#I knowww it could just be straight wanting to be Like them not wanting to be With them

[lilolilyr]

Ok I know I am definitely reaching here but cousin Alison from the St Clare’s books = homosexual behavior

Args I should’ve live-blogged this from the start! I was binge re-reading these children‘s books all week and I’m for the first time realizing how incredibly crush-like Alison’s behavior towards the woman and girls she’s obsessed with is - like yes she tends to like them for superficial reasons and the other girls rightly make fun of her for being a feather-head and always falling for people who turn out to be shallow and not so nice… but that she keeps falling for pretty girls in the first place? Over and over again, every book? No Heterosexual Explanation dot jpeg

It starts in the second book she’s in, Summer Term at St. Clare’s, with “her precious Sadie.” who’s quickly the only one whose opinion she values and the only thing she’ll talk about, as the other characters notice, “She's like a gramophone record always set to say" Sadie says. . . . Sadie says . . . Sadie says . .”, and it keeps going throughout all the books adsfg

Case in point:

- ‘Miss Quentin certainly was extremely good looking. She had black piercing eyes, and a beautiful voice. Alison thought she was wonderful.’ ‘The class disliked Miss Quentin's “dears” and “lambs” and other names-except Alison. She loved them’ and the ‘sugared words of praise she felt sure would drop from Miss Quentin's lips.’ ‘Alison loved to wear anything that even remotely resembled her beloved Miss Quentin's belongings.’ ‘She waited round corners for her, hoping for a smile. She hung on every word the teacher said.’ (About a teacher in book 4)

- ‘Fern blushed and Alison, looking at the pretty, dainty girl with approval, stepped forward. “Fern!” she said with her charming smile. “What a pretty name!”’ ‘“Well, Alison, I can’t understand what you see in Rachel, to be honest,’ said Fern in her high, pretty voice. ‘But as it’s so important to you, I really will make an effort to be nice to her.’ She smiled her sweetest smile, which a delighted Alison returned with one of her own. … Alison was content, and made up her mind to speak to Rachel later. Perhaps they could be a threesome after all.’ (Fellow students in book 5 - and yes I’m laughing at the use of the word threesome xD)

-‘Margaret was a remarkably good-looking girl’… ‘Alison said nothing, staring raptly at Margaret’s retreating figure’ … “Alison, don’t say you’re going to lose your silly heart to Margaret” (an older student in book 6)

- ‘Alison leaned over the banisters-and, just as the others had guessed, she immediately lost her heart to the new girl. “She looks like a princess from a fairy-tale,” said Alison’ (fellow student in book 7)

-‘She had graceful, dramatic gestures, which filled Alison’s romantic soul with delight’ … “Alison, you’re not going to lose your heart to her, are you?” … “Why isn’t Miss Willcox the right person?” said Alison trying to speak coldly, though she felt very hot and cross “She’s clever, she’s written the most marvelous poetry, she’s got a lovely deep voice, and she’s most picturesque-looking.” … ‘thought that their beloved Miss Willcox looked lovely with her dark soulful eyes flashing’ (about a female teacher in book 8)

Femme 4 Femme Alison O’Sullivan confirmed

[frogatz]

smth abt fark waiting for spark every time . explaining it all however many thousands of times they met like that

[justmediocrewriting]

I just KNOWWW in my heart and punani that OPLA Sanji calls his girl "Duchess" when they get nasty and this has been living rent free in my mind for a HOT ASF MINUTE. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

-💅🏾

✍️: sis can I just say that I am SO HERE for your TED talk? I strongly feel as though OPLA Sanji is one of the rare men out there that can be romantic and downright dirty and degrading at the EXACT SAME TIME. Literally in the same sentence. For example:

★ He talks in such a sweet voice, like, this mans could say the filthiest and most degrading shit and it would sound like he’s praying to you.

- “is it too much? Do you need a break, duchess?”

- “you can take so much more, doll; I know you can.”

- “gods, duchess, you’re trembling. Do I affect you that much?”

- “you’re being so good for me, love. I think you deserve a treat.”

- “you’ve made me so hard, duchess. I think you should take responsibility.”

- “stay right there and don’t move; I want to worship every inch of your beautiful body.”

★ it’s not just his words either. He displays a mixture of dominance and worship in every move he makes

- holding you by the hips, hands nearly feather light on your skin yet halting every movement

- definitely a fan of stroking/holding your cheeks/jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes locked on him as he picks you apart

- don’t even think about closing your eyes. He’ll find a way to open them

- loves every inch of you and makes sure you know it

- absolutely loves to hold you in his lap. Will wrap his arms around your waist to hold you there until he’s satisfied, and though hes normally very composed and calm, there are times he gets impatient and will start humping you right there through his clothes

- isn’t a fan of getting extremely frisky in front of others; but you won’t be safe from hidden teases, such as a small squeeze to your thigh under the table or an “accidental” graze of his groin against your ass

- also makes a habit of riling you up through whispers

“you look ravishing today, duchess.”

“I can’t wait to get you out of those clothes.”

“I wonder how I should worship you tonight…”

★ a fucking sex god. Let’s be honest y’all opla Sanji gives off that vibe. He definitely knows his way around a woman’s body, but he also knows that every woman is different and that their optimal pleasure points vary — this makes him the most mind-blowing lover on the face of the planet

- he is immediately eliciting and gauging reactions even before the two of you get intimate

- it’s so subtle that no one really catches on

- refers to you by various endearments to see which ones bring the biggest blush to your face — he’ll then use that information to his advantage in the bedroom, using them so much that you’ll literally feel like melting

- his main goal in the bedroom is to send you straight to euphoria in the shortest time possible

- his hands are dexterous and experienced, locating spots within you that even you didn’t know existed, and finds your erogenous zones with little to no difficulty then abuses them mercilessly

- this mans talks you through your orgasms

“that’s it, duchess. Keep squeezing me like that, it feels so good.”

“gods, you’re soaking us both. So beautiful.”

“I’m here duchess, just let go. Let me see you lose it.”

“are you about to cum, duchess? Don’t be shy, you can make a mess on me.”

“you sound so beautiful, doll. Just like an angel.”

★ his own pleasure comes second to him, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t go all out when it’s his turn. The way he fucks you can sometimes border on brutal, with fast, deep thrusts that bring stars to your vision; yet he somehow manages to nearly replace any and all pain with intense pressure. I imagine that he’s a fan of any position in which he can see your face

-cowgirl

- missionary

- mating press

- strong enough to stand up and hold you while he fucks you — with or without pressing you against a wall

- fucking loves eating pussy, and is damn good at it

- though he thoroughly enjoys watching your face while he pleases you, he will give that view up for a good 69

- it absolutely drives him crazy to hear and feel you gagging on his cock as he slurps, licks, and sucks your pussy

- ride his face. Just fucking do it

- will move your hips for you if he feels you aren’t riding fast enough

- will willingly give up his right to oxygen in favor of burying his face between your thighs

- mostly dominant, but he will occasionally display some submissive behaviors — mostly with words

“gods, please don’t stop, duchess. Keep riding me like that.”

“your pussy is so damn good, love. I can’t get enough.”

“that’s it baby, take what you need from me. Use me, duchess.”

★ agghhh damn you nonnie this is INFESTING my brain right now. Maybe I’ll write a one-shot of this instead just headcanons at some point. “Duchess” is definitely an endearment that Sanji would call his partner. I also have a few that I see him using, such as:

angel (😩🤤), babydoll, doll, darling, sweetheart, madam, precious, GODDESS (fuckk I caaaant)

I’m so thirsty for this man it’s unreal.

Also, I know I’ve been basically dead on here and I apologize profusely for that. My motivation has been crushed for a while and I’m trying to build it back up bit by bit. Thank you all for being patient with me ❤️ I love you all so much

[ladysomething]

consider this: max is newly single so charles tries to be a matchmaker and set him up with girls but it's not working and you know you knowww

no plot, just a drabble. whoops!!!!

"I just don't understand," Charles says, kicking his feet in the air. His legs are draped over the back of Max's lounge, head dangling off the edge, watching Max play FIFA. Even upside down, and lightheaded from the blood rushing to his head, he's absolutely enamoured with how Max is playING. "They are all very pretty, and very nice. What's not to like?"

