#Is a hug not reasonable and appeasing to everyone?

[pinktoonie]

Haven't seen anyone talk about this so I will because to me it seems like the biggest obstacle in Rei and Kazuki's relationship and an important through line in the show.

Here comes a long, unpolished post.

As far as Miri goes, the family unit has been established and the two dads are settling in and relaxing into their roles almost a year into having Miri. Ep 7, 8, and 9 established that Kazuki, Rei, and Miri in that order respectively are in this family thing for life 100%.

But we still have 4 episodes left.

Obviously angst is coming, but along with that, Kazuki and Rei still need to address this barrier between them.

Listen to me. These lines from episode 3 have been nagging me since they were first said. They're IMPORTANT.

"I won't ask."

"I wouldn't tell."

The context here is Rei and Kazuki talking about their pasts. Whenever Kazuki brings up a tidbit about his past, Rei will agree if it also applies to him, but he will not elaborate, and Kazuki won't ask him to. Kazuki knows the gist about Rei's family. Who they are and what they do. He doesn't know how badly Rei was/is treated. He can see the scars. I doubt he's ever brought them up though.

"I won't ask."

"I wouldn't tell."

It's a constant in their relationship. But this lack of communication is problematic for two people who have decided to spend their lives together and raise a child.

Here's another example from episode 8

Rei here is bleeding from his forearm. The show even has him pose in a way to show us that it's clearly within Kazuki's line of sight.

But Kazuki doesn't ask. Because Rei wouldn't tell.

However concerned he may be, he doesn't bring it up. He doesn't know where Rei was that night or why he's injured. He can assume it had something to do with his family, which should be worrying in itself. Kazuki is endlessly patient and understanding, but that's not fair to him.

The show even makes it a point to bring this issue up again in the same episode:

So where do we go from here?

There will need to be a moment in the show, where Kazuki WILL ask, and Rei WILL tell.

Or Rei will just open up on his own without prompting. What Rei will tell Kazuki, we don't know, but it'll be something that matters. Something important.

What could it be?

My predictions:

Rei opens up about his past abuse in detail to Kazuki to fully make him understand what his father is capable of (because of the upcoming danger)

Kazuki gives Rei some sort of ultimatum, which results in Rei admitting something, whether that's "I love you", "I need you", or some sort of confirmation that he has no intention of leaving Kazuki's side, not just Miri.

They just have a moment where they open up to each other just because they're simply changing and comfortable enough to talk about the past now. "You didnt matter much to me" is the closest we've gotten.

A "what are we?" convo.

Regardless of the reason, narratively it will have to happen before Rei and Kazuki can move forward with their relationship, whatever that entails. But this lack of communication and vulnerability with each other is what's holding them back.

Lastly, this may be completely unrelated because the show is set in Japan but still caught my eye.

"I won't ask."

"I wouldn't tell."

Sounds a hell of a lot like the old, "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in the USA, which basically stated that non heterosexual members of the military must keep their damn mouth shut about their sexuality. No openly queer people.

Which if we apply it to Rei and Kazuki's unclear partnership... Fitting.

And also considering Rei's homophobic ass speech about carrying on the family and Kazuki sullying Rei's blood (which literally implies he thinks they're sleeping together because the only way to "sully blood" is through sexually transmitted infections), seems like the organization might've also had a sort of, don't ask don't tell policy.

I'm sure I've missed stuff, but these are the points that have been stuck in my brain. All in all, whatever this important thing that Rei will tell Kazuki is, it'll be the catalyst for taking their relationship to the next level of "partnership."

[lackadaisycats]

I tried to answer this succinctly, but it turned into an essay. (Sorry.)

The Princess and the Frog was not accurate, strictly speaking, but dinging it for that would be like criticizing the Lion King for not being a realistic wildlife documentary. Accuracy wasn't really the point. Given the fantastical elements and fictional nations like “Maldonia”, I suppose we're meant to understand this as a bit removed from the real New Orleans. It's more a a jazz-flavored fairy tale than a historical fiction.

But for discussion's sake....

Is it fashion-accurate to its 1926 timeframe? Ehhh, sort of. It pays homage to 20s fashion trends with cloche hats, furs and feathery headpieces, but without fully committing to it. The waistline on almost all of Tiana's clothing is too high for the 20s, and the the shapes of her fancier costumes take a lot of liberties, or deviate wildly from the style of the period.

In the 20s, dresses (including workaday stuff) tended to have a straight up-and-down shape to it - kind of a low-waisted rectangle that de-emphasized curves instead of highlighting them. There are valid reasons to play fast and loose with that, though (something I’m definitely guilty of as well). One of those reasons is communication. 

For instance, speculatively, the filmmakers wrote Tiana as a hard-working waitress and wanted her to look the part, so they made the choice to clothe her in something familiar - that gingham dress of mid-century shape that we broadly associate with diner waitresses. Actual waitress uniforms of the 20s had a fair bit of overlap with maid uniforms at the time too, and I can see why they wouldn't want to risk the confusion. It's more important to communicate clearly with the larger audience than to appease a small faction of fashion nerds who'd notice or care about the precision.

I don't think it's a case of the designers failing to do their research - I'm sure they had piles of references, and maybe even consultants - but they also had to have priorities.

With her hat and coat on, she looks a lot more 1920s-shaped.

Pretty consistently, the indication of the characteristic 1920s drop waist is there, but the approach otherwise ignores the 20s silhouette. The clothes hug the body too much. This may be about appealing to a 2000s audience, visually speaking, but also could be an animation thing. Maybe both. For practical reasons, clothes in 2d animation are usually more a sort of second skin than something that wears or behaves like realistic fabric.

These are not in the 1920s ballpark at all. Tiana's blue gown looks like your basic Disney brand invention. Strapless things would have been extremely unusual and the overall shape is far out of step. Excusable, I guess, because it's a costume in context. Charlotte looks like she’s heading for a mimosa brunch in a modern maxi dress.

Charlotte's princess dress did seem to be calling back to the ultra-wide pannier side hoops of the 18th century - something that made a reappearance for part of the 20s, albeit in much milder form called robe de style. I'm not sure if the filmmakers were alluding to that at all, really, but either way, her dress is hilarious.

They only went about halfway with the cloche hats. The 1920s cloche really encapsulated the cranium, almost entirely covered bobbed hair, and obscured much of the face from certain angles, so it's easy to see why they've been somewhat reined in for the film. Still, it ends up looking more 1930s, where the hats started to recede away from the face, evolving in the direction of the pillbox.

Similarly, Tiana's hair is not very reminiscent of the bobbed, close-to-the-cranium style of the period, but I think that could legitimately be written off as characterization. She's not at all the type of person who'd fuss about going à la mode. Not everyone bobbed and finger-waved their hair.

The clothes Prince Naveen is introduced in are very 1920s collegiate in spirit - the wide-leg oxford bags, the sleeveless pullover sweater, the flat cap, and high, stiff collar. The ukulele and banjolele were pretty trendy instruments at the time too.

Definitely some Josephine Baker vibes here. Also, the look of this whole fantasy sequence was reportedly inspired by the works of Aaron Douglas, a luminary painter of the Harlem Renaissance known for his depictions of the lives of African-Americans. (The mural is in Topeka, Kansas.)

They pretty much nailed the Art Deco. It's gorgeous. Looks somewhat inspired by the interiors of some of the Ralph Walker-designed NYC architecture, plus some French Quarter balcony flair for the final manifestation of Tiana's Place. Her dress here does resemble some gauzy mid-1920s looks, too.

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Culturally speaking...

New Orleans is an unusual place. Because some of the colonial Spanish and French laws and conventions that New Orleans evolved under persisted even after its inception into the United States; because it was such a heterogeneous hub of indigenous and immigrant peoples; and because it had a considerable population of free people of color (mostly Creole), it did not function quite like the rest of the South leading up to the Civil War, nor for a while after. Its particular coalescence of cultures made it its own unique sort of culture within the country, within the region, within the state of Louisiana even. By the early 20th century, though, regardless of the not-very-binary nature of New Orleans, Jim Crow laws were enforcing a literal black-and-white distinction, and not an evenhanded one, by far. In that aspect, the city had begun to resemble the rest of the South.

The film nods at the wealth disparity, but goes on to paint a pretty rosy picture of race and class relations at the time. Still it's not unbelievable that some people were exceptions to the rules. You could probably find a few compartments of old New Orleans society that resisted segregation or certain prejudicial norms, preferring to do things their own way. That aside, the film wasn't trying to confront these topics. Not every piece of media should have to. Sometimes breaking away from miserable period piece stereotypes is refreshing. I'm not sure it could have handled that meaningfully given the running time, narrow story focus, and intended audience, anyhow. (But you could perhaps also make a case that family films habitually underestimate younger audiences in this way.)

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Raymond the firefly I guess is the film's Cajun representation. There's not much to say about it, except perhaps to note that Evangeline is a reference to the heroine of a Longfellow poem of the same name. The poem is an epic romance set during the expulsion of the Acadians from the eastern provinces of Canada and the northernmost reaches of the American colonies (now Maine) by the British in the mid-1700s. Many exiled Acadians gradually migrated south to francophone-friendly Louisiana, settling into the prairies and bayous, where 'Acadian' truncated into the pronunciation 'Cajun'. Evangeline - who is only finally reunited with her love when he’s on his deathbed - has become an emblem of the heartbreak, separation and faithful hope of that cultural history, and there are parishes, statues and other landmarks named after the her throughout Louisiana.

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Voodoo does have a very historical presence in New Orleans, having arrived both directly from West Africa and by way of the Haitian diaspora (where it would more properly be called Vodou). While I don't think Disney's treatment of it was especially sensitive or serious, it also wasn't the grotesquely off-base sort of thing that media of the past has been known to do. It was largely whittled down to a magical plot component, but it wasn't so fully repurposed that it didn't resemble Voodoo at all either - and that's mostly owing to the characters, because it does appear the writers pulled from history there.

It’s apparently widely held that Dr. Facilier is a Baron Samedi caricature - and likely that's true, in part - but I have the impression he's also influenced by Doctor John. Not the 20th century funk musician, but the antebellum “Voodoo King” of New Orleans. Doctor John (also called Bayou John, Jean La Ficelle, and other aliases) claimed to be a Senegalese prince. He became well known as a potion man and romance-focused prognosticator to people from all corners of society. Though highly celebrated and financially successful at his peak, he seems ultimately remembered as an exploitative villain.

To my recollection, the film sort of gingerly avoids referring to Facilier as a Voodoo practitioner directly (I think he's more generically called a witch doctor in the script?) but it does seem to imply his 'friends on the other side' are a consortium of loa. It's mostly abbreviated into nebulously evil-seeming special FX, glazing over any specificity or dimensionality, but it does also loop back around as a vehicle of moral justice. Loa are all very individualistic and multi-faceted, but they do have reciprocal rules for asking favors of them.

There's also the benevolent counterpart in Mama Odie's character. Her wearing ritual whites has a definite basis in Voodoo/Vodou practice, and her depiction as a fairy godmother-like figure isn't entirely out of step with how a mambo may have been perceived...in a very general sense. They were/are ceremonial leaders and community bastions who people would seek out for help, advice and spiritual guidance. More than just emanating matronly good vibes, though, some have wielded considerable political and economic power.

(Just my opinions here. I've done a lot of reading on the subject for research but I'm no authority with any special insider understanding of Voodoo, and I really shouldn't be relied upon as an arbiter of who has or hasn't done it justice in fiction.)

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In summary--

Culturally, I think the film is respectably informed but paints a superficially genteel picture. The set pieces are gorgeous, but the story mostly delivers a sort of veneer of New Orleanishness. And as for fashion, well, it’s the 1920s run through a Disney filter. It’s very pretty, but it’s only as proximally accurate as seemed practical.

I don’t know that any of that really matters so much as whether or not it achieved what it intended, though. As a charming yarn and as a tribute to New Orleans and the Jazz age, I think it’s mostly successful. It’s also really beautifully animated!

[asliceofzosan]

Sanji is a lightweight.

He can't hold his liquor for shit despite his failed attempts to hide it from everyone else. The signs are obvious — the flushed cheeks, the hooded eyes, and the constant smile on his face that remains even if he's not talking to a lady. He prances around the room, socializing and laughing at every little thing, from the cool summer breeze tickling his cheeks to Usopp's tamest of wild stories.

He's also very physically affectionate. When he'd usually reject a hug from Luffy's impossibly long outstretched arms, intoxicated Sanji would welcome the embrace with glee. Chopper is rained with little kisses on his head every time he does anything remarkably cute (which is all the time). And he's seen playing with Robin's fingers absentmindedly as he listens to her talk about the ancient history of a forgotten world.

But there's also one thing Sanji becomes when he's had one too many drinks in his system...

He gets... honest.

Sanji on a normal day is blunt and calculated. He calls things out as he sees it yet still knows how to use his words to twist something to his advantage. Like how he knows how to appease Luffy when he gets adamant over food. Or how he somehow convinces Usopp to do something he'd normally be too afraid to do.

Drunk Sanji is a different kind of honest. Drunk Sanji is honest about things he never even utters if he was even a lick sober.

And Zoro? Oh, he's always been the one to bare witness to Sanji's honesty.

Zoro likes to think of himself as an honest man. He can omit the truth every now and then for someone's safety or to preserve their blissful ignorance, but most of the time he doesn't see any reason to lie. If he finds you annoying, he'll say it. To hell with your damn feelings about it.

But though he values honesty and trust, he sure can hide the truth. Because his own feelings take the back burner. He can't be emotionally charged when lives are on the line. He can't let his heart win out when his brain tells him it's a bad idea. He can trust a gut feeling but never the tug of his own heartstrings.

So witnessing Sanji's honesty — so rooted in the tresses of his stupidly big emotional heart — always has Zoro freezing in place. He can't handle it. But he can't push him away either.

He can hide his true feelings but by all four seas, he can't ever push them far enough away for him to ignore them.

For the embarrassing truth of it all is that every time Sanji looks at him, smiles at him, laughs with him, or even fights with him — Zoro is irrevocably, unequivocally, and detrimentally smitten with the curly browed cook.

He doesn't remember when (somewhere between Little Garden and Thriller Bark... who knows, really...) but he definitely remembers waking up one day and wanting to see Sanji first thing in the morning. He remembers the rapid beating of his heart when the man prepared his comfort dishes when Zoro was having a rough day. He remembers the sparks of electric fire seeping to his bones from a single touch, a brush of fingertips against his scalp with a whispered 'you need a haircut marimo', the ice cold chill that runs down his spine of watching this stupid blonde man attempt to sacrifice his life over and over again to save his friends. All these feelings he remembers and dreads and looks forward to all at the same time.

All come crashing down upon him until he's stuck beneath a mountain of untapped, unrealized, unacknowledged feelings — all because Sanji decided that for today's party he will hold Zoro's hand, and guide him to the galley so they could be alone.

Alone.

"Marimoooo," Sanji sings, a light giggle cutting off the prolonged syllable, and Zoro has to actively remember not to crumble. He grips the edge of the kitchen counter, his knuckle turning white, with the other hand desperately clinging to a cheap bottle of sake.

"Auditioning for a musical, cook?" Zoro teases and Sanji sticks his tongue out at him. Zoro, despite all he's holding back, allows himself to chuckle.

"Shut the fudge up, dumb green haired muscle head doofus." (New note: when drunk enough, Sanji physically cannot swear.) He jabs a finger at Zoro's chest, unaware of the invisible mark he's left on his heart. "I wanted to tell you something, stupid."

"Can't it wait until you're sober and can kick my ass properly?" Zoro's deflecting and he damn well knows it. But Drunk Sanji is so unfairly adorable that if he lets him talk more, he might do something Sober Sanji would hate him for forever.

"I donwanna kick your ass!" Sanji throws his hands up exasperatedly. "No no no no thas' not important..."

"What could possibly–" When Zoro chanced a glance at Sanji, he stopped mid sentence. Hooded blue eyes were gazing at him intensely, an ocean of possibilities, a high tide of emotions washing onto the shore. Zoro can't look away. He wants to. He needs to. But he can't. Like a capsized ship at the edge of a whirlpool, Sanji's gaze sucks Zoro in with no pause for mercy.

