#ask game: ten facts

[arrows-unofficial-ocs]

🌟 + Theodore “Ted” Ainsworth, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 💖

1.) Ted stammers. It’s moderately severe and he stammers on approximately 20% of syllables. He works with a speech language pathologist to lessen the degree of impact it has on his quality of life. Unsurprisingly, the hardest part is dealing with the levels of intolerance at Truham.

2.) Ted is an only child. However, his father was one of six kids and his mother was one of four, so he has a lot of cousins strewn throughout England.

3.) Ted loves playing rugby. When he’s on the field, he’s not thinking about his stammer and feels a little more himself.

4.) Despite his love of rugby, Ted does not really feel like a part of Truham’s rugby team. He never really got on with Harry, and that really sealed the deal. He mostly got on with Nick Nelson and a few others. He ends up quitting the team after his shoulder is injured in the card accident.

5.) Ted and Nick were nearly inseparable during their primary school years. Nick was one of the few kids who had the patience for carrying on a conversation with Ted. Things changed when they started Truham and distance grew between the two boys.

6.) Until starting Truham, Ted went by Teddy. Nick is the only one who calls him that.

7.) Ted is straight. And oblivious. He very much saw Nick and Charlie as friends until it hit him over the head. In Ted’s defense, though, even if Nick had been in a secret relationship with a girl, Ted wouldn’t have noticed either.

8.) Ted’s birthday is Christmas Eve, December 24.

9.) Ted holds a lot of anger inside after the car accident. Due to this, he starts to pick up boxing. Just with a bag and he never actually wants to fight anyone, but damn does it feel good to punch something.

10.) Ted gets a puppy from his grandfather after the car accident. It’s a little yellow Labrador retriever that Ted names Poppy.

10 Facts About My Characters

[the-witching-ash]

10 facts + Grace Kim

1) Very briefly dyes her hair pink for a few episodes in season 7

2) Wanted to be a ballerina and take classes from Mrs Patty she was little but Mrs.Kim never allowed it, takes adult ballet lessons when she moves out.

3) Plays piano

4) Lesbian icon

5) She’s not full-vegetarian, but she doesn’t really eat that much meat either.

6) Is a writer, wants to try to explore various genres, but the story she’s most proud of is the children’s book she eventually writes & illustrates about Stars Hallow.

7) light-Pink and Lavender are her favorite colors.

8) Pink Mum’s are her favorite flower

9) As an adult, low-key wants to adopt a couple axolotls

10) Favorite Disney movies are Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty & Mulan

[spockcock]

Actively disturbed by the fact Dan and Phil are t'hy'la (Vulcan word used to indicate people with a close bond; essentially translates to a combination friend, brother, and lover. Used most often to reference the characters Kirk and Spock as something like soulmates or spouses)

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

finally caved and started reading all for the game. two chapters into the foxhole court and what kind of gay fucking shit is this! also did not know there were sports in here

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

10 facts Carla?

1 – Loves Gilmore Girls, Logan is her favourite of the Rory boys but Luke & Dave are her overall favourites and she does find it weird that Jess looks like her dad when he was younger

2 – Adores Taylor Swift, went to the Fearless tour, goes to Speak Now & Red during canon, by current time she's been to every Taylor concert

3 – She loves every disney park but her favourites are Magic Kingdom and Epcot

4 – her most noticeable compulsive behaviour is knocking on the doorframe of any room/building she walks into

5 – Family does a disney trip every year (alternating easter long weekend/Carla's birthday and summer), the only year that Carla has missed is the summer between s2/3 when Xander guilt trips/manipulates her into not going and then bails on all of their plans so that she's just home alone and sad

6 – She loves to bake and cook, her favourite thing to bake is cookies

7 – Hates the slushy tradition at McKinley both because it sucks (though she's never been slushied) and because she loves cherry slushies and this ruins them for her

8 – loves cookie dough ice cream the most but also loves trying new flavours

9 – if she was going to be on any reality show she would choose either Dancing With The Stars or Say Yes To The Dress – it used to be The Voice but then the Rachel Incident traumatized her too much (tbh it traumatized her too much for any reality show)

10 – Her favourite type of jewelry is necklaces

[asavt]

Oh shit ten days until my birthday

[toxicrevolver]

January 2024’s Receiptify!

