#i was gonna make this pure angst

[moth-boi-lycan]

Got a little inspiration from a Donnie gif that @/sanfezu made. Idk where the hell this came from but my brain started braining and my hands started typing, so here:

T-C3ST DNI or I will rip your intestines out through your nose and then rip your heart out of your chest and use it to play wall-ball against your gravestone.

The Twin's Bond

(Hurt/comfort fic)

Twin senses are a powerful thing. One soul split in two. Feeling eachother's joy, rage, sadness, and everything in-between. Sometimes if strong enough, thanks to being one soul split in two, they can feel the happy stimming of the other. Or even the physical pain of the other, too...

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  Everything seemed like it was going in slow motion for Donnie. In this moment he could just feel Leo's pain, it was lighter than what he knew his twin was going through, but he felt everything. It was unbearable knowing that's what Leo was feeling. But hearing him telling- no, begging Casey on what to do to save everyone, his heart dropped.

  No. No no no no, this wasn't how things were supposed to go. He couldn't lose him. He couldn't lose Leo. The twins and their family were supposed to get a happy ending. Heros get happy endings! Then why- why was this what they were getting instead?! Damn it, no no NO, he couldn't fucking lose his twin.

  He couldn't lose the one that helped him through his sensory overloads with weighted blankets and stim toys, the one who would send him random pictures with the intent of making him laugh, the one he stayed up with at ungodly hours of the night. He couldn't lose that.

  He couldn't lose the one that had made a promise that they'd always stick together, the one that helped him sleep after a nightmare when they were tots (and still did it occasionally just by feeling the other's fear and knowing exactly what to do), hell, they even made a pact where if one died then the other would go out too so they wouldn't be alone.

  He heard Raph begging Leo not to do it while he heard what sounded like Leo's shell cracking and bones breaking. His twin was in pain, he could feel every punch, every break, every slam into the Technodrome and he couldn't do anything to help him. He... he really was going to lose him, wasn't he...

  He wanted to say something, anything, over the comms' to beg Leo to remember their promise and to not leave him, but he couldn't find his voice. He felt like he was choking, and that's when he realized the reason he was choking was because he was holding back tears.

  He snapped out of it a few minutes later when a loud cracking explosion sounded off through the sky and debris from the now destroyed Technodrome began to fall down to earth around them on Staten Island and into New York City.

  The portal closed and he froze.

  Why didn't...

  Why didn't he feel anything anymore.

  Why didn't he feel his twin's pain anymore.

  The tears he had been holding back were now freely running down his cheeks, but he didn't make any sound. He wiped them away and shook his head in disbelief as they kept coming. He couldn't stop them.

  He preferred feeling Leo's pain rather than... than not feeling him at all.

  Leo was gone after closing that portal. Donnie felt something snap inside of him, like how he imagined a rope breaking from too much strain and the ends going separate ways would. He fell to his knees like Raph had, dropping his bò as his arms hung limp at his sides. He felt...

  Numb... Leo would occasionally talk about them being one soul split in two despite being completely different species of turtles and having almost no biological relation to eachother (spare their father's DNA, that was something that had been forced), and Donnie always brushed the supposed joke off not knowing Leo was serious. Now he was starting to believe it. Maybe they really were.

  That snapping feeling he had felt... was that how it felt for a person to lose their twin? Their other half? The other part of that soul they shared? He heard Raph talking to Mikey, telling him to stop trying to open a new portal to try and get Leo back.

  Mikey was trying to be the mystic warrior Casey had told him he was, but it wasn't working... there wasn't even a single spark of hope around him, his arms were still stretched out in front of him and his heels dug into the concrete as he continued to try.

  Donnie silently appreciated how Mikey wasn't giving up, but he couldn't even smile. Knowing that Leo was most likely being beaten to death; Prime breaking Leo's bones, cracking his shell and plastron, tearing his insides apart and making him bleed despite never completely ripping him open, throwing him around like a ragdoll, crushing him and slamming him into anything and everything that would hurt him the most and refusing to even let him have a slight chance to get up and fight back.

  It broke him. That numb feeling only intensified when Mikey stopped trying and fell down on his hands and knees with Raph going over to hug him tightly. Donnie really wanted a hug, but not from the family he had left, he wanted to hug his twin again. He wanted Leo to be ok, to bounce back and be at home with a stupid fucking grin on his face, joking about how some dumb interdimensional portal could never keep him away from his family.

  He already wished he could just turn off his heart that now had a gaping hole in it; to forget he even had a twin, then it wouldn't hurt him. Yeah, it'd hurt his family by saying he had no twin, but he wouldn't be in pain because he never would've 'known' Leo if he forgot. He jumped when he felt Raph's hand on his shoulder, silently telling him it was time to go back to the others.

  Donnie stayed still. He didn't want to go back. He wanted to stay right where he was. He didn't want to see the mourning faces of everyone else, he knew they were in pain, but not as much as he was. They had all lost their brother, for Splinter (and unbeknownst to Draxum), he lost his son, and for Casey, he lost the past version of his sensei-slash-uncle. But Donnie...

He had lost something much more important. Something that was more than just a regular brother. If soulmates could be platonic - which he wasn't exactly sure they could be - he had just lost his soulmate. His other half. He couldn't go back to see their depressed looks and he just couldn't go back to the lair, not when his room was right across from Leo's. He'd have to walk out and be reminded every fucking day of what he had lost and have it hurt even more.

But... they had made a promise. A death pact. If Mikey could bring Leo back soon, he wouldn't have to go through with it. But if Mikey didn't manage to bring Leo back at some point and Donnie DID go through with it, there was only a 50/50% chance that he'd see Leo talking about his life while gram-gram listened. Leo was a fighter. He- He could survive the prison dimension if he tried.

Raph kept on shaking him, trying to make him get up, but he didn't see Mikey anywhere; he had gone to try again. This time he tried even harder to open something, anything, even if the portal was just small enough for them to see if Leo was still alive. Donnie's eyes widened when he felt something.

Leo.

He was... he was alive.

He was hanging on for dear life, and he was winning the fight to stay alive. Donnie couldn't move as he watched Raph run over to Mikey, getting behind him and putting his hand on his shoulders to take some of the damage for him that was being done to his body. Donnie waited, unable to bring himself to move, but he felt the other half of his and Leo's split soul getting closer.

When Raph had finally moved to pull Leo out as Mikey closed the portal, Donnie finally forced himself up to run over to where his twin laid with his head on Raph's lap and Mikey was holding his hand.

"C'mon Leo, you can do it. Wake up, please! I-I know you can hear me Leo! Please..." Mikey pleaded, holding onto Leo's hand a bit tighter.

He smiled as bright as the sun when he felt Leo's grip tightened slightly. Donnie reached his hand out towards his twin, who was still partially unconscious.

He rested his hand on Leo's cracked plastron, already thinking of ways to help heal him, but he was mostly focused on him waking up. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Leo's like they would do ever since they were little, the comfort of knowing the other was there helping them feel safer.

"C'mon, 'Nardo. Wake up for us. We know you're alive, please, Leo..." Donnie swore he felt the connection that had sewn itself back together tearing again, but it was refusing to break this time.

Donnie smiled as wide as Mikey did when he saw Leo starting to open his eyes and looking around.

"Hey guys.... everyone alright?... y'all look like shit." Leo joked wincing immediately when he started to laugh. Yeah he definitely had a few broken ribs, Prime had crushed him multiple times and pushed down on his chest for fucks sake, of course he had broken ribs.

Raph and Mikey rolled their eyes and smiled at Leo's attempt to be funny despite the current circumstances, but Donnie stayed unmoving. He had stayed in the position he put himself in, his forehead still resting against his twin's and his hand against his plastron, covering up the largest crack there. Leo smiled weakly at Donnie, his mismatched red and purple eyes staring up at Donnie for a few moments before painfully sitting up and pulling him in for a bone crushing hug - literally and figuratively. It hurt him, but he didn't care.

Donnie sniffled and hugged Leo back, trying to be careful of his injuries, but tightened the hug when he realized that Leo didn't care how much it hurt. Donnie was so relieved.

He was relieved he could feel his twin's presence again.

He was relieved that his platonic-soulmate had been brought back from cheating death.

He was relieved that he felt the other half of their split soul again, and he wasn't letting go of that anytime soon.

He wasn't going to let himself lose Leo ever again, Donnie needed Leo. And he knew Leo needed him as well. Thanks to the extend of both of their injuries, he knew they'd both be in the medbay for awhile, but that didn't mean they couldn't have their beds close enough to one another to hold the other's hand if they were in pain. Even after that, Donnie would definitely ask Leo if they could share a bedroom again like they did when they were little so they'd only be a few feet away if the other needed comfort.