"Charles, would you just let this go?" Max says, barely dragging his eyes away from the screen for a second to hold the conversation. "I just didn't like them."

Charles is a little offended on their behalf. "Well, why not? They're very pretty."

"You date them, then," Max scoffs.

Ew. Charles doesn't date women. He just meant that they're objectively pretty, and any straight man would be lucky to have them. He only offered Max the finest of his friends, the ones who are beautiful and funny and kind and who wouldn't care that he's gone half the year.

But, he can't really say that. Even though he and Max are friends - Charles might even say best friends, as weird as that is - Max doesn't know that he's gay. He thinks he might be getting close to being able to trust Max with that information, but he's thought he could trust people before.

Instead, Charles just says, "If I wanted to date them, I would've done that by now. I definitely wouldn't set them up on a date with somebody else!"

That doesn't seem to ease Max's burden any. He actually seems to frown more, sadness pulling at the lines of his face. Charles doesn't know what he said to make Max look like that, but whatever it was, he wishes he hadn't said it. He hates when Max looks sad.

"Charles, Kelly and I . . . we didn't break up because I want to see other people. Um, we did, but it was because I'm interested in one specific person, and he's a . . . well, he's a he."

Charles almost falls off the lounge as he tries to scramble up, but instead of falling he ends up smacking Max in the side of the head with his feet. Max is knocked over, rubbing at the side of his head, while Charles tries not to fall over from the blood rushing out of his head and back to his body.

"You . . . you are?" Charles breathes.

He never thought . . . well, if he'd known, he would never have tried to set Max up with somebody else. He would have been trying to date him instead.

Max looks pretty uncomfortable, and Charles realises that maybe he's never really been able to trust people with this information, either. Maybe he's as terrified as Charles always is.

"I am, too," Charles admits. Then his face flushes, because he didn't break up with Kelly because he's interested in a he. "I mean that I'm gay. Too. Or whatever you are, I didn't mean to assume."

Max's face softens. "I suspected."

He did? Charles never suspected that about him. Then again, Charles didn't publicly integrate his life with a woman, so.

"Anyway, you can stop setting me up with your friends," Max says after a moment, turning back to his game. He doesn't continue on and say that it would be okay if they're male friends.

Charles doesn't think he'd be able to do it, anyway. Not now he might actually have a chance.

[wandasaura]

with all the EDGING talk— I wanna knowww

would like all of them know they’re edging her, or just one? Like if r wanted to, could she try and get one of them (probably natasha) to just fuck her?

let’s get one this straight, carol is the pushover out of all of them, but carol has been warned by maria that if she even thinks about letting r cum she’ll be the one getting edged for a week while she fucks r into oblivion right in front of her

[letitiaslabyrinth]

DIDN'T DESERVE | PART TWO

warnings: feels. like a lot of them. talks about mental and emotional abuse. Shuri goes o f f. angst, angst ending in fluff, y'all get a happy ending this time dw pairing: Shuriri word count: 2.5k A/N: LISTENNNNNNNNN I know I'm late with this alright? I knowww but I'm here now so 😭 also my bad for dipping for like a week? maybe more than that but I'm gonna be honest this fic was kicking my ass cause I was going through a lot while tryna write. needless to say there's so much projecting in this it's c r a z y. anyways even tho this took me so long, im still not satisfied with the ending but i digress since i need sumn to give yall ignore any and all mistakes cause this isnt proof read.

It had been a month since Riri told Shuri she wasn't going to forgive her and it had been the worst month of both of their lives.

Shuri had basically overwhelmed herself with her work in the lab. She never left—she practically slept there most nights. 

It's not that Shuri had things to fix with the suits, hell, she didn't even bother looking at them because they reminded her of Riri, but she needed something to keep her hands and mind busy so she just worked on small projects.

People started to notice, obviously, but nobody said anything. It’s not that they didn’t want to, it’s the fact that they knew Shuri wouldn’t listen. She was in her own world right now—her own safe space and anybody who tried to break her out of it in any way would be yelled at. 

Okoye walks into the lab, rushing to Shuri’s side as she almost falls over. “kumkanikazi wam kufuneka uphumle," (My queen you must rest) she says, helping Shuri sit down.

“I’m fine, Okoye.” Shuri brushes her off and tries to stand, only to nearly collapse for a second time. Okoye sits her down again.

“You have buried yourself in your technology for the past month, Shuri. You are hurting your body.”

Shuri sits there for a second. Her head drops, making her sit up straight. “Alright, maybe, I should take a nap-”

“In your own bed,” Okoye interrupts.

“Yes, in my own bed, Okoye.” Shuri rolls her eyes in fake annoyance before leaving to go to her room.

Once she’s there, she takes a shower first. The water feels so nice against her skin that she doesn't wanna get out. 

Over an hour later, Shuri stepped out of the shower. She wrapped her towel around her body and made her way to her bedroom. She dried herself off and put on a pair of clothes then sat on her bed. It was quiet. She didn’t know how to feel with no foreign noise or voice in the background. Shuri shakes her head and puts her phone on her bedside table. That’s when she sees it. In the crevasse between the bed and the night stand was a photo. Shuri picked it up. It was a picture of her and Imani. It was their first date. Shuri can feel tears starting to form and puts the picture down. She closes her eyes and wraps her arms around her chest, slightly rocking side to side. She hasn't taken any time for herself since her breakup with Imani and now that she was, it… actually, Shuri didn’t know how she felt. At least, not exactly. Yes, she was hurt. Yes, she was upset, but what else? Imani had put Shuri through so much mental and emotional manipulation that even when they broke up Shuri didn’t realize it. Shuri doesn’t know if she should feel relieved now that she knows or not. In all honesty, realizing that she was basically nothing more than a plaything for Imani to control, realizing all the sleepless night and petty arguments would only ever end in Shuri apologizing whether she was in the wrong or not, realizing that her and Imani did have something real before things went south, it hurt.

Over the five years that they’ve known each other, they’ve broken up and gotten back together again a number of times. Shuri knew she shouldn’t have given in to Imani when she told Shuri that she had changed but Shuri missed her. I mean, could you blame her? Imani wasn’t the only person in their relationship and she wasn’t the only one who made the mistakes.

This breakup was different, though. It was final. Shuri and Imani had had an actual conversation, over text, about their relationship. Of course, Shuri had been the one who reached out first but when Imani told her she was tired of going back and forth, that was it. She left her alone.

Memories of how they were before they made anything official ran through Shuri’s mind. The midnight calls that would end up with Shuri falling asleep first because of how safe she felt with Imani. The constant texting and inside jokes they had with each other that no one else understood. The sound of her voice, her sweet, pretty smile that she always flashed at the camera, the future plans they had made with each other. Shuri had felt like she had met her true love, her first love. Ironic, huh? That the first person she ever dated would be the same person she would be with five, ten, twenty years later. Shuri had opened up to Imani about so many things. Things she would deny if somebody had asked her about it. Yes, Imani was Shuri’s first girlfriend but she made Shuri feel like they would never leave each other. Like they would stay together forever.

Shuri’s phone buzzes, the sound freeing her from her own mind. She lets herself go and wipes the tears she didn’t even realize had fallen. 

Ima ❤️

iMessage

Shuri dropped her phone. She got up, pacing around her room. So many questions started falling into her head all at once. She couldn’t think. She could hear her heartbeat in her-

Incoming call from Ima red heart

Shuri gasps, “Fuck!” 

Tears swelled her eyes. Why was Imani reaching out now? Just when Shuri was trying to start her healing process. Shuri sunk to the floor, head in her lap, hands over her head. She let her ringtone play out but even when it stopped she didn’t make any efforts to move.

She ended up sleeping there

Shuri hears Okoye’s voice when she starts waking up. Okoye’s shaking her and checking her vitals with her kimoyo beads.

“Okoye, I’m fine,” Shuri groans. Her side hurts from the way she slept but she barely even remembers sleeping.

“My queen, you have a visitor downstairs in the common area,” Okoye says.

Shuri prayed to Bast that it was Riri instead of Imani. "Tell them I'll be down in a second."

Okoye nods once before leaving.

"Imani?" Shuri says, causing her to turn around. She looks… different. A good different. But Shuri won't let herself fall for that trick again. "Why're you here?"