Tagged by @we-survive-endlessly thanks for the tag!!!

I’m too eepy to tag anyone so if anyone wants to share feel free to blame me.

[scribbyizhere]

ok well now I'm fucking pissed

[vivalasthedas]

I played my sister the DAI theme and the veilguard theme and asked which she thinks sells the concept of the games and their world better - she doesn't play them, so has no connection to any of the music - her answer was that the DAI music was 'generic video game' and the veilguard music was 'its just batman' which now I can't unhear

this obviously doesn't like undermine the overall point about big names purely due to name recognition over finding someone who is a better fit stylistically, but it put new light on how i was personally feeling about the music!

[arrows-unofficial-ocs]

🌟 + Megan Armstrong, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 💖

1.) Megan is the third of four children. She has an older brother, an older sister, and a younger sister.

2.) Megan became interested in physical therapy after her older brother blew his knee out playing rugby and required PT.

3.) Megan is the proud owner of a beagle named Woodstock after the iconic yellow bird whose best friend is the world’s most famous beagle, Snoopy. Woodstock is Megan’s baby.

4.) Megan’s number one passion is art. As much as she enjoys her career as a PT, she’s always held a little bit of regret for not pursuing a career in the arts.

5.) Megan’s oldest nephew is Jamie Tartt’s number one fan. The kid is absolutely obsessed and knows all of Jamie’s stats. She earns major cool points when she starts dating Jamie.

6.) Megan and Jamie do not like each other at first. Megan overheard him complaining about PT and confronted him about it, resulting in some friction between the two. As time went on though, they slowly found themselves becoming more like friends.

7.) Megan finds herself in the AFC Richmond circle after Jamie recommends her practice to one of his teammates. Soon, Megan finds that she’s unable to extricate herself from the world of AFC Richmond.

8.) Megan eventually finds herself becoming the main PT for Richmond’s women’s soccer team. It’s a position she feels very proud of because her nephew’s football obsession rubbed off on her niece.

9.) Megan is a good cook. She doesn’t often cook many elaborate meals, although she does enjoy cooking.

10.) Megan often paints or draws whatever is on her mind. The first time she painted Jamie, she got very irritated and ripped the painting up. Woodstock the beagle is her most common subject. He’s just so precious.

10 Facts About My Characters

[the-witching-ash]

🌟 + Richie?

@ginevrastilinski-ocs asked for him to!

1) In all honesty, Richie’s never actually liked any coffee at all, which just leads to it being another thing Lorelei never understands about him.

2) Used to have a crush on Lindsay Lister - in his canon verse they’d been friends since they met in Patty’s classes and where each others main dance partner’s all the way up until his sports injury & he retried, which led to him developing a crush on her but he was to scared of admitting it and ruining their friendship, eventually moves on from it.

3) Cuts Rory out of his life for a long time after finding out she slept with Dean.

4) Loves how everything looks in winter after it snows but hates driving.

5) He’s not really a picky eater, but the texture of tomatoes is something that gives him a big ick. (With things like pasta or pizza sauces or tomato soup he’s pretty much ok, salsa has to not have chunk’s, but also hates the texture of ketchup.

6) Likes to occasionally indulge in junk food as a treat, but won’t eat junk food (or most food) in the same quantities as Lorelei as Rory for most of the time living with them he was in dance, skating or sports and needed to watch his diet.

7) worked a bunch of odd jobs around Stars Hallow starting age 12, Luke highers him at The Diner as soon as he’s old enough.

8) Can solve a rubix cube in under 30 seconds. (Started off with 5 minutes when he got his first one at eight, had continuously been trying to break his own record since.)

9) Can’t imagine living anywhere that doesn’t have all four seasons.

10) has had his left leg broken at least three times - age six when trying to climb a tree at recess on a dare by older boys and a branch broke, his ACL after his football injury, and again when he’s in the car-crash with Jess instead of Rory.

[caelivir]

“are ya sure yer not dating (y/n)?” osamu suddenly asks his brother during a quiet lunch between the two of them.

atsumu chokes on the grains of rice in his mouth, coughing violently and punching his chest. when he finally settles down, he throws a glare at his brother. “what the hell, ‘samu?”

“that’s not an answer.” osamu continues to press.

