Should I Write Some Webtoon Fanfics?

Should I write some webtoon fanfics?

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.... I feel even worse now, but I did it myself. Author your so talented

you get me so high

Satoru Gojo x  Suguru Geto x F!Reader (Angst)

MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD

➪ part one: hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone

➪ wc: 3.3k + || minors DNI!!! (NSFW)

➪ warnings/tags: unprotected sex, angst and mentions of death and other dark subject matter, very fucking depressing and there's no fluff to end this one.

➪ notes: this is the part 2 or alternative ending to "hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone", hopefully it turned out okay but really I have zero clue so lmao. feedback would be very sickomode, I haven't written a fic in forever haha. also it's kind of,,, unfinished? but in a purposeful way. I dunno, enjoy I guess :p

“You can stay with me,” Suguru rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb, your head on his lap as you remain silent.

“I’ve missed you, so much, too much.”

Then why leave?

But you only sigh.

“What about Satoru?”

“He would never, you know that. It would have already been done if he did.”

You nod your head slowly, sitting up as you stare at the enigma of a man, “But I would?”

“I don’t know, would you, Y/N?”

You suck in a breath as his thumb drags your bottom lip down, eyes heavy as his tongue swipes across your jaw before sucking gently on your neck.

“Have you missed me?” His voice is deep and sultry, but it’s a genuine ask, one that crosses his mind endlessly when he wakes up alone each morning and struggles to sleep each night.

A tear braces his forehead, making him unlatch from you, “All of the time, I miss you all of the time, Sugu.”

He kisses your cheek, prying tears away with his lips. He swears it could cleanse his soul. Its pitiful taste is nothing compared to the curses he’s swallowed, the pain he’s endured. Your weak sobs cling to his heart, overwhelming the anguish that resides on his tongue as you go limp in his grip.

“Then stay,” he mumbles like it’s the easiest choice you’d ever make, like your morality and whatever was left of your sanity had no say in your destiny.

“But, Satoru-”

You cut yourself off, feeling the way he tenses against you, chest tightening at the name. Resting your cheek on his pec as he tugs you closer into him, legs folded on his lap, he rubs up and down the bare skin of your thigh.

“Where are you most happy?” His voice is small, almost soft, and you blink slowly, waiting for more explanation.

He notices your silence and sighs, “Who are you most happy with?”

You shut your eyes, “That’s not fair to ask, you know that.”

“Is it? Why not?”

“Because there is no right answer, it hurts one of you either way.”

“Don’t you know we love you? If you’re happy, we’re happy; it shouldn’t matter who you find that happiness with. As long as it’s real.”

You lift your head to face him, gulping slightly at the intense gaze he meets you with, “And you’re happy here? Are you happy without either of us? Because my happiness was with you both.”

He falters for a moment, a sad smile as he looks down at your hands, fiddling anxiously with the loops of your robe.

“I loved us too. It’s just that in that world, I couldn’t truly be happy from the bottom of my heart. Not when he moved on so easily, not how he never sought justice. I can be myself here.”

“You think… this is justice?” you look around the large shrine, empty and hollow; you wondered how he could survive in such a cold space only flooded with false praise stemmed in fear.

“You don’t?” He exhales deeply, waiting for your eyes to return to him, needing to read them closely.

“It goes against everything we were taught,” you surprise him by turning to press your back into his chest, legs dangling over his on the large throne, a false king and a twisted reign.

He wraps his arms around your stomach, and you both remain silent, closing your eyes as he rubs circles on the area, your robe loosening and threatening to expose you as it slides with his movements.

“Suguru?” It comes out so quiet he wonders if he imagined it, but the hand you place over his to get his attention startles him, “How does it feel?”

“How does it feel to kill them?”

“The monkeys?”

“God, why do you call them that?”

He doesn’t know if he should be excited or concerned by how you laugh while asking it, how you’re not judgemental but curious.

“It feels justified, but now I’m almost numb to it, and I don’t feel anything at all.”

“You don’t feel anything? Doesn’t that alone feel bad?”

“No, not really. Not after witnessing how they treat us, how they abuse our powers by forcing us to deal with their curses. They view us as freaks, yet we’re supposed to protect them.”

“That’s not what I was asking; I don’t care about them, I care about you,” you turn to face his stunned features, “I’m asking if you’re tired of feeling nothing.”

“I’m asking you to come home.”

“Home?”

“With me.”

“What if this is my home now?”

“This?” you look around, “This could never be a home it’s-”

“It could be, with you.”

“But, Sato-”

“He doesn’t want me anymore, Y/N. He wants the old me.”

