#why does he have thumbs

[danothan]

everyday i log onto the internet i am forced to fisticuffs combat the halbarry default yaoi allegations. THEY’RE NOT A BASIC BRUNETTE/BLONDE JOCK/NERD DYNAMIC THEY’RE MORE THAN THAT (coping)

[eyelessfog]

Blood in the Water

A Red Snow minific with the idea of if they found Martyn after the end of Limited life.

"Martyn?"

He can't see. He can't feel anything, smell anything, taste anything but blood.

But he can hear, and he can hear...

"Martyn?"

Ren.

---

Pearl peels back Martyn's eyes and moves her head out of the way so that she doesn't block the sunlight. Ren watches from the side.

"Uh, so. His pupils aren't dilating or anything. Which means..."

"He's not dead," Ren says.

"Well, that's not what it means, but also... No, he's not dead," Pearl agrees. "He's breathing. Honestly, the hell happened to him? He's... I don't know." She flicks a finger at his forehead.

"...I don't know either," Ren says.

"Then what do we do? Leave him here?"

"No." Ren's voice is forceful, and Pearl flinches back.

Martyn breathes something that sounds like a word, and Pearl whips her head to stare down at him.

"What?"

"Ren," Martyn whispers.

"No," Ren says again, eyes wide behind his sunglasses. "We're not letting him die."

---

In the end, they bring Martyn into the sort-of clock tower not far from where they found him. It has a table, which they lay Martyn on after clearing away the plates and dry steak, and has a significant amount of supplies to scavenge through.

Pearl presses a hand to his forehead to check for a fever, and then pulls her hand back and hisses.

"Pearl?" Ren asks, looking over from where he's arm deep into a chest.

"He's burning up! Like- like ow my hand kinda burning up!" Pearl shakes her hand out, face twisted in pain.

"Is he?" Ren walks over and places his own hand over Martyn's forehead, then blinks. "Oh. Ow."

"Yeah! This is... So much worse than any fever I've ever seen." Pearl swallows heavily. "He'll need something... Cold. I should- Um-"

"Water," Ren says. "I'll get snow later."

"Right. Thanks," Pearl says, and then hurries out where there had once been an iron door. A moment later, she runs back in and adds: "Take off any heavy layers he's wearing. Lighter clothes the better. I think." And then she's off again.

"Sure," Ren says to no one.

His eyes fall down to the sash around Martyn's waist, and he pauses. He picks up one of the ends, where there is a white zigzag against the red. He knows this. He knows this very well.

"My Hand?" Ren asks.

Martyn doesn't answer.

---

"So," Pearl says.

"So?" Ren asks.

"You saw the, you know. The thing."

Ren tilts his head, and Pearl watches his ears flop against his head. He'd taken off the crown the day prior, leaving it lying on a shelf with his fur cape, and making his ears far more expressive than usual.

"What thing?" Ren asks. Pearl makes a gesture, and Ren blinks. "What??"

"The- his-" Pearl groans, then tries once more. "The thing!"

"If you mean his bits, yeah, I've-"

"NOPE!" Pearl shrieks. "Nope! Didn't need to know that, I meant-" She walks over and tugs at the collar of Martyn's shirt, where a red lichtenberg scar runs down his neck and chest.

"Ah, yes. I saw that, yeah," Ren says, nodding his head.

"Aren't you curious what it means?" Pearl asks, frowning at it.

"Uh, well... I assume it means he was hit by lightning?"

"Ren."

"Listen!" Ren says. "I just want him to wake up, and then I'll find out what's going on from him."

"If he-"

"He will," Ren promises. "He has to."

Pearl looks down at Martyn doubtfully.

"Pearl, if you found a Tilly-"

"Right," Pearl says, eyes softening. "He has to."

---

"Did you think we would ever find another area like this?" Pearl asks.

Ren laughs. "After how we ended up last time, I'd hoped not. I mean, what if it was- you know."

"Yeah. I don't- I didn't want to, you know, fight again." Pearl lowers herself further under the water until Ren can only see her eyes from where he's lying on a makeshift chair. It's not particularly comfortable, but it's good. The sun is warm on his skin, and he's still able to see Pearl, so.

"I'm glad we're here, though," Ren tells her.

The water bubbles violently in what Ren recognizes as Pearl laughing, and she sits up, coughing. And also still laughing. Presumably at him.

"What! What did I do?"

"You would say that, huh? After finding Martyn-" She bursts into another round of laughter.

"What? What! Come on, I didn't even- I found my friend and-"

"You found your hand," Pearl says, making her voice deep and giving herself an even worse Scottish accent than the one Ren uses.

"Me hand-" He can't finish what he wants to say, and ends up bursting into laughter too.

It's not really funny, but they haven't laughed like this in a while, and it's warm, and things are sort of looking up, and... There's some sort of giggly glee in the air, and they're both soaking it in.

It's not like when they found the first game Pearl had played. Found the Shadow Tower and the Snow Fort and the Southlands and all that. It's not cold and dark and scary and angry and sad. They aren't fighting. They aren't alone.

They're on the beach, pretending everything is okay, and this time, it's working.

---

"Do you think he's actually dead?"

Ren, who had been playing with the fur of his cape, pauses.

"What?"

Pearl shifts on the ground so that she's facing him. "He's... We found each other alive and well, right?"

"I wouldn't call it well," Ren says, offering a breathy laugh. There's no humour in it.

"No. But we were up. I saw you on the hill, and you were alive. You were alive. We both..." Pearl shifts again, staring up at the stars.

The wind is cold against both of their skin, but it's worth it to be outside. They've been cold for a very long time. They can handle being cold for a little longer.

"It's been a while," Pearl says, instead of finishing her sentence. "He might not wake up."

"And we won't know until he disappears. But for now, he's here. We can see him. He's here."

Pearl stays quiet, and Ren decides that's the end of their conversation. He rolls over, back to her, and closes his eyes.

A bit too long later, Pearl shifts again.

"Ren," she breathes, wind nearly stealing her voice away. "I don't know if I know how to exist with someone new." She breathes in, a shaky noise. "It's just been us for the longest time. No danger, no animals, no sound, just... us. I don't know how to let him into the mix."

"We'll figure it out," Ren tells her. "We're survivors. We adapt." Then, again: "We'll figure it out."

"Right," Pearl says quietly. Even quieter: "I wish I had Tilly."

Ren wordlessly turns to face her, and she runs a hand over his head, scratching at the base of his ears. It feels nice, and even beyond the want to sleep, he can feel his head turning to mush and his eyes closing against his will.

"I'm sorry," he hears Pearl say before he falls asleep completely. "I won't doubt it again. I know... I know you need him."

And then he's asleep.