“we’re not!” atsumu answers, picking up a piece of chicken katsu with his chopsticks. “i don’t like them like that. they don’t like me like that. we’re just friends.”

the bright red-pink of his ears speak otherwise. you see, osamu knows his twin better than he knows himself. he knows that whatever comes out of atsumu’s mouth is a load of crap. just friends? yeah fucking right.

osamu has never seen his brother look at anyone the way he looks at you, starlight and pure adoration swirling in his irises. he acts as if your every word were an earth-shaking prophecy sent by the heavens. his honey brown eyes stare, and he smiles so gently that it makes him sick.

friends aren’t touchy in the way you guys are. you hold each other’s hand like it’s nothing. with interlocked fingers, atsumu will trace his thumb down the back of your hand for no apparent reason. when you’re bored, you’ll take atsumu’s hand into your lap and play with it, bending his fingers, comparing hand sizes, and running a featherlight touch across the expanse of his palm to see if he’ll react.

osamu notices how you never miss the opportunity to find a seat on his brother’s lap. whether there are no seats of available or ten open ones, you will always choose atsumu. and it’s not like he’s complaining about it. in fact, osamu thinks that he waits for it because atsumu would never want to miss the chance to secure his arms around your waist and whisper into your ear amidst a loud conversation.

and you can’t forget the cuddles, and the hugs that linger longer than they should, and the way you’ll cup atsumu’s face, and the way you play with his piss blond hair.

you’re the one person atsumu lets wear his jersey to his game. he ensures you get the best seat to watch him play. osamu doesn’t miss the way his twin looks at you before every serve or the way you cheer the loudest when he scores an ace.

osamu doesn’t think that someone who “doesn’t like you” would be thinking about you every time they shop. “(y/n) likes this snack”. “(y/n) would love this shirt”. “oh hey, (y/n) showed me this”. “‘samu, should i buy this for (y/n)?”.

osamu has never seen two people so madly in love before. he doesn’t know how you guys haven’t realized it yet. and he can’t keep playing along because atsumu’s katsu looks really good right now.

“right…” osamu chooses to answer, dipping his chicken into the tonkatsu sauce. “i sure hope they’re gonna have fun on that date they have today.”

his brother’s chopsticks clatter onto the table before rolling onto the floor. the sight of atsumu’s open mouth filled with rice is unsightly, and osamu has to suppress his laugh.

“they didn’t tell you?” osamu raises an eyebrow.

“no?!” atsumu suddenly stands, slamming his palms into the table.

“yeah, i think they’re gonna leave soon.” osamu lies easily. there is no date. but of course, does ‘tsumu really need to know that?

the blond twin practically bolts away from the dining table and out of the house. when the door slams shut, osamu grins to himself, reaching for the unfinished plate in front of him.

“he can thank me later.”

atsumu brainrot never ends. something short and sweet bc school is kicking my ass.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

10 facts + Carla!

1 – the last two verses of Kindergarten Boyfriend from Heathers always make her cry

2 – Carla was adopted when Carter & Malia & Kaia were home for the summer before going back to university (Carter's final year, Malia & Kaia's sophomore year I think), she cried herself to sleep every night for the entire year that they were at school

3 – Carla loses her virginity to Xander the summer before s3. It is very heavy coercion, she did not enjoy it, and she doesn't want to do it again (though Xander gets her to a few more times) – he justifies cheating on her by saying that it was her fault for not putting out whenever he told her to

4 – She is personally recruited to the Cheerios by Sue

5 – Hates Dakota Stanley with an absolute passion, the first fight she ever has with the Unholy Trinity is about them convincing Rachel to get him to choreograph for him

5b – Carla battles some unhealthy eating & exercise habits caused by a combination of the Rachel Incident trauma and Dakota Stanley

6 – She never goes anywhere without her ipod and headphones but firmly believes that vinyl records are the best way to listen to music (that's what her dads raised them all with)

7 – Her favourite types of takeout/eating out are chinese food, japanese food, and diners, her favourite deserts are skillet cookies (especially with ice cream) & lava cakes

8 – Carla almost drops out of New Directions in New York New York because she can't handle the idea of being in a room with Rachel

9 – Her older siblings (+ Sugar & her parents, Josh & Jesse, Shelby, basically anyone she loves but doesn't live with) send her texts every morning when they wake up and every night when they're going to bed to let her know that they're still alive, she can't fall asleep until she has all of them

10 – also goes on an annual ski trip with her family every year, but has not ever skied. She is only there to wear cute winter outfits, drink hot chocolate, and read books by the fireplace (and occasionally go tubing with the littles, and does a bit of skating if there's an ice rink), but she is beyond terrified of skiing

[eldragon-x-moved]

Let me ask you a question, Light.