"I came to apologize." Her voice is different, too. It sounds more mature than Shuri remembered. "I was tryna reach out to you last night so that we could actually schedule a day that you weren't busy so I could come by but you didn't answer so I figured an apology in person would be better."

Shuri keeps her guard up while Imani talks, her arms folded over chest. "I don't forgive you."

Imani stays quiet for a few seconds. "What? Shuri, I said I was sorry."

"Yeah, and I do not forgive you. You put me through hell, Imani, and I know you didn't seriously come here thinking that those two words would make you forgive you for everything. And, to be honest, I would tell you how fucked up in the head I am because of you, but knowing you, you'd probably use it against me in the future, if we even talk. So, why don't you just save both of our time and tell me why you're really here."

"Fine." Imani takes a deep breath. "I wanna try this again. I know I hurt you, and I am sorry, Shuri, I was going through a lot at the time we were dating and I projected my emotions onto you, which I shouldn't have. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I can't live without you."

"Then don't," Shuri shrugs.

"What?"

"Live without me."

Imani smiles. "I knew you'd understand -”

"Oh, no no," Shuri cuts her off, shaking her head. "I'm not saying we can get back together, Ima, I'm telling you to kill yourself. You know, since you can't live without me, just don't bother living at all."

"Shuri, what the fuck? What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me is that my ex-girlfriend who mentally and emotionally abused me for years came into my house uninvited, gave a half-ass apology where she tried to turn herself into the victim, and then had the balls to ask me to get back together. That's what's wrong with me. You've ruined so many friendships I had and now thanks to you, I can't get them back. You knew I had never dated a girl before and you took advantage of that." Shuri raises her finger as Imani was about to say something. "And before you say it, no, we cannot just move on like we've done in the past. I deserve someone better than you. Someone who doesn't treat me like shit and doesn't ruin relationships I have with people just because they're insecure about themselves. So, do us both a favor and get the hell up outta my house. And if you can't find the exit on your own, Okoye and the other Dora will gladly help you." Just as the words left her mouth, Okoye and a few other Dora Milaje soldiers came from the shadows, spooking Imani.

"This isn't over, Shuri," Imani says while she's being rushed out. "You'll come running back!-”

"Oh, for bast's sake," Okoye says, rolling her eyes and pushing Imani out the house. "Make sure she leaves the city," she tells two of the Dora. "I do not want to see her here or anywhere in Wakanda again."

"Yes, General," They say in unison, escorting Imani off of Shuri's property.

Okoye turns around and sees that Shuri's sitting down on the couch. "Shuri, are you alright?"

Shuri nods. "Uh huh."

Okoye sits next to her. "You're crying," she says softly.

Shuri doesn't make any effort to wipe her tears or even hear what Okoye's saying. She's too busy replaying the "conversation" her and Imani just had. She hadn't expected to go off like that. She knew she was angry but she didn't realize she was that angry. Her words, her voice, her tone. 

"Can you give me a moment alone?" Shuri asks Okoye and Okoye nods once and rubs Shuri's shoulder before leaving the house.

Shuri sat on the couch until the sun went down. She didn't realize she had been staring into space for so long until she felt her eyes getting heavy. She gets up slowly and drags herself to her bed, falling into it once she's close enough. She holds her legs against her chest and continues staring into space.

Riri paces herself in her head. Stop acting like a pussy and just knock, she says in her head. She takes a deep breath and knocks on the door. It opens slowly.

"Riri?" Shuri opens the door completely. "What're you doing here?" Shuri looks…like hell. Her voice came off so quiet Riri had barely heard her. There's bags under her eyes and they're red and puffy. She's been crying.

Riri rubs her hand on the back of her neck, "I wanted to talk to you."

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with me," Shuri mumbles. Her tone isn't harsh or anything, it's soft again. Despite Shuri's words, she opens the door fully, stepping out the way to let Riri inside.

Riri walks in slowly and sits down on the couch, Shuri sitting next to her.

"I know what I said to you the last time we saw each other was harsh, Shuri," Riri says after a few minutes of silence. "And I wanna apologize for it."

Shuri tilts her head, "Ri, you don't have to apologize for-" 

Riri shakes her head. "No, I do. I'm assuming you and Imani broke up before you came to see me and instead of understanding where you were coming from, I brushed you off. You didn't deserve that and I know it's no excuse but the only reason I did is because I like you. That's why it hurts me so much when you cut me off."

Shuri pauses. I like you. Like. Not liked. Like. 

"You… you like me?" Shuri says slowly. "Like, present tense, Ri? Like, like like?"

"Yes, like like, Shuri," Riri says smiling.

"Even though I hurt you?"

Riri shrugs. "Everybody makes mistakes. Don't worry about it."

Shuri stays quiet for a few seconds. "So, what now? Are you…my girlfriend?"

Riri turns her full body towards Shuri, looking her in her eyes. "Can I be your girlfriend, Shuri?"

"Yes." Shuri's answer is immediate but she means it. She likes Riri. She's always liked Riri. Riri was easy to talk to, Shuri always found herself at Riri's apartment whenever she and Imani ended up fighting.

"Should we watch a movie?" Riri asks.

Shuri nods. "You can pick, I'ma go freshen up a little bit and get some blankets."

…

It's been four months since Shuri and Riri have started dating. 

Shuri's happier now, way happier. Her mental health since she and Riri have gotten together has slowly improved. It's taken some time but when Shuri finally opened up to Riri about what she went through while dating Imani, Riri almost booked a flight to LA just to find her. Shuri had to beg her not to because she knew how that would end and she didn't need her new girlfriend ending up in jail because of her ex.

"Mama, can you come here for a minute please?"

Shuri pauses the TV and walks over to Riri, who's in the kitchen. "Yes?"

"I want you to try something for me." Riri puts a plate of food in front of Shuri as she sits down on the bar stool next to the counter. Shuri's confused at first, she doesn't know what the dish is, but before she can ask the question, Riri speaks up, "It's ground beef and rice. You told me you'd never actually had it before so I decided to make it for you."

Shuri smiles at the fact that Riri remembers. She takes a small bite at first then a bigger one. "This is good, Ri," she says with her mouth slightly full. "Like, really fucking good." Riri covers her hand over her mouth to hide her smile but Shuri can still see it from the way her cheeks go up.

Shuri finishes her plate in a matter of seconds. Riri had been making meals for Shuri ever since she found out she had barely been eating and despite eating being difficult, Shuri finished her food every. single. time. 

"You like it?" Riri says, still smiling, "Like, you really like it?"

"Yes, Ri. It's so good." While Shuri goes to put her plate in the sink, she kisses Riri on her forehead. "You should definitely open that restaurant you've been talking about."

Riri chuckles and sits on the counter. "I want to, but to open a restaurant, first, I need money. Then, I need a vacant lot, and then I need employees and-"

"Baby, I have money. I have people and friends who can work for you."

Riri shakes her head, "No, no, I wanna make it there on my own, and I'd love your help but I don't want the foundation of my restaurant to be you cause then I'm gonna feel like I owe you for the rest of my life."

"I get it, Ri. I want to help you, I do, but since you wanna make it on your own, I'll let you and when you do make it on your own, I will be there with you."

[evansbby]

in talks of other fandoms (and not a cod/ video games person myself)

BABE HAVE U CHECKED OUT THE RAFE CAMERON/OBX FANDOM?????

the best transition babe -amazing smut, but also like the best angst-y perv-y blurbs and series you’ll ever see. drew starley is HOT AS HELL I SWEAR and the girlies write him so good!!!

it’s also like HEAVY in the dd/lg vibes and pervert-y bsf or bffs bsf five. truly so good

if you’d like any refs to get started (cuz there are legit so many authors for this fandom and u do need to weed out the rly good ones sometimes- the activity i swear it’s literally at its peak lol) lemme knowww

obv we still love and are obsessed with sri- but in terms of engagement and stuff i know how much that feeling just suck and if you’d just like some lil fun- i rly recommend (can’t hide my ulterior motives that i want my favourite author on here to try out my favourite fandom currently because she’s the reason why i initially even stayed on tumblr) ❤️❤️

I see Rafe stuff on my dash all the time! A lot of my mutuals who used to be cevans girlies transitioned to rafe girlies bahaha, so whenever they like or reblog smth, it shows up on my dash!

