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yonphilia · 7 months

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( SUMMARY ) : you just wanted to give gojo a lesson for not inviting you to his halloween party, but why did that lead to you being fucked on his couch?

( WARNINGS ) : smut!!!! (heavy) ghostface! reader! (f) reader. dirty talk + degradation. pussing eating/fingering, cunninglus, gojo has big dick (duh), and just filthy stuff! modern au. college au. reader gets railed by gojo <3

( WK ) : 3.5k+ (i'm ovaluating)

( NOTES ) : proofread a lot! but probably have spelling mistakes :P, i thought of this while thinking of what to dress up as for a college party and drawing ghostface ^^

A doorbell rang, making loud echo noises all throughout the quiet house. It was Halloween night— but it was a bit too late for kids to be trick or treating. the door bell continuously kept ringing nearly every 3 seconds, which sounded as if someone was extremely desperate to get sweets or they just wanted everyone to know what they were doing.

“The party is over!” Gojo shouts from behind the door to lazy to open it.

Not until the bell rings again.

"Hmm..?" Gojo opened the door, only to find no one there, he squints his eyes scanning the place, a look of concern and confusion spread across his face— but soon fades knowing it was probably kids ding dong ditching.

Not shortly after he closes the door and was just about to sit down back on his couch, the doorbell starts to ring over and over again.

He lets out a groan before getting up and walking towards the door, his hand grabbing the doorknob and twisting it, opening the door in attempt to find the culprit.

“….what the hell?", Gojo spoke, his tone was frustrated as his eyes dart around to find no one there. Was this going to continue for the whole night? Did this person just want to annoy him?

He scoffs shutting the door again. Now he could just step onto the porch and look around to see who was bothering him at 1am, but Gojo was a lazy guy, he was not going to put on his slippers just for that.

The doorbell rang again and Gojo decides its best for him to just ignore it, he didn't respond, just stayed silent for a few seconds as he walked into the living room resuming his movie.

His head shook in disbelief when the doorbell rang again and again and again, but this time— there was a giggle, a giggle that got him slightly agitated and brows twitching, but he knew that the best course of action was to ignore it.

Still, the curiosity to know who was getting on his nerves, who kept on repeatedly abusing his poor doorbell, who wanted him to open the door so fucking bad, grew inside of him. It felt like the person was just right around the corner. Yet he chose to ignore it.

A couple of minutes pass, it was quiet now, the only sound was his TV playing some horror movie as he munched on his popcorn and some left over pizza from the party earlier.

He turned his head to look at the door and stayed still for a few seconds, before slowly getting up and walking towards it. He grabbed the doorknob, his head and eyes filled with nothing but curiosity. Could he at least just look? Just once? It’s not like some killer will jump out and kill him?

He slowly twists it open, peaking his head out, and he feels his heart skip a beat.

There stood you, dressed in a ghostface costume— in a tight dress with the mask covering your face, hand stretched out and index finger pointed just about to press the doorbell, but of course Gojo didn’t need to know it was you, he was too stupid, heck! he hadn’t even invited you to the long finished party.

“Who the fuck are you?” He said in an irritated tone opening the door fully and leaning against the frame, not until his gaze falls to the shiny metal coated with red in your hand, realising that was a big mistake, the knife looked a bit too realistic to be a costume.

He scans you up and down, wondering why you were dressed as ghostface? Of all the things, why choose a character from a random horror movie? Was this some kind of joke..? And why in a tight slutty dress?

Gojo then narrowed his eyes, analyzing the situation carefully and seeing exactly what was going on. It didn't seem hostile.

As you remained silent, he tried to ignore the knife in your hand from catching his eye, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“It’s Halloween isn’t it..? Well, your choice of outfit…” He trails off as his eyes drop to the dress hugging your body, “quite interesting to say the least..”

A huff escapes your mouth as your bring you hand back to your side. “You caught me i suppose” you mutter under your breath looking away even tho he couldn’t see your face, but oh you could see his— how his hair was messy, his grey sweats loosely hanging on his waist, his matching shirt unintentionally rolled up on the side indicating how much he got up from the sofa to check who was at his door, and his eyes that were constantly scanning you.

Gojo let out a small laugh at your reply. "So what's the reason that brought you here miss ghostface?" he spoke once again, slightly chuckling at his own question as he looked over at you.

You looked cute in your outfit according to him, and he wanted to compliment you about it, but something was holding him back. "Did you come here to annoy me? Or for the party? It finished an hour ago ya know?" he asked with a sly smirk on his face.

You kiss your teeth rolling your eyes at him, arms crossed as you glare at him through your mask. “I know that— i bet it was a stupid party anyways”

He stifled a laugh, despite not ‘knowing’ the pretty lady at his doorstep, he had a feeling he knew who it was, he wanted to tease her, and so he did exactly that. “Oh? I had no idea you wanted to come to my stupid party that bad” he replied with a smirk.

“I didn’t plan on coming anyways— not like you totally forgot to invite me or anything” You say bringing the knife up and pointing it at him, the knife was fake yes, but it was realistic enough to get a reaction out of him.

He takes a step back and his eyes go wide as he lets out a nervous laugh “Oookay okay, and do you mind telling me which one of the pretty girls you are that i so happen to forget to invite..?”

You feel tempted to take off your mask and show him your face, but you don’t, not yet. A smile forms on your face as you press the tip of the ‘knife’ lightly into his neck “let me in first.''

Why was he even hesitating? Your dress as exposing your body in all the right places making his mouth drool. His mind was screaming to invite you inside, and so he does.

''Well now that I look at you like this..I don't see a reason to why not?'' He says as his voice drops an octave and he steps out of the way letting you into his house.

You certainley do not hesitate to rush into his house, taking your heels off and plopping yourself down on his couch, causing your chest to bounce in the process. A huge blush starts to form on his cheeks the longer he stares at you, he could feel his cheeks and ears burning, were you teasing him? playing dumb? or were you really just that innocent?

''Do you want a drink?'' He asks as he leans over to the mini fridge beside a couch, and once you nod, he takes two cans of beer out.

Seeing you put your feet up on his coffee table causing your dress to sneak up your thighs, Gojo makes a mental note to get your number or anything after this. He hands you a can before he sits down beside you.

''So why were you trying to fry my doorbell?'' He pops open his can and takes a long sip of his drink causing it to trickle a little from the corner of his mouth. And that certainley caught your attention.

''Why didn't you invite me to your party?'' You retort back as you open your own drink and air it above your mouth.

''I still don't know who you are-'' He cuts himself off the moment he sees you air your drink, causing it to spill all the way down to your perfectly exposed clevenge and breasts.

He felt too distracted to answer your question, at how stunning you looked right now, at the position you were in on his couch, not caring about the fact he should get you some napkins to help you clean up.

''Well?'' you say as you lick your lips, playing dumb as if you couldn't feel the cold beer trickle down your chin and neck all the way to your exposed chest.

Gojo stayed silent for a few seconds, his eyes glued to the place where the beer stained your skin and dress, he wanted to look away but he was so mesmerised by now. He blinks and quickly looks back at your face, ''I-I don't know- I mean I kinda have no clue who you are but'' He lets out a breathy laugh, ''I definetly want to.''

You let out a laugh at that, setting your beer can down on the table and looking at your own beer stained chest. ''Whoops my bad-'' You turn your head towards him. He couldn't see your face which made him more aroused then he already felt.

''Won't you help me clean up…toru...?'' You whisper sitting up and leaning into him slightly.

Gojo couldn't help but let his eyes wander back to your chest, feeling his dick pulsing in his pants at just the sight of how hot you looked to him. He felt his heartbeat quicken as he finally managed to speak up.

''Y-Yes! Yes of course right away'' He says reacing over to grab a few napkins only to be stopped by your hand grabbing his wrist.

''No.'' You say immediately, ''I meant with these...'' Your other hand comes up to his face before your fingers ghost over his lips. He gulps, his blue eyes meet yours, trying to take in your beauty.

''C'mon don't be shy Satoru...I see the way you look at me in class'' You let go off his wrist and cup both of your breasts leaning into him further until your chest was pressed against his.

''I.....'' He felt like a complete pervert, gawking at your body infront of him, how was he holding himself back from burying his face in your tits right there and then?

''Clean me up-''

Before you could even finish your sentence, he dived straight in, his lips latching to your sticky stained skin, sucking and licking the beer off making him more and more aroused by the growing minute. His white lashes flutter shut at the feeling on your hands snaking up behind his head to tangle in his hair, your head tilting back as your feel his warm tongue lap at your breasts.

