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"What made you follow your mutual" I don't know. I don't remember anything. In my mind we were mutuals at birth. Since the dawn of time. The start of the earth's spin

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mutuals i am politely asking you what color i remind you of

men have one homoerotic rivalry and make it everyones problem for the rest of their life

A Cursed Forest

Synopsis: in which you journey on with dragon!sukuna who runs into someone he knows Word Count: 2k Warnings: cursing, not proofread Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3

You have been walking for hours and hours since dawn break when the first light lit up the entrance of the cave. On that morn, the Cursed King had shifted into the form of a man — hulking and terrifying, a true beast — and strode forth from the cave with no instruction to guide you. Yet, you knew better than to utter a query or seek command, for his will was plainly wrought: follow him wherever he pleases. 

So you did. 

The ground was dry, cracked, and parched as if no rain had ever lay even but a kiss upon it. The sky darkened with the threat of tempest, though no breeze stirs the air, nor no sound, and no sign of life in the forest. It frightened you impossibly further, for you were so certain the trees were alive all through the night, but then, as your captor, or your saviour, you’ve yet to know, marched along, with you in tow, you knew then that it was his very presence that commanded an eerie stillness upon every branch, every leaf, and every critter that had made this place its home. 

Sore and bruised, your feet ache with every step; you dare not complain. Instead, you pray to the Heavens that your stomach will not grumble so loudly and that this destination the King has in mind arrives soon, for there is not much more you can give. 

Power coursing through his veins, he does not seem affected by this long journey through the forest. He is not lost, he does not thirst or hunger, he does not stumble or slow his pace. He is as steady as time and just as silent and merciless. 

A step for him is a leap for you, and you are struggling to keep up. When you stop by a tree, leaning against the rough bark to catch your breath, he stops, too, but he does not meet your eye. He simply stands tall, his unclothed back rippling with tension, and you rush to your feet, not wanting to irritate him with your weakness. 

He journeys on wordlessly. 

Midday passes, and you have not eaten, drank, or rested. Your mortal limitations are dragging your limbs down, forcing your mouth to dry and your vision to spin. 

“M-my Lord,” you stutter, nails pricking your palm, “if I m-may, I do not think I can go on much longer.”

Halting ahead, he turns and regards you with his full attention. He’s looking, really looking, and what he sees displeases him greatly. With a sneer, he makes a sharp turn and mists away. 

You slump to the ground, ashamed of the way your knees quiver and how blood so easily leaks from shallow cuts on your bare feet. You are just as your family says: weak, pathetic, and useless. Nothing had ever prepared you for this twist of fate, from being cast out to being offered as sacrifice for the drought and then to taking on the role of companion to the most monstrous beast that plagues the Kingdom of Eden. 

It is a mockery. 

The salt in a wound that runs deep and defines you. 

“Drink.”

Your eyes had shut without your realisation and when they open, you think perhaps you are delirious, because you are somewhere different. Still imprisoned in the Dark Forest, you are now at the river that pierces straight through. Rushing forward, you slurp down the fresh water. Life pulses in your very heart. It is cool and refreshing and everything you needed.

Dripping down your chin, the water you cup in your hands is soaked up by your dress more so than your own lips, but you cannot find the decency to feel shame in front of the King. 

Heat blasts your back, sudden and light, and you feel it tickle your skin. Behind you, your captor holds a charred bird, smoke curling out of his mouth. He throws it in your lap when you turn, staining your dress and threatening to burn your thighs. 

“Eat.”

It is as delicious as the meat he had allowed you to feast on the previous night. Strength floods your stomach, rich and filling. This is the most fortunate you’ve ever been when it comes to food; your family would throw scraps at you, watery oats and bones to gnaw on.

Warmth dancing inside, you’re much more comfortable now and ready to journey further, but you do not want to let him know just yet, lest he drags you onwards for another half-day. Slowly, you pick at the meat, pretending to savour it.

“Thank you, my Lord,” you mutter, barely above a whisper.

He grunts. Leaning against a tree himself, he watches you, lip curling slightly in something that might have been amusement or disdain. Your eyes dart downward, and you know what he sees—the dark mark upon your chest, a twisted design resembling his dragon shape, now burned into your skin. The heat beneath it intensifies under his stare, but neither of you speak of it.

Swallowing and carefully, you find the courage to ask, “To where do we venture, my Lord?”

“The nearest town to the north.”

That would be Agartha — a bustling place nestled within the heart of the northern mountains, a haven for traders and merchants. It is a place you have only heard whispers of in stories uttered of by those in your home who dared not venture beyond the village borders. It is said to welcome all manner of folk and creatures, so long as they have something of value to trade, but few have dared to travel its roads. 

It’s over a day’s travel, and the closer one gets to that part of the land, the more likely they are to encounter a cursed being, even if one avoids passage through the Dark Forest, skirting along the edge instead. 

“Why?”

His amber eyes cut through yours, and with disdain, he orders, “Finish your food, and do not question me anymore.”

“But why walk when you can fly?”

The question leaves your mouth before you could mull the thought further and the flex of his hand makes you gulp. You know not where the stupidity came from and you resent yourself for it. A moment passes, the leisurely flow of the river the only sound filling this gap between you. 

Assessing you with a cock of his head, you wonder what he’s thinking. Perhaps he’s regretting his choice of companion, or perhaps he’s considering whether you are better off as a meal. You hope it’s not the latter. Or either. You hope he likes you. 

Why, you cannot bear to ponder. 

“Because you cannot.”

His voice…

It’s softer than before. Not quite gentle — it is still very much rough, raspy, and deep in a way that rattles your bones — but there’s a vulnerability, a sincerity that leaves you reeling. The mark on your chest burns, and you grow breathless, shivers running up your spine and tingling in places you cannot linger on for too long. 

He grunts, his large hand clutching a pec. His eyes meet yours with disbelief. Something clicks inside again, that turn of a key, that slotting of a puzzle piece, which he seems to feel, too. But that can’t be. 

“You,” he hisses, and then he shakes his head. Inhaling deeply, you feel the forest rumble beneath you, shaking with the force with which he’s gripping the tree bark behind him. “If you are finished, get to your feet and walk before I drag you by your hair.”

He is already turning away, walking ahead with more force than before. You quickly wash your hands and mouth before you rush after him, afraid to be left alone as the afternoon falls. 

Hiking closer to him than before, you cannot help but eye his marked back. The black lines are pigmented and clean. They do not appear like the marks you’ve seen on other men in your village. No, they look to be a part of his body, just as any of his limbs are. 