Mercy that Zoro refuses to call out for.

"Zoro," He says it with a low tone, a soft voice, and with a breathiness he's never heard his name be uttered through before.

He feels Sanji's hand on top of his own before he could let go of the counter. He looks down and the man is tracing his scars. The ones faded overtime and the ones that are freshly closed over. There's a band-aid on his thumb that he's forgotten to remove from a week ago. Sanji's own delicate but kitchen worn fingers run over his knuckles. Each feather light touch sends electric shocks through his veins, a rushing heat that no shot of alcohol could recreate.

Zoro, despite everything his mind is telling him to do, turns his hand over and lets Sanji slip his fingers through and press their palms together.

They're closer now. He doesn't remember when that happened. But Sanji's face is so close, he could count the eyelashes fluttering gently between wakefulness and dreaming if he wanted to. He desperately did. Instead, his other hand raised up to cup Sanji's ever alcohol flushed cheeks, and feels his heart burst with the gentle smile Sanji gives him in return.

"Did you know?" Sanji whispers, thumb rubbing over a particularly nasty scar on the back of Zoro's hand.

"What?" Zoro indulges him. Just this once. "What don't I know?"

Sanji's smile brightens. He rests a hand on Zoro's chest. He feels Zoro's beating heart beneath his palm. Then he looks up, eyes twinkling with a simple but powerful emotion. Zoro's only seen him look like that once before. Back when it was just the five of them from the East Blue, their borrowed ship from Syrup Village, and their feet on a barrel promising to achieve their dreams.

Pure and utter joy.

"Did you know... that I'm so happy that you're my friend?"

Zoro's breath hitches and Sanji hiccups, sudden tears flowing down his cheeks. He doesn't attempt to hide them or wipe them away. Zoro feels them fall onto his chest as he watches Sanji cry with the biggest smile on his face.

"You're the first friend I had that was my age," He continued, bringing Zoro's hand up and nuzzling against his palm. "I never had friends growing up. Was surrounded by old geezers telling me what to do half the time. Joining the crew... This is the best decision I ever made."

Then a faint kiss was placed on every scar Sanji could see on Zoro's hand. Piece by piece, Zoro's resolve crumbled, and he felt tears prickle at the corner of his eye.

"You're my best friend, Zoro. Did I tell you that?"

"No," Zoro whispered. He takes Sanji's other hand and kisses the rough pads of his fingertips too. Sanji watches him, mouth slightly open in a dazed smile. Zoro wonders if he'll remember this in the morning.

"Why haven't I?" Sanji asks him, or perhaps wonders aloud. Zoro just shrugs and keeps kissing up Sanji's hand. With each kiss, Sanji lets out a sigh, gentle and inviting. Zoro chooses not to answer.

"I love having friends," Sanji says stumbling forward slightly at Zoro's ministrations. Zoro catches him before he falls and Sanji throws his arms around him, clutching tightly and giggling so much that he's almost losing breath. "I love having you in my life."

A tear falls down Zoro's cheek. He tightens his hold around the cook and thinks the exact same thing.

Sanji burrows his face into Zoro's shoulder, hiccuping again. "Can we stay like this for a little while?"

"We can stay like this forever, if you want." Like this as in always by your side. Like this as in holding you every time you ask for it. Like this as in who we can be if alcohol didn't make you forget everything you say to me.

"I have to cook tomorrow though." was Sanji's brilliant response and Zoro couldn't help but laugh. He's waited this long for something like this. He can wait until morning for a conversation a little more serious.

"Yeah, cook." Zoro obliges, leading Sanji to the cushioned bench by the dinner table. "We can stay like this for a little while."

"Yay," Sanji cheers softly, his voice already starting to slur. Zoro lets him rest his head on his chest as he curls up and around Zoro like a koala. "Warm."

Time moves by slowly. Zoro's fingers run through silky blond hair as they talk about silly insignificant things. Sanji's giggles get softer and softer. His breathing evens out. Soon enough, Sanji's eyelids have closed and he's sleeping soundly, clinging as tightly as his unconscious body permits onto the swordsman.

Zoro knows that when morning comes, they'll have to talk. But for now, Zoro allows himself to bask in the warmth of Sanji's honesty. Allows himself to let Sanji's genuine gratitude of meeting and joining the straw hat crew wash over him like the gentlest of cool sea breezes after a long and hot day.

And he can be assured, as he drifts off into his own slumber, that Sanji loves him.

And that Zoro loves him too.

inspired by this tweet

[cocoakrispis-blog]

✭ 3. FAMILY THERAPY ✭

pairing ~ ellie williams x fem! reader

summary ~ we join (y/n) in her first family therapy session which goes fairly well for her, but she seems a little bit more focused on ellie and what she’s going through. (y/n) seems to be thinking about ellie a lot it’s almost like she’s even haunting her dreams.

warnings ~ homophobia, tones of a little bit of religious trauma, joel finally makes his appearance but he’s homophobic :(, lil bit nsfw, wet dreams, making out, masturbation

wc ~ 4.0k words

SERIES MASTERLIST

the next step for the true directions rehabilitation program was family therapy.

this was one of the steps that your were dreading the most.

there was still a lot of shame that lingered in your conscious at fully admitting that you were a homosexual. as well as a touch of embarrassment that your family and friends were able to figure it out before you.

you still got anxious saying the word, lesbian, quietly to yourself with no one else around.

you had no idea how you were going to face your parents the people who had raised you to be a perfect, good-mannered, respectful, and more than anything normal teenage girl and look them straight in the face to tell them you had ended up as anything but.

the guilt that kept you up at night was getting easier to deal with day by day but the announcement of family therapy made it come back in full force.

where had they went wrong?

where had you went wrong?

the two questions that kept you from getting one single good night of fully restful sleep.

it wasn’t hard to see that you and the girls weren’t looking forward to facing this next step.

in the morning it was much more quiet than usual and everyone ate their breakfast in silence.

getting ready for the main event was somewhat uncomfortable as well.

it was almost silent and everyone seemed to be in almost some sort of trance.

even ellie who didn’t have any trouble teasing you for small things like how you applied your lip gloss or the way you walked was completely silent.

it unsettled you.

you knew you would be overjoyed for finally catching a break from all of the teasing but for some reason it made you feel oddly sad and lonely.

everyone had became significantly more tense once maria had announced to them that their parents had actually arrived and were now waiting for them in the room that you would be using.

“they’re all waiting in that room for you guys go ahead and go chat with them a little bit while i prepare our lesson for today!” maria exclaimed quite cheerily.

everyone reluctantly nodded their head and slowly trickled into the room.

the first parent that you noticed was a burly looking cowboy with what you assumed was large ten gallon hat to complete the look.

his presence was quite misplaced in the pastel orange room, and it immediately drew your eyes to him.

it was obvious he didn’t belong here and you wondered how he had even found out about this place.

to your surprise ellie walked up to the man and as soon as he noticed her he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“hi there ellie.” you quietly heard the man’s thick southern accent whisper into the top of her head.

for the first time time since you had seen ellie you briefly saw her completely let her guard down and melt into the hug.

your heart squeezed and you unconsciously wished you could see her do that more often.

“hi joel.” ellie whispered back softer than you’d ever heard her speak.

your intense staring at the tender moment was soon interrupted by your own parents who you had completely forgotten were there to begin with.

“what’s got you so distracted (y/n) aren’t you happy to see us?” your dad joked and pulled you into a hug.

you were knocked out of your trance and immediately put fixed your face to appease your parents.

“of course i’m happy to see you guys!” you squeezed your dad before smiling at your mom and pulling her into a brief side hug.

after you chatted and caught up a bit more maria walked into the room to announce that you guys would be starting.

as you were finding your seats you finally looked around to observe everyone else’s parents.

dina was accompanied by her mom and what looked like her little sister.

dina and her mom and sister all looked extremely alike but it was obvious dina was the more laid back one of the three.

riley was in deep conversation with her mom and dad about what you assumed to be sports.

their relationship seemed to look quite healthy and normal and you couldn’t help but wonder why they would send her to this place.

cat only seemed to be with her very professional looking mother.

it was almost comical to see how alternative looking and cool cat looked next to her very serious and businesslike mom.

when you finished observing the room and everyone was officially settled and quiet maria began to speak again.

“well first i’d like to thank everyone for coming today your presence is very beneficial to our campers and is very helpful with their progress.

everyone clapped at the small welcoming before maria continued.

“so today in family therapy will be discussing our roots and really just opening up to get more comfortable with each other.” maria clapped. “why don’t you start riley.”

riley anxiously looked around the room before clearing her throat and beginning.

“well um hey to those who don’t know me my name is riley and i am a lesbian.” she glanced over the adults in the room for a reaction before continuing. “well my root is always playing softball growing up.”

“would you like to go more into detail about how deeply that affected you we are all here to listen and better understand eachother.” maria said gently.

riley nodded before going further in depth about her extreme love for sports and how girls that played it impacted her sexuality.

you somewhat zoned out as she kept talking since you had already heard all about this in group therapy and just allowed yourself to continue looking around the room.

all the other girls seemed to in the same predicament and you briefly made eye contact with dina and sent her a smile.

for the most part the rest of the session was a blur you were quite focused on putting together your root and making sure you didn’t ramble on and embarrass yourself.

eventually it was ellie’s turn and once maria said her name you were instantly thrown out of your own thoughts and you prepared yourself to listen intently.

there was long pause before ellie began talking and you couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was going on inside her head at that very moment.

she was usually so quick witted and smart it was quite unusual to see her in this almost timid state.

“i-i don’t have a root.” she mumbled quietly under her breath.

everyone shifted quite awkwardly at her response and you looked at maria to see how she would react.

maria’s smile briefly faltered before she corrected it and looked at ellie with an almost mocking look.

“what do you mean you don’t have a root ellie we all know you have one there really is no reason to be scared this is a safe space.” maria attempted to comfort the girl.

“no i really don’t have one.” ellie crossed her arms tightly to her chest before training her gaze onto the boring floor.

maria grimaced before pressing on.

“well since i know you do i’ll just say it and you can elaborate on it.” maria sighed quietly.

“ellie’s root is that her mother got married in pants.” maria announced to the group proudly.

you saw ellie’s dad give the woman a weird stare before training his hard gaze on ellie.

“is that right ellie?” joel mirrored ellie’s crossed arms and started to tap his foot impatiently.

you saw ellie hesitantly look up from the ground to glance at joel.

“n-no it’s not right i l-lied i don’t have a mom i’m adopted.” ellie mumbled quietly.

your fought back the urge to take in a large dramatic gasp and just settled for squeezing tightly on your skirt.

seeing ellie genuinely vulnerable and open was truly a sight to behold, and you were beyond shocked.

the lying was extremely obvious and you were honestly shocked maria even believed her fake root to begin with.

however everything that came after her admitting her lie was extremely surprising.

you felt your heart squeeze painfully at how sad ellie sounded when she admitted everything.

“ellie how exactly is this program supposed to help you if you’re going around here lying.” you clearly heard the strain in his voice.

ellie settled for not responding and silently stared at the floor with furrowed eyebrows.

“really ellie you have nothing to say for yourself?” he sighed at the unresponsive girl.

you watched as ellie bit her lip and shook her head solemnly.

“well if you’re not going to put in the effort to get better why am i even here trying to put the effort in to help you get better.” joel stated before rising from the couch without another word and walking out of the room.

as soon as he left you looked at ellie who looked completely shocked that he had left and watched as she scrambled out of the room to follow after him.

you turned around in your chair to see the two arguing outside but due to their distance you couldn’t hear any words. but from the frustrated facial expressions on both of their faces it was easy to assume the conversation is was not going well at all.

the scene made your heart feel almost indescribably sad.

it was obvious that the both of them were very close despite not being blood related but this situation had put an extreme strain on their relationship.

your shameless staring was interrupted by maria awkwardly clearing her throat and calling out your name.

“well um (y/n) it is now time for you to reveal your root.” maria said sternly.

you gulped quietly and shifted uncomfortable before announcing the root of your homosexuality that you had been going over in your head over and over again.

once you were finished the whole room burst into applause.

you heard murmurs of ‘who would have thought’ and ‘she’s so brave’ being whispered throughout the room.

maria even looked more than pleased with the biggest grin on her face.

you tried to smile back at her but you knew the only thing you really wanted to do right now was whip your head back around to see what had happened to ellie and her adoptive father joel.

soon after that the session of family therapy was finished and it was time for everyone to send their families on their way.

your mind could barely focus on giving a proper goodbye to your parents because ellie still hadn’t come back and all you wanted to do was know that she was okay.

the rest of the day went by in a blur and before you knew it it was free time.

usually you would spend your free time chatting it up with dina and riley but this time it felt like it was almost your duty to speak to and comfort ellie.

ellie was sat by herself over one of the small hills in front of the house smoking one of the cigarettes you still didn’t understand how she snuck in.

you mentally gave yourself a mini pep talk before waltzing over to ellie and taking a seat next to her.

as soon as you sat down next to her ellie scooted away from you.

“what am i contagious?” you gave her a confused look.

you expected her to give you back some kind of witty comeback but much to you dismay she very simply ended up rolling her eyes and promptly took another long drag of her cigarette.

you sighed softly at her lack of response and focused your attention on the notepad siting in your lap.

since there wasn’t much entertainment around here you would frequently make little cheers for your team to use whenever you would return back from camp.

your head unconsciously bopped up and down as you repeated the cheer over and over in your head while attempting to come up with the next line.

“what is that?” ellie finally decided to stop ignoring you and moved a little closer to look at the lines of cheer written on your notepad.

“i’m trying to make a cheer but i’m stuck right now.” you sighed in frustration.

ellie gave you a mildly interested look before asking you another question about your cheer. “well what do you have so far?”.

you smiled at her question before clearing our throat and chanting out what you had so far.

“5-6-7-8 God is good-“

ellie interrupted you to add onto the cheer.

“God is straight!’ she cheered out in fake enthusiasm.

you frowned once you realized ellie wasn’t actually taking you seriously.

“cheers aren’t supposed to be super duper smart and witty you know they’re just to make people feel hyped up and good.” you gave her an annoyed look.

“cheers make tiny girls in tiny skirts to little flips.” ellie took a drag out of her cigarette before continuing. “orgasms make people feel good.”

you felt your cheeks warm and you quickly looked away to hide your embarrassment.

ellie softly chuckled at the look on your face and shrugged her shoulders casually. “just trying to help you out.”

you rolled your eyes in response and you two sat in a comfortable silence for a little while.

“your dad- um i-i mean your joel didn’t stay very long.” you messed with the grass of the hilll while casually trying to bring up the topic of the absolute trainwreck of a family therapy.

“his old ass was probably just cranky from not having an afternoon nap.” ellie laughed at her own joke with little enthusiasm.

“i know for a fact that he’s just trying to do what’s best for you.” you gently tried to soothe her obvious discomfort.

“well aren’t you just the sweetest little thing.” ellie scoffed at your response and gave you an irritated look.

“this whole thing is bullshit (y/n) i don’t know why you can’t you see that, you are who you are the only way you get by in life is by not getting found out.” ellie ridiculed you harshly.

you tried your best not to take her words to heart and pressed on.

“well if you’re such an expert on how to do this whole thing the right way how did you end up here?” you questioned the freckle faced girl.

“i got caught.” she sighed before mumbling out her response quietly.

“how exactly did you get caught?” you asked her curiously.

ellie let out a breath before beginning her explanation.

“i uhh used to have this friend that was a girl and we spent just a little bit too much time together.” you clearly saw ellie struggle to keep her voice level while explaining.

“what did you and this friend get caught doing?” you followed up your previous question.

ellie gave you an unimpressed look and sighed in annoyance.

“what do you think?”

her question was left hanging in the air as you imagined ellie with another girl doing inherently naughty things.

you felt your stomach turn at the thought and quickly shook your head to make your mind think of something else.

