#god. ugh. argh. ugh. ugh

[oflgtfol]

fall 2021 really had me like in the depths of madness wildly seesawing from deep suicidal depression but then listening to horizons by starset and kicking my feet twirling my hair about venom. and then going back to the madness

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Killua and the Power of Wishes

Okay going to try and make this coherent because the amount of wish association all through Killua's character development makes me want to chew plaster.

As a fair warning, this analysis ended up being long as hell, and I didn't even include everything I could've said. This is also just one lens to analyze Killua's story arc with, and I feel there are other valid interpretations of some of these moments. This is just one of mine, so keep that in mind please.

One last warning that this analysis does discuss emotional manipulation and abuse, as is par for Killua's background.

Let's set the stage with one important piece of info: Killua's birthday.

Killua's birthday is July 7th, the same day as Tanabata. Tanabata is a folklore-rich festival where according to legend, the two lovers, weaver Orihime and cowherd Hikoboshi, represented by the two stars, Vega and Altair, are allowed to reunite once a year after separation. A popular custom of Tanabata is to make wishes by writing them down on tanzaku, then hang it on a bamboo tree so that the wish might one day come true.

Tanabata is also known as the Star Festival. Please keep this in mind, because I'm going to come back to it.

To finish setting up the lens for this analysis, I'm going to need to dig into the game-changer scene for Killua's early characterization - his confrontation with Illumi at the end of the Hunter Exam, and specifically, the exact nature of Illumi's manipulation of him.

I say "game-changer" because it really is - up until this point, it's kind of fair to not fully know what to think about Killua. Certainly, he seems excited to hang out with Gon (he approached him first, after all) and he's friendly enough, but he's also arrogant and claims to be motivated mainly by boredom. For all intents and purposes, Killua seems set up to be Gon's dangerous yet charismatic rival... but then this scene happens and it completely turns it all on its head.

Because Killua may have mentioned his family was controlling before, but he seriously downplayed the severity of it - likely because he has no point of reference for how awful his situation actually is other than it makes him feel bad and trapped. Illumi's appearance immediately shifts our understanding of Killua from runaway murder kid with annoying murder family to straight-up victim of emotional abuse, and dissolves his cockiness instantly to terror.

What does all this have to do with wishes? Glad you asked. Let's look at some of Illumi's dialogue.

[ID: A screenshot from HxH episode 20 of the 2011 anime. Killua looks up, sweating and conflicted, as Illumi tells him "You don't want anything or wish for anything." End ID.]

This is the crux of Illumi's (and the family's) control. Killua's desires do not align with the family trade. They must be excised from him.

When Killua insists that he does have something that he really wants, Illumi says "Tell me what it is you want", in a mockery of a certain other sibling who would have helped fulfill this wish - Illumi asks only so he can completely dismantle it. And Killua isn't even really surprised at Illumi's words, just heartbroken. You can tell this isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened.

Killua states his wish quite fervently; he really means it. But his words are not rebellious, nor cathartic. Instead, he answers Illumi quietly, as if fearful or ashamed, almost reminiscent of a sinner's confession.

[ID: Two screenshots from HxH episode 20 of the 2011 anime. In the first Killua looks down with a troubled expression, saying "I want to become friends with Gon...". In the second, his face is hidden as he stands with hands clenched at his sides with a spotlight on him. He says "I'm sick of killing people..." End ID.]

It's such an innocent, simple want.

And Illumi proceeds to make him feel like even something so simple is harmful and selfish of him... not to the family, but to Gon.

In a matter of a few minutes, Illumi breaks down Killua's wish by:

Acknowledging this desire, but twisting it into something that will inevitably fade over time, thereby causing Killua to doubt his own conviction and feelings -> "Gon is a novelty, a radiant presence who has piqued your curiosity. No more than that."

Acknowledging that Gon is someone important to Killua, and undermining this by telling him that by his very nature, he will eventually bring harm to Gon, which makes him feel as though Killua cannot trust himself to be a good friend -> "If you try to be friends with him, you will one day want to kill him... because you are, by nature, a murderer." (As a... delightful... bonus, this is also apparently how Silva and Illumi justify their treatment of Killua to him - "This is the essence of your existence and we taught you accordingly." Like they adapted to Killua's nature, instead of them molding Killua into who they wanted him to be.)

Delivering an ultimatum - to fight Illumi and win, or else Gon will die - that Killua is doomed to fail due to his upbringing and the needle in his head. Since Killua doesn't know about the needle, he assumes this is his own personal failure, something Illumi feeds into -> "You're just not qualified to make friends."

And it's the last point that breaks him. The first two shoot down Killua's present wish, but the last proceeds to shatter any hope he might've had of wishing for anything similar in the future - he has told him that his desires are weak, temporary, inherently dangerous to those around him, and worst of all, aren't enough on their own for him to deserve friendship and love from others. And the clincher: Killua feels like all of this is his own fault, that there is something inherently dangerous and wrong with him!

So, it doesn't even matter to Killua anymore if he fails the Hunter Exam. To him, he just failed the only test that mattered.

10/10 manipulation, Illumi. Fuck you, seriously.

Killua's character arc is mainly his quest and struggle to refute Illumi's arguments and to shake off the manipulation and the ways in which his family have molded and controlled him. And by far, the most difficult part of his conditioning to shake off is this idea that he is undeserving of anything more than what he is already given.

It's almost like the family has drilled it into him that wishes are dangerous. How interesting.

Thankfully, however, there are two parties to Killua's wish here - Gon, too, is a part of it, and it is not simply his reciprocated desire to be Killua's friend that saves him, but also his recognition of Killua's situation for what it is (notably, when no one else correctly identified the true issue).

"You know it wasn't his choice. You manipulated him, kidnapping his spirit!"

The ensuing Zoldyck family arc emphasizes that Gon is 100% correct: the main hold Killua's family has on him isn't physical - it's all emotional.

Killua breaks one of his shackles when Milluki threatens to have his new friends killed, but he only breaks the rest when Zeno tells him he's free to go. So, if Killua could break loose at any point, was this still a rescue like Gon said?

Well, yes - just because he absolutely could've broken out physically at any time, that does not mean he could just leave. That's the nature of situations such as this - it's not as simple as "just leaving". Support is necessary, as is actually having something tangible outside the situation to go to - otherwise there is little point to leaving at all. Gon (and Kurapika and Leorio) showing up to free Killua showed him that his wish was reciprocated and allowed him to break one cuff - this is the start of his journey, but he still has a long ways to go. Notably, he again hesitates and closes off when Silva asks what he wants.

[ID: Three panels from HxH chapter 42. In the first, Silva asks Killua "...would you like to see [Gon]?" Killua's expression is complicated in the next panel - he's closed off and uncertain. Silva continues "Be honest, Kil... what do you want?" End ID.]

Killua will backtalk and casually break his shackles and death glare his family... but he's too fearful to voice his wants aloud.

And once again, asked by his father what he wants, he is subtly set up to fail. His wish is granted, but made conditional - "Do not betray your friends", something Killua is regrettably set up to do by virtue of the needle in his head that he, again, doesn't know about. Silva fully expects him to fail and come back home, disillusioned, believing it's his own fault due to his "nature", and trusting in Silva still as a "reasonable" figure in his life.

This condition placed on his friendship is what drives much of Killua's fear and insecurity with regards to Gon for much of the series - the idea that Killua has to earn his right to friendship, and that if he doesn't, he will lose it, one way or another.

It really makes me wish that Killua had actually gotten to hear Gon's views on friendship from the beginning of the Zoldyck Family arc, because it entirely refutes this entire philosophy. He even outright refuses to go through the Testing Gates at first, purely because he thinks the sentiment of needing to prove yourself just to be friends is completely outrageous - he only relents because there is no other way.

[ID: Two screenshots from episodes 21 and 22 of the 2011 HxH anime adaptation. Gon looks up at Illumi and firmly states "[Killua] doesn't need to earn the right to be my friend!" In the second, Gon's face is seen in profile and close up as he asks "Why would you test your friends?" End ID.]

I doubt it would've truly prevented Killua's insecurity from manifesting even if he had heard this, to be honest - his issues with usefulness are very deep-rooted in his upbringing - but still, it would've been nice for him to hear, I think.

However, that's not to say that this exact sentiment doesn't come through in their interactions.

Gon, as Killua's friend, cares about what Killua actually wants and wants to make sure Killua knows that - and that's part of what makes the Whale Island conversation between them really important.

[ID: Two images, both of the same scene from HxH chapter 64, and episode 37 of the 2011 anime. In the manga panel, Gon has turned his head to look at Killua directly, who looks shocked and taken aback, to say "I like hanging out with you." In the anime screenshot, Gon has turned his whole body to face Killua, and says "I think it's fun to be with you." End ID.]

I see a lot of people chalk this up to just Gon being Gon, but it reads to me as much more deliberate than even his usual honesty. He's turned so he's looking directly at Killua, which is a sure way to make his words come across clearly. The lead up to this is Killua, again, not knowing or being able to vocalize what he wants. He doesn't have a goal to work towards like Gon, he only knows what he doesn't want - he's a mix of envious and admiring towards Gon, who knows what he wants and simply goes for it.

But this conversation makes it clear that they have a shared wish - they both want to be friends, and they'd both like to stay together. It's not about earning, to Gon, it's only about if they both want the same thing - mutual, not conditional. There's a nice almost call-and-response type dialogue here, where Gon asserts that he likes spending time with Killua (very directly lol), then shares that Killua is the first friend his age he's had. This prompts Killua to say that Gon is his first friend ever, and that he does have fun with him. And just like that, Gon replies "Then let's stay together!" and pointedly includes Killua's desire to find a goal in their, now shared, upcoming journey.

Overhead, a shooting star appears in the sky. A mutual wish is granted.

[ID: A panel from HxH chapter 64. The night sky is full of stars. In the centre is a shooting star. End ID.]

Hm. Stars. Remember how I told you to keep that in mind, all the way back at the beginning? Their association with Tanabata, making a wish on a shooting star, etc. etc.?

Well, buckle up because this star is going to make you experience so much sadness now.

[ID: Panels from HxH chapter 286. The first is a conversation between Killua and Meleoron where Killua asserts he intends to "go down in flames with [Gon]". When Meleoron looks concerned, Killua brushes off the declaration as a joke. In the second image, Killua is turned away, his outline pale, as Meleoron thinks "Why... did you looks so sad... back there?" The last image is a cloudy night sky filled with stars. At the centre of the panel is a shooting star. End ID.]

Yeah, it makes its reappearance directly after Killua has "jokingly" resolved to die with Gon if it comes down to it, after "since it means nothing to you".

I am assured, in Japanese, the word choice here is 心中 (shinjuu), the word for double suicide, where the intent is to die at the same time in the same manner in order to be reunited in the afterlife. The implication here is that Killua, having increasingly grown insecure in his place by Gon's side but unable to voice this, knowing that Gon is hurtling down the path of no return, thinks back to their conversation under the stars where they both mutually wished to stay together and, because he believes that it is no longer possible for him to help Gon, has resolved to stay by his side in death, and after it.

...holy shit, kid.

[ID: Two screenshots from the 4th ending of the 2011 anime. In the first, Gon and Killua stand back to back as meteors fall around them. In the second, they stand facing away from the audience towards a body of water under a night sky filled with stars - Gon throws a stone, which flashes in the air like a shooting star. End ID.]

And of course, here's the shooting star again in the 2011 anime's Nagareboshi Kirari ending, as well as it being the subject of the song itself and rather explicitly referencing that wish to go on a journey together, to stay together, because... Madhouse hates us. I guess. :'(

What started off as a simple wish for a friend deepened into a wish to always stay by Gon's side. This is largely good at first! Killua is able to explore and experience genuine friendship, to get a taste for freedom, and use the power of his fervent wish to protect his dear friend in order to rid himself of Illumi's needle. However, the more Killua wants, the more he traps these wishes in monologues within his own head and does not voice them aloud. Part of it is that he already feels he's been given much more than he deserves - seeing himself as a creature of darkness and Gon as light - but a greater part of the issue here is not that Killua is afraid to wish for things, but that he is afraid wishing without "compensation" will inevitably lead to horrible repercussions - namely, losing who he loves.

In order to feel worthy of staying with Gon, of earning his friendship, Killua works hard to help Gon achieve his goals, taking on the role of wish grantor, growing to do practically anything needed to support him for seemingly nothing in return - but that's not 100% true. Killua wants at least some appreciation, whether he admits it or not - it's a security thing, and it also clearly makes him happy, even if he's not great at accepting it. He insists in Chimera Ant arc that friends don't need to thank friends, but this declaration always read as very sudden to me or like a rationalization, and it's relevant to remember that this is at the peak of Gon isolating himself and self-destructing before his eyes, and Killua's own insecurity regarding his importance to him.

Killua might not mind doing things without thanks, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like to hear that Gon appreciates him. He clearly does appreciate verbal confirmation of their bond! We know this.

[ID: Two screenshots from the 2011 anime. The first is from episode 61. Killua smiles down at the ground with his hands in his pockets, the colours having gone soft and bright. The second is from episode 70 during the dodgeball match. Gon smiles determinedly in the foreground as Killua looks shocked next to him. End ID.]

Keeping all this in mind, Killua's story, or at least this part of it, couldn't have concluded in a better way than his rescue of Alluka, the wish grantor.

Now, I could probably write an entire other analysis on Alluka and Nanika alone, but for the sake of not making this any longer than I already have, I'm going to go through only a few points. Alluka is incomprehensible to her family because they make no attempt to understand her, with the exception of Killua. The only thing they do seem to understand, when explained to them, is the demands made after Nanika grants a wish - this, of course, fits neatly into their own predetermined views on "earning" and "punishment". However, beyond this, they make no attempt to understand her, and since her power is deemed dangerous and uncontrollable, she is locked away.

