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[lpetersonwrites]

Okay, so. Around 2019, I realized that I hadn't read a book by an author of color for fun in at least a decade. My school reading lists had been more diverse than average, and I hadn't had a ton of time for leisure reading in high school and college, but the leisure reading I had managed to fit in had only included books by white authors.

When I realized this, it was a big YIKES moment. But staying stuck in shame wasn't going to help the situation, so I did what I try to do as often as possible when I'm experiencing shame: I asked, "What am I going to do about this?" I couldn't change the past. I couldn't go back in time and make sure I read a diverse range of books prior to 2019. But what I could do, and what I have done in the time since, was deliberately seek out books by authors of color.

One of the keys to doing this, as has been pointed out by many other people before now, is to read books in genres and categories you already like. I do think there are times when it's important to learn more about a topic by reading nonfiction, but if your main goal is to diversify your reading list, stick to types of books you know you enjoy, especially at first. If you like horror, find authors of color (or disabled authors, or trans authors, or whatever type of author you're trying to read more of) who write horror. If you hate horror, don't start by reading horror by diverse authors, because you'll probably hate it! There is no one singular book that everyone needs to read to become a good person or whatever. And if you associate reading books by diverse authors with reading genres you hate, that's going to disincentivize you from reading diverse authors. So find a genre you like and read a diverse range of authors within that genre.

Basically, what I'm saying is that I used to be one of the people who would have used tags like the ones screenshotted above. And now I'm not. And if you haven't read any books by Black women, you can start now! Doing better going forward is more effective at fixing the problem than staying stuck in a shame spiral is. Here are some books I've enjoyed that are by Black women, sorted by category, if you'd like a place to start.

Middle Grade Fiction

The Addy series by Connie Porter: This is a six-book series written as a tie-in for the American Girl doll franchise. In the first book, Addy escapes slavery along with her mother, and the series follows their lives as free people in the North. I appreciate the research that went into the book and the way that the books portray slavery as horrific in a way that still considers the age of the intended audience.

I've read three books in the Dear America series that are by Black women, two by Patricia McKissack and one by Joyce Hansen. The titles are A Picture of Freedom: The Diary of Clotee, a Slave Girl; Color Me Dark: The Diary of Nellie Lee Love, The Great Migration North; and I Thought My Soul Would Rise and Fly: The Diary of Patsy, a Freed Girl. I read these books in elementary school, so I don't have super clear memories of them, but I loved the Dear America series to the point where it was my special interest in fifth grade, and I'm really glad that the publisher made sure that books about Black girls were written by Black women. These books were good introductions to some key parts of American history that got glossed over in school, especially the Great Migration.

Young Adult Fiction

Color Me In by Natasha Diaz is about a biracial Black Jewish girl whose Jewish dad just left her Black mom for his white secretary. The protagonist is trying to connect more with her Black cousins and community while also going through the process of preparing for a (late) bat mitzvah. I found the book deeply emotionally resonant.

Little and Lion by Brandy Colbert is also about a Black Jewish girl, but in this case, the protagonist's Black mom married a Jewish man following the death of her husband, and the protagonist and her mom converted after that. The book is largely about the protagonist coming out as bisexual while trying to keep her bipolar stepbrother from destroying his own life. It's really intense but also really well done.

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas is about a Black girl who sees her friend murdered by the cops and has to navigate working for change while processing her grief. This book is also very intense, but it has so many important things to say.

Let's Talk about Love by Claire Kann is about a young, asexual biromantic Black woman who has a summer job at the local library and is falling for her Japanese American coworker while trying to decide what to do with her life. As an asexual biromantic person myself, it was lovely to see that orientation represented, and the story was very sweet.

If It Makes You Happy, also by Claire Kann, is about a young, fat, queer Black woman working at her grandmother's diner for the summer and navigating a queerplatonic relationship with her white ungirlfriend, Kara, while also falling for a charming Black boy named Dallas. It's the first time I've read polyamorous rep in a YA book, and I really enjoyed it. Something I'll say about Claire Kann is that she has a very particular way of writing Black parents and grandparents having high expectations for their children/grandchildren, and that was a harder part of both of her books for me emotionally.

