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tags/content: angst, night terrors, mentions of Rika, Yuuta going insane

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wc:469

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not proofread, also first angst so sorry if it lwk sucks

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He could've sworn it was her. The back of her head, her hair, that mole. It looked like her, if she never died.

He's sick. He must be. His whole body is rigid, cold. His back starts to sweat, but it's not hot, it's not irritating, it's nauseating. The sun isn't out. He's indoors. In a loud, people infested mall.  It's cold sweats. There's a bell in his ears, a terrible buzzing like there's a million bees swarming in his brain. His feet feel heavy and he nearly crumples. His stomach knots, his heart misses one too many beats. His chest feels cold, and his throat feels like it’s about to close up but the insides of his mouth pool with a hot, salty coat of saliva, tingling his tongue and it feels like the inside of his mouth also has cold sweats, like when you eat something salty after not eating all day.

He's rooted to his spot, he can’t move. His vision pulses as the world moves on around him. Bile rises in his throat and burns him, but nothing comes out. He loses feeling in his hands as they start to get clammy, a terrible prickly sensation in his legs as he regains feeling. He can feel a scream pushing to rip from his throat but it's so closed tight it hurts.

He can barely see, his head is throbbing, but his eyes are still locked on that woman. He can barely drag himself over, feet feeling like a ton as he picks one up and swings it forwards like he's forgotten how to walk. It’s like trying to move through mud, the tip of his shoe almost snagging on the tile floor as he practically lurches forwards, trying to get closer to her.

She turns her head and looks at him, lips curving into this terrible grin. He nearly falls forward. Skin slick with sweat as he tries to move again but this time he can't. He's frozen in place, forced to watch as she turns around. Giving that same terrible smile. That smile that he can't seem to place. It doesn't feel sincere, in fact, it feels mocking, like she knows that he thinks he knows who she is. But he doesn't. Because she's not real.

“Yaaaaaaaaauutaaaa”

The voice is sharp, like it's being tuned through an old radio. It's staticy, piercing. 

Her hands find his shoulders, the grin now stretching further across her face. Her eyes are thin crescent moons. Her jaw unhinges. 

“When we grow up …”

“We're going to get married …”

Tags/content: smut, cunnilingus, a little goofy, Inumaki uses his cursed speech for the first time in front of you, mutual embarrassment, slight fluff, Toge is an eater fr, aged up/college au, not proofread

wc: apprx 800

Toge was everything you could have ever hoped for. He’s cute, strong, and knows how to kick ass. Plus, he never talks, so you never had to worry about him saying any stupid shit! How perfect was that?

You and Toge have been talking for a month or so now. Well – you’ve been talking to him, and he listens, because he’d rather not say anything at all then accidentally curse you. You didn’t mind it too much, and you honestly just thought the guy was mute. You never heard him talk, and nobody thought to mention it to you, until you found out the hard way.

You and Toge had just gotten home from a date at your favorite small soba shop a few blocks from your apartment, and put on a movie in your living room. But halfway in neither of you could help but give in to the tension that had been rapidly growing ever since you met up at the soba shop. Your mouth was on his in a matter of minutes, hands pushing his shirt up to feel his chest, and he obliges, letting you take it all the way off of him as you shift on top of his lap, leg slinging over his thighs to straddle him. He was already hard, painfully so. He ruts up into you as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, moans vibrating against his mouth. The tip of your tongue prodding past his lips to feel the ticklish sensation of him swiping his tongue across your teeth, feeling the bumps and ridges. 

One thing led to another and his hands were hooked under your thighs. He hoisted you up and shifted, your head draped over the arm rest of the couch, sucking in your breath as he works at your shorts, pulling them down to your ankles, his breath fanning over your soaked panties that stick to your folds, accentuating the lips that are actively dripping just from his breath alone. You could feel him smiling against the dampness of your panties, eager. He pulled them to the side, licking a stripe up your slit, lips closing around your clit, sucking softly on it as you writhed beneath him, hips bucking up as his tongue found its way to your eager hole, clenching around nothing. He was sloppily making out with your cunt, nose bumping against your clit every time he nuzzled his face in deeper, earning more eager, and louder wanton moans from your soft lips. Your fingers find purchase in his hair, tugging, not too harsh but keeping a firm grip on him.

He groans into your pussy, hips rutting into the couch cushions.

“Fuck-” You moan, tilting your head to look down at him. “You’re so good at this Toge…” you say breathlessly, his eyes looking up to meet yours as he pulls back with a lewd smooching sound.

“Salmon.”

Whatever eagerness has completely vanished as you freeze up, face paling as you squeak out a sound of embarrassment. 

“Wh- what??” You scramble to sit up, thighs clenching shut, your face burning bright red. He seems to realize this mistake because he fumbles for his phone on the coffee table. His face is now also bright red as he frantically types on the screen. He points his phone towards you, the words reading, 

“I’m sorry, I should have mentioned earlier I’m unable to speak like the average person. I have a set of ‘safe words’ I use to protect people from my cursed speech. I meant to say you taste good.”