They are worried, first and foremost, that Alluka will bring harm to the family, and there's two ways in which this could be true:

As a function of failing to fulfill her requests, of course

Because she, just by existing, threatens the family's status quo

I stated at the beginning that Killua's desires do not align with those of the family business, and he's always apparently been more open to understanding others - he asks Alluka and Nanika questions to understand them, and treats them with respect, while his family are more so focused on subjugating anything that might be a threat. This is what Illumi tried to drill into Killua after all; never fight a superior opponent - everything is about assessments of relative strength, which leaves no room for open-mindedness or getting to know people.

Faced with a daughter who is clearly incomprehensibly powerful, and a son, the would-be inheritor of the family trade, who is showing a disturbing amount of willingness to befriend instead of retreat from her, the family made the decision to excise Alluka not just from where she could "harm" the family power-wise, but also likely to secure their control over Killua, who they then set about practically programming to not have any more wishes for himself, or at least to not be able to vocalize them without fear of loss or retribution.

The family's nickname for Killua is "Kil" or "Killu", which is deeply fascinating to me as a reader - nicknames are expressions of endearment, typically, and I actually don't doubt that here. Killua's family does love him, but their love comes with conditions. He must be molded into the perfect son, and every part of him that doesn't fit must be excised.

So: Killua's memories of Alluka are suppressed with the needle, and she is further cut from his life by dropping the "a" from his name (the Zoldyck children are named like a game of shiratori - Illumi -> Milluki -> Killua -> Alluka -> Kalluto). The nickname is also like a command or order "to kill", which is of course what they want him to do.

Saving Gon through saving Alluka and Nanika forces Killua to have to face down the last and hardest of Illumi's manipulations to shake, and that's the notion that a wish, that kindness and friendship and love, cannot be unconditional without severe repercussions - where the people he cares about get hurt because of him, something he cannot envision being forgiven for.

It's a little sad to me that after spending most of the series struggling against his family's teachings that they didn't lead to Killua betraying Gon at all, as he'd feared... but to him betraying Nanika, by sending her away.

Here is this little girl with a bloodstained past, incredibly powerful and dangerous and capable of amazing feats, treated as some evil thing by those who fear her. But she is kind at heart. Her true strength lies in healing, not killing. And she only takes commands from Killua.

Illumi thinks this is because Killua is the only one with control over her. Killua believes this is because she wants praise. They're both partially correct, but this is not the full reason Nanika does what Killua asks of her.

[ID: Two screenshots from episode 146 of the 2011 anime. In the first, Nanika smiles and says "I love Killua." In the second, Killua looks at her, stricken. End ID.]

Nanika loves him. Everyone has been trying to figure out all these complicated rules and conditions on her wish granting and why Killua is the one exception, but the answer is exceedingly simple. She loves him, and wants to do nice things for him so he can have his wishes granted. It's the only way she knows to get the love that she wants in turn.

Just like her brother, Nanika makes herself useful to earn love and appreciation from someone who accepted her when no one else did.

Even though he knows Nanika just wants to help, he still sees her presence as a danger to the person he sees as pure and innocent who must be protected. He sends her away because her "nature" is to be a threat to Alluka's safety, even if she doesn't intend to be. Killua's fear of Illumi and repercussions causes him to make a horrible mistake.

And Alluka tears into him for it.

[ID: A set of panels from HxH chapter 336. A furious Alluka glares and asks Killua if he made Nanika cry. When Killua stutters, she demands he apologize to her. End ID.]

You tell him, girl.

Oh hey, this looks a little familiar, huh?

"Apologize to Killua!" says Gon to Illumi after Illumi sends Killua away.

Nanika should not be the one punished for the actions of those trying to control her. She certainly shouldn't be forced to leave those she loves, or have to earn love from them.

And neither should Killua.

[ID: Three panels from HxH chapter 336. Alluka yells, tears in her eyes, "If you're going to protect me... you have to protect Nanika too!!" Killua looks shocked, then his eyes widen. End ID.]

It's interesting to me that this is the line that snaps Killua out of his fear enough for him to properly speak with Nanika and apologize. One party cannot receive all the protection, nor can the other only give and give limitlessly.

Killua makes it clear to Nanika when speaking with her that he will protect her, and that she doesn't need to earn affection from people by granting their wishes. He promises they will both be there for each other - Killua will praise her whenever she wants, and not just when she does something for him, but he also doesn't refuse Nanika's desire to grant his wishes. It's mutual, not conditional.

And on the heels of this "betrayal", Killua asks for what he never thought he could receive - forgiveness. And even though Nanika is clearly still very upset...

[ID: Two screenshots from episode 146. In the first, Nanika and Killua face each other, both of them teary. Nanika says "Kay." In the second, he has pulled her into a hug. Nanika is teary, her fingers gripping Killua's back tightly. End ID.]

...she doesn't even have to think about it.

I do think Killua still has a ways to go, but he is in a position right now to learn from his relationship with his sisters about balance - that love is not just selfless devotion, but also allowing those who love you to help you and make you happy too. I think that's what unconditional love is, in a way - supporting and working together with the people you love to make each other's wishes come true.

[allmyandroids]

what a man 💥

[defensivelee]

anyway it's so unfair that I can't be a king married to a beautiful queen and we have nine children, in some kingdom far from this globe and I am loved and will be remembered as one of the best kings of that land

so yes that sounds a little silly but also what the fuck?? i have so many details planned about this, this weird self insert world inside my head. I know what I wanna be and it's him. that figure in my head, the king

and it sucks bc to be a king I feel like it's a requirement to hurt people and I know he does. we all do to some degree but he's one of the people that does it the most and that's how he stays in power. in my head that's supposed to be me but it makes no sense I don't want to do that......

still, that's always who I've wanted to be. this weird fantasy of mine....I feel like we all dream of a different life now and then but how common is it to dream of it like this, to plan it out to this level? I cannot stress how much of this world I have detailed, and it's just for me

again I'm aware of how ridiculous it sounds but even the name and face of my wife, the names and personalities of my kids......what the fuck!!! I know them all. I don't even want kids or a wife, not here; but they're my world in that....world

and I wouldn't care, but sometimes I'm filled with such a desperation to be him, to know that woman, I literally start fucking bawling bc it's impossible. and sometimes I'll cry bc I'll never know those kids. I don't get it!!!! I'm mourning for kids I don't even want, kids that have never existed and never will. im grieving for never being able to come back and see the smile on my queen's face, it's been so long. why is this?? I'm aro and I know that very well

how fucking dare anyone take that from me, I like to think, but it's a life I made and romanticized in my head and now I wish for it so much I just wanna find my way there

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

To Those Who Wait 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as non/dubcon, virginity loss, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are tired of being the safe one so you decide to pay for some excitement.

Characters: escort!Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett

Note: this is almost 5k and took me a long while. Enjoy.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Tony loves himself. Take care. 💖

You awake with a start. You lurch but can't pull away from the warmth around you. You blink and gurgle through the dregs of drowsiness. Curtis clings to you as his breathing rises and falls slowly. You touch his chest and try again. 

He groans and tightens his hold on you. You're stuck between him and the back of the couch. You drag your hand up and tickle his neck. 

"Hey, I gotta get up," you say. 

"Why?" He gristles without opening his eyes. 

"I gotta... gotta pee," you say shyly. 

"Mmph, hold it," he grumbles. 

You tut, "or maybe I can stain this nice cozy couch." 

"Don't be dramatic," he squeezes you and puts you on top of him. "You wanna get wet," his lashes flick open, "I can help with that." 

"Curt," you narrow your eyes. "I'm not making excuses-- Argh, oh god, yup," you wince, "I'm definitely thirty." 

He chuckles and runs his hand down your side, "hips? Back?" He slips his hand around your ass, "something else getting stiff?" 

"I didn't take you for a morning person," you tease. 

"I'm not, but I'll let you wake me up," he eyes you hungrily. 

"Please," you push on his chest and he lets you lift yourself, only to catch your thighs as you straddle him. 

"Mm, I like this," he purrs as he trails up to your hips. You squeak as your bladder pulses. 

"I'm not kidding," you grab his large hands. 

"Ugh, fine, you're lucky you're cute," he lets you go and stretches his arms above him. His chest strains the tee shirt across it as he does. 

You get off and quickly spin, scurrying away to the bathroom as the urgency tingles across your pelvis. You close yourself in the bathroom and take your time, pushing past the tight resistance of holding it too long. The night before hazes through your mind.  

Pizza, movies, and snuggling. You're getting used to that last part. You don't even remember falling asleep. Usually you lay awake for hours before you manage to doze off. 

You rinse your face before you come out. You smell coffee. You hear him moving around in the kitchen. Instinctively, you check to see where your phone is. Right there on the end table where you left it. 

You go into the kitchen as he yawns and rubs his eyes. You stand in the doorway, leaning on the frame as he rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. He turns and puts his hand on the counter. 

"Well, you don't work Saturdays do you?" He asks. 

You shake your head, "not anymore." 

"So that means you're free?" 

His smirk makes you smile. You shrug. 

"Well, I have lots to catch up on. Laundry, groceries... sleeping. Late night." 

"Not late enough," he winks. 

You look away. You would love to have tried but you're still a bit unsettled by Hugh. And ashamed. You're just not ready for that. 

"So no hatchet-throwing?" He quickly redirects.  

"Hmm, I'm tempted," you say. 

He's quiet as he turns to open the cupboard. He takes out a plain black mug, then another, a similar shade but the handle is a tail; like a cat. 

"Reminded me of you," he says. 

Your cheeks tinge, "oh, dark things make you think of me?" 

He scoffs, "cute things." 

You cross your arms and look at the floor. 

"Curtis, thanks uh--" 

"I really don't think you should go back. Today." He says bluntly. "It's not even been twenty-four hours since the creep showed up. At your work," he looks at you with a dire tweak in his brow. "As your boyfriend, I can't let you." 

You reach to scratch your nose, "sure, uh, that's... nice of you to worry--" 

"You got his vibe, didn't you? Something wrong with him. From what you've told me, he showed you as much--" 

You put your hands to your neck and blow out, "I don't want to think about that." 

"Trust me, I don't either," he turns to grab the carafe from the coffee machine. "So why don't we go out? Make a day of it." He pours the coffee and peeks over at you. "I missed you." 

Your chest throbs. Yeah. You did ditch him out of nowhere. It's not like you don't feel the same, 

"Me too." 

His cheek dimples. 

"Alright then. All you gotta do is let me treat my girl right," he offers you a cup. 

"Sure, not trying is exactly what I'm good at," you kid. 

He squints and you give a sheepish look. 

"Try being nice to yourself at least," he steps closer and kisses your forehead, "you know I don't like that." 

"I'm joking--" 

"Not very funny though," he says. He steps back and slurps down the coffee. "Ugh, let me just wake up a bit here."  

"Yeah, think I need to," you inhale the aroma. It soothes your achy head. 

You shuffle out of the kitchen and wander over to your phone. It's a compulsion at this point. You taste the coffee and hum as you hit the side button on your phone. 

"Mm, what kinda coffee is this? It's really..." your voice drifts off.  

There's a message. You tap it with your thumb. It's not WhatsApp this time. You've never got a DM on Insta. You only signed up for some raffle thing. It's fifteen seconds. Fifteen seconds of your regret sent from a shell account. Below, it read; 'think your boss would be impressed?' 

The little checkmark turns colourful as you stare at the image. Shoot. He knows you've seen. 

"It's really what?" Curtis asks as he strides in from the kitchen. 

"Huh?" You blink and look up at him. 

"Doesn't that thing make your eyes hurt so early?" He chides. 

"Um..." you hit the side button to hide the screen. He knows as much as needs to, and he's done more than he should. "Habit. Vivica always dogpiles me with memes." 

"Hm, well, wanna make a deal?" He drawls. 

You look at him, tweaked by the timbre in his voice. There's irritation just beneath the surface. 

"I'm gonna take you out today and we're gonna leave our phones at home." 

You guiltily set the cell back on the table, "sure. That's a good idea." 

You bring your hand back up to cradle the mug and sip. 

"Cool," he says. "Figure, we can focus on catching up." 

"Right," you agree. Is he expecting a different response? 

"Great," he inhales and hovers his cup in front of his lips. "What were you saying about the coffee?" 

"Oh, it's really good." 

"I have a trick," he grins. "Stick around long enough and I'll show you." 

You smile and look down. "Awesome." 

☕

You make a brief pit stop at your apartment to grab some clothes. Curtis waits outside as the rumble of his motorcycle echoes his patience. You change into fresh clothes and grab a spare set and few necessities before you go. Not more than can fit in his saddle bags. 

Back on the road, you cling to him. The smell of leather melds with his sweat and whatever fragrance he wears. Oaky. 

You lean into him as he revs up and speeds along the country roads and backways. You recognize the twisted elm tree in the middle of a field and the rickety fence with fading white paint and splintering posts. He rolls in towards the same farmhouse and antiquated barn. He drops his feet onto the ground as he comes to a stop. The roaring engine quiets and your ears ring. 

You get off first and undo the strap of the helmet. Your legs still thrum from the rumble of the engine. He kicks down the stand and climbs off. 

"Whose place is this?" You ask. 

He shrugs, "a buddy." 

"Sure is a nice buddy, letting you take over." 

"He's busy a lot." 

"Not working on his farm?" You wonder. 

"Waiting for the reaping," he takes your helmet and hangs both on the handlebars. "None of your friends have a super cool farm?" 

"Nah, Vivica is a city girl and the rest are... well." 

He snorts, "how the heck did you end up with them?" 

