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what art requests do you have currently? :00
I kinda have like, 20 or 30 for now, without the ones on twitter, insta and tiktok, But I'm trying to get done with my finals so I can have more time to focus on everything else TT,
(Imma finish exactly on 20 July so until then... be patient 😔💪)
#undertale#deltarune#au#fliwiya art requests#art requests are still open#despite the slow answering#Imma do them all inshallah
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I'd need to see some concept art for the body pillow bruv.
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I just whipped this up last night, it's still a WIP
Also I'll make this a digital purchase on ko-fi once I'm done and people can use it! (Was also thinking of making an nsfw one too but I'll see how I'll feel)
#ask#answered#anonymous#glamrock freddy#stuff has been slow for me rn#im surprised i managed to make this despite how low energy i am#anyways......
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!!!!!!!! love this story so much!!!! getting notifications of when it would update was probably one of the reasons i made my tumblr account ahahag<3 b4 that i would come here everyday to either reread or check for new posts!!!!! it makes me very happy to know that (despite the slow posts) this blog is still very much alive!!!! i also love to see that you have other projects that ur also very passionate about like po3 and hotarubitale because i just LOVE your stuff :3
this means so soso so much 😭😭😭 hopefully we'll get more going now that mod recycle is here (the one responsible for my ass basically)
- mod garbage
#westaysilly#thank yuo so much..........i love my silly little passion projects despite how slow i am#garbage answers
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can we see the old man (cat)
yes you may
#his name is sully and he is balding around his neck bc of his collar despite it being Very Loose#his teeth barely function as teeth anymore and he has no claws (we declawed him in like 2007 ?? right after we got him)#(no one in my family agrees with the practice of declawing cats anymore)#17 years young and no signs of slowing down 💪💪 making arthritis his bitch one day at a time#slugs pets#slug answers
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Mm I don't think I've been very fair with a lot of the things you guys send to my inbox. If you've sent a message and I haven't replied for a very long while then the possibility that I've deleted it is very high, otherwise it's just sitting in my inbox waiting to be answered-!
Sometimes I delete asks because I don't have the motivation or energy to answer, but I think most of the time is because I. Don't know How to respond. On the rare occasion I simply don't answer because people request something out of me that I cannot/don't want to fulfill. I don't apologize for those but I do apologize to the ones that were easy to respond without a drawing or a sketch, I just didn't see that at the time
Why am I suddenly talking about this? Well you're probably about to see an influx of answers that don't have drawings or jokes (I also don't like posting without a drawing or Something worthwhile to you all but I think just having conversations is nice from time to time! I just have to remember that!)
#plus im busy and i take a long time to respond because art takes time and i dont have that yadayada#yknow those people who apologize for not getting to the thing they wrongly promised to an audience behind their screen?#yeah im not one of those DKGDKG#i wont make promises and i wont put expectations on myself Because i actually care about my well being#and this is a fun blog to run on the side yknow?#ive learned my lesson over the years#anyway i still love you all!!#despite my lack of promises and slow answer time i truly appreciate every single one of you!!#mwah!!!! big kiss from me!!#sci screams
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stop it For You page, I don’t want to see everyone’s critical takes on a Thing, I only want to see the ones filtered through the people I follow as god intended
#the answer to this is when my dash is slow I should get off the app#instead of braving the wilds of the For You page#currently this is about datv but applicable to a lot of thing#do I agree with a lot of the criticism about datv? yes!#do I want to see everyone’s hot take about it? no!#bc ultimately I’m enjoying the game a lot despite having massive issues with it#so I like seeing some criticism but post after post is just exhausting#cupcakes needs a personal tag
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I could read 300+ pages of LGP and never get tired of it🥺 The slow burn love you write is so good and keeps me living😌 I hope your pillow is always cold when you go to bed💕😤
Hi!!! Thank you for dropping me this sweet little note!!! Glad that the slow burn is still holding up so far, I know it can get frustrating, but mm. so tasty. so good. Build up is my favorite thing to chew on. Me 'n Bean are always working on more 😘
#however 2023 is just uhhh.. not my year#so it's very slow going despite that i open my doc and stare at it at least x3 a week#and i'm loathe to tease anything rn with our now upcoming move#but just know that I poke it a lot!!#and she sits on my lap while we constantly daydream about it too 🥰#bri answers#lgp asks#bean posting
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desperately need to make an updated ref sheet for ren, given his body type is now COMPLETELY different (PLUS NOW I CAN USE CSP AND NOT WORRY ABT LAYER LIMITS. IMAGINE...)
but i'm also getting into like 5 different art hobbies and playing a bunch of games and reading vns and family's visiting and after one (1) day has sapped all of my energy and and and and and...!!
#I NEED TO FINISH IT!!! i need to have it on hand so i can hand it out to ppl!!#i haven't commed anyone despite wanting to bc i have no accurate ref sheet for anyone!! graaaah!!!!!!#and idk how often i can work on it while my family is visiting for the next 2-4wks. bc they demand i be with them all day unless#i have extenuating circumstances. so. :'))) if i've shared ur comm post and haven't commed u that's why oughghh....#as soon as i possibly can... i will comm people like crazy... but when i get a few mins alone i've spent them on games to decompress#so progress has been slow :(((((#also i have 2 asks i need to answer (outside of the ask game ones... sobs...) and i'll answer those asap as well! i'm just. so tired y'all.#📌 [ my posts. ]#💭 [ my thoughts. ]#vent -#just in case...
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I did NOT crash my car today.
#there was an accident on the highway. and the people ahead of me slowed WAY THE FUCK DOWN.#they slowed down so fast that despite stepping on the break? i just kept sliding.#so i was pretty much doomed to rear-end the poor bastards. so i went ''where can i swerve to?''#and since it was the highway with fences on both sides? the answer was ''nowhere''.#so i went. ''alright. can i aim SOMEWHERE that won't definitely result in a crash?''#and there was. one tiny little spot between the cars that'd suddenly slowed way the fuck down. and the crashed one.#so i aimed for that small fucking opening. and i slid right on through.#nearly had a fucking heart-attack. and i probably scared the shit out of everyone else involved too. but i didn't crash.#so that was totally not traumatizing at all. jesus fuck.#personal stuff#drive safely everyone.