“one day joel caught us together and he decided the best course of action would be to send me here.” she continued when you didn’t respond.

there was another pause before you ed your next question.

you briefly debated back and forth with yourself to ask it but ultimately decided if you didn’t ask now you probably wouldn’t find a time to ask later.

“where you in love with her?” you asked ellie softly.

ellie looked away from you and quickly stood up to avoid your gaze.

“does it even matter?” grumbled under her breath.

you panicked once you realized you may have gone to far and in a desperate attempt to get her to stay you very gently reached up and grabbed her wrist to hold her in place.

ellie quickly retracted her wrist and gave you a look you couldn’t identify.

“careful i could get you reported for that.” was the last thing she said before leaving you to your own thoughts.

that interaction was the last one you had with ellie until it was time for lights out and you and all the rest of the girls were getting ready for bed.

you were sharing the mirror with dina and ellie as you all did your own separate nighttime routines.

dina was wiping down her face, as you brushed your hair, and ellie washed her mouth.

you were pretty much off in your own little world as you brushed your hair but out of the corner of our eye ellie asked your interest.

for some reason the sight of the water dripping form ellie’s mouth was oddly intimate and you couldn’t help but gawk.

ellie noticed your obvious staring and gave you a smirk and a wink before going back to washing her mouth.

you felt your body warm because of ellie and hastily put up your brush before running out of the bathroom.

you distantly heard dina ask ellie what was wrong with you and ellie let out a laugh before you jumped into bed as fast as possible.

you had no idea how much you were affected by what ellie had done in the bathroom until it was a couple of hours later and you just couldn’t manage to fall asleep.

for some reason every time you closed your eyes all you could see was ellie staring at you with her beautiful green eyes with much more attention than she had ever given you in real life.

as soon as that image materialized you would always open your eyes as fast as possible to get the scene out of your head.

after a while you got tired of interrupting your sleep and tried to just keep your eyes closed to see if maybe something else would happen after you would see ellie.

your eyes were then closed and you were back into your dream world staring at ellie and her pale green eyes.

ellie stared at you softly before leaning in and pressing her soft lips against hers.

the kiss was one of the most gentle things you had ever felt and without thinking you leaned into the kiss to return it full force.

you felt ellie smile into the kiss and her arms wrapped around you to pull you in closer.

your hands found your way into her auburn hair and you tugged at it when she teasingly bit your lip to ask for entrance.

you opened your mouth to allow her tongue to enter your mouth and softly moaned when you felt her warm wet tongue caress you own.

you felt fireworks go off in your mind at the feeling and pulled her in even closer by her hair to deepen the kiss.

ellie moaned into the kiss and roughly began kissing you back in retaliation.

you felt ellie’s hand trail down to your bottoms and begin to toy with the edge of your panties.

your eyes shot open in a panic before she could get any further and you sat up in bed while panting to catch your breath.

what had just happened?

you had heard of wet dreams before but you only knew of boys experiencing it so you were utterly confused as to why you had just suffering from one.

your confusion was cut short by the feeling of your thighs unconsciously rubbing together to relieve the pressure between your thighs.

you quietly gasped when you looked down to see a wet patch on your little shorts leaking from your panties.

there was only a couple of times you had felt this intense unfamiliar feeling and it always had to do with when you were staring a little bit too long at one of your teammates in practice.

you assumed it was just being proud of them for completing a hard trick but as you sat here in your own wetness after having such a dirty dream you realized it was actually arousal.

your whole body turned warm once you realized you were turned on and there was no way you would be able to go back to sleep without taking care of it.

as silently as possible you got out of bed and headed into the bathroom to hopefully sort out what was going on inside your panties.

you didn’t even bother turning on the lights to stay as discreet as possible.

for a while you stared at yourself in the mirror of the dark bathroom in hope of maybe finding some answers.

when no answers came out of the darkness you sighed to yourself in realization of what you would really have to do.

you very slowly took off your sleeping shorts and panties in one motion and shivered once you felt the cold air on your dripping heat.

masturbation wasn’t something you were completely clueless to but you had never actually tried to do it yourself.

from the mandatory sex ed class you had taken you knew were everything was and just hoped you could actually make yourself feel good.

you very hesitantly brought your hand down to your pussy and gasped softly once you actually made contact with it.

it was an unfamiliar feeling but it felt good.

it was so wet and a warm you almost felt embarrassed what you got this way from a dream with ellie in it.

almost.

your middle finger trailed down to your clit and you bit your lip in concentration as you began to circle it in soft motions.

you felt your hole twitch at the feeling and you whined softly as you softly pinched your clit between two fingers.

your nipples harden underneath your thin sleep shirt and without thinking you reached up to grab at one of your boobs with your other hand.

when you fingers made contact with your hardened nipples you had to bite back a whine at how good the stimulation felt.

the fingers that were circling your clit sped up and your breathing began to get heavier as you tell a foreign feeling start to build up in your lower stomach.

you threw your head back when you felt your fingers apply the perfect pressure to your clit and accidentally squeezed your nipple harder than intended, resulting in a quiet moan.

before you were fully able to process what was happening you felt your clit twitch and your dripping hole squeeze impossibly tighter.

the feeling growing in your lower stomach snapped and you felt the feeling of your warm cum slide down your spent pussy.

it was so overwhelming you had to rip your hand from your tit to cover your mouth to prevent any sounds from leaking out.

you had never felt something so euphoric and it was difficult to keep silent about it.

after a coupled blissful seconds the feeling started to wear off and you hesitantly brought your fingers up to look at how soaked they were.

you felt embarrassment fill you when you realized you had just cum on your own fingers in the dark bathroom with thoughts of ellie on the forefront of your mind.

without saying another word you washed your hands, reclothed your bottom half despite the fact that they were still sticky with your slick and quietly left the bathroom.

even though you knew no one was awake to look at you you still kept your head down in shame all the way back to your bed.

much to your surprise as soon as you got into bed a wave of exhaustion washed over you which made it much easier for you to fall asleep this time around.

the last thoughts on your mind as you fell asleep being about how much better you could have felt if ellie had been the one helping you out in the bathroom.

a/n: damn (y/n) is kinda FREAKY! uhh so sorry this took so long to come out school came went and kicked my ass. it literally took me the whole wee to write this it’s how busy i was i really hope it was worth the wait. i already said this but this isn’t exactly supposed to be word for word bar for bar by the movie so i cut some stuff and changed it out if i felt like it wouldn’t work with the storyline i am trying to create. i had so much fun writing the joel part but it was os hard because i know that canon joel would never care if ellie liked kissing girls </3. anyways i really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter i will be pushing out the next chapter as soon as i can love you guys!!!

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[themissinghand]

Genshin Impact: The Overworked God [2]

Part 1

Summary: In which one of the lore writers who help write the world of Genshin Impact was suddenly thrusted in the very world they created. 

Well, testing characters is one thing, but playing God, and raising 7 children at a time? 

Oh boy. He just wants to go home and sleep.

Note: Finally back from break!

Part 2 of the Overworked God! Creator! Male OC!

What if we had a smarter Creator that never forgot his initial wish of going home?

Warning: Genshin and SAGAU themes, some OOC and angst.

★・・・・・・★

Tempus, or Kai has been in the world of Genshin Impact for a very long time, since its creation where it was just him and Celestia. 

He struck a deal with Celestia, promising to be the Creator and consequently the God of Time to help create Teyvat, but on his own terms. Doing what he can to save his creations from unnecessary pain and suffering. 

So, he’s still overworked, stressed and sleepy all the time, especially now that he has to take care of 7 children too.  

But finally…today is the day he could finally go home. 

Home sounds foreign to him, after all, he spent more years in Teyvat than on Earth, but he has never given up on returning after fulfilling his duty as the Creator. 

It’s going to be a difficult announcement to make, considering how attached his children could be, but perhaps, he could twist the narrative just a bit to appease them.

“Tempus!” Speaking of, two bundles of mass hopped towards him as usual, and he caught them with both arms as if it was a routine. He stumbles a bit, sighs, but pats them on the head. 

“It’s been so long since you visited Monstadt! I missed you~” Venti hugged his waist as he peaked up with puppy eyes. Before Kai could respond, Furina beat him to it. 

“It’s because he likes Fontaine better! He’s been in my country the longest!” Furina quipped back with a proud expression on her face. 

“That’s because you suck at ruling your country!” 

“Says you, Mr. Drunkard Bard!” 

At least they both have trustworthy people like Neuvillette and Jean to take care of their country…

“That’s enough, you two.” A spark of lightning scared the two to cling onto Tempus even more, but Ei easily picked the two off. 

Ah, one of the more responsible leaders…

“Please ignore these two, Tempus.” Ei says stoically, as she sends a deadly glare that shuts the two up. 

“It’s fine.” Tempus greets every single Archon with a nod, before taking a seat at the head of the table, his expression showing his tiredness despite the light-hearted banter that usually happens during these meetings.

“Have a seat everyone.” All the Archons did a curt bow before taking their respective seats. 

Materializing snacks resembling that of an English afternoon teatime, he smiled when even the stoic Tsaritsa seemed to enjoy his food. 

It’s a shame though, this will be his last time. 

“Tempus.” He turned to the Tsaritsa, who seemed to notice his distress.

“I’m fine.” He brushed it away, before he felt a cold hand on his. 

“Let us know if anything is bothering you.” Zhongli added on, and Tempus shook his head. 

His children could handle Teyvat without him, what else would he be worried about? 

“Tempus, are your worries the reason why did you call us all today?” Sharp as always, Nahida asks, gaining everyone’s attention all at once. 

In the end…Rukkhadevata chose her fate. There are things that could not be changed…

“Yes.” Feeling everyone’s eyes on him, he felt even more estranged. 

"As you know, I've overseen Teyvat, guided you all, and tried to make amends for the mistakes of the past," Tempus continued. 

“After much thought, I believe it’s time for me to rest.” 

Multiple teacups fell onto the table with a loud thud. With a wave of his hand, the spilled tea disappeared. 

“T-Tempus! What, what do you mean?” Murata stood up abruptly, knocking over a flower vase, which Tempus easily dissolved to nothing. 

“Tempus, how could you abandon us!” 

“Calm down.” But it seems to have no effect, instead, he felt the cold hand squeeze his own, sending a shiver down his spine. 

“Tempus, you belong to us.”

“As I’ve said, I will be going into deep slumber-” Suddenly, many eyes shot towards the Bard who looked very pale. 

“-to take a break.” A teacup shattered, but Tempus paid no mind to it. 

“My decision is final, and I hope you can take care of Teyvat while I rest.” For eternity. 

“Tempus.” Scoring golden eyes burned into Kai’s soul, and he forced himself to remain neutral as he stared at Zhongli-Morax. 

“Please stay. I’m begging you, please, Your Eminence. Please don’t leave us.” 

"But what of Teyvat? You've become integral to the stability and well-being of this world, and us." There were many nods that followed. 

“We need you.”

There was desperation in his voice, and while it did hurt Tempus to leave them, he doubted he could stay any longer knowing that he could finally leave. 

“All of you are strong and are capable enough to rule your countries, which I am very proud of. Teyvat will be in good hands." Some Archons smiled briefly, but it was short lived. 

"Which is why it's time for me to step aside and take a break."

They had grown accustomed to Tempus's guidance, his wisdom, and his tireless efforts to steer them towards a better path, so for them to lose his support is like fighting without a weapon. 

“W-Where, will you be resting? In Temporium?” Furina’s shaky voice filled the silent room. 

“Stay here, the Fortress of Meropide will keep you safe. Fontaine and I will keep you safe.”

“Yes.” 

“For how long?” Venti asked, anxiety in his voice. 

“I’ll find you, I’ll find you no matter where you run.” 

“I do not know, for as long as my body needs.” Their faces became pale at thinking of the possibility of not seeing Tempus again. 

With a sigh, he stood up, making others rush to stand too. 

“Come here, each one of you.” In an instant, they rushed over and Tempus pulled them one by one into a hug. While he made himself tall and muscular, he felt small in the group hug that lasted an incredibly long time. 

He felt arms around his waist, chest, arms and back, being hugged by 7 people at once was somewhat suffocating. 

“You all will do great. I will miss you all.” This was not a lie. 

“Time flows like water, and perhaps I will wake sooner than you all expect.” This was a lie. 

Tempus heard sniffles, and felt hands grabbing his robes and weaving through his long hair. 

“Tempus…do you have to leave us?” Nahida asked, tugging his heart strings as he saw such a wise person tear up. 

Did she read my thoughts? 

Tempus got rid of that idea as he forbade her from doing so, and with his current power alongside Celestia’s authority, she should be blocked from doing such a thing. 

“I am not leaving, Nahida. I am merely resting.” 

Finally, with some coaxing, he managed to peel them off one by one. 

“I leave Teyvat in your hands.” 

With that, Tempus bid farewell to the Archons and quickly prepared to depart from Celestia. The longer he stayed, the more unbearable this would become. 

However, once he left, the atmosphere shifted once more. The Archons, loyal to their Creator beyond measure, exchanged anxious glances, and a heavy silence settled over the chamber.

“Tempus lied.” Nahida said, as tears rolled down her cheeks. 

“Nahida?” All of the Archons felt their heart drop at her words. 

“He may be resting in Temporium, but there’s more to it. I can’t read his mind completely, but…he’s going to leave us if we let him go.” 

“What are we waiting for then?” Suddenly, the atmosphere turned cold. The Tsaritsa stepped forward with her Ice scepter, Permafrost. Like many other Archon’s weapons, they were gifted to them by the Creator himself.

“If Buer’s words are true, then while his body remains in Temporium, his soul is elsewhere.” 

The Archons soon came to a consensus. 

“We cannot let him go into slumber.” 

Or they will lose him completely.

[Are you ready, dear Creator?] 

Tempus laid in his resting chamber on the edges of Temporium, in a makeshift mountain. He created this place in secret, so no one else by him knows. 

He felt bad for his kingdom, as he told the royal family that he will be gone doing his Godly duties for a long time, but never informed how long. 

Regardless, they should be able to live without a god, considering the technology and time Tempus gave them. 

[Yes]

As he lay in his comfortable bed with minimal decorations or other items, he shut his eyes and reminisced about the past. 

Although it was a very long time, he was never really alone. 

But he has seen much more than a normal human on Earth, from war to life and death, to the repetitions of stories by going back in time many times to fix his mistakes. 

“Stop him! He’s going back in time!” 

Truly, it takes a mental toll on his mind. He can’t let his emotions take over, otherwise, he would have to redo everything again. 

[Thank you for your work, dear Creator]

[Just make sure you fulfill your side of the deal]

[Of course]

When he shut his eyes, he felt safe, comfortable and oddly relieved, relieved of his duties at last. 

“Tempus!”  

His eyes snapped open and saw his chamber shake with vigor. All of his protective mechanisms activate, indeed, he prepared for this.

“Tempus!” 

Voices slowly became louder and the earth seemed to roar. 

How did they find him? Was it Buer? It must've been.

“Tempus!” 

There was desperation in their voices, and Kai assumed that they seemed to have figured something out. 

Perhaps honesty was better, but in the end, this was always the outcome. 

Yes, Tempus already knew that no matter what he did, the Archons would rebel, would seek him out.

Even if the walls seem to crumble, it did not affect Kai’s chamber, after all, it was sealed and protected with his powers.

But perhaps with a bit more persistence, they would soon destroy the mountain all together, leaving him and his chamber exposed. But, Tempus was not worried, after all, he had prepared for this moment too long ago. 

[Farewell, dear Creator] 

Suddenly, he felt a bright light engulf him as he felt incredibly sleepy. 

Through his blurred vision, he could see the stormy skies, and all seven Archons rushing towards him. 

“Tempus!” 

“You can’t leave us, Tempus!” 

Seeing them in their prime, in their Archon outfits was a little nostalgic. 

Hearing a crack in his chamber’s shield was somewhat surprising, but also, incredible. His children have grown up well. 

[Farewell]

With a fleeting smile, Tempus bids farewell to his second home. 

“Tempus!” 

His eyes close, just as the light takes him whole. 