"I ask myself the same thing. More so, how they ended up with me." 

He tuts as his cheek ticks. The humour drains slowly from his features. He waves you down the same path as last time. 

"Come on, let's try to have a good day. The sun's out here trying," he girds. 

You walk ahead of him. You stare at the ground. You don't mean to be a downer. Self-deprecation has always been a shield. It's better to say the obvious first before someone else points it out. 

He clears his throat as you clear the house. You lift your head and stop short. He collides with your back, his hands settling on your hips. 

The picnic table is draped in a white tablecloth, a bouquet is arranged perfectly in a basket, the handle wrapped in ribbon, and a picnic basket sits next to it. You put your hands on Curtis', shocked at the display. He squeezes and urges you forward. 

"So what do you think? You hungry?" He asks. "Can't have you throwing axes on an empty stomach. Otherwise, I might get cut." 

"You... How did you?" You utter. 

"My buddy helped. Obviously," he walks you to the table. "I'm calling in all my favours." 

"It's really..." you step away from his grasp. "Sweet." 

"Huh, you don't sound that impressed," he says as he goes to the end of the table and grabs the lighter off the top. He takes one of the candles in a jar and lights it. 

"I am... no one..." you sit on the bench as you nearly deflate. You're flattered and happy and everything but it also feels so bittersweet. "No one's ever done anything like this for me before." 

"Well," he puts down the second candle and sets the lighter beside it. He steps up to lower himself onto the bench beside you. "I'm not no one," he touches your back and you smile. Your chest is all tight. 

"Curt," you tilt your chin down then look at him, flicking your lashes over your burning eyes. "You're..." Too good for me. Too sweet. Too everything.  

You don't say any of it. You just pull him close and kiss him. You smother his lips with yours as he purrs. His hand crawls up your back and he locks you in his embrace. You never want to let him go. 

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Curtis nuzzles along your jaw and nips at your skin. You shiver and curl your fingers along his shoulder blade. Your breath clouds around you hotly, sweat beading over your hairline and nape. Your eyes flick open and fixate on the wall. 

He growls as he cradles your head and nudges your chin up, kissing along your throat as you quiver. Your heart flips and your stomach turns. It’s all so nice. Too nice. Too much! 

You push on his side and whine his name, “Curtis, Curtis. Please, stop. Stop, stop.” 

He exhales and lifts himself to look down at you. His brows stitch in concern. You look away from him in guilt. What’s wrong with you? 

“I can’t-- I--” you sputter. “You don’t want me. You can’t. How could you?” 

He leans in and drags his nose along your cheek. “Of course I want you, babe. How could I not, hmm?” He kisses your cheek and makes a trail down to your mouth. His lips brush yours and he hums again, “won’t you let me show you how much I want you?” He nibbles your lower lip and tugs on it softly. He lets it go and rocks against you. “Can’t you feel how much I need you?” 

You can, even as he still wears the black jeans he took you out in, your own still taut across your hips. The scent of pollen and sweat cling to both of you. The day hazes behind you, the late afternoon dimming between the grey curtains. 

You rub his chest, “I...” your eyes rove around the room. The poster of a classic Boris Karloff horror, another of a 90s cult classic. You don’t think another man will ever be so perfect. That they’ll ever be interested in you. Not like Curtis. “I want you too.” 

“Baby,” he grinds his pelvis into yours. 

You squirm and slip your hand up to your shoulder, dodging another kiss. 

“I want... to...” you say, curling your fingers. “But, er...” your cheeks set alight as your eyes dart back and forth. You swallow tightly. “Do you... have protection?” 

He chuckles, a rocky crackle in his throat. He presses his lips to your forehead and pushes off you. The bed bounces with his movement. You watch him as he goes to the tall black dress. He broad shoulders stretch out his black tee. 

“Course,” he says. “I’ve been ready for you, baby.” 

He comes back to you and places the small gold and black square on the night stand. He stands at the side of the bed rolls up his tee shirt. He strips it off and reveals his hair-trimmed torso. He keeps his head tidy and short but the rest of him is untamed. The dark fur laces over deeply etched muscle. 

You push yourself up reach behind your neck. He drops his tee and moves to stop you. He clucks. 

“Ah, I’m in no rush,” he pulls your arm down. “I wanna enjoy this. I want you to.” He sits on the edge of the bed. “You let me do everything.” 

He slips his hand up behind your head and draws you into another kiss. Gentle at first, growing hungrier as his tongue invades and his fingers bend against your skull. He inhales you, almost rocking you as he drinks you in. You hook your arm around his neck and he pushes you onto your back. 

He grabs your other hand, twining his fingers with yours, and holds it above the pillow as he devours you. His growls flood your throat and his heat swathes around you. His fingertips caress your scalp and he parts with a sigh. 

He sits up and looks you up and down. He drags his hand away from your hair and strokes your cheek and chin. You glance away shyly. He frames your jaw and turns your head straight, his thumb toying with your lower lip. 

“You are gorgeous, you know that?” He purrs. 

You can’t speak. Your chest is racked, as if there are chains wrapped around your ribs. You smile, cheeks flushing, body surging with fire. 

He traces down your neck, his roughened touch raising bumps on your skin. He lingers on the vee of your tee shirt, his eyes following the path of his hand. He glosses over the cotton down to the hem. Your muscles tense as he tickles along your lower stomach. 

He hooks his thumb under the fabric and tugs it up slowly. You curl up and lift your arms as he peels off the shirt. You lay back, shallow breaths swelling in your chest as your chest bulges in your plain bra. You peek down. 

“Sorry, I didn’t have anything... prettier.” 

“Perfect,” he rasps and bends to kiss along the top of your chest, just beneath your collar bone. His nose drags with his lips and leaves a trail down to cleavage. He shifts and brings his hand to cup one tit as he burrows his face between them. 

You gasp and brush the back of his head with your palm. His breath sends tendrils of ice through you. The new sensations are scary but you don’t want him to stop. This is the right way. This is how you should have done it... 

He follows the edge of your bra to the strap and slips it down your shoulder. He does the same with the other and slides his hands beneath you. You arch your back as he unhooks your bra. You shiver and your hand falls to his firm shoulder. You squeeze the muscle, hypnotised by his Adonis form. 

“Wow,” you eke out. 

He raises himself, just a bit, and drags away your bra. You squeak and cover yourself instinctively as your tits fall free. You giggle as he looks down at you. His grey-blue eyes are darker, hotter. 

“Wow?” He echoes coyly. 

“You... um... sorry, I just...” 

“Wow, you,” he growls. 

He pulls your wrists apart and frees your chest. He pins your hands to the bed and bends over you again. His strength is overwhelming but alluring. You don’t want to escape him. He bows and nibbles at the soft flesh, teasing with his teeth and tongue, taking your nipple between his lips with a hum. 

His timbre flows through you and you whine again. Your spine curves and your toes curl. His tongue flicks around the hard pebble and pressure builds as he sucks. You writhe and moan. 

He takes his time tending to you, moving across your chest with a smear of saliva. Snarling as he tastes you, toys with you, tantalizes you. He pinches just enough for you to squeal and he snickers in delight. You squirm as your walls clench. 

“Curt,” you murmur. 

“Patience, baby, I got it,” he lets go of your wrists and turns to kiss down your stomach. You twitch and try to cover it. He pushes your hand away. “Mmm.” He bites into you, “why you hiding?” 

“I’m not... I just--” 

He spreads his large hand across your stomach and squeezes. He delights in the pillow of your middle, doting on it as he inches closer and closer to the top of your jeans. He trails his hand over the acid wash and down your thigh. 

His nose grazes over your waistline and he bites down on the denim. He tugs with his teeth until the button pops open. You gasp again. You’re not nervous like you were before. Not afraid. You just want to stop thinking about that. 

He flutters up to the top of your jeans and slips his fingers beneath. He pulls them down, little by little, easing you out of them, following the line of your legs. He untangles them from your ankles and hurls them carelessly away from the bed. 

He gets to his knees and pushes yours apart. Your stomach flips. You look down at your panties and cover your chest again. He’s fixated on them as well. 

He lowers himself to his stomach and nuzzles the cotton. You wince and he looks up at you. His brows arch as he inhales your, nestling into you as he pushes his nose against your cunt. Your thighs twitch.  

He pushes his arms wide under your legs and bends to graze along the bottom of your ass. He guides your thighs over his shoulders and tilts his head down. His long lashes flick and he rolls his head as he burrows into you. 

He growls and kneads your thighs, pushing them against his head. He teases you, his tongue wetting the fabric as he plays with you through them. You slap your hands against the bed and clasp onto the dark coverlet. Your feet arch and your calves strain. 

His hand crawls away from thigh and dips beneath you. He tugs aside your panties and flicks his tongue lightly over your folds. You moan and lift your hip. He keeps his fingers hooked around the cotton and plunges his cool tongue into your heat. You whine at the swirling sensation that unfurls through you. 

He spreads his tongue wide and drags it up. He hums and slides back down. He drinks you in, pressing his nose into you, smearing your slickness over his face. He snarls and circles your clit cloyingly. You shiver and squeak, reaching for the back of his head. 

You push him down. He doesn’t resist. He seals his lips around your clit and you whimper. He sucks and flicks his tongue; swirling, up and down, side to side, pinpointing ever nerve to your core. 

You heave and bring your other hand down to grip his head, your hips bucking as your stomach ties in knots and your spine goes rigid. You hiss through your teeth, eyes rolling back, legs bending, feet pushing into the mattress. You lift your pelvis as you urge him, writhing in time with him. 

You squeal as the sudden release has your muscles tingle and spasming. You fall back and shake as you cum. He laps it up, growling and groaning as he drinks you in. He doesn’t stop until your breathlessly babbling. 

He lifts his head and smacks his lips. He sits up as your legs splay limply around him. He sits on his knees and grips your panties. He snaps them at the seam and pushes the elastic up your stomach. You gasp and look down at the ruin. 

He delves between your lips with his fingers. He rubs you with two, down to your entrance and back again. He repeats the motion as you groan and gasp. He teases you, pausing to roll around your clit, then slipping back to your entrance. 

He turns his hand and pushes against you. His eyes meet yours as he dips a finger into you. You squeak as he glides in to his knuckle. He drags his finger out slowly and adds a second, once more diving in deep. He presses the heel of his hand to your clit. 

He keeps his hand between your legs and moves to bend over you, keeping himself up on his elbow. He kisses you as he rocks his hand. You groan into his mouth, the sweet flavour on his tongue staining your own. Is that what you taste like? 

He keeps his hand tilting and your thighs clench around it. You latch onto his wrist, moving your hips as you feel the same swell building within. You turn your head and choke on a whimper. You cum again, you insides twitching and clinging to him. 

“That good?” He grits in your ear. You hum and nod. 

“Curtis...” 

He slips his hand free and drags his wet fingers up your body. He brings them to your chin and forces your head straight. He rests his forehead on yours. 

“Baby?” 

“I... please...” 

“You sure?” He asks. 

“I’m sure.” You wisp. 

He inhales and kisses you. He parts and gets up, jostling you and the bed. He stands by the side of the bed. His stomach tenses as he undoes his fly. You can see him in his jeans, ready to burst. You push your thighs together. You did that? 

He pushes his jeans down and groans at the friction of denim and cotton. He steps out of them and pulls the elastic of his boxers out, guiding them down his thighs as his dick bobs before him. You blink and stare at him. He’s big; thick. His veins bulge under his skin and his tip weeps with glistening anticipation. 

He takes the condom and tears open the package. He grunts as he puts the rubber against his tip. His hips recoil and he grips the base of his dick as he rolls the condom on. He hisses as he does. 

“You alright?” You ask. 

“Yeah, baby, just... been waiting,” he says. 

He lowers himself onto the bed, laying on his side. You don’t know what to do. You expected him to get between your legs, to have you on your back like Hugh did. Maybe even face down. 

He caresses you from neck to pelvis and up again. You watch his hand as you tremble. You touch his fingers then follow the length of his arm. You turn onto your side to face him. 

You pet the hair along his chest and spread your fingers to feel his muscle. You bite your lip. You watch his muscles contract as you stroke his stomach. You brush again his tip and he twitches. 

You gently wrap your fingers around him. He groans. You pump him slowly. He curls his fingers into your side. He kisses your hairline. You grip him tighter and do it again. 

“Can’t...” he growls into your hair. 

He slides his hand past your ass to your thigh. He guides your leg over his hip and shifts closer. He bends his leg under your to hold it up and reaches behind you. He uses his fingers to guide his tip to your entrance. He pauses as you look up at him. 

He adjusts his shoulders and slides an arm beneath you. He draws you even closer. He touches your nose with his then presses another kiss to your lips. He snarls as he stretches you around his tip. 

You curl an arm around him, hooking your leg around his, and welcome him in. He shakes as he rocks carefully, easing in and out with each inch. You whine and pull away from his lips, tilting your head back. Your voice unravels as he gets deeper and deeper. 

He plunges in as deep as he can and pulls out slowly. You quiver and squeeze him tight. You look him in the eye and sigh. 

“Curtis,” you say. “I need you to fuck me.” 

He growls and his pupils grow. He pushes you onto your back, bringing himself over you. You keep your leg hook over him. He dips in again, holding himself at his limit, even deeper than before. You squirm and latch onto his bicep, squeezing the thick muscle as he bends it beneath your head. 

“This what you want?” He gives a long torturous thrust. “Like this?” 

“More.” You gasp. 

“More?” He snaps his hips but pulls out slow again. 

“Faster,” you demand. 

“Mmm,” he hums, “baby, I told you, I wanna enjoy you.” 

“Harder,” you bring your other hand to his neck, curling it behind. “Please, just fuck me.” 

