#'youll change your name

[flashdoesahundredyarddash]

MY SILLY MANS BIRTHDAY (his comic bday though)....be prepared to get birthday art of some sort for him, or share the amount of drawing I have of him. Along with a bunch of headcanons or scenarios I've had of him written in my dark depths of google docs

[pricetagged]

raft of the leucothea

A little Kyle piece for the Gaz lovers 💖 to tide you over while I work on the Nikolai and the Price stuff.

Shipwrecked. Washed ashore, injured and sick, and thankfully not alone. A man called Kyle Garrick has washed ashore with you.

No big warnings, just some ever-so-slight dubcon naked cuddling (for survival!).

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The harsh, salty spray stung your cracked cheeks. Like clay left to bake in the sun, you felt the cracking and peeling of stinging flesh. But you felt it, that was the important thing. 

Sunshine seared through your eyelids, a high noon wake-up call. Glowing ember-red, turning the sands to hot coal beneath you. You only had a second to process it before you rolled over, cramping muscles seizing in a paroxysm of a crawl as you hacked and coughed briny, burning seawater.

Alive then. 

You were scared to open your eyes. You could pretend that they were crusted shut, sand and grit and god only knows what flaking over. Irritating, painful. A conjunctivitis of caustic circumstance. If you opened your eyes, it was real.

No, it was better as you were. A temporary balm to a blistering scald. Eyes-wide-shut, blind to the horrible damp marl and putrid air burning through your smarting nostrils. Sea life and smoke; pungent enough to turn your stomach once more.

You moaned as you collapsed on the shore, skin-fever hot and itching. Grit and shell-shards dug in, piercing your sensitive flesh. Clinging, burrowing. Discomfiting. Like the discordant memories swimming to the surface, all driftwood and screams and kicking, aching feet.  

There was no more screaming.

The waves lapped at the shore, a gentle balmy breeze carrying the soft sloshing of surf. Hazy popping and crackling accompanied it, a paradisiac white noise that scrambled your sluggish thoughts. Your eyes fluttered open. Temporarily blind from solar glare, you blinked moisture back. Tried to, at least. You were parched, eyes-dry and throat drier. 

Perhaps you expected to see devastation. Destruction. Flotsam and jetsam and bodies strewn along the beach. There was a fire, yes, but it was not from the casket of the ship. Debris visible, but neat. Collected and organized into tidy little piles by a great smoking fire. Through the heat-haze of the flames, you spotted a flash of green: fresh leaves. Gaseous white billowed up; perfect for maximum visibility. 

"Ah, you're awake." A shadow fell over you, gentle hands supporting your back until you were somewhat upright. "Here, you'll need this."

You grimaced as your cracked lips crinkled around the fruit, harsh little fibres stabbing in. But the relief–

Light, nutty, refreshing. You guzzled it down, big greedy slurps as your hands raised to cup it closer, throat constricting as you lost your breath–

"Hey, hey, slow down," the stranger spoke, easily plucking the coconut from your shaky fingers. "You'll make yourself sick. Again."

"Thanks." You could at least croak out your gratitude, squinting to get a better look at him. "The others–?"

He was gorgeous, dark eyes and eyebrows slanted into the perfect expression of concern. He looked surprisingly normal, given the circumstances. Only a slight split on his full lips, a smear of sand crusted into his curls, marred his handsome face. You watched as his mouth twisted, as he rolled his neck glanced away. A grimace, more telling than words. 

"Just you, me, the sand and the coconuts. Paradise cruise, eh?" He finally spoke, nose scrunching as the joke came out a little flat. 

It wasn't a shock, but it was jarring all the same. Though you swallowed, your voice came out thick. "At least you're here. Wouldn't have gotten this open by myself."

It was feeble, words half swallowed as survivor's guilt and gallows humour met and warred. A dysfunctional marriage of relief and self-reproach curdled the coconut water in your stomach. A third player entered; unease. Anxiety, sending your heart rate spiralling high as your breaths grew shallow. Something stung your eyes, and you couldn't entirely blame the smoking fire–

"Hey, hey, look at me," You couldn't look away, not from his steady, unwavering gaze. Beautiful. Like sunlight filtered through whiskey, warm and soothing. "Breathe as I breathe– in, out, in– hold it– okay, out. That's right, that's perfect–"

He talked you through it, brought your trembling, clumsy fingers to his chest as he breathed in counts of eight. Kept his palm over your hand, cupped it against the rise and fall of his ribs. You could feel the firmness of his muscles beneath, feel the way his heart beat a steady rhythm just below your fingertips, and slowly, you relaxed into it. 