You wonder how they feel under your fingers. 

Another hour or two passes in silence. You do not ask questions and he does not offer answers. This is a mere glimpse of how the rest of your time with him will pass, you gander. Though, it is unclear for long he will tolerate your existence. A man like him, or rather a creature like him, does not seem like the type to desire company, and yet here you are.

The temperature drops considerably. Goosebumps rise along your arms. A sharp crackle sparks in your chest.

You have unknowingly ventured somewhere odd. The branches are sparser, the grass is balding and dull, and fog is blanketing your feet. Somehow, the sky has darkened quickly, as if the clouds had thickened within seconds. You feel a chill prick your spine. 

“Stay close, rat,” the King of Curses snarls. 

When you approach him, he gives you a firm look and then jerks his chin. You press closer. In the distance, you can hear whistling —mocking and taunting. Your breaths get more and more shallow. You are being watched. 

Hesitantly, fearful you might set something off, you whisper, “Where are we?”

“We are on the brink between the edge of this forsaken forest and the land surrounding Agartha. There will be dangers around these parts. Do take care to not allow yourself to be ripped apart; you will stain my skin with your filthy blood,” he growls. 

You have only heard of tales from drunken men in taverns you’d pass by. Tales of hunched beasts ranging in height, some with the ability to tear into your flesh and kill you instantly and others with magic that lure you to your death. And though you’d like to know more about what exactly the King is sending along these parts, you are far from keen to learn first-hand. So, you follow the angry man’s lead. 

The recent turn of events has you reeling, but you are given little to no time to ponder anything. Indeed, you have no choice, just as you have never had a choice in life. 

More whistling. 

It has grown nearer. 

“Fuck,” the King growls. He flexes his arms, hands closing to fists as he marches ahead. You cannot tell how he feels, whether he is afraid, anxious, or enraged. Best not to find out. 

“If it isn’t the great King, out of his domain,” a woman’s voice sounds out.

It is melodic and enchanting. Bumps on your skin rise. There is something frightening in her tone. Too sure, too confident, too in control, you cannot breathe with the weight of her presence, though you see her not.

“And with a mortal girl, no less.”

The voice, bodiless, float around your head, lifting locks of your hair as if marveling at the tangible feel of your body. 

Squealing, you run to your companion’s side, holding his arm in spite of yourself. He glances down at your quivering form and rolls his eyes. “Spare me the theatrics, Kuchisake. We are merely passing. Answer me: Is Agartha still as it once was when I was awake?”

The voice chuckles and replies, “It has not changed. Time does not pass by in that corner of the kingdom.” 

He nods and moves to continue on his way before she speaks again, and the underlying threat in her voice stops him in his tracks. 

“I know what you seek. But Mother has made her intentions clear; you must see through the bonds that tie you down.”

A force knocks you back into a tree and away from him. The impact knocks the breath out of you but it does not hurt.

It is impossible to tell who pushed you, and you dare not dwell on it. They are having a stand-off, asserting power over each other, whilst you remain as mere collateral. That is how it has always been with these cursed beings, indeed with any who held power over you. 

“Mother has chosen to play a cruel joke, one in which I want no part. Not even she can stop me. So keep your advice to yourself, Nymph.”

She hums a melancholy tune, it is low and slow, a bastardisation of a sacred melody. She sings the wedding march.

Sukuna flicks his wrist and you’re lifted up, floating in the air until you land on your own feet next to him. Then he walks on, with you in tow, feeling red tendrils of smoke tied around your wrist, keeping you from running or being snatched away. It is as if he has collared you, his very own pet.

Still invisible to the human eye, she hums that tune all the way through the forest, even once you’ve left the border of those crooked trees, and only stops when a mountain in the distance comes into view. 

That is where you are headed. And deep inside, there is something the King of Curses wants desperately enough to stomach mockery from, who you can only guess to be, his sister. 

What lies ahead, you do not know. 

You have no choice but to trust him, and you hope that at the end of this cursed journey, you will make it out in one piece.

sighhhh i miss my man 😭😭 i’ve been waitingggg for twenty years (148 manga chapters) for my husband to return from war (his ass is prob back in spain alr)

he’s fighting gods, monsters, you know the roster trying to get back to you

god i need him so bad

I'm gonna eat you

in what way? and is this a threat or a promise?

i’ll have to ask my gf to make sure it’s okay first

.ᐟfucked up

.ᐟcw: screaming, angry rin, regret

"𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑤" - 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑟

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

Your boyfriend came back home, pissed. 

He lost a match. You knew he wanted to be alone, but you just wanted to check up on him. You quietly made your way downstairs to the living area. 

You peaked inside to see rin sitting on the couch, arms around a pillow while he watched his game over and over again. 

“Hi.. baby, i know you probably want to be left alone but i’m worried. You haven’t ate anything all day..” you said softly, standing beside him. 

He looked up at you, jaw ticking, before he looked back at the screen. 

“Not hungry” he said, hoping you’d leave. 

“I know, but I cooked your favorite food to cheer you up,” you said softly, looking at the ground.

“Yn. i’m not hungry.” More bite was behind his words this time. 

“But rin-”

“I SAID I’M NOT FUCKING HUNGRY, JUST STOP!” he yelled, throwing the pillow and standing up. Towering over you. His fists clenched. 

You stepped back, eyes wide as you stared at him in shock? Fear? It took him a second to realize what he just did. 

Your lips trembled, staring at the man you thought you knew. Your eyes burned as tears brimmed your waterline. 

“Fuck. baby, i didn’t-”

“It’s fine.” you said quietly, your voice breaking as you walked away from him. It felt like someone was squeezing the life out of your heart; your chest tightened as you ran upstairs, running to the bathroom. You hear footsteps behind you, Rin quickly follows after, knocking on the bathroom. 

“y/n, listen to me. I’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to yell at you. I swear” he said, his voice coming out soft like he didn’t want to scare you.

“Can you just come out, can we talk, please?” You wanted to speak, but no words came out. You covered your mouth with your hand, warm tears dripping down your face, as you silenced your cries. He internally beat himself up. what was he thinking, taking his anger out on you when you did nothing but want to make him feel better?

“Go away..” it was nothing more than a whisper but rin knew he fucked up. 