But tbh, and I’ve said this on here before, Rafe lowkey annoys me and that interferes with my ability to find him hot 😭😭 it’s the writing of the Rafe character that annoys me bc when I watched obx, I fully expected him to be the hot troubled older brother which he IS but they gave him ZERO romantic storyline! They teased us with the Kiara thing but never followed through with it and that show annoys me bc it had so much romance and angst potential but they chose to focus on the treasure hunting wHICH NO ONE CARES ABOUT AND IT GETS OLD AFTER THREE STRAIGHT SEASONS LIKE BITCH I DO NOT CARE ABOUT BLACK BEARD TREASURE CAN YOU JUST GIVE ME RELATIONSHIP DRAMA AND RAFE KIARA ENEMIES TO LOVERS?? like send these kids to college fr!!!

Anyways Rafe is such a wasted opportunity of a character bc genuinely Drew Starkey is so hot AND he can act and clearly has a huge fanbase and yet his character is being wasted bc literally when I watch a show, most of the time all I care about is romance bc I’m just a girl 😭😭😭

But anyways, the fact that his character is so annoying on the show makes me not be able to read fanfics about him or take them seriously 😭😭 like I just cannot suspend my disbelief bc the show gives us NOTHING. NOTHING AT ALL. So if I ever start reading a Rafe fic, my mind will just substitute Rafe for Ari tbh 😂😂😭😭 like automatically.

And I’m sorry bestie, but for that reason I cannot write for Rafe either 😭😭 but the Rafe fandom does not need me, they have plenty of writers writing juicy fics for him and yeah I agree it’s all very dd/lg centric and nasty fucking smut centric and I WISH I COULD ENJOY THAT but I guess you should blame the obx show writers for that

[nikkiichii]

but she was right sera... she showed us a soul could improve he saw the light sera checked all the boxes that youuu said would prove a sigma deserves a second rizz now we turn our gyats no second glance its not as simple as you think not everything is spelt in inkkk WHAT ARE WE EVEN TALKING ABOUT SOME RIZZLER WHO FUCKED UP ALREADYYYY HE BLEW HIS CHANCE LIKE THE GYATS IN HIS MOUTH THIS DISCUSSION IS RIZZLESS AND PETTYYYY THERES NO QUESTION TO BE POSED HES UNHOLY CASE CLOSED DID YOU FORGOR THAYT JELL IS FOREVER a man only lives once well see you in one month and gyatta say I cant wait tooo come down and exterminate youuuu WAIT start what are you saying let me get this straight you go down there and kill those poor souls you didn't know WHOOPS guess the gyats out of the bag WHATS THE BIG DEAL sera tell me that you didn't knowww............. I thought since im older its my load to shoulder nawr... you have to listen it was such a hard dicisiion I wanted to say you the anguish it takes tooo do what was requiirredddd TO THINK THAT I ADMIRED YOU WELL I DONT NEED YOUR CONDESENSION IM NOT A CHILD TO PROTECT WAS TALK OF VIRTUE JUST PRETENSION WAS I TOO NAIVE TO EXPECT YOU TO HEED THE MORALS YOU'RE PERVEYINGNGG... THATS WHAT THE FART IVE BEEN SAYINNNGGG IF HELL IS FOREVER THEN HEAVEN MUST BE A LIE EMILY IF ANGELS CAN DO WHATEVER AND REMAIN IN THE SKY THE RULLLES ARE SHADES OF GREY WHEN YOU DONT DO AS THEY SAY WHEN YOU MAKE THE WRETCHED SUFFER JUST TO KILL EM AGAINNNN I was told not to trust in rizzlers.... by HER hah she should know WE SHOULD GO dont you seeee we've come so close look at them fighting theyre at each others throats dont you act all high and mighty did you ever think ur little grilfrind might be a liar dont Adam pls whats the fuss why hide the fact that ur an angellllll just likkkkkeeeeeeeee ususuusssssssss

You're getting blocked, buddy I know who you are 👿👿

[catchyhuh]

✨, 📺

+ it wasnt in the ask game but what yould you like to see from a part 7?

ooh honestly that's a good question BUT FIRST THE MOJIS

✨- heh. this may come as a shock but i really like these characters. being totally honest you could put these motherfuckers in a blank white void for 20 minutes and i'd be watching with rapt attention, because the level of personality they've all gained from 50+ years of writing is insane to me! it's like a little soup. everybody comes in and they're all making same soup, and very rarely do ingredients get taken away but people are ALWAYS adding MORE!! IT'S SO GREAT I LOVE IT so yes the thing that keeps me latched onto this shit like a leech is easily the characters

📺 - very, very basic answer but as someone who delights in the goofy stupid side of the franchise i have to say part 2 WHICH I KNOWWW IS BASIC it's just so downright ridiculous. and sometimes they play that ridiculousness straight so hard that it wraps around into being genuinely good. i do agree it's very overhyped and there's much, much more you can get from lupin the third than just hehe silly toonami dub but really. really. it's so funny.

and for what i'd want in part 7, uhh. time. i want them to wait. focus on other stuff for a little bit, y'know? write a new, actually unique manga, have some fun specials, maybe even a new video game would be really cool! this is my nice way of saying they need to understand how to have fun with their characters again and MORE than that, understand the reason lupin the third as a whole works: it's character driven. the plot is an excuse for things to happen to our characters, not the other way around. and having an ongoing story throughout just. doesn't work with the fast-paced nature of these guys! i guess that's my short answer: i want thefts of the week baby. i don't care if you have trouble coming up with random shit for them to steal, i don't care if they're just stealing a pineapple shaped usb that has a picture of a hot dog on it. i just don't want anymore plots that last more than 2 episodes, THREE if it's very very special. that is my part 7 wishlist. also they need to give goemon his meat back i don't want ANY MORE CONCAVE CHESTS!!

[euphor1a]

Camelia, aloe vera and papyrus for the ask gameee???? I really wanna knowww

Hihi sweets! Thank you for sending in 💗; i appreciate it so much! 🥺

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

whoa this is gonna get heavy, so i’m warning everyone reading this beforehand. things have changed for sure, i’d say... but it’s hard to point it out exactly. my younger self went through a whole different spectrum of human experiences. things were... nice(?) when i was a literal child, but it got gradually worse, worse and worse to the point where i moved out at the age of 17 and started living in a dorm in a different town. younger me was incredibly strong willed, hardworking and hopeful. i still find it super crazy how i got through everything i did and that i’m still here, surviving. younger me had so many big dreams and was motivated to follow through. i was also a bit naive, and i struggled a lot with determining characters, so i ended up getting even more hurt trying to maintain friendships with the wrong people and such. it’s not the same anymore with these things... my mental health has been a constant issue since mid-2019 (although, i must say that i’m doing a LOT better now — people who’ve been here for a while would know), and the world just kinda turned black & white... i think a lot of young adults feel the same though. i’m also super cautious about making connections with people now, which has been... idk, both good and bad? like sure, i’m a pretty lonely being, but at least i’m not hurting for people who don’t deserve me! also, it all just crashed down with the pandemic, y’know? it’s hard to say how much i’ve exactly changed, because i was brought up in a situation where i was forced to mature very early. and to be uncomfortably honest, i might seem a bit childish when i get comfortable around someone. guess i had suppressed my inner child too much with everything going on, and whenever a comforting/reliable presence comes along, it resurfaces 😅. anyway, i’m still very very proud of the younger aleyna. i wish i could hug her and tell her how amazing she is, how thankful i am for everything she did that led to me being here (in a relatively stable position) now, how the lessons she learnt through hardships made it easier for me to navigate through this complicated world... the list is endless. i just hope that a few years from now on, i can look back to this self (my late teenage years and early twenties) and feel just as proud for doing whatever i am doing right now ☺️

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

answered here ♡ !