What it is, Ryuzaki?

I've been wondering: Who is your favorite Pokemon Mystery Dungeon character?

...I see what your game is, L. Deducing the probability of me being Kira based on my answer. Not bad, but I'm already ten steps ahead of you.

If I tell him my favorite character is Dusknoir, it's obviously going to link me to Kira. Not only is he a cunning, detective-like figure chasing after himself, but he is part of a species of grim reapers which can be connected to the shinigami.

But,

It would be befitting Light to pick Dusknoir since in the expanded story of Explorers of Sky, he grew willing to take great risks in order to make the world into a better and safer place. And even before his redemption arc, he is shown to be genuinely concerned about fellow Pokemon who are in immediate danger.

Of course, he could always play it safe and say Grovyle, who is a well-written and widely beloved character in the community. Not to mention a true seeker of justice.

No, it's too obvious. I have no choice. I'll just be outright. He can't possibly connect my liking for Dusknoir to Kira if I just present the facts.

I think my favorite would have to be Dusknoir! His development in Special Episode 5 was a fascinating choice and made me appreciate his character as a whole.

I see. I'm personally rather fond of Celebi.

!?

What the hell... Who would care about Celebi? Is this a threat? She is one of the characters who contributes to foiling Dusknoir's plans... Is he that confident in his ability to stop Kira? What is your angle, L...

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon!? I love these games! My favorite is Munna!

!

Misa, what are you doing?! Munna seeks to rid the world of rotten Pokemon! You're blatantly making a connection to Kira!

Besides, Gates to Infinity is hardly worth of the Mystery Dungeon title... It's naive message about trying to better the world just through hope... I suppose it is just like Misa to like this game.

Still! Munna is an incredibly incriminating choice. Dammit, Misa...

Ahehehehe... Wigglytuff.

[leilakisakabiri]

Spill or Fill Your Guts (LN4)

Summary: Playing the game spill your guts or fill your guts with Lando for his Youtube channel.

Warning(s): n/a

Word Count: 450+

Masterlist

"Who's the cutest driver on the grid, excluding Lando?" Lando huffed, "What kind of question is this? Who came up with this?" He looked around the room accusingly, card high in the air as if it disgusted him to be near it.

You opened your mouth before he cut you off with a glare, "Y/n I swear to god you better not answer that and just eat."

You laughed out loud, trying to hug him as he squirmed further away from you, "I'm kidding baby of course I wasn't going to answer it."

"Do you want to spin the wheel for me?" You asked your still pouting boyfriend.

"Fine. If I must." He relented, finally putting down the card.

You cringed when it landed on the spicy wings, while it wasn't the worst choice, seeing Lando's reaction to it ten minutes ago didn't make you keen to try it.

"We can share my milk." He offered, holding the glass out to you that was stained with the leftover wing sauce from his hands.

You scrunched your nose in distaste, but took it anyways, "My hero."

The half eaten chicken wings were placed in front of you and just the smell of it was enough to make you cough. It wasn't that you couldn't handle a little spice, but the fact that Lando had intentionally ordered the extra extra fire sauce scared you. what was the need for two extras?

Lando urged you on as you looked at the camera, "I can't believe you're making me do this."

You took a quick breath before committing and taking two big bites out of the wing. You chewed quickly hoping the spice wouldn't hit but your jaw got tired quickly and soon the flavor was starting to creep in.

You swallowed it before it could get worse but it wasn't until five minutes later that you felt the real spice.

Lando was in the middle of explaining an answer when your hand shot out reaching for the milk, "Holy shit! I can't feel my tongue." Your words muffled together as you tried to soothe the burn.

"This is not helping." You shook your head in disappointment, looking for another drink, accepting the one Lando handed you without a thought.

You took a sip before your eyes widened comically, abruptly putting it down when you realized it was just making the pain worse. You gasped when you looked down to see what was in the glass he handed you,

"Soda? Are you kidding me Lando. You did that on purpose you dick!"