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A/n: no one better say the reader was being dramatic (i cry whenever someone raises their voice at me) I'm still learning how to write angst

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.ᐟunfortunate love

.ᐟcw: cheating

"𝑊𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠, 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 "- 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

Your boyfriend texted you 3 hours ago. Asking where you were and why you didn’t come home. 

You hadn’t responded yet, why? Because you were cuddled up beside his teammate. 

You and aiku oliver started dating 4 months ago until you realized he cheated on you. You didn’t confront him like any normal gf would. You just gave him a taste of his own medicine. You hooked up with one of his teammates.

Sae itoshi. 

You turned around, eyes fluttering open. Sunlight peeking in through the curtains. 

You lazily stepped off the bed, making your way to the bathroom. You took your phone with you, scrolling through the unanswered messages your bf sent you, including the 17 missed calls. 

You sighed, rubbing your forehead, placing your phone on the counter and bending down to wash your face when sudden 2 strong arms came up from behind, wrapping themselves around your waist.

You looked up in the mirror to see sae, hair sticking up from all sides, you couldn’t help but laugh under your breath.

“You look so cute” you mumbled, smiling at him. He didn’t reply, just dropping his head onto your shoulder. You washed your face and brushed your teeth, letting sae sleep on your shoulder. 

“He texted you didn’t he?” 

You went still, sighing, running a hand through your hair. You nodded looking at his reflection. 

“When are you breaking up with him?” he asked, brushing his lips over your shoulder blades.

“When you prioritize me over football,” you muttered, earning a laugh from him. It was quiet, breathy but you heard it. 

“Never gonna happen, yn”

“You just answered your question, then” you replied, turning around, being face to face with sae. His eyes trailed down your body, admiring the marks and hickies he left on you, like how you left scratch marks down his back.

He pressed his lips into a thin line before leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“You should break up with him soon. It’s making me jealous.” 

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♪ ༘⋆ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ — t.todoroki smau

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♪ ༘⋆ character aesthetics - the boys

⋆ touya todoroki

⋆ okay so i have yapped about touya's aesthetic a lot already, but i am never done yapping about this man. ever.

⋆ dty touya specifically is very high school teenage dirtbag but evolved (he has two compression shirts now next to his bajillion old band shirts)

⋆ baggy shirts, even baggier pants; HOWEVER his slutty ass would totally wear like slightly cropped, tighter shirts during shows and have the tiniest, sluttiest amount of stomach showing

⋆ thick ass jackets, especially when he is on his bike

⋆ other than that basically never covers his arms though, tattoos are always on full display

⋆ is unfairly good at doing eyeliner, he smudges it on purpose, but he gets it straight and sharp on the first try. hair is always black (not one white root in sight) and always messy but in that pretty boy way

⋆ paints his nails which for some reason he also is flawless at, they're always black but sometimes lets himiko put stickers on his pinky

⋆ more on touya: here and here

⋆ tomura shigaraki

⋆ similar-ish vibes to touya, but he religiously wears hoodies and sweaters

⋆ you cannot convince me that he wouldn't pull up in the summer with a fucking hoodie over his head

⋆ i kind of also like the idea that y/n modelled her wearing so many layers after seeing it from him as a kid and it stuck around till now

⋆ does not fw accessories at all, especially around the neck. he doesn't like feeling that there's anything hanging off of it and his skin's too sensitive for most jewelry anyhow

⋆ for that same reason he is also not huge on make up, but does some for shows sometimes

⋆ speaking of, zip up hoodies are his best friend during shows, though he takes em off halfway through most of the time

⋆ on stream he's donning hoodies and sweats, one time while y/n was over he accidentally put on her hello kitty pajama pants (he was tired from a show in his defense) and his chat went wild -> they still make fun of him for it to this day

⋆ shuichi iguchi

⋆ spinner is a bit less of an aesthetic than the other two, he cannot be assed to think about what to wear (he has three adults to parent), so it's mostly just whatever is in his hands first in the mornings

⋆ his closet consists of mainly washed out band shirts and washed out baggy jeans, colors include and are mostly limited to blacks, greys and browns

⋆ does not have any special show outfits (though toga has tried getting him to buy new stuff)

⋆ also not the biggest on jewelry, the only thing he has is tomura's first ever guitar pick on a necklace that he tucks under his shirt, he's had it there since tomura stopped playing with it (in turn his first ever drum stick is hanging on display next to tomura's guitars on his wall)

⋆ the only colorful item in his closet is actually a red sweater he wore under his favorite band shirt for lov's first ever gig and he is very emotionally attached to it to this day

⋆ also not at all a make up guy, lets toga do his eyeshadow on rare occasions

⋆ keigo takami

⋆ i feel like keigo is the type of guy who just looks effortlessly good no matter what he wears

⋆ due to the nature of his job he mainly wears plain black shirts and pants (especially since he basically works 7 days a week)

⋆ dresses up whenever he doesn't work, so whenever he goes out with friends or his partner

⋆ no jewelry, just one expensive watch that was passed down to him and the promise ring that matches with the one his partner has

⋆ he's also the type of guy to roll up the sleeves of any dressier shirt he wears

⋆ not huge on outerwear, but he owns one jacket, that he loves. he doesn't know why, but if it's cold out he will not wear any other jacket

[the girls aesthetics]

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♪ ༘⋆ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ — t.todoroki smau

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♪ ༘⋆ character aesthetics - the girls

⋆ y/n shigaraki

⋆ doesn't have a specific style per se, prioritizes comfort in most cases

⋆ especially since she gets paint on a lot of her clothes

⋆ wears mostly muted colors i. e. blacks, whites, greys and not a huge amount of accessories

⋆ layers. layers. LAYERS!

⋆ usually wears big ass jackets (that she stole borrowed from tomura's closet)

⋆ she dresses up more when she goes out, but it's still within this kind of style; like if she wears a dress or tighter clothes, she will always pair it with an oversized jacket

⋆ himiko toga

⋆ okay hear me out: i feel like himiko would experiment with her outfits soooo much, like she'd gone full scene, full gyaru and pastel goth before

⋆ the only staple is that she usually wears some type of light colors, she's worn full black punky/grunge outfits before too

⋆ but i feel she's a soft dressy girl at heart

⋆ she usually looks a bit mismatched with the rest of the band, but she always eats

⋆ her outfits are never planned, always a bit chaotic with a bunch of accessories from different aesthetics, but it always works somehow

⋆ always does fun stuff with her hair and make up as well. her staple is space buns with two front strands braided to frame her face. the make up is usually done entirely based on vibes, but i feel like she would do the blush all across her cheeks and nose a lot and like draw out shapes (hearts, stars etc.) with make up remover on her cheeks

⋆ ochaco uraraka

⋆ ik it's not accurate to canon, but dty ochaco is very rory gilmore coded and she would so rock a light academia type aesthetic (she's the academic weapon in this fic!!)