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

the song which came up this time is “to you” by seventeen. i, genuinely am, in love with this song. have been that way since it was released in 2021. see, i got into kpop back in 2019 through bts and twice (good times)! and it took me a lot of time to actually branch out from that starting point — txt playing a big role in it because i was obsessed with run away when it came out (still my fav title track by them). i came to know about seventeen on 2020 when left & right came out, and i loved it! but i didn’t exactly go straight to “stanning”, i just added them on spotify and just vibed along whenever it came up. after that it’s mostly a blur with svt for several reasons. until attacca came out on late 2021, i saw the rock with you mv, and was like: HOLD THE FUCK UP I NEED TO GET INTO THIS SHIT IMMEDIATELY?! i remember doing everything i possibly could (following their socials and stuff, adding all their albums to my spotify library, etc.)... believe me or not, it took me almost 7 months to catch up with all the content i wanted to check out. and well, the rest, i’m sure you can see/guess. about “to you” specifically though, my first impression was — “is it legal for a song to be this good?! did they put drugs in it or something 😭?” and it’s still the same. “to you” is a work of art, one that made me feel emotions i thought i’m not capable/eligible of feeling. i love attacca the mini album so much, from the top to bottom. what a gem!

— random get to know me asks 💌

[tandytoaster]

Tldr i think there is an attempt being made to groom me. For a second time. By the same person

I think i have a very good reason to be afraid. I was thinking about it today, how steve has been repeating himself over and over and over and over. The same thing, "if you need anyone I'm here your sister is here, you can call any time and I'll answer, if you want to come over you can"

When he called me last night I thought he was going to drop something terrible on me because 1. He's never called me 2. This is the most he's ever said to me in 15 years. I was like, "did something happen???" Because it came out of nowhere. 15 years after me trying to avoid him as much as possible, him UNDERSTANDING THAT, and then he calls me and is like, "we're here for you etc etc etc" I thought my mother took a turn for the worst I was fuckin scared.

While thinking today I was fighting with myself trying to look at this from an outsider's view which this probably looks like a concerned distant stepfather trying to awkwardly express his support and is trying to make sure I'm not bottling anything up. Like how someone who doesn't really know how to help when they can sense something is wrong so they just keep asking over and over if something is wrong.

But I've seen this pattern before. I remember it very fucking clearly.

I'm 10 years old I'm in a vulnerable spot. My mother is not nice to me. He sees this and He's nice to me. Says the same affectionate / supportive thing to me over and over. Yippee woo trust #earned

I'm 25 years old and I'm in a vulnerable spot. My mother almost died. I'm distraught. He sees this and is nice to me. Trying to earn trust, trying to repeatedly say supportive things to me, access denied.

And playing devil's advocate against myself I was thinking maybe I'm thinking too hard about this, is he really going to try something again is he really that stupid, or am I looking for a pattern which is why I see one.

But then I remembered a very, VERY crucial part in the equation. My mother is not there. She is not there, she is out of the house, removed from the setting but a part of the set up.

At 10 years old, things would happen when my mother was out of the house.

At 25 years old, Why Do You Keep Repeating That I Can Come Over Knowing My Mother Isnt There. Like when he says it I say "ok thank you" but he KEEPS. SAYING IT. benefit of the doubt says he just doesnt know what to say so he ends up repeating himself. But pattern recognition SCREAMS at me, "he's luring you in, you are being preyed upon once again" . Like it just seems like hes repeating it so I'll finally say, "okay I'll come over". Like yeah he could be worried I'm just saying that because I don't want to bother them or whatever but not be too stereotypical but I don't think a cis straight man in his 40's would put that much thought into it, especially with someone who he has not had regular contact with in 15 fucking years and knowing exactly why regular contact has not been occurring.

I feel like I have fair ground to stand on but I know anyone I could talk to about this within my family would say I'm looking too deep into it.

He KNOWS why i dont like him why i dont talk to him he knows all of that so why are you so comfortable talking to meeeee. Is it because I've been put in this situation where we have to interact so suddenly things are fine ? Do you think 'enough' time has passed ? This shit is why my mind has conjured up the, "i must have shifted timelines then since this shit doesnt add up" no they just dont want to believe it. Its too hard to deal with so they all pretend nothing happened.

The timeline shit is bullshit and bogus and i know thats delusional but i cant help but wonder. Whereas I KNOWWW the pattern recognition shit. That's real I'm sensing a real pattern here. Am I right to be afraid? Am I right to me skeptical? There's no way in HELL I'm going over to that house when its just me, him, and my sister. If worst comes to worst I will but I'll be glued to my sister the whole time.

Is my skepticism justified? Does my theory that I'm being lured track? Or does it look like I'm looking for a blue car and freaking out when i see a blue car saying its a sign

[penguin--person]

1, 8 qnd 13 for any character ?

HII thank u for the ask!! i forgor to anwser this yesterday, so !! today:) ask game here

1. Canon I outright reject ferry has before said that they imagine dmitry and anya to be straight. i say this is FALSE. and UNTRUE. this is more semi-canon than anything, but, teehee

8. Unpopular opinion about them for five pebbles rain world !! so. when i first met him, in my first playthrough, i knew a bit of spoilers !! i saw that people called him an ass and a jerk and all that. but, when i saw his dialogue ! i was ! genuienly surprised with how nice he was!! he didn't have to give this random slugcat the directions on how to go to the void sea At All - yea, it sucks that he assumes that everything and everyone wants to die, and yea it sucks that he kills you if you linger in his chamber for too long (i take that one as. he knows you'll just wake right back up again, so, it doesnt matter) !! but like. godd. hes got the rot. hes in so much pain man. he probably hasnt talked to anyone in like thousands of years man. hes just a guyyy. yea hes a jerk and all that. but. in short: i dont think he's as mean as people make him out to be

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done yura beletsky. the shit he does in my swap au but, canonwise. m. id say sergei was rlly stupid to call the containtment services on katya , with sanya and yura there ! like, he called them bc he wanted to keep sanya safe n all that, yea? well !! why did he call them when she was there, then !! sergei Knows how dangerous mutants can be !! and i get he didnt think they'd send a whole fucking. swat team. he was doing what he thought was best. but there rlly was a better way to go about this i think - and, its not like he had to think up the solution to that On The Spot! he could have taken some time to think !! but hes also an honest guy and doesnt like lying to sanya, yea? so. godd. he fucked up !! i dont knowww i dont know im just a silly guy i dont know. he did what he thought was best but he could have done it better

[belaboo]

What is love? Baby don’t hurt me :(

Hello :)

I’m back 😗

The other day, I told someone that we should stop talking because I got attached 🤡 gurly (me) really thought she could handle a premium friend (frens with benefits?) man I don’t even know if you can call us that…. smh 🤦🏻‍♀️

Damn I don’t know where to start AHAHA

Butt basically I was in this ghost app looking for someone to talk to, because I wanted to get over Shi. I wasn’t looking for anything actually, I just wanted someone to talk to… I saw this guy who was a VA so ofc I was like “OOOOO INTERESTING 👀” AHAHAHHA I wasn’t really thinking of anything weird, I was just curious :3 so I swiped right 🥰

I really enjoyed talking to him as a frend, and eventually we switched platforms and we talked everyday :D We kinda established that we shouldn’t escalate things in a romantic way bc he has baggage and I kinda did too? And he was only looking for a fubu. We were supposed to only be friends butt I wanted to try to be a hoe lol so we had this thing called “daily hoe training” (noodles iyk)…

THE THING IS HE WAS LIKE A GUY STRAIGHT OUT OF A NOVEL??!! LIKE THIS DUDE WAS DEF WRITTEN BY A WOMAN… COZ HOW DO YOU EXIST??!

Butt like yaurrr even if I’m deprived I do have the sense of appreciating someone without falling for them ya knowww I’m not hollow (I hope). THIS GUY KASE… Although he’s someone who sounds like he came from a frigin novel he wasn’t really my type 😶 (putang ina mo Bela). Idk he sounds like this dangerous hot guy who secretly has a heart… I like me a golden retriever (Shitt he really looks so cute tho ughhhhh why did I. HAVE. TO. MEET. HIM. >:( LIKE NOW I HAVE ALL THESE FEELINGS AND HE DOESN’T KNOW and he doesn’t have to :p he thinks I left bc I didn’t want to catch feelings butt I might have already did? SEE IM NOT SURE!!!