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(( I find it cute and sweet to see how many people headcanon N's birthday to Pi day! That's really creative and sweet, and cute for him to get PIES then too heeheheh.
For Nat I went with a different angle, I made his birthday September 18th. Why? That's when pokemon B&W was released first in Japan! So that's the date I set to Nat's Birthday. He's just a sweet boy though and is happy enough to just be remembered. Though food is always a way to win him over. He's happy to share with anyone who asks and his Pokemon friends too! Best a sweet boy.
My bad end AU Naal, however.... I haven't set his just yet. He lacks the core memory of that time (I mean yeah, he'd have been a babbu) and his thoughts are foggy. He remembers little snippets of early memories and he remembers the chill of cold [which was brought away into the warmth when he was adopted by the Pokemon in the forest] attached to his early memories. So likely some time late fall through winter. Somewhere in there. Not that it entirely matters to him because he's never had his birthday be celebrated. Someone get my sad boy Naal a cake or two. Let him eat cake instead of burning down Unova for once. ;w; ))
#pokemon#n harmonia#(( ooc. ))#character thoughts#world building#(( ... kind of ))#(( I'm still working on remaking this start up for my versions of them. I have ideas and core elements. I just need to get the skeleton ))#(( laid out for green lighting a go ahead and the big thing... the art. ))#(( there's a lot is very nice asks I need to answer in the meantime too. ))#(( please remember I do draw my asks responses so that can be a factor of why I'm so slow...))#(( that and bad life situation ))#(( I'm currently pet and house sitting though so that gives me a little quiet time. ))#(( thank you to the people who stick with me despite my tough IRL times ))#(( love you all and hope your day is amazing ♡ ))
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any easy ways to get herba mystica?
nope!
good luck!
#............ok MY LONG ANSWER IS........#get yourself a handful of Pokemon that are decent-ish at raids. meaning mainly that they are level 100#look up a few popular builds and just copy them if you want to but probably not 100% necessary#then just go around visiting as many raid dens or whatever they're called looking for 5 and 6-star raids#do them and just hope you get lucky#i've heard you can use sandwiches to increase your drop rates but i've also heard they aren't super reliable#so i don't bother and just uhh.....grind in between shiny hunts. SHRUG!#now that i've gotten the hang of raids i find them decently fun...even though they are buggy and slow as hell sfl;kjklh#some days i have no luck and get zero herba mysticas despite doing all the 5-star and 6-star raids on the map#other days i only do two or three raids but get multiple herba mysticas from each win#it's NONSENSE but once you get a good groove for it i don't think it's so bad
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@quickdeaths asked: 🍨 - What are expectations your muse has had about love that either was false or impossible to live up to? 🌸 - What's their idea of a perfect date? 🌹 - If asked to define love what would your muse say?💓 - What are some signs your muse has fallen for someone?💌 - How would they confess to their love interest? Would they wait on a confession? (I'm sorry but I'm also not sorry!)
Romantic Headcanon memes - No Longer Accepting!
🍨 - What are expectations your muse has had about love that either was false or impossible to live up to?
The biggest one is the idea that Sonia can find, start a relationship with, and marry a 'normal' person and have their transition to royal life and duties with a relatively seamless transition. She is pretty adamant on carrying on with relationships outside of the aristocracy and upper classes, to the point that a muse being part of that social status is a turn-off for her. Mostly, as she's used to interacting with very stuck-up, snobbish, and wealth and image-focused people with little to no regard for anyone else outside of themselves and their social circles. Aristocrats who don't care for the people they are supposed to represent and serve? Thanks, Sonia hates it.
However, it's not until she's older/closer to marrying age that she's forced to take into account that, in spite of all the personality flaws and mismatched values she often sees in fellow members of the upper class, she can't deny that they are well prepared for royal life. More often than not, they've been raised with the right manners, right interests and hobbies, know the right people, and have been pretty much preparing for a life of being in the spotlight, full of social obligations and devotion to familial tradition. They have no problem leaving their families, careers, etc. behind in favor of joining the Novoselic Royal Family: they see and understand the tradition and prestige that being royal offers, and respect it highly (not always for the right reasons, but they still respect it).
Contrast that to 'normal' people who have worked hard for an education or a career, or are close to their families, or just aren't prepared to uproot their entire life and take on not only Sonia as a partner but an entire job of royal duties and expectations? Even if her intended partner may have similar values and interests, they have to become part of the Royal Family and all of its needs and expectations as well. And having that be a seamless transition with little to no problems? Definitely the biggest false conception Sonia has ever had about love and relationships.
tl;dr - Sonia is not only not easy to date, but harder to be committed to in a relationship long-term. I hope your muse likes giant royal weddings, should they intend to marry her.
🌸 - What's their idea of a perfect date?
Answered here!
🌹 - If asked to define love what would your muse say?
Sonia would probably say love is when someone sees you for everything you are and loves you, unconditionally and wholly, as you are. It's not about appearances or talents or other things that can fade: it's about allowing someone else to see the good and the bad and the barest depths of your soul and they've decided they love, and want, it all.
An older Sonia would probably include something about disagreements can and will happen, but at the end of the day, if you are happy and cannot imagine a life without them by your side, that's love.
💓 - What are some signs your muse has fallen for someone?
This is a difficult question, actually! Sonia isn't the type of muse to immediately change her words or actions based on a crush or something deeper. She's a generally cheerful, eager, and happy muse (post-despair aside because uh...yeah). She has no trouble giving hugs to her closest friends, supporting them in their endeavors, and showing hints of her embarrassment when she gets something wrong or awkward. She's a warm, affectionate person in both her words and actions, and those can often be misconstrued for love. Sonia is excellent at confusing people where this is concerned, unfortunately.