Lando laughed, dodging your slaps to his shoulder before clasping your hands in his own, "I'm sorry babe, I had to do it for the views."

You glared at him as he lay kisses all over your hand as an apology.

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ speak of the devil

synopsis. satoru and his father don’t quite get along—you don’t think it would help that case if his father walked in on you fucking on his desk right now, but satoru doesn’t seem to care at all

FIVE PLACES RB! GOJO SHOULDN’T FUCK YOU SERIES

length. 3.4k words (why did it take all day sobs)

contents. fem! reader, minors do not interact, college au, rich boy! gojo, as always it’s shameless satoru, you sit on satoru’s lap, brief fingering, dry humping, desk sex <3, clothed sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, perfect girl)

notes. to everyone who kept asking when i was gonna update this series: here it is. now don’t ask again <3

the one time you decide to surprise satoru with a visit is the one time he’s nowhere to be found—it takes you ten minutes and the help of two maids to finally find satoru in his house. as it turns out, he’s in his father’s office—the only room you’ve never been in yet.

“hey,” you murmur, “been looking for you everywhere. way to ruin my surprise.”

“baby!” he grins, perking up from his spot at the chair, setting the pen in his hand down. “you came all the way here to surprise me? you must love me so much. and think i’m hot too, right? and funny? and smart? and—”

“i’m leaving,” you tease, rolling your eyes. and then you notice the papers in front of him, peeking over his shoulder as you read over them. you understand nothing. “what’s this?”

“paperwork,” he grumbles, “old man says i have to start being more responsible for stuff if i’m gonna take over someday. what a geezer.”

you snort—satoru never runs out of insults for his father. normally, you wouldn’t encourage his comments, but….well, his father deserves them. quite a bit, in fact.

“my poor businessman,” you say sympathetically, smoothing back hair from his forehead as you cup his face. he pouts, leaning into your touch as you rub over the swell of his cheek with your thumb. “you deserve a break.”

“i know,” he whines, “i’ve been doing these for like an hour. i could’ve been playing video games with suguru. or fucking you.”

“satoru!” you gasp, pressing a hand over his lips as you eye the door and listen for any signs of anyone nearby. you turn to him and hiss, “you have too many people wandering your house for you to say that so loud.”

“not like they’ve never heard us before,” he shrugs.

well, that’s satoru for you—as shameless as ever. not only has he probably traumatized the poor maids with his insatiable horniness, but he’s not even got the tact to at least seem embarrassed. not even slightly ashamed. you scoff, shaking your head as he grins up at you cheekily.

“you’re a real case, you know that?” you say in disbelief, “i think the only surface you haven’t fucked me on is your parent’s bed. and that’s only because you love your mom enough not to do that.”

“if it was just the old man’s, i’d have fucked you on that too,” he snickers. and then he hums thoughtfully, “actually, i think i have fucked you everywhere. it’s like a bucket list.”

“satoru, you’re sick in the head.”

“the showers, the guest rooms, the kitchen, the living room, the movie room, my room, of course—oh, the game room too. and we can’t forget the backyard and the pool either. i think we got it all—wait.”

he sounds serious. you look at him with furrowed brows as you tilt your head. “what?”

“we didn’t get this room.”

oh god. he’s absolutely ridiculous—and not only that but a complete idiot, too. not only do satoru and his father not get along, but his father couldn’t disapprove of you any more than he already does. the last thing you both need is for him to walk in on his son fucking the girl he probably wants to hire a hitman to assassinate.

“oh my god,” you say exasperatedly, “toru, have you not one ounce of shame? you can’t possibly think—”

“why didn’t i think of this sooner?” he wonders out loud—and oh no. satoru has that look in his eyes, the one that’s locked in on something he wants. the spoiled side of him isn’t going to let this go. the weak part of you is probably going to have a hard time fighting him.

the unwise part of both of you will probably get you both into a whole lot of trouble.

“because it’s a bad idea. you’re a smart guy, toru,” you try to butter him up—it doesn’t seem to do much, though. “the smartest. so, so genius and intelligent, so you know this is a terrible idea, so let’s just drop it—”

“i should’ve done this way sooner,” he chuckles, looking at you in awe, “bend you right over this desk and fuck you over that fossil’s papers.”

his words are so shameless and so, so wrong. but for some odd reason, your clit aches a little at that.