Your eyes widen, remembering the conversations you’d overheard of Principal Yaga and him, how he could never forgive Suguru for his actions.

“Are you the same?”

You turn your back to him again, resting your head on his chest as you sigh deeply, “No, I’m nothing like him; none of us are.”

“You know we haven’t spoken in weeks, and he doesn’t even seem to care about that. He’s too busy, you know, being him. Being Satoru.”

“You resent him for his strength?”

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

“I just wish he’d see more than what his eyes allow him to. Sometimes,” you sigh as you reach for his hand to grip, “Sometimes he’s just so black and white, and I wonder if the only colors he knows are his own.”

He chuckles slightly, “Yeah, it’s too bad; it’s not like he doesn’t have six of them.”

“Right,” you smile shortly, a frown returning as you crank your neck to face him, “He doesn’t really need us, does he?”

“Never did,” Suguru stares at your lips, before trailing back to your doe eyes, “He never really did.”

“And do you? Do you need me Suguru?”

“Yes.”

“Yet you left.”

“And yet you followed me.”

You flip your body to face him, straddling his thighs with your own, “And who said I’m staying?”

“Nobody, but I wish you would.”

Your hands fall to the sides of his face, his on your hips as he tries to ignore the way your robe is slipping down your shoulders, “What would happen if I did.”

“I could give you my everything, it could be just us,” you lean into his face, foreheads touching as he continues, “I may have left but, you have to have known I couldn’t stay. Now that I’m here, now that you’re here, everything feels complete.”

“What if I chose him instead?”

“I’ll give you the space you need if it’s what makes you happy.”

“Please don’t,” your voice is at a hush, “All he gives me is space. I can’t even touch him anymore, it’s like he’s afraid of me. His infinity blocked me the other day, and I broke down, so he panicked. He panicked and tried to hug me but, he couldn’t. He doesn’t know how to deal with me anymore, I think. I think he doesn’t want me unless he has you too.”

Suguru tries to process the words but you throw more at him, “And honestly, I don’t know how I can live in that anymore. I want him to shake me or yell or do something. Fucking anything to acknowledge the fact I’m not okay. But he won’t. He just talks at me, knowing I won’t respond, accepting that fact like he-”

“Like he accepts everything?”

“Yeah, like he accepts everything. I guess it’s easy to accept the world when you know you can fix it.”

“But, he won’t.”

“No, he won’t.”

You close your eyes as you nuzzle your nose into his, “But, you will.”

He grins to himself, heart flooding with the forbidden emotion of pride as you still against him, “I can talk to you, Suguru, I can touch you.”

He sucks in a breath, your hand slipping under his robe as your palm flattens on his pec, “Let me touch you.”

He nods, letting you drag the silky material down until his upper body is completely exposed, eyes piercing yours as you lean back to view his bare chest.

“I’ve missed you,” your eyes are stuck to the creamy skin, stiff peaks of abs, and alluring collarbones he displays.

“Please touch me too,” you look up and bat your eyes slowly, shivering slightly when he tugs your robe down and your naked skin hits the air.

His hands creep up to scoop your breasts, groaning lightly as he squeezes them, fingers digging into the soft flesh. It felt better than he had remembered, better than the played memories of his hands on your body as he fisted his cock almost every night since leaving. This was real, and he couldn’t help but savor it. He truly did miss you so much.

“If I stay, I want you to promise me something,” you breathe, gripping his shoulders as he rolls your nipples between his fingers.

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll never leave again.”

You gasp as he releases a hand, wrapping an arm around your back to tug you into him, “I promise.”

His tongue is just as you remembered, no- better, as it swipes over yours. You moan into his open mouth as you try to keep up with him, feeling the tension in his neck as you wrap your hands behind it to keep yourself close.

He unties your robe before trailing his fingers in between your thighs, biting down on your lip as they slide between your slippery wet folds, spreading your lips as he feels you drip onto his silk.

You pout when he releases, your bottom lip puffy and swollen, a sly look on his face as he apologizes, “Sorry, you just surprised me, you’re so fucking wet I-”

“Shut up,” you crash back into him, rocking your hips so his calloused fingers rub against your clit, “Shut up, just fuck me.”

He practically growls at the comment, rushing to release his heavy cock as he unties his rob, the fingers on your heat disappearing as he gripped your thighs and tugged you to him. Both of you pull back in shock at the feeling of your slick coating his swollen tip as he taps it on your clit teasingly. “Suguru, please,” you moan softly, nails digging into his shoulders as he finally aligns himself to your entrance.