Anyways, the more I got to know abt him I started to develop a soft spot, and I wanted to know more… I don’t know how to explain it butt I want to take care of him??? AND SIR IS SO RECKLESS he keeps getting injured like wtf man 😭

I don’t even know what I’m feeling, I wanted to get to know him more? butt when I realized I was getting attached and all this meant that I was starting to want more from him I had to pull back… because it’s not what we agreed upon, he made it clear that he didn’t want anything like that with me… (damn 🥲 that actually hurted more when I read it lol) So yeah 😗 Man I miss him… Ya know I have full on convos with him in my head, like the things I wanted to talk abt and share with him??? Is that okay? am I still normal? lol whatever…

I might delete this, I just didn’t know how to get it off my chest, bc my frens and cousin is prolly tired of me talking abt it AHAHAHAHAH 🤪

[sucuretcannelle]

You guys are talking about what the kid's lives would be like

But where are they gonna live...

I HAVE NO ANSWER TO THIS 💀 I KNOWWW I'M THE CREATOR BUT I'VE BEEN LOST ON THIS FOR 3 YEARS

I have pros and cons to the places that Ai has been to and/or likes

Hell:

Pros:

Her house is actually pretty nice looking. And surprisingly safe.

The Sins are around and really don't mind providing support for Ai's children when needed (Eliza, Siran's daughter, was basically a test run so it's nothing new to them)

Living in hell would quickly help them find their sense of purpose; if they don't get their shit straight, they're getting pushed aside by the rest of society

Would give them a really good understanding of religion

Ai would be around a lot more and she wouldn't constantly be freaking the fuck out because she knows her surroundings

No one would fuck with them

Cons:

Ai can easily hide all the bullshit she's done from Alexi because he's never been to hell. If they're there a majority of the time, Ai would either have to get herself together (which wouldn't last long from what we know rn) or just let herself be an asshole and become a bad example

The weather. The fuckin weather 😭 half of the time it isn't Ai's fault either it just sucks ass

It can get hot. Like really hot. Not in the house tho

Nash. Aquinas. Showing their true colors.

Politics get mad stressful and they'll probably get looped into it too early

Speaking of which, they might mature too quickly 💀 hell isn't the place to have a calm life

High expectations

Nostea:

Pros:

Atlas and Orion are usually kinda patrolling when Ai isn't around. They wouldn't really be the worst babysitters either

Safe for the most part

There's little to no conflict ever

They get scary dog privileges from Nash and technically Ai too

Cons:

If anything negative were to happen, it would literally shatter the world and send everyone into panic. They're not used to potential conflict so they haven't prepared for big things like that

Prejudice. It's easy to shove it under the rug for a while but really, what happens when the world isn't used to people being different? There's hate. Nostea is still getting used to the existence of hybrids so that might become a problem

They might even become spoiled

They might struggle to make true friends but the chance is kinda low

Everday Havens or Twilight Rifts:

Pros:

So fuckin calm. Like if the cottagecore aesthetic was perfect. Like it's fuckin amazing

Heavily magic based realm. Ai probably wouldn't want her kids to get too used to the mundane anyway

Everyday Havens specific: The weather is always nice

Neutral:

It's pretty empty. It's not like the place is unknown, it's just hard to get there for people who haven't been there before, so there's only going to be a few people around and the houses are really spaced out

RANDOM GRAVES. It's not like they're just lying about and you're gonna step on a dead body or something but you could be running around in one of the big fields and randomly see "Rest in Peace __" like okay girl...They're not that common...but they're there so I just put it as a neutral

Twilight Rifts specific: Questionable weather. Like it can get pretty damn bad when there's rain or snow, but it looks beautiful when it's sunny out

Everyday Havens specific: Its never really sunny out. 70% of the day is just a few hours after midday or sunset and the other 30% is night time.

Cons:

Fairly underdeveloped area so there's not much going on. Better get used to walking because there aren't any cars unless you magically conjure one up

Sometimes there's too much magic. Like shit will just break or randomly become created for like no reason. Usually there are warning signs around where it would usually happen, but there aren't signs for every area

Power can go out pretty easily

Golrotnce:

Pros:

I deadass can't think of anything off the top of my head that is only a pro

Neutral:

People have a very fast moving way of life. That can be good and bad depending on the person who's asked

All the pros and cons of the 20's mixed with the 50's. Weird, I know

A lot of snow. Like. A normal person would get like, knee deep in snow fun for a while but that's too damn much

Cons:

They're suffering from some of the shit Nash has been doing. He was feeling a lil goofy and left LANDMINES IN RANDOM AREAS. Most of the areas have been cleared. But DAMN

[rotruff]

i will apologize in advance these all ended up more as like. care / aid pokemon i have a lot of thoughts and feelings on the matter . i hope you like them anyway !! explanations under cut

psyduck - kind of a weird pick but bear with me . psyduck is pretty well known for the effect its constant headaches have on it, which i think lends itself pretty well to having a trainer that has any similar chronic condition (physical or mental) . bonding experience learning to cope etc etc . i think you get my drift

stoutland - im biased here BUT !!! i really see the lillipup line as support dogs ! they're described as loyal and intelligent, even being referred to as the big-hearted pokemon. they've been known to help people and just generally be really trustworthy, which i have to imagine is a nice presence to have for someone who's a lot more anxious and worried. also iirc dogs are pretty good at getting a routine down which could tie into her liking to plan things out a little more . smiles.

comfey - comfey is said to give off a sweet, calming scent with its flowers, which ties well into the idea of managing anxiety and relaxing a little bit. no big reasoning here just straight aromatherapy

whimsicott - for one they've gotta be soft as hell. that's a big reason. but also whimsicott's are known to be blown around in the wind for funsies and i think that ties into the idea of 'going with the flow' and letting things pass you by, which could maybe give her a different perspective / a little bit of hope . i dunno if this is anything

cinccino - their fur is said to be super soft to the touch and likes to clean dust up away from its space, which i think ties well into the idea of a more supportive mon . i dont know i had that one super soft comfy friend cinccino in mind when i picked them because i just knowww petting that thing would do wonders for mental health man. soft weighted beastie what more do you want.

hi hi rb with an f/o and i'll assign them a pokemon team. again.

extra info is appreciated but not required !! i'll do a max of 3 ... can also do s/is if so desired . do whatever you want forever and ever ..

proship + adjacent dni

[limitlessgojo]

Going to a Private Onsen with Gojo

NSFW Gojo Satoru x F!Reader, established relationship

Type: One shot. This is around almost 4k words.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW content, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, daddy kink, squirting, overstimulation, praising, dom!Gojo, breeding kink, slightly manipulative/ Yandere Gojo, degradation

Notes: finally got to finish this fic, my motivation just dropped halfway lmao. The inn house has rooms with private hot springs. Not shared like the communal ones in public bath houses. This is half fluff half smut.

The private hot springs per room are separated by bamboo trees and wooden walls. (With holes. So you know what's gonna go down👀💦💦💦)

You and Satoru finally get the chance to have a 2 day 1 night short break from work. He takes you to an inn, checking in a tatami room with a private hot spring (onsen) included. The place smelled fresh, and you could smell the flowers outside.

"We can see the hot springs from here love. What do you think? It's gorgeous isn't it?" Satoru wiggled his eyebrows at you. You both set your luggage down, making yourselves at home. The sun is still high up, it is only 2:00pm and the hot spring is steaming, the sunlight making the water shine and glitter.

"It's not bad at all; the room is quite big as well." You smiled. Despite knowing that you're only stroking his ego, you let it go for once. Just this once because it is a special break after all. He internally pats himself on the back, beaming at you. “Glad you like it. Let’s take a walk around the area and then come back for dinner.”

“Fine with me”. Both of you changed into traditional clothing first. Gojo into a Yukata and you into your kimono. He helped you tie your obi and do your hair up. "Look how pretty my kitten is." He practically purred out as he cinched your waist beneath his large hands. His hands felt like fire on your waist.

You flushed, softly calling out his name. "N-not now." You stared at his profile. All lean and muscular. Knowing his physique hidden under the blue fabric did nothing to help. 

"Not now." He agreed. But the glint in his eyes said otherwise. Still he held himself back.

So you both set out, exploring the town. The stalls were bustling with people. You both bought souvenirs for the students as well as omamori (charms) for various purposes. 

You visited the temple and just tried to relieve the pent up stress from the last few weeks. “The air is so cool and it smells really nice here.” The flowers were all in bloom, as it was spring as of now. Satoru, however, kept his eyes on you for most of the time instead of the scenery around him. 

“Yeah, it’s real pretty isn’t it? Wanna take some photos?”