His tongue slid up and down trying his best to clean the drink off of you, earning soft whimpers and moans from you causing the bulge in his pants to ache and grow.

''S-Satoru-'' You whine out feeling him suck at your skin, he doesnt hesitate to tug your dress down around your chest.

''No bra huh?'' He mumbles as he smirks before putting your nipple in his mouth sucking on it as if he was a baby and your nipple was the pacifier, biting and tugging the flesh with his teeth until you were pulling at his hair.

Both your bodies were a hot mess, your face red and flushed from how hot you felt right now. You let out a loud whimper feeling him fondle with your breasts.

''F-Fuck! w-wait'' You breath out cupping his cheeks to pull him away, you tilt your mask to the side and lean in to attatch your lips with his swollen pouty ones.

Gojo instantly kisses you back grunting, His hands squeezing your breasts causing you to gasp and he slides his tongue into your mouth, swirling and exploring every inch of it. He kisses you harder and harder, teeth clashing and tongues dancing with each other, his hand goes up to cup your jaw, trying to mold his lips into yours until your mask bumps at his forehead.

''Take it off'' He pants out as he pulls away staring at you.

You let out a shaky breath hesitant at first, but then shake your head, your lips curving into a smirk. ''Lets see if you deserve to see my face hm?''

He groans throwing his head back from how aroused he was, feeling the tension in his abdomen build up.

You were sprawled out on his couch by now, your dress long gone, yet you still hadn't took off your mask, gojo insisted you should, at some point he even tried to take it off- but when he saw you were dead serious about wanting him to fuck you with the ghostface mask on, he felt like he could cum right there and then.

He stares at you hard. You're used the intensity of his gaze, but this is that special stare. That lusty one he gives you in class when you sit there all pretty with your mini skirts laughing along with the other students.

He's practically caging you on his couch hovering on top of you, leaning in and stopping right beside you ear.

"Do you know how fucking good you look right now? How badly I've wanted to fuck you?'' He says as his voice drips with lust. ''I know its you (name)- cuz-'' He lets out a shaky breath leaving a sloppy kiss right under your ear and the area around your neck. ''Can recognise that slutty body anywhere''

He holds his position, all up in your personal space as his fingers trail up your bare thigh. ''I know these pretty thighs all too well by the way you walk around me in school'' His hand inches upwards, fingers hooking around the band of your panties before pulling them and letting them go making them snap against your skin.

The sudden sting causes you to jolt and whimper, a pout forming on your glossy lips, your mask still tilted to the side only enough to reveal your lips.

Gojo smirks as he gets off of the couch, going down on his knees, his arms hooking around under your knees to pull you closer to the edge.

''Lets see if you can actually scream huh'' He mutters as he inches forward to your soaked panties, his breath fanning your silk covered fold earning little whines from you.

''S-satoru-ohh-'' Your words are cut off once he connected his puffy lips to your clothed pussy, sucking on the material and your folds as he groans sending vibrations up your core.

''T-take them off!'' You whimper, your hands going down to hold his hair and tugging on them slightly causing him to smirk. And so he does, in an instant he rips your panties off and without any warning, he connects his lips to your soaking folds, as if it was a magnet pulling satoru.

He sucks and licks at your folds, his tongue laying flat against your labia before he drags it up until it was pressed against your swollen clit, his eyes staring at your unholy expression through his white lashes, how beautiful you looked to him right now, lips parted slightly. He couldn't see your face but he knew your eyes must be closed from the pleasure.

Gojo was sloppy. He gently bites at your senstive bud before he starts to slurp at your juices, creating the most vile sounds known to mankind, suckling slupring licking until you were a moaning mess, gripping his hair and grinding your hips into him.

''O-Oh oh torruuuuu- fuckfuckfuckk g-gon make me cummmmm- ngh'' You cry out arching your back, nipples hard and thighs trembling vigorously, your legs wrap around his shoulders practically suffocating him with your thighs, but he doesn't mind it he has wanted this for way too long now, he was too pussy drunk to notice.

“Mmm..s’sweet mmm” He mumbles into your cunt sending vibrations up your core.

You're mweling as you feel a new sensation build up in your stomach once you feel his tongue enter you, his nose nudging against your clit. his tongue rolling inside you and your spongey spot that will lead you to your destruction, he knows you're close- and just when you're about to have an earth shattering orgasm, he pulls away with a cocky grin, lips glossy and puffy, cheeks and chin stained in your juices, eyes fully lust-blowen. If it was possible, Gojo would definitely have heart in his eyes right now.

You whine and buck your hips shifting closer to the edge of the couch, hands yanking his head back down into your core in attempt for any stimulation.

''You think I'll let you cum that easily after what you did huh?'' He stands up, veiny hands going down to discard his sweats. ''Sly cunt'' He mutters out, his eyes never leaving yours through your mask.

Once he was completly naked infront of you, your gaze drops down to his dick, the one you heard so many rumors about. He was big and he knew it, fucking bastard.

His tip was an angry red, already leaking with precum as it trailed down all the way to his base. He purses his lips staring at your leaking cunt as he runs his slender hand up and down his base smearing his precum, his eyes closing for a few seconds as his head tilts back revealing his neck, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down by the thought of you squeezing his dick.

You part your lips to say something but he shoves his middle finger into your aching hole earning a loud moan from you. ''Ooh- fuck!'' You moan out arching your back, hand going to grip at his forearm.

''Hmm.. she seems ready, don’t ‘cha think pretty girl?'' He says grinning as he slowly takes his finger out admiring your slick, he brings it up to your mouth pressing it against your lips, you open your mouth and welcome his finger, sucking on it tasting yourself.

And just as you’re lost in sucking on his fingers like a lollipop, he's quick to start inching his pretty pink tip into your tight cunt, his gaze never leaving your pussy as he watches you take him in.

You gasp letting out muffled whimpers, eyes squeezing shut from the feeling, he wasn't even fully in yet and he stretcthed you out.

''Fuck- fuck you're tighttt woman'' He hissed out feeling you clamp down on him. ''L-lets actually make you scream huh? Ghostface wannabe'' He breathed out, removing his finger from your mouth, his thumb fidling with your aching clit as you melt against the couch.

He hadn't even fucked you yet and you were a shaking whining mess. Blabbing all sorts of stuff like ''So big- So full'' or just bunch of ''Fuck me fuck me fuck me''

And Gojo does. He shoves his hips forward, hands coming down to connect your ankles together as he lifts your legs- desperatley hugging them as he whimpers

''P-Pussy so so good- Lord- Fuck me hmphh'' He doesn't even give you time to adjust as he ruthlessly starts to slam into your poor cunt, your tongue lolls out as drool hands down your chin, your hands clutching onto the couch trying not to pass out from how good he stretched you out, his thick length hitting all the spots you didn't even know you had. Your mask barely hung on your face, tilted completly to the side only covering you eyes but revealing your flushed cheeks.

''T-Too much-- t's too much- gonna break my pussy'' You sob out, you could barely think straight anymore, all you wanted to do was to prank Satoru for not inviting you to his party- yet here you were folded on his couch as he uses your leaking cunt as a fleshlight.

His thursts were messy and sloppy, the only sound audible was your squelching hole, his whimpers and praises, and your dumbfound words.

''You gon make me cum babyyy'' He whines out as he leans forward, the back of your legs pressing against his chest, his hands holding your sides, tight enough to leave bruises on the skin. ''Squeezin me s'fuckin good- gon make me fucking cum'' He says pressing his forehead to your mask, his heavy breathing fanning your nose and lips.

''W-Wanna see that pretty face please pleaseeplease-'' He begs closing his eyes shut feeling you squeeze him so good. And once he hears no reply from you and only whines and moans, he takes it as a sign to remove your mask, and that was all he needed to loose the little sanity he had when he laid his eyes on you.

Your eyes rolled back, lashes wet, cheeks tear stained and drooling running down your lips and chin, that's all he had to see that had him spurting inside your gummy walls.

He pulls out of you and slams back in so fast that you don't even have time to procces your orgasm, your cunt squelching and gushing around him, hot liquid spraying everywhere all over his couch and abs. ''fuckfuckfuck fuck- a-ah g-gonna p-pass out'' You cry out, your legs were quivering- your brain absolutely numb, your nails digging into his biceps.

He doesn’t even care about the fact you just creamed on him, he only seemed to be lost in his pleasure, a thick white ring appearing around his base as he continues to tear into your senstive hole, his haw hanging loosely, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and neck slightly flushed red.

