#Nobody asked for this but I wanna share

[traff1csstuff]

Im posting a LOT here rn but uhhhuhuhhhhh just ignore it

ALSO GUESS WHAT NOBODY REALLY ASKED FOR Children of the Betrayed content!!!!!!!!!! Here's factions I made for the whole world.

~The Bonfire of the Resolute.

This dangerous group of people specialize entirely in weapon and armor making. Almost every person in this faction are some of the best smiths in the entire land, living on volcanoes and infinite access to both heat and a hardened ore that’s found in said volcanoes called crenor (kr-ee-nor) which is the most durable metal found on the continent. They’re aggressive and don’t like outsiders, although if you prove to them you aren’t a threat and maybe even an ally they might help you.

Enemies - Seafarers of the Lost Age, Obscure Whispers.

Neutral - Dissipated Stratosphere, Sovereign of the Wasted, Celestial.

Allies - Mainland Wanderers.

~Seafarers of the Lost Age.

Owner of the seas, the Seafarers are made up of fishermen and pirates. They’re one of the main four factions along with Bonfire, Stratosphere and Mainland. This faction supplies the others with fish and other minerals and items that come from the ocean. Of course, other factions use their own boats in the ocean to try and take some themselves and, if allies with the Seafarers, they’ll let you, but their boats will always be better with thought put into even the smallest element of design of the ship, the way each and every cannon is shaped and different cannonballs.

Enemies - The Bonfire of the Resolute, Obscure Whispers.

Neutral - Mainland Wanderers, Sovereign of the Wasted, Celestial.

Allies: Dissipated Stratosphere.

~Dissipated Stratosphere.

This faction controls the sky, they consist mainly of monks or messengers. Everybody in this faction has wings or some way to fly, seeing as they inhabit the lowest floating island. Being so high up though, they’re connection to Celestial, the gods, is more than any other faction. That's why most are monks, the messengers send messages from the gods down to the other factions since the gods don’t come down by themselves.

Enemies - The Bonfire of the Resolute, Mainland Wanderers, Obscure Whispers.

Neutral - Sovereign of the Wasted.

Allies - Seafarers of the Lost age, Celestial.

~Mainland Wanderers.

The last of the main four factions, Mainland, is known for construction of all kinds. They have a mix of scholars, seeing as their faction rules most of the continent, but the design that goes into their buildings and structures are what they’re more known for. Other factions have even tried to replicate it due to how safe their walls are, but they’re too complicated and Mainland refuses to give that knowledge.

Enemies - Dissipated Stratosphere, Sovereign of the Wasted, Obscure Whispers.

Neutral - Seafarers of the Lost Age, Celestial.

Allies - The Bonfire of the Resolute.

~Obscure Whispers.

The most hated faction, enemies with everyone but nobody dares to attack them. In fact, all factions continue to send people to Obscure. This is because they rule punishment, known for their prisons and torture methods they are possibly the most feared faction. If you walk into this faction without knowing what you’re doing, there’s a high chance you won’t come out. They’ll find a reason to lock you up or give you some sort of death sentence. But, people born here who leave because they don’t want to participate in the punishment being given out are hugely hated on the continent. The only “people” who like them are the gods in Celestial.

Enemies - The Bonfire of the Resolute, Seafarers of the Lost Age, Dissipated Stratosphere, Mainland Wanderers.

Neutral - Sovereign of the Wasted.

Allies - Celestial.

~Celestial.

The gods of this world, inhabiting the highest floating island they watch from above. They are not enemies with anybody and are only allied with Stratosphere because they can communicate with the mainland. Imagine Celestial as heaven but one that, if lucky enough, you can visit temporarily. Obscure is more like hell and so, because they balance eachother out, they are allied as well. The gods know Obscure’s purpose is entirely to punish and it was not their choice.

Enemies - None

Neutral - Sovereign of the Wasted, The Bonfire of the Resolute, Seafarers of the Lost Age, Mainland Wanderers.