Generally, the best sign is to just ask her, privately, point-blank in a way she can't confuse or misinterpret what's being questioned. But barring that:
If Sonia is suddenly very concerned about her physical appearance in front of someone? Mostly in the sense of being seen as sloppy/rumpled/far too comfortable/in the middle of a skincare routine/sick with a cold and her crush shows up? PANIC. She does not want them to see her not at her best.
Rearranging her schedule for Quality Time, or the best way Sonia can interpret Quality Time. Moving meetings and other events to different days or times, just to spend that time with someone else (bonus: they're physically ill or simply lonely and/or sad) and fully focus on them? Going out of her way to frequently visit someone at their workplace for no real benefit of her own (hi, convenience store worker Ryuji/ @electricea!)? Yeah. Sonia definitely has feelings that go beyond platonic at that point: she's reluctant to put off important work or hobbies, but if it's to spend time with someone she loves? She won't hesitate.
If she's making out with/snogging/having sex with someone by her own free will. Sonia does not go past platonic affection with someone she does not care for. Her time as a Remnant aside, she doesn't hook up with people for the sake of sex and sex alone. She only shows that level of physical affection for someone she truly cares for.
💌 - How would they confess to their love interest? Would they wait on a confession?
By past experiences, it's clearly attacking her love interest with her mouth. Whether it's by "desperation to throw off the paparazzi" (and subsequently give @cadcnce all the more reason to run far, far away from Sonia. And feelings.), or "I've been in love with you for years and it's my 18th birthday and screw it I'm not waiting anymore" (a Gundham who is no longer active unfortunately!) or "hey I'm injured in this hospital bed but in order to keep you from marrying someone the Future Foundation thinks is suitable I'm going to do it instead because. Um. I think I love you but please never find out I shot you in the shoulder" (hi @cantillat in post-despair Fate/DR verse), they all came to fruition with Sonia being unable to hold back her physical affections for someone.
She doesn't really do a composed, historical drama-approved love confession all that often on this blog. And it's even rarer for her to be confessed to (I know @dxfiedfxte's Minato did this, but I'm trying to think if anyone else has? I think Shirou counts here too). It's usually more messy, lack of composure, acting purely on emotion and need vs. a detailed speech of any sort.
That said, many plotted ships never even make it to the confession stage on this blog. Blame the slow-burn and the fact that, unless it's direct, romantic interest will fly over Sonia's head. She's great at seeing it towards other people: horrible about seeing it when it's directed at her.
#more-than-a-princess answered#more-than-a-princess headcanons#(Romantic headcanons meme)#quickdeaths#(Thank you for the asks!)#(Despite enjoying writing romance a lot over here: there's really not a lot of established ships)#(I'd love to write more of them but I like to take my time with them. Let 'em cook long and slow. Crock pot ships!)
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@angerdriven asked: “well, i guess that’s broken.” Saint lmao // more random dialogue prompts
"WOAH WOAH woah, hold on— we're not just gonna drop the 'guess that's broken' when the that in question is my glider!" Ignoring how the incident was just as likely... at least half Saint's own fault. It isn't even really bad, just oddly bent ( he's messed it up WORSE before, and fixed it himself! ), it's his glider, he has no choice BUT to go the dramatic route here. "I'm ruined, my LIFE right here, in my hands, it's in shambles, now you've gotta help me plan a whole FUNERAL."
#oh god this is already a mess HGHJDD#i went with genshin verse bc... first instinct idk (despite both their origins DHGHD)#✧ saint. ic / nobody’s gonna slow me down#angerdriven#✧ answered#✧ saint. verse / genshin impact
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so, this blew up on twitter (currently at 15k+ notes and still going ..) which completely blindsided me and now i cant draw again as if i was burnt out right away AGAIN and its rly annoying :I
also on twitter one person called me the r slur on it though and i just blocked them without understanding why they said that .. until i got another one earlier today that said "fuck off with your pronouns and just go make political art" and i realized oh ... people getting mad at pronouns are real after all, its such a non problem to me i didnt see how there was anything offensives about this until that second one spelled it out xD
Empress and her Bodyguard.
(OCs, grey haired lady Zaphira she/her, demon Shargon he/they)
(also some details up close)
and this guy bc i find him funny
#ganondoodles#art#also weirdly enough its doing better on bluesky than on tumblr#like the share to like ratio is much healthier over there for some reason#despite me having only barely 600 followers when i posted it there#(on twitter im at 22k+ and here its 10k+ but most are dead accounts i guess- its so weird to have tumblr be “worst” one)#(bc i have been here far longer than even twitter and feel much more attached to it and the people here)#i wonder if that art block feeling is bc i feel like i should draw more ocs stuff immediately but for others and not for me#idk if that can be the whole reason though#anyway idk what to do now#im so used to oc stuff not getting much attention so it was easier to do it on the side while fandom stuff was the main thing in a way?#and now idk ....................#im also afraid to disappoint people that thought my oc stuff is way cooler based on this art than it actually is#like Shargon isnt a scary demon that eats people#hes an anxiety riddled weakling rejected by other demons and only seems to imposing to humans bc they dont know any other demons#bc they prefer to stay in their world .... except him bc they reject and abuse him..#i have more oc lore and story than i have for the zelda comic but how would i even begin to explain any#id have to draw it all and i cant ..... do that ..... as much as i wish i could im just too slow and low on energy at all times#(the guilt of all the messages i havent answered ... ough .... im sorry)
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Getting a call while Suguru’s balls deep inside you sounds so interesting, lowkey.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Your fiancé would coo into your ear, cock dipping in and out of your sopping cunt languidly as his hot breath hit the crown of your ear.
It would all be so intimate. The way Geto has you beneath him, holding your shaky legs open for himself as his heavy balls smacked against you every time he thrusted his fat cock into you. His hips were moving slow but his dick was splitting you open.
"Sugu," You'd gasp, nails scratching at his toned back as you panted out a heavy breath of air, "Fuck-, mmh..."