---

At some point, Ren started lying down next to Martyn when they went to sleep, soaking in his warmth and, hopefully, offering him some cold. Pearl, who'd long since gotten used to sleeping curled up next to ren with his fur cape over them, didn't take long to decide to sidle up beside them.

And so, somehow, between cooling him down and forcing him to eat and drink, they managed to bring the fever down.

A couple nights after, Martyn actually wakes up.

Ren and Pearl don't notice it for a while, busy having found the hidden second storage room after noticing how loose the rock in that part of the floor was. Ren had gone down, and was looking around, while Pearl just lay down, arms and head in the hole, holding a conversation with Ren as he explored.

"Can you get any good enchants?" Pearl asks.

"Yes, but I'm not sure what we're looking for here. We haven't needed armour in months-"

"Might be a year, now," Pearl interrupts.

"Point proven, then," Ren says with a sigh. "No need to enchant any of these leftover armour pieces, and... What, mending? Do we want mending?"

"No mobs to get quick experience from. Wouldn't be worth it."

"Then? We don't need anything to help with defense, we don't need anything to help with offense, we can't use mending..."

"Ugh, and we got so excited over the enchanting table too..."

"I figure that's why you stole it from us, huh?" a scratchy voice behind her croaks.

Pearl turns around quickly, but she was halfway into the hole already and the shift of weight sends her toppling down, three blocks deep.

"Ow," Pearl says, teeth gritted.

Ren hurries over, looking down at her, brow furrowed in worry. "Pearl?" he asks.

Past him, Pearl watches Martyn's eyes go wide. "Ren?" he breathes.

"Martyn," Pearl says, just to finish the circle.

Ren looks up, and his breath pauses in his chest. "M' hand," he whispers.

"My liege," Martyn returns.

Pearl lets herself fall limp on the ground and waits for them to finish with this ritual of theirs.

---

"What do you mean by 'all this?'" Martyn asks, leaning away from Pearl as she presses her hand against his forehead for the fifth time. "And can you stop that? I'm fine."

"You're warm," Pearl says by way of explanation.

"No warmer than normal," Martyn tells her, then puts a hand to his forehead. "... A little warmer than normal. It's fine, I'm not sick. Probably. I think."

"You've been sick for a week or so," Ren adds helpfully.

"Right! So I've finished with all my being sick stuff, and now I'm all good," Martyn says, nodding confidently.

"I actually meant that you're probably still sick, considering you've only just woken up," Ren says.

"Oh."

Pearl tries to put her hand on his forehead again and he bats her hand away.

"Dude. Stop. Anyway, what do you mean by 'all this?'" Martyn asks again.

"I mean... Clearly something happened here. A game, I'd assume. I just... What's the story? What happened?" Ren asks.

"Oh, um. It's a long story," Martyn says, grimacing. "Besides, why didn't you just ask Pearl?"

Pearl sits back on her heels, giving him a blank look. He stares back. She turns to look at Ren, and they stare at each other.

In the end, Pearl turns back to him and goes, "What?"

"What?"

"I haven't been here. Ren and I have been kinda busy outside the border."

"What? But you- what?"

Ren interrupts them. "Hold on, I think we should introduce ourselves. Properly."

"I already know you two though-" Martyn tries.

"I," Ren says loudly, and Pearl rolls her eyes at the dramatic tone of his voice. "-Am th' Red Winter King." He makes a sort of bowing motion from his chair. "Ye may call me RenDog."

"Or Ren," Pearl says.

"Your turn," Ren tells her.

"Right. Like, the way I introduced myself to you?"

"Indeed," Ren says.

"I'm blaming you for bringing back his accent," Pearl says to Martyn. "Anyway, I'm Pearl. People used to call me the Scarlet Witch, but I always preferred the Scarlet Snow Witch, myself."

"Oh," Martyn says. "You aren't- neither of you are-"

"From this game?" Ren asks. "No. But you are, and it would be cool to know why this server is... Like this."

"There's a lot of dirt in the sky," Pearl mentions, in case anyone forgot.

"Right," Martyn says. "Skynet. Um, with that in mind, this is going to be a long story."

"We have time."

---

"Where's the clock?" Ren asks curiously, a bit after Martyn has explained everything to them.

"What do you mean?" Martyn asks.

"I had to strip you 'cuz of your fever and you didn't have a clock on you. So where's your clock?"

Martyn frowns and pats at his hip, where it always hangs.

It's not there.

"What?" Martyn looks down. No clock. Lower on his priorities list, but still something he'll panic about later, no dogwarts sash either. He pats at his pockets, and then his back pockets, and then freezes. "Did you take it?"

"No? I didn't see a clock when I took your stuff. That's why I asked."

"Where did you find me? When you first got here, where did you find me?"

"Uh, just down the hill. On the way to the tower." Ren's brows furrow. "Martyn-"

Martyn bolts out the door.

Pearl, working the Clocker's farm out front, makes a noise of surprise when he appears, and calls after him. There's Ren's voice too, but they don't matter right now, because he's just realized something and he needs his clock to know if he's right.

He nearly trips on the way down the hill, his eyes already scanning the gravel for any golden glint. Nothing. Nothing. Where is it?

He kicks at the ground, looking for any hint of it. Glass, gold, anything.

He turns to the side a bit and finds it.

It seems to have rolled, maybe when he... fell. He scrambles for it, picking it up and inspecting its face. The glass of the clock is cracked, and when he looks under his sandal, he can see shards on the ground. The hands on the clock - which, really, is more like a timer - have broken off, or maybe just disappeared. Ash and dust cover it, and Martyn uses his sleeve to wipe it off.

"Martyn!" Pearl calls from just behind him, voice as worried as he's heard it since he woke up.

"M' hand?"

Martyn turns around. "Found it!"

Pearl's face falls in relief, and she goes limp on her feet, doubling over and heaving the biggest sigh. Ren tilts his head, brows furrowed in a cross of worry and confusion.

"The clock," Martyn elaborates. "This was my clock." He shows it, face up, to Ren, who peers at it curiously.

"Uh, cool," he says.

Martyn flips it over. "Sure, yeah. But the important part is what's going on in the back."

"Ehe. That's what she said," Ren says quietly. Pearl elbows him anyway.

Martyn ignores them. "Look," he says, at the heart on the back.

"Looking," Ren says obediently.

Martyn shoves his nail into the seam between the heart and the rest of the clock and pops the heart out. Underneath, there's an empty space in the shape of a diamond.

"Ah," Martyn says.

"What?" Pearl asks, angling for a better look.

"Fragment obtained," Martyn says tiredly.

Pearl and Ren exchange a worried look.

---

"No, sorry, wait," Pearl says suddenly, the day after. "You teamed up with Scott?"