Allies - Dissipated Stratosphere, Obscure Whispers.

~Sovereign of the Wasted.

The neutral and probably the most friendly faction, people come to Sovereign for shelter from the many wars that happen between the main four factions, or for people who don’t want to be blacksmiths, fishermen etc. Sometimes, the main four will kick people out for not making it up to their standards so they seek refuge in Sovereign. They don’t have any enemies besides Mainland, but that's because they share the land. Mainland would never dare attack them, seeing as technically they could win but they would be looked down upon by the other factions, possibly ending all alliances and basically it’s political and social suicide.

Enemies - None. (They don’t hate Mainland, but Mainland hates them)

Neutral - Mainland Wanderers, The Bonfire of the Resolute, Seafarers of the Lost Age, Dissipated Stratosphere, Obscure Whispers, Celestial.

Allies - None.

[skunkes]

edit: ive updated dis post with links to the brushes i made, pls check reblogs ^_^

[kendyroy]

so i’m kind of obsessed with this part…

[xshrimpcake]

Kazimierz College/CoffeeShop AU

[riddlerosehearts]

figured out how to edit the game files and combine some mods so i could try out different things with gale's earring because i have a lot of thoughts... also gale's earring should really be positioned lower but i'm having an issue with one of the mods, oh well

[iwakuraz]

everytime I think even just a little bit that I'm starting to sort of get better at speaking aloud, somebody will say something horrible to me about my voice and ruin everything

[puppyeared]

how cool are you with like. spam reblogs bc i keep staring at ur art really hard and then doing a total 180 and end up not reblogging anything which is REALLY lame but it's bc i know myself and wanted to avoid spamming as much as possible bc id end up reblogging 95% of ur posts BAUDHJSF

MEGA 10000000% ENCOURAGED ACTUALLY if you like it a lot then go for it!! i dont find it annoying at all and im surethat goes for a lot of artists. i think i can safely say we're just glad u like it enough to go "HEY LOOK WGAT THIS PERSON MADE". also id take it over a row of likes any day

if you are worried about spamming notifications you could always try queueing or saving it as a draft!! so you can decide when you want it reblogged or let the site decide for u <3

[whumpy-wyrms]

you should def make a tllr webtoon I would 1000% read the shit out of it

!!!!!! AHHH I REALLY REALLY WANT TO!!!! like omg that is something i will 100% do in the future because it sounds sooo fun and i feel like it would tell the story of tllr really really well and get a lot of new readers that might like it.

but unfortunately i don’t think i’ll be able to make it anytime soon. i’m super busy irl and i feel like i have a lot to learn about art in general (backgrounds, anatomy, posing, making comics, pacing, etc.) before i decide to start a huge project like that. making webcomics and stuff like that is a huge commitment and i don’t wanna start something and then just never keep up with it or finish it (cough cough picrew cough).

I REALLYYY WANT TO THOUGH AAAAUUGHHH it would be so fucking cool guys…. if i had the time and the skills i WOULD!!!! but i think i’ll have to wait a bit longer. maybe once i’m actually fully finished writing tllr (all. 60 or so chapters. in about a million years), i’ll work on making a webcomic so that way i’d have the whole story fleshed out already and stuff and i can make changes if i need to (like give basil more screen time LOL).

anyway thanks for this ask!! it genuinely gave me some motivation to start thinking more in depth about a tllr webcomic… i just love seeing people interested in my stories and characters like it genuinely means so much to me :)

[bewby]

when you get blocked by him even tgough you guys barely even talk anymore but the last time you talked which was about a week ago you actually had a nice and healthy conversation and you had alot of love for eachother and it seemed amazing 😂😂😍😍😍😍 no i'm definitely not fucking crying Lol

[bittersweetblasphemy]

said i was gonna be taking a break here to work on my novel. got through a chapter before BG3 consumed me. said i was gonna be more active on my main. wasn't.

said i was gonna make an OF. made a F.ansly instead bc they don't require a T.witter and I.nstagram account. so there's that.

still need money for rent so ima apply to the local Spirit that's opening super close to me so there's that. (would get something more permanent but I can't leave my husband to manage the little one for a full 8hrs with his back and PT, and will need to leave anyway when he eventually goes back to work bc one car & no childcare)

but y'all can... idk do y'all even care about my writing? get excited or hopefully feel some mildly pleasant emotion to know I'm back to writing my monster porn. Roh is currently getting some they/them cocks and Hector's dream about Adrian is just getting spicy.