⋆ lots of warm tones and brown tones, not a lot of accessories, but always wears a watch so she can keep track of time (mostly for himiko)

⋆ she is very effortlessly put together and so are her outfits

⋆ she's the girl at the coffee shop editing her photos on adobe lightroom and sipping on her cold brew for hours (many a barista has had a crush on her)

⋆ hair is always either up in a cute bun or half up

⋆ rumi usagiyama

⋆ very masc and very much THE baddie ever!! y2k inspired but very sporty

⋆ the baggiest fits, but body is always tea and you can always tell too

⋆ carabiner always on the left.

⋆ accessories include but are not limited to belts and chains

⋆ hair is always flawless, edges are always laid and her braids always look crisp (usually dons white box braids or micro braids -> she does them herself too); if she has her natural hair out, it's either pin straight or she has the most insane curl definition

[the boys aesthetics]

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THE BABY BANGS!!! THEYRE REAL

alsoooo fmk with lee know, bang chan and felix hehehe

alr u hate me 😔 guys its official kenz and i are breaking up bc she hates me (sorry kisa)

fuck bang chan

marry felix

kill lee know (and then kms after bc he’s js a sweetheart)

hiii twinnn i missed u!!!! top three romance movies? hihihi

fuck romance movies?

uhhh ummm hmmm

the princess bride (my mom loves this movie i grew up watching it and it holds a special place in my heart)

the notebook (he built her her dream house like c’mon)

titanic (there was room on that fucking door fight me on it)

fuck, marry, kill

hawks, shiggy and dabi hehe

make me choose between two things

summer or winter?

who you ship me with

heh

ok so you hate me bc you picked my main 3

sighhhh 🚬

marry hawks, fuck shiggy, murder/suicide with dabi 😔

so this is hard cause they both affect me differently

summer most likely

who i ship you with?

aside from bakugo’s fuck ass and deku, i’d have to ship you with

either kaminari or sero i js feel like there’s vibes there

top 3 musicals GO

alright the thing about this is that i’ve literally only seen or listened to like 4? (idk i could be wrong) musicals sooo

but i’ll rank my top 3 in the order i like them

1) Epic The Musical obviously (it’s literally my whole theme)

2) Six (the musical about King Henry VIII wives)

3) Hamilton

Let's do Sleepover Saturday!

So send me asks about:

fuck, marry, kill

ask my top 3 of anything

make me choose between two things

send me celebrities for hot or not

would I ship _______ with _______ ? 

headcanons

who you ship me with

tell me stories about you or your day

ask me for advice

ask me questions about things you want to know

literally whatever you want!

Let's do Sleepover Saturday!

So send me asks about:

fuck, marry, kill

ask my top 3 of anything

make me choose between two things

send me celebrities for hot or not

would I ship _______ with _______ ? 

headcanons

who you ship me with

tell me stories about you or your day

ask me for advice

ask me questions about things you want to know

literally whatever you want!

when ur mutuals are mutual with each other 

pro: squad con: i saw this post like 18 times today

when ur mutuals are mutual with each other 

pro: squad con: i saw this post like 18 times today

hi may i please request reo with size kink and fem reader? ^_^ ur work is so cute!!!

.ᐟSize kink

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, size kink

"𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 '𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡" - 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑙 𝐷𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑜

･･ꕀ𖧷

Gosh, i can’t even describe how much i love size kink. 

Cause imagine reo mikage with a size kink. At first glance he doesn’t seem it but this man is 6’1 AND lean. 

Reo loves holding your hand, your little hand fitting perfectly in his palm; it made his mind wander off to darker, dirtier places. Imagining him holding you down, both your hands in one of his, pinned above your head while he fills you up with his cock. 

He finds it so unbelievably cute when you’re holding something and it looks twice as big in your hands than it does with him. 

And going back to holding hands, when you try wrapping your hand around his wrist, he can’t help but feel himself getting hard. Your hands barely fit around his wrist, so imagine them around.. Something else. 

Another thing he loves is when you guys play find and he so easily manhandles you. And you let him. You let him throw your body around like a ragdoll. Or when he’s on top of you, after you guys play fight and you look so cute giggling and squirming beneath him. So small, so breakable. 

When he goes out on his morning runs. There are times where you join him and when he watches you bend over and tie your shoelaces, he can’t look away from how small your shoes are compared to his. Or when you both come back home after being out, and the difference in size between the shoes, coats and jackets. It really does something to him

Reo lives to spoil, tease, and absolutely ruin you. His size kink isn’t just physical—it’s psychological. He wants you squirming, blushing, looking up at him with wide eyes, tears brimming your waterline as you dig your nails into his chest. 

His pretty pink tip pushed past your entrance and your tight little pussy is just choking it, clenching around him like your life depends on it. 

His size alone scared you, but at the same time, it made you want to rub your thighs together. 

“It won’t fit reo, ‘s too big” you said quietly, voice barely above a whisper, not looking away from his cock that wasn’t even half way in and you wanted to tap out. 

“Relax, sweetheart, i’ll make it fit, i always have, right?”

Whenever he buys you something, which is almost everyday, especially if it’s lingerie, he’d buy it in a size or two smaller. Because when he asks you to put it on and you come out the closet with the sheer bra wrapped tightly around your chest, barely holding on or covering anything. Or the way the panties mold to the shape of your body, his cock is instantly twitching in his pants, begging to be inside of you. 

Even if you complain about it being too tight, he’ll just tell you how beautiful you look, making you forget what you were whining about. 

“Princess you look so. So hot in that. It fits perfectly. Come closer, lemme take a closer look at it”

Oh and can’t forget, when you’re riding him, don’t even get me started. He’s always the one who asks you to ride him because you’re not a fan of it since it hurts. But when he has you on top, sliding down onto his cock, he swears he’s in heaven. 

“Reo.. it hurts, it’s too deep.” 

“C’mon princess, you can take it. Take all of it, alright?” he coos, softly rubbing your cheek, wiping your teary eyes. 

You slide down, mouth wide open, some noises of discomfort leaving your mouth, as you struggle to fit it all in.