Your cheeks were wet. You realised that around the same time you realised his other hand was rubbing ataractic circles on your back. A shameful emollient, setting you at ease but lowering your gaze. Here, in the arms of this stranger, who were you? Troublesome castaway, retching on the beach as he built a signal fire. Slurping down the fruit that he offered, then crying in his arms–

"Stop that," His hand paused between your should blades, chin tucked as he leaned down to catch your gaze. "You're doing so well, love. Bit of a fucked up situation we're in here."

"How are you so calm? How are you so organised? I feel like I'm going to drift away like–like–"

The hand at your back pushed you forward, pressing until you were draped across his lap. He rocked you, stubble against your temples as he shushed and soothed. Analgesic whispers that slackened your tight limbs, sent eyelids fluttering until you slipped into slumber. Mind numb, docked in restful harbours. 

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When you woke up, you were hot. Shivering, teeth-chattering, but hot. You could no longer smell the fire, but you could feel it against your bare skin. Toasty, crackling embers smouldering and making you sweat. 

The fever slowed your mind, too. Thoughts turned to sluggish, sticky mulch as you nuzzled into the strong bicep supporting your neck. His skin was smooth, slightly tacky where it met yours, and you whined a little as you tried to pull away. 

But moving sent your head spinning, aching muscles seizing until all you could do was cry. 

"You're alright, just sleep. Don't move–"

"My clothes," you slurred the words, heavy and sticky on your tongue. Crystallising like spoiled honey, you tried to spit them out faster, but they just dripped. Molasses-slow, and murky. Confused. "I'm not– my clothes are– what–?"

"I took them off you–shh, shh– They were tattered anyway, we'll need to dig through the piles and see what we can repair." You felt his arm flex below you, rolling your head until it was resting on the pillow of his chest. You tried to open your eyes, but the image was hazy. Like looking through seaglass. "It's cold here at night, freezing. The fire's good, but body heat's best."

"'m too hot– feel too–" 

"Yeah, noticed you weren't just cold when you wouldn't stop shivering," his forearm banded around your squirming body, pinning you to his. "I know, baby, I know. It's not nice. Gonna try to sweat it out of you. Don't exactly have the luxury of good food and medicine." 

His voice was pitched low, sweet. It made you want to cry, mind adrift and body at his mercy. Holiday turned tragedy, swallowed up by the sea and spat up on the beach like refuse. Control slipped through your fingers, finer and more fickle than the sands below and all you could do was cry. 

You felt his fingers, whisper-soft, stroking through the ends of your salty, parched hair. Your tears dripped down, soaking into your flushed cheeks and the sparse, scratchy hairs on his chest. He paused for a beat, fingers swiping over your damp forehead. Whisps pushed away until you felt a butterfly kiss against your clammy forehead. Quick and gentle and fleeting. 

Small waves kissed the beach, too. Susurrus, splashing caresses that almost sent you drifting off again. The rumble of his voice tickled your cheek, made you blink slowly until you could make out his face through bleary eyes.  

"It's just you and me and this island," He spoke it softly, sting mollified by surety. Bittersweet ointment for a distressing prognosis. "I've got you; I'll take care of you. I promise."

Your answer was faint. "What if no-one comes for us?"

His arms curled tighter around you, twisted until you were splayed atop him. In another time, another place, you'd be flustered by the open splay of your legs, bare against his lean waist. Here, shame withered away, fizzled out. Ephemeral as seafoam. 

"I told you, I'll take care of you. Rescue or not, it's you and me now."

Later, you'd blame delirium, fever dream-fugue, for how the words echoed in your mind. 'Just you and me.'

You and him, and the island.

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[syrupyyyart]

are there any rules for motley character’s? Specifically the food they’re named after, can it be any food or are there some restrictions?

Nope, no rules. Any food/edible item works, go crazy

[kingkenji]

i don’t fw lyra anymore let’s make out again

-grayson davenport hawthorne 😘

im sorry broskie but ive moved on. im happy with @the-realnazeera.