"Can't get enough of this pussy, mmgh. Listen t'her talk t'me," He whispers to you, the messy slick of your cunt wetting up his shaft as he drew his hips back hitting both of your ears, "Y’like that, baby? Like bein’ stuffed like this, hm?” Geto questions.
Though, his words weren’t directed to you.
He often did that during sex— talked to your cunt, referring to it as she and baby just like how he talks to you. And it gets even worse whenever he’s giving you head.
Currently though, as Geto talks you, and your pussy, through his steady strokes, you moan his name up until your phone begins to ring.
The sound of your loud ass ring tone makes your lover groan, leaning up away from you just to catch sight of who the hell was calling you. To his surprise, none other than his best friend’s contact name was beaming across your phone screen.
“Hahh,” Geto cracks a half smile, “The fuck is Satoru callin’ you for?” He asks, sounding annoyed despite the amusement etched onto his features.
The curve of his cock sinks deeper into you as he reaches for your cell phone and you scratch at his chest, too fucked out to render what the hell he was talking about. All you wanted was his body pressed up against yours again.
“S-Suguu, shit-, ignore it, please.” You huff out demandingly, earning nothing more than a mere glance from your fiancé as he peers down at you from the corner of his eye.
Swiping your phone up, “Why’s he calling?”
“I don’t know,” You pout, extending a hand to his neck and trying to pull him back down to you. Your attempt almost works as Geto is tugged a bit closer to you, his hips still and his eyes back on your phone buzzing in his palm.
Cocking his head to the side, he smirks, “Find out then,” Suguru says to you.
You’re confused for only a second before an explanation is given through him answering the call and pressing it to your ear. Your eyes go wide as you realize he wants you to talk to Satoru while he’s balls deep inside you.
Gulping, “Sugu-“
“Hello?” You get cut off by the connection of the phone call and the sound of Gojo’s voice in your ear.
Your fiancé smiles down at you and whispers, “Go on, talk to him, baby. Promise I won’t move,” He hums all too sweetly.
It was definitely suspicious coming from him. You’ve been down the road more times than you can count— Geto promising not to fuck you while you talk to someone but ultimately doing so anyway.
With pleading eyes, you nod, hoping he’ll keep his promise this time around. “Hi Satoru,” You say into the phone, watching your fiancé mock you through his facial expressions.
“Heyyy, how are youuu?” Gojo purrs over the phone, his tone letting you know he definitely called to ask you for something.
You take a deep breath, “M’fine, can I ask why you called?”
“Straight to the point I see,” Gojo says with that smug voice of his.
Rolling your eyes, you release a sigh, "Yeah, I guess so. I'm kinda busy right now so uh, make it quick." Your tone was a lot more put together than you expected of yourself, especially with Geto's thick inches stuffed into the hilt of your cunt.
And for a while he doesn't move, he just sit there, marinating in the warmth of your cunt and listening in on your conversation.
“Well, then," Gojo starts, his voice suddenly enthusiastic, "Remember when I came over last week?"
Geto starts to lean up again and you send him skeptical eyes, to which he flashes another innocent smile at you. Then you sigh, "Yes, why?"
"Did I uh, leave my jacket there?" The male over the phone asks.
You blink, "You could've texted me this question y'know," The end of your sentence comes off all too breathy as a thumb suddenly swats over your clit, your free hand moving down to Geto's finger and trying to swat him away.
He just smirks at you though and presses the pad of his thumb into you, watching the way your back arches a bit and your lips part.
"Yes, I could've texted you this questions buuuut, you always ignore me," Gojo argues.
You bite your lip for a moment as Geto draws small circles around your clit-- you knew he was going to do this and yet you still weren't prepared for it. "I do not," You breathe out.
On the other side of the phone, Gojo tilts his head and his borws furrow, "You alright over there? Y'sound out of breath."
"M'fine, Satoru. And n-no, I haven't seen your jacket," You stammer as Geto starts drawing his hips back his eyes locked down on your cunt and how lewdly it's spread open for his cock, smirking before he spits down on it.
"Right... Well can you ask Suguru then?" Gojo continues, "I really need it for-"
"Can I just call you back?" You say all in one breath, trying your best to keep your composure as Geto eases himself back into you, fucking you so very slowly that it's both tortuous and stimulating at the same time.
The full stretch of Geto's thick girth way driving you insane, the way he'd ease back and then push forward, thumbing your clit simultaneously as his salvia smeared and mixed with the mess you've already made of him from earlier.
"Please?" You suddenly whine, not sure if it was really directed toward Gojo or Geto as you said it.
That's when Gojo pauses, his hears practically perking up at the tone of your voice, "Hey... No need to beg me to get off the phone, y'know," He hums, his voice suddenly... lower? "I would've hung up without the please but I dunno, you sound busier than I expected."
Your brows furrow at his sudden resistance toward ending the call, "Meaning?" You question, eyes focused on your fiance's face which was twisted up and he groaned quietly due to the sudden squeeze of your cunt.
There's a slight scoff over the phone, "Oh nothing, just uh-, well, am I interrupting something?"
Your lashes bat in disbelief of Gojo and Geto's losing his mind at how much your pussy's throbbing around his cock. Was that his doing or his best friend's doing? What exactly was Satoru saying to you over the phone and why were you squirming so much?
Geto tears his eyes away from where the two of you are connected and he looks at your face, spotting that you're basically just as confused as he is. Tipping his head to the side, he locks eyes with you and decides that that's the perfect time to thrust every inch of himself back into you.
The way your jaw drops, a moan pouring out so clearly and obscenely-- it makes Geto smile, nearly forgetting that Gojo probably heard that...
Probably would be an understatement too because Gojo's on his end of the call with his face flushed and his eyes widened, "Did you just moan?" He questions.
And as he does so, Geto decides not to hold back anymore, working up that brutal pace of his thrust by thrust as you slap a hand over your mouth and moan into your palm.