[deepfriedseagullfeet]

If you wrote a book about your egos? I would buy it. Every book in the series if I had to. I'm very emotional right now. Your so good at writing. I'm crying.

this is a very very kind compliment 😭 thank you so much! i honestly have so many ideas about my boys i want to put out there.....im thinking of sharing them more on tiktok as well as finishing up my "ego iceberg" to post on youtube to give more in-depth stuff about my babies :) i love them so so much and they are very special to meee

this ask is also very funny cause on my nsfw blog i just posted how i wanted to get back into writing. and by that i mean exclusively writing porn adskjfaskdfja

[sl33py3lf]

Hi.

It's been a couple months, hasn't it?

I apologize for disappearing suddenly (not really). I've been feeling like shit for a while and it caused me to start losing interest in certain things; like this blog... and all of my roleplay sideblogs... (I do wanna try getting those running again at some point)

Anyways.

I don't really have much to say. I still actively use Tumblr, I just didn't feel like posting anything and then I eventually just- forgot to even post.

I've mainly been more active on TikTok, too. It just felt easier and I feel like I get seen slightly more over there.

But besides that

I've changed.

I've changed a lot, it feels like.

I still mainly have the same interests, I'm still a really big fan of BSD. But like- I've changed appearance-wise and I feel like a few cogs started turning in my brain too. Sometimes it was overwhelming, sometimes it was nice, but it mostly just felt like nothing at all. Static, almost.

Oh well.

I'll stop talking now. I can't think of anything else to say.

It was nice checking in on here. ^^

[soppyfroggy]

persist. persist. PERSIST!!

ignore the 3d I DON’T CARE WHAT IT SHOWS YOU!! MANIFESTATION IS REAL AND IT’S SO EASY!!

i’m literally here to share my success story w the law cause OH MY GOSH??

so a little backstory, even though circumstances DO NOT MATTER AT ALL !

i’ve been using the LOA for a couple years, but manifesting my sp back gave me so many doubts but TODAY we just got back into contact 😭��❤️

we broke up due to stress and arguing, and were in no contact for about a month and a half. he told all his friends he was done with me, and even told my friends he didn’t even wanna get back with me because he noticed how “good his life was without me”. but i said, FUCK THAT. this is MY REALITY. and i persisted, and affirmed through TEARS.

after some time, he began showing signs of liking me and his friends even came to me, asking questions if i still like him and he even asked my hmb if i still like him. he would literally always be where i was, staring at me 24/7 + blushing, and telling people how he missed me. and all that showed me how powerful i was, but i didn’t stop at allllll. and that’s what happened, he’s back

affirmation i used ;

“sp is so in love with me and so obsessed with me. were in the happiest relationship and he literally reached out apologizing for everything!”

then out of NOWHERE his brother texted me saying “Yo, (sp name) wants to talk to you” and i asked why, and he was like “Just text him.” so i agree, and i texted sp saying “hey, you wanted to talk?” and he said “Hi, Yeah.” and sent me the apology i’ve been affirming.