[discountsoysauce]

This is becoming a Vicious Death Note AU blog now great. Might as well just put down some bulleted ideas in no particular order instead of doing this one post at a time

- Eli as Light (enough said)

- Victor as L (no real reason for this other than he's Definitely not Light and he has enough similarities with L to make it work)

- no clue who the shinigamis are. Maybe they're just the same as usual. Eli and Ryuk interactions would be funny

- For the Shinigamis maybe something to do with Marcella and June?? Maybe June likes Serena for some reason? It feels like there's something there but I haven't gotten the right formula yet

- Really not sure where to put Angie. My original thought was Misa but Serena fits that role better

- Eli still killed his father but he gets adopted into another family that doesn't die

- does this mean he gets adopted by Stell??

- considered giving Sydney the Light's little sister role and I do think that would be interesting but would be pretty weird if Misa was Serena

- Mitch is the hacker behind Victor's detective. Maybe they're both criminals who've been given the opportunity to work with the police for their freedom? Or maybe they're working there for other reasons

- Victor and Eli were law students instead of pre-med. Whether they knew eachother before or not is up in the air. The main problem with that would be Eli knowing Victor's name

- Kira = Ever, L = V

- Eli and Victor mind games

- The handcuff scene

- Need to brush up on Misa Misa lore but uh. Maybe Serena left Sydney behind in a neglectful home to go to college and there was a break in and Eli coincidentally killed the intruder before Sydney could get hurt so Serena wants to work with Ever both because she's grateful and because her ideals align with his

- Maybe Sydney runs from the home after the criminal dies and bumps into Victor and then Victor takes her in?

- Victor picks up on the hidden darkness in Eli almost immediately

- SYDNEY TAKING OVER VICTOR'S WORK AFTER HE'S DEAD AND TAKING DOWN ELI

- or, conversely, just shooting him as soon as Victor dies consequences be damned

- Victor still does blackout poetry

- Eli's god complex

- he's still religious. Somehow. Being told that he can't go to heaven or hell because of the death note is jarring at first but he copes by convincing himself that this is his god-given duty and the consequences are worth it. He's just more determined to do all he can while he's alive. At the end of his life he has his revelation that he was wrong and it was all useless

These are all just ideas. I'm 110% open to discussion on this. If you've seen Death Note but don't know Vicious and Vengeful, I recommend reading the books. If you've read Vicious but haven't seen Death Note, I recommend watching the anime and then also listening to the musical because it goes hard. If someone wants to take this idea, do whatever you want with it it's taken over my brain

[dnfity]

I needed a 10 days notice.

ok fine.

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

the song Joe is so funny to me. "I don't even think of you, I've got too much stuff to do. (...) Still Joe, do you think I'm cool?" bro you wrote a whole ass song about him. you can't say you don't think about him anymore dude

[wygolvillage]

ok im catching up on warrior cats now. finally reading sky

[closetdbisexual]

i might be sick i actually wrote a thing about how this song related to barry and sally BEFORE tricky legacies came out and now its even more sickeningly accurate

[stabyou]

i log on. i see people be happy with their friends and experiencing the kindness i only dream about. i log off wanting to kill every part of me

[kit-kat-kotchka]

Dear lord...

Reblog with what you would tell your 13-year-old self in the tags.

[jacaerysgf]

LURKING !

monsterfuckertober day 2

summary: your life is completely shit. but one day you decide to do a good deed and clean a gravestone. and the ghost is very thankful towards you. maybe a little too thankful

w.c: 1.5k

c.w: ghost!jace, more plot than smut, fingering (fem), reader has a very depressing life, but dont worry jace is there to cheer her up, going based off my own ghost lore, talk of death, not proofread.

monsterfuckertober masterlist

taglist (open) @chimmysoftpaws

you were going nuts. you were so sure of it.

Your life had taken a massive downward spiral within the last two years. Both of your parents had died in a horrible car accident, then you found out your boyfriend of five years was cheating on you with your best friend and the rest of your friend group had chosen them over you and had left you all alone, you had been demoted in your barely paying retail job and could barely afford your bills.

Life was completely shit. spending most of your time alone in your apartment barely being able to afford groceries eating some shitty cheap takeout. You cried and you cried but your life never changed.

Yet it took one day for strange things to start happening to you. The worst thing had happened, after a long grueling shift dealing with annoying customers and shitty managers your car wouldn't start no matter how many times you tried. You cant even bring yourself to cry anymore, simply too wore down from everything going on and knowing you definitely cant afford to fix it or call a mechanic you simply leave it there to deal with another day and start the long walk home.