Barely even able to utter a response to Gojo, "N-No," You gasp, "I just-, mmh. Fuck, can I please call you back?"
Gojo blinks. Then he swallows, thickly, "Where's Suguru?"
Your mouth opens to respond but the phone is suddenly taken from you. Geto places one hand to your lower abdomen and pushes down slightly on the imprint in your skin where his cock is, his hips smacking into you roughly as you body jerked and you spasm.
Then you hear Geto speaking and realize he's taken the phone, "Busy fuckin' her to tears, call you back later 'Toru," He hums out simply.
Gojo coughs and then he laughs, "Hey wait," He stalls without second thought.
Your fiance tilts his head into the phone and his hips grow a bit harsher with you, the pressure of his hand on your lower abdomen making his swollen cock hit deeper and deeper. Then there was that mean curve of his, beating into where you were sensitive and making you whimper.
"Hm?" Geto hums in response, sounding almost annoyed.
"Y'Mind if I stay on the phone and listen?"
(pt. 2)
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Golden Boy - G.S.
Synopsis. Falling right back in love with the cult leader you’re supposed to kíll? Happens more often than you’d think.
Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, friends/lovers to enemies to lovers, oral (fem receiving), facesítting, creampíe, slight Gojo x Reader, running away from it, Suguru is so SOOO in love still, unprotected, spítting, kinda angsty, hurt/comfort, mentions of bIood and kníves, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.4k
A/N. I was listening to fantasmas while writing this so take that how you will LMAO.
The difficult part, surprisingly, wasn’t infiltrating Geto Suguru’s Time Vessel Association. No, a few faux tears, a decoy curse, and you were in - stepping through his grandiose hideout. The difficult part was convincing yourself that you were here to kill him.
Something that utterly foolish little part of yourself still had trouble believing - even when you had a knife to his throat.
“Any last words?” you spit, muffled through your mask, thankful for the way it covers up just how much your voice shakes. Maybe because of the way his lips curl into a familiar smile, maybe from his cool dagger pressing against the back of your neck.
Seconds away from a bloodbath.
You don’t know if you’re breathing - or if he is either. Eyes locked on the way Sugur- your target only raises his hand up, up, up - getting ready to strike. To kill. Only you’d get him first and-
Snip!
You’re not dead. But you might as well have been, because your mask falls onto the tatami mat with a deafening clatter.
“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.”
It’s hard not to remember.
“You don’t have any right to say that.” your knees tighten around where you had him straddled to the ground. Your hand pinning one of his down, blade digging deeper into Suguru’s pale neck - eyeing the slow, steady drop of blood that beads down it. “Didn’t think you’d remember me, either.”
With your mask now no longer on your face, you could traitorously take in that relaxed grin - as if your life wasn’t in his hands right now. As if he didn’t care.
Suguru’s hair was much longer now, splayed out across the floor inkily. Circling around his broad shoulders, around the eyes that were just a bit harder than they were ten years ago. And yet, you catch the way they flicker briefly with something so raw as he whispers gently, “How could I ever forget my first love?”
So quiet that you could’ve blamed it on your imagination - and you wish you did.
It’s so unfair.
Unfair how you let out a gasp, despite yourself. Unfair how you were the best sword wielder that Jujutsu had to offer, yet your fingers tremble on your knife. Heart stuttering at the mere sight of the way his eyes crinkle with the beginnings of a smile. Pleading, like all he could see was you from what felt like a thousand lifetimes ago.
Those golden years. Back when rare Susanoomon cards were what you’d fight over, and the only stains he’d wipe off were from the grassy grounds of Jujutsu High, still faint underneath the encrusted blood on that uniform nestled away deep in his wardrobe.
You manage to grit out, “Shut up. You left me- us.”
“I did.”
Like it was all he wanted to see.
“You never loved me.”
“I do.”
Your voice is shrill at this point, words stumbling over each other. “You’ve massacred more people than you’ve saved.”
Suguru wastes no time denying - or in any niceties. Looking right into your absolutely crazed eyes as he answers, “I have.” And his answer rings so hollow and emotionless in your ears, cold-blooded. Absolutely nothing like the boy you remembered. The one that would laugh and steal you away to take you around campus on his bicycle, all because the next class was “too far”.
“I- fuck.” You place both hands on the hilt of your blade, distantly registering the way that Suguru lets his own drop onto the floor. “I should kill you- I should kill you right now.”
Just one flick of your wrist. Fast and simple.
In and out - exactly like you’d been ordered to.
“And to die by your hand would be a death that someone like me doesn’t deserve.”
You both jolt when your knife hits the ground - as if neither of you were expecting it. And before you can stop yourself, you’re fisting his thick robes, pulling Suguru’s face up closer to yours. Mere inches away.
“Then- then I’ll-” you choke, a hand coming up to dig into the sides of his milky neck, leaving neat, red indents on his skin. “I’ll kill you with my own hands, Suguru.”
And he’s known you for years - would never admit it, but was by your side for only half as long as he’d watched over you.
Saw - only from a distance - those big fat tears you cried at graduation, the curve of your lips as you pulled a very reluctant Nanami into a hug outside his new office building. The steely look in your eyes meeting Satoru’s much softer one, telling him first how you’re going into teaching. And the smile on your face when you thought of who else might have, too. If he’d gotten the chance.
Always hidden.
Never so close to this frenzied glint in your gaze, a tiny sob threatening to escape your lips. Never like this - and yet, he never thinks you’ve looked so beautiful.
But what would someone like him know about beauty, anyway?
You flinch as Suguru reaches a hand up to thumb away the furrow between your brows, catching on the single, stray tear sitting at your cheekbone. Whispering - so low that you involuntarily crane your head closer to hear - “Still such a crybaby.”
“And you’re still going to be the death of me.”
Soft - Suguru’s lips are as soft as you imagined. And it’s not exactly the tender, picture-perfectly romantic first kiss his teenage self dreamt up with you, but fuck if he wasn’t going to remember this like it was.