Once you finally get it in, he’ll ask you to slowly start by moving your hips and by the end of it, he’ll have his large hands gripping onto your hips, thrusting into you like you’re a fleshlight. 

Usually once he’s inside, he places his hand on your stomach, pushing down on the imprint of his cock in your tummy making you whine. 

“Reoo, it’s-”

“Shh, look, baby. You can feel my cock inside of you, you feel that?” he says with a grin, taking your hand and pressing it on top of your stomach to make you feel it as well. 

90 percent of the time, reo ends up cumming quickly because he’s visually stimulated but that doesn’t mean you guys are stopping. No, he’s probably gonna keep you up the whole night until you memorize the shape of his cock. 

Reo won’t ever outright tell you he has the size kink but fuck does he love being around you. Whether it be on top, behind, infront or even beside. 

He loves how tiny you are and how easily he can throw you around, lift you, do whatever he wants.

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A/n: this is so messy, I don't like it, I'll make another post about size kink reo

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ᝰ.ᐟcrash course in chaos

.ᐟcw: street racer!shidou, mechanic's daughter!reader, smut mdni, car sex, hate sex (kinda)

"𝑁𝑜, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑀𝑟𝑠.​ 𝑂ℎ, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟" - 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑒

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

Your dad owns a garage that half the underground world owes their life to. You’ve spent years around wrenches and oil-stained concrete, but always on the edges—never in the driver’s seat.

Until one quiet night, your precious baby, a ‘94 nissan gets stolen. No, correction, it wasn’t stolen, it was a challenge. 

That's how the world of racer’s works. If they want to challenge someone, they’ll take their car. 

It was quite annoying since you had it parked outside, unlocked, to work on it. You left for 5 whole seconds to grab some water and when you stepped out, it was gone. You gritted your teeth, throwing your wrench onto the pavement. 

You’ll find that fucking bastard and kill him. Your dad was asleep and all his cars were parked away. The only car you could use at the moment was some old run-down truck of his.

And so you did. You found out where your car was using the tracker you had in it. 

You arrived at some old abandoned lot, which many racers used to make deals or have meetings. 

There it was, you saw your baby, under a pale flickering yellow light. the rest of the garage was empty other than one other car standing out back. You ran out the truck, rushing up to your car, inspecting it to check nothing was stolen or damaged. 

It took you a second to realize the keys weren’t there. Of course that fucker probably took it with him. You’ll need to hotwire it.

You grabbed a screwdriver from your green cargo pants, typing up your hair. You’re taking your car back one way or another. 

You opened the drivers door, getting on your knees. You played around with some of the wires, which you probably shouldn’t be doing without gloves but fuck it. 

Sweat dripped down your face, you’ve seen your dad do this a million times, so why couldn’t you do it. Fuck which wire was it?

Your hands blackened in grease, chewing on your lip, digging into wires with shaking fingers. 

“Wrong wire, sweetheart.”

You flinched, not turning around but he sounds familiar. The voice hits you like a growl. Deep. Languid. Too damn close, he’s leaning over you, you can smell his cologne. 

You finish twisting one of the copper wires and glare up at the tall, tanned figure looming over you.

Of fucking course. It’s shidou ryusei. Correction, a shirtless shidou ryusei

Pink highlights. Lazy smirk. Tattoos playing all over his exposed skin, a gold chain around his neck and similar earring. 

He leaned against your car like he owned it, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes.

And in his hand. The keys of your car. 

You stood up, glaring at him with clenched fists. 

He still towered over you. You didn’t know much about the man he was but you’ve heard his name from your father and from what you’ve heard about this infamous man. 

You knew he was unhinged, filthy and a fucking menace. 

“You have the nerve to steal my car and then criticize my wiring.” 

“I mean, baby” he leans down, chain grazing your face, “technically you challenged me, who parks a baby like this outside all alone, and with the keys just hanging on top.”

You clenched your jaw, watching him. Watching as he eyes you, eyes dropping down to your white tank top which had gone transparent from the sweat. Your pink bra peeking through the fabric. 

“Give me my damn car back, shidou” 

“Don’t say my name with such hatred, it turns me on” 

“My. fucking. Car.”

“Take it.” he whispers against your ear. 

You push him back and smirks. 

He tosses you the keys.

“You drive stick, princess?” 

“Better than you ever could” 

“Good, come on, baby. Lets see if that mouth can back it up”

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

An hour later, your hands are on the wheel, 

Your thighs are trembling, not from nerves. No, from adrenaline and maybe some rage. 

You’re flooring it down a private stretch of concrete deep in the industrial district, tires screeching, Shidou yelling like a maniac in the passenger seat. 

“Haha! Fuck, thats it baby, step on it!” he yelled like a maniac, you scoffed, not doing a very good job at hiding the upturn of your lips. 

“Shut it, crazy fucker”

“Make me” he grinned, leaning in towards you.

You slam the brakes. You both jolt forward, the seatbelt biting into your chest.

Shidou’s grin is unholy. His hands are on the dashboard, but then—they’re not.

They’re on your thigh. Fingers curling just inches away from some place he shouldn’t be close to. 

“You really are something, aren’t cha, princess. Got a mouth like a whip and you drift like a fuckin demon.”

“You done” you turn your face towards him. Was the car always this hot? 

“Not even close” he says, leaning in closer. You can feel his breath, mint gum. His body smells like gasoline and musky cologne. 

Mind you, he was still shirtless, only wearing black cargos that hung low on his waist. The band of his calvins on full display. 

“You hotwired your way into my night. You think I’m just gonna let you walk away?”

He says, hooking a finger under your chin, tilting your head back.

“Want a thank you for auto theft?” 

“Nah, i just wanna see what else you can do with these hands.”

He smirks. You don’t know who moves first but your lips are on his. Not soft, not gentle, it was violent. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, his hand over your nape, keeping you close. 

He licks around the seam of your lips. Shoving his tongue down your throat the second you part your lips. His hand leaves your thigh, groping your chest through the tank top. 

You uncomfortably adjust yourself, thighs digging into the gearshift. You clawed down his tatted back, he tugs your hair, pulling a groan out of you. 

You pull back, hands on his chest, panting as you both stare each other with nothing but lust in your eyes. 

“Backseat. Now.” you hesitate for a secon,d but he catches it.

“Scared?” 

“You wish. I’ll fucking wreck you” you grit, pulling him down by his hair

“I should be the one saying that princess” he smirks, and his lips are on yours again. 

You don’t make it to the back seat.

Not really.