"Yes?"

"Oh, hey, yeah! What? Scott?" Ren calls over.

"After my game?" Pearl asks skeptically.

"After our game?" Ren adds, sounding terribly pouty.

"Well, I mean, hey, listen. We all teamed up with different people this time around. Sometimes you were against those people in a different game! It happens," Martyn tells them, hands up in surrender. "I mean, hey, you teamed up with BigB! And Grian, at the end, I think."

"I didn't," Pearl tells him, turning up her nose. "That was a different Pearl." She pauses. "Also I don't think I had a rivalry with either BigB or Grian for either of my games."

Martyn thinks about it for a second. "Well, I guess so."

"And yet!" Ren calls. "You have had two game long rivalries with Major- two!"

"Ah- hey! I'd call each of them only, like, half a game long each. One full game total! C'mon now."

Pearl makes a face. "That's still proving my point."

"Look," Martyn says, sighing. "No harm, no foul."

"There was so much harm involved?"

"No... hard feelings, no foul?" Martyn tries.

"Hm," Pearl says.

"Whatever. What's for dinner?"

"Bread!" Ren says brightly.

Martyn looks tiredly up at what's left of bread bridge. "Blegh. I've had enough bread for... 72 days."

---

"So," Pearl says, sidling up to Martyn. Martyn gives her a suspicious side eye. "What's with the lightning scar?"

"The?"

She points at his collar. "The lightning scar."

Martyn looks down at his chest, then makes a big show of screaming and falling back, pressing a hand over the scar. "WHAT IS THAT?"

"Did you- did you not know?" Pearl asks, leaning over to look him in the eye.

"Oh, no, I knew," Martyn says, sitting back up properly. "Wasn't too sure what you were looking for though. Figured playing it up would work out well." Pearl makes a face, and Martyn shrugs. "Didn't hit right. Tough crowd, I guess."

"Right. Well. What's up with it? Like, why do you have it?"

"It's probably from when I died."

Pearl tilts her head.

"When people's time ran out, lighting would strike their bodies and they'd... Disintegrate, I guess." Martyn wiggles a bit in his seat, uncomfortable. "My time ran out after everyone else's, and the lightning came down, and... that was it. I mean, I thought I died. Everything went black, everything went quiet, you know, all the 'probably dying' stuff. And then I heard you and Ren, and then I woke up."

"Then... The lightning was because you were supposed to die at the end."

"I always thought that, maybe, if you did it right, the winners would get to survive," Martyn tells her. "But, no, I was supposed to die like everyone else."

"But you did survive," Pearl reminds. "I did too. The winners... I mean, I guess they do, don't they?"

"Then what about the winner from the other game you were in? It would have been Ren or Scott, right? And that," Martyn jerks his thumb towards the door of the Clocker's tower, "Isn't the right Ren. Besides, Ren didn't win his game either. He died before I did. So this isn't about winning. This is something else."

"Ren didn't win?" Pearl asks.

"What? No. What?"

"I always just assumed that... Oh. Huh. Okay."

"No, it's something else." Martyn lies back onto the table again, spreading his arms out. "What else do we have in common?"

"A lot of things," Pearl says. "Too many."

Martyn laughs. "So much that it loops back around to nothing, huh?"

Pearl falls back onto the table beside him, face scrunched in annoyance. Martyn laughs again.

---

"I'm glad you're awake, Hand," Ren says as he and Martyn walk around the server in search of supplies.

"You know, I've noticed you don't use that accent when you're talking to Pearl," Martyn tells him.

Ren sighs. "She's bullied it out of me. By the time we got to- well. Apparently it makes things feel less serious, and we need to have serious conversations."

"I think it sounds very serious!" Martyn tells him. "Too serious, maybe. Very grave and... serious."

Ren laughs. "I appreciate that. And I appreciate that you're here, honestly. I missed you."

"Awh," Martyn hums, touched. "Thanks, man! I missed you too."

Ren goes quiet for a moment, looking up at the deepslate platform the Nosy Neighbours had planned on using.

"I missed you," Ren says, voice low and heavy with meaning.

Martyn pauses behind him, brows furrowing. "Right," he says, feeling a little unsure. He doesn't know Ren's situation. He doesn't know Pearl's. But they do this sometimes - somehow make the quiet of the world sink deep into his skin. Make him feel like he's alone through just the tone of their words.

Something happened. Something he doesn't understand.

"...We should get Pearl a Tilly," Ren says, and then continues walking.

"What?" Martyn asks, lagging behind. "I thought- I thought you said you haven't seen any other living - or even undead - things since your game ended! How are we going to-?"

"No living things, no, other than Pearl and you. If we can find players, we'll get her a dog."

"What, is that an order from the Red King?" Martyn laughs, a little hysterical, a little worried.

Ren doesn't respond for a minute too long, but in the end: "Yes. We're going to get Pearl Tilly back. That's an oath."

They rest of their exploration of the area is quiet.

---

"Why are you here?" Martyn asks as Pearl searches for eggs in the clocker's storage.

"Tryna' make a cake," Pearl says, pulling a face as she half organizes the chests in their owners' absence.

"Right. Obviously."

"Obviously," Pearl parrots. "How do they not have eggs but have three buckets of milk?"

"To show off that they own cows," Martyn answers. "But no, I meant, why are you and Ren still here? Like, within the borders? You told me that you left your game the moment you woke up, and I'm fine, so you don't need to stay back for me."

Pearl pauses. "Well... It's not staying back for you, you."

"I feel appreciated," Martyn comments dryly.

"I like you fine- No, no, I hold a grudge from the last game, actually, so that's a lie! But I... Yeah, I probably would have left a day or two after you woke up. And that's assuming I didn't pick out what I wanted from everyone's chests and just leave you on the ground." Pearl throws a bundle of stone to the side. "The thing is just that Ren likes you. Ren likes you a lot. You were really important to him during his game, and then he died, and then he was alone for a really long time. Before I found him, he was... I don't know. It wasn't good. He wasn't doing good. But he missed you, and now you're here, and I won't take him away from you."

"And what about you?" Martyn asks. "He could stay. You could leave. Why don't you?"

"We already did that." Pearl looks too focused on the chest. "We... went in our separate directions, once. I think I almost died. I think he almost died. We're not doing that again."

"Better together," Ren says from the doorway of the Clocker tower.

"Better together," Pearl agrees. "Anyway. Why do you ask?"

"What did he ask?" Ren asks.

"Wanted to know why you guys stuck around," Martyn answers.

"Oh," Ren says. "'Cuz you're here."

"That's- that's sweet, dude."

"I am sweet," Ren says proudly. "But we have been here a while. We scoped out all the bases, so I think at this point it's raid, pack, sleep, 'n then go."