You end up stumbling across a graveyard you had never even noticed before. A particular gravestone catches your attention, you should just keep walking, go come and take a cold shower, since the heating in your apartment hasnt been working, and cry yourself to sleep but you cant take your eyes off of it.

its so dirty, like someone hasnt visited it in decades, you cant even read the words on it. You dont know what compels you to drop all your stuff next to it and spend your last 15 bucks on some supplies to clean it at a store nearby.

Suddenly you're on your knees scrubbing down the old stone until your wrist grows sore. after far too long and far too much sweat builds up on your body you can finally read the words on it.

jacaerys velaryon

1875-1896

beloved son and brother

you trace over the name with your dirt covered thumb as a sloppy attempt of pronouncing the name leaves your mouth. You don’t know why but a cold chill runs down your back, its almost as if a hand comes to caress your face and you jump back. Youve spent far too much time here you fear you’re starting to hallucinate. You head on your way home, sure you’ll regret the money you’ve spent tonight later knowing youll not be able to afford dinner tonight and sigh.

When you wake up the next day your apartment is warm. It's unusual, knowing the heating in your apartment is broken but when you go over to it you almost burn your hand at the heat of the radiator. did they fix it while you slept? That would be strange wouldn't they need to come into your apartment.

You try not to think about it maybe it was a problem with the building? you try not to think about it and walk towards the kitchen to eat. You freeze when you see a basket of fresh fruit sitting on the counter. you certainly cant afford that, and you get even more scared when you open up your fridge and cabinet and see them packed filled with your favorite foods and snacks.

You think maybe you just blacked out and went into debt buying yourself a bunch of stuff but when you check your account it looks normal. Now you worry, maybe you were still dreaming? but it seemed as real as it could get.

Your eyes hit a bouquet of flowers, red roses contrasting the bland apartment walls. you walk closer to it and notice a small note attached to the top and your breath hitches.

thank you.

now you’re even more lost. were you genuinely going crazy? who would even be able to do this and who would even be thanking you? when was the last time you did something worth thanking.

no. theres no way right? ghosts arent real. and they certainly dont have the ability to be able to do things like this. Maybe whatever higher power was out there was playing tricks on you. It started to feel less and less like a trick when you walked outside to go to work and saw your car there, perfectly fixed up without a scratch.

It grew harder to ignore the strange things that were happening in your life when people seemed to no longer bother you at work, it seemed like your bank account never dropped even when you would buy take out or have to pay rent for the month, the food in the fridge would stay stocked. You actually began to enjoy life, you smiled a lot more, without the troubles of bills or annoying customers and coworkers you actually felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

It also grew harder to ignore the presence that felt like it had entered your life and you didn’t want to. It was a welcome presence to you at this point, you had no clue what it even was, but you could feel the soft caresses on your face, the slight tingle of arms wrapping around you. Its strange, you should run in fear, be scared for your life but you cant help but revel in the airy affection. Its never touches you too strongly though you know it can after some ‘accidental’ grips and strokes onto your skin.

You later on learn its a he, further confirming your idea its this jacaerys though he never outright confirms it. he leaves you little notes along with a fresh bouquet everyday. It was romantic. or maybe you were just so touched starved that you had begun losing your mind and none of this was even real.

one day the tides in your relationship completely change. as your feelings for the mysterious figure in your home grows the more your desires grow. knowing he’s lurking in your home you’ve never taken the liberty to pleasure yourself as your imagination runs wild in the nights you spend in your apartment feeling his hands on your arms. you cant take it anymore.

Its been an especially long shift after work, your clothes are stuck to your skin from sweat, you cant even be bothered with eating right now as you toss of your clothes with a wicked fast pace as you make your way to the bathroom not bothering to check if there were any notes or gifts from him waiting for you.

You sigh as soon as you step in and allow yourself to soak in the steaming water for a good while. you soon enough notice a heart in the steam covered glass and your breath hitches. hes probably seeing you naked right now, it never truly occurred to you he’s probably seen you naked all this time. The idea has your mind running rampant on a track you cant seem to stop.

You cant suppress the whine that creeps up in your throat and you decide to fuck it. Theres nothing he can really do right? hes always around, you have to relieve yourself one way or another.

you leave your back against the wall. maybe you can make it a show for him. Your hands run down your body, giving your tits a light squeeze before continuing to drag them down your body towards your awaiting hole. He makes no move for awhile, even as your hands toy with your aching clit, as you whine and moan out as your insert one then two fingers into you, pumping them in and out of you.