WHEN I SAY PERSIST I MEAN IT! THE 3D DOESNT MATTER AT ALL, NOBODY HAS FREE WILL IN YOUR REALITY!! 😭 I had so many doubts and I persisted through EVERYTHINGGG. Now my sp and I are talking, and we had the best conversation ever . I’m on ft with him watching him on the game as i’m typing this

the circumstances NEVER MATTERRR!! accept that it’s yours and it will be

remember your constant thoughts manifest. for WEEKS i kept assuming he was going to break up with me, and we started a break and i kept assuming he was going to break up with me before it ended. and guess what happened? it was over. but, i didn’t let it stop me. i fixed my thoughts, revised them and now we’re talking again. don’t give up, everything is a manifestation and YOU CAN DO IT NO MATTER WHAT. the 3d is just a reflection!!

[nicholasgoodgirl]

that was mean- nicholas

summary: nicholas was having a bad week and gave you the silent treatment.

warning: argument, crying, happy ending

a/n: i couldn't stop thinking abt this no joke. so ofc i had to write it out

from late at night till he left early this morning for work nicholas has been either quiet rude or both.

we haven't spoken to eachother or not even silents acts of love. nothing.

he cut his alarm clock off and i tried to give him a hug before he got out the bed and he pushed me off of him "not right now" he grumbled and got out of bed

when he left for work i said 'bye' to maybe break the silence shared between us, but i got no response. it was starting to get lonely. i missed my bestfriend that was also my boyfriend

i had nobody to mess with or someone to talk to about my day.

to stop these lingering thoughts i go back to bed to maybe get my mind off of things.

--

i wake up around 8 am which was later than the time i usally woke up around, but today was sorta a lazy day.

it was gloomy not much sun was shining, it rained a little here and there. it was more of a slow day for me so the extra rest was very much needed

i text my boyfriend forgetting about the whole silent treatment ordeal.

me: how's your day going so far?? :)

and to no suprise i was left on delivered and soon left on seen. i messaged him periodically throught the day; hoping that maybe he would reply

it was almost time for dinner which normally nicholas cooks cause he's just better at it, but i didn't know when he was coming home or if he would even do it, so i look up some quick easy recipes and nothing struck my fancy but the pizza recipe. cause how hard could it really be?

i put a packet of yeast into my bowl along with some flour, water, oil, and salt. i let that sit for 30 minutes then im back to cooking again.

spreading flour onto the counter and placing the dough onto it; kneading it into a circle shape. this was harder than i thought

i look around for the marinara sauce and i put it into a different bowl and add a few light seasonings.

i paste that onto the dough, then i sprinkle some alot of cheese onto the pizza and my additional toppings bell peppers, spinach, and mushrooms.

i was so proud of myself especially sense i wasnt the cook, out of me and nicholas. i was really excited for him to try what i made but again i highly doubt he would even eat the food.

i put the pizza away into the oven completely forgetting to set a timer and put on a movie while i wait.

--

a smell of burning was the first thing that woke me up. "shit shit shit" i repeat totally freaking out remembering i left the pizza in the oven.

i get a rag and ineffectivley wave smoke out the air. when i open the oven it smelled horrible. i was coughing from all the smoke that had entered my lungs.

i take the burning pizza out and throw it into the sink, and hose it down with the water.

thats when i hear the front door open and mentally face palm. "what's that smell?" he asks "i kinda burnt a pizza that i tried to make"

"of course you did" he mutters sounding unimpressed. "and the fuck you mean 'kinda' you obviously did burn a damn pizza" he gestures to the chunk of charcoal burnt pizza

"it's not like i did it on purposes or something if thats what you think" my tone sounding a bit confronting.

"It's smells fucking horrible so open a damn window first off" he took a step closer raising his voice.

"you don't pay for shit so i don't understand why you almost had this place in flames secondly. then you also wanna blow up my phone while im working for crying out loud what do you want from me!" he yelled directly in my face

and im sure he knows by now i hate being yelled at. it's something my parents did and overall doesn't solve anything

i just take it, i didn't wanna fight so i go over to the nearest window and crack it open so the smoke clears.

my eyes watered from all the harsh words he could dish out but not the equal amount of attention "well.. you are- when i was.. ugh s'not my fault" i couldn't get a full sentence out. i felt so belittled in this moment

"im going to bed i don't have time for your stupid ass shit" those words hurt more than he thinks.

he had the most patience for me, always making time for us and now he doesnt.