"Yeah?" Pearl asks. "I thought you were going to stick- I FOUND EGGS - stick around a little longer!"

"Congratulations!" Ren says politely. "And I kind of was, but... Martyn, do you want to come with us? We should leave, but I don't see why we can't have you along."

"I- me?"

Ren makes a show of looking around the room. "I think you're the only Martyn around," he says, teasing.

"Well, hey, I'm not gonna say no to such a nice offer!" Martyn says brightly. "Thanks!"

"Happy to have you on the team! This cake is now a celebratory cake. It'll be ready when you two get back from stealing things!" Pearl shoos them towards the door.

"Just us?" Martyn asks. "What are you doing?"

"Baking a cake, obviously," Pearl says, rolling her eyes.

"And avoiding responsibility," Ren finishes wisely.

"Baking a cake," Pearl repeats, and then places an iron door in the Clocker's doorway. "Bye, have fun, don't come back with stupid stuff!"

Martyn makes a pitiful face at Ren, and Ren cackles in response.

---

"You shoved us out pretty quickly," Martyn tells Pearl that night.

"I know. I was the one who did it."

"But why?"

Pearl gives him a look. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Well, the answer, had you not asked that question, would have been no. But now I'm curious, so the answer is yes."

"I don't want you to come along," Pearl says. "You're not... You're not the Martyn I know-"

"Yes I am? I played in your game too. And the one before that, and Ren's before that."

"I mean! Yeah, I know, but you're not just the one who played with me. You're someone different now. You're not Ren's Martyn, or my Martyn - you're... Who you are now." Pearl sighs, a heavy thing. "And that means that I think I could grow to like you. I could learn to care about you. Because you're not like who I hated."

"But?" Martyn prompts.

"But you're still a lot like him. You're still Martyn. And I don't know how long it'll take me to forgive you for that."

"For being me?"

"Well," Pearl says. "When you put it that way, it sounds kind of weird."

"Naw," Martyn says. "I get it. And for the record, I'm sorry."

"Huh." Pearl looks at him with something like awe. "I didn't think I'd ever hear you say that to me."

---

"Okay, okay, okay," Ren says as they leave the boundaries of the game. "So, I'm the Red Winter King, and Pearl's the Scarlet Snow Witch-"

"I still think that it's important to mention that they both equate to blood in the snow," Pearl adds.

"Of course," Ren agrees. "Obviously. Now, since that's us, what do you think you should be?"

"I need a code name?"

"Well, not a code name," Ren says.

"No, I think he's right," Pearl tells him. "I think these are code names."

"They're not! They're titles."

"What's a title if not a code name?" Martyn asks.

"It's not- c'mon now!" Ren cries. "You know what I mean!"

"I do!" Martyn agrees. "Am I supposed to be sticking to your theme?"

"The red snow theme?" Pearl asks.

"Yeah. I mean, you two came up with yours independently, I know, but... Do you want mine to be like that too?"

Pearl taps her lip thoughtfully and Ren shrugs. "You don't have to," Pearl says.

"Right. Well then... I'll be the blood in the water."

"Ooh!" Pearl gasps. "Oh, that one's good, yeah!"

"Like blood in the snow, but... Melted, you know?"

"Alright," Ren says, grinning. "You're the blood in the water."

[tursaskeisari]

Ive done nothing but drawn Giacomo for 2 weeks

[citrine-elephant]

stressed the fuck out nonverbal dilf leon: what is your opinion?

[franeridan]

the way luffy regularly goes "we are the bad guys, actually" in the manga is something so dear so special to me

[smallsinger5901]

FNAF movie spoilers ahead!

so… that was an experience. Albeit, pretty enjoyable as a casual watch up until the last bit where it kinda went off the rails. So, obviously, this is me ranting about some VERY spoilery things so this is your last warning!

Now tell me why they set up Mike Schmit, their main character with the exact same family dynamics as Michael Afton, and then not only not have him be Mike, but have Vanessa of all characters be Afton’s only child??? Like, here’s ‘Mike Schmit’, always hesitant when saying his last name, with one younger sister and a younger brother who was murdered/missing (which Mike blames himself for), a dead mum and a missing dad. And, after all of that which lines him up perfectly with michael afton, he’s just some other random guy? Not to mention Vanessa being here like 50 years early causes all kind of timeline issues. AND mike not being related to the Aftons means that Fnaf 3-6 cannot happen because they’re all dependant on Mike! I have no idea how they plan to make more films. Henry is completely absent. Golden Freddy is a mashup of his 1 and 2 designs and the animatronics don’t hate springtrap until the end?

Gonna be honest, the plot was pretty thin on the ground. Multiple characters are introduced solely to get murdered, and then their murders are never mentioned again/ seemingly never looked into. I get suspension of disbelief and all, but you cannot tell me they just have a straightjacket chair and circular saw Freddy mask laying about for casual use- especially one that you can unlock from within it if you’re quick enough. Overall (and maybe this is nostalgia a little bit) I give the fnaf film a 6/10. Good enough to watch, especially for casual fans, but for invested fans it isn’t worth all the references and cameos to cringe through the last 20 minutes. I’d say it’s not worth it to be indirectly giving Scott Cawthon your money. Save it, watch it when it comes out on a streaming service, make your own conclusions. I’ll be over here desperately trying to salvage the broken timeline this gives us.

[laulo821]

another post on tenyoxin lore yippie

from @tealviscaria

so first, do they need to look the age when they died? NO. especially for background characters like Zerron for whom i don't care what he looked like at 60 nor will prolly ever represent him at 60. for other characters, my overall rule is to make them recognisable between their usual (live) appearance and their dead appearance. that's a meta reason but it's convinent

then the in-universe question, can they choose what to look like in the afterlife? KINDA, YEA. when they arrive in the Beyond (real name of the afterlife place), they are given a "base form" of either what they looked like when they died or the quintessence of their look (of when they peaked, as a highschooler may say). and they can tweak that base form as they wish, but are limited to. yknow. still look like themselves (being recognisable), i.e. they have to keep a similar build, proportions, bone structure, main characteristics... but they can tweak whatever details of their look – hair length, hair colour, clothes, nails, wrinkles, eyebags, clothes... they can also grow back limbs and heal from chronic illnesses or disabilities if they choose to. plus, they can choose to show their reason of death (as scars or as phantom markings, if applicable)

i hope this is all understandable!! if you have further questions about it or about the Beyond ask ahead <3

[woundedheartwithin]

x

[raineyraven]

thinking of. fic idea. c!eret visiting c!dream in prison.

[rollforjackass]

no one: absolutely no one: seriously not a soul: me: john constantine is missing his left thumb

[ratthumbsup]

wuh oh! thesis statement alert!