He knew Leo wouldn't object to it. They were twins, they were closer to eachother than the others understood. And that is a bond they wouldn't let anybody break.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #hurt/comfort #spite fic #disaster twins #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #i was gonna make this pure angst #buuuut... #if i did that then there would be some... #darker and more sensitive topics... #yeah i have some issues-

[pinkvaquita]

New headcanon of the day: Shadow Milk would sing really loudly and dramaticaly teenage girl pop songs to annoy the fuck out of the other beasts. And also did with Elder fairy. And he now does it to annoy Pure Vanilla. I am a firm believer that Pure Vanilla in his nightmares sometimes he founds him singing "Call me maybe" in the most obnoxious and fake girly voice he can. And everytime he is going on with his day and "Oops I did it again" randomly gets stuck in his head, he knows is Shadow Milk's fault.

This also aply to songs from adds or any really well know song.

#Yes I had the picture of Pure Vanilla waking up from a nightmare #the nightmare was Shadow Milk singing and dancing la macarena #Now you have that image in your head too #And yes I am a firm believer that Shadow Milk is gonna still torment Pure Vanilla after this update #there is no way he doesn't #yeah there is mind control angst and really sad things and there is Shadow Milk being what he is #an annoying and silly asshole #shadow milk cookie #pure vanilla cookie #cookie run kingdom #Also I'm gonna start to tag my hc as “headcanon of the day” because I make one everyday #I could even number them #headcanon of the day

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[scarapanna]

Since the majority of Intertwined opposites is angsty, here's a redraw of PV holding a cotton candy sheep to tone it down

[Here's the old post]

#beetle's ramblings #cookie run kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #beetle's art #Not gonna spoil but just gonna say I can't make anything without a good conclusion bsbdbe #It's either angst or overly fluffy content no inbetween/silly

[jenna-louise-jamie]

thinking about yassen gregorovich instead of sleeping (because i love him) and how he is a catalyst. yassen stabbs ash -> ash kills john rider -> ian rider raises alex -> yassen kills ian rider -> mi6 blackmails alex into becoming a teenage spy.

i have so many thoughts that i can't properly articulate. obviously this is a simplified chain of events, but yassen and his choices set off a chain reaction of the world's most unfortunate dominos. especially when you read russian roulette. to be clear im not necessarily trying to blame him for everything because that feels very mean. he was also just a 14 year old kid when everything in his life went wrong, just like alex. only difference being yassen literally had no one.

i think i should write an essay about this because i haven't even gotten into my thoughts about what yassen and alex's dynamic would look like past eagle strike. i would imagine it'd be similar to ellie and joel from the last of us part 2.

where obviously yassen loves alex and alex on some level cares for yassen back but struggles to reconcile that with the fact that yassen is responsible for his uncle's death. a very unforgivable act. it would be so messy and complicated and angsty, because on one hand here is an adult who truly cares about him and has a connection with him through his father. yassen could tell alex about john, and trust that yassen truly wants whats best for him. but he killed ian, and he cannot take that back.

while alex reels from those feelings, yassen is also trying to reconcile his love of alex with the knowledge that he on some level is responsible for the suffering alex endured at the hands of mi6. and possibly even the fact that alex's godfather is the one who killed john and helen.

#btw i think anthony horowitz killed yassen off so he wouldnt have to deal with this lmao #and sidenote ash is responsible for his own shitty choices but i think itd be difficult for yassen to cope with the fact that stabbing ash #led to some very bad consequences for literally everyone #are there any fics that are similar to what im describing?? ? #i read a ton of alex rider fics but i mostly read fluff because im actually too emotionally fragile to handle angst #i cried while reading stormbreaker and that book wasnt even supposed to be sad #if this is doesnt make any sense its because i woke up at 2 am and wrote this #its just word vomit; pure not proofread thoughts directly from my fucked up little brain #idk maybe someone will enjoy reading this #alex rider #yassen gregorovich #alex rider books #ian rider #john rider #chaotic ramblings #and final note i do not ship yalex #i was thinking of this more in terms of yassen having a weird guardian/parental relationship with alex #if it wasnt clear from my ellie and joel reference from the last of us #anyways im gonna go back to making shitposts and memes so i never have to feel anything again thank you goodnight <3

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ough the absolute Rarepair i have in my head rn.... it literally has not been done yet

#wait what do you call it when theres three of em #rarethrouple? raretriple? rarepoly? whatever! #im.... chewing on it #Not Rabidly!!! but i am biting it #its not like... something id seriously ship in the Least #a very fun 'suspending my disblief Just Having A Good Time' ship yk yk #its cute i think! #not realistic at All but thats not the point here!! #yk ive been meaning to just make a post of a bunch of random scribbles of my favorite wh pairings #and throuplings. is that a word #bc i am a Multishipper! i enjoy multitudes at once! #ofc i have Preferences and Favorites but that does not mean i dont enjoy others! #just like how i enjoy many different kinds of cake #i will Sample almost all of them! #absolutely unprompted #anyway i gotta sleep uhhhh im gonna think on this one #and maybe scribble a little something in the morn to try and Share My Vision #its so fun.... pure delight with a smidge of angst for Flavor.... #ouagshfbsjdnkss the intricacies... adding on facets yes.... #ok sleep time im So Tired #i will drift off to dreamland while thinking about this throuple...

[todayisafridaynight]

YOU MAKE THAT POST AND DON'T SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON EVERYONE'S OPINION ON SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG???

I MEAN IT'S SUCH A NICHE FUCKING TOPIC LMAO I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE WOULD CARE

but anyway here's the Egregiously Simplified version of Everyone Is Forced To Play Ten Routes Of Shadow The Hedgehog And Has To Give Their Opinion Afterwards

#snap chats #i already hear someone going 'the fuck you mean mine is number one shadow the hedgehog defender' YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME #at first i do think he'd be like 'what the fuck' but then going through all of shadows routes. or at least ten to get the final story #and seeing the constant betrayal and inability to trust others he faced yet still ultimately persevering due to his promise to maria #i think bro would be moved.. just a little.. would he think shadow a bit headassed for that considering what the humans did to him #Of Course but also its evident that shadows clearly taking things into his own hands now- as righteous of a mission as it is #despite the persistent attempted influence by everyone around him. shadows a complicated TRAGEDY he'd be moved #mine's artsy like that..... gotta go before i get shot ive said insane things before but this one'll take the cake me thinks #im not explaining everyone else mine's just felt like the one i NEEDED to explain lest i look more insane than usual #06 daigo's purely a Shadow Angst enjoyer. he understands shadow and he's wallowing in the misery of his backstory #majima's weird to categorize cause he definitely can be like Lmao The Fuck and/or just play the game chaotically #and then the aspects of identity come in and on the outside he'll be like 'bro its not that deep' but on the inside its like #Damn He Just Like Me Fr. i think. idk i dont study majima leave me alone im not making ANOTHER One Chara Exclusive category #i said i wouldnt explain anyone else and here i am explaining shut UP im gonna go eat #im not looking at this anymore bye #FORCING myself to leave cause i really will just end up typing essays on bitches perceiving shadow LMAOO

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[osameowdazai]

"You're alright. Just... take my hand" with any pairing! 👁

"You're alright. Just... take my hand," Atsushi urged, extending his palm towards Akutagawa. His nerves were frayed, his entire being thrumming with anxious energy. Akutagawa was usually so precise in all his actions, confident in a way that Atsushi found himself struggling with. Especially since Dazai had-

No, no, he couldn't think about that. Not right now. Not when he had to try to stay together.

Akutagawa's hand gripping his own brought him back to reality, gave him something tangible to focus on. Atsushi pulled him to his feet, eyes assessing him for any injuries. His light coat was ripped some, but it looked like mostly the hit had just knocked him down.

"You didn't need to do that. I would've healed I-"

"You put yourself in unnecessary danger," Akutagawa criticized, looking at him with those dark eyes. Akutagawa had taken the hit for him. It made his skin itch uncomfortably. "Oda is surely waiting for us."

Atsushi chose not to comment on how Akutagawa hadn't released his hand as they went to find Oda.

#i was gonna make a sarcastic comment about how it isn't surprising i wrote for beast #or how this isn't purely angst #but I'm not gonna #mail ⭐️ #ela 🪶 #sol's writing #writing for you is still scary esppppp sskk I'm any verse

[lucky-clover-gazette]

For the fic prompt game, if you're still taking those: constellations

(I went rogue and did way more than three sentences. Feels thematically accurate, at least.)