“Good idea! I need a new lock screen pic of us Toru!” you smiled. Your smile unfortunately dimmed upon noticing other women staring at Satoru and batting their eyelashes at him (ignoring the fact that you were right beside him). 

You’ve always known that he was a gorgeous person, just thanking your lucky stars that he actually came around to reciprocate your feelings. “Hey”, Satoru cupped your face and turned it to face him. He was pouting. “Focus on me love. This trip is just for us.” 

You gave him a weak smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. AH! I wanna have a picture by that Sakura tree~”. You tried to be more enthusiastic and engaging, blocking out any jealous and negative thoughts. 

Seriously, it's not like you didn't trust him. Just that your insecurity gets to you sometimes. You quickly bat the thoughts away. Your thoughts came to a halt when you felt something soft on the corner of your lips. 

"Love you." Satoru murmured against your cheek. You turned to see his eyes under his drooping sunglasses just an inch away from yours. You couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Of course he knows how you feel. "I love you more Toruu~ Now let's go." You gave him a genuine and bright smile. Walking over to a shaded area near the lake, surrounded by tall grass.

He leaned down to press his cheek against the top of your head and placed one arm around you. His other hand was holding up his phone for a selfie. After you took some pretty and funny photos, he surprised you by bringing out a polaroid.

"Eh?! Since when did you bring that with you?" You asked him. Satoru gave a sneaky smirk, "Well. Since you talked non stop about loving the vintage aesthetic recently, I thought it would be good to make a small scrapbook or photo album of this trip." 

".... who are you and what have you done with my husband..."

"Hey! That's rude. I'm always nice and sweet." He pouted and widened his eyes, using a finger to push down his shades. "I knowww~ Just kidding Toru, I love your ideas. I'll help you with it then." 

"Of course you will pumpkin." He squeezed you against his side, not caring about anyone who might be looking at both of you being overly affectionate in public. 

He took pictures using the polaroid camera every now and then. Taking your hand and leading you around, Satoru did not give your thoughts a chance to move away from him. He didn't hesitate to tickle you when your guard was down and poked at your cheeks with the most annoying grin. 

After that it was just you and him. Enjoying your precious time together, undisturbed by anyone else. By the time the sun was setting, you dragged him over to an Izakaya. "Should we have dinner here?" You asked him. 

"Ooooh! Looks like they have good meat and eel. That's fine with me." He replied. You both enjoyed dinner and had a bit of sake. Satoru always looked cute with flushed red cheeks and that big stupid smile of his. "Well you look cuter than me for once Hun." He quipped back.

You smiled as you wiped that teriyaki sauce off the corner of his mouth for him. It was a really peaceful day. 

Walking back to the inn, you noticed a shadow moving quickly just by the corner of your eye. This is why you don't think about work during your free time. Feeling chills run up your spine, you turned to see a curse, staring straight back at you. "Ah shit I left my sword back in the inn." 

Not even having finished your sentence, you watched as Satoru flicked his wrist and took down the 2nd grade curse in an instant. "I told you not to worry darling. I'm not going to let anything hurt you." He tutted and booped your nose playfully, eyes shining. 

"Heehh~" you pretended not to be impressed but by the look on his face, you knew you didn't do a good job of hiding it. He just chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. "Toru I can't walk like this." 

It was like trying to lug a 190cm tall clingy infant. "I'll protect you with my infinity from all sides love." He looked really happy, just prancing around with you in his arms as you both made your way back to the inn. 

💜💜💜

You both settled back in and got ready to take a bath. It was a really good day and everything went smoother than you thought it would, knowing your chaotic and unorthodox doof of a husband. 

"Dinner was so good. This was a great idea Toru, thank you." You smiled up at him. He smiled back, so soft and gentle with you. The way he never is and never will be with anyone else.

"Now then, I'll be taking my payment from you." You looked up at him, confusion evident on your face. Your husband of 5 years still confuses you until this day. "I'm sorry?" you felt affronted as you asked the question. You had no problem paying your share of the bills, heck you earn a lot as a 1st grade Jujutsu sorcerer yourself. 

But Satoru spent about over a month pestering you about wanting to treat you to a short staycation with him. "Yes", he replied slowly making his way towards you, towering over your shorter frame. You stood your ground and craned to look up at him. 

"Thank you for the meal sweetheart. You will be my dessert." He removed his glasses and threw them aside to showcase his bright blue eyes. You shivered from the intensity, and his lips turned up in a smirk. His words were somewhat funny, but his tone was dead serious.

He wasted no time, leaning down to suck down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, after he pulled one side of your kimono off your shoulder. "Sa-Satoru!!, hah- ", his grip on you was way too tight.

"Baby, I am so sorry I can't wait any longer. Won't you be good for me?" Satoru asked as he took a step back and cupped your cheeks in his hands.

It's true that this man has no self-control, always palming your ass down the hallways at Tokyo Jujutsu High. But you rarely see him as desperate as he is now, that it was actually endearing to you. So you relented, earning a grin from the man.

He helped you out of your kimono, littering small kisses on your forehead and cheeks, before he started biting on one ear. 

Unclasping your bra, he reached down to grope your breasts. You stared at him as he suckled on one nipple while toying with the other. His eyes opened to meet yours, and you could feel the growing wetness between your legs.

You also reached up to pull his Yukata off, undoing the tie on his waist. "I love it when you hair is done up darling. I can bite as much of your neck as I want." He growled out against your shoulder, biting and sucking wherever he can.

Your mouth watered upon seeing the outline of his hard-on straining against his boxers. On the other hand, Satoru stared unashamedly as you pulled down your panties, keeping your legs together to keep your slick from dripping down your legs.

Impatiently, you reached up and ran your fingers through his locks. "Satoru~" you whined. He only smirked in response. In one quick movement, he gathered you into his arms and brought you over to the small washing area with the soap and shower-head. 

He was still in his boxers however. You just stared at it, drawing closer to press your hand and rub the outline. He let out a long moan, which led to you to quickly look up and snap out a hush. "The neighbours might hear us Toru." You whined. 

"Tch, Let them hear. They can't touch or experience us anyways. And I want to show off my lovely little wife." He leered down at you, finally removing his wet boxers and throwing it onto the ground.

His hard cock sprang up and slapped against his abs. As if moving by some force, you immediately dropped to your knees. Rubbing soap onto his waist, thighs, and finally pumping his cock with your soapy hands. You looked up to him as you "cleaned" him off with innocent eyes. 

Satoru wasn't impressed. "Don't tease me baby or you'll regret it." He pulled you up and brought you into a deep kiss. You both gathered more soap and started washing each other off.

With his hands moving slowly down the sides, Satoru didn't hold himself back from touching every nook and cranny of your body. From your neck, to your shoulders, down your breasts, going to your thighs and legs. His hands were rubbing at your skin, inching nearer and nearer to your cunt. Until he suddenly pulled away, making you cry out at the loss of contact. 

"Be good for me and let me clean you first kitten." He whispered.

No other words were shared as you both rinsed and washed each other off before moving to the onsen.

"You know, I've always wanted to fuck you in a hot spring." Satoru smirked as you both dipped into the water. You sat on his lap and clasped your hands behind his neck, straddling him. His hands gripping either side of you waist tightly. 

"No I don't know." You turned away from him as you rested your head against his chest. He hummed. Both of you resting for a bit. You were both in the same state, antsy for action, but trying to enjoy the hot springs at the same time. 

For a while you both just stayed soaking in the hot water. Until you started grinding down against him. He just stared down at your figure. Breasts spilling against his chest, the slope of your s line with your ass under the water. But you refused to meet his eyes.

Satoru didn't really like that very much. He pinched your thigh hard. "Ow!,' you yelped. "Toru what was-" you finally turned to look up at him, but faltered and stopped moving. His eyes were bright and his expression dark. "I thought my baby was going to be good for me tonight. You don't wanna beg me later just to come right? Or does daddy have to make you do just that?"

As soon as he said the word daddy you felt your insides clench around nothing, thighs quivering. He looked down towards your body, grinning at your response. He pulled you out of the water, sitting down on the ground beside it. 

"Suck me off baby and I'll consider making you cum."