You’re straddling him in the passenger seat, knees jammed on either side of the leather seats. Hard cock digging into your inner thighs. 

He pulls your tank top down along with your bra, watching your tits bounce out. 

“They’re so fucking hot” he murmurs before his lips are on your tits, tongue circling your nipples, he’s tugging and biting on the soft skin. 

You moan, throwing your head back, grinding down onto him.

He grins against your skin, trailing up your hot body, biting down on your neck. 

“Look at you, just melting for me” he smirks, twisting your nipple between his forefingers. 

“I’ll fucking melt a wrench on your fa-”

“Shut the hell up and ride me” he says, slapping your covered thigh. You clenched your jaw. Letting him take off your pants while you work on his. 

You take his cock out the restraints. His fingers dip past your panties, smearing your slick all around your pussy. 

“You’re fucking soaked” 

“It’s the adrenaline,” you lied through your  teeth, making him chuckle. “..and the rage”

“Oh yeah, little liar? Then stay mad, it’s hot” you blushed, your face hot, sweaty, similar to shidou’s body. 

His abs tensed under your touch, as you rubbed your pussy over his tip. 

You lower yourself onto him but shidou obviously isn’t for that. He grips your hips, slamming you down onto his pelvis. 

You choked on your spit, nails digging into his shoulder, letting out a silent scream. His cock stretches you out unbelievably wide. You tried adjusting to his thick throbbing length. 

You could tell he was holding back. Fingers digging into your hips so hard, it bruises the soft skin. Your moans echo off the windshield. The windows fog. The seat rocks. His hands grip your hips so hard it bruises. He’s messy, filthy, and unfiltered. 

“Take it. Just like that—yeah—fuck yeah—look at you—so tight around me, baby—”

“Shidou! Oh god, fuck” you cried out, moving yourself on his cock. Thighs burning as you go on.

“Say my name, say it again” he breathed out, grabbing a handful of your ass, guiding you. 

Your fingers tug at his chain, biting down on your lower lip. Your head's thrown back, sweat dripping down your forehead.

“Shidou! Fuck shidou your cock feels so good” you moan, running your nails down his chest.

Your thighs burn from the friction. But you don’t stop. You ride him like you’ve got something to prove. Because you do.

He’s panting your name now. Whimpering it. He pulls you in, biting your shoulder. His hips stutter.

“Fuck baby, I-”

“Don’t you dare finish before me, fucking thief” you grit your teeth, he doesn't. He holds on, gritting his teeth, until you gasp—eyes fluttering, nails clawing down his back.

You’re biting down on his toned shoulder, licking along his collar bones. 

“Shit, making me up, huh, princess?” he smirks, slapping your ass.

“Only getting you back for what you did.”

And before you can speak up. You’re clenching around him, screaming his name while you cover his thick length in your juices. Your breathing is ragged, you fall limp, but shidou picks up where you left off, thrusting up inside you. Wet sounds echo in the car. 

And soon after, he’s cumming inside, filling you up, as a mixture of yours and his cum leaks down his length, dripping onto his pelvis. 

When you both come down, it’s quiet. The windshield’s fogged. Your hair’s a mess. He looks blissed-out, lips swollen, chest heaving.

Your head is resting on his chest, his fingers running through your hair. You twirl the chain around your finger, looking up at him.

“You gonna steal my car again, next time?” 

“Princess, if you want to get fucked, you can just ask” 

“Ugh, don’t even. Your dick wasn’t even that good” you laughed under your breath and shidou seemed amused, squeezing your ass, making your yelp. 

“You say but when i asked to take my dick out of you, you screamed no” you blushed hiding your face, earning a chuckle from shidou. 

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A/n: very very long and not edited at all. this was such a hot concept to write.

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ᝰ.ᐟMonster?

.ᐟcw: crack, street racer!bachira

"𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟-𝑒𝑟-𝑒𝑟-𝑒𝑟-𝑒𝑟" - 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑎

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

“Hey bachira, what’s up” you said, walking up to him, jumping onto the hood of his car, matching his pose. 

“Oh shi, wssup, i didn’t even see you,” he laughed, blowing the smoke from his cigarette in the opposite direction from you. 

“You know, I've always wondered, this ‘monster’ that you speak of, what is it?” you asked. You and Bachira have been friends for a few months. You met him at one of the takeovers the racers organized. It was just them doing dangerous stunts and drifts. 

You met him when the police arrived and everyone had to run for it. You came with a friend, so you had no car to run to, which is when Bachira dragged you to his car, throwing you into the passenger seat, and the rest is history. 

“My monster, huh?” he said, throwing his head back. He thought about it for a second, tapping his fingers against the yellow metal of the car. 

“It’s someone who tells me what to do. Especially when I’m racing, he’s beside me telling me how to beat everyone,” he smirks at you, letting the cigarette fall from his fingers and hit the ground. 

You raised your eyebrows in amusement, laughing. 

“Wow thats.. Something” 

“So he’s not real,” you countered, turning to face him. He eyed you, lying back down onto the car. He stared up at the dark blue sky, not answering, before he spoke up again.

“He is, but others can’t see him.” you nodded, pressing your lip into a thin line to hold back a laugh that threatened to slip. He was just so cute, sometimes you couldn’t help but think of how childish he is in some ways. 

“Though..” he started, trailing off, you looked down at him and saw a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I have another monster which you can actually see,” he smirked. You stared in confusion, not understanding what he meant. 

“What monster?” 

“The monster between my legs.” 

Huh.

Oh.

Oh.

You cleared your throat, covering your mouth. 

“You look so damn cute trying to hold in your laugh,” Bachira chuckled, his fingers pinching at your sides with playful intent. A giggle slipped out as you buried your face in your hand—but what he didn’t notice was that you weren’t just hiding your laughter.

You were hiding your face that turned a soft shade of pink. 