"'it's kevin' is why he gets away with everything. it's why he always wins."

"you say that like it's destined."

"it is! the whole world is designed for guys like kevin and pete and neil. [...] the whole game is rigged. fixed. i should just give up."

[sitaxdebster]

Why is this the funniest thing I’ve read all day? Also, I’m so glad I write better than this. 😂🤣

[theorangerangers]

The dichotomy of Dane Romero and lord Shiba will haunt me forever

[thefallofruins]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

◈Sukuna who doesn't bother to even look at his concubines after he's done fucking them. He expects them to be gone immediately.

◈Sukuna who would love how they cower and tremble in fear and excitement, gaze turned down as they couldn't muster the courage to even look at him, reminding him of how powerful he is.

◈Sukuna who feels just the slightest of tingle in his heart when your pretty, innocent eyes meet his cold ones, and turn back down immediately, making him chuckle.

◈Sukuna who decides you're his favourite that day.

◈Sukuna who loves fucking you, watching you tremble in pleasure are he corrupts you, your innocent eyes looking at him so pleadingly, as if he is your god. Loves to see you covered in his marks, proudly claiming you.

◈Sukuna who hates it when his other concubines make noises. It's annoying, he thinks. But is greedy to hear your soft moans and noises that you make for him. Music to his ears.

◈Sukuna who fucks you till you're in tears, withering under him from pure pleasure, clinging onto his strong arms as you're stuffed full of him, making you squirt over and over on his cock till you can't anymore.

◈Sukuna who eats you out, spending hours between your plush thighs, licking, sucking on your puffy pussy, fucking you dumb with just his tongue, just to hear you moan out his name as he feasts.

◈Sukuna who raises an eyebrow when you gather your kimono and bow, signaling that you're leaving.

"Where do you think you're going?" He says gruffly and demands you to get back in his bed.

◈Sukuna who let's you sleep on his bed beside him, admiring how your lips part as a sweet slumber indulges you, who brushes bothersome strands of hair away from your face and doesn't understand why he does this.

◈Sukuna who let's you sit on his lap, your head resting against his broad chest as you trace the markings on his shoulder with gentleness unknown to him.

◈Sukuna who doesn't remember when he last saw the other concubines.

◈Sukuna who, even months later, doesn't find himself bored of you. Who swears his lips curl whenever he sees you smile. Who wants to see more of it instead.

◈Sukuna who swears he'll have the heads of the concubines who mocked you, bullied you out of envy, telling you that you'd be replaced one day. You never see them again after that day, but do see his the white of his kimono stained red.

◈Sukuna who brushes your tears away with his thumbs, holding you close to him. "My Queen," he says, watching your eyes widen at his words with a huge smirk.

◈Sukuna who captures your lips with his soon after. Who found his precious little Queen and intends keeps her safe at all costs.

[gcrdy]

“ my dear, you are tragically out of your depth.” (from laelia)

@schattenwerfenkeineschatten

Gordy felt his fists clench, his brow furrow. As if he didn't get enough grief from his family and from his "associates". Now, she was talking down to him too? Sure, she was absolutely right that he was in well over his head, and if you knew how tall he was you'd know just how deep that was, but she really didn't need to say it like that! She didn't need to say it at all quite honestly. Gordy knew he wasn't great at this, but he was trying, dammit. Even if no one believed him when he said as much. "Don't call me 'dear' when you're insulting me," he grumbled, not even looking at her as he crossed his arms defensively over his chest. It had the added benefit of keeping his hands from fidgeting. He didn't want to give Laelia any further indication of how badly her words had gotten under his skin. "I've got just as much experience with this stuff as you do, maybe even more. I am older than you y'know," he continued, enjoying the fact that he could pull out that particular 'gotcha'. Having grown up with older siblings he'd had it used on him plenty. "This may look like a mess from the outside, but I've actually got everything perfectly under control."

[tonycries]

One More? Please? - G.S.

Synopsis. A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something more…well, it’s only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, coworkers to lovers, being stuck in that damn box, oral (female), mutual másturbation, spitting, fáce-sítting, máting press, Satoru is down bad for you, chóking, overstim, multiple rounds, créampie, pet names (sweetheart), swearing.

Word count. 4.4k

A/N. Happy belated two months to this blog! Concept inspired by this post by @kingkonoha.

“Maybe we should kiss and see if the box opens?”

“That’s the dumbest fucking thing to ever come out of your mouth.”

“Hey- it works in the movies! True love’s kiss and all-”

You heave out a heavy sigh that makes even the skeleton at your shoulder shake its head in pity. Goddamn, if these curses weren’t going to kill him then you will. 

“I take it back. That’s the dumbest fucking thing to ever come out of your mouth.”

Satoru hooks a thumb over his blindfold to gaze at you with mock seriousness. Oh, how the mighty have fallen - and how you were teetering dangerously close to a stroke with each dramatic bat of his long lashes.

“C’monnn~” he whines, with the flair of someone that was not sealed in an inescapable prison, “Don’t tell me that in all these years you’ve never once been at least a little tempted to kiss me, sweetheart.” 

“I’d rather kiss that dusty skull.” Shooting him a pointed look that makes even the skulls at your feet recoil. It would almost be hilarious if it wasn’t for the fact that you were trapped. In the prison realm. With Gojo Satoru of all people. Possibly forever.

Shit, is this karma for all those times you ditched Satoru with Nanami instead of dealing with him yourself?

Now, Satoru might be going about it with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, but just a few minutes ago when his life flashed before his very eyes at the mere sight of Suguru - or at least, the monster wearing his body - he’d expected some of his favorite memories to be the ones with you in it. 

You - his lil’ coworker - in all your gorgeous, smart-mouthed glory. And maybe if he was lucky, he even expected a couple glimpses of you in his future. Preferably with a giant rock on your finger.

But that’s a story for another time, what he certainly did not expect was for your stupidly heroic (and quite beautiful) ass to jump right in the middle of the prison realm’s ensnarement. 

Although, honestly, right now he doesn’t think he’d want to be locked up in here with anyone but you - and that withering glare you send him. 

Undeterred, Satoru has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh. Laugh. A sound you’ve come to realize over the years, as innocent as it sounds, does not bode well for you or your sanity. 

A sanity that’s been slowly dwindling since your first day of meeting Satoru. Back then, a brash, cocky new teacher that waltzed into the halls of Jujutsu Tech in those pretentious sunglasses like he owned the place. 

Well, not that he was any different right now. Lounging over some disgruntled skeletons, you half-expected him to pull out a deck chair and start sunbathing amidst the bones. Your begrudging coworker - and occasional bane of your existence - seemed right at home. 

