day I get to meet a fan.”

You smiled sheepishly, feeling both excited and embarrassed. “Yeah, you’re really amazing. The way you handle spirits and help people—it’s just inspiring.”

Reigen chuckled. “Inspiring, huh? I’ve heard a lot of things, but that’s a new one. You’ve got good taste, Y/N.”

He leaned casually against the desk, closer than you expected, and you could feel your heartbeat quicken. The office felt smaller all of a sudden, and you realized you were standing just a little too close to him. Before you could back away, Reigen's expression shifted, softening as his playful tone faded.

“You know,” he said quietly, “most people don’t see this side of me. They see the psychic, the con man, maybe even a hero—but not many take the time to appreciate the person behind it all.”

You blinked. Was he being serious right now? “I see you,” you said, almost in a whisper. “I think you're a lot more than just the show you put on.”

For once, Reigen seemed genuinely caught off guard. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world outside that little office disappeared. It was just the two of you, standing close, with unspoken words hanging between you.

Then, in a move that surprised you both, Reigen reached out and gently took your hand. “Y/N… I’m not usually the one who says this kind of thing, but… maybe I’ve been too busy putting on a show to notice what’s right in front of me.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening. “Are you… saying what I think you’re saying?”

Reigen gave a soft laugh, his usual bravado fading into something more sincere. “I guess I am. What do you say, Y/N? Maybe we could figure this whole thing out together.”

Your heart leaped in your chest as you smiled back at him. “I’d like that.”

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I know this feels rushed i just saw this request and I felt bad cause this was long overdue....

P.S: I wrote this on the toliet

#reigen arataka #reigen #reigen x reader #arataka reigen x reader #aratake x reader #mob pyscho 100 #mob pyscho 100 x reader #mb100 reigen x reader #reigen mob psycho

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tiredlilguy · 1 year ago

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I was intrigued when I saw that ur reqs r open.... and u take nijisanji EN request ?? count me in xsoleil x ghost!reader.... that haunts the building, and the reason is.... "why not". can be teasing and joking but thats up to u :3, prefered HC or scenario........ ty ty

OH MY GOD A.DLSKFJA;LSDKFJ;ASLDKFJ;ALDSKFJ TYSM FOR REQUESTING NIJIEN >:D IM SO HAPPIIIIII. i did small hc's and scenario's... so i hope you enjoy

pairing(s): Xsoleil (separately) X GN!Ghost!Reader platonic/romantic up to interpretation cw: N/A, not proofread desc: they all decide to go to an abandoned building to see if they find any ghosts. they do, but it just so happens to be you. you haunt them, but they have their own ways of reacting to it

Doppio:

pio-chan gives me the energy that he would try to play cards with you

Like magic tricks… idk, I can just see it

At first he kinda scream in your face but when he realizes what you’re true intentions are he tries to be chill

He would probably be trying to exorcise you in his head though

He thinks magic tricks are going to exorcise you… it’s ok, let him cook

Maybe it does in the end, and then halfway through finds himself kind of sad that he can’t show you his magic tricks anymore

Crossing his arms, Doppio felt himself grin as he switched the cards out from behind his back. You watched curiously, not seeing him switch the cards. Soon enough, he pulls out your card:

An ace.

“ Is this your card?!,” he says excitedly. You nod and clap your hands as he prides himself on his winnings (even though he cheated). You start to fade away before his very eyes. Doppio now stares at where you were kneeling across from him. He frowns as he feels a little empty inside, now that you’re gone, but at least the exorcism worked.

Hex:

tries to flirt with you

Thinks his rizz with exorcise you, but in reality it just makes you feel flustered, so you disappear so that he doesn’t have to see you embarrassed

I can see him not getting scared upon seeing you, and noticing that you were just haunting the school because you wanted to

Flirts you to death

“ Are you a ghost? Because you’re drop dead gorgeous,” he finger guns at you with a wink. You were flushed at his comment, replying by looking down nervously. You notice him eyeing you up and down,” Damn babe, you’ve got a killer body… and I’m here with a death wish.”

Soon enough you’re way too flustered to be staying there. As you felt heat reach to you face, like it never does, you fade away. However, not because he exorcised you, but because he made you feel embarrassed. Hex watched as you faded away and frowned,” Still had more pick-up lines, but ok.”

Kotoka:

she wants to get to know you

You’re so cool!

I can see her complimenting you

She would also embarrass you somehow into fading away, no she did not exercise you

She just probably showers you with compliments so much that you fade away

“ Woah! There’s a real ghost!,” she jumps up, running over to you. You back away, despite knowing that she actually can’t touch you. “ Here, let’s take a photo!,” Kotoka smiles, pulling out her phone and posing with you. You hold up two piece signs. The picture gets taken and she shows it to you, you nodded in approval.

“ You’re so cool! I really like your outfit,” she smiles,” Is that what you died in?” You nod in response. Before she can compliment you again, however, you wave at her as you fade away to run off somewhere else.

Meloco:

she’s the one who’s actually trying to exercise you

Though upon meeting first, she tries to throw a chair at you

Which fails because it goes right through you

After that, she starts screaming and begins exorcising you

She’s unsuccessful though because she keeps stuttering

“ Y-you who h-h-haunt this p-place in the name of the L-Lord!!!,” she says as she holds up a cross at you. You look at her curiously as she continues to chant. “ B-b-begone at once!,” Meloco waves the cross in the air exasperated. You raised a brow, looking at her confused.

“ Ah damnit!,” she gives up, throwing the cross at you. Well… through you.

Ver:

is genuinely curious to know where you came from

He’s pretty level-headed though

I can see him somehow making you cry by asking you about your past

So you fade away :(

But you knew he was just trying to be nice, so you left him a little note

“ So where did you come from, oh gosh?,” Ver looks at you curiously. Since you can’t speak, you shrug your shoulders. “ Did you die happy?” You nod. “ Do you miss the people you used to live with?” You nod. However, tears start to well up in your eyes. Before he can ask another question, you fade away.

However, where you stood, there’s a little note:

“ Thank you for being nice.”

#them #xsoleil #xsoleil x reader #nijisanji en #nijien #nijisanji en x reader #nijien x reader #they're so silly #hex haywire #ver vermillion #doppio dropscythe #kotoka torahime #meloco kyoran #mono writes

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