Perfect.
Pretty lips smothering yours, all slow and sensual. Drinking in those deliciously breathless gasps of yours as he sucks on your candied lips.
You gasp, “Suguru.” and it comes out teary. Making you finally register the wetness rolling down your cheeks, glistening against the dim lighting. You tighten your grip around his neck, “This won’t fix-”
“I know.” Fuck, does he know better than anyone else.
A hand slides up your forearm, the other cupping your face to pull you closer. He’s running his hot tongue along your cheek, pooling your salty tears on his lips. “But let me make you forget - if just for tonight. Please.”
The only answer Suguru gets is your fingers leaving his neck, dancing feather-light across his sculpted shoulders to slide under his robe. Feeling the smooth plane of his pecs underneath your palm, that traitorously thundering heartbeat he wishes he could slow down. “Kiss me.”
“Fuck.” he pants into your open mouth. The sight of your glossy, slightly puffy lips having him surge forward to reattach his with yours with a pained grunt. “God- jus’ a bit more, my love.”
Again. And again and again- like he was addicted.
He’d always been, with you, anyway.
You let out a sinful sound of his name when Suguru kisses down your neck, lips slotting over your racing pulse. Throbbing and so real under his lips, remembering how he used to feel this song under his arms long before.
“Oh- shit.” you moan, when his now rougher - larger - hands sneak underneath your crumpled shirt, deftly unbuttoning. Unbuckling. Impatient. “Sugu-”
A hoarse groan leaves him, only spurring him to all but rip the rest of your uniform off your body faster.
And at the first sight of you clad in nothing but your panties, Suguru’s kiss-bitten lips are falling slack. Brows shooting up into the dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead now, “Been missing out, hm?” He’s dipping a hand down to run the back of his index along your clothed, puffy folds. Up and down. “Really been-” Heart clenching when he remembers the way Satoru now looks at you with a familiar glint. One he knew all too well. “-missing out, my love.”
You’re only trailing your fingers along his cheek - his neck, grazing over that little mark from your blade. He groans - maybe from your touch, probably from the way you’re dragging your cunt across that massive bulge underneath you. “Please, Suguru. Wan’ you.”
And if Geto Suguru has spent ten years denying himself, surely he could sacrifice it for the way he lifts your stuttering, sloppy hips up so easily. All the way up until they were hovering over his mouth, hot breath hitting your clothed cunt.
“Wanna taste you.” he groans, spying on the way your slick beads through your panties. “Wan’ see if you’re as hah- sweet as I imagined. Please.”
And he’s obsessed with the way you’re sinking yourself down so gently, cock jumping at the thought of you afraid you’d suffocate him - as if you didn’t have your blade at his throat just minutes ago.
“Fuuuck, don’t worry, pretty.” he groans, soft darting to lick at the juices smeared across your inner thighs. “Some more now. Put it all on me, I can take it- fuck-”
Your syrupy sweet cunt has Geto losing whatever’s left of his fucking restraint, dark eyes rolling to the back of his head because you were so sweet. So pretty looking down at him with your glassy eyes. So addictive. He moans, chest heaving as he breathes in your essence. “What happened to that feist from earlier? Gonna hafta do a lil’ more than that now.”
“B-but-”
It’s at this moment you realize that at any given moment Suguru could’ve easily taken the upper hand. A hand of his pulls down your hesitant hips, swollen lips against your covered ones in such a filthy kiss.
He hums into your folds, bunching your panties between them. “Mmm. Shit- jus’ like I imagined.” Hot tongue dipping just underneath the flimsy fabric to feel out your sloppy entrance, “Better, even. Jus’ look how well you’re taking me, pretty.”
But you don’t - too scared to find out that you’d like the sight more than you should. How you wished you could go back to the golden days where it didn’t matter - wasn’t a matter of life and death. And something else entirely.
And this dilemma has Suguru’s brows furrowing, sharp canines lightly nipping at one of your swollen folds. Wanting to see how it’s him - despite everything, it’s still him making you feel this way. “None of that now.”
RIP!
With this you have to look down, a desperate whine leaving your stupid mouth at the fucking sinful sight down below. Your panties now a tattered excuse in between Suguru’s teeth, baring them with such a devilish grin right up at you.
“See?” he spits out the fabric onto the floor beside him, half-lidded eyes peering up at you so sultry. Looking right at you as his tongue lolls out, spreading your bare, needy folds shamefully. “Isn’t this much better?”
“Hngh- fuck, yes-” you slide your fingers through his now-messy hair, falling out of that half-bun. Jolting on top with each push of his tongue past that feeble ring of resistance, the lewd squelches leaving you with each graze of the wet muscle against your walls. “Shit- Suguru it feels too good. So deep ngh-”
He swats a hand against your ass, making you sit your slutty hips down deeper, all the way till Suguru’s jaw was grinding so greedily against your cunt. Tongue bullying past your folds in and out in and out in and-
“God- hah-” he’s pulling away to gasp deep lungfuls of air - secondary, to the way he was back immediately to making out so hotly with your tight pussy. “Mmm fuck. This cute lil cunt is so needy. S’like you’re trynna suck my tongue off.” Thumb reaching up to draw slow, languid circles that have you throwing your head back. “So perfect.”
Your delirious mouth is dropping open, body moving before your mind as you strain to reach your hand behind. Trembling. Shaky when you manage to cup Suguru’s aching erection.
“G-guess m’not the only one ah- needy, hm?” you smirk, having him bucking and spitting out harsh little profanities with each rub of your palm down his drenched length.
Suguru doesn’t give you a response - because his fingers are speaking on his behalf. Dipping into your sloppy hole, locating your g-spot, as if on instinct. He’s milking your pretty cunt while he roams for those sweet spots. Lips muffling around your throbbing clit, “You’re always right, my love. You always were.”
And his words are so gentle - mouth so sloppy. Squelches so obscene.