You crawled over on all fours towards him. You kissed him first, then trailed downwards, licking off the water and sweat on Satoru's abs and the outlines of his hard muscles. He groans while staring at you, pupils blown so wide his bright blue eyes actually look dark for once. 

You can see the carnal lust raging behind him as you squeeze your breasts together while kneeling and licking his abs. You leave small butterfly kisses as you slowly make your way down to his aching member.

But, he groans as you skip past it and suck love marks into his lower thighs. "Pumpkin, please -UNGH, p-please don't tease so much." Satoru groaned. You smirked up at him, meeting his eyes while sticking your tongue out and licking one of his balls. Sucking it into your mouth and covering it with your spit.

He reached down to lift your chin up, thumbing your lips as he watched the saliva trickle down down side of your mouth to his fingers. The current sight of you is so lewd and dirty that Satoru almost came on the spot right there. 

You decide to humor him and move to licking the head of his dick, while grabbing a hold of the base and slowly pumping it up and down. Satoru threw his head back. He looked up, seeing the night sky and the stars twinkling while feeling hot pleasure run through his body. He felt like he was floating.

You tried deepthroating all of him in one go, but he was just too big. "Baby, your mouth is too small for daddy's cock isn't it?". You whimpered in response. Trying to swallow as much of him as you can while using your hand for the remainder of his length.

Quiet mewls escaped the sides of your mouth as you opened your aching jaws wider. Tears started running down your face. You didn't stop as you relaxed your jaw and took more of him, swallowing what you can while pumping. He bucked up without warning, causing your gag reflex to react. Then he pulled you off.

"That's enough for now. I wanna make sure I stuff every bit of cum I have inside of your pussy baby." He pulled you up over him, this time with his back to the floor as he spoke. 

"Lemme eat you out, I've been waiting for this all day." He was salivating at the sight of your pussy, positioned in front of his face. You lowered yourself onto him slowly. Impatiently, he tugged you waist down, smashing your lower lips against his mouth. You let out a loud yelp followed by heavy breaths and mewls as he ate you out.

Thrusting his tongue in and out of your walls. He loved the taste of you, always thirsty for more. You tried to grind your pussy against his face. But he held your legs in place with one arm, wrapping around your behind. The other hand was playing with your clit. 

In no time at all you were sobbing and cumming all over his face. Satoru didn't spare you one second of rest. He pulled away and lined himself up, pushing into you during your orgasm. 

He immediately started fucking into you earnestly, grabbing a hold of your waist and lifting it to pull you on and off his cock. "Toru, it's too much for me, I can't-" You could barely get the words out of your mouth as you slurred them out with your eyes shut. 

"Yes you can. I know you can. Because you're made for me and only you can do a good job for me like this love." Satoru grunted as he pumped into you like there was no tomorrow. 

He loved it when your walls clenched and squeezed against him tightly. Especially when your whole body shook during an orgasm. Whenever you open your eyes all you can see are the stars blurring due to your movements. You both came like that, with your backs arching. His cock stayed hard, twitching as it spurted and filled you up. 

He suddenly felt the sensation of eyes on him. As the user of six eyes, his senses were wide alert at ALL times. He looked to the side of the wooden wall, and saw dark eyes staring back at him.

He didn't stop thrusting. You whined and mewled as you ground your hips against his. "Fuck, such a slut for me. Love it when you cry and make those noises babe. Just look at me. I won't look at any other person, man or woman. I'm yours as long as you're mine." He growled out.

He pulled out to reposition you. Dragging your body on top of his. Your back against his chest. "Daddy, I want you. I want more!" You whined out. You positioned his cock at your entrance.

"Daddy will give his baby what she wants. You've been so good to me after all love." He smirked inwardly pushed back upwards into you, thrusting at a fast pace. (Satoru chose the position because he knew you were both being watched. He loves to make other men so jealous of him having you).

You could only squeal and try to hold yourself up against him, putting your palms against the floor. But it was no use. He grabbed your thighs and kept fucking up harder and harder, making it hard for you to hold onto anything.

"Yes just like that baby. You're so good to me. You don't need to think. I'll make it so that you don't have to do anything else. You only need to feel my cock yeah? My doll is the best when she is crying on my cock." He moaned out. 

The man on the other side of the wall was joined by a few other men. Satoru used his ability to see through the wall following the movement of their cursed energy and saw that they were touching themselves to you.

"Daddy, please more. Daddyyy~" you were slipping further into subspace. Soon you couldn't speak clearly anymore. Just babbling nonsense while bouncing on Satoru's lap and staring hazily up at the sky.

"I think we have company." He laughed out. You snapped out of your haze to see peeking eyes behind the bamboo sticks. Satoru just thrusted harder. "Let's give them a show of their lifetime hmm? I spy old men wanting some action. But they won't be able to touch you baby."

He reached up with one hand to grope your breast and the other stayed below to play with your clit. Sex to him was almost like an art form. He knew exactly how to play with your body to bring you to your strongest orgasms. 

You tried to cover your body up but he pulled your arms away. "Don't run away baby, daddy's here to protect you. It will be okay."

At the end of the day you trusted him and his six eyes, so you let go. Pussy clenching harder at the thought of being watched by unknown strangers.

"That's it, my angel. So good for me. You're leaking far more than normal slut. You like it when people watch you get fucked?"

He reached up with his cum stained hand to spit into it. Then shoved his fingers in your mouth. You obediently suckled on and cleaned his fingers for him. He continued to grope you as he pounded away.

Satoru wasn't too worried about the spectators next door. He can see them clearly. Several middle aged men (probably sharing a larger room) messily jerking off to both of you. He saw the way their eyes travelled across your breasts and cunt, which was oozing with his cum.

He hit a hard deep spot inside of you which caused you to squirt hard, a large amount of liquid spraying out. Satoru quickly put his hands over your clit and furiously rubbed at it, wanting to prolong your squirting. You were crying out loud at this point. It was just music to his ears.

One man groaned out, causing you to tense and tighten and Satoru to moan out.

"You love putting a show on huh baby? We should do this more often if it gets you tighter and wetter around me." He snarked out while you drooled and asked for more.

He didn't stop thrusting until he came a few more times inside of you, changing positions.

The men watched as you rode him, your breasts bouncing up and down, while you placed your palms flat on Satoru's chest. They stared at the cum flowing out of your pussy, being fucked back into you by Satoru. The way you both groaned as you clamped down tight and milked his cock.

Soon you found yourself laying on your side with one leg up with Satoru spooning you from behind. What was frightening was his stamina and power. 

His thrusts never lost strength and soon you just felt like his cock was drilling a space inside of you, just for it. You felt so boneless in his hands when you both finished, laying down on your sides.

"Babe…. You okay? We need to clean up." Satoru whispered against your shoulder.

You could only mumble incoherent noises. Squeezing around his softening length, still plugged inside of you to keep his cum inside. 

Satoru gave out a soft sigh. Then gathered you into his arms and took you away from prying eyes. He just turned and smirked at them as he walked away with you, butt naked.

The watchers were disappointed that the show was over. Satoru then cleaned you both with the shower head in the washing area and wiped you down with soft towels.

You stayed silent the whole time. Your head felt like it was in the clouds. Just letting Satoru do his way with you like a doll. "You were really good for me tonight angel. Nobody else can touch you but me." He chuckled darkly.

You just listened to his simple commands such as putting your arms up when he dressed you in your nightgown. 'I always love fucking her dumb.' He smiled to himself as he settled you into his arms in bed. 

"Next time I'll be fucking you in the water." He whispered. He brought you closer to him, tucking your head against his neck. Kissing your forehead and patting you to put you to sleep. 

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The next morning you were absolutely horrified to see people staring at you, when you both left your room to check out. 'I bet they heard us last night. And who were the ones peaking at us?!?!' you frightfully thought to yourself.

Satoru didn't really care. Smiling brightly at the attendants and thanking them for your amazing stay at the inn. 

"Toru I really enjoyed my stay, but it's hard to be happy now knowing that we did it at the expense of our neighbours stay." You whispered, hitting him. "Darling I'm pretty sure they enjoyed the show." He winked at you, shameless as ever.

Suffice to say, you decided not return to said hot springs for a while out of shame.

End notes: 🙈 this fic started because I just thought of Satoru's abs wet with steam and sweat but it evolved during the last edit. Hope you guys enjoyed! Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated 💜

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