"And that one is Farore," Vio explains, pointing a finger towards the night sky. He watches as Shadow narrows his eyes, trying his hardest to make sense of the abstract constellation. He leans against the balcony's railing, and it's a little too precarious in Vio's opinion, even with the knowledge of Shadow's levitation powers.

"I don't get it," Shadow tells Vio, so sincere and trusting that it makes Vio's heart ache. "You're gonna have to show me again."

Vio nods, a sick feeling in his gut that can't be fully attributed to copious amounts of evil root beer. But still, one look at Shadow and he finds himself smiling.

"Of course," Vio says, and points towards the sky again. "I'll show you as many times as you need."

Shadow steps closer to Vio, his voice quiet as he makes his request. "Maybe it'd help if you…"

Vio looks at Shadow's outstretched hand and blinks. "I… what?"

Shadow scowls and rips his hand away. "Forget it, that was stupid, I—"

"Oh!" Vio exclaims, reaching out just a little too late. "I get it. Sure, just give me your hand."

Shadow rolls his eyes and offers it to Vio again, pointer finger already outstretched. Vio tries to gently guide it towards the sky, but standing side-by-side it's a little more than awkward.

"Come here," Vio says, even though he knows this entire situation is a nightmare of his own design and he's only making it worse for himself. "Stand… in front of me."

Shadow shrugs and does as he's asked, sandwiching himself at an appropriate distance between Vio and the balcony railing. He's not pressed up against Vio, but it's like he radiates warmth, despite the fact that he is literally a creature of darkness.

Vio gingerly takes Shadow's hand again, admiring the dark purple nail polish on his clawlike nails. Vio's are painted too, plain black, and it strikes him in this moment that they've chosen each other's colors instead of their own. Did he mean to do that? Did Shadow? Is this all just Hylia's cosmic joke at their expense?

Vio feels Shadow relax into his chest as he begins to lazily guide his finger in a line. "See?" Vio asks, hoping Shadow is too focused on the sky to notice his rapid heartbeat. "This star connects to this one, and then this one, and all together they look like Farore's mark."

Shadow cocks his head. "Uh, I guess? I don't know, I feel like I could say it's anything and it'd make sense."

Vio raises an eyebrow. "Now I'm interested. What do you see instead?"

"A dragon."

"Okay, then it's a dragon," Vio says, feeling himself lean into the crook between Shadow's head and shoulder.

"When we rule the world, we'll change it officially," Shadow says, and Vio is struck yet again by the reality of Shadow's supposedly evil intentions. Yes, he lacks appreciation of Hyrule and its residents. Yes, he's petty and theatrical and clearly needs a therapist who isn't his pet rock. Yes, it was pretty fucked up of him to ask Vio to kill Green, even if he tried to comfort Vio in the aftermath.

But no, he's not like Vaati or Ganon. He doesn't want to hurt others, or even rule the world. Shadow fears the light, but it just might be what he covets most… or maybe second-most.

But Vio can't think about that.

"I'll make sure we do," Vio says, nuzzling his forehead against Shadow in a way that he hopes goes unnoticed. He savors the warmth of it, the pure rightness of the gesture, the innate feeling that yeah, this is exactly where he's meant to be and exactly what he's meant to do. And in another life it would be simple, and Vio could have this, and there would be no need to manipulate or betray the person he's pretty sure he's destined to love. Not destined by Hylia, or the Golden Goddesses, but… something else. Maybe nothing at all.

But that's not the life Vio has been tasked to live. His purpose is to stop Shadow Link from destroying Hyrule, and then celebrate his victory by dying so the true hero can live on. Honestly, Vio might have a better reason to destroy the world than Shadow, because that's pretty much an existential nightmare from start to finish.

"You all right?" Shadow asks, his head turned in concern. Vio stabilizes his expression and gently lowers Shadow's hand.

"What would you do if I said no?"

Shadow shrugs. "Nothing, really. Unless you wanted me to do something, in which case… you'd just have to ask."

Vio exhales as he takes stock of his senses: the lingering bittersweet taste of evil root beer, Shadow's impossibly warm body against his own. A nauseating feeling of futility as they stargaze over a world they're about destroy, unless Vio does something to stop it.

But… what if he could stop it, and keep Shadow safe at the same time?

What if that's always been an option, right in front of him, among countless other possibilities entirely within his control?

What if he could say anything, and then make it make sense, and what if…

What if he doesn't have to do it alone?

"Vi?"

"Shadow, I…"

He just has to ask.

#my writing #vidow #vio x shadow #four swords #four swords manga #haha you thought this was gonna be pure angst? thought i was gonna break vio and shadow's hearts? think again pal #i will make these idiots happy if i have to rip canon in half to do it #life is too short and too awful to deny these two a chance at happiness #also thank you for the request!

[petricorah]

Ok Basicest ask ever but what song would you most (or next) want to make an animatic for, just hypothetically

omg not basic at all. i would LOVE to do an animatic, but they're so time consuming (and i don't know how)

rn im working on a zukka comic that has lyrics for Ezra Furman's Love You So Bad so if anyone wants a sneak peak at that comic, go listen to her amazing song.

but as for songs that would work better animated:

"I'm a Wanted Man" by the royal deluxe for Zuko. I feel like it would start being literal, with him wanted when he's on the run from the fire nation, but transform to him being wanted and valued as a part of team avatar. Especially the lyrics: "If you ask me to change/ I don't know if I can/ I'll always be who I am" hitting when he's deciding if he's going to side with Azula or Aang at the end of season two.

Genghis Khan by miike snow would be a really fun zukka one i think. most of my zukka songs are angsty but this one could be colorful and energetic

i have a lot of songs that fit characters, but i think those would make the best animatics

#also semi angst for zukka : i'm glad that we broke up by du blonde and ezra furman #and “are you gonna break my heart” #thanks for the ask! #animatics #songs #i wanna make one so bad/// #i live in agony that i have a Perfect one but it's for an oc and so im unable to convey the pure perfection in which it matches the charact #i have so so many songs that fit avatar characters yall #asks

[ontargetmadders]

so the first comment I've got for my new chapter after making Ash and Serena an item is will they break up lol?? And I was just like well surely the title of fic is a dead give away to answer that question is it not?? 😂

#for context the fic is called settling down #so that pretty much indicates they will stay together lol #although a break up would be good for angst and all that shit #but amourshipping isn't an angsty ship really #so i'm not going there #i did with my kamiro fics cause hiro and karmi are definitely angsty! #but ash and serena is just pure fluff #i mean tbf they were asking cause they said they don't like break up fics which i get #but i think the title makes it pretty clear they are gonna be together forever aha #anyway i'm rambling #just fanfic drabble

[big-urchin-energy]

cannot understand when fic writers have chapters that are over 40k long. like there is literally no need, split that shit into *at least* two chapters like. that's basically a whole novel why do you think writing shorter chapters is beneath you

#like i know fic writers do it for free i get it i truly do but seeing a chapter that's nearly 50k words on it's own is so offputting #and you get fics that are like. 120k words - 4/7 chapters and they're always SO heavy #where are you letting your readers take a break? #what exactly are you actually losing if instead of having 5 mid-chapter breaks you just. end the chapter at each one #i feel like if your fic is fairly lighthearted and has a distinct set of arcs then having longer chapters is okay? #but if it gets pretty heavy then it's not fair to readers not to give them more manageable chunks? #30k of pure angst is ROUGH to read without breaks and even if the reader does take breaks they probably wont be in places that narratively #make sense #okay im gonna stop now #fandom wank #tbh. just needed to rant for a sec #maybe txt

[penrose-quinn]

Does everyone still remember how I initially wanted to write a Shoko fic?

I'll probably come back to this once I finish GL and start writing for Musubi again. I'm predictable tho lol. It's about grief again and this is set in their high school years to adulthood. But I just want a wlw fic with Shoko and some female-male platonic friendship 😔 Except maybe the side fling that happened with MC and Gojo but it was just a weird hetero phase between them.