“Faster?” He speeds up just a little. “Harder?” He ruts so you sink into the mattress just a little. 

“Mhmm,” you moan. 

“Okay,” his rhythm stays as it is. 

“More!” Your nails dig into his bicep. 

“You got all of me baby,” his hips rock steady. 

“No, more,” you beg. 

“More?” He look down between your bodies. You follow his gaze, just a glimpse of him and you. 

“Fuck me!” You yelp. “Please.” 

“I’m fucking you, baby,” he smirks and bows to kiss your throat. 

“Curt--” You squeak as he jolts you but doesn’t speed up. 

“Mm, I just... I want you around me forever,” he growls into your neck. 

“Please--” 

He growls as he keeps his tempo. You writhe desperately. Pleading as he keeps nipping and pecking over your neck and shoulders. In, out, in out. Just enough to bring you to the edge but not over. 

He hooks his other arm beneath you and all once, lifts himself up. He sits on his heels as he put you in his lap. He fills you up as you catch yourself against his chest. He smothers your mouth with his. 

He rolls his hips. You twitch and whine. He does it again. Again. Again. You feel him speeding up. You cling to him, tongues wrestling, breath mingling, bodies intertwined. You move in tandem with him, working towards that thrum pulsing inside of you. 

You pull your lips from his and lean your head on his, moaning in his ear. 

“Oh, Curt, I’m-- I’m--” 

You orgasm and squeal, clawing at his back as you do. He snickers as he keeps on. You twitch and tremble as your clit burns against his pelvis. 

He reaches to untangle your arms from around his neck. He eases you back so you hang off him. He moves your hips with one hand, the other on your shoulder as he watches himself fuck you from below. Your head lolls back as you clasp onto his shoulders to keep from falling off. 

“Fuck, baby, fuck--” He rasps as his pace turns frantic. He pounds against you, flesh clapping, breath chugging, fingers dipping into your flesh. “Ah-ah-ah.” 

He rams up into you, several times before quaking and slowing, whining as he cums. He shudders and stills you, letting you down onto your back. You huff in unison, staring at each other as the afterglow blooms around you. His shoulders drop as you lay limp on the mattress, him still inside. 

He looks down and pets your thighs. You spasm and catch his hands. 

“You got me,” he says as he meets your eye again. “Baby, I’m yours.” 

Your lashes flutter. You don’t know what to say. 

“Baby?” 

You look at him. What? 

“You’re mine, aren’t ya?” 

You flinch then nod. His eyes narrow. 

“Say it.” 

You hesitate and swallow. 

“Curt--” 

He snaps his hips and you squeal. 

“I--” you croak. “I’m yours.” 

He grins and snickers as he falls forward, pinning you beneath him. He thrusts lazily as you squirm. “Damn right.” 

[mah-t-wordblog]

Cackle

Tickletober day 16

Lee: Giyu Tomioka

Ler: Sanemi Shinazugawa

🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡

Ships: Giyu x Sanemi

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Sanemi and Giyu were sitting across from each other, they were having lunch together

“Ugh, it’s delicious” Sanemi said, but his tone of voice made the compliment sound like a complaint

“Yeah” Giyu said, focusing on the ramen he was eating

“I’m sure if Kanroji was here she would have eaten about 32 of what you’re eating”

Giyu didn’t expect this comment from Sanemi, so he covered his mouth and almost without making any noise let out a little laugh

The wind hashira widened his eyes ‘d-did he laugh?’ He thought ‘i-it was so cute’

Giyu stopped and continued eating his food

“T-Tomioka”

“I told you to call me Giyu, Sanemi”

“G-Giyu… you… you laughed?”

Giyu was confused “yes?”

Sanemi blushed a little “laugh again”

“What?”

“I want to hear you laugh again” Sanemi stood up

“S-sanemi- I-“

Sanemi didn’t let Giyu even think, jumping on top of the boy he started to squeeze his ribs in an attempt to make him laugh

“Hehey- Sahanehe-“

“Argh, I forgot… there is a place that make you start laughing, where is it? I remember seeing Uzui and Rengoku tickling you there”

Sanemi grabbed both of Giyu’s arms and held them up, the water hashira was almost dying from blushing so much, it was not possible for him to get any redder

“Tell me where it is, or I’ll never let you go again”

“Tehehehe knehehehehehes! The knees!” Giyu was very good at holding back his laughter, but the situation was making him nervous

“Great” Sanemi turned around to quickly press that most sensitive spot

“OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO” Giyu started to really laugh as expected, but Sanemi didn’t expect his laughter to be so loud, since the hashira is so quiet

Giyu laughed out loud, especially since Sanemi was pressing his most sensitive spot

“Oh my God… you’re so…” Sanemi froze

“PLEHEHEHEHEAHASEHE *squeak*”

Sanemi laughed “are you squeaking?~”

“*squeak* SAHAHANEHEHEMIHIHI”

“Okay, okay” he let him go

Giyu seemed to want to disappear, he was very embarrassed

“Your laugh is so cute” Sanemi said, giving the other a warm smile

“T-thanks”

“I guess I’ll have to make you laugh more often” the wind hashira moved his fingers with an intention that Giyu knew what it was

“Stop it!” Giyu laughed, slapping the other’s hands away

Sanemi laughed, and went back to eating his food

I think he probably dreamed about this day for the next few months, maybe years…

There’s no way to get a smile like Giyu Tomioka’s out of your head

🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡

Tickletober yayyyyyy💛💛

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hello! Welcome, 🪷 anon, I’m always happy about having new anons. Also, as you’ve noticed now, I’m not very quick to respond to asks… hopefully I didn’t make you wait too long (I know it’s been two months I’m sorry)

Dom!reader x sub!chuuya

Warning: handjob, edging, thigh slapping (?), cuffs, nipple play

“What do you say?” “Fuck, faster.” “Wrong answer.”

Chuuya laid on his back on the mattress, his arm were above his head and wrists cuffed together. You sat next to him and slowly moved your hand along his shaft. So slow actually that he weren’t sure if you were moving your hand. “Can’t you just finish this quickly? I don’t have time for your games.” The redhead uttered, urging you to go faster. “Who’s the one playing games? With your attitude you don’t get to order me around.” Then you pinched his nipples. “Argh- ugh! This hurts.” Sweat started to form on his forehead, he pulled an hesitant look. “That’s what bad boys get.” You smirked at him, hand stopping around his tip and using your fingertips to rub it.

“Haah… mhm, more, it feels good.” He demanded while he blushed more and more. “That’s not how you ask for something.” “Just do it.” You sighed, then spoke in a sad tone, “you still have a lot to learn huh.” And used the hand pleasuring him to slap his thighs, leaving a red imprint behind. “Huu-nghH? No- keep touching me.” This irritated him, his member was throbbing in an angry shade of red. “I am touching you though?” You kept slapping his thighs, they were soft and covered in lube and precum. “You..! I mean, ugh! You annoying-” “shhh, chuuya, think about what you are going to say and the consequences first.” Grinning from ear to ear as you whispered a warning, he knew you meant every word you said.

The boy bit his lips, arguing with his own pride whether or not he should just give in. Instead giving him some time to think, you slapped his thighs again and commented, “I’m getting sleepy at this point~” a sense of embarrassment washed over him, were you implying that he was boring? “Fine! ..please touch me…there.” It was adorable how he raised his voice so much only to whisper the main part. Should you be nice or mean today? He looks like he is going to cry if you tease him any more. That wouldn’t be a bad thing though.

You still decided to be understanding and touched his dick again, yearning a low gasp from the male. “There there, you can be good if you want to huh?” He ignored your remark, knowing better than to talk back when in this state. “More” chuuya mumbled, blinking a few times before hastily adding a please to his sentence. “Aha~ if you ask so nicely.” Your motions became a bit faster like what he requested, and you kissed his lips passionately. It surprised him a little, but he returned the kiss.

“If you are being good you’ll also get a reward.” You said in a playful manner, watching his body tremble with every touch. It tingled wherever your skin made contact with his, and it made his heart work an extra shift. The blood rushed to his head and lower body, it made him feel weak everywhere else. His arms, his knees and legs… more precum dripped down his member, creating an erotic view for you. “How adorable you are right now, hehe.” You chuckled at him, he looked like he was going to melt. “Shut up, ugh-hnn..” the boy ordered, totally ashamed of this situation, but also unbelievably aroused.

“Seems like you still have a foul mouth.” A disappointed expression on your face as your pace slowed down again. “Hu-?! Why you! Mhm, move faster god damn it.” Ah, seems like he was close. “Tsk tsk, not like that.” You advised him, then started to suck on his breast. “Hmm?! Mhm! Ga-ahhh..” whimpers escaped his lips at the newfound pleasure. He loved this, even if his words said something else. A dreamy look was on his face, he felt hot and on the verge of exploding. Your touch felt really pleasant against his burning skin. The bliss he felt was making his mind go blank.

“Ah-haaa.. I want to cum.” Chuuya said, he probably didn’t notice himself that he said this. You moved away from his now swollen nipple and licked your lips, observing the mess he (or you) made. His hair stuck to his reddish face, his eyes exposing his desires. Arms still raised over his head and wrists cuffed together, bruises were starting to form there due to him thrashing around. You could feel his twitching in your hand, probably very close to finishing. “Was that a question or command?” You asked him, but you weren’t sure if he understood you with how pleasure struck he looked.

“Mhm.. please, I can’t- anymore.” He begged, then pleaded again, “please, I wanna cum…hnNgg.” Some tears rolled down his already beautiful face, decorating it further. Your lovely partner looked like a helpless deer, so vulnerable and small you just loved this. “Hmm, I don’t know, have you been good enough?” Without thinking about it, he instantly replied, “yes- nghh! Please, ah, pleaasee.” You thought about it, he wasn’t being very good this time, but he was being pretty obedient towards the end. Maybe you should grant it to him? Or should you punish him a little longer? He started to cry when you still didn’t raise your pace, now going back to being a brat again. The boy started to squirm around and thrust his hips, all while whining “ughhh! Fuck, I can’t, mhm, please faster…”

Chuuya gazed at you with pitiful eyes and drool hanging from his lips, his eyes widened when he saw your expression. You were clearly enjoying this, you were enjoying yourself so much it was almost scary. A gentle yet terrifying smile appeared on your features, hinting at your decision. “Oh chuuya, you really ruined your chance with that one.”

[shycoconutt]

A Future With You (Gojo x Reader)

Summary: It's been a long time since Satoru and you talked, and there are some feelings that are threatening to come to light. Can you both move on from your tragic past?

Content Warning: MDNI (18+) smut, penetration (unprotected sex, finishing inside, oral fem receiving), fem reader, some angst, porn with some plot, praise, past betrayl. Takes place post night parade, pre season one.

WC: 5.8k

Notes: I did it! First semi-long fic for JJK! Requests are open, fyi :)

“Why do you do that?”

Saturo Gojo's voice pierced through the room, interrupting your focus on your paperwork. Ignoring him, you continued ticking off points on your mission checklist, frustrated by the tedious task mandated by the higher-ups.

Ugh, it’s so annoying that they make us fill these out every time. It’s pointless, they never even read them. 

 “Hellllllloooooooooooooooo,” Satoru sings in your direction. 

Glancing up, you find Satoru leaning forward in his chair, his white hair gleaming under the fluorescent lights of his office in one of the main buildings of Jujutsu High. His eyes are covered in thin, black material. To his right, Nanami is sprawled out on the sofa with his head resting on the armrest, one leg hanging off the side and his foot on the ground. He’s passed out, finished paperwork resting on his slowly rising and falling chest, oblivious to the world.

"My bad, I thought you were talking to Ken," you apologize, turning your attention to Satoru.

“Oh yeah, suuuuuuuure,” he pouts, “You always ignore me.”

“Not always, but most of the time,” you smile teasingly.

You were so used to Satoru’s presence, that ignoring him was one of the only ways to keep you sane. 80% of what he babbles on about is nonsense, and he knows it. He lives to tease you. The truth is, you’ve grown up together, faced death, lived and loved together. You don’t technically ignore him, you couldn’t if you tried, you just tune him down a little, like the radio.

After a brief pause, you relented, "Why do I always do what?"

Satoru smiles and leans back into his chair, pressing his fingers together. 

“That thing with your feet,” he smiles, pointing towards them. 

You draw your attention to your feet crossed on the coffee table in front of you. You only had your socks on, for comfort. Your brows furrowed in confusion, not exactly sure what he was getting at. 

Satoru scoffs, reading your face. “That thing!”

“What thing?!” you ask, bemused.

Satoru sighs and tilts his head back in frustration. Bringing his hands together again, he begins to rub them into each other in a haphazard manner. 

“This whole thing you do,” he continues to demonstrate, “It’s like your feet are making out!”

You begin to giggle as he becomes more aggressive with his hands. Your joy comes in waves throughout your body, thoroughly amused. Satoru knows how much you love his physical comedy, so he really hams it up for you.

Suddenly, he springs up from his chair and explodes like a firework, “You’re doing it again!”

“Argh, why are you yelling?” Kento grumbles from the couch, papers crumpling under his grasp as he sat up from his sprawled-out position. 

“Oh, sorry Kenny,” Satoru puts a hand up to his mouth and grins. Giggles are still escaping from you as Kento grunts in frustration, gathering his papers and brushing himself off from his slumber.

“I was just over here trying so hard to complete my important work,” Gojo continues, "but we have a little cricket in the room," he quipped, looking over at you with a playful glint in his eye. It’s a look you are all too familiar with. It’s a look that gets you out of bed in the morning.

God, he’s so pretty.