Not soon after, Gojo was painting your insides the same colour as his hair, breeding you over and over again until you were just a sobbing and babbling mess chanting his name over and over again- apologising over and over again.

And so was he- it would be hard to believe this was the same tough boy that got any girl he wants, right now he was just praising you and you cum stained leaking cunt repeatedly.

He pulls out of you panting, watching his thick load leak out of you as you squeeze around nothing, his fingers going down to smear his cum along your inner thighs and folds, being thankful for not inviting you to his party which ended in this.

You whine squirming away from him, body trembling and your breath hitching.

You both pant and heave trying to catch your breaths as he flops down beside you, a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

''Guess you really are apart of scream huh?''

©yonphilia 2023

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luveline · 7 months

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so! we were talking about hockey!sirius a couple days ago soooooooo

i would love to request hockey!sirius flirting with a reader who is not yet his girlfriend. (bonus points if he does the lighting her cigarettes for her like i would die actually)

thank you for requesting! —hockey player!sirius asks you on a date. 1k

"Hey, you."

You squeeze your box of cigarettes but manage to keep your flinch to yourself. "Sirius, you're like a ghost," you complain, letting your bag fall back behind you.

"A fit one, at least?" he asks. "I've caught you, haven't I?"

You fish your box of cigarettes from your bag guiltily. "Don't tell my coach and I'll give you one."

"Give me two and I'll let you borrow my clipper."

"A clipper," you drawl, drawing two cigarettes from the box to pass him. "I didn't think you were rich."

"You know, my parents are loaded."

You put a cigarette between your lips and shove the box down the depths of your bag, your dirty little secret hidden once again. Sirius knows because he's the only other idiot sportsman at your rink stupid enough to smoke at practice. "Weird brag."

"Well," —he bobs his head from left to right gently, inhaling sharply as he lights the end of his cigarette, breathing through it, "it would be if I spoke to them."

"Oh, shit. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he says, his cigarette held carelessly between his lips as he ushers you forward. He's much more careful about you, holding your arm in a gentle hand as he lights the end of your cigarette, and nodding encouragingly when you inhale, his eyes a stony grey where they meet yours. "I brought it up." His hand coasts briefly up to your shoulder before he takes a step back. "I like telling you things."

You lean against the wall and Sirius leans beside you. The outside of the rink is boring, a huge parking lot full of cars going in and out. Sirius' car, a dark cherry red oldsmobile with more scratches than paint, is parked not too far from where you're standing, a dent the size of a sledgehammer head in the driver's side that wasn't there before. "What happened to the vampmobile?" you ask.

"James. I bet you never would've guessed," he says sarcastically.

"I wouldn't have. He's a sweetheart. I'd be much more tempted to think you did it doing doughnuts on the industrial–"

Sirius cuts you off, flicking the tip of his cigarette with a put upon attitude, "I don't do doughnuts. You think so little of me, sweetpea."

He says sweetpea like you're the cutest thing on earth. You nudge him mildly and stub your cigarette out on top of the square black bin, half-smoked. "I better go home."

"Working tonight?"

"No, I finally have a night off. Got a ton of stuff I need to do, but it shouldn't take long." You lift your arms into the air and stretch your sore shoulders, angled away from him to avoid giving him a show of the world's ugliest yawn.

"Wanna get something to eat?"

You hurt your jaw trying to stop your yawn midway through, arms falling flat to your thighs. Sirius isn't looking at you, gaze on the vamp mobile, smoke curling like a ribbon between his fingers. He has nicely shaped hands, very boney in the sharp way but still rather inviting, when you think about it.

"Now?" you ask.

"Tonight. If you want to, I'll take you out." He takes another drag, eyes flaring in time with the ash. "Don't act like you don't know," he says through the exhale.

"Know what, Black?" you ask.

"That I'm mad for you."

You're suddenly and deeply aware of how you look, a mess after practice, hair straggled from its styling, face without any make up. There's nothing wrong with the way you look, but when you picture someone on Sirius' arm, it's never you. You fiddle with your jacket zipper, voice low, "I didn't know that."

"I don't believe you." He's not accusatory, simply stating a fact. Sirius stubs his cigarette out next to yours, black hair ruffled in the wind, the scent of him adrift. He smells like smoke, of course, but there's a nicer woodiness beneath it. "I'll take the way you're looking at me as a solid maybe. You can text me."

"No, I mean. Yeah. I mean–" You stammer as Sirius laughs warmly. "I'll text you. If you really are mad for me."

"Want me to prove it?" he asks.

Your lips part of their own accord. You look like a deer-in-the-headlights for sure, completely stopped by the implication. Even the thought of a kiss from his has your pulse capering hard. His hands cold from the rink pressed gently to the warmer stretch of your collar, slipping into the hemline, curling behind your neck as he steps close. You can't summon the kiss itself, too close to bursting, because what would you do? Where would you put your hands? Is there a specific place?

"Don't look so nervous," he murmurs, his eyebrows pinching ever so slightly together. "I'm not gonna jump you."

"It's not like that, I just don't know…"

"About us?" he asks. "That's why I'm trying to ask you on a date. You can make your mind up about us and I'll help you bulk for sectionals."

"I don't need bulking," you say.

He laughs. "No, you're perfect. Beside your bad habit, that is. We have that in common." Sirius steps forward, pauses. "Can I kiss your cheek?"

His asking is the last straw. You're melted like a slush curl.

"Yeah," you say weakly.

Sirius kisses your cheek gently, and then he tucks his face against the side of your head and gives you a hug. "Text me, yeah? If you want." He peels back to grin at you. "I have to go back in. Elite league won't win itself. Talk to you later, doll."

You watch him retreat back into the centre, not sure what you want to do first; text him, or smoke another cigarette. In the end, you decide against the cigarette. If he's really going to prove how mad he is for you, you don't want to taste like smoke.

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partycatty · 28 days

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I don’t know if you’re open to requests but me and my friend have this hc and I would like to see your rendition of it. The reader is stressed about their Algebra test coming up and since Johnny has a PhD in quantum mechanics and deals with that stuff, he offers to help. And as the reader is thinking on the problem Johnny gives them, they put the pencil in their mouth seductively but are unaware of it and Johnny gets a little… riled up. And you can take it from there :)

Love ya !! 🥰💜

ough i love me a big smart man

johnny cage > teach you a lesson

notes: my last fic took all of my mental strength for smut for now so it's only gonna be implied

[ masterlist ]

• damn you and your stubbornness, you're here trying to get your engineering degree and the class you put off all these years finally creeps up on you... and you hate math. thankfully, your best friend has a phd (which still baffles you when you think about it too much; not that he's stupid, more that it's so out of left field for him that you thought he was joking when he first told you).

• knocking on his door, he answers so quickly you wonder if he tumbled down the stairs to answer you in record time. he was always ready to do anything you asked of him, so you knew he was the right person to go to

• you explain the situation, about how you're teetering on the edge of just tearing your textbooks apart with your teeth before he slows you down with his hands on your shoulders.

• johnny ushers you in, welcoming you to his dining room after sweeping the various accumulation of stuff littering every surface to a degree.

• johnny's smarter than you gave him credit for, focusing on his well-articulated lecture but you find yourself missing the middle portion of his lessons when his veiny arms are exposed as he rolls up his shirt. his hands were so defined, so strong...

• "are you even listening?" he groans dramatically, waving said head in front of your face. "you wanna pass this class or not?"

• you swallow thickly, though the subject is still shamefully fuzzy in your mind. nodding slowly, johnny pinches the bridge of his nose before resuming.

• "maybe this'll be easier if we..." he leans over your seated form, towering over you as he flips your notes to a blank page over your shoulder. "here." he writes an example equation, a relatively easy one so he could break it down for you.

• shaking the dirty thoughts, you try to pick the equation apart, separating what you know is in the correct order of operations, but you're stumped when the denominators don't add up like they should.

• the tip of your pencil brushes against your bottom lip as your brows knit in thought. it swiped across the width of your lip, pushing in ever so slightly against your teeth as you desperately try to find a way past the confusion.

• johnny falls eerily silent, fists clenching as he breathing feels hot and heavy down your neck. he rubs his face, circling the table with a long sigh. the noise draws your attention, completely oblivious to how tight his pants were from the display.

• "sorry," you sheepishly look down at the paper. "this is... a lot."

• "no... no! you're fine!" johnny snaps himself back to reality at your puppy eyed expression, like his desperation for you was somehow your fault when it was really his for not knowing how to keep things in control.