You, however, were decidedly not having the time of your life. 

“I swear, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you grumble, wincing at the bones prodding you from almost every angle. 

“Can you blame me?” he hums, now fully tugging down his blindfold to hang around his neck, “It’s not every day I get to spend quality time with my favorite person in the world.”

You scoff, strangely self-conscious as those striking blue sweep your figure from head to toe. “Lucky me. Well why don’t you spend this quality time helping me figure out how the hell we can get out of here.”

“I already told y-”

“Anything but that.”

With a sulky huff, Satoru peers down at you, “Then we just wait till someone gets us out of here. I’m sure Megumi-chan is just tearing his emo hair out trying to unseal this thing.”

“...”

“You’re absolutely correct, Yuji then. Or…” he tilts his head towards a sad pile of bones, “We end up like our little friend over there. Though I’d make a far better looking skeleton-”

You don’t hear the rest of Satoru’s rant over the small noise of concern that falls from your lips. Something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach at the fact that yes you really were stuck in the prison realm with Gojo Satoru. Possibly forever. And no this wasn’t some strange dream like when you and Shoko accidentally raided the wrong brownie box in the kitchen.

Shit. 

And perhaps it showed on your face, because you’re jolted out of your reverie by warm fingers intertwining with yours. Grounding. Satoru’s eyes now searching yours with an intensity that made you squirm uncomfortably. 

“Hey, we’ll figure this out, okay?” he mutters softly. “Remember that time we accidentally set the training ground on fire?” leaning in closer now, “Or that mission we got chased by that cursed vending machine?”

You roll your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite yourself. “Yeah, and then you nearly got us killed trying to order a sweet tea. ”

Satoru chuckles, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “See? It worked out, didn’t it? It always does, sweetheart.” 

And if your heart does a strange little lurch, well, then you just blame it on the femur jabbing into your side. 

All is quiet in your little hell. That is, until.

“Hey, Satoru…does kissing really work in the movies?” 

You barely catch the way Satoru’s breath hitches ever-so-slightly as he leans in closer. eyes sparkling with mischief. And oh you knew that look - one that was usually accompanied by a lecture by Yaga, one that sent shivers down your spine. He grins, “Well, there’s only one way to find out, hm?”

Embarrassment and amusement bubbles inside you, tumbling out in the form of a barely-audible, “A peck. One.”

“Awww. Eight?”’

“No.”

“Five?”

“Satoru.”

Minty breath fanning your face, “Okay okay, one peck and a kiss to your forehead. C’mon, it’s a bargain~”

Pinching your nose, you sigh out a weary, “This is so stupid. Fine, but if it doesn’t work then I’m strangling you.”

And it’s all that is said before his lips are on yours.  

Soft. Satoru’s lips were so soft. And he tasted so unfairly of caramel apples and sweet, sweet mischief. Just like him. Feather-light and fleeting - yet the kiss burns into your brain with an intensity that you strangely didn’t mind.

It’s over before you know it. The cold air hits your lips as Satoru’s words ring in your ears, a disappointed little, “Aw, that didn’t work.”

Barely even risking a glance at the still very sealed realm, your body reacts before your mind - the expensive cotton of his uniform collar soft against your fingers as you pull Satoru towards you with a sense of urgency you can’t quite explain.

And then you’re kissing him. And he’s kissing you because shit this is all that Satoru’s been dreaming about since he turned 23 and suddenly realized that oh you were frighteningly everything that he ever wanted. 

“S-Satoru,” you whisper, breathless against his lips. 

“Shhhh, my girl. One more. Didn’t work.” 

His lips are searing on yours. Urgent and greedy, because fuck if it took getting trapped in the prison realm to finally kiss you then God knows when he’ll be able to again. 

Which is why he breathes you in like he doesn’t have enough time, and probably never will - even in this godforsaken box where time never passes. 

“Shit. O-one more.”

Drinking in your sweet gasps as he intertwines his tongue with yours, tasting how sinfully delicious you were. Satoru’s hands wander the expanse of your body, cupping your head to kiss you deeper, snaking down to squeeze your ass - and everything in between. 

Pulling away ever-so-slightly with a playful bite to your bottom lip, he leaves a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. The disappointed whine that leaves your pretty mouth makes all the blood in Satoru’s body rush to his cock. 

“Sweetheart.” he grunts into the crook of your neck, lips ghosting over your racing pulse. “Y’think I kissed the wrong lips?”

Oh? 

Satoru’s words send a jolt of electricity running down your spine - all the way down to your heated cunt. “W-what?” you managed to choke out, cheeks flaring as he raises his eyes to meet yours and-

Oh.

Oh, shit. If the curses weren’t going to kill you then Satoru sure might. 

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Satoru carefully jostling the two of you so that he’s lying on his back, your body manhandled to straddle his pretty face. 

“Satoru, when you mean ‘wrong lips’...here?” you trail off, still reeling from him and the abrupt change in position and him. 

“Exactly what I mean,” he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating beneath your dripping cunt. “Now, spread ‘em wider f’me. Let me taste you- Need it s’bad.”

Body moving as if on autopilot, your knees part wider to let him greedily take in the sight of your soaked panties. Beads of slick seeping through the thin fabric each time his hot breath meets your cunt. 

But not for long - the cool air hits you before you realize what’s happening. Because Satoru is ripping your flimsy panties off with one hand. Throwing it behind to God-knows-where with the urgency of a madman. 

“Shit, so wet f’me already.” he groans, mouth watering at the obscene sight of you clenching around nothing. “S’gorgeous. You really are perfect everywhere, huh?” he mutters through lazy, languid kisses along your thighs. Tongue darting out just so to leisurely trace circles along the heated skin. 

Strong arms wrap around your thighs, the stretch nothing with the two long fingers spreading your swollen folds apart. Your face burns from just how adoring Satoru looks below you.

You buck into his touch, “Hngh- Please. Wan’ your mouth on me.”

And perhaps the great Gojo Satoru decided to be merciful for once in his life, because without another word, he’s surging forward. Tongue flicking out to tease your sloppy entrance, pooling your juices before tipping his head back, back, back to let it slide down his throat so sinfully.

Shit, Satoru could just cum in his pants right now, of course you taste heavenly. Better than he could’ve ever imagined on any lonely night. 

You shudder as he flattens his tongue across your folds, sliding teasingly between them, grazing your swollen clit just barely at an unhurried rhythm that almost has Satoru forgetting where he was. But quite frankly, he couldn’t give less of a fuck about it either.

“This what you wanted, sweetheart?” he hums around your clit, the vibrations making you squeal. Sucking gently, tongue rolling harshly against your bundle of nerves, over and over- “Cause it’s what I’ve been wanting for years.”