Nose pressing up at the top of your abdomen, cheeks hollowing wetly around the sensitive nub. Letting your juices drip all the way down his chin, his jaw, dangerously close to that cut on his neck.
The hand sliding back and forth across the swollen outline of his cock had Suguru get more frenzied. Faster. Like it was his personal mission to make you cum on his tongue before he fucking passed out.
Penetrating your gummy hole with both his fingers and his tongue, spreading it open more. And it’s all you can do to keen, “Oh- oh my god.” Riding Suguru’s pretty face harder. “Shit- m’close, Suguru.”
“Always right.” he gasps, swiping his tongue faster across your clit. “Always perfect” Alternating between squeezing back into your hole, your sweet spots. Stretching out your gummy walls as far as they’d go. “Always made f’me.” Assaulting it with both his fingers and his tongue. Again. And again and again and- “Jus’ wish I got to have you sooner.”
His words make you snap your eyes up from his mean mouth to meet his gaze, devouring you as greedily and depraved as his tongue. They make your thighs burn with the effort to drag your sloppy pussy faster.
They make you cum - shaking, crying out little mewls of “Ngh- fuck. M’cumming m’cumming m’cumming.”
The way your voice is breaking at the end of each moan has Suguru’s cock straining so painfully against his trousers. One hand firmly on your waist, arching you deeper to tongue you through your high in ways he’s only ever dared to imagine.
Ways he’s selfishly hoped only he could - even after all these years, the sight of any other man looking at you wrong having his irritation flaring.
“S’right.” his voice is sending stars bursting behind your lids, tongue even worse. Having you pleading and so sensitive. “I got you, my love. Give it t’me.” Messy - not as forgiving as he’d like to be. “Give it alllll to me.”
And you do - all but smothering Suguru’s eager tongue with all your sweet juices. Ones he’s lapping up happily, tilting his head back as far as it’d go on the floor, letting your heady slick fill up his throat. His pussydrunk lips let out a hiss, both at the burn of that cut on his neck, and the way you’re desperately pulling your hips back.
Too overstimulated. Too fucking sensitive. Too much - but it would never be enough for Suguru.
“Please, Suguru.” you sob at the way your limp hips are being pulled back by a needy Suguru. “M’too sensitive. I- fuck-” He’s only lapping at your quivering cunt leisurely, smirk prominent against your swollen folds.
And it’s all you can do to deliriously slip a hand underneath his robes, a desperate attempt to keep whatever shred of sanity you have left. Fingers feeling down his unfairly toned abs, the tufts of hair at his pelvis, reaching-
“Oh fuck!” Your heavy eyes admire the way Suguru arches into your touch in surprise - like he couldn’t help himself. Eyes flying open, glossy, plump lips curling into a disbelieving grin, “Ya really are made f’me, huh?”
That’s all it takes for Suguru to head to your lewd whims, bruising fingers on your hips finally loosening to let you sit your sloppy cunt back down on his lap - except, this time, you were seated directly on his rock-hard cock. Pussy lips spreading around his length to just soak him.
“Oh, my love.” He sits up, splaying you out so prettily on his lap. “How I’ve missed you.”
You don’t even register the way you’re raising your head up to meet Suguru’s - not until he spits. Once. Twice. Straight onto your awaiting tongue that you didn’t even realize you were sticking out, saccharine sweet saliva making such a mess when he’s crashing his lips into yours.
“Yeahh, like that. Kiss me like that.” he slurs against your mouth, drunk off both sets of your sweet lips. Getting out through wet, sloppy pecks. “How I wish I had you sooner.”
You can feel your heart thumping so wildly against your ribcage, matching the needy, needy staccato of Suguru’s cock throbbing between your puffy folds. And, well, you really can’t be blamed for the way you break the kiss to look down and oh-
Oh Suguru notices that furrow between your brows, kissing away the nervous little wobble in your lower lips as he grunts, “God, you’re killin’ me.”
Fuck. Killing him?
You were the one sent in for the kill, but it seems you won’t be making it out here alive.
Because Suguru was so big, girth rubbing up against your thighs. So angry and heavy, smearing hot precum over his abs, your cunt, adding to add to the absolute mess. Long enough that you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk out of here - which, honestly, Suguru would’ve preferred. To keep you with him forever.
To have you always mewling so prettily when he’s dragging his fat head down your sensitive slit. To have his name - and only his name - leave your bruised lips when he’s asking, “Who’s got you this wet?”
You’re so cockdrunk already that you’re groaning mindlessly, “You- Suguru-”
“No, that’s not what you call me.”
And it takes you a few, long seconds to understand what he’s saying, all the while trying to focus with the leaky tip being pressed past your swollen folds. Slow. Torturous. Hitting you so violently at the same time he slips past that first, slutty ring of muscle.
“Sugu!”
A blinding grin splits across Suguru’s absolutely fucked-out face, brows furrowing together in ecstasy. “That’s more hah- like it.” Not having heard that familiar little nickname - one of your many - fall from your lips since high school - one that makes a heart he forgot he had grow five sizes too large. “Now, just take me-” Hips bucking up, so strong and ruthless. “-like I know you can, okay?”
Over and over.
You can’t let out anything but barely-lucid whines at this point, letting Suguru sink in inch by fucking inch. Your walls stretched out so perfectly to take his sheer size. But the stretch- oh, the stretch.
Fuck, it has you clawing at Suguru’s exposed shoulders, fingers leaving angry, red marks down the muscles. An obscene ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips with each time he reels his hips back, only to bully his aching cock inside until he physically couldn’t.
“Hngh- Sugu, s’too big-” You buck your hips down in shallow, tentative grinds to meet his filthy method of fitting in. “Too- much. Didn’t expect you to be so mean-”
“The sorcerer that hah- held a knife to the infamous Geto Suguru’s neck-” he groans, hands groping your ass to move you further down his massive cock. To watch the way your sloppy entrance was stretching out so much to suck him up. “-can take this too, right? I know you can.” He reaches a deft thumb around to toy with your pretty clit, making your cunt relax like the good girl she is. Fucking up deeper, just a bit more mean. “You- can-”
Several things happen at the tail end of Suguru’s sentence - he’s finally fitting in all in one go. With a calculated, harsh thrust up into your poor cunt, your ass is kissing his heavy balls, pussy rubbing against the hair at his hilt. So full and so much.