“Has he fucked you?” he sighs, lowering you slightly, letting his tip struggle to enter you, the pressure overwhelming.

“I said he wouldn’t let me touch him; of course I haven’t-”

You yelp as his hips thrust up into you, watching you closely as he feels your insides stretch to accommodate him, keeping you silent as he stuffs you.

“Good,” he releases his hands to drag up and down your sides, letting you adjust and clench around him.

“So full,” you whimper, feeling him prod at your tummy, never getting used to the sensation of sinking into him.

“I know, angel, but you can take it; you’re a good girl for me, right?”

“Mmph,” you nod, eyes shut as he moves a thumb to your neglected clit.

“You’re gonna stay?”

You nod again, jumping when you feel a hand go down to slap your thigh, eyes swiping open to see his eagerly prodding you, “I need to hear it.”

“I’m going to stay.”

“Fuck-” his hands grip your hips again, making your body fall forward as he bounces you on his cock, hungry and needy as he splits you open on his lap.

“I’ll make you happy, Y/N,” he mumbles as you look up with a parted mouth and shaky moans.

“I promise.”

---

“I saw him today.”

Satoru freezes, his breath caught at your calm and steady tone.

It was the first time he’d heard you speak in weeks.

“He looked healthy, maybe even happy,” you stare blankly at yourself, hands gripping the edge of your vanity, mouth parted as your heavy breath fogs up a small cloud on the mirror.

You shut your eyes as you rest your forehead completely into the thin glass, opening them back up to find Satoru standing behind you, hesitant as he struggles to form a sentence.

“What did he say to you?” His heartbeat is pounding loud in his ears; his body ignited in a flame that burns cold.

“He asked me to join him,” you shift back, and your eyes meet, only brave enough to face each other’s reflections as you keep your gazes forward.

“What did you say?”

“I told him yes.”

---

“Eeek!” you squeak as Suguru slings you over his shoulder, “Put me down, you maniac!”

“Maniac?” he chuckles as he tosses you onto the mattress, making you giggle as his long hair, now worn half up half down, tickles your neck.

“It looks so pretty like this Sugu,” you brush his hair adoringly, watching his nose crinkle up in the mirror.

“Pretty? I guess that’s good, but I hate when it’s in my face, that’s why I wear it up.”

You nod, kissing his shoulder before scooping some of his hair into a small bun, leaving the rest down, “What if it was like this?”

“Hmm,” he grins as you tie an elastic around the hair, moving to kiss his neck as he watches your reflection. “Hmm,” you copy him, humming into his skin.

“I like it.”

“Yes! It-” his lips cut you off, and he groans against yours, his arms scooping behind your back to press your chest into his.

“Continue,” he smirks before moving to your jaw, your mouth left open and speechless before you snap back to your lecture, “It hasn’t even been an hour since we got dressed, and you’re-”

His tongue swiping up and down your neck, laying flat before he sucks on the delicate skin, it’s all too distracting, “And I’m?”

“You’re going to ruin another one of my silks,” you don’t sound like you care anymore, maybe even subtly asking him to do it despite the plea.

“I’ll get new ones made,” he nibbles lightly on your collarbone, and your hands go to tug on his silky locks.

He moves the soft material of your robe to place wet kisses in between your breasts, “Okay.”

“There’s my good girl,” he grins, eyes looking up at you as his mouth trails down your body. Stopping at your hip, he sits up to completely unravel your robe, exposing you and leaving you a bare canvas for him to paint with his touch.

Your hand brushes his cheek, watching his smug expression fade as his lips wrap around your nipple, securing himself to the subtle flesh as he pulls back with a slight pop.

You cradle his lifeless face, bloodied and dull, shaking profusely as Satoru tries to calm you down.

“Do you want me to touch you, Y/N?”

“Yes, please.”

“No, no, no, no.”

“I wanna touch you too,” you pout, sighing as he grasps both of your wrists in one hand over your head.

“Y/N, don’t touch him; you’re making it worse-”

“Please, Satoru, kill me too, you have to, I can’t stand this-”

“Beg, I want to hear you beg,” his tongue goes back down to flick at the sensitive nub.

“Y/N please, I’m begging you to stop-”

“Please, Suguru, fucking touch me.”

“Fucking kill me, Satoru, please, I can’t do this.”

“Mmm, okay,” he raises back to your face, his hair dangling on your chest and neck as he peppers your cheeks and nose with soft kisses, muscles relaxing as your palms lay flat on his back to bring him closer.

You giggle as the black strands graze your collarbone, “What’s so funny?”

“Mm, nothing your hair- it just tickles.”