"that's so mean.. you're being so mean" i wipe some tears that had fallen. i turned away from him silently crying.

the peices of my hair stuck to my tear-soaked cheeks. "wait- I'm sorry please don't cry" nicholas' voice was filled with regret.

i lazily push him away from me but he doesn't budge. his arms wrap around me bringing me into his familiar embrace. "I'm so sorry for being an asshole. I've been having a long shitty week and i know thats not an excuse so you don't even have to forgive me."

"you're everything to me. i swear i didn't mean it." he adds

the unforgettable cruel words he'd said to me earlier shoved ontop of his sweet loving words made me cry more.

i let him hold my trembling body as sobs tore through my chest, each inhale was ragged and uneven.

my hands clutched the material of his shirt "im so sorry sweetheart i never wanna make you cry" he explains in such a low voice, giving my hair strokes in attempt to calm me.

my face still burried into his neck tears now starting to dry away, and my breathing starting to even out. he carried me over to the couch and placed me in his lap

i was drained from all the crying, the tense feeling in my body beginning to melt away when i really started to feel nicholas' touch. my eyes drooped again this time staying shut for longer.

i was too tired to resist the sleep that had tooken over. and being cradled in his arms didn't help.

"I'll order pizza for the both of us alright?" he took me off of his lap and placed me on our couch. then lays one of our throw blankets ontop of me. "can we talk in the mornin'?" is the last thing i remember asking before dozing off.

a/n: can yall tell idk how to make pizza

[aakeysmash]

college!sukuna needs the house and you want a smoothie

college!sukuna masterlist

"yo, i need the house on saturday," grunts sukuna, freshly woken up, coming inside the kitchen. his hair is all ruffled, just like his sweatpants and his black t-shirt.

"what for?" you hum, seated at the kitchen table, drumming your pencil on the smooth surface. you were just starting to do your homework, but you could use a break.

"blind boy and girl boy wanna have a friends gathering, or whatever the fuck they called it," he croaks out, opening the fridge and taking big gulps of the cold water bottle inside of it.

"who?" you ask, confused, turning off your headphones. he rolls his eyes.

"satoru and suguru," he responds, deadpan, opening a bunch of cabinets and throwing fruits in the blender.

"i have someone over on saturday, but you can have the living room." there's a pregnant pause in the room. nobody moves for 3 long seconds. "hey, can i have some of that smoothie?" you ask him, breaking the icy atmosphere, pointing at the light green mixture he has in front of him.

he raises one eyebrow, rubbing his eye with his fist. like a big, massive toddler.

"no. make your own one," he yawns, plopping down in front of you. you frown. asshole.

"but i'm lazy. what if i die from hunger?" you whine.

"can't help you with that," he shrugs, taking a sip of his drink.

"please?" you try, doing your best puppy eyes.

"i said no, woman," he sighs, putting one of his hands under his chin, looking over at your discarded sheets of paper all over the table before slowly raising his gaze to your eyes. "who's the fuck buddy, by the way?" he says roughly, trying not to make his eyelid tic. Another man inside his walls. Inside your walls, too. Fantastic.

"none of your business. i don't talk with bitches who don't share their food," you grumble, jutting your bottom lip out, wearing your headphones again. he flips you off.

"tell me who is it," he tries to pry. you ignore him, whistling the song you're currently listening to. he growls your name, trying to get your attention, but he doesn't get any reactions out of you.

"hellooo," comes yuuji's voice from the door. you raise your head, bypassing the currently scowling bulging creature in front of you, and smile softly at the kid, waving your hand. his little feet do a light pit pat on the ground when he walks.

"hey, 'kuna, can i have some of your smoothie?" asks excitedly the child, coming near you two.

sukuna huffs. "no. learn how to fend for yourself. there are brats your age who have children of their own," he grits out, glaring at him, then turning his mean gaze toward you. yuuji cries out your name, trying to get you on his side.