He isn't making eye contact. He’s embarrassed with himself. You let out a heavy sigh. You’re just glad he wasn’t insulting you. But that was a whole lot to take in. And would also take a while to get used to. You watch as he writes something else down on his phone and turns it back to you.

“I promise I’ll teach you about it another time. Am I still allowed to eat you out? Or do you not want to continue?”

You swallow hard, looking into his pleading eyes. Those big stupid violet irises that melt your heart. You really can’t help but still feel that pull towards him, that feeling of heat pooling in your groin. You hesitantly spread your thighs open, looking down at your still glistening cunt. He practically drops his phone as his fingers seem to just give out, flying to the plush flesh to keep them open while he still has the chance. He murmurs a soft “thankyou” into the crease of where your groin meets your thigh before kissing your clit, resuming his previous ministrations on your pussy with eager licks and open mouth kisses.

!warning: explicit content (durr)!

tags/content: back-shots, semi exhibition, pet names (Doll, pretty girl, I forgot the rest), incorrect use of domain expansion, degrading if you squint, reader is afab, biting, spanking if you squint, i got lazy at the end i started this at 12 am it is now almost 6 am, Judgeman don't look im so sorry, a little goofy idk what im doing

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Now, I'm not going to go on a long blab here about this, but I'm not putting mdni because we all know damn well nobody is going to listen to that. Also, this is my first fic. (pls be nice to me)

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It started simple. Just like any evening when he came home from work. He fumbles with his keys while getting into your shared home, slipping his shoes off, hanging his jacket, and his keys. The warm smell of food in the oven. You had on some sitcom, lounging on the couch, elbow up on the arm rest, cheek squished against your palm. You perk up at the sound of the door shutting and smile, getting up and making your way to him. He welcomes you against him, kissing your temple as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Missed you today, doll.” He murmurs into your hair, taking in the sweet scent of strawberries and cream.

You hum at his sweet words, pulling back from his chest to kiss his cheek, his rough stubble tickling your lips.

“I have pizza in the oven,” You tell him, looking up at him with pride in your eyes. “It still has an hour before it’s done.” you tell him softly, your tone suggesting.

He raises an eyebrow at your words, smiling warmly at you.

“Yeah? That's a while hm?” He teases.

You nod, biting your lower lip.

“Is there something you’re trying to get at?” He asks, already knowing the answer.

“Well…” you start, averting your gaze towards the couch, TV still playing in the background.

Before you can open your mouth to speak, his hands snaking down to the back of your thighs as he crouches slightly, lifting you up with ease. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as he carries you to the couch. He settles you down, gently laying your head on the arm rest as he positions himself between your thighs. He starts by tucking your hair behind your left ear, dipping his head down to press kisses against your racing pulse. His hand slides down between your thighs to push your flimsy silk shorts to the side, tutting at the absence of underwear. He marvels at the feeling of the damp fabric, sighing against your neck. He’s about to speak before you cut him off.

“W-wait… Higu- can we try something different today?” You ask shyly, unable to hold eye contact with him as he sits up, your thighs spread over his lap, his knees digging into the couch cushions.

He gives you a quizzical look. “Hm? What might that be?” He asks, looking down at you.

“I- Uhm.. was wondering if-” You hesitate, now questioning if this was even possible. You didn't think the logistics through.

“C’mon doll,” He murmurs, hand drifting up to your face to run his thumb across your lower lip. “You can ask anything of me, and I’ll do my best to make it happen.” he says softly.

You look back up at him, choosing your words very carefully.

“I- can we.. can we have sex-” The way you say it makes you cringe. “...in your domain?”

You’re about to explain but the words die on your tongue.

His eyes widened. He’s never heard of such a request before. He tries to imagine how that would work, how he’d even get Judgeman to open the domain on such a request. His silence worries you, and it appears that he has zoned out.

“Higuruma?” You ask cautiously, snapping him from his thoughts.

“I- uhm…” He tries to find the words, but he isn’t even sure how to approach this. “We can certainly try.”

He takes a deep breath and summons Judgeman, the sudden presence of the Shikigami a little startling. He clears his throat and requests trial. The two of you are then transported to his domain, you clumsily catch your balance against the rails of the judges bench. 

You look around, swallowing thickly at the absence of everything you were previously surrounded by. Higuruma stands across from you behind his own Judges bench. Your cheeks flush. Was Judgeman going to have to watch this all?

Higuruma steps out, putting his hand up to signal Judgeman to be quiet. He makes his way towards you, assessing the current situation. He approaches your bench, coming up behind you to press you against the rail. An idea comes to his mind.