#writing #pure heroine #i don't need a good reason i'm just gay for shoko 😔 #see me make this fic abt geto again heh #surprisingly there isn't a lot of drama here but this is a jjk fic so there's a fuck ton of angst #i don't know who's gonna read for shoko but expect her getting the shinichiro treatment where i make up shit about her lol #apparently in both my jjk fics i only ship gojo x grief bc it's canon 😔

[zarafey]

Noooo through reading a fanfic I was forced to reevaluate a relationship in the one I'm writing and now I'm just seeing so many more parallels between those 2 characters and fuck im already putting so many characters together and now there's ANOTHER ONE

#Nooo their relationship was supposed to be humeru and light and now it's got ANGST 😭 #I just wanted them to have a funny little fight and now they're gonna be bonding about cooking & taking care about everyone #And also about feeling like a monster and a weapon deep down with no chance at/right for redemption fuuuuck #Like im also keeping the fight but still #Oh god why must I love crossovers so much and why must I also be able to see so much potential in so many relationships #At least this time it's still not adding to the ever growing chaos of all the non platonic relationships #The biggest problems im having with this crossover is 1. World building bc for some reason I decided that I need to bring game mechanics #Into it as well no now I'm just making up skills and talents and stuff for the Leverage crew as well even tho it will have little to no #Impact on the story #And 2. keeping track of all the fkn relationships and character connections and all that stuff #I have a fkn sociogram for a fanfic thats really mostly just notes and half written scenes but I have a detailed sociogram like what #Honestly im probably never gonna fully write anything of it but I'm having a lot of fun with all my little notes and stuff #Just pure self indulgence #Is there even an audience for a genshin impact leverage crossover? Well I'm here so yes 😌 #And my sister knows of both so she's getting dragged into me rambling if she wants to or not

[cepheusgalaxy]

How do i make myself read the dam romance book

#im not a romance repulsed person #i usually LIKE romance #but when its paired to another genre #this one is just... #pure romance. no fantasy mistery or magic or whatsoever #i cant handle this pure teen/ya romance #the only. and i repeat. only angst thats gonna have is that #it doesnt seem to have any kind of action #and i know i shouldnt judge BUT I CANT AAA #last book like thay i read was the fault in our stars #i cried #didnt even finished lol #how do i #how can i make my aro ass do it

[senseichaos]

"PATHETIC"

SUMMARY: Don't go into Alastor's studio if he's on air. It was that simple. But sometimes you like to be bad. (In which Alastor broadcasts your moans live as a punishment)

GENRE: PWP, Smut, small amount of angst, a lil fluff

WARNINGS: Psychopathic Alastor, sadism, masochism, bratty reader, unprotected sex (don't!), collar, handcuffs, chains, degration, exhibitionism, implied aftercare, humiliation, finger sucking, dub-con/non-con depending on how you see it, orgasm denial, leash, degration, praise, let me know if there are any more!

PART 2 (aftercare)

NOT PROOF READ (YET)

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Don't go into Alastor's studio if he's on air, it was that simple.

But you do it anyway. Out of pure bratty desires you defy Alastor because.. why not? What's the worst that could happen? Actually.. there is a lot of 'worst' that could in fact happen but I mean, he's not all bad.. is he?

With a small grin on your face you lay your hand against the door swiftly, knocking loudly to make sure you are alerting Alastor of a visitor. The anxiety you feel when you do this is far too real, from the clammy fingers to the feeling that this whole idea is a horrible mistake. You almost feel as if you could fall to the floor beneath you.

Yet it's so exhilarating.

"I'm afraid I'm busy!" You hear Alastor holler from beyond the door, his slightly fake kind tone obvious. He hates it when people interrupt his work. You almost giggle, feeling an odd nervous giddiness going through yourself at the prospect of opening this door.

With a sharp intake of breath, you swing open the door and close it softly behind yourself. Though behind him you can see Alastor pinch the space between his eyebrows with an annoyed smile.

He turns his head to look over at you, giving you an annoyed smile that makes you bite your lower lip.

"What is it you need, dear?" Alastor asks, adjusting one of the nobs on the recording equipment in front of him. "I am very sure I said I was busy," He sighs, looking over at you again with even more annoyance visible on his face.

"I just wanted to hangout,"

Alastor stands, horns growing with his annoyance as he takes a warning step towards you. You take a meek step back and gulp down a nervous glob of saliva.

"So you come into my studio, interrupting my broadcast-" he turns shifts into his full demon form as he moves towards you, until his face is completely in front of your face. An angry smile on his features. "All because you wanted to hang out?" He pulls you closer by a metal collar of his energy, his nose against your own as his hand clutch tightly onto the chain.

"What a bad pet you are.." He says darkly, pulling you harshly so you choke and fall to the ground on your hands and knees. For a couple moments he just pulls you with the leash, walking you towards the chair until he sits on it. He swivels it around to look at you, your own large and nervous ones looking into his.

He pushes your head up to look straight at him by the toe of his shoe, the coldness making your skin burn. You can't help but lean even closer towards him, so the toe of his show just barely digs into the skin there.

"Fawn, you were just here for my attention, weren't you?"

You consider lying to him, making yourself out to be more of a brat and possibly get a worse outcome than you're already gonna get.. but from the position you're in it's probably a bad idea. So with a sharp gulp and a blush across your cheeks you nod, biting your lower lip. Alastor grins, leaning down and taking his foot from your chin.

His gaze is rather soft, almost adoring as he tugs you closer by your chain leash. Slowly and intimately he pushes his thumb into your mouth, pointing finger making you look into his lidded eyes. With a burst of passion you suck onto his thumb, swirling your tongue against the red claw as he watches with amused eyes.

"My lovely fawn, perhaps you just need to be reminded who owns you," He purrs, pulling his thumb from your mouth (much to your dismay). With a sharp motion Alastor tangles his fingers into your hair, manhandling you face first into his desk so your ass faces him. You cry out at this movement, the roughness of his movements contrasting wildly to the care he gave you just moments before.

"Lovely. I'm afraid this punishment is not going to be pleasant, but you must learn from your mistakes," Alastor sighs, and with a swift motion of his hands bounding your wrists with cuffs of his magic. He keeps them bound onto the table so you are unable to move, causing a pain to go through your wrists when you flinch at Alastor's movements. Roughly, he pulls down your skirt and discards it across the room, leaving you bare besides from your thin pink panties.

"What a pretty color, they must be a favorite pair of yours.." you blush, trying to tilt your head to see him behind you; only for the collar to keep you from doing so. You feel his claws drag up the sides of your thighs until they meet the fabric of your panties, clawing rather dangerously at it.

"Yeah, i-i wore them for you.." You whimper with a stutter, wiggling your but at him to appear enticing. He chuckles, hooking his pointer fingers into your panties at each side.

"How lovely,"

With a harsh pull, he rips either side of your panties in half. You gasp at this, trying to stand up only for the cuffs around your hands and the collar around your neck to tighten. This causes you to bruise and cry out in pain.

"Alastor! I liked that pair.." You complain, kicking your legs in a sort of tantrum that Alastor tuts. With a sudden thrash Alastor aggressively pulls at your chain leash, making your head move up with a strain that is horribly painful.

"Bad fawns don't get treated with propriety, my dear," Alastor explains, twisting his hand so the chain slowly wraps around his hand. You can see his shadow loom closer and closer over your own figure.

"And bad fawns especially don't get any foreplay.."

What? No foreplay? He can't be serious..

Let's just say.. Alastor is rather large in the nether regions. And he knows this. Every single time you've ever fornicated he'd always done foreplay- just to open you up enough that you wouldn't be in horrid paid every time he stuck his cock in you. You can already feel the pain inside of you and he hasn't even pushed his tip to you.

"Alastor, no- I can't.."

"Don't forget my fawn.." He hooks his fingers into your hair again, forcing you to tilt your head as he whispers into your ear. His horns are larger than earlier, and his entire build in general is a lot more.. demonic.

"You wanted this.."

You don't want this anymore.

Tantalizing slow, Alastor drags his claws up your spine, taking in every shiver and whimper that you give him in turn. How dominating he feels, it's like nothing else to him he can tear as many people's souls to shreds but nothing will be the same as fucking you to pliancy. He can do horrid things to you, and you still come back for more.

He loves that in you, in his own way.

You feel his tip just barely twitch against your entrance, one hand holding your chain and his staff whilst the other presses harshly against your thigh. Wait. Why is he holding his staff.. that doesn't make any sense unless-

Fuck. He can't be serious, can he?

"Salutations dear listeners, ever so sorry for my break. But I have a treat just for you!" He says, his voice strong with the confidence of a person who has done this millions of times before. Shivering you let out a small whimper, he's really going to do this, isn't he? He's going to fuck you on air. You want to disappear. This is humiliating! This is.. humiliating. He can't be serious! You though he was better than this..

Shows you to think more of the radio demon.

In a swift movement you scream out, Alastor's entire length being shoved into you with a single thrust. You see stars of red, the area around you glowing a green that makes your head just slightly throb in pain. With another harsh thrust Alastor pulls in your leash, forcing you to look out the window.