“no, absolutely not—”

“can you imagine? he’s signing papers right where i had you drooling for me? he’d be so mad if he knew,” satoru cackles.

god—this should not be as appealing as it sounds. you try to throw on your best stern look, but satoru is as smart as he is sly. he can see the way you shift on your feet as he smirks up at you, and he’s already got that determined look in his eye that you know well enough.

it’s the same look he has when he decides he’s hungry—for you, that is. the same look that paints his face as he eyes you like you’re his next meal. the same look that tells you he wants you—and he’ll stop at nothing to have you.

and….well, you’ve never been good at saying no to satoru. it’s your fatal flaw.

“satoru, we should definitely not be doing any of that in here, and we definitely should not be risking making your dad—who hates that we’re dating, by the way—any more angry with us than he already is—”

“sweetheart,” he chuckles, pulling you by the wrist to fall onto his lap, “you worry too much, y’know that? i should fix that. fuck you dumb over this desk so you don’t overthink in that pretty little head you have.”

you glare at him, but he’s already got you straddling his hips, arms looped around your waist as he kisses your jaw with a hum. he’s already hard from what you can feel—the bulge pressing against your heat is hard to miss. 

“satoru—”

“save the part where you say my name for later. i haven’t even done anything yet,” he winks—and then he’s kissing you. he’s clever, you think, because kissing you is the fastest way to get you to melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulls you closer. 

so close, in fact, that you can feel his cock practically twitch in his pants as you shift on top of him, dragging your clothed cunt over his aching bulge.

“this is such a bad idea, toru,” you whisper in between kisses—but not one part of you fights his touch or even attempts to pull away. he hums, pressing wet kisses along your jaw as his hands dig into your hips, moving you to grind along his hardened length. 

“yeah? you sure? let’s check, shall we?” he raises a brow, hand slipping past the waistband of your pants and brushing past your folds—wet. dripping and messy and needy, just how your pussy always seems to be when you’re with him. he grins in satisfaction and throws you that knowing look as he mumbles, “sorry, baby. this pretty little pussy of yours disagrees.”

“toru,” you gasp as he toys with your clit, rubbing slow enough circles that you whine and roll your hips, trying to get more. but satoru is a brat—always has been, right from the day he was born. he pulls his fingers away and looks at you smugly as he kisses your curled lips while you frown at him.

“want more, don’t ya?” he asks—he’s too cocky for his own good sometimes. too ridiculous and annoying and troublesome, but you’re aching to feel something, anything. preferably him, so you nod. 

“just hurry up,” you huff. your hips push against him, dragging your cunt over his cock—it’s throbbing in his pants, confined under the fabric and needy for the tightness of your walls. you gasp when he rubs against your clit, and he groans, guiding your movements with a tight grip on your hips. 

“fuck, sweetheart,” he rasps, “c-could cum jus’ like this. see what you do to me?”

“‘s not me,” you tilt your head as he nips at your neck, hand trailing to cup the back of his head and keep him in place as he nibbles at the skin and pecks along the marks he leaves, “this is all your fault.”

“all my fault, huh?” he chuckles, “you make it sound like this is a bad thing.”

his hips buck up, rolling against yours and building the friction up until your both panting messes, his lips against yours as you drink in each other’s moans—your clit rubs along his length with every stutter of your hips, and his tip leaks with more pre cum every time you press harder against his cock. it’s desperate—the way he chokes on your name and the way you cling around his neck. it feels good, and the way this is all so wrong only makes it feel better. 

“‘m close, toru,” you mewl, whining as his hand slides under your shirt to massage your tit, his eyes trained on you as he hums.

“good,” he grins, eyes dark and glinting with a sick satisfaction you don’t think you’ve ever seen on him before, “cum for me, sweetheart. right here—right on this chair,” he says lowly. 

so you do—head falling back with a sharp gasp and your nails digging into his shoulder as you come undone with a loud whine. the gojo estate is big—very big. you’re sure your voice isn’t carrying through even a fraction of the place, but still, you can’t help but clamp a hand over your mouth in case anyone is nearby. 

satoru doesn’t like that, though—his hand rips yours off as he ruts his hips upwards faster, harder, pressing against you closer. “no, baby,” he chuckles, cutting himself off with a breathy moan when you press harder against his cock, “make sure you let me hear how good you feel. feels good, huh?”