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A/n: not edited. I just imagined this interaction with bachira and his girl and thought how funny it'd be

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ᝰ.ᐟstreet racer!shidou hcs

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, explicit content, drug consumption, weed, alcohol, blood

"𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘, 𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒" - 𝐹𝑀$ 𝑏𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑧

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

street racer!shidou.ᐟShows up to underground afterparties already halfway gone—shirt loose, lip bleeding from a crash, and still downing shots like water.

street racer!shidou.ᐟdoesn’t race to win—he races to destroy. he's not called mad dog for no reason.

street racer!shidou.ᐟ he gets in fights soo often, you've lost track of how many times he's punched people for the most insignificant things. oh and don't even get me started on how he comes up behind guys when they're being rude to you or flirting with you. he'll tell you to leave and wait by his car and once he comes back, he would say they just talked but his busted up bleeding knuckles say otherwise

street racer!shidou.ᐟHe loves pushing people off their lines, brushing bumpers, sending sparks flying.

street racer!shidou.ᐟHe laughs when he's about to crash and grins when the engine starts smoking.

street racer!shidou.ᐟDownshifts like he’s pulling a trigger. His car sounds angry—just like him.

street racer!shidou.ᐟLives in the moment. Doesn’t think long-term, which makes him dangerous.

street racer!shidou.ᐟRough hands, even rougher kisses. Loves bruising your lips with how hard he kisses. speaking of rough hands, he knows you stare at his hands a little more than necessary, especially when he's working on a car. his large hands covered in oil, cuts and marks. he'll smirk and pull you onto his lap, wrapping them around you thighs,

"if you're gn'a stare, at least make it less obvious, princess"

street racer!shidou.ᐟAlways has an arm slung around your neck or waist, whispering shit in your ear in public just to see you squirm.

"you see my car over there, yeah? you'd look so good laying flat on it while you take my cock. just imagine everyone watching you getting absolutely fucking ruined"

street racer!shidou.ᐟLowkey likes when you brat. He sees it as a challenge—and he never backs down from those.

"you look so cute acting up, you'll look even cuter when you're begging me to let you cum tonight"

street racer!shidou.ᐟlives for the public. whether it be showing off his skills or fucking you where everyone can see, he'd cover your face if you're embarrassed but if he's feeling feisty, he'll even fuck you against his enemies' cars

street racer!shidou.ᐟDrinks tequila straight from the bottle. No lime. No salt. Just raw burn, like him.

street racer!shidou.ᐟPops pills and grins like the devil himself. Ecstasy makes him too touchy, too turned on, too chaotic to control. "don't tell me to relax, princess, the fun 's only getting started" he'd say before throwing back another pill

street racer!shidou.ᐟSometimes he’s so high, he’ll drag you into his car and fuck you on the hood, motor still hot, bass still thumping. even if you beg him to take you somewhere private, he'll just grin and tease you.

"don't be shy, everyone here already knows you're mine, so why fight it?"

street racer!shidou.ᐟ when he drinks too much or is way too intoxicated, he'll pull you onto his lap, will kiss you sloppy and messy like he’s starving. Pants halfway down, voice breathy against your neck:

“Let’s make this night hurt, yeah?”

street racer!shidou.ᐟHas a thing for mirrors—wants you bent over in front of one, so he can see everything. he'll force you to watch yourself, especially when he's slipping his cock inside, he would definetly be the type of person to make you watch yourself when you ride his cock.

"hey! hey, eyes on the mirror, keep em open, that's right, good girl"

street racer!shidou.ᐟWill eat you out while high, moaning against you like he’s getting off on your taste. Might even talk dirty to your pussy like it’s a person. PLUS he has a pierced tongue, so imagine him fucking you with it, the little metal ball coming in contact with your sensitive pussy, knowing you're close to coming for the nth time as you twitch and throb under him.

"she's so pretty, fuck, taste's so damn good"

street racer!shidou.ᐟIf he’s drunk enough, he’ll put you in his lap in the club booth, hand between your thighs under your dress, no shame, no mercy.

“You’re dripping. Just from me looking at you. That’s kinda slutty, babe.”

street racer!shidou.ᐟRoadhead while high? Absolutely. But he'll slam the brakes mid-blowjob just to hear you gasp and clutch the seat. he'll laugh when you choke around his fat cock, tears streaming down your face. he'll coo you only to shove your head deeper.

"aww, too big? you're doing great princess, keep going, you're mouth is so nice and warm"

street racer!shidou.ᐟ Likes when you ride him wearing nothing but his racing jacket and heels. and maybe sometimes some cute lacy panties. he'll put your legs on his shoulders nearly folding you in half as he thrusts inside of you, knowing damn well his cock is kissing your cervix.

"ahh- princess you're sucking me in, are you that needy for cock?"

street racer!shidou.ᐟ If you guys have sex in the back of his car, or in the drivers seat, he would purposely leave the windows rolled down for anyone passing by to see who you belong to.

“One more round. Just one more. Can’t stop thinking about how tight you were. Don’t tap out yet, princess.”

street racer!shidou.ᐟ He pours champagne on your chest, licks it off like a damn savage.

street racer!shidou.ᐟ Smokes a cigarette post-sex with his head thrown back, marks and scratches all over him like war wounds. And then says:

“You’ll be the death of me, baby. Hope you’re ready to take the fall.”

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A/n: he's such a fucking freak, i want him. This came out a bit later than needed, all of my prewritten drafts were posted, so i had to write in bulk yesterday and got too lazy to post. For the person that requested a shidou fic

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In another life

I could be your girl

ᝰ.ᐟStreet racer!Shidou

"𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑡, 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 "- 𝑇𝐾𝑁 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡

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.ᐟStreet racer!Shidou...tears up the streets like he’s got a personal vendetta against the asphalt. Known as Mad Dog, he’s not just a racer—he’s chaos wrapped in horsepower and aggression. If other drivers are thrill-seekers, Shidou is a problem. No rules, no fear, no mercy. He’s in it for the crash, the burn, the scream of the engine when it’s pushed past its limits.

.ᐟStreet racer!Shidou...he attacks the track. His style is full of sharp turns, tail whips, and last-second drifts that make spectators flinch. He’ll cut you off just to watch you spin out, push your car to the edge of a crash, and laugh while doing it. He doesn’t need nitrous—adrenaline is enough. Drives a murdered-out black Dodge Challenger Hellcat, purring like a beast until it growls at full throttle. Loud, dirty, and impossible to ignore. His signature move? A donut burnout right in front of his competition, kicking dust in their face like a smirking goodbye.

.ᐟStreet racer!Shidou...He’s cocky, vulgar, and impossible to control. Constantly grinning like he’s in on a joke no one else gets. He likes to push buttons, rile people up, and turn any interaction into a game of dominance. You either hate him, or you can’t stop thinking about him.

.ᐟStreet racer!Shidou...With you? He’s obsessive. You’re the only one who can shut him up—and he likes that. He’ll press you into the passenger seat mid-race, fingers sliding too high on your thigh, eyes flicking to you between wild turns like “Hold on, baby. Or don’t. I like the scream.”