• you feel smaller as you sink into the chair, trying to retrace your steps through the numbers. instinctively, the pencil finds its way to your mouth again and you gently suck on the shortened eraser, your tongue pressing against the head of it as the multiplication takes its time in your mind.

• johnny chokes on air, punching his chest to hide his flustered face. he can't even look at you or you might notice the steam from his ears.... why were you here again?

• "you're not helping," you remind him teasingly, and he jogs to your side with a cool breath to regulate his temperature. "did i do this right?"

• johnny leans down, his chin almost on your shoulder as he inspects your work. the error stands out to him at lightning speed and he pulls at your wrist, abruptly tugging the pencil from your mouth and slamming it against the table.

• "there," he huffs out, circling the error with his finger. "five over nine. not nine over five." his eyes flick between the back of your head and the pencil, and the way the eraser shines. he might pass out if he thinks too hard about it.

• he should've picked an easier equation so you'd stop thinking so damn hard about this, he thinks. the pencil wanders back between your lips and it's when you bite down on the pink tip his flat palm slaps the table, making everything rattle. you jump and look up with a shocked expression.

• "can you... not." he breathes, cheeks red and brows furrowed.

• "not... what?" you look down, maybe you had a bad habit in the math process?

• "don't do that." he's being vague, it's getting on your nerves.

• "you're gonna have to be clearer."

• "keep that thing away from your mouth," johnny points at your fingers twirling the pencil, an accusatory finger firm like he caught it committing a crime.

• "the pencil?" you're caught off guard, wondering what his issue is.

• "yes, the damn pencil!" he groans, running a hand down his face. "can't think straight for a single second when you're... you know."

• it clicks in your head, what he's asking of you. it flusters you but also fills you with an egotistical desire. you always had a lingering crush on your best friend, but you never wanted to act on it out of fear of losing the best thing that ever happened to you. johnny's deep, dark voice makes your core stir as you think about the possibilities, how to test the waters from here.

• you slowly place it flat against your tongue, trying to ignore the taste as you relish in the way johnny twitches his eye at the sight. he wants to look away but you're forcing him to, that knowing glint fatal for his heart. the thought of your tongue holding the heavy weight of his thumb, or worse, his dick, is driving him up the wall.

• johnny stomps beside you, grabbing your wrist and pulling the pencil away, managing to throw it out of your grasp and capturing your lips with his own as the pencil rolls off on its own adventure.

• his kiss is consuming, far too much for your mind as you grow dizzy at the loss of breath. his hands pull at your face and neck, trying to squish your face against his as he swallows every whimper and gasp for breath you expel.

• just as he pulls away to get oxygen, his thumb slides between your lips and presses against your tongue, your hot and heavy breath driving him wild.

• "are you really trying to do this to me?" he asks as your lips wrap around his finger, sucking gently. his eyes flutter shut and he groans, nodding downward with his head.

• "maybe," you quietly reply through his finger, sinking to your knees in front of him, sliding your hands up his outer thighs. you're perfectly in line with his crotch, but your eyes are too busy admiring the flustered actor above you as he looks down his nose. he pulls his thumb away, groaning at the thin trail of saliva that falls down your lip from the loss.

• "i'll teach you a lesson," he reaches for his belt buckle, the clinking of metal dulling every sense but your hearing.

• you can study later... probably.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut #marley writes ☆

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rockstvrdotcom · 11 months

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❁ // YANDERE! EYELESS JACK SFW + NSFW HCS

synopsis: ej is sosososoosoososooo inlove with you— literally fell for u the second he saw u and he knew he couldn't let anyone else have you

that jtk yandere hcs request sparked smth in me..

tw/cw: noncon, stalking, kidnapping, ej has multiple tongues lol, begging, overstimulation, rough sex, ej gives u brain 😛, dumbification.. (i think), marking, being tied up, breeding kink

SFW

- you had caught ej on his mission, you were a heavily trained cia member and were often assigned to serial killers; he was much more stronger than you. he easily overpowered you and knew he couldn't let you go.

- but he didn't want to kill you, he was taken aback by your beauty. he brought you back to the mansion and held you captive, caring for you no matter what profanities you spat at him, or how many times you uselessly throwed punches and scratched his face.

- called you stupid but cute lil pet names— sometimes just straight up called you pet. calls you sweetheart, darling, my love, angel, princess; all of that cute corny stuff.

- loves to see you in his shirts, forces you to wear them even if its just a simple plain black shirt.

- gets furious whenever you mention leaving him or the mansion, or when you mention that you have a life and a boyfriend to go back to. he doesn't tell you he's already killed your boyfriend— and everybody else close to you, he's afraid you'll hate him forever. he screams at you, telling you that all you need is him and nothing else.

- if you ever mention leaving him or ever mention your family, job, or boyfriend; he'll sometimes leave you isolated for days (or something else..) no food nor water, chained up to your shared bed. he shows you how life would really be like if you didn't have in.

- totally accidentally killed your boyfriend, cooked him and fed him to you.. to this day you still have no idea.

- very attentive

NSFW

- whenever you mention leaving him or mention anything outside of your life with him, he'd typically leave you in a dark room for days with nothing. but on special occasions.. he'll bend you over the bed and fuck you senseless, making you chant his name. he pounds into you until the only thing on your mind is him; and how much you love him.

- loves to make you beg for him during sex. or just anywhere- it makes him so hard when you beg in a whiny voice and look up to him, pleading. (he towers over you).

"fuck... jack, please slow down. it's too much—" he cuts you off by putting his hand around your throat. you can't remember how many times you've orgasmed already. you sobbed; in both pleasure and overstimulation. you feel him throbbing inside of you, and it feels like heaven.

"i won't stop until you admit that you are mine, my love."

- eats you out.. alot. literally almost every day. hes obsessed with the taste of you. your legs are almost always hoisted up onto his shoulders while he uses his tongues to pleasure you in a way you've never felt before.

- his dick is 7 inches dont play w me.

- obsessed with tying you up, also likes to carve, draw or tattoo his name/initials on you; especially on your thighs, ass and sometimes right above or next your pussy. it's his way of showing you that you belong to him— and so does your cunt.

- has a very prominent breeding kink. constantly talks about putting his babies in you so you can't ever leave him.

your hands were tied to the headboard of your guys' bed, the bed creaking; it sounded as if it was about to crack. ej was deep inside of you, grunting and growling like a feral animal. his teeth were sunken into your neck as he endlessly talked about cumming inside of you and you won't ever be able to leave him if you have his kids.

"you'll be the perfect mother, sweetheart." 💗

- loves to fondle with your tits and grip at your thighs. it's his favorite part of your body; he often leaves marks all over them or writes/carves his name onto them.

- during sex, he's either making love to you or fucking you so hard you're unable to walk for days. when you've made him happy or anything else he would typically praise you for, it's as sweet and romantic as it could possibly get. when you've made him upset or angry? your left on the bed with his cum leaking out of your pussy, your legs so unbelievably sore.

- makes you cockwarm him while he's doing 'work'. he loves the feeling of your warm walls around his cock.

i hope u guys enjoyed this one! tips/writing advice is very appreciated!

#eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #ej creepypasta #smut #eyeless jack smut #creepypasta smut #yandere #yandere hcs

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paradoxbeta · 17 days

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WHO IS EOC? i am very curious now!!!

>:) okay SO

tumblr picture formatting is utter garbage and i dont want these to take up too much space so im cramming these drawings into one row (or not if this crapsite breaks on me, because it seems to be REALLY fighting me on this, so if it ends up not making a nice little picture row know that i tried my best). but this is effigy of composure!