What causes him to finally show himself is when you breathily say his name in a whisper, calling out to him. your fingers suddenly stop as a harsh grip is forced onto your wrists and your hands are ripped away from you. you look up at the empty space infront of you, you almost go to whine and complain before you feel pressure on your clit and throw your head back.

His hand quickly replaces yours, making quick work to shove his fingers deep inside you and pump and press them against your walls. you eagerly accept this phantom like presence as your legs begin to shake, you call out to him like a siren, hangs gripping at your breasts playing with your nipples while he continues to bring you pleasure, releasing with a long shout of his name.

you stay in the shower for awhile longer before exiting with your skin pruned and shaky legs. You take a deep breath as you go to do your skincare in the mirror and your freeze. A man around your age, curly dark hair and stunning eyes looking at your affectionately in the mirror. you turn around but see nothing there.

looking back in the mirror it was odd. finally seeing the man who had been doing you so much good. he was far too attractive, you did not know if he was always naked but he certainly was right now and it bas you throbbing.

you feel him as you see him wrap his arms around you and tug down your freshly put on towel to expose you once again and you allow him too, but this time you wont be taking your eyes off him.

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sometime during the month ill definitely write them actually fucking LMAO but take this for now lovelies later.

[silly-fox-and-its-stuffies]

youll change your name or change your mind and leave this fucked up place behind but ill knowwww ill know ill knowwww ill know

[drchucktingle]

LOOKS LIKE FOOD IS BACK ON THE MENU

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and if you're curious about that 'big summer trad publishing hardcover' then preorder BURY YOUR GAYS here and save this link next time someone tells you youll never make it without changing your erotica pen name

[wellijustfinnihedoneofthebooks]

Oh i should probably give context, i got kicked out for the name on my school id (which was actually my legal name at that point, i believe i got the name petition back that month) not matching up with the name i had to register for the test under (my deadname) so i got taken to a room off to the side where some poor guidance counselor had to call collegeboard to ask what to do. Lady on the phone was immediately sick of it, probably the most aggressively ive ever been misgendered, said i had to leave. Guidance counselor reluctantly told me to leave. I was the second student to get there, i left before the test even started.

Being turned away from every legal process imaginable has been kinda reminding me of that time i got kicked out of the SAT for being trans, and like man, has that happened to anyone else? Like is that just something that routinely happens to us but gets no media coverage or am i just the unluckiest person on the planet?

[barbies1shots]

"where ever you go i wont be far to follow,

oh i love you so ,

youll learn that i already know .

i love you , means that youre never , ever ever , getting rid of me !"

☆ - creep!satoru , yandere , stalker!satoru , obsessive!satoru , power dynamics , NONCON , abuse , SELF HARM , body fluids

Gojo Satoru who knows that everyone should bow down to him.

Gojo Satoru who everyone wants him dead from the moment he was born.

Gojo Satoru who expects everyone to know how powerful he is.

Gojo Satoru who could kill someone without raising any suspicions.

Gojo Satoru who has the same repetitive schedule, day by day.

Gojo Satoru who ignores all calls from his work just to find something or someone, to change his repetitive schedule.

Gojo Satoru who heard of you through his good friend, Geto Suguru.

Gojo Satoru who seemed uninterested and unbothered at the fact your cursed technique is completely defensive.

Gojo Satoru who, behind closed doors, relishes the idea of fighting a defensive technique.

Gojo Satoru who stalked Geto's schedule and eventually finds out where you go to school at.

Gojo Satoru who catches you from afar, drinking in your patterns and what you do on a daily basis.

Gojo Satoru who thinks you are the most beautiful, eye-catching person on this entire planet.

Gojo Satoru who wants to devote his entire being into being with you.

Gojo Satoru who purposely accidentally bumped into you and made you spill your drink down your shirt, making it see through.

Gojo Satoru who turned back on his infinity as he apologized many times with a sheepish smile on his face.

Gojo Satoru who asked what your name was and complimented your hair.

Gojo Satoru who, later that night, imagined pulling and tugging on it as he rubbed his tip that it looked more irritated than anything else.

Gojo Satoru who followed you wherever you went, he neglected his work, his studies, just to be everywhere you are.

Gojo Satoru who went wherever you went.

Gojo Satoru who visited every place you did.

Gojo Satoru who smiles in the fact you can not see him when he's with you.

Gojo Satoru who catches you smile differently at the patron behind the counter.

Gojo Satoru who wants nothing to come in between him and you.

Gojo Satoru who caught you in the store.