Satoru is the type of pretty that transcends human – part of you swears he is extraterrestrial. His skin was born without imperfection. His white hair, although sometimes wild, is shiny and smooth. His teeth look like they are made of pearls. His body is sturdy, yet aerodynamic. Then, of course, there are his eyes. 

His eyes are like mirrors facing a partly cloudy sky. Often you wondered if they would suck you in, spit you out, and watch you freefall.

Terrified of hitting the ground, you never fully give yourself over to him. You never released all of what was inside of you. If he was the sky, you were a single raindrop resting in a storm cloud, waiting to fall if the pressure of it all became too heavy.

But with him, at least on the surface, it rarely got heavy these days, so you were always able to float around in the bliss of ignorance. Maybe one day, the cloud would pass by, or evaporate altogether. Part of you hoped it would, part of you didn’t want to experience the pain that it could cause. A life without him seemed empty – a desert void of life.

But what came next threatened a downpour.

“Well, I’m out of here,” Kento huffs, “I don’t know why either of you let me fall asleep. You both know I hate staying here past five.”

“Sorry,” you start, “you just look so peaceful when you sleep. It’s a nice change of pace.” You smile, throwing him his jacket that rests next to you. 

Kento let out a small hum in thanks, putting on his jacket in one quick move, swiftly exiting the room without a goodbye. 

“Bye, my love! I’ll miss you every second you’re not in my arms!” Satoru cries out, running to the doorframe to wave Kento off. You scoff at his antics, turning back to your work, you finish off the rest of your checklist with disregard. Feeling the couch dip, you feel a familiar warmth on your side as Satoru makes himself comfortable. 

“You know what’s funny?” he starts, “I’ve always noticed they way you mush your feet together. You do it constantly, you know that?” Taking his blindfold off, he loops it around his pointer finger, pulling the fabric back with his other hand. With pinpoint accuracy, he slingshots the band around your crossed feet. “They release a tiny amount of cursed energy when you do, it’s almost like you have a pilot light.” Obviously pleased with himself, his lips spread in a tight smirk, making your face feel warm.

God, you loath Satoru Gojo. The way his single observation makes your stomach do flips. Knowing that he perceives you. That he recognizes your patterns.

Suddenly, your hair is being pushed behind your ear by Satoru’s long fingers, his arm stretched across the length of the back of the couch. 

“So soft,” you hear him mumble, barely audible. His fingers linger on the back of your ear, slowly gliding down to lightly pinch your earlobe. You watch him intently out of the corner of your eye, at a loss for words. Although his touches were light, they feel like they burn. 

“Satoru…” the noise that leaves your mouth is barely a whisper.

“Hm?” he muses, fingers leaving your ear to grip your shoulder. His grip is firm, almost uncomfortable as he turns you to look him in the eyes fully.

This is one of those moments – he is sucking you in and you don’t know where you are going to fall.

-

That is how you two always seem to navigate, pushing the limits of what defines your relationship with moments like this. You were friends, colleagues even. You work tremendously well together, which both you and the higher-ups discovered after the death of Haibara, then the following departures of both Geto and Nanami. With just you, him and Shoko left of your former teams, and Shoko staying behind on campus to further advance her reversed curse technique, both of you were usually sent out together on missions.

At first, your missions were always done in silence, both of you trying to heal your traumas internally. In both of your defenses, navigating without verbal communication went on without a hitch. You danced around each other, synchronizing your attacks and defending the other’s back. You didn’t mind him taking the lead in most cases, because you were always exactly where you needed to be when the moment struck. You hate to admit that his looks of approval are what kept you going during that dark period of your life.

It wasn’t until you were at death’s door when feelings bubbled up to the surface. What seemed like a routine mission turned for the worse when a gaggle of special grade curses were congregated in your area. You were cornered, and with no way out, Satoru was forced to use his domain expansion. You knew it well, understanding the rules of the infinite domain. As long as you were touching, you were safe. 

But Satoru cracked. In the fight leading up to the point of his release of the technique, he became high off of the feeling of exorcizing strong curses. He hates to admit it now, but his vision tunneled, and he forgot about you. 

At that moment, you were not observed. You were not perceived. You were not recognized. You were an afterthought – a casualty.

As quickly as the domain exploded around you, it released. Satoru realized his mistake in a quarter of a second, but at the time, he thought that was all it took. Barely escaping the area, he raced back to Tokyo with you in his arms, your body breathing but lifeless. You couldn't respond to his cries, his profuse apologies, his pleads to the gods to let you live. Satoru Gojo thought he killed you, and he swore to you that he couldn’t, and wouldn't, move on without you.

Turns out that over the course of your time together, your roots were intertwining – hope for a new life manifesting in each other's strength to continue forward, despite everything.

You were out of it for weeks in a bed tended by Shoko. She cared for you, studied you. She took note that you were conscious, but unresponsive. It wasn’t until after where you told her that you were, in fact, conscious – all your senses worked, but you couldn't get your body to move. It was like you were frozen, much like how it was inside Satoru’s domain.

Satoru was banned from seeing you, although he often broke that rule. Every night you could sense his presence at your bedside, his delicate fingers tracing softly over your exposed skin. Those fingers always happened to make their way to your earlobe, pinching you softly there – a small plea for you to come to life. For you to sit up and slap him across the face for being so damn stupid.

And he would let you. He wanted you to leave him bloody and bruised. He wanted to experience pain by your hand. It was what he thought he deserved. That over you not talking to him ever again. Undoubtedly, that would kill him.

He received punishment from the higher-ups for being careless, to which he bore with no complaint. To this day he states that he is unsure what he would've done if you hadn't made a full recovery. Maybe it would have all been too much. 

But you recovered, and you forgave. 

You understood completely, knowing it was an accident. Yes, it hurt a little bit to know that he forgot about you, even for less than a second. Truth is, you forever want to hold a permanent residence in Satoru Gojo’s mind. Quite selfish of you frankly.

After your recovery, time went on and your plates began to fill. Satoru gained students. Nanami came back. New roles were filled. Expectations changed. Your relationship with Satoru continued strong, but it plateaued.

You were stuck in romantic purgatory.

Or so you thought.

 -

“What are you doing?” you finally ask. You struggle to find the emotion hidden in his eyes. They seem excited, playful, yet serious. His brows are furrowed together, hair now fallen in front of them due to the absence of his headband. 

Satoru’s lips pursed for a moment before speaking, “I-” he pauses, seemingly going over the words in his head, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while.”

His hand has yet to leave your shoulder, his thumb slowly rubbing circles in the small divot located in the muscle there. It feels heavenly. Something about his energy seems so calming to you in this moment, and you acknowledge how respectful it is that he waited for a natural minute where you two would be alone. It was very rare these days. Whatever he wants to talk about, you know it’s important to him.

“Satoru, whatever it is, you know you can talk to me about anything,” you say with sincerity, placing your hand over his own.

Satoru gives you a soft smile, “I know,” his eyes travel and find their way to your hand on his, “but rarely does anything we talk about revolve around us.”

Us?

You can’t help the fluttering feeling that gathers in your lower stomach. Satoru was right, you barely had any moments to talk about anything other than work. Nanami and you were always away on missions, and he was always preoccupied with his students and Megumi. You had a moment together after the trials of the night parade and the aftermath of Suguru Geto’s death. You consoled him, took care of him for a short while. But, again, he was quiet. He was in mourning.

After that, when things turned back to normal, you asked Nanami if you could do your mission paperwork together in Satoru’s office from then on out. Any chance you had to check in on him was one you wanted to take. Nanami, being the angel that he is, agreed to this, knowing your intentions without even having to ask.

You have feelings for Satoru Gojo. You care about his well being more than you care for your own. The man labeled famously as God’s Favorite is simply just a man to you. No matter what he or anyone else thinks, you know Satoru is not invincible. He deserves to be protected too.

After a few beats, your stomach settles, and you continue on with more confidence than even he expected.

“Yes,” you begin, “we should talk about us.”

Satoru’s eyes widen by a millimeter, just enough for you to catch.

“Okay,” clearing his throat for a moment, Satoru continues, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you because I’m tired of just letting precious time pass by. You know I care about you deeply, right?”

You nod in reassurance. 

Satoru's eyes darken slightly. Taking his hand off you, he slumps forward in his spot, placing his hands under his chin, propping his head up. You watch as he looks forward out the school’s window, watching the pink skies as the sun begins to set.

He continues.

“You say so, but I don’t think you truly understand. When I thought that I took your life that day, like a dumb fucking idiot, I was prepared to rid this world of my presence completely. I know I’ve screwed up in the past, but I couldn’t screw up this.” Satoru gestures his hand back and forth between your space on the couch. “If I did, and I almost, I wouldn’t forgive myself. Things would have turned dangerous quickly.” The frown he bares hurts your soul completely.

“But we’re okay, Satoru,” trying your best to reassure him, now it was your turn to place your hand on him. Without much thought, your hand found its way to his thigh, gently rubbing the area with your palm. You felt his quad flex slightly at the touch.

Your hand is soon taken away to be held by both of his own, bringing them to his chin as well. His lower lip grazes the skin of your knuckles, sending a rosy flush to your cheeks. He pauses again, obviously finding it difficult to communicate his thoughts.

“Satoru, please,” your tone is soft, encouraging, “tell me what’s on your mind.”

What happens next feels like a whirlwind. One moment, you're sitting across the couch from Satoru, hand against his chin. Next, you are pinned underneath him with your head on the armrest, both his hands planted on either side of your face to hold himself up. Your legs are spread, the cold air touching the warmth of your panties under your skirt. His knee is in between them, pressing against the flesh of your inner thighs. Looking up, obvious shock sketched on your face, you meet his eyes.

Even in the shadow underneath his white hair, they shine with intensity. In the pools of blue, you can see that he is yearning.

You don’t try to move, you don’t protest his advancements. The closer he is to you, the more content you feel. Slowly, he brings his head down to yours, his forehead resting against your own. His breath is warm, smelling of sweet mint. With a lick of his lips, he continues again.

“I thought that you being alive was enough for me. That I could watch you go on, and just merely being in your presence, able to help when you needed me, would satiate my feelings for you.” You can feel the intensity vibrating off of his form. Satoru looks like a man who has starved for days finding his first meal. Is it terrifying? Yes. Do you love it? Yes. You can’t help the playful smirk that dances on your lips.

You don't know if you are going to regret the angle you are about to take.

“Then what happened, baby,” you purr, eyes challenging his own with a flash of pure lust. His eyes widen in what you can imagine is excitement.

“What happened?” Satoru chuckles, darkly, “What happened is I realized that I cannot go on if you are not mine.” 

Satoru’s lips crash into yours with ferocity. Although somewhat aggressive in his movements, his actual contact with you is soft and sensual. His kisses are unleashing his secrets, one’s that seem hard to keep. Parting your mouth slightly, you push your tongue forward to invite him in. Your tongues begin to dance slowly, mixing each other's spit to create a lustful potion. 

One of his hands comes down from the couch to under your shirt, tightly gripping your ribcage. Your hands come up to wrap around the back of his neck, your fingers playing with the short, velvety hair of his undercut. Satoru allows himself to come down slightly, resting his hips over your own. The corners of your lips turn up slightly at the feeling of the hard bulge in his pants against your core. A small moan escapes his lips at the contact. His body was reacting this way because of you.

How fun. 

You take it upon yourself to start undressing Satoru. You start by unpinning his uniform jacket, opening it and pushing it off his shoulders. Bringing your hands down under his white cotton shirt, you take a moment to press your fingers into his hip bones, then you slowly lift up the fabric. Satoru, in compliance, sits up and lets you lift his shirt over his head and up his arms. Shirtless in front of you, you can’t help but admire his long torso. He is lean, but strong. You notice one long scar that starts where his shoulder meets his neck and ends around his belly button.

Around his neck, there is a thin silver chain with a small pendant at the end. Instinctively, you take it between your fingers and notice that it is a small raw amethyst crystal. Hm, the crystal for the sign of Aquarius, I wonder- 

Oh. 

Your eyes move up to meet Satoru’s, and you give him a knowing look. The small smile he gives to you hurts your heart, as you can sense the obvious pain behind his eyes. He removes your hand from his necklace and lays it on his chest where his heart is. You know that this is his way of telling you that he is okay. 

Your breathing hitches in your throat as his hands come down to the top of your blue work vest. He quickly unbuttons the three buttons holding it together, opening it up, then grabs the bottom hem of your shirt and lifts it over your head, exposing your bra to him. 

Satoru comes down to gently nip at the squishy flesh of your upper breast spilling over. You hear him deeply inhale your scent, a small hum in satisfaction leaving his mouth. He quickly grabs the lace of your bra, tugging it down so your nipple is exposed to him. Trailing his warm tongue down the side of your breast, he latches on to your bud, giving it a small suck. 

The first gasp of the night leaves you, your legs tightening around his midsection in response to the stimulation. Satoru grabs both of your breasts in his hands, kneading them together while continuing his ministrations. You let your hand trail down his abs, passing under his waistband to find what you’re so desperately looking for. 

You make contact with the hard tip of Satoru’s cock, a bit of pre smearing across your fingers. You let your hand trail down further, wrapping your hand around the base of his length, giving it a small squeeze. Satoru lets go of your nipple with a pop, letting out a strained hiss at your touch. His hips instinctively buckle forward, causing your hand to stroke towards him. 

“Fuuuuck, baby,” he swears, tightening his grip around your chest. Not without protest, he shifts off of you, your grip coming back out of his pants. You give him a small pout, one he finds adorably sexy.

“I know, sweetheart, I know, but not yet,” he coos, cradling one hand in your hair, “I want to taste you first.”