he has a couple problems, but the big one is that his superstructure has a terrible parasite situation. the parasites are flat, thin, and able to make it into grooves and pipes the inspectors cant reach. flushing out doesnt do much to dislodge them and they breed faster than they can be killed, so theyve happily made their homes in this sheltered, food-rich haven (to the obvious distress and horror of the host iterator). originally the concept for these parasites were much closer to centipedes and had the placeholder name "synapcipedes," but ive since started leaning more towards an obvious tapeworm motif for them because its gross and i enjoy it morbidly. it also has some pretty cursed implications if you think about it for too long which i have decided are funny/really disgusting/so stupid that they have to stay. i still flipflop between considering them centipedes vs tapeworms though and i dont think thatll ever be rigidly defined. the ambiguity is nice to toy with

on the top 10 list of "things that are not fun" having turbo worms has to be somewhere up there, so eoc has it *rough,* and kind of sort of eventually barrels off into the deep end because of it. his futile attempts to clean his own structure are frustrating enough, and the constant feeling of bugs crawling all over the inside of his body (which only gets progressively worse with time) does no favors either. however, the real big reason why he mentally declines is just because there's a ton of centi-worm things eating like fire through his neurons and other what-have-yous that iterators need to think and function. i think if he only got hit with one of these 3 things then he might have been able to hang onto his sanity, but with the triple combo he doesn't really stand a chance of doing much except stalling his functional death. which is good on him because if i was an iterator and my overseers told me i had a structure infestation, my mental health would have just preemptively swan dived off a bridge before anything even happened

anyhow, exponential parasite population growth meant exponential increase in all this other fun stuff, which means the time from the beginning of the infection to the time eoc is considered officially gone is startlingly short (for iterators, at least). it still took quite the while because losing your marbles is a loonnnng process, but still, yikes. its unfortunate because eoc was a real jokester pre-everything, and a cool guy to talk to. he was one of those people who could come up witty comments for anything like hed been ripped from the script of a sitcom. oh yeah, also, should have mentioned this earlier, but he ends up accidentally amassing a scavenger cult mid-insanity which goes hilariously bad because he's barely aware it's happening. nothing really works out for this poor iterator.

tldr: eoc gets parasites, they erode his brain, he goes nuts about it, (accidentally amasses a cult,) dies

#thank you for asking!#oc: eoc #rainworld #my art #ask #tw parasites #his complexity rating is low because he loses personality during/after the whole insanity thing #and also because he really only existed as the crux for the scavenger cult until recently #he became more of a character and less of a background plot device #why is the readmore broken wtf

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inkykeiji · 7 months

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all wrongs do me right

characters: kawata souya x fem!reader x kawata nahoya

genre: smut with the tiniest sprinkle of angst

notes: i haven’t been able to get the kawata twins out of my head since the first episode of season three so here’s an icky lil piece about souya jerking off to nahoya fucking his girlfriend! as always please heed the warnings and stay safe! | title credit: taste of you by rezz ft. dove cameron

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, souya is a nasty little virgin, traces of twincest if you can read between the lines, stuffy humping, masturbation, voyeurism aka jerking it to a poor unwitting couple (or are they? muahaha), implied rough sex, slight daddy kink with nahoya

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Souya feels fucking sick.

It’s something bitter and thick, something that coats the lining of his stomach and sours the back of his tongue, something that furls into a thick, hard lump and lodges itself in his throat.

It’s something he can’t fucking help.

Souya has barely spoken more than a handful of words to you—you, always so sweet, so nice, so kind to him; you, always desperately striving to include him in activities and conversations despite his unintentionally sharp edges and inherently callous tone; you, always gracious, never shameless, even in the face of his accidental offense—but he’s stained his stuffies and his sheets to you more times than he can count.

Tonight will be no different.

He should feel fucking disgusted in himself, he’s sure—he does feel fucking disgusted in himself, he thinks. But it’s not enough to stop him.

Nothing ever will be.

Even though his bedroom is all the way across the expanse of the flat, he can still hear you, every single time.

He swears if he listens hard enough, he can even hear that precious little gasp, caught somewhere between surprised pleasure and sharp pain, as his twin brother pushes his cock into you for the first time that night.

If he shuts his eyes tight enough, he can even imagine your back arching off the mattress as Nahoya fills you, each vertebra bending with each inch shoved into you, spine forming a perfect curve, hips inadvertently pushing downward, eager to meet Nahoya’s.

You must look so gorgeous—at least half as gorgeous as you sound, if not even more so. Souya wishes he could see you, just once—he thinks that would be enough to satiate the gnawing and clawing at the bottom of his ribs, maybe.

Maybe if he had a photo or two, or a short video, he wouldn’t be forced to resort to such deplorable methods every night; maybe he could even jerk off discreetly, stain his bedspread to the thought of you quietly and without any of your help, instead of encroaching on your privacy like this.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Because as much as he wishes it wasn’t, and as much as he tries to trick himself into believing it isn’t, this is a compulsion, an addiction, a creature raging out of his control, growing stronger and stronger with desire, with desperate need, every day.

Maybe he’s stupid to think it could ever be satisfied with anything less than your cunt. Maybe he’s stupid to think that it could even be satisfied at all, that this voracious, all-consuming craving isn’t eternally greedy, perpetually needy, that it’s hunger isn’t boundless and it’s yearning won’t grow once it gets a single taste of you.

A loud whine draws him out of his rumination, his cock twitching against his old stuffed shark in response, and he bucks his hips against it twice, smearing a webby streak of precum across the fuzzy material, its fur gone all clumped and crusty from too many nights like these.

That whine in particular never fails to inspire a full flock of butterflies to flutter in his tummy, a half-stifled whimper of your name heavy on his tongue.

This is how it always starts; some aimless humping, lazy and languid with no real tempo, briefs already kicked to the foot of his bed in a crumpled little heap, hips squirming and writhing in erratic little motions as he rubs up against his stuffy—just teasing, really, exactly like what Nahoya’s currently doing to you.

It never stays like that for long, though.

Because Souya just can’t fucking wait—too eager, too desperate, too hungry to ever take his time with it at all, to indulge, to savour, to draw it out—and it always materializes into Souya curling a fist around his cock much too early, his other arm wrapped firmly around his stuffed shark as his hips roll and his hand works, the head of his cock grinding against the plushie, a leg thrown haphazardly over it.

It’s really fucking perverse.

But your moans are already climbing in pitch and frequency, too, meaning Nahoya has already traversed past his tantalizing and is moving on to something a little more satisfying.

As expected.

By this point, Souya’s such a seasoned pro that he knows the general pattern and rhythm of your whimpers and moans and mewls, the general pace and timing of his brother’s fucking, that he can stroke his cock in the same manner.

If he focuses hard enough, closes his eyes and hones his concentration, he can almost imagine it’s him fucking you instead. It wouldn’t be all that different, would it? His cock’s half an inch shorter than Nahoya’s, but it’s a little girthier, which Souya thinks probably makes up for it.

He’s sure it wouldn’t feel all that unusual to you; not when he has Nahoya’s style and pattern of fucking so memorized that he’s sure he could imitate it pretty well, given the chance. How much different could it be, really? They are twins, after all—he bets with a blindfold on, you might not even be able to tell the difference at all.

Maybe. Maybe not. He sure would like to find out, though.

A stab of guilt sears through his stomach, chased by sick thorns of pleasure sprouting in his gut, the fisting of his cock accelerating. He’s not sure Nahoya would take too kindly to Souya thinking of you in such a manner. He’s not sure he cares.

Because it all feels so good, head gone cloudy with a thick haze of hedonism, smothering any flickers of remorse, consuming them and adding to the sheer exhilaration of it all.

Pathetic little noises keep leaking through the gaps of his teeth and the seam of his lips no matter how stubbornly he tries to silence them, pulled from his throat with each swift tug of his hand.

He can’t hear much of what Nahoya’s saying to you, his voice too muted to be anything other than an indistinct rumble undertowing your precious little sounds, but whatever it is, you’re eating it up.

“Please, please, pl-please,” you’re begging in response to whatever his niichan just said, needy and strained, and his cock throbs violently in his palm.

“Please, please, please,” Souya’s rasping out in tandem, stroking his cock in hard, fast, thorough yanks, in perfect time with the fractured words his brother is fucking out of you.

It’s really cute, how increasingly sloppy you get the more Nahoya fucks you, twining your words together with threads of saliva, all slurred and messy. Nahoya gets that way when he’s close, too. Souya thinks it’s kind of nice, the way the two of you match like that.

It’s all so insanely hot, and every once in a while Souya gets extra lucky, fortunate enough to capture a smattering of words from his big brother—never anything more than a handful, just tatters of a single sentence—but his stomach swoops every time he hears that assertive amusement dyed with patronization, Nahoya’s voice husky and edges of his letters gone wispy with breathlessness, Souya’s cock pulsing hotly as another rush of blood surges southward.

“—Wanna be—little fucktoy?”

“I wanna,” you’re gasping out. “I wan’it s’bad!”

Christ, how can someone be so fucking sweet and so fucking sexy at the same time? It’s an intoxicating combination, one that goes straight to his cock, one that twists a feverish warmth in his gut and pulls his muscles stiff and taut.

“Yeah, yeah, take it,” Souya mumbles into his stuffed shark, the rocking of his hips speeding up as he hastily fucks his fist, words tapering off into a gravelly whine, almost as if he’s pleading. “Ta-Take m’cock.”