Gojo Satoru whos face scrunched up confusingly as he caught you ramble about the man you were talking to, suddenly went missing.

Gojo Satoru who nodded along as you told him what happened before the man went missing.

Gojo Satoru who shook his head.

"I could try and look for him if it helps your mood? I just dont want you being all sad anymore."

Gojo Satoru who appears at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers and an apology that he couldnt find the man.

Gojo Satoru whos eye twitches, as he tried to not laugh maniacally.

Gojo Satoru who smiled instead of laughing as you let him in your house with warm arms.

Gojo Satoru who bit his lip to try and hold back as your head rested soundly on his shoulder.

Gojo Satoru who put you to bed and left after putting a mini camera in your room.

Gojo Satoru who went home to immediately watch the live footage of you sleeping.

Gojo Satoru who smiled as he watched you change, your beautiful body bare just for him.

Gojo Satoru who stroked his cock the same way you played with your clitty when the stress became too much.

Gojo Satoru who scratches at his arms when he's stressed.

Gojo Satoru who makes himself bleed when things dont go his way.

Gojo Satoru who catches you on your way to your car after a long day of training.

Gojo Satoru who cocks his hand back just to deliver a leathal punch into your jaw, immediately catching you off guard and making your head spin sideways before you dropped unconsciously.

Gojo Satoru who scratches at his arms as he observes your face swell up and become discolored.

Gojo Satoru who wakes you up with his head between your thighs and his lips wrapped around your clit.

Gojo Satoru who stares into your face, waiting for a reaction.

Gojo Satoru who laughs in delight as you come on his tongue, making the grown man groan.

Gojo Satoru who pressed kisses into your sore face and aching neck.

"Ive been waiting for this for so long, baby. you just dont know. Ive been watching you for months and youre all I need. Youre perfect so accept me. I understand I did all this without your consent but you have to see the bigger picture here! I am meant for you, you were meant for me. I was meant to be yours! You cant leave us apart."

Gojo Satoru who turns off his infinity when he is with you.

Gojo Satoru who pleaded with you with a trembling voice and shaky hands.

Gojo Satoru who gripped onto you as he pleaded.

Gojo Satoru who wanted to feed you but had to force feed you due to you not wanting to be spoon-fed.

Gojo Satoru who dressed you up in dresses and small skirts because they were better than the wretched pants and leggings you were wearing.

Gojo Satoru who fucked you so good it had your legs tensing up and you running away from it.

Gojo Satoru who smiled wildly as you begged him to slow down, that you couldnt take it anymore.

Gojo Satoru who made you cum on his tongue untill you were limp and pliant.

Gojo Satoru who drunk everything you said up with a head held high and a smile on his wretched face.

Gojo Satoru who moaned and whimpered as you licked his lengthy cock.

Gojo Satoru who dreamed of this since the day Suguru mentioned you.

Gojo Satoru, whose toes curled in his shoes as he made you drink every last drop of his semen before he even thought about letting you out the chains around your wrists and ankles.

Gojo Satoru who stared at you with a scarily blank face when you screamed at him.

"Let me go dammit! I want nothing to do with you, Satoru! Youre just a power-hungry boy with a god-complex. you kidnapped me and forced me into this and- and people will find out! you can't keep me here forever!"

Gojo Satoru whose face stretched into an expression youve never seen the man make as he realized what you mean.

Gojo Satoru who smiled when you spat a glob of saliva on his shoe.

Gojo Satoru who snapped as you cursed him out.

Gojo Satoru whose foot made contact with your stomach, making your body lurch with every kick.

Gojo Satoru who smiled as he heard your cries and sobs.

Gojo Satoru who watched as you threw up everything the man fed you.

Gojo Satoru who watched you lay limp in your own vomit.

Gojo Satoru who squats down next to your head and kisses your hair line before whispering that hes incredibly sorry.

Gojo Satoru who smiled sweetly as your pained groans were heard from behind a makeshift gag from your underwear.

Gojo Satoru who wrapped your legs around his slim waist as he pounded into you.

Gojo Satoru who rubbed your clit harshly just to get you to clench around him.

Gojo Satoru who said you could take it when you said its too big. too long.

Gojo Satoru who rubbed ointment into the large bruises on your stomach.

Gojo Satoru who said he loved you more than he had the will to live.

Gojo satoru who knew you could never get away from him, never get rid of him.

if you have any tips PLEASE message me . i want to have more confidence in my writing .

-Aizawas BARB !