“Tempus!” 

Morax and Murata pierced through the tough protective layers desperately, and Ei and Venti whiz past them to reach their Creator. 

But, they were too late. 

“No, Tempus is…he’s-” Barbados was crying as he held Tempus’s hand. 

“Kai! Kai!” Furina bawled her eyes out, calling his real name repeatedly as if it would bring him back. 

But he won’t come back. 

Bal held his body as she froze in shock (in regret), as if she was reminded of her past. 

“Tempus, you’re cruel.” Buer, the one who got them so far and so close but not enough. She knelt down beside him and cried while pressing his hand into her face. 

“You’ve left us with death, not slumber. You lied, you lied!” 

It was like they lost a part of themselves. 

After all, Tempus was there whenever they needed guidance, he sacrificed his own personal time to make sure they were alright. 

“K-Kai…” Morax stumbled towards the still body that used to be his friend, mentor, benefactor, love, and everything. 

Even in death, he was still so beautiful, kind and holy. 

Tempus was their everything. 

The Tsaritsa dragged herself towards Tempus with her scepter. She was known to not show her emotions, even when Tempus encouraged her to do so to stay emotionally healthy. He was the only one that saw her vulnerable side, and knew who she really was, and never judged her for it. 

“Tempus. How dare you…abandon us like this?” She stood by Tempus’s feet and her eyes did not leave his body at all. 

While others wept, her tears were turned into weapons. 

Murata stood by her with the same dark, solemn expression. 

It’s not fair. 

How could he treat them like his everything, and then leave them so abruptly? 

If only he could open his eyes again and say it was nothing but a terrible joke. 

But Tempus is gone, leaving his lifeless body as his final memory and gift. 

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Drunk Deuce Headcanons

Reader is intended to be female

Masterlist

So whilst I don’t think he’s a light weight, Deuce can get pretty tipsy really easily.

Deuce is a hundred percent an affectionate clingy drunk

He’s definitely a lot more handsy than he would be whilst sober. Deuce is a touchy boyfriend in general, and always has his hands on you even in public whether he’s holding your hand as you walk, wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulders or even indulging in the occasional full blown hug where he gives into the constant urge to just engulf your frame with his. He would love to do PDA, and you’ve certainly made it clear that you’re absolutely fine with it as well, but his general shyness, gentlemanly instincts, and drive to be a well behaved honour student that abides by the rules make it a bit hard for him to just kiss you in public no matter how much he wants to. So he just settles for hand touching and the occasional pecks on the cheek and forehead.

Having you close just feeds his protective instincts and the side of him that’s just so giddy and amazed to hold you. Like, wow, I’m dating this amazing girl and I want to touch her and she wants me to touch her. Is this heaven? Plus, being affectionate in a place where other people can see does appease a smug part of him that he’s not too ashamed of hiding. He’s not possessive by any means, but the butterflies in his stomach start flapping like crazy whenever he thinks about how everyone else knows that the both of you are each others - like, he’s known that he belongs to you ever since that incident long ago where you learned about his past yet looked at him with that caring supportive gaze but now you also belong to him. 

In private his urge to touch you is just amped up, seeing how he’s now able to do as he pleases without anyone but the two of you to bear witness.

He just wants you so much. Every second of every hour of every day, his head is filled with your laughter, your smile, your sparkling eyes, the melody of your voice, the tingling of your touch. You drive him madder than the residents of Wonderland.

Anyway, back to him being inebriated 

He’ll whine, clinging onto you like a koala, not caring about others watching as his face makes a home for itself in the crook of your neck, nuzzling against your skin. Strong, athletic arms will hold you close against him, whether he’s dragged you onto his lap or he’s seated beside you but has you in a vice grip with his arms draped over your shoulders like you’re wearing a Deuce sized jumper.

If you do manage to escape his hold (though, why would you??) he’ll follow you around like a newly imprinted baby duckling, trailing after you with wide pleading eyes and a dopey lovestruck smile and awestruck eyes. Having to close the bathroom door on his sad puppy eyes feels worse than a hundred daggers to your chest but you were honestly desperate to go at that point.

(Yes, he pouted outside until you were done and then immediately latched onto you the second the door opened again. He’s one of Professor Crewel’s favourite students for a reason)

Normally when Deuce is needy, he’s a lot more - well, I wouldn’t say ‘aggressive’ per say - but he’s more physically demanding of your affection, pressing hard and fast kisses against your lips, cheeks, neck in quick succession as his hands hold you flush against him but then again, needy Deuce only comes out in private. When he’s got liquid courage coursing through his veins, however, everything’s slow, savouring, all relaxed veneration and gentle adoration - letting him drown in his all-consuming devotion, even when he knows that time will stop before he’s even begun to be sated.

And he’s a lot more shameless about it, indulging himself all out in the open. The Queen of Hearts herself could be before him and he wouldn’t care, not when he’s got his own goddess to revere.

Sliding, his lips down the slope of your neck, pressing slow, drowsy kiss after slow, drowsy kiss only forcing himself to pull away from your skin when you call his name, so sweet and tantalizing, to look up at you with dark, besotted eyes and flushed cheeks before continuing where he left off. In his opinion, if your words stutter and fumble as you converse with your friends - who pray to The Seven that their next shot is much much stronger - then he’s on the right path

He’s a cuddly, clingy puppy but he’s your cuddly clingy puppy and you won’t have him any other way

Meanwhile everyone else is completely done with the pair of you and Ace is certain that the nausea he feels has absolutely nothing to do with the empty glass of alcohol in his hand.

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

You Promised..

♡♡-Request: Poly!Satosugu x reader. Reader and Satoru helped Suguru from spiraling down a dark path. Adopting the two girls, Megumi and his sister. Everything will be fine now, right?

Content: Death, possession, reader is in a relationship w/ gojo and geto, angst, crying, depressive themes

Wc: 1.3k

There was darkness. Thick black fog, hanging over his head, covering his eyes everywhere he went. Which direction should he take? Choices. Decisions. The roaring sound of the clapping mixed with the stream of shower water. His eyes blown wide, over and over and over. He couldn't get it out of his head. When did it end? Would it end? 

"Suguru?" He blinked, eyes slowly coming into focus when he heard Satoru's voice. "You've been in there a while, you good?" 

Was he? "Yeah…just thinking." Silence. Followed by more silence until Satoru spoke again. "Well, we're going to get lunch and hang out in her room today. Do you want to come?" Should he? Would they notice the dark swirling thoughts inside him? He shouldn't. He should. Decisions. What should he choose? "Yeah..I'll meet you guys there." 

That night, he found out they knew; you and Satoru knew. The darkness that plagued his mind, you two knew and brought him out of it. There were tears, hugs, kisses…though it probably wasn't the time, everyone confessed that night. More tears were shed as you shared a bed, huddled together. And for once, Suguru didn't feel alone. Or lost. Drowning in that repetitive clapping. As time went on, he got better. The heavy bags under his eyes ceased, his smile came back again. You all became a couple; shared kisses and late night snuggles. 

And when Suguru found the two girls in the village, he took them in. Appeasing the villagers. You and Satoru didn't mind, he'd taken in Megumi and his sister too. Everything was falling into place. He had a purpose again, something to strive for. 

Years went by and he's in his early 20s, the kids had grown. Attending their regular school until they were old enough to join Jujutsu High. 

You sighed, "I got an assignment. Said it's supposed to take four days." He listened to you say, placing a salty chip into your mouth. "Alone?" He questioned. A feeling of dread settled in his stomach. You gave him a smile. "Yes. Satoru is off on his own and you need to be here for the kids." Your hand gestured to the two girls huddled at the table, doing their homework. "What if-" "It won't." You reassured him, pressing your warm palm to his cheek. Which he gladly leaned into. He nodded, moving to press a kiss. "Okay, but call us if you need help. I'm serious." You nodded. He should've felt at ease but his stomach still nursed dread. 

Four days had gone by. The kids had made a welcome home sign for you; even if Megumi was reluctant. 

Him and Satoru held it; a wide smile on Satoru's face and a small gentle one on his. It was cheesy. But the girls had insisted, saying they missed their mom. Suguru felt his heart clench when they said that you truly were good to them. And him, Satoru. "Any minute now!" Satoru practically vibrated, his sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. "Careful. She might mistake you for a puppy with those movements." He just stuck his tongue out, making Suguru laugh. The sound of his laughter was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. 

"Mom!" The girls yelled, running immediately to the door. "We missed you!" You stood there, eyeing them before tilting your head. "I missed you too…little ones (?)" There was a hesitancy in your voice that Suguru caught. Maybe you were tired? Bad mission? Many reasons, so he tried to push down his worry and greeted you with a smile. "Welcome home," Already, Satoru was the next to run over. Throwing his arms around your neck but you didn't immediately hug back. Or giggle, like you usually do. Was the mission that bad? He made a mental note to ask you later.  

Days went by and you didn't change. Your usual perky and upbeat self was nonexistent. And he didn't mention it, with fear of coming off as rude, but…there was a smell. That only came from you. Like you haven't bathed. And he was sure he'd seen you go into the bathroom, claiming to go shower. Were you lying to keep him from being worried? 

"Somethings off, Satoru." He sighed, resting his head on his back. Arms wrapped tightly around him. "I've been there, I think something really bad happened on her mission. I think she might be spiraling, like I did." The white haired man took what he said, nodding his head. 

"Maybe we should go for a walk? Some fresh air? Maybe it'd do her some good. We could all go, as a family."

Suguru's heart fluttered at the word, he nodded. "I think that's a good idea." Satoru turned in his hold, pressing a kiss to his head. "Don't worry, everything will be okay. We're the strongest, remember?" Suguru nodded, placing his head on his chest. Basking in his comfort for a few moments before they sought you out. 

"Hey…we're going to go for a walk. As a family, I think you should come."

You looked at him. He couldn't read your expression but you accepted. And that was enough to ease his worry, temporarily, offering you his hand. Even though you hesitated, he felt good about this. That this would be what you needed. That his silly, caring, loving girlfriend would come back to him. And he'd be the one to pull you from your despair like you had for him. 

The air was chilly, nipping at his cheeks as you all walked. Your hand in his and Satoru holding his other. The girls tagging along behind, kicking rocks to one another. It was peaceful. Perfect. Suguru looked up to the sky, eyes closed slightly as he basked in the moment. Giving a tentative squeeze to both hands. And to think, he almost gave this all up. To go down a darker path.

"Oh! Kento!" He heard Satoru announce, and he slowly opened his eyes. He felt your hand twitch. Immediately, he looked at you. You were staring directly at Nanami, a blank look on your face. 

Then slowly, your head turned to him. His eyes were slow to widen as he looked at you. This wasn't you. How didn't he notice? This was..

Snap.

Blood sounded in his ears as he heard the girls scream. Crying. And a pair of feet running towards him. Towards your now crumbled body. You'd broken your own neck-no, the thing inside you had. Leaving a wide, too wide, smirk on your face. Satoru held the girls, who kicked and screamed. "What happened to Mom?!" He was frozen in place. His hand is still in yours–now limp. 

"-guru, -uguru, Suguru!" He blinked. His hand came up to press at his cheeks; tears lingered there. And he turned to Satoru. He was crying too. Arms wrapped tightly around the screaming, blubbering girls. Tiny hands reaching for their mom, for you. What was this? What happened? What? What? What? What? 

His mind spiraled. He wasn't strong enough for this. He couldn't do this. Couldn't..couldn't…couldn't..

"Master Geto?" He blinked. "Yes, what is it?"

The curse user shook, pointing at the papers laid out on the table. "The plan?" He hummed, "Right. Got lost in my thoughts." He folded his hands under his chin. After you died, Suguru steamrolled down that dark path you and Satoru tried so desperately to keep him from. Apparently, you'd been dead the whole time, a curse taking over your body. Posing as you. Acting like you. But your body couldn't hold it. Starting to decompose, to rot. And when you'd run into Nanami that day, the curse decided it was no longer worth the trouble. Snapping your body's neck in front of everyone. It didn't matter that you'd been dead for weeks already. That day, to Suguru, everyone–you died.

Fate has a funny way of making sure its rules are followed.

A/N: This actually hurt to write, I could just be extremely attached, but. Hope you enjoy pain?

[saey707]

OMG A LEAGUE WRITING BLOG.. Honestly you’ve partially inspired me to make one!!! I love your works so far :)

But! In the meantime, the S/H comfort you wrote for Kayn was so beautiful! So I wanted something similar with Aphelios with a touch that’s a little more personal to me! if possible i’d like to request heartsteel Aphelios with his s/o (who May or May not be chubby, depending on your preference) struggling with an eating disorder? thank you in advance!

✿ Prompt: Aphelios worships you ✿

♡ champion focus: aphelios ♡ tw: reader w/ low self esteem + ed ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author's Note: Hi, anon! ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ This was a bit of a difficult subject for me to write, but I still wanted to get something small out nonetheless! I didn't touch too much into the ed, because it is a bit of a touchy subject to me. But I still hope you like what I have in store! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

Aphelios knows how to read people like the back of his hand. It's one of his own personal superpowers... Or, more so a catalyst of being unable to speak.

Because of this, he is able to effortlessly observe those around him and know exactly how someone is feeling. He knows how to manipulate people to get what he wants. And worst of all, he knows when someone is lying to him or not. Including you.

That was one of the things you grew to hate about Aphelios. You hated that you could never lie to him.

It took a couple of weeks for Aphelios to realize something was wrong. It was just a matter of figuring out what it was...

You were always so confident and bright. You never cared about how anyone felt about you and never did anything to appease anyone. You did what you wanted when you wanted, which was something that Aphelios loved about you!

Aphelios couldn't help but wonder: Was it him? Did he do something wrong? He thought the two of you had a good relationship, you never had any problems before... It can't possibly be him... Maybe it's the fans? You both did recently come out as a couple! Maybe they were just jealous? Aphelios couldn't see a reason why anyone wouldn't like you right off the bat! But... Could that be the reason??

He had to investigate...

"Did you eat today?" Aphelios typed hastily before holding his phone up. You hummed in response. But he knew you were lying.

"Do you want the other half of my mooncake?" "I'm not hungry right now, Phel. but thank you!" He knew you were lying.

"We're all going to grab dinner, I'll bring you something back!" "You really don't have to! I'll find something here!" Still, he would always bring you something back.

While he was out, Aphelios took the opportunity to turn to his friends for help, which was extremely unlike him. Aphelios usually kept to himself, so it came as a surprise to everyone in the group when he asked for them to look around and see if they could find anything.

And when they did, Aphelios couldn't help but feel a wave of regret wash over him. He felt like it was his fault. He felt responsible for the way you felt. Aphelios pushed for you to have a more public relationship with him after all... In a way, he felt like was responsible for destroying your self-confidence.

But that feeling was quick to fade with Yone's reassurance. Instead, Aphelios felt angry. Not at you or himself... But at the entire world for expecting you to change.

You didn't need to change a single thing about yourself. You were nothing short of perfection to Aphelios. And he intended to remind you of it every day from there on out.

As soon as Aphelios got home, he burst through the doors, carrying 5 bags of food and a half-eaten box of chocolates he somehow swiped from the back of Ezreal's car.

"Phel..?" You were caught off guard by your boyfriend unexpectedly engulfing you in a big hug. His shoulders were shaking, giving you the surefire indicator that he was only beginning to cry.

You tried to pull away from him, but he only held on tighter.

Tears poked at the corners of your eyes. You knew.

Aphelios didn't need to speak to convey his love for you. His actions alone did that. That was one of the things you grew to love about Aphelios. You loved how he always knew the precise way to show you how much he loved you.

And you didn't realize how much you needed for him to see the issue at hand until now.

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Alexa, play Hey, Jealousy

This whole scene, Kang is obviously feeling jealous, because Pimfah is listing reasons why she likes Sailom. But! It easily reads as Kang struggling to confront the truth of what she's saying. Because he knows all these things about Sailom, he feels the same way about him, but he hasn't allowed himself to contextualize those feelings as "why I like Sailom".