Nahoya murmurs something else, voice too low for Souya to make out anything other than the notes of sadistic glee steeped in his tone, but you cry out an affirmative in reply, the yelp jostled by Nahoya’s snapping hips.

“S’good, Daddy, s’good, your cock is so good,” you nearly sob, chanted out like it’s a fucking prayer, garbled and soaked with spit, fading into an airy little mewl.

“Fuck, f-fuck,” Souya’s hips stutter, that heat in his belly blazing, curse snarled out through his nostrils in a harsh, stammered breath. “Ha-ah, fuck.”

The expletive breaks on his tongue, jagged and high, and Goddamn it, Goddamn it—

He has to keep it down, for God’s sake—he knows this, knows that, logically, if he can hear you two, then you two can probably hear him, too.

The thought sends a vile thrill shooting through his gut, palm squeezing the head of his cock, the ball of his thumb rubbing across it in slow, lopsided circles, doing little to stifle his rapidly building orgasm, fervour coiling in his belly. An exceptionally loud grunt—much too loud to be discreet, that’s for sure—pries its way past his lips, rough and ragged and full of razors.

And God, he’s so gross, he’s so fucking gross, and can you hear him? Huh? Can you hear him? He hopes you can hear him.

Can you hear him, fucking himself to just the sound of you? Can you hear him, humping away at his old stuffed animals like the dirty little virgin he is, pretending it’s your body, your hip, your thigh? Can you hear him, fragments of your name slicing his tongue, tangling in his drool, never the full thing, shards bitten back and swallowed down to fester in his heart, to feed the animal living inside his ribcage?

Can Nahoya?

What does Nahoya think? How does Nahoya feel about his baby brother jerking his cock every time his niichan fucks his girlfriend, without fail, like fucking clockwork? Would he be disgusted, or did he get that same sordid gene Souya did—that knack for the naughty, for the nasty, for the downright nauseating?

They are twins, after all.

Another spear of guilt pierces his chest, radiating sparks of euphoria through his limbs, wicked little flares that leave his blood fizzing and tummy smoldering, adding to the dull, dense heat collecting in the pit.

He should feel worse about all of it, he thinks. He should feel worse about the utter disrespect he’s showing to the both of you, but he doesn’t. It’s hard to feel anything at all other than the push and pull, the tug-of war between rhapsody and repulsiveness, one only working to fuel and heighten the other.

Thick cords of drool are dribbling from the corners of his mouth now, panted out with his hot breath and his whimpered words, rolling along his jaw and dripping, slow and sticky, to puddle in the ridges of his pillowcase. Are you this filthy, too, when Nahoya fucks you?

You’re getting close now, he can tell, moans catching on Nahoya’s rough, fast thrusts and shattering into choked little gasps.

You’re trying to get his name out, and God, it’s so fucking cute, adorable little Naho-Nahoy-Naho!’s spilling from your throat in a single continuous stream, juddered by his big brother’s plunging hips.

Would you sound just as pretty trying to get Souya’s name out?

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Nahoya’s panting out, voice still tinged with that trademark teasing tone, almost as if he’s egging you on, a question of if that’s all you got infused into his words.

A threat is uttered, something about hurrying and making a mess on Daddy’s cock, and Souya coughs around the spit pooling beneath his tongue, wheezing out strands of saliva smudged and gauzy across his stuffy.

Because Christ, you’re so obedient, so keen to please, a chain of jagged affirmations pouring past your lips punctuated with the sweetest sounds of effort, your dedication to his big brother so fucking sexy, your dedication to his big brother rivaling his own.

A growl rumbles behind his ribs, and Souya shoves his face in his stuffy, teeth sinking into the cotton flesh in an attempt to muffle the sound.

His jaw already hurts from being clenched so tightly, a stiff ache that has settled deep within the straining hinges, something he’ll spend half an hour massaging out tomorrow morning.

But right now it doesn’t matter, not when that ball of heat is roiling in his gut, curling tighter and tighter and tighter with each quick pump of his fist, teetering on the edge of an explosion.

It’s as though he can’t jerk himself fast enough, hips twitching in quick little motions, sloppy and irregular and so, so fucking eager, into his own grasp, fucking his slippery palm.

His breath stutters as he tries to quiet himself, desperate to hear you cum, harsh erratic exhales huffed out against the synthetic fur of his shark humid against his upper lip, leaving behind tiny beads of condensation.

A whine splinters in his chest, eyes shut tightly as tears crystalize at the corners, his lungs swelling painfully with stagnated breath while his teeth burrow further into the plush of his stuffed animal, a pitiful attempt to starve off his impending orgasm.

He doesn’t want to cum before you, not again.

Drops of sweat are streaming from his brow and catching in his lashes, his curls saturated with salt and clinging in cute little swirls to his temples and the nape of his neck.

You’re so close, moans climbing higher and higher, louder and louder, faster and faster, and only a few more moments now, he only needs to hold out for a few more moments and then—

And then you’re crying out Nahoya’s name, breathless and beautiful, and Souya’s spilling his seed all over his knuckles and his sheets and the soft fur of his stuffy, hot and sticky and so, so much, groaning in time with his brother as he fills your cunt with his cum, Nahoya’s slurred out good, good, y’did s’good for me, baby forcing another weak spurt of cream to cascade over Souya’s fingers, cock jolting painfully.

He doesn’t stop jerking his cock until it’s too much, until each drag of his fist sends heavy tremors of overstimulation rippling through his flesh, until his thrusts are nothing more than pathetic little ruts, every brush of his cockhead against his stuffed animal causing him to suck a hiss through his teeth.

It starts to creep over him then, that dense film of shame grimy on his skin, that leaden block of guilt acrid in the pit of his stomach, nausea swelling in his chest and up his throat to sit, biting and bitter, on the back of his tongue.

It’ll fuse to him as he sleeps, seeping into his tissues, through his blood and his bones to root, to rot, at the very core of his soul, infesting and infecting, every bit of his being.

And when he sees you tomorrow morning, bright and beautiful despite being stained with his brother’s hands, bruises and bite marks peaking out from beneath Nahoya’s baggy t-shirt, it will reignite, that creature re-awoken, starved for any small piece of you it can devour—a soft smile, a sweet giggle, the brush of fingertips as they pass syrup or the knocking of knees beneath the table.

And Souya’s not sure he’ll ever be able to tame it.

#kawata souya x reader #kawata souya smut #kawata souya x you #kawata twins smut #souya x reader x nahoya #kawata nahoya x reader #kawata nahoya smut #kawata nahoya x you #kawata twins x reader #kawata brothers x reader #eeeeeeeeeeee genuinely we are so far past brain rot they're eating through my skull

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tomb-of-madeline · 5 months

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Hiiii!! I really enjoyed the bird daughters comic. I think its very creative and very neat but i also feel like theres a depth to it that i cant quite reach. I hope i dont sound too cliche or too stupid, but i really do want to know. What was the meaning behind it? What is the purpose of the message? For what reason did u create it? Its just a very unique kind of story, i think, and id like to know what inspired u and what are the hidden themes and motifs of it. Thank u!!

Thank you for reading and thinking about my comic! I am sure you are capable of understanding Bird Daughters and I value your thoughts and interpretations.

I’ll talk a little bit about what I was thinking while making this comic. Sometimes, my process is imagining a horrible little guy and then thinking about how she lives and what she does. That is the inspiration for Tern, the conflict of her monstrosity and her desires. Her ability to imagine the life she wants and her passivity about actually changing. I imagine her father as isolated and paranoid and surrounded only by his daughters. Daughters who have only passing interest in understanding the realities of their father’s subjects. I am thinking about a very lonely woman who fantasizes about having a boyfriend. I also wanted to make something with sex and violence after working on kids books for 5 years... I also like to draw monster women tormenting men...

My inspiration comes for a lot of sources, but more specifically I was doing a reread of wolf hall that was started after a reread of a place of greater safety. Which began after reading Rose of Versailles for the first time. I was also reading through the book of the new sun, and how can you not read that and want to make up your own horrible little guy.

Anyway, thank you for reading my ramblings, I will go get my MFA and return in a few years and be better at talking about themes and stuff. I’ve been very pleased by the response to this comic on here. It’s heartening to know that after all the years there are still a lot of people on tumblr who read and enjoy comics.

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bookishdreamer28 · 6 months

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✧.* 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 ��.*

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Summary: You and Satoru knew each other since you were kids. And you simply hated each other. The reason why? You just couldn't stand each other's presence. As the years passed on and you were getting older, the hatred was still there. But when one day your life is in danger, it's the first time in so long, that Satoru knew true fear.