“yes,” you whimper, “yes, feels so good—need more, toru. please,” you pout, looking up at him with lust-blown eyes. 

“here?” he mocks, raising a brow, “you want me to fuck you right here? in my father’s office? where he does his work? right on his desk?”

“yes, here,” you sob, “right here—please. want you so bad. need it.”

“see?” he laughs, “now you’re getting it—not so much of a bad idea, is it?”

that’s the thing about satoru—he’s too used to hearing what he wants. being told what he likes to hear. getting what he asks for. you say no, and he’s determined to change it to a yes. but yes is never enough—it’s more. always more, more, more. it’s like all rich people, you suppose. 

they just always want more.

there’s a small, reasonable voice in your head that tells you this is a bad idea. a disrespectful one, even. sure, satoru’s father has never been kind to you, let alone polite. he looks at you like you’re an eyesore, and he’s certainly said less than appropriate things about your upbringing. but that doesn’t mean you have to stoop to his level of low and do something equally as spiteful, if not more…but you’re only human. and satoru always just fucks you so well, and cumming around nothing just isn’t enough, and…well, you think it’s just karma. 

the way the world works. 

the way you and satoru work. 

so you grin, huff out a little snort before pulling him into a kiss and reaching to free his hard, leaky cock from its confinements. he whines a little into your mouth as you smear the arousal coating his tip along his length, stroking down and squeezing at the base. 

“okay,” you whisper against his lips, “fuck me toru. right here—right on his desk.”

that, evidently, is all it takes—one second you’re comfortably sitting on his legs, pants soaked with his bulge pressed against your core, and the next second you hear his hand swipe papers off the surface to fall to the floor as your back is pressed against the cool wood. he doesn’t even bother with your clothes, just tugs both of your pants down your thighs that it’s enough. satoru has always been impatient too—doesn’t like to wait for anything when he can take it when he wants. 

you can feel him close, hovering over you. he’s warm—where his cock presses against your thigh, where his breath fans over your lips, where his hands grab your wrists and pin them over your head. he’s warm, and your head spins, and you need him filling you to the brim right now.

“anything you want, you get, sweetheart,” he murmurs, grinning sickeningly sweet, “can’t say no to my baby. what kind of boyfriend would i be?” you feel him bump his tip against your clit, making you gasp before he drags the head of his cock along your folds—they’re wet and slick from your arousal, coating his tip before he’s slowly pushing in. you gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck as he groans lowly. “can never get used to this,” he breathes, “never get used to this pussy. just takes me so well. fit in like i was made just to fuck you.”

“toru, t-toru—oh,” you squeal when he slides the rest of his length to fill you, buried to the hilt as your walls flutter around him. it’s nothing new, but it’s never something you’re prepared for all the same. how thick he is, how perfectly he hits that spot in the back of your walls, how full he makes you feel. it makes your legs wrap around his waist and pull him forward, closer, deeper. “more, toru—move, please.”

“nuh uh,” he drawls, kissing your cheeks, “first you gotta tell me how much you love me.”

“satoru,” you hiss in disbelief, “are you kidding—”

“c’mon, say it,” he giggles, “love you, toru. love how you fuck me so good everywhere in your house and make me feel like a princess. you’re the best boyfriend ever and i’ll die without your cock—”

“i love you toru,” you smile sweetly, “you know what i love more, though? when you’re too busy making pretty sounds for me instead of talking so much.”

that makes him shudder—makes him curse under his breath as your walls flutter impatiently around him. he’s aching—hot and swollen in your dripping cunt, balls heavy with cum that he needs to empty into your pussy because it was made to take him. every inch of him.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes out shakily, “know that? gonna kill me one of these days.”

“good,” you hum before rolling your hips and making his breath hitch, “now move, baby. wanna feel you.” 

he does—pulls his hips back so that he’s just almost pulled out completely before he slams back into you, pressing against your sweet spot with his tip in the way only satoru knows how. only he knows you this well, only he knows your body so well. he knows where to kiss and hold and touch to make your eyes flutter shut, and your mouth fall open, wanton moans falling past your lips without a care in the world who can hear. 