"yuu, your brother is mean. let's go live somewhere else, just me and you," you coo to your youngest roommate, receiving a decisive nod, opening your arms to let him hug you. his brother scoffs.

"can we visit him sometimes, though?" timidly says the kid from beneath your head, wrapping his short arms around your middle.

"nah. go on, you two can finally get the fuck out of my way. i'm never opening the door for you again," smirks sukuna, getting up to wash his glass, now empty.

"mean!" you both scream in unison, turning around to see that he has his back turned toward you.

he just chuckles, grabbing more fruit to put in the blender. he has two mouths to feed, apparently.

[lovesculprit]

Kinktober Day 5 - Sex Tape with Kento Nanami

contains: nsfw content: (mdni), fempov, pnv (unprotected), creampie, filming a sex tape ˚₊‧ for more kinktober here - wc: 2.5k

a/n: honestly, i am way too tired after my sukuna 7k one so today was meant to be cockwarming (it will come later), but i was too tired to finish it tonight - if you read this from the cod side already sshh, that post is gone now, i wanted it on here

The camera sat propped up on a makeshift tripod across from the bed, a little red light indicating it was recording. The curtains were half-drawn and it covered the room in a warm orange from the sunset. Everything about this felt strange and new, yet so oddly comforting in its intimacy.

Nanami sat at the edge of the bed, still in his slacks, a white shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. His face softened with a mix of longing and something that made your heart squeeze: vulnerability.

"You sure about this, love?" His voice, deep and rough as always, held an edge of hesitation. His thumb traced small circles into your palm as if grounding himself in your touch, not quite ready to begin. "Don't want you to think it's... y'know, too much. If you don’t wanna-"

You gave him a soft smile, squeezing his hand back in reassurance. "Kento, it's for us. I want you to have this, for those times when you’re away from home with your work and I’m here, missing you, just as much as you miss me.” 

He lifted his gaze, his eyes locking onto yours. There was a fire there—an intensity that was always present but now simmered with something deeper, more intimate. His fingers trailed up your arm in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Alright,” he said, voice low. “This stays between us. It’s just for me, okay? Nobody else sees it.”

You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation, “Not even if Gojo asks?”

“No. Unless you want me to, but I don’t really plan on letting him see my wife like this, only me.” His words were firm, almost possessive, but there was something protective about the way he said it.

Nanami was always careful when it came to you—his sorcerer work might be dangerous, unpredictable, but he kept you tucked safely away from that world. And this, what you were about to share, was sacred in its own right.

His hands, warm and rough, moved to your waist, tugging you gently towards him. "C'mere," he whispered, his voice lower now, looking at you as though you were a precious gem he didn’t want to break.

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him, feeling the warmth of his body even through the denim. His hands settled on your hips, holding you there, not letting you go.

Neither of you said anything for a moment. You could hear the quiet hum of the camera still running in the background; it faded into the periphery of your perception, so it was just the two of you wrapped in this bubble of time.

His forehead leaned against yours while his breathing was warm against your lips. "I hate leavin' you," he whispered, his voice rough with frustration and longing. "Every bloody time, it gets harder."

“I know,” you whispered back, your fingers sliding up the back of his neck, tangling gently in his hair. “But this time, you’ll have something more. You won’t just have to imagine me.”

A low, almost guttural noise rumbled from his chest, and his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you even closer. His lips brushed against yours, a feather-light touch that sent sparks through your skin. “I’ll watch this every night if I have to,” he murmured against your mouth. “Keep me sane when I’m dealing with this messed up hell out there.”

His words, raw and unfiltered, made your heart swell, and you kissed him back, slow and tender at first, savouring the way he tasted. His lips were soft, contrasting with the roughness in his hands as they roamed across your back, holding steady to keep himself anchored to you and in this moment.

He deepened the kiss, his hands sliding under your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. He touched you in such deliberate ways, taking his time, committing every inch of you to memory before having to leave again.