Without hesitation, he quickly finds the zipper of your skirt, hidden in a fold on the side. In one quick swoop, your skirt and panties are off your body, down your legs and discarded to the floor. You are completely exposed to Satoru, now wearing nothing but your bra pulled off your breasts and your stockings. Kneeling on the couch in between your legs, you watch as he stares at your dripping cunt, a blush quickly forming on his cheeks. Now, you know Satoru is not the type to be bashful.

“What is it, Satoru?” you ask, shaky concern in your voice. Was something wrong?

“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he stares at your pussy in awe, his tongue slowly coming out to lick his lips.

You look down at yourself and your eyes go wide. Oh my god, I forgot.

Your hands come up to cover your face, your cheeks now burning hot. Of course this would be the case, of fucking course.

“I forgot,” you confess, barely a whisper, “my wax girl was always encouraging me to try something new. So when I went last week, I decided to go for it,” you gulp, “she told me all the different designs she could do for a landing strip, and I thought the heart one was the cutest.” You slowly begin closing your legs in sheer embarrassment, but Satoru quickly stops you, grabbing you by your knees and spreading you apart like a book.

If it was possible to Olympic-dive into a pussy, that was what Satoru just did. 

Satoru Gojo is sloppy. He is messy. Going straight for your hole, he snakes his tongue in as far as it can go, lapping out your juices and spreading them all over yourself. Wrapping his arm underneath your thigh, he brings it around to the top of your pussy to grab your mound, lightly pulling it back so that your clit is jetting out of your folds. Once satisfied with your wetness, he wraps his lips around your bundle of nerves, sucking rhythmically and flicking it smoothly with his tongue. Satoru’s other hand makes its way underneath him, coming out from under his chin to insert two digits into your heat. Once he finds the rough patch at the top, he makes a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers. Your loud moans escape from you relentlessly. If this was a video game, Satoru Gojo knows all the lethal combos. 

You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten. Oh my god, you had no idea someone could make you cum this fast. Of course, Satoru Gojo is good at eating pussy, of course he is.

Hands coming down to grip his soft, white locks, you tilt your head back in pleasure. Satoru in between your legs feels natural – it feels right.

“Satoru! Oh-” you cry.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he says into your folds, not stopping the work he's doing to make you snap, “you going to cum, princess?”

“Yes! Satoru-” words escape you as you reach your limit. Cunt pulsing around his fingers, you fully give yourself to your release, crying out in pleasure as your juices spill over. Satoru grinds his hips into the cushions as your cum drips out of you, moaning himself, he makes sure to savor every last drop, scooping some out with his fingers and sucking them clean. His cock is throbbing in the confines of his slacks, begging to be inserted into your pretty folds.

You watch with half-lidded eyes as Satoru comes up from in between you, mouth and chin glistening with your juices. His face is flushed, hair in disarray from your grasp, chest heaving as he breathes in air after suffocating himself inside you. You feel yourself pulse again at the sight of him. He looks like an animal, and it sets off something primal inside you.

Sitting up from your position, not knowing exactly what is coming over you, you grab Satoru by his neck and guide him to a sitting position on the couch. Once he’s seated, eyes wide in shock, you swing your leg over his lap and straddle him, hand still remaining around his throat. His hands come up instinctively to wrap around your waist. His mouth is slightly agape, looking up at you with lust and, maybe, a little bit of fear.

At this moment, you don't give a damn if you look crazy. You need him.

“Satoru Gojo,” you begin, your voice laced with arousal, “I am going to fuck you so well, you’re going to go blind.”

All he can do in response is nod. Dipping your head, you bring your mouth to the crook of his neck, sucking and nibbling at his skin there. He moans, tilting his head away to let you explore further. Taking your hand off his neck, you work to open and unzip his slacks. Tugging at the waistbands of his slacks and boxer briefs, he lifts up his hips so you can pull them down to his thighs. You look down to watch as his cock slides downwards, caught in the band until you bring them down far enough for it to snap upward and smack his abdomen, Satoru letting out a pained hiss as it does. His member is long and thick with a pretty-pink tip. It’s quite beautiful, really.

You look up again to meet Satoru’s eyes with a devilish grin. You can’t fucking wait to feel his member inside you. With a couple of long, drawn-out pumps down his length, he tilts his head back over the couch to let out a long moan. It’s music to your ears. Bringing your hand to your cunt, you gather some of your juices and coat your fingers. Wrapping your hand around him again, you pump harder and faster this time, gliding with ease when adding your slick. Satoru can only grip harder into your sides.

“Oh, you’re going to kill me, baby,” he gasps, “please, sit down on my cock. I don’t know how much more I can take.” He brings his head forward again to rest on your chest, and you take the opportunity to kiss the back of his neck.

“Okay, okay, baby,” you comply, taking the fat tip of his cock and positioning your entrance on top of it. Satoru quickly looks up again, wanting to watch your expression as you take him in. Slowly, you lower yourself onto him, letting his tip enter the first ring of muscle. You can't help but let out a moan, bring your hands to Satoru’s shoulders for support.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Satoru coos, “take as much time as you need baby,” rubbing his hands in circles across your hips, he brings his mouth up to yours and slips his tongue in, to which you suck sensually. You can taste yourself on him, and it turns you on.

You lower yourself a bit further now that you have adjusted, and it feels euphoric. Although you know it’s probably best to wait a bit more, you can’t help but push yourself to the limit to fully feel all of him. You need him. Gradually, in one continuous movement, you take him to the hilt. Not breaking away from his kiss, you wrap your arms around his head and completely relax yourself. Satoru’s tip was resting on your cervix, and you decided to start off with a couple pulses for good measure.

Once he realized what was happening, he broke free from your lips and gasped, “Oh, you naughty girl. You could just do that and you would milk me for all that I have.”

“Another time,” you smirk and lift yourself about halfway up his shaft to then quickly slam yourself back down again. Satoru cries out, thighs flexing in response. “I want all of you.”

“Yes,” he cries out, “you have me, baby. You have me now. Forever.” Bringing his hand down to your heat, his fingers swirl around your clit. You let out a gasp as he takes your juices and brings it to your nipple, covering it with your slick. Satoru then leans down and sucks on it ferociously.

“Oooo, yes, baby, yes, I love that,” you moan out, allowing yourself to start riding him fully. “You have all of me too, baby. Forever.” You quickly find a good pace, the sounds of your bodies slapping together sends you into overdrive. You can hear your pussy squelching over his cock, making you more aroused at the lewd noise. Satoru’s hands have found their way to the plush underside of your ass, helping support your weight as you move up and down on him.

With his member pounding your cervix, his mouth working wonders on your breast, and his hands spreading you apart, you can't help but feel yourself starting to tense up, coil threatening to snap. Satoru recognizes this, feeling the familiar sensation of your pussy clenching much like it did around his fingers. He can feel himself starting to let go, but forces himself to hold it together long enough for you to explode. 

And that's exactly what you do. Holding him closely and shutting your eyes, your movements turn sloppy as you ride him to your release. 

“Satoru, Satoru, Satoru, yes, Satoru…” Crying out his name, you let go completely, giving yourself over to him.

Satoru moans out as well, and you swear you feel him twitch inside you, but nothing spills over. Opening your eyes and looking down towards him, you can see that he’s fighting to keep it together.

“Satoru-” you begin to question, but let out a yelp as he lifts you off of him effortlessly. The world spins, and you find yourself thrown over the armrest of the couch, head dipping towards the floor with your ass up in the air. Not more than two seconds pass before he’s grabbed you by the waist and is slamming into you from behind. 

“Ah!” you scream, tone somewhere between shock and pleasure, “Satoru!”

“Sorry baby,” he apologizes, but you can tell he's grinning from ear to ear, “but it’s my turn to fuck you.”

Satoru begins to pound into you without restraint. You can tell that he has one goal: to cum hard and fast. You’re obsessed with the way he lets his inhibitions go, knowing he can only be this vulnerable with you.

“Fuck, I-” he chokes out, “I- I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your body. I love the way that you feel around me. I love your voice when you cry out my name. I love how-” his voice breaks again. You can tell that he’s reached his peak.

“I love you, god, I love you,” Satoru grabs you by your shoulders, lifting you up to him so your back is now to his chest. His arms wrap around you, engulfing you in a tight embrace and burying his face into your neck. His thrusts were not letting up, but they were getting sloppier. 

“I love you too, Satoru,” your heart swells, “You know I’ve loved you for a long time, baby.” You can feel tears brimming in your eyes and you quickly grab onto his forearms, craving more of his touch. You feel him nod into your neck. He knew, he always knew.

“You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum inside my pussy?” you coo at him. “Give it all to me, I want to feel you fill me up so good.” 

You felt Satoru tense for one last time. Slowing down slightly, he pauses every time he hits your wall. Bringing one of his hands down to your lower stomach, he presses into you to feel the sensation of him inside you. With one last thrust, he’s spilling over, and you can feel thick ropes of his seed coat your insides. If you felt full before, you were even fuller now.

Satoru came, but he didn't want to leave just yet. Very carefully, with him still inside you, he picks you up to bring you to spoon him on the couch. 

You laid there for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each other while you drifted in and out of sleep. While watching you intently and grazing the outside of your arm with his fingertips, Satoru decided then and there that he would formally ask you to be his girlfriend tomorrow, although he already wanted to call you his wife. He never thought he would allow himself to see a future with you, never thought he could forgive himself for putting you in danger. But now that he has made that step, there’s so many possibilities. All he knows is that he never wants to do anything without your support and love, and he will do anything to protect you. No one was going to take him away from you. He loves you, in every sense of the way. 

“Satoru?” you call out to him, still in a sleepy state.

“Yes, my love?” 

“You wanna sleep over at my place tonight?” You ask, a little shyly.

Satoru chuckles softly, “Of course, baby.” You feel him smile, hand coming up to pinch your earlobe.

The sensation sent you back in time. A time where you witnessed Satoru Gojo pleading for your future everyday at your bedside. You know now that he was pleading for something more – a  future with you.

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A/n: Aye! Let me know what you think! <3

[akkpipitphattana]

My villain origin story be like:

Kant: opens his mouth in Bison's vicinity

Haters: ugh you can't trust anything he says every word out of his mouth is a lie

Kant: tells Style he mustn't fall in love/mustn't see Fadel again/must move on and get over it (as he falls in love/visits their restaurant/drinks alone with his big brown eyes of sorrow very clearly Not Moving On Nor Getting Over It)

Haters: ugh how can he be so indifferent and heartless see he's a crap friend and his feelings for Bison clearly aren't that strong

...so NOW you think he means what he says?! Do they not understand that Kant lies to himself most of all?! At this point surely the ignorance has got to be wilful!

Style wears his heart on his sleeve because he can, and that's lovely. Kant, however, has spent a good part of his adult life having to navigate and negotiate between the Scylla of the criminal underworld and the Charybdis of law enforcement, where his very survival depends on his ability to mask how he really feels/who he really is. Of course they don't react in the same way! Argh!

HEAVY on kant lies to himself most of all. like genuinely he doesn’t have any actual CHOICES in all of this i feel like thats just being missed. no matter how real his feelings are, he still had to do everything he did. he still wouldn’t be able to have bison in the end regardless. so WHAT are his options. seriously i would love everyone that has a complaint about the way he handles things to give an an actual, legitimate way he could have gone about all of this differently that would not have had drastic consequences for him personally regardless. because there isn’t one! he loses in any situation! god forbid he try to protect his heart a little in the process - even if he and everyone with eyes knows damn well it isn’t working

[deceit-and-knowledge]

OH MY GOD JUST KISS ALREADY

s: UGH FINE IF IT'LL MAKE YOU SHUT UP FOREVER YOU USELESS GNAT. *plops a gentle kiss on pure vanilla's cheek*

*wipes mouth* THERE ARGH! ...

pv: *blushing*

s: WHY-

pv: I've never been kissed before haha...that was sweet of you...

s: tch. Shut it doll..

[the-sonic-crew]

"SAY NO MORE SIR!"

*grabs my leather bag and pulls out a comically long chain of handkerchiefs tied together and a lamp*

"erm one sec it's here somewhere....."

*my hand inside the bag starts glowing and a kitty of light with the gigachad face is in my arms in the simba™ pose*

"alas. Sonic you must bow before the ultimate kitty because you arent ultimate sry chat..😿😞"

"AHA NOW KITH!"

(YAYAYYAAYYAYAYAYYAYAYAYYSAYATAYYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAAYATATATTAATATATTTATATTATATAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYY)

[shadow's inner monologue at that moment went something like this:

Ugh... the... kitty- NO, MUST RESIST- but... the kitty...- NO, SHADOW. IT'S NOT WORTH IT, YOU'LL DO SOMETHING YOU'LL REGRET WHEN YOU'RE OLDER. PEOPLE WILL COME UP TO YOU IN THE FUTURE, AND YOU WILL HAVE TO TELL THEM THAT YOU AND SONIC AREN'T IN A RELATIONSHIP, AND THEY WON'T STOP BOTHERING YOU. IT'S NOT WORTH IT- but the kitty... it's... all of it... the ultimate kitty.... -that does sound pretty cool but you CAN'T SHADOW. REPULSED, REMEMBER? YOU'LL DO IT AND THEN YOU'LL FEEL THAT ANXIOUS FEELING IN YOUR STOMACH THAT GROWS AND GROWS AND YOU JUST FEEL SO OVERWHELMED AND UNCOMFORTABLE AND OH GOD-]

I... I- I- I-

[Sonic gets up from where he's been bowing, expression morphing from a playful flirt to a worried, faltering grin. His eyes train, briefly, on Shadow's chest; it's started to rise and fall at a quicker pace, faster than he's ever seen it- even during all of their races and petty fights.]

Hey, are- are you feeling alright?