That reality is why Kang is struggling to maintain his friendly interaction with Sailom after.

This is pretty straight forward jealousy.

Except that Kang got more upset when Sailom said that he pushed him to the cheerleading thing so that he could have a shot with Pimfah.

Kang thinks he's upset because Pim likes Sailom, but he's also upset because if Pim likes Sailom, then obviously Sailom will date her, she's great, but then Sailom will be dating her. And those feelings are very big and very confusing. Which we see here:

For Kang, Pim and Sailom dating was the logical conclusion. Sailom is a great guy, and Pim is the best, of course they'll get together.

When they don't, it's a threat to the narrative he's created, where he's jealous of Sailom, not because of Sailom. Where he can put everyone and all his feelings back into little boxes if his two friends just get together like they should. Where he can deal with the blow to his plan to give his dad what he wants, and marry someone who can give him kids, if everyone would just behave like they're supposed to.

This one is... this is the start of Kang figuring his shit out.

Guy literally rips Sailom away from Kang, and Kang can't even argue that Sailom is his friend, too, because he's very much not been a friend to him, and Sailom is actively keeping his distance.

Kang arrives with breakfast excited -- his body language is a little nervous, but almost giddy as he runs up the stairs with that cautiously optimistic smile. He's ready to mend fences and probably apologize, and reestablish their friendship (and ignore Sailom's confession, because Kang is Not there yet).

And there's his future best friend in law Guy, taking care of Sailom the way he wants to be, and he's hurt, but he's also angry that he's missed his chance. This is where he's fully aware of the cause of his jealousy.

THEN! THIS!

THIS BEAUTIFUL SCENE!

Kang's friends are sure he's upset about the seniors being shitty to him and not acknowledging his contribution to the game. They're offering reassurances that he's earned his spot, but Kang hears none of it, because all he can see is Sailom hugging and congratulating Guy, smiling and being happy with Guy.

And here's where it all solidifies.

Where "Sailom works so hard, and he makes me feel like I should work hard, too" and "she likes you (why does that make me so mad)" and "I like you" and "he's my friend" all coalesce, and Kang gets it.

He understands that what he's feeling is romantic interest. That he needs to fix what he broke right now.

Of course, he's still 17/18 and dumb, because what he opens with is this:

Which like, yeah baby, we know. But that's not the important information from that little revelation. And Sailom, bless his little angry gay heart, rightfully responds with "And? Who tf do you think you are?"

Kang is clearly struggling. Struggling with Sailom's anger, and with finding the right thing to say that will appease him and also be true-- the thing that will quiet the screaming in his heart, because big feelings are not his forte.

And then Sailom deflates a little, and says "Please, can you just tell me?" and asks tiredly if he's somehow made Kang feel guilty again (because why else would Kang be there, there's nothing between them, right? They're not friends, Kang just feels guilty about how he's treated Sailom, right) And then, Kang knows what to do.

(it's also Very Interesting to me that in an episode that told so much of its story in flashback montages, the one that we get right when they kiss is "I used to hate it, but I think I'm starting to like it", because despite everything, Kang has never hated Sailom. Dude has been obsessed from the start)

Anyway, this was going to be a funny post with just the pictures of our boy being jealous, and then figuring out why, but obviously I'm not normal about them and this happened. *shrug emoji*

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: Here’s a Carl Grimes imagine I had already finished, but didn’t post. Enjoyyyyy!

Pairing: Carl Grimes x reader

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“Carl?” I stepped into the doorway of his now, hollowed out room due to The Saviors, coming over to Alexandria, early might we add, and ransacked the place.

He didn’t hear me or chose not to hear me, as he threw darts at the board, but the majority of it was hitting the wall. So, I knocked on the already open door and just let myself in. “Carl?”

“What?” He turned and spat in my direction. When I didn’t respond, he went to the wall where his darts landed and forcefully pulled them out.

“I’m sorry, I know you aren’t mad at me for shit, I have no control over, Carl.” I have no tolerance for anyone who throws an attitude my way for some shit, I did not do.

He sighed, before backing up and continued to throat the darts. “Carl!” He stopped and stood staring at the wall. “I’m going with your Dad and Aaron to find stuff for Negan, and I want you to come.”

“He sent you up here, didn’t he?” Carl said referring to his dad.

“No, I came here on my own free will, I don’t want you here by yourself.” He scoffs and turns to look at me.

“You think, I’m not able to protect myself?”

“You know that is not what I said, nor meant. Don’t twist my words.” I replied, pointing an accusing finger his way. “Are you coming or not?”

“There is no way in hell, I’m going. That asshole can get his own shit.” He turns, throwing his darts at the target again, this time with much more aggression.

“Carl, please, just..”

“Just what, (Y/N)? Go and steal stuff from anywhere and anyone just to appease him? Hell. No. I don’t even know why you’re going!” He said storming his way over to me.

“I don’t need to explain my reasoning to you.”

“Like hell you don’t. Why are you kissing up to that prick?”

“I don’t want to lose anymore people, okay? Especially not you. I care about you, too damn much.” I exclaimed, and Carl was dead silent.

And decided to just keep going cause why not, right?

“After seeing what he did to Abraham? To Glenn? What he could’ve had your Dad do to you? I just couldn’t, alright? I can’t.” I explained.

Carl was about to put a comforting hand on my shoulder and probably pull me into a hug, but I just backed away from him. “(Y/N)..”

“So, excuse me for kissing up to him. But I’ll be damned, if I let anyone die at the hands of that jackass. If this is the only way, to keep everyone away from, whatever that man will do to any of us, then you best believe,” I stand closer to him, making sure he hears this part. “I will do what it takes to do so.” I walk backwards then out of the room and down the stairs, joining Rick and the others.

“Is he coming down?” Rick asked, and I shrug. “I don’t know and hell if I care.” I said, putting my bag into the truck. I did, in fact care about Carl, but our hands are literally tied behind our backs. We’ve been safe for as long as we can, I don’t like this nor do I like Negan either, but we can’t do shit right now. For now we gotta play his game, even if we’re playing with cheaters.

“(Y/N)!” Carl, calls from behind me, and I scoff and turn around. “What do you want, Carl-?” I asked, before feeling his lips on mine, and pair of hands on my face. I stood there, dumbfounded before my self-consciousness mentally kicked myself in the behind, telling me to ‘kiss him back before you can’t.’

And I did. I kissed him back. He puts his hands on my waist, and I around his neck playing with the hair, as the nape of his neck. But at soon as I recuperated it, it was done the next second. He rested his forehead onto my own looking at me, with his one good eye.

“I don’t want to lose you either, I care about you too, you idiot.”

“Careful, with what you say sheriff.” I said, as we share a laugh, that was short lived due to him going back to being serious. “But please, please be safe and careful out there, you hear me?”

“I heard you.” He smiles weakly, letting me go and walked backwards to the houses porch and I climb into the truck.

[miss-riss]

I have so many thoughts about the Teen Wolf Movie. Most of them are just what the fuck

My biggest thought though is, killing Derek in front of his child, by way of fire, who thought that was a good idea? That is the most traumatic experience for literally everyone involved. Including the people watching, we know what fire did to Derek, it took his whole family. It isn’t poetic to kill him with fire, it is cruel and unusual. I am going to be ignoring that as canon, along with most the plot of the movie

Next, you're telling me that Mason and Liam don’t interact at all through this whole movie? Best friends for life and they don’t hug once after almost dying, that's the dumbest shit I have ever seen. Immediately erased from canon in my mind. Speaking of Mason, a cop, really? They couldn’t think of another reason to keep him around Beacon Hills? Also where was his personality at?

We all know Eli was a half baked attempt to appease the audience for not having Stiles in the movie. Nothing against Vince, at all, but that character was written so exactly like Stiles that you would think Stiles raised him. But it seems like Stiles and Derek never see each other between the end of the show and the movie. Which is ridiculous. 

I know not everyone is here for Sterek, so if you aren’t this is the end of this post for you. If you are a diehard sterek shipper though, you have to admit that this movie was clearly still eluding to the fact that writers know what they are doing with sterek. The scene where Derek is carrying Eli, giving off Stiles and Derek. The fact that Derek spent so much time working on Stiles jeep, and continued to keep it around for literal years. The fact that Eli knew there was a connection that his dad had to this jeep so when he wanted to annoy his dad he would steal that specific vehicle. Eli going out into the woods to follow Scott and the others like Stiles would have done without question. Sheriff Stilinski and the rest of the police department helping raise Eli, what was that about? What was the Sheriff always the one around to talk with Eli, especially during the funeral scene? Giving Eli Stiles old car, especially because we know the significance that jeep had for Stiles for 6 fucking seasons of the show. There are too many parallels to count. I will be erasing this movie from my mind now, I had too many feelings to get down first though

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic yandere Glamrock Freddy with your prompts 14 ,23 and 29!!

Maybe with a plot where Freedy is trying to comfort the Darling into accepting their new life with him and the Darling having no choice but to go along with it because even though they don't want to they feel like they owe it to him because he helped them survive this whole time so it's the least they can do? Thank you! <3

This was originally not supposed to included prompt 14 due to a previous request, but then things changed. @okchijt helped me out with this one.

AU where you take Gregory's place but are at least 18. Instead of the Pizzaplex collapsing in the end, things mostly go back to normal... except for the fact Glamrock Freddy locked you in his room.

Darling is mentioned to fit in Freddy's stomach hatch even if it isn't entirely realistic.

Yandere! Glamrock Freddy Prompts 14, 23, 29

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away."

"I want to be this close... forever...."

Pairing: "Romantic"/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Overprotective behavior, Robot thinks they're in love, Stockholm syndrome implied, Clingy behavior, Isolation, Forced "relationship".

The sounds of kids screaming in joy and music echoes through the walls. Even in the back of Freddy's dress room the sound was quite audible. Fatigue still clung to you from previous events, reminding you of why you're here in the first place.

Despite all that's happened you couldn't bring yourself to hate the robotic bear. While you were locked away in the Pizzaplex, for reasons you still aren't sure about, Freddy was your guardian and guide through all of it. The bear cares a whole lot for you... you're bitter about being stuck here and are concerned about the bear's behavior...

But at the same time... you almost feel indebted to him.

For now, as you listen to the sounds of music through the walls, you decide to use the bear's trust to your advantage. It isn't safe to escape right now. You already know the other newly fixed animatronics would be out for you if you leave. Regardless on if they remember what you did or not... they're set on appeasing their friend.

Your thoughts were so focused on planning and listening to the outside sounds you barely noticed the sliding door open to Freddy's room. Your heart nearly leaps out of its chest when metal arms wrap around your torso. You quickly shift your gaze to the smiling orange bear who laughs at your surprise in a playful manner.

"I missed you!" The bear mimics a sigh. "I'm so happy you listened to me and stayed here to wait!"

Guilt crawls up your spine like a spider as you hesitantly hug back. Your thoughts of escape still manage to linger as you look at Freddy. You're torn... you love him and appreciate his protection... but you really want to leave.

Your thoughts mingle and fight... to the point you begin to have tears due to your overwhelmed thoughts.

Freddy's scanners are quick to pick up on it. You can see his ears click down as worry shows itself on his face, soon letting you go. You then hear the whirring of his torso opening as he waits for you to get inside.

Last night it was your safe space....

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away." Freddy coos, still trying to play the role of your protector. Trying to soothe your own emotions, you comply and slide into the bear. "Now, what is wrong? Did you miss me that much?"

Freddy has always made you feel safe. Ever since last night and even now in his chest, you feel safe. You know he won't hurt you compared to everyone else... so you share.

You explain that you hate that everyone else hates you here. You tell him you miss being outside, miss being human. You hate that you can't speak with other humans and that your diet is still restricted. You tell him you don't want to be stuck in this room or this building...

You ramble on and on... yet try to soften your words with the fact you care. You care for Freddy and know he's just trying to help. You try to explain things, but Freddy cuts you off.

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!" Freddy interrupts, careful not to move too much as you sit in his chest.

His words hurt more than they should, but you guess yours did too. You try to tell yourself Freddy doesn't see the situation like you but it still hurts. As a result, you stop talking.

Freddy is too far gone in his obsession towards you. Any mention of letting you go is shut down due to his nature. Any attempt to make him see your side is futile.

You go silent for a long time. You begin to realize Freddy is too worried about you to be convinced. Such a realization makes you work up the courage to agree to his words... unable to put together anymore fight.

"I know... sorry." You whisper against his metal. Freddy mimics an irritated huff in response.

"Good. I do this because I love you, you know that, right?" Freddy asks, before chuckling when he feels you snuggle into him.

He doesn't know what love is. Not in the way you do, at least. He's just a robot with an advanced AI. He can mimic romantic attraction... but to him, it's most likely just a close friend.

You snuggle into him to distract yourself, not accept his delusions. Despite this the bear takes it as acceptance. You feel him hug himself, accepting the "affection" you gave him.

"I want to be this close... forever...." Freddy sighs happily enjoying the warmth you give his insides.

While he enjoys your warmth and "acceptance" that you're his...

You find yourself falling into despair despite being in your "safe space."

[barnesafterglow]

can't wait to have you

summary: you love carter, and carter can never wait to have you

pairing: carter baizen x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: first person pov, sex in a public setting, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), the gossip girl timeline is blurry but these are all adults i promise, rich kids being rich kids, implied voyeurism

a/n: here's another installment of kinktober! i know it's past the usual dates but i loved all these prompts so much and i wanted to make sure i got all of them. this is also my first time writing a fic in first person, so i hope it's good! thank you to anyone who's still reading, and please make sure to reblog and comment if you enjoyed!

you can follow @theafterglowlibrary to stay updated on when i post!🤍

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“Stop that,” I hissed as I slapped Carter’s hands away. “You do realize that my grandmother is right across the room?”

“Baby, half your family is in this room,” he said as he crept his hand back up the material of my dress.

When I asked Carter to come with me to this charity event tonight, I made him swear there would be no funny business. I shivered as I remembered the last time I had let him come to an event with me - it ended with me wrapped in a blanket, half-naked, in the back of a police car, and the loss of a pair of very expensive shoes. Not to even mention the bail I had to post for Carter in the morning.

I was not letting that happen again. But I was also a sucker for Carter Baizen.

“And you can put your hands wherever you want after,'' I said as I grabbed his hand and shoved it into his lap, “we get through the night.”

“You’re no fun when your mom is around.”

“My mom isn’t fun to be around.” And, as if she could hear me besmirching her name, she appeared on the other end of the table.

“Dear, why don’t you come with me?” It wasn’t a suggestion, no matter how polite she made it seem. “I have someone I want you to meet.”

She turned to walk away, knowing I had no choice but to follow, and of course she headed directly towards Nate Archibald. 

Nate and I had never dated - his parents had been planning on him marrying Blair since the moment he was born - but my mother seemed dead set on changing their minds. No matter the fact that I had been dating Carter since I was 18, right after he got through his “I’m giving up the family money and creating my own fate” phase, which, let’s be honest, was not his smartest move.

“Nate,” I greeted politely as I approached him and Blair. “Blair, I’ve missed you.”

I gave her an air kiss on each cheek and pulled her in for a tight hug, whispering in her ear, “I’m sorry in advance for whatever bullshit my mother is about to say.”

She laughed, squeezing around my shoulders before pulling away.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Despite what nearly everyone in our lives thought - though we never gave them any reason to - Blair and I had always been good friends. It had been rocky for a bit, when my mother first started to push Nate and I together. But she quickly realized I had no interest in him outside of keeping my mother off my ass, and her, Serena, and I bonded closely. Nothing like insane mothers to bring three girls together.

In addition to not caring about Nate, I had been in love with Carter for as long as I could remember. Long before he had become mine.

Speaking of, I turned my head to look back at him - even as Nate and I chatted in order to appease my mother - but my heart dropped when I saw he wasn’t at our table anymore.

Then I felt his warm hand on my waist, and the worry melted from my body.

“Sorry to steal her away, but there’s something urgent she has to attend to.” The smugness in his voice was evident even without seeing the smirk on his face, and I rolled my eyes.