He drew back far enough to peer into your eyes, his dark with a need that went far past the physical. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Always- doesn't matter if I’m a few miles away or thousands. You got that?"

You nodded, heart pounding in your chest. "I'm yours, Kento. Always.”

For one instant, the ferocity in his eyes gave way to softening and his lips caressed yours once again, the pace languid now as every moment was cherished. His hands kept on with their exploration, touching and leaving trails of heat wherever they ventured. You could feel the strength in him, the restraint he was holding back, wanting to make this moment last.

When his lips found your neck, you let out a soft gasp, your body arching into him. His breath was warm against your skin, and the way his lips and teeth teased at the sensitive spot just below your ear sent electricity shooting through you.

“Gonna miss this,” he growled softly, his hands moving lower, gripping your hips tighter. “Miss you.”

You cupped his face, guiding his gaze back to yours, your thumb brushing over his jawline. “You’ll have me with you,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the desire pooling in your stomach. “Whenever you need me.”

He groaned softly, his lips claiming yours again, this time urgent, desperate. It was as if he wanted to leave an impression of himself within your soul, something you might hold on to when the nights felt too long.

The camera watched silently, recording every moment: how his hands roamed your body, how your lips danced together in some rhythm only the two of you knew. This wasn't about physical closeness; this was holding onto one another in the only way you could when the distance would soon tear you both apart.

Melting into him, your bodies moved together in perfect sync, every touch, every kiss burning with the unsaid knowledge that the time was running out. You tugged at his clothes, and he did, yours. His lips had left yours, pressing a path of kisses down your neck; his breathing hot and ragged against your skin. "I need you," he muttered, his voice rough and almost broken. "Need all of you.

You moaned softly, your head tilting back as his hands roamed lower, his fingers skating across the edge of your underwear. The feel of him touching you-so gentle yet so intense-only served to increase your need for him. He was unravelling you, piece by piece, until all that was left was the raw undeniable need that pulsed between you both.

His lips brushed your ear, and his breath came in short, ragged bursts. “Tell me what you want,” he rasped, his voice thick with need, but still controlled, still in that deep, gravelly tone that always made your knees weak. He wanted to hear it, needed to hear you say it.

“I want you,” you whispered, your fingers curling around the back of his neck, pulling him closer until his forehead was pressed against yours again. “All of you. Now.”

Something in him snapped at your words. He groaned, low and primal, as his restraint melted away. With one swift movement, he lifted you, shifting your body so you were beneath him. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them as he settled between your legs, his touch firm but careful, always making sure you were okay, that this was what you wanted.

You nodded, breathless, your body already arching toward him, craving his touch. His hands moved with purpose now, sliding your underwear down and tossing them aside. The intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming, like he was drinking in every inch of you, committing this moment to memory.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice barely audible as his hand caressed your inner thigh. His lips found yours again and you moaned into his mouth, your body trembling with need.

His other hand moved to his own waistband, undoing his belt with a practised ease. You could feel the heat between you intensify, the space narrowing until there was nothing left between your bodies but the aching need to be as close as possible.

He positioned his cock at your entrance, his tip teasing you, rubbing along your slit and making you squirm with anticipation. He taps it against your pussy, smirking at the sound, “She’s already wet for me.” he purrs as he momentarily pulls away to grab his phone. “Want a better view- Two films just for me.”

He holds the phone camera just right as he spreads your folds, slowly pushing himself inside you, filling you inch by inch until he bottoms out. The moment he entered you, both of you let out a shared groan of relief, like this was what you had both been waiting for.

He was careful, always so careful, but there was something raw in the hunger of his filling you, the motion of his hips gentle yet insistent.

He stilled for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes closed, savouring the sensation of being connected in the most intimate way possible. "God, you always feel so good," he breathed, low, his voice breaking with emotion. "So fucking good-

Then he opened his eyes, and the way he stared at you-as though you were his entire world-made your heart skip a beat. The vulnerability in his gaze-an unspoken fear of losing you and not having enough time-stared right back at you. Yet, so much love almost overwhelmed you.