[He steps closer to Shadow, but Shadow's expression only morphs further into something closely resembling horror before masking itself quickly with anger.]

GET AWAY FROM ME. I JUST- I just want- ARGH!

[He backs into a 'corner' of the space, curling into a ball.]

You're all the same. You'll force me to do such a thing... when I...

... I think maybe that was a boundary we shouldn't have crossed. Sorry guys, no kisses for Shadow in the near future. Or, uh, judging by that reaction, probably ever. Sooooooo if you don't mind, I'll justttttttt... yep that cat's ours now OK BYE

[EXPLANATION IN THE TAGS -💀]

[rius-cave]

I’m sorry if you answered this before but, what are your headcanons for Eden! Adam x Lucifer? Does Lucifer think about how Adam was in Eden and compare him to his present day?

UGH ANON NOOOOO YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CHOOSE???? ARGH!!

There are so many good adamsapple Eden headcanons. I love them all. Literally every time I see them I just go "YES!!! FUCK YES!!!"

I think probably the first one I thought about was that Adam and Lucifer were friends before Lilith was even created. I know it's simple and basic but it is *so* good and opens doors for so many possibilities.

If I'm going more "realistic" (as much as adamsapple can get anyway) I like to think that there wasn't any romance between them. They just had a very cute relationship. Adam was alone in that garden except for Lucifer so he was the only one to really pay attention to him. They marveled over the Creation together. Lucifer specially marveled over Adam. He was so unique, so different from the rest of God's creation. He was almost like them, not quite as divine, but somehow that was even more fascinating. They would stare at each other, with a feeling in their stomach that neither of them quite understood, but they didn't need to.

Then Lilith came around and it was great for a bit! They had another friend to play! Apparently she was Adam's "wife", which was a weird concept for Adam at first, but he simply went along with whatever God said. But then things shifted, Lilith didn't seem as happy with him as he thought, Adam was just following God's instruction, he was doing his job, but Lilith was sick of Adam getting all the responsibility and the control, so she started hanging out less and less with him. For some reason, his other best friend, Lucifer, was showing up less and less too. Adam was so confused, and frustrated, and alone.

Until the ball finally dropped, and Adam saw Lilith and Lucifer doing the act that was supposed to be exclusive to him and Lilith. It was the first time betrayal entered Adam's life, but it would be far from the last. All the trust he had on both of them vanished. It was a surprise from both of them, but with Lilith you could argue Adam could see something was wrong, but Lucifer's... that one really stung.

All of that being said, I also really really love the headcanon that Adam and Lucifer DID have a one night stand, or just sexual attraction towards each other from the very beginning lol. Those make for some VERY awesome stories/art

[nalyra-dreaming]

Some comments on episode 3 / episode 10 - SPOILERS * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Daniel not wanting to eat the living fish…. yeah I can empathize

Raglan James - Is that a real name???? (LOL)

Love the banter

Daniel doubting how many Rashid’s there are… indeed

I like that they’re echoing Louis being away in last season this one as well

The underlying threat of Armand being able to kill them all if he so chose

That audio visualization will become important still I bet

How do you hide from the cloud indeed

Louis being asleep during the day?! Why this time? He was awake during the day before?

“Lestat’s prophetic vision”

Yes, be snarky Daniel :)

Flashback!!!!

Ugh incineration by fire gift

Oh Armand watching Lestat as harlequin - he has it baaaaad

Armand hinting that Lestat has powers he has not touched, and them talking to each other in their minds….

Viens a moi! Come to me!!! There it is! Armand said it to Lestat, yes baby!

And Armand admitting to stalking and then kidnapping.

And I love that they’re doing it all in French - I cannot quite judge but hope it’s well done

mhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh YES I CANNOT LIE I APPRECIATE IT AND I LOVE IT

the time freezing was so well done

Gosh Nicki. Gosh that feeding

to summarize: Liar, liar, pants on fire (LOL), but I love it. Ah yes, great fanfic, I like

Great now I will imagine Lestat and Armand beeeeeeeep in that box for ETERNITY lol

And Daniel… not buying it lol

“He abandoned xyz”… ohhhh there we have it. There we have it (not). The crux of the whole matter.

Louis knows what’s up. Deep down he knows. But them matching the stories is almost cute.

Claudia humbling herself like this to be part of it all breaks my heart

The sneezing made me cry with laughter

Ahhhh the wet room. And the rats. And the tombs. The tombs. Ohhhhh they’re so gonna lock Louis up there later. Oh boy.

“That’s a bit german” re the incinerator !!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Holy shit?!)

God Lestat interrupting that moment. And Armand sensing “Bruce”. Daaaamn.

Daniel getting distracted but the Talamasca. Who have access to his computer. (!!!)

“Where is Claudia at this point” 😔 (and no answer)

Santiago’s maker being down in the tombs is IMMENSELY interesting. WHO THE FUCK IS HE

Also him telling Claudia that her lies are almost convincing….

The “come to me” scene. Even better in total. Oh Louis. Armand calling him out on it.

And the philosophical discussion there. The admission despite the warning. Something Louis ALMOST remembers…

“that’s debatable” - “she did”. Oh MAN LOUIS

“I told you I loved you” - “And you said nothing.” Holy hell.

THAT KISS. the music.

It’s RAW.

God they’re on another level

AND THE PHOTO: Lestat being there… and then vanishing!!!!

Louis knows. He knows. Also that little story Claudia makes up there… oof.

The Bacon triptych - that is so weird. WHO wants to buy it. I BET that’s important.

And Daniel using the time to go through the material and find the proof of the theater burning.

The coven pressuring Armand. I LOVED that. The trepidation. Ugh.

And them throwing Louis out when she is initiated. Does he know of the five laws??????

And Claudia’s expression at the laws. Oh maaaannnnnn.

And I KNEW it!! Armand is playing with the fire there “threatening” Louis. I mean, he ultimately doesn’t, but he ALMOST does. The discussion in the sewers. The foreshadowing once more. Louis calling on what Armand promised, and Armand throwing the lies into his face. DAMN.

And Armand stating that Claudia won’t be there for long.

God I knew the coven would go and humiliate Claudia with that role. I knew it. Damn. Her face.

“The Savage Garden”. The roaring of the fire behind Louis. More foreshadowing.

“Did he break you? Or did you break him?” 😭😭

A century ago. Yesterday. So much pain.

That kiss. And Louis inviting Armand in on the premise that he won’t kill him!!!!!!!!!! Holy shit.

NO PAIN.

AAAAALLLLLLL THE PAIN.

Argh, loved it, maybe a favorite so far. There is so much going on. So much foreshadowing. So much knowledge suppressed, or endured. So much bitter realization. So many things hinted at and introduced.

Also, as clear as it is (and was said in the episode insider) that this is Armand’s little fanfic version… (as Assad how much of it is used to "paint Armand in a good light"?!) :))) . It was a LOT of fun. :)

And that banquet scene will be in the next episode already!! Whoop whoop, cannot wait!

[hannahmanderr]

24 for pitch pearl. unless i sent that one already. in which case. 27 for pitch pearl.

JOKE'S ON YOU I'M PUTTING BOTH IN ONE DRABBLE

~ 24. kisses for a cover ~ 27. desperate kisses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Phantom, please!"

Phantom didn't understand what was being asked of him. He was only marginally aware of someone shaking him. Vigorously. It was slightly annoying, if he was being honest.

"C'mon, you gotta get up!"

"I don't wanna." That much was true. One thing he was very aware of was his pounding head. So much so that nausea churned in his stomach and he wondered if he was about to throw up.

Could ghosts even throw up?

“God Phantom, they’re coming! Why won’t you get up?”

Well he certainly didn’t know who was coming, but it had to be urgent if Danny was being so insistent with him.

Wait, Danny?

He cracked open an eye and sure enough, he was met with the sight of the blue eyes he’d fallen for so long ago. In spite of his swimming head and blurry vision, he grinned. “That’s what she said.”

It only took an instant for Danny’s face to transform from one of worry to one of utter disappointment. “Seriously? You take a hit like that from Mom and Dad and all you can do is crack jokes?”

“Only for you, darling.” Phantom allowed his head to loll backward. Maybe he could convince Danny to take a nap with him. That sounded nice.

“Oh, nuh-uh. You are not passing out on me now.” Warm hands wrapped around his shoulders and yanked him back forward. “Not until you get out of here before they find you!”

Phantom pouted. Was that something he usually did? Probably. “I don’t wanna,” he said again. A sly smile bloomed on his face. “Not unless you gimme a kiss first.”

Danny threw his head back. “Ugh! I swear, you - no, you know what? Fine.” 

If there was one thing Phantom would never tire of, it was the feeling of Danny’s lips on his. Even now, sitting half-conscious in some random alley with a boyfriend on the edge of panic, he couldn’t get enough of it. Eager to keep kissing, he prodded Danny’s closed lips with his tongue. At least he was pretty sure he did. Maybe it was less of a prod and more of a shove. He couldn’t quite tell.

Much to his displeasure, Danny pulled away. “Are you kidding me right now? You seriously wanna - no, no! We’re not getting into this right now.” Somewhere in the back of his mind, Phantom wondered if he was supposed to be participating in this conversation. “You got your kiss, now get your tail out of here before they get here!”

New voices tickled Phantom’s ears. He tilted his head. He couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but everything still sounded muddy, in all fairness. “Oh yeah, they’re right around the corner,” he said brightly. Really, he wasn’t sure what all the fuss was about. He just wanted to get back to kissing.

Danny groaned, and Phantom found himself drawn in by the sound. Only he got the impression that was not the kind of groan Danny was intending. 

“Okay, okay, okay,” Danny muttered to himself, clutching his head in between his hands. “Think Fenton. Think.”

“Nooo, no thinking,” Phantom whined. He pawed listlessly at Danny. “Kissing.”

He couldn’t find it in him to care about the angry glare shot his way. “I swear…”

The voices grew closer.

“Argh!” Danny threw his hands up in the air. “You so owe me for covering for you like this,” he hissed, bringing his face close into Phantom’s.

Before he could respond, Danny had once again sealed his mouth over his own, and Phantom melted instantly. See? This was so much nicer than thinking. It was about time Danny saw it his way.

“Danny?”

The incredulous cries of Jack and Maddie Fenton forced the two apart. “Gah!” Danny whirled around. “Mom! Dad! Haven’t you heard of privacy?”

“Privacy?” Jack scratched his head. “But… we’re in the alley.”

Maddie held up a weak finger. “You a-and… and him?” she asked, clearly still in disbelief. “But… I-I don’t… Danny?”

Phantom smiled widely and draped himself over Danny. “Hi!” he said, greeting the two warmly. “Your son is a reeeaallly good kisser!”

Danny buried his face in his hands. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ Send me a ship and a number from this ask game and I'll write a drabble or draw a sketch!

[danieyells]

hi! any chance you'd be able to post some of kaito's voicelines? I would love to see them <33

Our wanna-be knight and pathetic little best friend! He's just such a good boy lol. . .once again, another one who just wants to go back to a normal life, poor thing. Kaito's very much your vanilla, sweet boyfriend character with no frills attached, aside from his cowardice and his gambling habit of course. And his terrible aim. . . .

Copying all of them over isn't hard now that I've done it twice. Let's do it again for Kaito!

updated May 26th 2025 with his year 2 birthday lines!

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"{PC}! Over here! Hiya!"

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"Hey, new message. Better check it out, yeah? Or are you the type who's got like a ton of of unread inbox messages?"

. . .shut up /absolutely that type (and a sincere apology to literally everyone i know for that my adhd doesn't let me read and respond to their messages--)

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"God, please don't make me go on any more missions... It's not like me being there is any help to anyone anyway..."

"Oh yeah, have you been on WickHive yet? Someone leaked next month's cafeteria menu! Oh wait... I-I already told you that, didn't I?!"

"Damn it... I could've taken {PC} to lunch with that money! God, why am I such a moron?!"

"Ask me anything you want to know! I'm pretty savvy when it comes to Darkwick!"

honestly the fact that he's a second year who doesn't wanna be here and doesn't wanna be doing all of this but he still knows like everything about the school is also kinda sus to me. . .surely he'd divest himself from as much of darkwick as possible if he didn't care

"Urgh... Limited time only, you are not my friend... Huh? Oh, I'm on TikTok. I really want this, but I'm pretty broke this month..."

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"Ahem... Testing, testing... Morning! Heh, nailed it... Ack! How long've you been there, {PC}?!"

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Phew, should be safe here... EEEEEEEEEEK! Oh thank god, it's just a cat... I thought he found me..."

romeo oh romeo didn't you get into enough shit for this romeo? just make sure it's not Romeo cat. Because I'm sure it'll tell him somehow--

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Shit, it's Luca… Judging by the outfit he must be going to train. I better bail before he tries to rope me in too…"

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Eeeek?! Oh, it's just you... Geez, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

i know romeo is constantly on his ass, and I relate to the feeling of being scared the people you owe money will appear out of nowhere and get you, but. . .he's so jumpy lol

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Ugh, Romeo's texting me... Not gonna open that..."

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"So your father runs a company, huh? Who the hell leads with that?! This is why I hate talking to Frostheimers..."

so the wording here is wonky because he's quoting a Frostheimer, but there's no visual indication that he's quoting them. But lore drop! Kaito's father runs a company! But I thought he wasn't well off. . .? Maybe his parents are separated or his father doesn't spend any of their money on him. . .or the company isn't doing well. . .or gambling addiction runs in his family lol. . . .

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Argh, I want junk food! And I want to try all the new snack flavors!!"

my boy is so relateable--

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"All right, time to man up and bite the bullet... Nope, absolutely not, can't do it!"