The words ring in your ears almost as much as the lewd squelches below. Years?

“F-fuck- feels hngh- What do you mean y-years, Satoru?” 

Oh, Satoru thinks he could pass out just at the way you whine out his name so prettily. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, a hand hastily snaking down to unbuckle his pants. “Mhmm~ Couldn’t go a day without sparring with you where I didn’t think of bending you over and tasting you right there y’know.”

Your eyes snap down to meet Satoru’s hazy, half-lidded ones. Something dark and feral shining within them. And right now, thighs wrapped around his head, you don’t think he’s ever looked happier. White locks splayed out, a fucked-out expression on his face as his tongue bullies past your folds, you could feel the slight smile curling his lips against you. 

It’s overwhelming - both his confession and the way Satoru was making out with your cunt like a man starved.

Nose-deep in your pussy, tongue alternating between its abuse on your throbbing clit and dipping in and out of your sloppy hole at a maddening pace. Mouth only speeding up ruthlessly at the way you convulse and grind involuntarily on top of him.

God, Satoru was going insane at the way your walls were sucking him up so good, clamping down with each push of his tongue. 

“Shit- made jus’ f’me. You like that, don’t you?” he growls against your cunt, voice hoarse with desire. “Like fucking my face with your pussy?”

“Oh! Ngh, yes Satoru- L-love it-”

A bruising grip on your hips, encouraging you to rock against his face. Harder. Tongue more desperate. He couldn’t get enough. Meeting your every grind, tongue lapping at your cunt so obscenely. 

Breaths ragged and hot against your cunt, drinking you in with the desperation of a man that wouldn’t mind giving up air for your essence. And it was Satoru - of course he wouldn’t mind.

Especially with the large hand snaking up your thigh, going from drawing reassuring patterns at your hips to rubbing tight, little circles on your pulsing clit. Hasty, and urgent - like he had no time to waste. “Tha’s right, my girl. Give it up for me,”

Every cell in your body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure at the way Satoru plays your body like an instrument. 

“M’close, Satoru- Hah- s’close.” you moan breathlessly, a hand tangling in his soft strands. Using it as leverage to ride Satoru’s pretty face just the way you like it.

But you didn’t have to - because Satoru seems to already know exactly what to do. Exactly how to quirk his tongue just right to brush against all your most sensitive spots. Exactly how to match the rhythm of his abuse on your clit to the way he was tonguefucking you into delirium. Exactly how to look at you with such a hungry expression that devours you almost as much as his mouth. 

“Cum f’me, sweetheart.”

Satoru didn’t even have to ask. Because you’re cumming with a strangled gasp of his name. White-hot pleasure coursing through you like lightning, body trembling as you cum all over Satoru’s pretty face. 

Hands moving your limp, boneless hips across his face, forcing you to ride out peak after peak on his red lips.

As the blood roaring in your ears bates, and you blink back your vision, the first thing you see are those familiar blue eyes gazing up at you. Holding you steady, lips brushing gentle kisses along your inner thighs. 

Oh, how beautiful he was like this.

“S-S’toru?” you mewl, still sensitive from your orgasm as Satoru shifts underneath you to sit you prettily in his lap.

“Mhm?” he nuzzles your neck.

“One more. It didn’t work.”

Oh, if you knew the only way to shut up Gojo Satoru was to say something like this then you would’ve done it a lot sooner. 

But Satoru’s stunned silence doesn’t last for long, because he grins, low and sultry, “You’re right. It didn’t work.”

The metallic clinking of a belt echoes in the stuffy chamber as Satoru hastily pushes down his pants. Cock springing free to hit his lower abs, “What a shame.”

You blink at the sheer size of him - he was going to split you in two. It was unfair, really. Water is wet. Gojo Satoru has a big dick. 

But oh was he pretty - so pretty.  Prominent veins glistening in the dim lighting, fat tip flushed your favorite shade of delicate pink, leaking furiously in between your thighs.

Gulping, you reach out to wrap your hand around his achingly hard cock. So warm and heavy in your hands. “Y-yeah, what a shame.”

Both of you watch - entranced - at the way he twitches in your grasp at the mere sound of your voice. A maddening little bump! bump! bump! against your palm as you begin pumping him slowly - so agonizingly slow. 

“Oh- Feel s’good, sweetheart.” Satoru hisses lowly as you swipe at the precum beading at this head. Thumbing teasingly under his sensitive slit, tracing delicately along his veins. 

And by God does it do something to you to see the great Gojo Satoru falling apart for you, hair tousled, lips kiss-bitten, and eyes looking at you like he wanted to positively eat you alive. It made your cunt throb so desperately, slick forming a dark wet patch on his trousers. 

Not one to be left behind, his long fingers deftly snake down to your dripping cunt. Not wasting any time before bullying his fingertips past your swollen folds, curling expertly to press down against that one spot that has your fist faltering on his cock. Hard. 

Pretty little moans left your lips at the way Satoru so easily matches your pace. Thrusting knuckle-deep into your pussy in and out - hitting that spot over and over.

“Shit, Toru- s’deep inside me. I’m- hngh-”

Satoru was in heaven, really. You were so warm and wet around both his fingers and his throbbing cock. 

Only two thoughts running through his mind right now - 1. He was right, your hands were softer and more sinfully delicious around his swollen cock. And 2. The hardest battle he’s ever fought was probably right now - at your mercy, trying not to spill all over your hands because he’d be damned if he finally scored the girl and came in two seconds.

Shit, he thinks fingers almost erratic now, he needs you to cum. Right now. 

As if sensing his urgency, your moves become more frantic, Satoru’s brows furrowing at the way you increase your pace. His hips twitch, as if trying to thrust into your fist. matching your pace as you start stroking him harder, faster. 

Ah, but alas, the great Gojo Satoru’s reputation precedes him. 

“Oh, fuck- M’gonna-” And soon enough, you’re seeing stars behind your eyes - or maybe those were tears - as you cum. Hard. 

Body moving before your mind, you’re clenching around Satoru’s fingers, grinding down so ferally as you edge him closer and closer. “C’mon, Toru. One more, right?” you whisper brokenly, lips ghosting his ear.

Breath coming in short, strained gasps of what sounded like your name now, “Oh- fuck ngh- so close.” he warns, voice hoarse. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

You smirk, raising a brow, “Is that a threat, Satoru?”

Willing his fucked-out eyes open, they bore into yours as he utters, “No, ah- it’s a p-promise.”

Without warning, Satoru clasps your wrists, forcing you to stop pumping him. The disappointed mewl threatening to spill from your lips is cut off just as your back hits the ground.

Slam!

You think you could almost get whiplash from how swiftly Satoru had you caged and splayed out so shamefully beneath him. 