And Suguru knows he just might not see heaven - but shit, does he feel like he’s there right now. The feeling so good that both of you letting out mingling gasps of pleasure.
Your back falling onto the now soiled mats like such animals, the other not far behind.
“You alright, my love?” Suguru hums against your throat when you’re managing to adjust somewhat to the stretch, aware enough to kiss the palm resting protectively underneath your head - making sure you don’t hurt yourself.
You bat your teary lashes, “Never been better, Sugu.”
And something about that makes him remember.
Remember the way you’d tell him the exact same thing when you fought with curses too strong for you - coming back to the dorms all battered and bruised, but alive. Flashing him that addictive grin, and a crooked thumbs up, “Never been better, Sugu. Gold, actually.”
His golden girl.
Shaking away the tightness at his throat, Suguru instead focuses on wrapping your trembling legs around his toned waist. Tight.
“Sh-shit- you’re milkin’ me so good, fuck-”
Abs burning as he just drags his cock along your plushy walls, keeping your legs held wide open for him. So tight - like you were sucking the fucking soul out of him. Making sure to angle his hips in just the way that’ll have your eyes tearing at the way he was massaging all your sweet spots.
And sure enough - “O-oh my god-” you breathe, and shit, it was so hard to speak. Suguru’s cock too big, too depraved. Speeding up with every ram of his hips into a steady, mean pace. “Jus’ like that, fuck-”
“Mhm?”
You paw at his free hand settled by the side of your neck, trailing it down, down, down - rings and all - to the part of your stomach you could feel his thick tip hitting. A slight bulge, abusing your cervix over and over, “Here-”
“-s’where I belong.”
Your brows raise at his interjection, and you swipe away the long locks of hair partially covering Suguru’s face, legs tightening around his hips as you take a long, hard look. He repeats, “S’where I belong. Where ngh- you belong.”
Like some deep, dark part of him was trying to fuck out any and every doubt about this out of you - as if you’d have any - Suguru’s rolling his hips harder into yours. All the way until it almost hurt - until the sting of his twitching balls against your ass felt permanent, fingerpads pressing down so hard on your stomach.
Lips searing against yours, punctuating each word with a jagged, rough thrust. “Because you sh-shouldn’t be ah- here. You shouldn’t be-” He drags you deeper onto his dick like some ragdoll, fingers frenzying on your clit. “-with me.”
Words slurring and as sloppy as his hips now.
“Wh-why fuck- why wouldn’t I be?”
“Heh, you forgot?” Suguru spits out a chuckle, pushing you further and further up the mat with how bruising his hips were hitting yours. Alternating between marking your cervix - your g-spot - your gummy walls. “Forgot how I told ya to live a better life than this?” Everything and anything. Hips smacking so loud, echoing in symphony with those melancholy words he parted with so long ago. “How I told you to hngh- find a-another? Live a long life? To be happy?”
Now that Suguru was talking, it was like he couldn’t stop. Like a damn had been broken - both with his words and his movements. The curve of his dick drives you wild, veins molding your cunt into their shape.
Gritting his teeth to hold back the way his drenched balls squeeze so painfully, biting down on your lower lip. “You’re s-supposed to kill me.” A drop of sweat splashing down on your cheek, “To kill me and maybe you’ll be hah- fuck mine in another universe. But not this one.” It’s like he’s out of control now, “Never this one. You can have anybody else.”
And suddenly you’re having a flashback to just a week prior, to an uncharacteristically solemn Satoru telling you words you should’ve been happy to hear. Quiet, and unassuming. Ones you knew that had you heard them before knowing Suguru, you’d have jumped into his arms - exactly how he hoped you would, the day of his departure.
Chuckling at you being such a “crybaby” about him leaving. After all, this was just meant to be, right?
But no.
Instead, you’re here. Bunching Suguru’s beautiful, glossy hair curtaining the sides of your head, into a ponytail. Difficult - with how he was getting faster. Harder. Just ravaging your hole until you were gaping and breathless.
And yet, arms trembling and limp, you still manage to reveal the boy you fell in love with - the one you could never forget. From the flush on his pretty face, to the twisted, sad curve of his mouth. And the eyes that bore into yours like they were searching for the same thing. Smiling, for the first time since you entered this place, “How could I ever want anyone else, Sugu?”
The hand on your stomach is cupping your adorable face so softly - and it’s hard to believe those hands have killed. Betrayed.
Like they were capable of doing anything but as Suguru swipes the single tear glistening down your cheek, “Still a crybaby, huh, my love?”
And then you cum - and Suguru isn’t too far behind.
It’s just a flash of hot white, tingles running down your spine - all the way to the thick, creamy base soon forming around his wildly twitching cock.
And it’s so good. Too good that all you can do it scream out his name, letting him do anything - and you were glad all he did was fuck you so mercilessly through your high. So violent. Addictive.
Vision blurry, mouth sagging open for Suguru to press intimate little kisses along the corners of your mouth. Whispering sweet praises as your cunt sucks him up so good. So sinfully milking him for everything he’s worth.
Taking in rope after rope of thick cum that warms your gummy walls from the inside, overfilling just enough for it to dribble down into the mat below in an obscene little pool. Smearing down your thighs, his balls. Heavenly.
His heaven.
And in the haze of it all, Suguru imagines that you’ll reach for your knife again, press it back against the curve of his exposed neck. He imagines you’ll laugh in his face, tell him what a great whim this was but you had to get back to your job, turning your back on him as he has done before. He imagines.
But what he gets is your strained, fucked-out little voice, “I missed you, my golden boy.”
A/N. Yes, That Line was inspired by HTTYD. If I had to be hurt, y’all do, too.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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