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"How is Jin's skin so perfect? Fucking rich kids and their stupidly expensive fancy-ass toner!!!"

kaito really looking at jin like OH NO HE'S HOT

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"(yawn) Guess I'll go brush my teeth..."

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"Hey {PC}, you seem different somehow today. Did you change something? Or am I just imagining things?!"

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Noooo why does Tohma want to see me...? No way it's about something good! Could you come with me, {PC}?!"

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Crap, I fell asleep in class so I don't know what our homework is... Help me, {PC}!"

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"(yawn) Man, my bed's like a freaking marshmallow. I can never get any good sleep on that thing..."

lol the Frostheim beds are too comfortable lolol I NEED A FIRMER BED TOO KAITO I GET IT.

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"Huh? Oh, my pendant! You're always wearing it? Does that mean you've actually been paying attention to me?!"

once again the wording here is wonk because it makes it sound like the pc is always wearing Kaito's pendant. I'm pretty sure he's quoting the pc, who's commented that "you're always wearing it". It would read better as something like "You noticed I'm always wearing it?"

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Hey {PC}, how 'bout we grab a bite?! I've got tons to splurge in winn... er, earnings, so it's all on me! Get whatever you want!"

your gambling addiction is really and truly going to get you in trouble. disregard that i play a gacha game.

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"...Huh?! Man, nearly fell sleep without putting my phone on the charger... 5%, that would've sucked tomorrow..."

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Ha ha ha! Have you seen this yet?! It's all over TikTok. Ah man, it's killing me..."

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Whoa, when did it get so late?! Sorry {PC}, I didn't mean to keep you up... What? You're still good?"

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"Morning! Hey, guess what? Luca's busy after class, so how about we hit up the diner? It's been ages!"

do you. . .do you really wanna go there. . .i mean the drinks seem to be fine but according to sho they can't make good food at all. . . .

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Sorry, I gotta stay after class today... (sniffle) This sucks, I really wanted to walk home with you..."

aw buddy. . .they could wait for you or come pick you up after your remedial lesson. . .!

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Hey I'm really sorry but do you mind if we stop by the campus store after class? I'm almost out of granulated sugar."

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Hey, do you like stars? Oh, um, I was just wondering 'cause there's this place where you can see them really well, so I thought maybe you'd want to go some time..."

he's overcoming his fears and being honest with himself and how he speaks and just. . .asking honestly, no bravado, no act. do it scared, kaito. do it scared, do it awkward, do it sure you're going to fail. as long as you do it. proud of you!

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Sure is dark. Reminds me of the closet where we first met. Remember?"

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"I know I'm weak, and a coward. But I really do want to become your knight in shining armor, {PC}."

I love how comfortable and honest he starts to get as his affinity goes up. Still shy here and there, still scared, but he's not as jumpy and he starts treating you like a real friend. laughs with you about stuff, talks a little about hobbies and struggles. doesn't try and look cool for you. and then the honesty--i'm a weak coward, but i wanna be better for you. i wanna spend time with you. just!!! he grows!!! he realizes you like him for who he is and how he is, even if that's a weak coward--and that that's exactly what he wants! and it's okay for him to be that way because you won't be put off by it, even if it's something he'd like to grow from so he can be better for you--but he wants to be better for you as himself and--idk. i have feelings about characterization lol.

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"(yawn) Man, I wanna sleep, but I can't fail, so I gotta show up for class... Oh! I have Professor Nicolas next! Naptime."

does that mean you're good in anomalous medicine class or. . . .

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Grr! All those girls in the hall were looking at Luca! I'm so pissed off now I'm not even sleepy anymore!"

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"It's finally warm out again, so I really want to go do something fun... Wish I could get an R&R permit..."

well maybe if you stopped sleeping in class and did good in class or went on a mission or something. . . . . .

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Mheheh... {PC}... You've got a petal in your hair... Zzz..."

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"Ugh, it's too hot to go outside... But I can sense a coming-of-age event on the horizon... All right, here I come!"

obligatory beach event? 👀

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Can't believe Professor Hyde still wears that blindfold in summer. Pfft, I bet it's really sweaty under— Eeeek! S-Sir?!"

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Hey {PC}, are you free after this? I was thinking of inviting Luca to let off some fireworks! I want to show him how we do summer here in Japan."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I can't believe I get to spend the whole summer hanging out with you {PC}... (sniffle) Homework? Uh y-yeah, I finished it already..."

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"Is it just me, or is it really cold today?! Guess I better get my coat out soon..."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Have you had the chestnut rice from the cafeteria yet? They made it way too fancy. It's supposed to be comfort food..."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Tohma's always reading something. Maybe I should too... All right, let's go with this! 10 Ways To Become Popular Overnight!"

well. . .it's something to read. . .never a bad idea to read.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Apparently the moon is the most beautiful in fall since the air gets clearer. Want to go take a look?"

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"It's freezing out there! It's freezing in here! Frostheim sucks!!"

this makes me wonder what the warmest dorm is on average. . .probably jabberwock as long as towa's in a good mood? (or maybe warm jabberwock winters mean towa's in a bad mood. . .?)

(between 11am and 4pm)

"The cold can go to hell, but I guess there's outfits you can only wear this time of year..."

you can wear whatever you want whenever you want if you're brave enough. but this is kaito and he's not very brave. and it's also not very smart to wear winterwear in the summer.

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"I really want to go to Starbucks for the new winter drink! But I really really don't want to go on any missions!! Guess I'll never get to try it."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Gram... No... No more mandarins... ...Huh?! Oh, it was just a dream... I haven't had a mandarin for ages..."

'gram' in this case is 'grandma' in case you couldn't figure it out haha and the mandarin(mikan)'s used to represent health and longevity and a long prosperous bloodline or something like that for new years. So i assume his grandmother would feed him a lot of mandarins every winter lolol

His birthday (Year 1): (December 11th)

"Why did Jin, Tohma, and Luca give me all this high-end stuff?! It's freaking me out!! Thank you!?!?"

EVEN JIN AND TOHMA GAVE HIM GIFTS. . .FROSTHEIM FAM IS REAL. . . .

His birthday (Year 2): (December 11th)

"No way, a present? For me? Thank you… Wait, this isn't a dream, right?! Ow!"

baby we've known you a year and you're surprised to get a gift. . . .

Your birthday (Year 1):

"Happy birthday, {PC}! We'll make this the best one— Hey, give those back! Those are the cue cards I made yesterday!!"

ksjfkhesbfjh he made himself cue cards to give you a birthday speech with as little stuttering as possible. . . .

Your birthday (Year 2):

"Tada! Happy birthday, {PC}! I made you a cake—check it out!"

HE USED HIS BAKING SKILLS TO MAKE YOU A CAKE ;U;

New Years: (January 1st)

"Happy New Year! Let's make it a good one! S-So hey, if, er, if you'd like, c-could we, um... could we make our first shrine visit together?"

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"C'mon Kaito, deep breaths. Girls aren't into guys with no chill. So stay cool... Stay— Are those chocolates for me?! I'll take them to my grave!"

everyone loves an enthusiastic boy lol

White Day: (March 14th)

"Do you like the cookies I made? Come on, no way they're that good, heh heh... Heh heh heh... Here, take them all!!"

god i bet he makes really good sweets too. like i bet he puts so much love and good spirit into them lolol

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"I'd never lie to a girl. Ah! That's not a lie, I swear! {PC}? Are you listening?!"

BAD THING TO SAY ON APRIL FOOL'S ABORT MISSION

Halloween: (October 31st)

"Trick or treat! See those carved pumpkins? I was actually the one who made them. What do you think?"

given his DIY skills i bet he's actually really good at carving too. i bet they look really good!

Christmas: (December 25th)

"Hey, uh, {PC}, do you, uh... Do you have any plans for Christmas? I'm actually totally free!"

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"Huh? {PC}? Am I being annoying?! I'm sorry! You're probably busy, right?!"

(13 affinity and above)

"{PC} seems kind of busy... I know! I'll find a video that'll help take her mind off things!"

this one replace the first one after you hit a certain affinity, so it's cute to see that he eventually decides 'i'm not being annoying, they're just busy. i wanna help them' after he gets closer to you. . . .

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"Ah...! Oh my god, you're back!! I'm so happy to see you!!!!  (sob) Please don't leave me again..."

he's so clingy. . .poor guy really missed you, considering you're one of the kindest and most normal people in Darkwick that he associates with. . . . also man 'please don't leave me again' with the whole loop theory stuff. . . .

I THINK I'VE SAID MOST OF MY THOUGHTS THROUGHOUT THIS BUT. He really is a sweetie. He really could have ended up a very plain and 'safe' character, but he's managed to be very charming and entertaining with his struggles and exaggerated behavior, while still being a simple and safe type. Really looking forward to seeing how he plays into the rest of the story, since it seems like his pendant may be kind of important. . . .

[lottievintage]

Ruth Beautè’s Voice Lines [Remastered]/ Errands (Role In Game)

Name: Ruth Beautè Ruth Beau

Kissable? : No (but if you give her flowers, you can kiss her on the back of her hand)

Age: 15-16

Greetings/Bumped Into:

“Morning, Hopkins.”

‘“Howdy.”

“Good day”

“Um..hi?”

“What do you want?”

*Bumps into*

“Oh, my sincerest apologies.”

“Do watch were you are walking..”

“Argh— it’s fine, just watch it.”

Clique people/ or speaking about others in game mode:

“Some people say the most attractive greaser is Jonathan Vincent, but it’s obviously Ricky.”

“Each time that Martin girl dares speaks to me, I wanna kms. Honestly, does she have any real personality? Can’t blame her, she is kinda sad, then again I use her so I guess she’s not all bad.”

“That Harrington gets on my nerves, you know, he payed to win a mock trial session? What a fucking joke, I mean— if you suck at it, you suck at it. Must be hard having no talent or skill. What a dumb stereo typical blonde. Ha!”

“Hey, Gauntheir, wanna know what [block name] said about you?”

“Russell, that Ape? His parents are probably those flints stone people, have you heard him speak? How [R slur].”

“The greasers and the preps will fight? What is this? The outsiders again!?”

“Wiles is so…dead, s-she ruined my name, now boys glare at me…like I’m a whore, how can I be one? I haven’t even had sex yet-!?”

Talking about staff:

“Dr. Crabblesnitch is not fit to run this school, so I took it upon myself to…be his student advisor, meaning, I can tell him we need more clubs, he’ll do it, if I say a student did something, he will believe me. Amazing isn’t it?

“One time, Miss Danvers believed I had a crush on Crabblesnitch….all because I suck up to him. I think she’s on shrooms…”

“Mrs.Peabody allowed me to install new curtains, a vainity, and silk and satin sheets for my bed, for my dorm room. Being class respective certainly has its advantages.

“I told Mr. Burton about my shorts for soccer… saying I need a larger pair, but he says it’s not a big deal…that bald man knows nothing about my body, I don’t want the whole school go know.”

“That dingus Burton! Now everyone has been calling me RUTH BOOTAY! CURSE MY SOMALIAN GENES THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”

“Thanks to Wiles…I feel so dirty Joetta… is this how prostitutes feel after a long day at work?”

“Wait a minute….why am I moping? I can just do what I do best, ruin her life! Oh my gosh ahaHA!”

“I heard the jocks been taking steroids, I know they are but— I can’t snitch on them…Since Max takes them and I’m in his favor. Meaning I won’t be able to use him anymore…”

“Why yes, I am on good terms with all the prefects, they…also help me a lot….more than I need of course….”

“That Edna woman has to be a former convict…”

“Lucky me..I don’t eat her food, I always make mine when’s she out of the kitchen…that hefier can’t cook even if it was to save her self from a UTI…”

“Mista Max, I think I saw [Block name] have substances in their book bag, tell Crabblesnitch and expell that miscreant at once! Go! go!”

“You know…Justin, the Vandervale kid, was right…MONEY TALKS!”

Grooming:

“I don’t look like her…n-no I don’t..”

“Ha, what was Vendome talking about— me looking like Vivian…”

*Sighs* “I wish my hips weren’t so wide..”

“Sexy, as always.”

Being hit (Winning and Getting hurt):

“You’re so dead Hopkins!

“Don’t touch me again you fucking miscarriage looking bastard!”

*Looks around to see any Prefects, take out her rosary and uncaps the bottom, revealing a blade*

“I’m gonna kill you….”

(Can actually cut you and run to Prefect and tell that you tried to kill her fake crying. : Good chance you will be suspended)

“Now you’re crying? So fucking pathetic, good God.”

Random Quotes:

“I miss my Hadid…”

“So what if I ruined her social status, her skin, friend group, and probably made her wanna end it all? She did it first, so do it back to her, now she’s crying? What a waste of half good oxygen! Ugh!”

“You know..that Smith guy is actually kinda funny…”

“Parker is such a dork…and kinda sweet..”

“White trash!”

“You failed abortion!”

“No, Hopkins…you got me all wrong…I don’t wanna take over this school, doing that…is like being a zoo keeper. Why would I wanna be in control of a bunch of…slimy, insolent, animals!? Yeah no.”

“Hey get off of my friend, cocksucker!”

“Let me get help!”

“Oh you gave me flowers…sorry but I’m not kissing you on the mouth, I don’t know where your lips have been…”

“You may…kiss on my hand…” (She’s will rub her hands with head sanitizer afterwards when you walk away.)

Roles:

Pays player 85 dollars to plant drugs in someone’s car.

Pays you 50 dollars if you can give her back rosary Mandy stole from her.

When you investigate the Halloween party, and go in the woods you will see Ruth putting on her ghost face costume, get ready to scare Casey. You will hear a scream and run to it, you will have to help Casey who broken his leg, out of the ditch.

She comes to you when dates Gary and will give you hush money not to tell anyone.