“You know how Carter is, can’t go five minutes without my attention,” I laughed, pressing a kiss to Nate’s cheek and saying my goodbyes before linking my hand with Carter’s and letting him pull me along. 

Of course, he was headed straight for the double doors that led to the lobby of The Empire.

“Baby, what are you doing? I can’t leave yet.”

“Don’t worry, we’re not leaving.” Right outside the doors, he pulled you into a dimly lit hallway, and I knew exactly where this was heading.

“Carter, no.” But the giddiness in my voice betrayed my real feelings as he pushed me against the wall, lips coming down over mine.

I could already feel his hand rucking the skirt of my dress up, wrapping my leg around his waist.

His lips moved down my jaw, latching onto my neck. I was glad for the cool weather finally coming down in the city so I could wear a turtleneck and not have to face the speculation of the tabloids - they were forever trying to say Carter or I were cheating on each other, despite the fact that he had been my first and would be my last.

“Look so pretty, baby, you can’t expect me to keep my hands to myself,” he said hotly against my exposed collarbone, leaving a mark there too.

“Can you not wait for me to at least grab my coat and get home?”

“Absolutely not.” And I believed him without a doubt. He was insatiable.

One hand remained on my waist while the other slid under my dress, tracing its way along my thigh until he reached my core.

“You’re not even wearing any panties, don’t tell me you don’t want this.”

“Of course I want it, asshole. I always want you.” My hands came up to his shoulders, pushing lightly. “Now get on your knees or get off of me.”

He was quick to obey - he always was, with me, though no one would believe it unless they saw it. And without hesitation, he pushed the fabric of my dress up, lifting my leg to rest on his shoulder, until I was exposed to him.

He stared for a moment, as if I were something he hadn’t seen a thousand times, before he looked up at me, pressing a gentle kiss to my clit. That alone was enough to draw a whine from me.

That was another thing people didn’t expect - how gentle he was. Don’t get me wrong, he could manhandle me just as well, but he also loved to take it nice and slow, dragging out my pleasure until I was begging him.

Which, apparently, he was not interested in doing tonight. He wasn’t gentle for more than a second before he was completely buried in between my thighs. He lapped at my pussy like a man starving, expertly swirling his tongue around my clit while one hand pushed harshly on my hip to pin me to the wall and he slipped two fingers inside me with the other.

I had to bite down on my fist to keep my moan contained when a group of people walked out of the ballroom. It hit me then just how close we were to the potential of being caught. The light of the opened door stopped mere inches before it could expose our figures, and that only served to turn Carter on even more.

He moved his mouth with even more vigor, and I gripped his hair and clenched my teeth as I came around his fingers.

As I came down from my orgasm, he wasted no time in standing up - keeping my leg to wrap around his waist again - and unbuckling his pants as he kissed me.

I moaned again at the taste of myself on his lips and he swallowed the sound. He kept his lips steadily moving against mine as he pushed into me, and the sweet burn of him stretching me out was dizzying.

He rocked his hips, still keeping his lips on mine, and I whimpered into his mouth. No matter how many times I had him, he never failed to make my head spin with pleasure. 

That was the best thing about being with someone for so long - you got to know each other so well that making the other feel good was second nature.

Because of the time constraint, he moved even more quickly than normal, reaching his hand between us to rub circles on my clit, and I dropped my head onto his shoulder, letting the feeling build inside me until the tightly wound coil in me snapped.

The feeling of me squeezing around him pushed Carter over the edge and his thrusts stuttered until he was spilling into me, still pumping his hips until he was so oversensitive he let out a pitiful moan.

When he finally pulled out, he kept his hand on my center, using two fingers to push his release back into me.

“Can’t let my girl walk around all messy,” he said, kissing me sweetly, as if that wasn’t exactly what he wanted.

I rolled my eyes and helped him fix his pants, slipping my hand into his to step back into the light, when I saw Chuck Bass standing right outside the doors to the ballroom.

“Thanks for the show,” he said, patting Carter on the back as he walked past us.

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omg hi again!!! i was the anon who suggested the idea of solomon and mc being engaged! glad to hear your response and loved hearing your thoughts❤️ whilst reading your response back, i couldn’t help but nod along that it would be more sensible if the newly engaged couple would wait until the “right” time to directly drop the news. because if this was within the setting of solomon and mc in the past, their relationship would definitely deepen. one day their glances are merely shared glances then the next day, they’re longing looks full of adoration. but honestly, since their circumstances are less than favorable, none of them would jump the gun. maybe someone would make a throw away comment like, “we should get married when this mess settles?” and the other would just respond casually like…that makes sense! 1 + 1 = 2, wouldn’t we make good a married couple? so i believe when the time comes, they’ll most likely begin to seriously discuss the prospect of marriage when everything is calmer and it’s just solomon and mc. then when this mess between the timeline gets fixed, one of them pops the question. this union feels inevitable, like it was always meant to be. only thing stopping them was everything else, it seems.

in the setting of mc coming back to the present timeline, with solomon and mc freshly engaged, i think they’ll be hush hush with it at first. the brothers have been on edge ever since mc left, growing agitated and lost that it’ll take awhile for them to go back to this semblance of normalcy as if none of this timeline hopping happened in the first place. it’s because of this, mc doesn’t wanna push another (considered) baggage upon their plates, that they’ll just have to play along with the brothers whims until they’re happy again. to suddenly drop the bomb that mc is engaged with solomon amongst such a fragile state?? i wouldn’t be surprised that the bros would begin to accuse solomon’s idea of going to the past to bring back mc, was just part of his plan to “brainwash” mc.

i agree that solomon has grown confident with his relationship with mc since nightbringer. he’s always been a companion within the shadows in the og game, only growing more and more open to displaying his affections later down the line. but nightbringer is where he ultimately shines. he isn’t afraid to hold mc in his arms and tell them how much he loves them and what he wouldn’t do to keep mc by his side. he isn’t afraid to also confess his feelings of selfishness and envy. yet at the same time, his love for mc is a tricky balancing act. he knows he’s on thin ice with almost everyone and he’s quite infamous overall anyway, mostly for the wrong reasons. solomon wouldn’t be reckless enough to outwardly show this new side of him outside the privacy between mc and he, especially to the brothers who finally got mc back again. yet it scathes him so to see mc still try and appease to their emotions, tip toeing around the brothers as to not shake the sleeping beast. even if you tell solomon to act accordingly until then, he can’t promise if he can stop his lingering touches become more frequent, be it on their shoulders or even holding mc by the waist. especially in front of others.

later down the line, others will start to pick up on this. you’d have to be blind to miss it. sure mc is still loving, and truly mc still does, but they’re eager to quickly put some distance soon after a hug. or how sometimes cuddles grow less affectionate and more superficial. and sometimes, how mc’s kisses become more chaste with their lips barely grazing their cheeks. and what really begins to raise even more questions is how distanced mc is with mammon that even he’s begging them to tell him what’s wrong. usually mc will let him crash at their room, that he’s grown a habit of leaving clothes in their wardrobe. but suddenly his clothes are left in a clean folded pile on his bed and that mc has began to lock their bedroom.

the first to notice would be between asmo and simeon, i think. asmo being close to both solomon and mc, it wouldn’t be hard for him to pick up signs between the two almost immediately. there’s a way solomon lays his hand on mc. a certain carefulness with the way solomon touches mc, how he caresses mc with a gentleness that feels more than a familiar friend. and how solomon and mc instinctively search for each other in a room or amongst a crowd. asmo and like his other brothers, would only shrug off mc’s sudden distance as a result of them being thrown back to the past for some time, dealing with his brothers and his past selves and the war. mc might’ve gotten hurt majorly and is taking a while for them to get used to everything again. but sooner or later, asmo’s eyes begin to follow the two and he swears he sees hearts flying in between. he could be seeing things, but it gets hard to ignore when solomon is the only one that mc shares that loving look with, a look he misses from mc.

simeon, well because, he’s roomies with solomon. simeon sees mc come over more often than ever. he believes it’s because mc and solomon just bonded during their journey that they’ve become closer than ever. but mc does stay at solomon’s room for an unprecedented amount of time, that he even wonders if lucifer must be losing his mind as the hours go by. simeon really doesn’t want to assume anything, but when he sees how the brothers almost have this begging look on their faces wondering what is happening, it’s that moment it begins to gnaw at him too.

one of the last, if not the last to notice, i think would be lucifer. he’s such an eldest sister complex. i think he’s just so caught up by everything, being so distraught with this entire mess, then now mc is back and he can finally let out that held breath he’s been keeping this entire time. perhaps he’s blindsided, but all he is, is glad. he’s already lost someone near and dear to his heart, he simply cannot stand the thought of going through that ever again. lucifer doesn’t want to wear himself out fretting just thinking about that, especially to lose mc. he’s tired of constantly being on edge while simultaneously trying to keep his brothers together, that the moment mc comes back? he’s happy, that’s all.

Are you a writer, anon? Because I feel like I just read a sweet fanfiction about Solomon and MC getting engaged lol.

I fully agree with everything you're saying, too. I know some people really like big gestures as an engagement, but I think there's something really special about two people just being like hey... we should probably get married and the other person being like oh yeah, let's do it. Especially if they've been together for a while.

It would make sense if Solomon and MC live together and act like a married couple already. Certainly MC could just see Solomon as an eccentric roommate, but if they really fell in love or already had feelings from the OG timeline when they were living together? There's no way they wouldn't take full advantage of that situation. The brothers wouldn't even know because they wouldn't be around to see it.

If they got stuck in the past for some reason, then maybe things would be different. They might still wait until a moment when things aren't crazy to do it, but I don't think it would be too much of a stretch, since they already live together and everything.

But I think in the OG, things would be weird. Because where would they live after they got married? The idea of Solomon moving into the House of Lamentation is the most hilarious thing ever, but I'm pretty sure that would not happen lol. Solomon would need to like... cast protection spells on himself because all the brothers would be constantly trying to kill him in his sleep or just mess with him. I think it'd be really cute if MC moved into Purgatory Hall, though. Because I know that Simeon and Luke would love to have them there. Raphael probably doesn't care as much but I don't think he'd be opposed. In that situation, I think it'd be easier for MC to deal with the brothers because they wouldn't be around quite as much. There's also the option of the two of them just finding their own place.

I just think it'd be easier overall if MC wasn't living with the brothers, you know?

I also think that Solomon would only tolerate the brothers being upset for so long before he'd call them out on it. I agree that Asmo and Simeon would be the first to notice and I think both of them would ask him about it. I also think Satan would notice pretty quickly since he also seems to be close with Solomon. I just imagine all of them discussing it, Asmo and Satan being annoyed at first, but ultimately accepting it because they want their friends to be happy. And then Solomon kind of recruiting them to help him with the other brothers' reactions.

I've always felt like Mammon does not like Solomon and is very jealous of him. But like you said, if MC starts to sort of push him away, he's going to ask them what's going on. So Mammon would find out from MC and I think if MC really said you know I love Solomon and this is what I want that Mammon would come around. He wouldn't be happy about it, but it would be easier for him to accept. I can't imagine him wanting to talk to Solomon about it, though lol.

But I think that if the brothers really gave MC a hard time about it, Solomon would step in. I think he would deliberately confront them and tell them to knock it off. Especially if MC is miserable all the time because the brothers can't accept their choice. The thing about Solomon, in my opinion, is that he has this easy going demeanor and most of the time he's willing to just laugh about things. But he has some strong feelings, especially about MC, and he's not afraid to take action when he needs to. So I think he would talk to the brothers directly if he thought their reactions were making things hard for MC.

I'm really loving the idea of a discussion between Solomon and Lucifer about it. MC has just come back, Lucifer is just happy he can breathe again, like you said, and then he finds out they're engaged? And he's the last to know? I imagine MC and Solomon telling him together. He would be shocked, he would probably be angry, but he wouldn't want to have an outburst because he doesn't want to upset MC. But there is no doubt that he would threaten Solomon with bodily harm and Solomon just sorta laughs and threatens him right back and MC is over here sweating bullets because they think they're about to witness a legit fight lol. It'd be so dramatic. But I think Solomon would leave before it came to them actually fighting each other. He cares too much about MC to let that happen.

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valorant headcanons (or just general thoughts? idk) 7 (still probably cant count?) Sova doesn't.. hate Cypher. he certainly doesnt LIKE Cypher, and he spends more time preaching about how Cypher cant be trusted and needs to change his ways than he spends talking with Cypher on missions, but its not hate like a lot of the other agents claim. Cypher himself doesn't even particularly like Sova. He respects and trusts Sova, but its absolutely hilarious to bother Sova even if sometimes it ends up with him sitting in Sage's office with a bruised jaw and a deflated ego after inevitably getting punched for pushing Sova too far. Brimstone tried pairing Sova and Cypher together for awhile to make them get over it. Cypher opted out eventually, finding the constant presence of Sova suffocating. He stated that he did not feel safe around Sova, but advised strongly against discipline against the archer. Brimstone gave up and just let them remain separate since at least the two were almost neutral if all interactions were kept on their own terms. Sova is not a violent person, still, and everyone knows that. Sova's reasoning for resorting to such against Cypher was due to less than appropriate jokes and the occasional friendly touch to his shoulders. Cypher, admittedly, did feel bad when he realized Sova genuinely couldn't stand such and apologized by quietly giving Sova a hundred credits overnight and leaving a box of tea that he'd seen Sova drink a few times before. Sova, while as unforgiving as always, accepted the peace offering. Periodically, there was a time Omen was greatly jealous of Sova. A little bit before the wraith truly took interest in the spy, and a little bit before Sova and Cypher's biggest fight. Sova still vividly remembers how Omen would whisk Cypher away after staring at the two for a minute, leaving Cypher and Sova equally confused. Sova was less than surprised when he noticed the two spending more time alone in Cypher's workshop, and only confirmed his suspicions later when he saw Omen quietly slinking out of Cypher's room in the early morning. Cypher is overall a very touchy person. No one, including him, really knows why. He doesn't like being touched back without warrant, but his favorite ways to show affection are quick hugs and small offerings of food and beverage. Sova and Cypher always did and still do play chess. no one knows why. Sova claims that it keeps Cypher appeased enough to leave the archer alone, Cypher assures people that it's just his irresistible charm that persuades Sova into tolerating him for a couple days. Realistically, it's a case of correlation / causation, since they only play chess when stress is low and everyone has time to spare. And Cypher is less dramatic when it's just the two of them, since Cypher appreciates not having his face rearranged. Sova has seen Cypher without his mask. Once. The sentinel had been shot in the head by a pistol, hanging onto life just barely, and had removed the mask himself while trying to handle his wounds secretly. Sova hadn't meant to find Cypher or see his face. Sova honestly couldn't describe Cypher's face in any detail, since he had turned away unbelievably fast. Sova only remembers that Cypher had brown eyes, and Cypher already offered basic information like that frequently enough to anyone truly curious. Cypher still remembers the incident. Sometimes it keeps him up at night with paranoia. Cypher never did mention it to Sova, and Sova decidedly never mentioned it to him. It is a conversation the two have been meaning to have for about three months and counting.

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Teasing and Techniques (Another Level - Installment 2, Part 2, NSFW)

Summary:

“Ah,” she chimed. “But I did win that day. If you’ll remember: I drew first blood. I bested you, even if it was brief. I landed two hits on the so-called strongest. I made the Six Eyes bleed.” He let out a deranged chuckle, bright eyes almost glowing as he grinned down at her. “Oh, I wanted to fucking make you bleed.”

AN: This one is spicy. 👀 I think it's at least 75% smut. It's p kinky, too, I think 🫠

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Teasing and Techniques - Part 2

A self-assured smirk accompanied the intense look he gave her, silently conveying that he already knew the answer he was going to get.

Rinko’s eyebrows shot up as he spoke, blinking almost stupidly as she tried and failed to contain a snort of amusement. For some reason, she hadn’t expected him to be so forward about it.

“Yeah,” she replied, grinning in return. His smirk grew as he pulled his wallet out to pay. “But,” she watched him quirk an eyebrow as he waited for her to continue. “Not for the same reason you do. I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. And I need to get my ribs checked out. So it’s straight home for me.”