“so tight, baby,” he whines, “god you’re so perfect—my perfect girl.”

“so full,” you gasp, clawing at his shoulders, pulling at his hair, pulling him closer and closer and closer until not even air can fill the space between you. “feel so good, toru—fuck.”

“look at you,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “‘s a shame you can’t see what i see. then you’d know why i can’t keep my hands off’a you—’s impossible.”

you can’t speak—all you can offer him as he’s bullying his thick girth into you is a pathetic whine as his veins drag along your walls, as his navel bumps along your clit and has your head thrown back against the table. there’s slick smeared along your inner thigh, the wet sound of his cock fucking into you ringing in your ears along with his deep groans as he pants harshly against your ear. you can feel his breath against your skin, can feel the goosebumps and the flutter of your walls every time he makes a pretty little sound for you as you squeeze around him. 

“love you, toru,” you mewl—you can’t help but say it, can’t help but remind him when he pushes into you like he was always meant to fit right there, like he was always meant to feel you as you feel him too. and if his rotten, greedy, stuck-up father with a receding hairline can’t see that you love satoru, maybe you’ll just have to fuck him right where he can find you just to drill the image into his mind. 

“love you too,” he says between moans, face digging into your neck as your hand cradles the back of his head, keeping him right there, keeping him close against you like he should never be anywhere else, “love my perfect, perfect girl. feel me? feel what you do to me?”

you nod between sharp gasps and soft cries of his name—he looks down at you in wonder, at the way your lips look when they murmur that sweet little cry of toru!, at the way your pussy sucks him in and hugs too tightly around him, at the way you look so good with the slight sheen of sweat on your face. 

his hips roll, a little sloppy in rhythm now, but still just as hard and deep as before. he can sense it—the way you’re just about to fall apart on his cock, just like you always do. so he presses a thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that make you cling to him tighter as you cry out another sweet string of toru, toru—more!

“you close, sweetheart? gonna cum for me? ‘m close—gonna fill you up. want that, don’t you?”

“yeah,” you breathe, kissing him with hot, open-mouthed kisses that he returns, “yeah i wan’ you to fill me up, toru—gonna cum. ‘m so close—f-fuck, so close, baby.”

you know he is too, the way his cock twitches and the way his hips are desperate in the way they roll into you tells you he’s just as close to falling apart as you are. you push your hips up to meet his thrusts, pushing him impossibly deeper into your cunt before you feel the coil snap as you cum—hard. your walls flutter around him, spasming and squeezing around him that his bottom lip is tugged between his teeth as he inhales sharply.

“f-fuck, baby—’m gonna…” he doesn’t get to finish before you feel his cock twitch and the first drop of cum fills you. it’s hot and thick, every rope he fucks into you, leaking past his tip and painting your walls white. you can feel the mess he makes—can feel the drops leak and smear along your inner thighs as he slams into you with choked whines of your name. “g-good—’s so good, you feel so good,” he says breathlessly, face digging deeper into the crook of your neck as his arms tremble over you.

the wood is hard against you, makes your back ache slightly—but it’s not nearly as bad as satoru is good. you can’t think of anything else but the way he fucks you both through your highs until your legs are begging to press shut from the oversensitivity. 

it’s silent for a bit once you’ve finished—save for the harsh, labored panting as you both calm down and catch your breaths. satoru is still buried with his nose pressed against your neck, your hand rubbing over his back slowly.

“your maids must hate us,” you mumble, “and if your mother hears? we can never show her our faces again.”

“she’s probably dead to the world and watching her reality shows,” he snorts, “we’ll be fine.”

“well, we should clean up and leave before your dad—”

“oh look, speak of the devil. he’s just in time,” satoru snickers as he cuts you off, looking over at the window as an expensive car drives up to the house, “think we can get these papers organized before he comes up here? maybe we should just leave ‘em to make him mad.”

“you’re crazy,” you say in disbelief. and then— “i think we should leave them there. make them his problem.”

you think you’ve just watched satoru fall in love with you all over again at that.

i hate this fic but hopefully i come back one week later and reread it and think wow i ate w this. sometimes i do that. but if i don’t: if all of you donate one dollar to my family they can afford my funeral for when i drink bleach