He leans down and growls condescendingly.

"Watch the entirety of the pride ring as they hear me break you," he says and you cry out. He is. He is breaking you from the inside out, you can feel every thrust of his cock through your entire body with a painful wave. You can hardly see anymore. Everything is blurred with a wall of tears that fall down your cheeks.

"Fuck!" You cry in a distressful pleasure. You hate that this feels good. Why do you want him to break you? Why do you want him to fuck you from the inside out until all you can do is sit there and listen to him speak. You hate that you love this.

"That's it, little fawn. Let me break your whorish body.." He laughs, the hold on your chain leash making you lose a very small amount of air. You try to clutch at something, anything to ground you, but all you can feel is the warm chains bounding you to the desk beneath you, the chains bounding you to this terrible pleasure.

You can't describe it. Every thrust of his cock makes you moan, in an ashamed yet purely entangled tone. You can hear the passion in your voice as Alastor digs his claws so hard into you you bleed. Yet you can definitely hear the pain in your voice when the tip of his cock just barely hits your cervix.

"Such a pathetic thing, letting me take you like this.. you didn't even put up a fight,"

You see red, a weird loving anger.

"I fucking HATE you.."

Alastor laughs, and you can practically smell that shit-eating grin on his face.

"No," he thrusts "You," he thrusts "Dont~" he thrusts, punctuating his words and his teasing tone. You claw at the chains, wishing to rip their bounds so you can spit in his stupid beautiful face. Fuck. You can't stop this pleasure.

With every thrust comes another build of an orgasm inside of you, every thrust making that knot pull tighter and tighter. He isn't even doing anything to pleasure you, either- you just love this in a way you can't describe.

"Don't orgasm without my permission, dear," Alastor cackles, biting his lower lip "Or else..!" He teases, giving you a particularly harsh thrust as to solidify his words. You nod softly with a whimper, your neck aching from the way he's handling your leash.

You clench particularly hard, feeling that orgasm begging to be released.

"Alastor! Please let me cum.." You whimper, biting your lower lip as it trembles very slightly. He hums for a moment, as if to mock your display of obedience before clicking his tongue and leaning down.

"Beg for it," he says simply, thrusting even quicker making the urgency inside of you real. Crying, you babble for a moment, the pleasure inside of you becoming to much.

"Fuck! Please let me cum, I'll do anything, I'll listen to everything you say, please! Please..." You don't think you've felt more desperate your whole entire time in hell, which is even more pathetic, really. The most desperate you've felt isn't for your life, money, or soul. It's to come on the cock of a psychopathic sadist.

"Lovely. Come for me, my dear,"

You let go with an obnoxious wail, walls clenching around Alastor so tightly you could have sworn he grunted. It's like your whole body let go, your legs give out, your shoulders relax, and your eyes roll back.

"Good fawn, how good,"

With one last thrust, Alastor buries his cock deeply inside of you, emptying his seed to the point where your stomach begins to bloat. One thing you've learnt about Alastor, when he cums, he cums a lot.

"Now then," Alastor declares after a short moment, pulling his cock from your hole and stuffing it back into his pants. "Let's get you cleaned up!" Alastor says brightly, clicking his fingers so the bounds on your neck and hands release. Though this only makes your centre of gravity shift in such a way you almost fall to the ground, if it weren't for Alastor catching you and holding you bridal style. Holding you. This is a rare occurrence indeed.

"Thank you dear listeners and I'll see you next time! Perhaps you may even get another treat, Ha ha!"

Alastor turns back to you, looking at you deep in the eyes as his sclera turn a deep black.

"Will they, my dear..?"

You gulp, shrinking in his arms.

"No, Alastor,"

He turns back to normal, giving you an adoring look as he twirls on his foot, taking you from the room.

"Lovely, now let's get a bath running!"

#proship #senseichaos #antishippers dni #senseichaosdrabbles #proship fanfiction #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #alastor x reader smut #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader fluff #alastor oneshot #alastor #alastor x reader angst

[satoruhour]

Just thought of something FREAKY in class… Single father Satoru looking for a babysitter and you’re looking for a side income during semester break and the tension goes crazy!!!! “We should’t be doing this my son will wake up” I’M GONNA SCREAMMMM

BLISS, PURE BLISS

a/n: happy new year LMFAOOO. thank you for all the asks btw i promise ill answer them asap 🥹 / @shotorus @osaemu @shidouryusm @mysugu @hyomagiri ♱

wc: 6.4k

warnings: ‘onee-san’ used but more of just addressing reader as an older figure because saying babysitter is kinda weird lol (kind of like how chinese people use 姐姐 even if they are not related), fem!reader, dilf!gojo, age gap (gojo in his late 30s, reader in mid-20s), angst if u squint, bit of slow burn n tension, making out, use of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, praise, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, p -> v sex, multiple rounds, consensual filming, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“no fucking way . .” you mumble mostly to yourself, standing in front of the largest house of the gated community in roppongi, and while you knew the people here were excessively and obnoxiously rich, you’re never quite prepared until you’re getting a key card specifically mailed to your name just so you could enter.

you’re not even shameful when you take a video to send to your best friends, locking your screen almost immediately because you knew you’d never get to the job on time if you replied to them. with calculated steps, you’re walking up the house that’s designed with a modern structure, yet still retaining characteristics of a traditional japanese home. it’s less prominent at the front of the house, though.

“(y/n)-san, was it?” a voice startles you out of your ogling sessions. if the garden was already this nice, what would be in store for you when you went in? you’ll be finding out soon when your employer himself opens the door to you, a man with striking white hair and equally striking blue eyes that seem to look right into you. he’s dressed in a suit, probably no doubt ready to get to work while you’re out here taking your time. you cringe, immediately walking up to the door.

“y-yes! yes, i’m sorry sir, i was just uhm—”

he holds that intimidating stare just for a moment but then he breaks into a smile that mirrors the bright sun that shines down on the porch.

“it’s alright . . it’s not everyday you’re working at some rich guy’s house, right?” he jokes but that strikes a little ick into you — he’s already ticking the boxes of obnoxious and excessively rich, but you hate the effect he’s having on you.

“yeah . . no, i guess,” he hums in reply before sticking a hand out.

“gojo satoru,” he introduces himself, “call me anything but that sir shit, alright, doll?”

you nod obediently, trying not to let the little pet name get to your head because he probably does this to any babysitter who comes through the house, but either way, he’s welcoming you in and it’s like you step into a world unreal. it’s spotless, the floors shining under the sunlight, a large television in the living room, a spacious open concept dining-kitchen area, and this is just the first floor.

gojo takes his time to show you the house — where his kid’s toys were, where the food was, where the bathrooms and bedrooms were, it was never-ending. every step you took made you feel like you were walking the length of the nile, each turn only revealing more rooms and corridors.

and then, finally, his baby boy.

“he’s a cheeky one, takes after his dad,” even with all the cockiness he’s shown to you, you can tell he has a soft spot for his kid. the boy stirs from his father’s voice, gleaming in happiness as he puts out his smaller hands to be picked up. as he settles into his arms, it’s just sinking in how tall your employer is. he makes a toddler look like a baby with how small his son looks wrapped snugly.

“satoshi, hi,” he whispers, bouncing the kid in his arms, “want to say hi to your onee-san?”

you manage a small wave but all he does is turn to hide in his father’s arms, definitely scared from a random stranger suddenly talking to him.

“she’s going to be taking care of you for the next month or so, you know?” he mumbles, brushing a hand through the matching white hair, “be nice to the babysitter, okay?”

all satoshi does is hum into his dad’s neck before he’s giving you a sheepish smile. “he’s like that, don’t worry about him.” and you return the smile, thinking that he wasn’t that obnoxious that you thought and that maybe he’s really a dad trying his hardest for his one kid. you realise he’s taking too much time, though, and so you sought out to remind him.

“oh, uh sir— gojo-san, don’t you have to go to work?”

although he’s mentioned satoshi to be taking after him, the boy goes right back to sleeping when he’s put back into his bed so you follow gojo as he adjusts his cuffs and smoothes out his collar just outside the room and you make the mistake of glancing upon the mirror on the far end of the corridor — it was undeniable that you looked like a high-end couple who’s newly married and raising a kid. you try to shake off the thoughts of adjusting his tie for him.