Genre: Angst to fluff, hate to love

Warning: swearing, violence,I think that's all :3

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Y/N and Satoru were just two little kids when they first met each other. And ever since then, they never, not even once, got along with each other. Every time they were in the same place, either this was in school or a park, they were ready to throw hands. No one could tell why these two were being like this.

"Satoru stop, you're ruining my drawing." Y/N exclaimed and looked at Satoru disapprovingly. "You're ruining my drawing." Satoru said mockingly. "As if you know how to draw. The only thing you do is drawing butterflies, houses and any other stupid thing you find nice."

"You're so dump you can't even draw a circle, so don't talk." Y/N poked her tongue out to him and turned around to continue her drawing. Satoru stared at her for a minute, and went to grab Y/N drawing but once she noticed she slapped his hand, and of course, they started fighting.

━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━

After some years, Y/N and Satoru still had this hatred between them. They could never stop teasing, fighting and mocking each other. They were in high school, and Satoru was playing basketball woth Suguru while Y/N was talking to shoko. When Satoru's eyes fell on Y/N he smirked and stopped playing.

"Dude, stop staring ar your crush and pay attention to the game. It's not like we have all the time in the world to enjoy some good quality time away from training." Suguru said, exhaustion in his voice after all this hard and long training regarding curses and stuff.

"Yeah yeah don't worry I won't-" Satoru after some time he, finally, looked away from Y/N. "WHAT DID YOU SAY? CRUSH? WHAT ME AND HER? AS IF!" Satoru yelled and strated walking away. Suguru was laughing and the girls were looking at the boys with a questionable expression.

Y/N heard loud and clear what Satoru said, but she didn't want to spend any more time talkingsome sense into him, since this is what she's been doing for years. She's so fed up with Toru's ass. "Girl, you're staring. Again." Shoko's voice shook her out of her thoughts. "So what? It doesn't mean anything. Besides, how can I Not stare at this big head, full ego and stupidity. I can guarantee you, that in this one, you'll find only a very small nut. Nothing else."

She said the last few sentences louder, just to rile up Satoru for once more. Unfortunately or fortunately, it was something unavoidable. Satoru turned slowly toward her, rubbing the brow as if to ward off a headache. "You can never shut up, can you? After all this time and you still can't make this mouth of yours shut completely." Satoru said with a raised voice full of anger. And that was all it took to make Y/N to srand up and march right up to him. "Oh so I sould My mouth? How about I shut yours instead since you're the one who talks sh*t all the time." And here they were again, fighting like there was no tomorrow, with Shoko and Suguru trying to hold back their laugh, and stay as far away as possible from them. Oh yeah, they knew too much.

━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━

After a few more years

Y/N POV

A lot of things have changed. The world feels like it's at its peak, Suguru left us, more curses are making an appearance. But throughout all this, one haven't changed at all. And that is my ...relationship with Toru. It feels like yesterday when me and Satoru first met each other. And after all this time, nothing has changed. Yes, the hate is still there. Every time he opens this damn mouth. This damn, kissable mouth of his. All I want to do is to slap this cocky smirk away from his face, and kiss him.

I hate that I feel this way. Hate.It. I'm hoping that whatever has gotten into me, will stop already. As I was thinking all these, I was unpacking a few things I got with me, since me and Shoko thought of having a girls night. It was night outside and Shoko was already making dinner, while I was looking for movies to watch. While I was searching, I heard a ringing from Shoko's phone. Shoko left the kitchen and picked it up.

"What do you want Satoru?" At the mention of his name, I paid attention to the conversation instead of looking for movies. What does this jerk want now? I stood up and approached Shoko, in order to hear what he was saying.

"Oh hello to you too! How I'm doing? I'm good thanks for asking." Satoru said in a sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes and Shoko watched me with playful expression.

"Hm ok now Satoru, will you please tell me what do you want in the middle of the night? You're interrupting our girls night."

"Girls night? Oh! Is angry kitty there? What an honor to have such a delightful presence in your home." He said laughing. Ok that's it. I grabbed the phone from Shoko's hand and went back to the living room.

"You called just to make me angry again or do you actually have something important to say?" I sat on the couch and laid back.

"Oh come on, no matter how many times you deny it, you do love listening to my voice." I didn't need to his face in order to know that he was smirking.

"Oh f*ck you."

"Would you?"

Did he really just- oh how I wish I could slap his ego straight out of him.

"Don't you have anything better to do than wasting my time by being a sarcastic asshole as always?" I said angrily.

"Oh trust me I do have better things to do. In fact, now that you mentioned it, I'm going on a date." I don't know why but I felt a weird feeling in my stomach when he said that. On a date? Why would he even say that to me? I took a breath and sat on the my bed. "Oh really? You? On a date? Well that's suprising. I don't know what worse honestly. Fighting curses or dating you?"

"Well good thing you're not the one dating me then." His voice raised a little.

"Yeah good thing." I added.

"Well...bye." he hanged up on me. I lowered the phone and stared at it for a good while. What the heck was wrong with him? Never mind, what the heck was wrong with Me? Why did I even care about him going on a date all of a sudden? I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

I went and gave Shoko's phone back to her. "That bad?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, are you down That bad for him?" She said smiling. Ooh no, I did not have time for this shit again. "Shoko, honey, I really don't need this right now." "Hey, relax. What happened?" Shoko approached and hugged my side. I exhaled and rested my head on her shoulder. "You know. The usual. Gojo Satoru getting on my nerves for once again." "Yeaaah right. The usual." Shoko had this idiot smirk on her face again.

"Anyways, could me do me a small favor please? I need a few more ingredients I forgot to buy on myway home. Could you please and pick them up real quick?" "Ok sure." I said.

"Oh great! Thanks girl." Shoko kissed my cheek and went back to the kitchen. I grabbed the keys and my coat and went outside. The weather was really cold and I felt goosebumps all over my body. While I was walking, I felt something strange. It felt I was being watched by someone. Something. Without a single warning, I felt a force hitting me and my body was instantly on the ground. I was in so much pain and when I tried to get up, hands wrapped around my neck squeezing it. I got terrified when I saw what had caught me. It was a curse. A damn curse. I tried to kick it as hard as I could, but it was no use. It's hand squeezed harder and I felt even more weaker. I thought I was going to passed out. My vision became blurry and I couldn't stay awake anymore.

And before I knew it, the curse's hands left my neck and I fell on my knees coughing. I couldn't make out who was fighting the curse. I felt my eyes closing and a voice screaming my name repeatedly.

.........

Satoru POV

After my 'delightful' conversation with Y/N, I decided to go for a walk, in order to get her out of my mind. Or at least try. There was no date. I wasn't going to meet with anyone. Ionly wanted to make her...i don't know. I just wanted to rile her up again. Make her mad. But my intention was not to push her away even further from me. Every time I fail to show her that what I want is to just tease her. Cause truth is I enjoy it. She's so fucking adorable when she has this pouty face of hers. Lately, all I've been thinking was her. Oh who am I kidding. I've always been thinking of her. Day and night, she was consuming my mind. And I did not like this at all. I mean, I hated her right? Right? I sighed and kept walking, but I stopped once I heard a scream. What? What the heck is going on? I followed the sound and what I spotted made my blood ran cold. And it was the first time, I knew true fear. I've never felt more scared than now.

Y/N. The curse. I felt myself going crazy. " I will f*cking destroy you." I screamed and destruction erupted.

~~~~~

Once the fight came to an end, I turned towards Y/N, who was unconscious on the ground. "Y/N. Y/N!" I ran to her and took her body in my arms. I hugged her close to me and tried to stay calm, but seeing her in this state made me want to destroy every single fucker who could be a threat to her. And i won't hesitate in doing so. But none of this mattered now. The only thing I wanted was for Y/N to open her pretty eyes and look at me. I stood up with Y/N in my arms and decided to head home to take care of her.

Once I arrived home, I went to my room and laid Y/N's body on my bed. I laid next to her and brushed a few strands of her hair out of the way.

"Come on sweetheart. Open those eyes for me. You're okay. I'm here and i wont let anyhting or anyone hurt you now. Please, just please, wake up." My voice was shaking. I brushed my hand through her hair and kissed her cheek softly. Suddenly, I felt movement and when I looked back at her, I saw those pretty eyes looking up at me. Those eyes, that for years I've been seeing even in my dreams.

"There you are. How are you feeling?" I cooed and stroked her cheek with my thump. I felt like I was about to sob but I tried to hold back. Her hand touched mine and held it there. My breath hitched. And without noticing, my mouth left a whimper. Relieved that she was here. In my arms. With me.

"You saved me." She said hoarsely, as if she couldn't believe it. "Why wouldn't I save you?" I chuckled and brought her body closer to mine. "I don't know." She said with a small voice. "You know, I thought I wasn't going to see you again. Or hear this incredibly annoying voice of yours." Said while smiling a little.

"Nah I wouldn't let you get away this easily." Gosh this girl will be the death of me. After all this, and she's here making jokes already. I'm screwed. And I was fully aware of it for years.

"I really can't get away." She whispered "I thought you hated me. Why would you even bother protecting me?"

I took a shaking breath. "When you love something, you pretect it." And there it was. No hesitation. No more hiding feelings. No more fights. And no more pretending. Her eyes widened and stared at me as if she saw ghost.

"...Oh....wow." She exhaled.

"You have no idea how scared I was. When I saw you getting hurt, I- I couldn't feel anything. I felt numb an-" When I saw tears running down her face, with no hesitation, I hugged her and she did the same. We stayed like this for minutes and when we turned to face each other, and both whispered, "I love you" at the same time. We started leaning closer and our lips brushed, before we finally kissed. I have never felt more alive.