Pushing herself to her feet, she waved to the owner as she passed, Gojo following close behind her.

“Thanks for dinner, though,” she said cheerily. “And the company-”

“You still haven’t told me about your technique, ya know,” he interrupted. “You told me how you knew Fushiguro but not about your technique. And that was the condition for dinner. You gonna go back on your word?”

That pulled her up short, and she turned abruptly to face him. She’d completely forgotten she’d agreed to tell him about her technique.

“True,” she relented, biting her bottom lip as she thought of how to appease him quickly. Her technique wasn’t easy for her to explain. Not to mention that she had been serious when she said she was exhausted. And she wanted to get home. “There’s a taiyaki stand not too far from here. We could grab dessert, and I’ll explain?”

His small nod was accompanied by his smirk returning. He motioned for her to lead the way with a tilt of his head. Brushing past him, she led him down the street and through a few alleys until they stood in front of the stall she’d mentioned.

“I’ve got this one,” she said absently after she ordered hers. “Since you got dinner.”

He didn’t say anything in reply, simply ordering his own and paying for both before she could argue.

“I said-”

“I heard you,” he cut her off, clearly amused. “But this way I get to keep Kurisaki-san in my debt.”

She rolled her eyes but thanked the vendor when they handed her food over. Truthfully, she felt stuffed. But she did love a good taiyaki, and she still owed him an explanation. This was definitely the safest option. She knew he would have invited himself back to her place or invited her to wherever he was staying.

Gojo Satoru was attractive. Scratch that, Gojo Satoru was hot. Something Rinko hadn’t acknowledged since she’d met him, forcing herself to remain as nonchalant as possible. He had a big enough head as it was, being the strongest. But she’d have to be completely blind to not see how handsome he was.

His white hair was held up when he tied his bandages as a blindfold now instead of falling free. It somehow made him look both ridiculous and more mature at the same time. Pale skin that looked luminescent against the dark color of his uniform, which almost looked too big while hugging his form perfectly.

His tall, lean build was almost lanky, and it hid his strength well. But what really made him attractive was his face: slim, smooth, clear of any blemish or flaw. An absolutely perfect smile. And those bright blue eyes that could make anyone weak at the knees.

The confidence helped, too. It wasn’t pure arrogance, it was confidence. He carried himself with an air that told everyone he knew he was stronger. That he was better. And who didn’t find a healthy dose of self-assurance sexy?

Rumors were that he was an incredible fuck, too.

And he was clearly interested in letting her know if those rumors were true. Still, whether it meant she was just stupid or tactical, she found herself wholeheartedly unwilling to give him what he wanted. Did she want to? Absolutely.

But she’d realized that pushing his buttons gave her a high better than any orgasm she’d ever had. What could she say? He was fun to play with. The taste of his irritation from years ago had been so sweet, tinged with a satisfying bitterness that had given her a rush she hadn’t felt since.

Gojo Satoru wasn’t used to a challenge, either. And while he’d beaten her, she’d made him work harder than anyone expected for his victory.

She’d seen the flash of desire burn in his cerulean eyes when his hand had been around her throat as she’d finally tapped out.

But really, he clearly wasn’t used to being told ‘no.’

As they walked a bit further, she led him into a nearby park, taking a seat on the swing as she munched on her treat. He folded himself onto a swing next to her and turned his head, making it obvious that he was staring at her expectantly.

“Duplication,” she began, knowing he was rolling his eyes. A fact he confirmed when he pulled his bandages up once again so his left eye was revealed to her. “Did you want to know or not? Let me finish before you-”

A sinful grin overtook his face, his eye brightening as his gaze raked up and down her body before settling on staring directly into her own.

“I promise you, sweetheart,” he said quietly, “I always let the lady finish first.”

Her pulse jumped at his words, sending a jolt straight through her body and settling in her stomach. She’d stepped right into that.

“Oh, I’m sure you do, Gojo,” she replied easily, unable to hide her own smirk. He was a horny bastard if she’d ever met one. But she was into it. It made it more fun. “But if you want to know about my technique, I’m afraid you bragging about being the only man in existence to find the female orgasm will have to wait until another time. Maybe you’ll find your map to the gspot before then, too.”

He choked on his taiyaki at her statement, coughing to dislodge the dough from his throat while his eye widened in surprise.

After his coughing ceased, though, he narrowed his gaze at her. Desire now burned in the blue orb as he stared at her intensely. Teasing him was proving to be more and more entertaining with each passing moment. Her statement had triggered something within him, and now he seemed to be weighing how much he wanted to learn about her technique versus how badly he wanted to learn how she felt beneath him.

“I can create a duplicate of myself,” Rinko said, acting purposefully oblivious to the fact that he looked like he was about to yank her from her swing. His expression was quickly shifting to something darker. She shoved the excitement building in her chest away, forcing her racing heart to slow as best she could. “Once the duplicate forms, I can essentially use it as a conduit-”

She cut herself off with a yelp as he lunged at her, knocking her from her seat on the swing onto the ground. Before he could lean down and press his lips to hers, she disappeared. Purposefully letting the double dissipate as soon as she swapped with it, she praised her own forethought for creating a duplicate as soon as they’d sat down.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down enough enough to mask her energy so he couldn’t locate her. But her adrenaline had spiked, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to mask it enough to hide from him. Not with how badly her hands were shaking in anticipation.

She was also still exhausted, energy spent from using Shadow Step earlier. It was the first time she’d used the technique on such a large scale. Testing her limits against him likely wasn’t a great idea, but again, she really couldn’t help herself.

It was almost like knowing she was no match for him gave her a freedom she felt with no one else.

From the shadows of the treeline, she watched as he pushed himself to his feet slowly. He was clearly scanning his surroundings for any sign of her.

“I’ll find you,” he stated. His voice was almost a whisper, forcing a shiver to pass down her spine. “And when I do, I’ll make you regret that little stunt.”

Her skin burned with anticipation, the fire in her belly growing with it.

“Promises promises,” she whispered back, watching his head snap in her general direction.

Siphoning her energy into a duplicate, she prepared to swap again. The muscles in his jaw twitched, and she knew she had less than a second before he was on her. Switching with her closest duplicate, she let out a huff of air, her energy waning when she began creating another. 

Her limit was fast approaching. She was pushing it creating a third when she was so tired, but she hoped recalling them before he could destroy them was reserving at least some energy.

As much as she wanted the game to keep going, she wouldn’t be able to go much longer.

Maybe one more before she was completely spent-

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gojo’s voice was a breath in her ear, pulling her from her thoughts.

One of his hands went to her throat, the other grasping her hip, his arm wrapping around her waist from behind. He pulled her against him so her back was flush against his chest. She could feel the outline of his cock pressed against her back as he whispered his threat into her ear.

“Do it again. See what happens when I catch you.”

Her breath hitched in her throat, refusing to turn to look him in the eye. Staring straight forward, she resisted the urge to moan when he leaned down to press a hot, wet kiss to her neck. His tongue swept against her flesh before he pulled back just enough to blow on the damp skin, forcing yet another shiver through her.

“Part of me thinks that’s what you want,” she breathed her reply, and he chuckled. “You like the chase.”

“Just gives me more of an excuse to absolutely wreck you.”

His grip on her throat loosened, and she finally turned her head to look at him.

“Is that a promise?”

The predatory grin she was met with gave her all the answer she needed. Smirking up at him, she disappeared from his grasp, hearing his deranged laugh echo in the distance.

This time, she didn’t have a moment to think before he was on her again, appearing in front of her and yanking her into him by her waist.

“Caught you,” he said, the smug smirk on his face growing at the slight look of surprise she gave him. “You should work on masking the duplicate before you use it. I already knew where you would be before you even switched places.”

The statement seemed obvious. But she’d never thought of masking her duplicates before. No one had ever paid attention to them when she was standing directly in front of them. But she supposed that there was a large spike in energy when she swapped places, essentially sending up a homing beacon. And if there was anyone who’d be able to see that beacon, it’d be him. The question was whether others would be-

“Stop thinking about it,” Gojo ordered. “Worry about it later.”

Without giving her time to reply, he leaned down, capturing her mouth.

“You’re still gonna tell me about your technique,” he muttered against her lips. “But it’s gonna be a bit different than you thought.”

There was a whoosh of air around them, and then she was shoved against a wall.

His mouth moved to her neck, sucking just underneath her jaw and groaning at her whimper.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he moaned, grinding his erection into her. “And you’re gonna keep talking about that technique of yours.”

Scoffing, she glared up at the bandages covering his eyes.

“You can’t be serious-”

He cut her off with a sharp bite to her neck, pulling a yelp and then a moan from her lips.

“Tell me.”

He pulled back slightly, grinning down at her surprised expression.

“Be a good girl,” he hummed in her ear, “and I’ll let you cum.”

His right hand slid between them, pressing a finger against the seam of her pants, chuckling when she whined.

“You can create a duplicate of yourself, yeah?” he asked, applying a teasing pressure between her legs. “And?”

When she didn’t respond, he withdrew his hand, only to shove it down the front of her pants, pressing two fingers directly against her leaking slit.

“So wet,” he whispered, rubbing along her lower lips. “Tell me about your technique.”

“I-” Rinko paused, her eyes squeezing shut.

She couldn’t believe how quickly he’d flipped their advantage. Information had been the only thing she was confident she could keep over him, but now he quite literally held her in the palm of his hand. Opening her eyes, she saw his own covered ones obviously looking down at her expectantly, one eyebrow raised.

“I can create duplicates of myself-”

Her breath stuck in her throat when he pushed two fingers into her heat slowly, and she let her head fall back against the wall behind her at the stinging stretch. His fingers didn’t move, his other hand coming up to tangle in her hair, using his grip to force her to look at him.

“Keep going,” he ordered, watching her pupils dilate.

“And once a duplicate forms, I can swap places with it at will.”

“How many can you create at once?” he asked, fingers teasingly withdrawing. “You can make more than one, right?”

She let out a whine of protest, but his grip on her hair only tightened.

“F-five,” she whimpered, breath growing heavy when he rewarded her by moving his fingers agonizingly slow, providing no relief. “I can have up to- five at once.”

The tips of his fingers dove deeper, caressing her gspot just right and she felt her walls clench, trying to suck him back in when he retreated.

“I don’t need a map to find it,” he whispered, leaning so his breath fanned across her lips as he addressed her earlier statement. “Or to show you how I always let the lady finish first.”

She managed to roll her eyes, earning a hard bite to her bottom lip.

“But brats don’t get that privilege,” he threatened, licking the spot he bit, cleaning away the trickle of blood she hadn’t even noticed. “So you’d better keep going.”

Her mind was quickly going fuzzy. The only thing registering was the severe, desperate need to reach the peak he kept cruelly ripping away from her.

“We both know you’ve got more to explain,” he continued. “That little trick back in the warehouse? What was that?”

Slowing his fingers to a stop, he raised his eyebrows at her in challenge.

“Shadow Step,” the words flew from her lips of their own accord now, and he pressed his thumb against her clit with a smirk. “I- fuck! I can create echoes of myself, but they’re hard to maintain and-”

“And your cursed energy shines like a fucking lighthouse compared to them,” he finished, his smirk growing sadistic when she glared at him. “What? It’s not a bad idea, but I found you instantly. Need to put some more effort into your techniques, Rinko-chan.”

Coming from the most powerful sorcerer in the world. She couldn’t contain another eyeroll.

“Of course you saw through it, you asshole-”

Her retort was cut off when his thumb started moving in tight, slow circles over her clit in time with resuming his fingers’ maddeningly slow thrusts into her cunt. Tossing her head back against the wall, she couldn’t contain the breathy moan that escaped as her hips rocked forward.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned in response. Speeding his fingers up and pulling another cry from her lips, his thumb pressed against her clit almost painfully when she tried to squirm away. “You’ve got more to tell me, I know it.”

Her hands moved to shove him away, but he just laughed and gathered them above her head and leaned down so she had no choice but to stare up at the stupid bandages covering his eyes.

Power rolled off of him, his easy grin conveying just how in control he was of their situation. Behind the blindfold, she knew his eyes told a million stories, but she had no choice but to stare at the maddeningly blank canvas above her.

“The technique you used four years ago,” he whispered, leaning in so his lips were once again at her ear. “The Simple Domain that protected you against my Lapse Blue. Explain it.”

“I-” she cut herself off by biting her lip.

The stubborn part of her, the part that was frustrated he got her to give in so easily, flared. Remembering what she’d told him afterward, she couldn’t help but push him further.

“I didn’t need a technique for that. Like I told you four years ago, it was such a weak attack-”

Really, what else did she expect when she tried to find the limits of a man who was, quite literally, limitless?

His hum of disappointment cut her off. A quiet, menacing chuckle rumbled in his chest as he pulled back to give her a look that was almost giddy.

“Oh, Rinko-chan,” he tutted, withdrawing his fingers from her pants.

The hand that held hers above her head guided her away from the wall. Yanking her against his chest, he almost dragged her towards the bed behind him.

“You were doing so well,” Gojo continued, his voice amused and the grin still in place. “Looks like I’m gonna have to show you what happens to brats who lie on top of not listening.”

His expression changed, a serious look overtaking his smile. He pulled the blindfold down, bright blue eyes staring down at her clouded with lust. Releasing her wrists, he dropped his hand to the side of her neck, the gentle touch a stark contrast to moments before.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, and I will.”

She felt her breath stutter in her chest, a small smile finding its way onto her face as she met his sincere gaze. Something about him pausing to make sure everything was okay made him so much more attractive.

It wasn’t like she’d resisted anything, and she knew he could tell she was still going along. But it was endearing, bordering on caring, both of which he wasn’t exactly known for.

Gojo Satoru was, as everyone knew, selfish. And he had no time in his life for anyone he deemed too weak.

“You’re fine,” she whispered back, prompting him to lean down to press his lips to hers.

He moved his lips over hers lazily before tilting her head to the side and humming his approval when she opened her mouth, meeting his tongue halfway.

“I’m gonna get a bit rough,” he murmured, licking his way to her ear. “You good with that?”

The statement alone was enough for her to feel a fresh rush of heat through her body, her panties sticking to her uncomfortably. But the question pulled a moan from her, nodding almost too quickly.

“Yeah,” she breathed, hands grasping the fabric of his jacket tightly in her fists. “I’m- I can- do you know the color system?”

Now he released a groan, the deep sound rumbling through him and sending a shiver down her spine.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, his hands moving to her waist, thumbs slipping under the bands of her pants. “I knew you’d be a filthy fucking slut.”

“Green,” was her only reply, afraid she wouldn’t be able to form any other words now.

A small part of her vowed never to voice how that simple sentence had affected her. Her pride would never recover from the embarrassment if she did.

Not waiting to be told twice, he shoved her pants down and yanked her shirt over her head. Standing before him in her underwear, she watched his pupils dilate at the sight.

“Turn around,” he ordered, hands going to her shoulders when she only looked at him in confusion. “Turn. Around.”

Complying, she let him take both of her hands in his own and pull them behind her back. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the blindfold gone from around his neck, his gaze focused on her wrists as he used it to bind them together. Before she could say anything, his eyes flit back up to meet hers, the lazy grin back in place.

Gripping her biceps lightly, he turned her back around, and his left hand moved to her chin. He kissed her gently, his tongue slowly stroking hers while his right hand moved to tease her through her panties. Pushing them aside, his fingers teased her slit, parting her lips to allow his middle finger to slip inside. He swallowed her whimper as he gathered up her slick and dragged it up to her clit.

Without faltering with the teasing strokes of his tongue or fingers, he sat down on the bed and pulled her down to straddle his lap.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” he breathed, left hand now gripping her hair tightly. He licked her jaw up to her ear, biting just enough to pull a whine from her. “Tell me about that simple domain.”

Even with her position, what she knew would happen, her wrists tied securely behind her back, she just couldn’t help herself. Smiling innocently up at him when he leaned back to stare at her expectantly, she used the sweetest voice she could as she asked:

“What simple domain?”