“it’s not being late if you’re on top.” he smirks and you resist the urge to roll your eyes; at least you weren’t alone in purging the delusional thoughts from your head, he was basically helping you at this point and you struggle between characterising him as conceited and admirable. “but, yeah, i should get going.”

but he stands at the door with backpack slung onto one shoulder while he continues to explain satoshi’s routines to you, his habits and also had to sneak in a few cute photos of the kid while squealing repeatedly and you’re left wondering how this guy could be the CEO of a company.

it’s been like that for as long as you can remember — bidding goodbye to your parents as you tell them that you’re off to your part-time job over the winter break. they’re happy you’re even leaving the house, shoving your lunch into your hands with big smiles that you’re at least doing anything other than sitting in your room. the train ride to the gated residential was nice, too, apart from the very crowded subways for people going to work in roppongi.

gojo greets you every morning when you arrive, reminding you of satoshi’s feeding times and his favourite shows and everything a father should know but don’t have the luxury to experience with aforementioned kid. it’s a little bittersweet, every time you see him kiss satoshi goodbye that turns into remaining in his room, to holding your hand and saying goodbye to daddy from the second floor, to getting carried by you at the front door.

it’s slow but sure progress day after day, from watching his cartoons, feeding him at the kitchen island, playing with his toys, that satoshi feels more and more comfortable with you, learning that while he was a well-behaved boy, he definitely had hints of your employer in him. mannerisms, words, voice, you wonder whether he even got any part of his mother in his genes.

you’d never ask, though, but it was told. unexpectedly.

“i’m home—” the last parts of his word die down into a whisper when he opens the door to see satoshi cuddled up to you, the last bits of home alone playing softly. by now you already know what happens in the movie so you’re texting your friends and laughing softly to yourself, jumping when your boss steps past the doorway. gojo winces when he checks his watch (“fuck. it’s already ten.”), toeing his shoes off and apologising simultaneously.

“oh— man, i’m so sorry, i had a late meeting with the CEO of our neighbouring franchise, i totally forgot about the time—” gojo’s quick to make his way down to the small pit of the house (he likes to call it the conversation pit), settling down on the side where satoshi had his head in your lap as his eyes linger on the movie. instinctively, his hands reach to pat his leg.

“oh, it’s okay, gojo-san, it’s the holidays anyway.”

“yeah?” he turns to you, one arm propped on the back of the sofa, “and why don’t a pretty girl like you have any plans?”

that catches you off-guard, among the many other times he’s called you pretty or sweets like no care in the world. you’re never quite used to it, too, seeking to fluster you. “you shouldn’t say stuff like that to me, gojo-san . .”

“why not?” he’s turned back to the television, now, and you take his place, staring at his side profile as the scenes of the movie move along his face. “i’m a single dad, aren’t i?”

“yeah but . . you could have anyone.”

“what if,” he turns and you chicken out, head snapping back to the front while he watches you and the both of you cannot deny the tiring dance you perform around each other all the time. the clench in his heart when he sees you carry his baby boy at the porch and the small smile he gives you every morning before he leaves for his job. he doesn’t want to go through with it and sighs.

it’s become hard to breathe around you. it’s become hard to hold himself back around you.

“i worked too much.” he suddenly says, facing the TV again. “i was too engrossed and . .”

confusion seeps in at first. yeah, it was no secret he worked his ass off despite being at the very top. your gaze falls to satoshi, curling more into your side like he’s cold and you adjust the blanket. you nod in recognition.

“we fought a lot. i tried— i tried to alter my schedule as much as i could, driving to and fro whenever she needed me, bringing satoshi to work as a baby when we couldn’t come to a compromise, but it was a lot. for her, for satoshi. he could sense whenever we were about to fight, on edge voices, items clattering to the floor . .”

by now, he’s leaned back, back of his hand resting on his forehead, “and he’d cry like he was interrupting us. cheeky, i told you,” and his eyes close, “we hardly reached middle ground. it was either this or that, hire a nanny or we take care of him, my endless job or the joy of life. i’m ashamed that i’ve prioritised my job more, and still do it now.”

“if you didn’t, i wouldn’t be here, would i?”

that draws a chuckle out of him, “correct.”

“she couldn’t take it, not when she was a businesswoman on top of that. she was out doing herself at every aspect in her job, going to greater heights, and while she accused me of putting work first, she isn’t entirely innocent, either. but that’s . .”

“you don’t have to say anything, gojo-san,” you mumble as you watch the reunion of the characters in the movie before the screen cuts the black, no doubt affecting him in some way at the warmth displayed by the movie that contrasts heavily with his situation, “the fact that you even told me is . .”

the heavy atmosphere is disrupted by satoshi gasping, “papa! you’re home.”

you exchange awkward smiles as you watch the boy fight his way out of the blanket to hug gojo, the latter huffing when the boy drops his body weight on him and you take it as a sign to give them a bit of privacy, standing up to clean up the popcorn and cups. laughter and your employer’s voice resonate throughout the place even as they go up the stairs, a rare occasion where gojo is able to get his son ready for bed.

it’s only maybe an hour later when the house falls into silence. mouth burning from the mouthwash, the heater in satoshi’s room turned to a high setting, one bedtime story was read (which, he fell asleep halfway), the boy was out like a light. you felt it inappropriate to leave without at least saying goodbye, but you also didn’t want to cut into their time together; at least, that’s what you told yourself.

so you waited with your things on the kitchen island, getting a risky text just as gojo comes down, still in his suit from work.

[11:02pm, nobara -> you] BITCH GET THAT DICKKKKK!!!!!!! 

and you yelp softly, slamming your phone down onto his marble counter. thankfully, he doesn’t notice, eyes close to shutting from fatigue. 

“oh, shit, you’re still here?”

“i thought it would be, weird, if i didn’t say goodbye,” you get ready to leave, slinging your tote bag on, “but i also didn’t want to intrude on your time with satoshi, limited as it is.” well, you did also wish something would happen, but you had too much pride to admit it to yourself.

“you got a ride home?” he yawns and you feel guilty for extending your stay already. you didn’t even need to worry about the front door, he lived in a gated community for christ’s sake!

“um, not really, but i can always book an uber home.”

“i’ll drive you home, it’s unsafe,” is all he says like he’s trying to convince himself, “let me just get changed and we can go.”

gojo doesn’t leave you any room to protest before he’s up the stairs again and you’re left with a pounding heart and dizzy head, not sure what might ensue. you know him to be honourable; you’ve seen him with his child, you’ve seen him interact with his neighbours, but a late ride with your boss sounds sketchy as it is.

but it doesn’t feel like it when you feel the tokyo wind blowing through your hair, a slight gap in the window bringing you the chills of the night as he silently drives you back home. sitting in your employer’s car most of all felt weird, but even more so when he’s reaching your home faster than the gps system had predicted. his knuckles are white.

“you—”

your head snaps to him, “yes?”

his car headlights are the brightest in the parking lot where every car is silent, quiet, much like his clammy hands and red cheeks. gojo satoru turns to you, feeling that familiar tug in his heart and lump in his throat for the first time in a while, and he can’t speak.

but you lean forward like your life depends on it and you leap inwardly when you see that he does the same. eyes trained forward, your stares boring into the other, waiting to see who’d close their eyes first. you just stop short of an inch, met with the hypnotising swirls of raging oceans in gojo’s eyes and you swallow when his eyes flit down to your lips and back up like he wouldn’t get caught.

with shaking hands, your fingers trace over his lips and you sigh when you feel just how soft they are, just like his skin, just like his eyes when they look at satoshi. your heart skips a beat when he just lightly kisses the pads of your fingers, and that encourages you to cradle his cheek, up his jaw, up his undercut.

“let’s just kiss, yeah?” he was afraid that if he spoke too loud, he’d shatter the glass, snap the string of tension, voice cracking until you swallow it, you stomach his nervousness with a lively, strong kiss from your lips to his, and he just melts.

gojo hums into the kiss, leaning forward over the stick shift and into the passenger seat before you counter it with your own movements: hand on his shoulders and pushing until you’re on his space of the driver’s seat and playing the game of tug that’s been going on for the past few weeks. you win.

“god, you’re so . .” gojo whines out when you climb onto him, whispering into your mouth while you get comfortable in your straddling position, cutting him off with a second, rougher kiss and you both moan softly, passion taking over in the evident way your arms scramble to wrap around him while he pulls you flush against his front.

the car is filled with sounds of your kissing, something that definitely shouldn’t be done in his home and yet you risk it all in your home’s parking lot. you break the kiss and hide in his neck, already starting the makings of a hickey there while your pelvis selfishly grinds into his front and he kneads your ass. in the mingling of breaths and moans, he’s left to stop the two of you when there’s a muffled ringtone coming from your bag and you swallow at the insanity of the situation.