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟!𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑢

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not a lot, just forever // oneshot part three

a/n: the last of the bday oneshots for my favorite trio <3 this one hit a little different for me and i think its because i've never written post war canon-adjacent shigs before so this was really healing <3 happy birthday tomutomu i love you foreverrr

keigo takami, touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki

it’s still so frustratingly embarrassing for tomura; the glances glazing over him by the passersby, being present, taking up space, all of it. despite all of the time that had passed and the constant work in therapy and counseling, nothing was harder than existing.

“i want to go inside,” tomura mutters, his gloved fingers tapping against his outstretched legs. 

it was a bit humid, and the sun was beating down on the two of you, but you knew tomura was itching for a hoodie to hide under. he desperately wanted to be invisible.

“this is nice though, isn’t it?” you sigh in content, leaning your head back and letting the sunlight engulf your face. “i don’t remember the last time i was able to sit in a park like this.”

“it feels too open.”

“does it feel too open or are you just too used to being trapped?” you squint your eyes open, slightly peering over at him next to you on the bench.

he scoffs and kicks your foot with his. you catch the end of his eye roll and take it as an opportunity to scoot in closer, letting your thighs graze together.

“sorry,” you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder. “i know it’s hard.”

hard wasn’t the word tomura would use to describe his recovery process. he felt lost- as if he had been dumped in the middle of the desert with no sense of direction, and the worst of it all was that it was lonely.

spinner had written his book. dabi was in his family’s care. toga was off in quirk counseling. you were rapidly progressing. he was nothing.

“what do i do now?” he whispers back to you- something that you two often did for a private moment when you caught each other in the hallways of the rehabilitation center.

“we,” you emphasize, looping your arm in tomura’s, “are free to do whatever we want.”

“we…” he slowly repeats, “you know, you don’t have to stick with me anymore,” he half heartedly chuckles, “you can do whatever you want now that we’ve graduated from this bullshit.”

you think back on those late nights at the hideout when you two would be the only ones up. you'd be sitting at the bar, knees to knees, closely leaning into one another, talking in hushed tones, and exchanging light touches as you pass an energy drink back and forth.

you remember those times fondly where you could pretend to be anyone else, but there was always that looming dread in the back of your head during those days.

this won’t last forever.

i can’t get too attached.

i’ll love you for as long as i can.

here you were now, side by side as things turned out wildly different from what you expected- that the next time you’d see tomura would be in the afterlife.

you’ve spent too long shutting down any thought of the future that envisioning it now leads to a scribbled mass of grey in your mind. you couldn’t visualize it. no plan. no expectancies. nothing. you had nothing to be sure of except for the fact that you and tomura were here and alive.

where else would you want to be?

you don’t say anything except for a hm that you breathed out.

tomura’s deep exhale almost nudges you off of his shoulder. you’re half tempted to peer up at his face to gauge his expression, but the fidgety hands in his lap already gives away his feelings as the beat of silence passes.

“you remember what we talked about? all those years ago when we were hiding out at that shitty bar?”

“we talked a lot, babe,” you lightly chuckle, “you’re going to have to be a bit more specific than that.”

“about what we’d do if things were different.” 

“rob a bank and leave japan with new identities?” you joke.

tomura deadpans, “dumbass, i’m talking about the last night that… you know.”

the last night you were you?

“oh that conversation,” you mutter, uncomfortably shifting in your seat, "remind me what we talked about?”

“you don’t remember?” 

truthfully, it would be impossible for you to forget when that conversation was the only thing that got you through the agonizing nights in the hospital room when you thought you had been the only survivor.

“i do, but i like hearing you talk so remind me anyway.”

tomura responds with an annoyed huff, “well if you remember, then i’m not going to repeat it. i just mentioned it because clearly neither of us know what the fuck we’re going to do with our lives after this.”

you unloop your arm from his and sit up, making him snap his attention towards you. it was the first time today that he looked you in the eyes. his cheeks were flushed from the sun- the first sign of life in his face in a long time after the limited outside time allotted from the rehab facility.

“we talked about wanting a quiet life,” you quietly say, reaching your hand up to tuck a tuft of his shaggy hair behind his ear. “not in the country though. you wanted to stay in the city for the convenience, so maybe a nice little apartment. you still want that?”

he slowly nods his head. “think so.”

from his ear, your hand trails down to his jaw and neck, running across old scars from deep scratches.

“and i specifically remember you being so mad at me when i laughed at you when you said you didn’t give a fuck about anything else as long as you could have a dog.”

“still want one,” he mutters.

“and then…” you continue slowly, resting your hand on the rough skin of his neck, “i told you that i was a cat person, but i didn’t care as long as we…”

you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence. it had always been an unwritten rule to never talk about the “what ifs” and “what could’ve beens” in the hideout, but you always loved breaking the rules, and tomura loved entertaining your thoughts.

the tips of his ears began to match the blush on his cheeks. 

“keep going,” he barely whispers, keeping his eyes locked on yours- one of the small meaningful things that he had grown to do over the last few years in therapy.

“as long as we could be together. i just wanted to be with you.” you quietly say. “i still do. if that's okay."

a beat of silence passes. a life with you. a dog and maybe a cat. nothing else. no expectations. just you and whatever "normal" life you two could live.

“we should…” he trails off for a moment, thinking of the right words to say, “get married?”

you blink one. twice.

“hah?” you exclaim, recoiling back.

your hand slaps onto the back of the bench to leverage yourself through the motion.

“what?” his face deepens in color “what else are we supposed to fucking do?"

“how did we go from yeah i want to move into an apartment and raise a dog with you to marriage?” you laugh, almost unbelieving.

“i don’t know? just shut up,” he grumbles, “forget i said anything.”

tomura turns his head away from you, looking off in the other direction as he curses at himself. he doesn’t know how to tell you that yes, that’s exactly what he wants too- that existing may be hard, but he wants nothing more than to do it with you.

his face is burning from the embarrassment, but you’re still giggling to yourself and he can’t resist himself from turning back to watch. 

you two have never dared to utter “i love you” to one another before, but in that moment , he felt it on the tip of his tongue and for once, he’s not afraid to let it out.

“i love you, okay?” he says confidently, but his eyes are unable to meet yours until you force them to.

you reach up and hold his face in your hands, bringing him in closely. “i love you,” you lightly run your thumbs across the apples of his cheeks as his eyes dart back and forth between yours, “and we should get married."

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