You whine, “But you didn’t even get to-”

“Fuck, not now. Gotta feel you or else m’gonna cum so embarrassingly all over your fist.” He rests his throbbing erection laid out so enticingly across your stomach, leaking hot precum onto your skin. And that makes you shut up, eyes mapping where it ended and realizing that yeah, you might’ve faced more mercy with the curses outside of this box. “Besides. One more, right?”

And before you can respond, Satoru’s spitting on you once. Twice. Thrice.

You flinch as the wads of saliva hit your dripping cunt, mixing with your slick so obscenely as Satoru smears it across your swollen folds. Your mouth drops into a soft oh! of disbelief as he promptly pops his thumb into his mouth, groaning at the taste. 

“Shit.” Satoru hisses lowly, “One more might just not be enough.”

Not wasting a moment longer, he’s bullying his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. Head thrown back as your plush walls desperately try to accommodate his size.

“Oh. Oh shit hah- should’ve been locked up here ngh- sooner.” he groans, words straight from his cock. “Feel s’heavenly around m-me.” Because God Satoru thinks he wouldn’t even mind staying here for the rest of his life if it meant he got to have you like this.

You moan at the positively delicious stretch of your pussy, plush walls unable to decide between pushing him out and milking the soul out of him. “Hah- Toru s’too big. I can’t-” 

“You will.” he grits out, teeth clenched and brows furrowed as he focuses on letting you adjust. Pressing inch by fucking inch. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fights that feral part of himself that just wants to plunge into your pretty pussy till his tip kisses your cervix, and you’re drunk on nothing but his cock.

But he didn’t have to - because you’re immediately wrapping your legs around his toned waist, pulling Satoru to you recklessly until his heavy balls smack your ass. Tufts of snowy white hair - already so wet with your slick and his precum - finally meeting your cunt.

“Ah! Shit, s’full Toru.” you keen, body bowing into his.

There’s not even a hair's breadth between your bodies now as Satoru chuckles darkly. “You little minx. Thought you couldn’t handle me, but you really wanted to be split apart on my cock, huh?”

You feel almost shy under his gaze as you mumble out a quiet little, “Well you did say one more.”

Ah, Satoru thinks deliriously, if you aren’t Mrs. Gojo by the time you two get out of this then there’s seriously something wrong with him. 

But he doesn’t tell you that. Instead with a satisfied smirk, he claims your lips in a searing kiss, sucking your tongue so lewdly as he did with your cunt. Parting for only a second before pressing his lips to yours again. And again. And again, as if it hurt to part.

“Mhm. Always wanted to do this, sweetheart.” he hums against your pretty lips. “Fuck ever since you hah- walked in on that first day.” 

Kissing you sweetly with a tenderness that doesn’t translate to his hips as pulls back, back, back. All the way till his angry, hard tip was just grazing your sloppy entrance. “One more.”

Body moving before his mind, his hips start fucking into your dripping cunt recklessly. Satoru doesn’t fuck you with the finesse he imagined he would all these years, rough, harsh thrusts fueled by pure need and all the desperation from these last few years.

In one, fluid movement, the burn of the stretch hits you before the realization that Satoru has thrown your legs over his sculpted shoulders. 

“Ah- So good, Toru. Oh my god- hah-” you mewl at the change in angle. His pulsing dick expertly hitting that one spot inside you which has your words slurring together, body arching off the floor to press so impossibly close against him. 

And, well, Satoru isn’t any better - because he’s slamming his cock into you mindlessly. Hitting that spot over and over. 

With one hand, he caresses your stomach. Whispering out a ragged, “Feel me inside? Feel me right…” Pressing his palm down hard, “Here.”

The other forces you to look up at him, drinking in your whines of “Yes yes yes, can feel you s-so deep hngh- inside me, Toru.” 

You’re so cockdrunk and full of Satoru that you barely notice the hands groping their way down your body. Catching harshly on your swollen clit, starting to draw, quick, frenzied circles that match the cadence of his hips smacking into yours. 

“Look at me.” he murmurs raspily, “Open your mouth.”

And you can do nothing but take it, tongue lolling out so lewdly for the warm stream of spit that hits it. Once. Twice. 

You look up at him with teary eyes, as you take it all -  anything and everything he was giving. And it makes Satoru bow his head with a fucked-out groan, cock twitching so animalistically as it keeps plunging inside you roughly. Deft fingers on your clit becoming more desperate.

Harder. Faster. Balls squeezing so painfully. Like a lamb to slaughter, he was going to eat you up - and you were going to let thim.

You squeal at the overstimulation, hips bucking up for more more more-

“God, sweetheart, you don’t know what you do to me.” he moans, voice strained with desire and the euphoria of getting everything he’s wanted for so long. It was driving him insane. “Now c’mon. One more. Give me one more like my good girl.”

“Hngh- yes- Toru!”

You don’t even know what “one more” means anymore - all you do know is that you’re cumming and cumming all around Satoru’s unforgiving cock. Walls fluttering so snugly, your body convulses as you cream around his cock. Nails dragging down the expanse of his sculpted back, Satoru’s name leaving your bruised lips and into the heady air like a prayer every time his tip kisses your cervix. His new favorite melody.

And that seems to be what makes him snap as well - because with a final, sloppy thrust, he’s painting your walls such a sinful white. Pumping thick, hot ropes of his cum into your quivering cunt. 

“Shit- yeah, my girl. Take it. Take it all f’me.” Satoru shudders above you, head thrown back, chest heaving as he fucks you through your high. Movements nothing more than shallow, mindless little thrusts to get you both off so animalistically. 

It was so fucking filthy - and exactly what you needed so badly. He was exactly what you needed so badly. 

Now, Satoru only had to take one look as you use him so obscenely for your pleasure - eyes dazed, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth - before he thinks he might just cum again. And again. And again until he physically couldn’t anymore.

But first…

Pulling out of your heavenly pussy with a lewd pop! His long fingers delicately collects the mixture of slick and cum now gushing out of you obscenely. 

Aw, what a waste, Satoru muses as it pools below you sinfully. If it was up to him he wouldn’t waste a single drop from your pretty cunt. 

But no matter. 

Abruptly, Satoru bullies two fingers into your mouth - forcing you to taste yourself, to taste him. Pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way that has you choking and gagging around him, teary eyes just begging up at him. Perfect - you were so perfect for him. 

Kissing your forehead with a tenderness that doesn’t match his actions, he hums, faux innocence lacing his words, “What a shame, the box didn’t open yet.”

And oh does he love the excitement lighting up your exhausted eyes. Pretty thighs twitching underneath him as a slow, fucked-out little smile curls your lips. 

“One more? Please?”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.