“i’ll see you, monday, right?” gojo breathlessly says later, bulge still showing through his sweats while you hang outside the driver’s side, not wanting to leave. he takes your hand, planting a peck on it and then brings you in for another harmless kiss.

“yeah, gojo-san . . monday.”

you lose count of how many times you’ve swallowed throughout the night, but he says something to lift the mood just a bit.

“we just made out and you’re still calling me by my last name?”

you laugh lightly, “monday, satoru. i’ll be there, same time, on monday.”

gojo leaves a farewell kiss to the inside of your wrist, “attagirl.”

 but if you’re not careful, it might just happen in satoru’s house.

the remainder of your employment at his house is tiring. it’s so hard not to kiss him before he leaves for work, so difficult not to long for him while you take care of satoshi, so entirely harrowing not to claim him as yours as you watch him play after his work. at this point, you’re hoping school will just start soon and the rush of assignments and readings will take your mind off of it, but you cannot deny the excitement every time you leave your house.

“you’ll bring food and cook every monday, wednesday, friday, and i’ll order food for the both of you every tuesday and thursday, how’s that?” gojo thinks it’s time to introduce him to larger pieces of food, but it’s gone past that by now and to your meal arrangements.

“i’m okay with cooking, though!” you assure him, and plus, you loved your parents’ home cooked bentos that they give you everyday, “do we gotta?”

“sorting out meals is tiring, (y/n),” gojo takes the place beside you, leaning against the counter just like you before drinking out of his cup, “i want to at least help at little.”

“you already are.” you smile, “i can see you making the effort.”

“it’s not enough, though, i could be doing better.”

gojo hates how this scene sets up — like two parents just figuring out the best for their kid — it’s a callback to the memory in the same exact kitchen. at least all you do is kiss and make out, because he wouldn’t know what to do if you moan out his name in that same intimate way that threatens his walls to come down again. he loved sex, he loved the bedroom, but he’s riding a thin line the way he’s doing with you.

“you are,” is everything that you say, and you leap forward to kiss him. you do it so hard that he has to put down the glass to fully embrace you, walking you backwards to the conversation pit and he carries you so effortlessly because he doesn’t want you walking backwards down some stairs.

he hates how you bring him into your lips, he hates how gently he lays you down, and he hates how you accept the kisses down your neck and body. you, on the other hand, aren’t doing so well, either — it’s either a hit or miss with a broken man like gojo satoru, and you’re stepping on glass shards hoping you don’t say anything wrong with him because he’s trying his best but he just can’t see it.

“are you okay with this?” he asks halfway down your torso and he gets lightheaded from how well his hands cover your waist. “tell me to stop, and i’ll stop.”

“n-no . . keep going, satoru.”

he exhales shakily at that, fingers tugging your top up and his hands are so cold you resist shivering, but you do anyway from the sheer fucking craziness that gojo drives you into. one pop of your button, and you’re already lifting your hips off the couch for him to remove your pants but movement on the stairs make you halt.

“papa?” satoshi calls out sleepily, rubbing his eyes and pouting. you can see it, almost, with how much time you’ve spent with the kid, and you hope he can’t see you. “i . . i had a nightmare and i just— i wanna sleep with you.”

he’s started sniffling and you feel your heart break that he knows his papa well enough to know he would never sleep in his room. his job always has him sleeping out in the living room.

go. you mouth, kissing your fingers and pressing it to his lips before he puts on a show — yawning, stretching his arms, already making satoshi feel at ease with his theatrics before he’s stopping at the foot of the stairs to look back at you. you already know gojo satoru has redeemed himself a hundred times over. i’ll see you tomorrow. 

funnily, satoshi somehow does have some intervention powers, because each time the both of you attempt to go down on each other, he’s either saying he threw up, or he needs to use the toilet, or that he’s hungry. while you both love him to death, it’s also becoming difficult to hold back each time you see each other. his car in your parking lot is all he has and you dare not to go to his workplace where rumours would spark.

so after a tiring night of getting a hyper satoshi to sleep, you’d at least try. at this point, you know not to expect too much out of it, starting always with some talking. it was easy to talk to your boss, and when you phrase it like that, it did come off a little strange, but it was far from that when your boss in his late 30s looked just like he did ten years ago and that he had crazy blue eyes and insane white hair and was hot.

“thank you for taking care of him for the past month and a half,” gojo thanked you, leaning over to give you a peck to the temple, “it means a lot.”

“he’s a sweet boy, plus, i do need the money,” you giggle, nudging him, “and it did let me get to know you . .”

“certainly,” he mumbles. drunk off your scent, he leans in again, kissing you fully on the lips now. you hum softly, going on your tippy toes and wrapping your arms around his shoulder. swiftly, he props you on the kitchen counter and you yelp in surprise, unable to help the throb of your pussy when he slots himself in between your legs.

jokingly, he puts his hand to his ear. “no satoshi interruption tonight?”

you smack his shoulder, “don’t jinx it.”

he laughs, a proper laugh before he sighs shakily, fingers thumbing your sides gently. “you know . . we shouldn’t be doing this,” you feel your heart sink a little, but he quells it with hovering lips over yours, “he could hear and wake up.”

“then why have you been accepting all my kisses, gojo satoru?” your eyes challenge him, but you know one touch from him would have you submitting to him. his breath fans over your lips, and you can feel his pulse speed up when your fingers go over his neck, to his nape, to his undercut. you run your fingertips through it.

“you have too much power over me, simple.” that sentence has your eyes fluttering close. it’s too much for you and yet you welcome it with open arms, “it’s become so bad that you’re all i think about.”

“is that so?” you pull lightly on his hair.

he nods, foreheads touching now and he’s trying to hold himself back, but, “i’ve been holding back, entirely too much, baby, and i don’t think i can, anymore.”

“yeah?” you whisper, bringing him in with your legs, “show me, then.”

gojo satoru decides that maybe taking the leap isn’t so bad, so he fully gives himself to you, tugging your lips to his in a clashing kiss that has you groaning in pain just a bit. he giggles and apologises and tries again, and this time, it’s got your hips moving against him, whimpering into his mouth. gojo’s hard just from kissing, something that he’s desperate to relieve himself off so — he’s whispering for you to hang on while he slots his hands under your ass and lifts you.

satoru knows his house well, walking up with you in tow and lips still on yours, right into his room. you giggle when he plops you down and he’s already looking forward to ravishing you, but —

“let me check on satoshi for a sec.”

you laugh silently, “of course, satoru, go.”

and once your boss’ made sure his son is out cold in slumber, he’s all over you again and definitely showing you how much he’s been holding himself back. you’re the pure focus of the night, making you chase for more when he pulls away and kissing down your body. he worships it, tongue circling a nipple while his hand plays with the other, eyes staring holes into yours from how intense the blue was.

“s-satoru . .”

“yes, sweets, what is it?”

“feels good—” you whine, back arching into his hold once he leaves your tits and continues down your body. each kiss is like hellfire against your cold skin, and he pops a button and listens out again, both of you sighing in relief and giggling to each other when you don’t hear a knock on the door.

“does it? good.” it’s tantalisingly slow, the pace at which gojo peels your clothes off, but when your pants are finally off, he marvels at your beauty as he brings your legs apart. you’re shy, hiding yourself behind your arms and resisting his hands.

“aht, no, c’mon, show yourself, baby.” he only moans when he sees the dark patch at the centre of your underwear, pressing a finger into your clit and you’re ashamed at how intensely you react to it. gojo continues his torture, thumbing your bud just to watch your face contort into pleasure, “so, so pretty.”

you preen at the praise, even more so when he pulls your panties to the side and sucks slowly on your clit. it’s slow, again, and you’re clutching the sheets so tight when he lays his tongue flat against your pussy. satoru takes his time, savouring each bit of your cunt to make up for lost time, filling the room with the lewdest noises of your sopping cunt on his tongue.

“taste so fuckin’ sweet, pussy’s s’good,” he practically moans into your core, arms wrapping around your thighs to bring you closer while you try to keep your noises down to a minimum. little pants and mewls leave your lips, eyes never leaving the head of hair.

but he’s unpredictable, as gojo always is, so when he’s hovering over you just to give you a little innocent kiss, you think nothing of it, until he’s back in front of your pussy and starts eating you out like a starved man. you let out a loud moan, dragging it out until you’re gulping down your next sounds. it doesn’t help much, though, cause gojo’s slurping at your pussy like it’s the end of the world.

“s-satoru—! too much—” you moan but your hips grind into his mouth, your hands now finding purchase in his hair, “t-too loud.”

“mmf— don’t care,” he mumbles into your cunt, making sure he gets every drop of your arousal on his tongue while he abuses your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking hard and you think it’s the best head you’ve ever gotten.