There's only a few ways this can be done, and he chooses the most practical one. His hands hold your waist, chest pressed to your back as he has you bend a little, your hands grasping the rail, arms out, elbows on the hard wood of the bench. You turn your head, cheek against your shoulder as you look back at him, his gaze fixed on your ass as he stands straight.

“H-Higuruma-” You mutter his name, breaths coming out short as your eyes dart around again. 

He shushes you before you can voice any concerns.

“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll make you feel good.” He says gently. “Besides, this was your idea, was it not?” He teases.

“Yes! But-” He shushes you again.

Before you can protest again, his thumb is hooking the crotch of your shorts again, pulling them to the side, groaning at how much wetter you’ve gotten.

“How naughty” He tuts, using his right hand to glide his thumb across your clit, earning a whimper from you, your head falling forward, forehead now resting on your forearms, trying not to look at Judgeman who is still looming above the two of you. 

“Does this turn you on? Being displayed like this in such a formal setting, hm?” You shudder at his condescending tone. His thumb is still toying with your clit, making your knees buckle. He grins and takes his hand away, pressing his groin against your cunt, stifling a moan. You’re breathing heavy, soft “hahs” , “oohs” and “mms” coming from your soft lips.

You press back against him, eagerly grinding back against his painfully hard cock. He lets out a rather pathetic groan that fades into more of a whine. He bites back another sound as he pulls his hips back, a string of your juices connecting his pants to you. He swipes his thumb up your soaked folds, catching the string around his finger as he brings his digits to his lips, licking your essence from the tips.

“I’ll never get over how you taste my love.” He murmurs, hands sliding back to your waist, down to your hips, he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down to your thighs. He pulls your hips back, forcing you to spread your legs and arch slightly. Holding your waist with one hand, the other unclasps his belt and fumbles with the button and zipper of his slacks, pushing them down along with his boxers, his cock springing free. His tip is a furious red, precum already beading at the tip.

“Is my sweet girl gonna be okay without any prep?” He asks, stroking his thumb over your ass.

You swallow hard, nodding, gritted teeth so as to not make much noise.

“Ah ah…’ He starts. He lightly spanks you, eliciting an eager moan from you. “Use your words doll.” he says, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, catching all your arousal on the fat head. 

“Y-yes!” You say, a little louder than intended. “Please… please just fuck me already..” You whine, wiggling your hips at him. You pick your head up, craning to get a glance at his expression.

He was grinning, this was amusing to him. He genuinely loved seeing you like this. He didn't even think at first he’d be into this, but now he has a hunger for it. One that’s consuming every part of him. One that’s eating him.

He hums at your request, immediately obliging. He lines himself up, thumb hooking your ass cheek to pull it aside, getting a better view at how your cunt seems to suck him in greedily as he pushes in inch by inch, your velvety walls squeezing him so tight, he’d think he’s fucking a virgin if he hadn’t known you. He lets out a primal sound, a deep groan that reverberates through his body. He bottoms out, grinding into you, tip rubbing up against your service. You let out a cry, thighs trembling after being stuffed full. Both his hands clamp around your hips, holding you there as he pulls out, tip still inside your gushing cunt. He slams back in without warning, shamelessly watching how your ass bounces off his pelvis like jello. How it moves like water. His thrusts are relentless as you struggle to keep yourself upright against the judges bench.

“Agh- Higuruma-” You manage out, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

He can’t keep quiet, not with the way you’re keeping him sucked in, wrapped around him like a compression glove. He can’t help the sounds that escape him, depraved moans that bless your ears like hearing your favorite song for the first time all over again. His hand dips to hoist your thigh up, somehow going deeper than before. You’re at a loss for words, gulping air as you struggle to keep composure, broken cries and moans vibrating from your throat, jaw slack, tongue poking out.

He picks up his pace, leaning down to murmur into your ear.

“Such a dirty girl, hm?” He laughs against the shell of your ear, dipping his head down to nip at your shoulder. “Wish you could see how good this pussy’s takin’ me in, sweet girl.”

You’ve already finished twice. Your inner thighs are slick with cum, a frothy white ring around the base of Higuruma’s cock. He’s reaching his high too, chest still pressed to your back as his right hand dives between your legs and presses two fingers to your clit, drawing a loud shriek of pleasure from you. He rubs relentlessly as his thrusts get sloppier, standing back up straight, head thrown back as sweat drips down his forehead, trickling off his jawline. Locks of his hair stick to his face, a wild grin on his lips. 

“Fuck- ya’ gonna let me come inside you doll?” He groans, balls slapping up against your clit. 

“Y-yeah- mmngh- yes.. Yes please.. Pleasefillmeup-” You cry out, words barely coherent as you babble off “Iloveyou”s and “youfeelsogood”s. 

That’s all he needed to slam into you one last time, burying himself deep into you and spilling his seed, pouring it all into you as he drains his balls. He collapses against your back, pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your neck as your body gives out. He drops the leg he was holding out and hugs you against him, humming into your shoulder.