Nanami finally started to move, slow at first, each thrust deep and deliberate, as if he was trying to imprint the memory of you onto his very soul. You clung to him, your body responding to every movement, meeting his rhythm with your own, your moans mingling with his groans, creating a symphony of raw, unfiltered need.

“Don’t stop,” you gasped, your nails digging into his back as the pleasure began to build, overwhelming your senses. Every touch, every thrust sent you spiralling closer to the edge, and you could feel him getting lost in it too, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.

“Never,” he growled, his lips finding yours again in a fierce, hungry kiss. “I’m never letting go.”

He pulled away from the kiss so he could get the perfect angle on you, one he knows he’ll watch a million times when he’s away in the middle of nowhere, stuck with only Gojo for company. 

With every thrust, your breasts bounce enticingly, and the camera shows every detail. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he whispers, his eyes dark with desire as he drinks in the sight of you. "I'm going to watch this over and over again, remembering how perfect you feel." he continues, running his hand up your chest to fondle one of your breasts in his free hand, as his hips falter slightly and he tosses the phone to the side.

He starts pistoning into you again and again, desperate as the pleasure mounts. "That's it, baby," he says low and huskily, "Take it all- Take every inch of me." He shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts a little, and you cried out in pleasure as he hit that particularly sensitive place inside you. Your nails dig into his back, urging him on, and he returns the favour with a groan of his own, hips snapping forward with renewed vigour.

The camera on the side captures it all-a memory Nanami will always treasure, especially when he is far away from home, yearning for your skin against his. "I love you," he says, words spilling off his tongue with no hesitation. "I love you so fucking much."

The lens centres in on the point of contact between your bodies as his cock disappears inside you, stroke after stroke. The camera captures every nuance, every slight movement, so that when he watches this back, he'll relive every moment as if he were with you.

The camera captures a look on your face, too, as he manages to hit that special spot inside of you, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, your mouth twisted into a silent scream. The camera focuses on how your bodies shine with sweat; muscles ripple in his arms and back as he supports his weight, driving deeper into you with rising urgency.

With every thrust, the camera captures the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies coming together, punctuated by the occasional gasp or moan from one or both of you. The audio is crystal clear; Nanami can hear every breathy whimper and desperate plea when he watches it later, which makes it even more real and hard-core for him.

Nanami’s own breathing grows heavier, his movements becoming more erratic as he feels his own release approaching. He reaches down with one hand, his fingers finding your sensitive clit and rubbing in tight, fast circles. The added stimulation sends you both over the edge, and you come together in a shared cry of ecstasy.

As Nanami climaxes, his cock throbs and pulses inside you, releasing a thick load of his cum. The camera picks up everything from the tensing of his muscles to the look of pure bliss plastered on his face. His cum coats your walls, filling you as best he can, a physical manifestation of the love and desire he holds for you.

The camera focuses on the point where his cock meets your entrance, gliding through your folds, as Nanami can see how his cum is mixing with your own juices in an erotic display of shared pleasure. The wet, obscene sounds of his final thrusts are amplified, ensuring that he'll be able to hear every last detail when he watches this back, reminding him of the intense connection you share.

He falls onto you, spent, both your bodies still joined together. The tender moments of soft kisses pressed to your forehead, caressing hands roaming over your body and holding one another close are all picked up.

After a few moments of basking in the afterglow, Nanami slowly pulls out of you, his cum dripping onto the sheets below. The camera captures the erotic sight of your hole clenching and fluttering around his softening cock as he withdraws.

He settles beside you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "That was amazing," he whispers, still low and satisfied. "I love you so fucking much and I swear I’m going to lose my mind with how much I’ll miss you."

You burrow into his embrace, feeling the warmth. "I love you too," you whisper back, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "And I'm glad we have this, something to keep you company when you're gone."

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