The hand rubbing her clit left, almost pulling a whine of protest from her lips before she released a shriek as his palm made contact with her left ass cheek.

“Fucking brat,” he hissed, using his grip on her hair to pull her head back, allowing him better access to her neck. Biting down hard, he chuckled when she moaned. “Simple Domain, Last Stand, wasn’t it?”

Her silence was met with a harsh slap against her thigh, her gasp of pain quickly followed by another smack. Ripping her panties away, he soothed his hand over her skin for just a moment before he pulled her hips down further, grinding her bare pussy against the fabric covering his erection. A needy, high-pitched sound fell from her lips. He pulled back to stare into her eyes as his palm struck again. The jolt that ran through her resulted in another rush of slick, and she felt his cock twitch through his pants when he noticed.

“What exactly is Last Stand, hmm, Rinko-chan?” he asked again, his voice teasing, a cocky smile lighting his face. “Go on, tell me. No point in trying to lie, sweetheart. I heard you when you cast it. Quick reaction time, by the way. I was impressed you were able to activate it before Lapse Blue hit.”

Another swat. A moan wrenching its way up her throat.

“I think you’re enjoying this too much,” he prodded, landing a particularly harsh slap. “Better start talking or I’ll think you’re nothing more than a dirty slut who just wants to be spanked until her ass is raw.”

The next hit brought tears to her eyes. She squeezed them shut until he tutted her mockingly.

“Ah, ah, Rinko-chan,” Gojo sang. “You’re gonna look at me like a good little slut while you take your punishment and tell me about that impressive technique.”

Clenching around nothing, she finally relented.

“Last-” her sob when his hand made contact again was met with a gentle kiss to her cheek before he motioned for her to continue. “Last Stand uses a duplicate to let me withstand a single hit, dealing equivalent damage to the duplicate instead.”

As she spoke, his left hand moved between them, his right gripping her waist tightly so she couldn’t squirm away. Giving no other warning, he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them up so they rubbed against her gspot insistently. His thumb circled her clit, the sudden assault causing her to clench down on his fingers.

“Anything else?”

“I-” she arched her back, letting out another needy whine as he wiggled his fingers. “I can’t create any duplicates once it’s active.”

Gojo seemed satisfied with her answer, kissing her almost sweetly as she struggled to breathe.

“So fucking wet,” he whispered as he began to fuck his fingers into her. He curled them with each thrust so he teased the spongy area that made her whine. “You feel so good. Can’t wait to feel this tight pussy squeezing my cock. But first,” his fingers sped up, applying more pressure to her clit and capturing her lips again when she moaned. “Keep being a good girl, and cum for me. Now.”

The previously building wave crashed over her swiftly, her back arching of its own will as she quivered around his fingers. Her cry was like no sound she’d made before, sounding like a mixture of a moan and a sob.

“That’s it.” He continued whispering in her ear, filthy promises falling on almost deaf ears as her head filled with the white noise of pleasure. “Let go for me.”

Her head felt fuzzy as she came down. Faintly, she noted that the hand that wasn’t still inside her was massaging her sore, abused ass cheeks as he hummed in approval.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmured, leaning down to run his nose up the side of her neck teasingly. “Wasn’t so hard, hm?”

“Feels hard to me,” she blurted out, burying her face in his neck as he let out a laugh.

“It should,” he replied, retrieving his fingers and sucking them into his mouth. His eyes darkened as they stared at her, holding her gaze while he licked his fingers clean. “Even sweeter than I imagined.”

Grinning at her slack expression, he closed the distance between them, sucking her tongue into his mouth instantly. His hands went back to her hips, grinding her down on his lap, making her jolt when his cock brushed against her oversensitive clit.

“No,” he growled against her lips, grip tightening when she tried to lift herself up. “You’re gonna take it. One more, baby.”

“Please,” she whimpered, breath hitching when she felt herself begin to clench down violently. “I need-”

“What do you need?” he asked, his breath hot against her own desperate pants. “What do you need, Rinko-chan? You need my fingers again? Or you want me to fill that sweet, needy little cunt with my cock?”

She moaned in response, both trying to escape and grind down on him at the same time.

“Use your words, Rinko-chan,” he commanded, sweet tone not matching the hungry look in his eyes. “You have to say it. Say, ‘Satoru-kun, please fill me up with your huge cock and fuck me until I can’t walk.’”

His tone sparked the part of her mind that lived to push his buttons. She felt a smirk pull at the corners of her mouth, watching his eyes brighten at the challenge in hers.

“It’s always the cocky ones who can’t give a girl a good orgasm,” she breathed, watching his grin grow even wider, darker. “Figures you’d be all talk-”

His hand went to her throat, squeezing enough to just barely restrict her airflow. Pulling her forward by her neck, his bright eyes darkening to match his sadistic grin.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin your greedy pussy for any other man.”

The words were spoken with a delighted laugh that bordered on manic, his breath mingling with hers as he leaned down. He forced his way into her mouth, sucking her tongue between his lips again before biting down hard.

“And you’re gonna thank me for it when I’m done. ”

It was her turn to laugh, the sound coming out as a wheeze as she struggled to breathe.

“Enough empty promises. Why don’t you prove it?”

She was debating whether or not she was really going to stay the night.

Though Gojo had tugged her against his chest and muttered that she should stay after he’d helped her clean herself up, she wondered if he even knew what he was saying as he fell asleep.

Resting against his bare chest, Rinko listened to his steady heartbeat and thought about that day years ago. How later she’d learned so much more about what she’d thought was just a close call.

“I have a confession,” she whispered, not knowing what compelled her to speak to his sleeping form. “There’s more to Last Stand than I said earlier-”

His eyes shot open, meeting her gaze and grinning when she let out a yelp in surprise.

“So you were holding out on me,” he said, eyes gleaming up at her. “Ah ah.” His hands grasped her hips when she tried to push herself up and away from him. “Spill it.”

“I thought you were asleep!” she squawked, her heart hammering in her chest. Her attempts at escape were fueled more by the jumpscare than an actual need to get away, but he still gave no room for resistance. He pulled her on top of him fully, resting her hips against his. “You scared me!”

The grin grew larger, his right hand moving to grasp the back of her neck to pull her down so her lips met his. Grumbling, she kissed him back reluctantly, unable to contain the quiet moan in her throat when his tongue met hers.

“Rinko,” he whispered, hips bucking up into hers. “Tell me.”

Embarrassment flooded her now, and she broke their kiss to try and crawl from on top of him again, wanting to bury her face in his pillow. His grip on her neck tightened, his eyes searching her face.

“As much as I enjoyed our little game earlier,” he drawled, his left hand stroking her hip gently. “I’d like to get some sleep. So tell me, and then I’ll fuck you to sleep. Sound good?”

Her cunt clenched at his words, and she sighed, dropping her head so her forehead rested against his.

“Last Stand is only supposed to take one duplicate,” she murmured.

She thought back to how she had only been able to have three active at the time. How it had been a lucky twist of fate that she’d had all of them up, mainly dodging physically to preserve them. If she’d had even just one fewer, she’d very likely have still died.

“What do you mean ‘supposed to?’” he whispered, watching her inhale sharply. “Can you use the technique more than once if you have all five active?”

“No-” It wasn’t something she’d ever thought about, but she supposed she technically could. “Well, maybe. But that isn’t- I called it Last Stand for a reason. It’s meant to be a last resort. My trump card, I guess. But when I used it against you, that was the first time I’d used it out of necessity.”

She leaned back so she could sit up. He was silent as she paused, hands resting behind his head now that he was sure she wasn’t going anywhere. His eyes followed her fingers as they fidgeted.

“I could only have three at the time,” she continued, her gaze moving to the wall above his bed, no longer able to meet his eyes. “And I had trouble keeping them up, especially while I was fighting. But I had three active when-”

It terrified her still, something she hadn’t admitted to anyone.

“Your technique, when it hit, I remember feeling it. I remember feeling it ripping my duplicates apart and realizing that there were no words to describe the agony I felt.”

“Duplicates,” he breathed, eyes going wide. “Plural.”

Nodding, she took a deep, calming breath. Accepting and voicing aloud a reality she hadn’t before:

“And then I remember feeling very distinctly, knowing with every piece of my mind and soul, that I should have been dead.”

Meeting his eyes again, she felt the weight of his gaze seeing straight through her.

“I had all three active at the time. I was running on a high I can’t describe. Taking risks I knew were stupid because I knew if I wasn’t careful, one hit from you could take me out easily. But I was having too much fun- and I think that’s what saved my life.”

Pausing, fidgeting with her hands, she voiced her theories now, wanting to know what he thought.

“I- my best assumption from what happened is that the equivalent damage it deals to the duplicates can obviously exceed what they can handle. If it’s more than everything I have active, I still get hurt. But it doesn’t kill me. Shoko kept telling me she was shocked I was still alive with some of the combined things she found. So, my theory is that it doesn’t kill me immediately. Gives me a chance to get away, but I’m essentially on a clock to get help, or I’m dead anyway.”

“Delayed response,” he murmured, his eyes conveying his racing thoughts. “You’ve given yourself a get-out-of-death free card. Think about how fucking insane that’d be with a reverse curse technique.”

“I’ve had that thought, too,” she agreed, biting her lip nervously. “But- I- after a bit of training, I found out I just can’t pull that off.”

He’d done it, of course. But he was the Six Eyes. Limitless user. Quite literally the strongest in the world. Those Six Eyes were staring up at her now, a smirk on his lips.

“Guess we’ve both cheated death, huh?” he asked, amusement clear. “Impressive, I gotta admit.”

“Pretty sure you actually died,” she replied, raising her eyebrows. “I avoided it entirely. So does that make me stronger for avoiding it? Or you stronger for cheating it completely and coming back?”

His scoff told her the answer she already knew.

“Obviously me,” he declared, all joking gone. “You wouldn’t stand a chance now, you know.”

Rolling her eyes, she shrugged absently.

“I didn’t stand a chance back then, either,” she admitted. “I knew I’d lost before the fight started. You outmatched me no matter how I looked at it. Cursed energy, physical strength, skill. And it was even more obvious when you didn’t even flinch when you launched a technique at me that literally almost wiped me from existence.”

She suddenly remembered what Shoko told her that day, jabbing him in the chest with her pointer finger.

“And I can’t believe you did that,” she accused, finally able to voice how ridiculous it was that he had genuinely almost killed her without batting an eye. “Shoko said that the only rule Yaga gave you was not to use that technique.”

“I was annoyed,” he replied, shrugging indifferently. At her glare, he smirked up at her. “You were supposed to be an easy fight. A Grade 3? Against me? It was like a sick joke to bore me to death. I was supposed to get to sit back and watch Suguru’s fight because it was supposed to be a good one. But instead, I got stuck fighting an insufferable pest who didn’t understand her place.”

A badge she wore with such pride, she thought to herself smugly. Getting under Gojo Satoru’s skin with him being unable to do anything about it.

That was the high she’d been chasing ever since.

A smirk found its way to her face now. She knew he could see the satisfaction in her eyes because he quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Glad to know I made an impression,” she murmured, her eyes shining.

“Fucking imagine,” he growled, hands grasping her hips. “This stupid girl from some unknown family - a Grade 3 weakling - was pissing me off. Because you refused to give in. Wouldn’t just let me have what we both knew was already mine.”

Grinding her down against him now, his eyes were shining with irritation and lust.

“Thought you just didn’t understand how out of your league you were, playing with me. I knew what you were doing. Taunting me. Trying to prove you were somehow stronger? So I figured you’d have at least enough brains to dodge out of the way and then surrender when you realized you were in over your head.”

“You almost killed me for being annoying?” she asked incredulously, narrowing her eyes. “That’s petty, even for you-”

“And for being a cocky brat,” he added, smirking. “But I thought you said it was a weak technique?” He was pretending to pout now, eyes dancing with mirth. “You called it a weak attack, said you’d expected me to be stronger than that, yeah?”

His laughter shook both of them when she smacked his chest, rolling her eyes. Flipping them over, he leaned down until his breath mingled with hers as he ground into her.

“But you didn’t dodge,” he breathed against her lips, pulling back just a fraction when she tried to close the distance. His eyes teased her as he gave her lips a playful lick. “You dug your goddamn heals in and took a hit from a technique I’d used to level fucking buildings square in the chest.” His voice was lower now, almost a growl in her ear as he leaned in. “And then you had the fucking nerve to stand there, looking like you’d been to hell and back, and ask if that was all I had? If only you’d known all I wanted to give you.” He bit her neck, chuckling at her quiet whimper. “All I could fucking think was how much I wanted to break you. Bend you over and show you just how much more I had. How you’d never even had a chance at winning-”

“Ah,” she chimed, her voice coming out in a whine. “But I did win that day.” He had pulled back to meet her gaze again, eyes daring her to continue. “If you’ll remember: I drew first blood. I bested you, even if it was brief. I landed two hits on the so-called strongest. I made the Six Eyes bleed.”

He let out a deranged chuckle, bright eyes almost glowing as he grinned down at her.

“Oh, I wanted to fucking make you bleed,” he grunted, kissing her roughly, biting her bottom lip until he tasted blood to prove his point. “You’re fucking incredible. Crazy too, but we both know you have to be to do what we do.”

Pulling away just slightly, he rubbed the head of his cock through her folds before sliding in with no other warning. She arched into him, her mouth going slack as a moan clawed its way up her throat at the sudden feeling of him grazing her gspot deliciously.

“Shit, baby,” he gasped, setting an almost brutal rhythm as he pulled back out only to slide back in until his balls slapped against her ass. “Feel so good, squeezing me so fucking good.”

Pulling her leg up, he leaned over her once again, bracing the back of her thigh against his chest as he stretched her and hit that spot so deep inside that she thrashed beneath him. Her attempts to meet his thrusts were futile, his grip on her waist unyielding as he fucked her towards a fast-approaching peak.

“Taking me so damn good.” His voice sounded almost as wrecked as she felt. Her world had narrowed to just him above her, driving himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. “You gonna cum? You need it, baby?”

Taking both hands in one of his, he pinned them above her and slowed his hips until she wiggled desperately. Whining, she arched into him, chasing the high that he had once again ripped away.

“Use your words, Rinko-chan,” he commanded, nuzzling her neck before biting down, sucking a bruise onto her skin. “What do you need?”

Her growl of frustration became a loud moan when he sped up for a few thrusts.

“Yeah, baby?” he taunted, slowing again and grinning down at her. “Remember, you just have to say the magic words, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please,” she whimpered, arching up into him. “Satoru, please let me cum.”

Letting out a feral groan, he sped back up, kissing her roughly.

“Fuck, baby, I know,” his voice was rough as he spoke, his teeth knocking against hers as he dominated her mouth. “I’ve got you.”

Trailing his hand down, he rubbed slow, maddening circles on her clit.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed at her, groaning again when she clenched at his words. “You gonna cum for me now? Come on, baby, open your mouth.”

Confusion filled her, brow furrowing as he stared at her expectantly. He slowed his fingers, raising a brow, and she opened her mouth slowly, still unsure why he would ask her to-

Gojo’s grin turned feral as he leaned back just enough so she could watch him spit into her mouth, the line of saliva dropping onto her tongue. She blinked up at him, scrunching her face in disgust.

“Swallow,” he ordered, timing his command with a particularly harsh thrust. “Do it, baby.”

Her body responded before she could think to do otherwise, swallowing obediently. Her orgasm crashed into her like a fucking wave, and his fingers pinched her clit, keeping her at the peak. The scream she released left her throat feeling raw, her back arching as she wailed, effectively silencing the part of her that was asking what the hell just happened.

“I fucking knew you were a dirty bitch,” he growled, a gleefully sadistic grin on his face. “Take it, baby. Gimme one more and then I’ll fill you up. You want that? Want me to fill you so full you’re leaking my cum?”

The noise she made didn’t sound human, and he leaned down again, sucking a bruise into her neck.

“That’s what I thought,” he hummed. His hips stuttered when she screamed his name, the walls of her cunt clenching around him like a vise. “Such a good fucking slut for me.”

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