“His hair, fuck Satoru, his hair-”

“Y/N, please step away from him. I know it’s-”

“He hated it down, and in his face, it’s in his fucking face, we have to fix it, please just help me fix it-”

“Tickles? Is my pretty girl really that sensitive? Oh, wait,” you gasp when two calloused fingers swipe in between your wet folds, a light chuckle erupting from him as you squirm from the sudden touch, “You are.”

“God, are you really this sensitive to him? To a murderer? He killed his family, you know," his voice sounds like venom coursing through your veins, and you're not sure what's more cruel, the fact that he says it to anger you as a distraction or that some of it holds truth for him.

“Shut up, just- shut up.”

“Shut up, you know that’s not fair,” you smile as he returns the fingers, letting one slide and curve inside of you, “It’s just because it’s you, silly.”

“It’s him. Did you forget that this is Suguru? Our Suguru?”

“He stopped being our Suguru when he left, Y/N.”

“Maybe for you but not for me.”

“It’s just because I love you.”

“Did you stop loving him too?”

Satoru pauses for a moment, shaking his head while squeezing his eyes shut, “No.”

“Then I don’t get it; how are you so okay right now? How are you so-” you pause to stare at Suguru’s body, his right arm nothing but a memory.

He raises his right hand to palm your breast, tongue pressed into your pulsing neck, “I love you too.”

Satoru stays silent as he scoops your body away from Suguru, not flinching when you forcefully shake and kick in his grip, screaming profanities that will haunt him for many nights to come.

“I’m not okay if that’s where you were heading,” he mumbles as you continue to struggle to escape his hold.

“I’m not okay.”

---

Satoru never forgave himself. For killing his best friend, his lover, for doing it in front of you, for even letting you leave in the first place. But, you must have known it was never an option to begin with, right?

Happy ever afters only happen in happy worlds, and the one you lived in was cruel.

He didn’t stop you when you returned to the empty shrine Suguru and your past love once filled, and part of you resented him for that too.

It was truly a mystery to all how such a beautiful bloom could be destroyed so rapidly, beads of promising flowers crumbled by a sudden frost. You wanted them both, and yet you ended with nothing but void.

Well, until-

“Suguru?”

The smile wasn’t the same, and his eyes were glazed with something so dark and twisted, it could never be the man you loved. The fact he was killed in front of you also stood as hard evidence but, why did he look so-

“Sort of,” your eyes traced the stitches leveled across his forehead, narrowing at the rigid new feature to a body you once knew so well.

“What did you do to him?” Your voice remains calm, steady and even as your heart threatens to crash.

“Oh me? Nothing. It’s more so what Gojo did to him, isn’t it?”

Your breathing halts as you watch the figure take long strides in your direction, “Oh?” his voice pitches up as his right arm reaches for you.

“I think he loved you,” he snickers, making your eyes widen when you realize both of his arms are intact.

“I think you loved him,” he continues, finally pausing his step as he remains only inches from your face, “Am I right?”

You nod hesitantly, “Of course.”

“Good, you’ll help me then, won’t you?”

You jump when you feel a hand on your shoulder, one that feels foreign yet familiar, “He’s still here, you know.”

It’s all you needed to hear, no matter how pathetic it sounds. You’d give anything to feel Suguru’s warmth again, the way he used to-

The man’s right hand brushed your cheek.

Suguru’s hand grazes your cheekbone, “You looked so pretty tonight, Y/N. So… perfect.”

You gasp at the sensation and the flash of a memory it brought, knowing that it was Suguru who delivered it.

“Yes,” you pause to place your hand over the palm on the side of your face, “Yes, I’ll help.”

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it’s easy for hobbies to turn into things we avoid because of the pressure we put on ourselves. but i promise, u have nothing to prove. if u enjoy drawing, draw!! it doesn’t have to be museum worthy. ur baking doesn’t need to be master chef worthy every time you do it. hobbies are hobbies because they make you happy and u enjoy doing them. there is no pressure for u to become a professional in everything u enjoy; enjoy it for the lack of pressure. try and let yourself participate in things without tying ur worth to the final products. if it makes you happy, anything that comes from that is worth it.

I always want to request or talk but I'm scared I'll get ignored or maybe you'll think I'm annoying tbh 🥲

I agree so much with your post like i barley get anons or requests and it makes me so mad when i see people complain about it like seriously you have people who WANT to talk to you and you’re just gonna delete it like i wish I had people who WANT to talk to me or want me to write something for them smh

yeah, i get that and it's a shitty feeling🥲 in the end i always blame it on me being me. but i'm sorry you're experiencing it as well :/