“not when your cunt’s so perfect,” you only press his head deeper into you like it would stop his muffled sentences, but that only spurs him to suck harder before he just shifts down a little to plunge his tongue into your hole. you choke out a moan as his nose nudges your clit, clenching around his muscle.

“relax— mmhh, you gotta relax, baby,” he’s massaging your thighs but if anything it does the exact opposite, closing your thighs around his head in sensitivity.

“it’s— h-hard to,” you moan out, already feeling the coil in your tummy that’s approaching oh, so quickly when gojo eats you out like this. he shifts his attention back to your puffy clit, eyes flicking up to make contact with yours and you shrivel under his intense stare, “w-when you’re making me feel s’good—!”

you feel him smile into your cunt but he says nothing, taking note of the drop of your jaw, the scrunch of your eyes, the contractions of your stomach. your legs like to straighten out and shake when you’re close, he memorises. when you start to tighten your grip on his hair, he ingrains it in his mind.

“cumming— i’m c-close,” but it’s like satoru doesn’t even need it when his eyes digest the way he sends you over the edge with just his tongue.

“g— god! satoru!” your mouth falls into a silent scream after, head dipping so much into the pillow while you grind your cunt into his face, gushing all over his face with a renewed spirit and regret for all those times that men have rubbed your left lip thinking it was your clit.

“let it go, yeess . . that’s it,” satoru doesn’t hesitate to get sloppy, sucking up all your cum, gasping for air once he’s done with his meal, “pretty girl just came all over my face.”

you struggle to your elbows despite the words he utters, propped up just to catch a glimpse of him and the soaked bottom of his face that stretches into a smile.

“was that better than all the uni boys who’ve never felt the touch of a woman?” you laugh at that, making quick work of grabbing his chin and bringing him back to your lips.

“much, much better.” and you take the opportunity to flip the tables, trembling, shaking legs trying their best to wrap around his torso to straddle him —  but once you’re over, you’re not quite sure what to do apart from letting your hands roam all over the expanse of his shoulders and chest.

“and can she do it again all over my cock?” the obscene words sound almost taboo falling from his mouth that your mouth drops open in initial shock, but it subsides into anticipation soon enough.

wordlessly, you take matters into your own hands, fingers making quick work of his trousers while he removes his top impatiently. the scowl on your face is prominent when you struggle to work his belt out and he chuckles with helping hands, the burn on your face deepening.

“there,” gojo giggles and he pulls you in with a peck-filled apology, “don’t worry, we have all the time in the world.”

you hum, “not when your son could knock any time soon.”

that prompts a giggle that fades off into a loud moan once your warm hand wraps around him, something that he’d never tell you how many times he’s fantasised about. slowly, you stroke his cock, excruciatingly slow just like how he’s done to your cunt earlier.

you’re hovering over him, now, dragging his tip along your pussy and whining softly at the pre-cum that mixes together with your juices. you need him into you as soon as possible, and apart from your soon burning thighs, you’ve been wanting this for as long as you’ve stepped foot into his house from the very first day.

inch by inch, you sink down onto gojo’s weeping cock, getting the luxury of feeling his sensitive twitches with the plunge into your cunt. you’re glad at least he had offered to stretch you out just a tad bit earlier, the intrusion of his fingers already having you panting for his dick; and now, when you have the real thing, it drives your mind insane.

“’t-toru— haah . .” your body curls up from the painful stretch, lips muttering the nickname unknowingly as you grasp onto his shoulders for support, and while he helps you on, he never stops saying the most filthy things, grinning each time you clench around him.

“never thought i’d be here, fuckin’ the babysitter, but here we are,” your oh my god is whispered only for the other to hear, body burning up from the words before he grinds his pelvis into yours and you slump forward in pleasure. your words are a bunch of nothingness, a string of incoherence, “and her pussy’s just so fucking— tight!”

giving you one or two breaths of rest, satoru coos in your face, cradling it and littering kisses all over it before he’s moving his hips and you’re breaking the kiss to whine out, moving your hips to meet his as well. you move sooner or later, bouncing on his cock once you’re more used to him in you and the position only hits all your spots just right.

“f-fuck— you’re so big—!” you roll your hips into him, eyes stuck on how there’s just a small bump in your tummy each time you bottom out. your boss from across you is equally ruined, eyes struggling to keep open with wet hair stuck to his forehead. “feel so so g-good . .”

“yeah?” he breathlessly mumbles, hand squeezing and kneading your ass and trying to help you, but the warmth of your cunt around his length just feels too good. “bounce on that dick, baby.”

and you do, planting your feet into the bed and fingers creating bruises along his shoulders as you impale yourself on his fat cock, switching to relaxing in his embrace and letting your hips do the work when your legs start hurting. there, you indulge in gojo’s lips as you hump him, the delicious friction of your clit against his pubes sending you reeling.

“you’re going to be soaking my sheets from how much you’re leaking,” gojo jests, letting your moans take over his mind while his lips trace down your neck, eyes just peeking over to see your ass ripple from the force. “not that i mind. how’s she doin’?”

“she’s getting,” a choked whine interrupts you, “a little tired.”

and that draws a laugh out of gojo who does nothing but tease you, something he likes to do even in makeout sessions, and he doesn’t hesitate to reach over to his bedsie table to grab his phone, leaning back to bask in your glory. here, your body just looks heavenly as you try your best to move on his lap.

“hang on a little more for me, princess,” with one hand, his larger hand leave chills all over your body and the other points his phone at you, not before making sure you were okay with it, “and smile for the camera.”

you try your best even when his hand make his way to your mouth, pulling it open with his fingers to slot it in. you’re sure you look like a whore right now, but the camera pointed your way only turn you on more, like it’s beckoning you to put on a show. and you loved the attention, so you close your lips around his fingers and start sucking, grinding even harsher on his cock that has gojo stuttering.

“y—yeah, attagirl . .” he grins at the video he takes, “show the camera how much of a cockslut you are.”

you whine, bringing the hand to your clit while you shove two hands onto his torso to really work your thighs out, feeling that familiar curl in your stomach once he starts rubbing his saliva-filed fingers along you bundle of nerves. 

“r-right there, satoru—!” you swear under your breath, giving hooded eyes to the camera while you chase your high drunkenly, all sort of coherent thought banished from your head. “love your cock, love it, love it—!”

satoru swears he wants to cum from just watching you use him, and even holding himself back is proving difficult when you clamp and tighten around him until his fingers press particularly deep into your clit and you’re cumming with a loud cry of his name, body convulsing all over the video.

“tha’s a good girl . . cream my cock, yeeaaahh . .” gojo watches, hypnotised, as you lose control over your body, but the pleasure-filled whimper that you merge his name with is just too good, that he spills unexpectedly in you. the video is far from stable, so he only slaps the phone down to relish in his orgasm. gojo pushes his hips up and you gasp at the feeling, back arching when you feel his cum seep into you.

you’ve never even given much thought to pregnancy, but the feeling of his cum dribbling into you fogs your mind that you only want more after a mental note to buy the morning after pill tomorrow.

“n-need more,” you beg, fondling at his cheeks and undercut, “w-want more cum in me, satoru . .”

and it’s like a flip switches in him, because he’s flipping you over right after — he has to see his cum leave your pussy first though, taking the still ongoing video and putting it right up to your pussy, using his tip to smear your mixed juices all around.

“who knew i’d hired such a dirty girl?” he addresses the camera more than you, but he catches your flustered glance with a wink and after poorly setting up the camera on his bedside table (he just was too intoxicated on your cunt), he’s pushing back into you with a loud groan, not even caring for the consequences any more. his cum is just so much, too, spilling out the sides.

“only f’r you,” you mumble, grabbing at his forearms needily. your eyes flutter close as he bottoms out, your legs pushed right up to your chest as he folds you whichever way he wants to. at this point, if he wanted to own you, you wouldn’t object one bit, not when gojo satoru’s cock stretches your pretty pussy so nicely. “a cumslut only for you.”

“yeah?” he starts moving his hips and your arch into his hold, “i wonder how i got so — fuck — lucky.” everything is sloppy and wet and disgusting and you love every moment of it, even after he’s cummed in you the second, third, fourth time, you’re happy to be pumped full of his cum, giving him a tired, glistening grin that he returns.

“think i should be transferring over my life savings for a cunt this sweet,” you giggle at the compliment, but don’t protest when he’s pulling up the app to gift you with a hefty amount; both your salary and bonus, all from making gojo satoru fall helplessly just from your touch — something to brag about indeed.

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