~~~~~~

Satoru and Y/N kissed like their life dependent on it. Satoru's brows furrowed and he started kissing her passionately. Their hands were exploring each other. Holding each other. They needed this. They needed each other more than they thought they would. They were each other's home. And after years of trying to deny these feelings, they finally gave in.

After their lips detached, they were both unable to open their eyes for a few moments. Satoru ran his thump over Y/N's lips and whispered an 'I love you' before kissing her again. Y/N smiled through the kiss and hugged his body close to hers. Satoru moaned at the feeling of her lips touching his again, and when he, after a long time, let go, he leaned his forehead to hers. "I've been wanting to do this-" he signed "for so damn long sweetheart." Y/N's heart melted at his words and smiled. "I'm all yours, Toru. I just want to be yours now." Hearing you call him Toru made his stomach bursting with butterflies. "I trust you with parts of myself I'm afraid to show anyone else. You're it for me, Y/N. You're it. For me." He said breathless.

Hearing him saying all these, felt like a dream. A dream that she didn't want to end. Cause all this was so unreal but so magical and beautiful.

"So.....how about one more kiss?" Y/N asked sweetly and touched Satoru's face.

"O-ONE? MORE LIKE THOUSANDS OF KISSES!" He grabbed her face and kissed her like her lips were the pnly thing that kept him sane.

╰┈➤ After a few hours

"Can't believe we fell in love. I swore I would never become this trope." Y/N had her head on Satoru's chest and he was rubbing her arms.

"Well who doesn't love a good cliche?" Satoru added smirked while Y/N rolled her eyes at him smiling. Then I heard a ringing from my phone, and decided to go pick it up. "Noooo stay here. Whoever it is will stop calling, just come back." Toru whined. "Oh don't be baby, I'll be back in a minute." I kissed his lips and went to pick up the phone.

"WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU? WHAT HAPPENED?" Shoko was yelling frantically. Oh shit I completely forgot her. I decided to skip the whole curse part, and finally tell her about me and Toru.

"Hey sorry for this girl. I just got caught up with something."

"OR MORE LIKE SOMEONE." Toru said from behind me. He approached me and tickled me a little before he actually hugged me.

"FINALLYWHAT TOOK YOU SO LOOONG?!"

. . . . . ╰──╮╭──╯ . . . . .

Hope you'll enjoy reading it and thank you sm for liking my previous post too ♡♡

Author's note: I must say I'm really satisfied with this one shot. I think it's way better than the first one and I had so much fun writing it 🙌

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It’s that time of year so I gotta ask;

What Christmas gifts do you see the Creeps getting for each other if they did or were capable of celebrating Christmas?

BEAUTIFUL ASK BEAUTIFUL ASK OK IM EXCITED. merry christmas guys :)

btw: the proxies, natalie, nina, and jack are often in contact

liu, jeff, ben, jane, sally, lulu, and ann do their own thing with their own families (or theyre undead and cant comprehend time passing.. or have nobody...etc)

GIFTS:

brian would try to get something small for a lot of the creeps (the proxies, natalie, jack, nina). candy, candles, lighters, watches, pocket knives, etc

tim might give cards but like... he'd only get brian and maybe toby a real gift, again something like cologne or whatever 'manly' shit LOL. gloves etc

toby would try to get something bigger for his friends. he's petty so he'd get tim something like socks. but he'd steal makeup for nina, a bike he would fix up and paint for natalie, CDs and tapes and stuff for jack, hoodies and hats for Kate. he'd buy brian a gag shirt every goddamn year. something with a stupid quote or ugly photo. every. year. brian eats it up everytime. also gets ben gag gifts, but really cheap ones cuz he..doesnt really use anything... but he likes to laugh

kate doesn't get anyone anything, but she like. cries really easily when she receives something. not like bawling 'OMG THANK U' but like she sniffles and has to walk away (if they don't hug her first) and then come back to say thanks. toby thinks its hilarious so he'd never leave her out even if she doesn't get him something

jack would have to ask nina and natalie if he could use their address to order gifts from amazon with his dark web money..... natalie is a safer bet, but he doesnt trust her not to open her and toby's gift, so he sends that to nina, then ninas gift to natalie, and its kind of a pain in the ass. but he's hella awkward and just outright is like 'can you guys just tell me what you want' so he'll get them exactly what they ask for. even if its kind of expensive. he makes plenty of money ...

natalie only buys stuff for toby, nina, and jack. but she'll get cards for jeff, ben, and kate. she spends a lot of time in thrift stores to get toby and nina stuff specifically for their style and size, and would even learn to do basic tailoring (like hemming) for it. she'd also paint something for/with nina, but she'd feel awkward doing it for toby. she'd get jack candles and pillows and like.. stuff to make his cabin feel/smell nice. since he can't really see it. ALSO AUDIO BOOKS FOR HIM.

nina goes all out. she's broke as fuck during november/december cuz of it. she's buying expensive jewelry, perfume/cologne, hoodies, shoes, consoles. she was fucking SPOILED growing up by her dad, and loves giving it back. one year she'd be dramatic as fuck and buy a whole ass console for kate and toby at the cabin. then realize toby and kate now wont text her back cuz theyre fucking gaming. LMFAOOOO . she'd make a ton of kandi and paint shirts and write letters and stuff.

liu would buy nina something nice, flowers and earrings and hair products and stuff. he'd mail jane+mary a card and chocolates, visit his parents graves and go see some cousins/aunts/grandparents for the holidays. he'd be out of state for the holidays, every time. he can't stand to spend the holidays alone

jane goes all out with her family too. she spends christmas eve with her family(and brings mary), aka her grandparents and aunts/uncles. she spends christmas day with mary's family. she would send liu a card back out of respect. she'd also spoil sally. sally is completely content spending christmas alone while jane goes to mary's family, but jane sets up netflix and toys and dresses and stuff for her.

sally lives with jane/mary fulltime, but she refuses to go anywhere other than the forest and jane's house. she'll draw cards for jane and mary every year and help them decorate. jane is grateful for sally, since she doesn't know if she'd have it in her to decorate without a child's joy motivating her

jeff doesnt do shit. he gets kinda depressed and hangs out with ben. might snag a card and some chocolates for natalie, MAYBE. if he's still "with" nina, he'll steal random stuff for her but not take into account her actual tastes. but him and ben just sit around and game while jeff smokes and eats hella . LOL

ann, lulu, sadie, and dina don't celebrate at all. again, they're stuck in timeloops or constant hazes, or have legitimately no interest in the holiday

extra random stuff:

nina forces kate, toby, and natalie into ice skating every year. photo booths, driving to see christmas lights.

toby tries forcing everyone to go over to jack's cabin ..cuz he doesn't wanna invite them to his LMFAOOOO. he says it's nina and brian's idea, but he's the one who sets the date and texts invites. him, jack, and natalie put together some dinner and everyone just kinda hangs out and eats.

nina decorates the fuck out of her apartment and goes to toby's cabin to put up some stuff. she hangs mistle toe and literally nobody listens to the 'rule' but she's always like "omg...kateeee...you and i just so happen to be under the mistle toe... >.<... what now..?" LMFAOOO

anyway merry christmas and happy holidays guys :) have a good day luv u

#asks #creeped #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta #ticci toby #clockwork creepypasta #nina the killer #eyeless jack #kate the chaser #just tagging my faves.. ignoring the rest of yall ! !

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