So Many Beginnings by Bethany Morrow is a retelling of Little Women, set in a freedpeople's colony during the Civil War. The book is extremely well researched, and I learned a lot by reading it. It's also a gorgeous tale about family, how different sisters can be, and how many different kinds of dreams are valid.

Adult Fiction

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston is an American classic about a young Black woman in the Jim Crow South growing up, leaving home, falling in love, and encountering hardship. Hurston wrote in the first half of the twentieth century, and she's revered for a reason.

The Thing around Your Neck by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is a short story collection about being Nigerian, both growing up in Nigeria and living as an immigrant in the US. It's poignant and funny, and I found it especially interesting to learn about Nigeria and how the United States looks from a Nigerian woman's perspective.

The Space between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson is a sci-fi novel about a world where there are over 300 Earths in alternate dimensions that are similar enough to travel to, but you can only travel to other Earths if the version of you who's from there is dead, so people who are dead in most dimensions are recruited to work as world-hoppers. The book follows a queer world-hopper who is dead in all but a handful of dimensions as she uncovers and tries to stop a sinister plot. I haven't been giving trigger warnings for most of these books, but this book has a lot of graphic violence, including some graphic intimate partner violence that really got to me, so I figured I should note it. I still think it's worth reading, but bear the violence in mind.

The Binti series by Nnedi Okorafor is an Afro-futuristic sci-fi series about a mathematically gifted girl who survives an alien massacre on her way to the best university in the universe. The series grapples with the interplay of futuristic technology with indigenous African practices and knowledge, as well as cultural prejudice not only between humans and other humans but also between aliens and humans.

Graphic Novels

Check, Please! by Ngozi Ukazu is my first entry on this list with a non-Black protagonist. It follows a gay white Southern college hockey player as he overcomes his PTSD-related block against being checked, bakes a truly ridiculous number of pies, and falls for his anxious bisexual Quebecois captain. It's so sweet and funny and captivating, and although both the leads are white, the ensemble cast is pretty diverse.

Bunt!: Striking Out on Financial Aid, also by Ngozi Ukazu, is a comedy about an art student trying to get a scholarship to cover her tuition by using a long-forgotten rule saying that student athletes on teams that win at least one game in a season get full scholarships. It is, in large part, a commentary on the cost of college and the things people do out of desperation to pay for an education, but it's also funny and romantic.

Memoir

The Days of Rondo by Evelyn Fairbanks is a memoir about growing up in the historically Black Rondo neighborhood in St. Paul, Minnesota, in the decades before the neighborhood was destroyed by freeway construction. I grew up in St. Paul and went to school in Rondo, so this book was an important part of my education about local history and my immediate surroundings.

Dust Tracks on a Road by Zora Neale Hurston is Hurston's autobiography about her life as a writer and anthropologist, growing up in poverty in the rural Jim Crow South, becoming an integral part of the Harlem renaissance, and all the work she did afterward. This is the kind of book that really rewards close reading, and I'm glad that I read it in an International Baccalaureate class that specialized in paying extremely close attention to the text.

You'll Never Believe What Happened to Lacey: Crazy Stories about Racism by Amber Ruffin and Lacey Lamar is a comedy memoir that uses humor to get at the absurd and brazen nature of American racism. Amber Ruffin is a comedian, and she co-wrote the book with and about her sister Lacey Lamar. It's not the only book that I think people should read about racism, but it's an easy place to start.

Becoming by Michelle Obama is Michelle Obama's memoir that begins with her childhood, growing up with her parents and her brother, and continues through her college days at Princeton, her work in Chicago's legal and nonprofit sectors, all the way to her husband, Barack's, political career in Illinois, the US Senate, and the White House. It's extremely well written, and I loved it.

Sociology and/or Religion

The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander is a book about the criminalization of Black folks and the use of incarceration as a means of racial control in the United States. I'm very glad I was assigned to read it in college. It made me look at a lot of things differently, and I wound up doing my senior project on mass incarceration.

Stand Your Ground: Black Bodies and the Justice of God by Kelly Brown Douglas is a book that traces the theological roots of what she calls "stand-your-ground culture"--the idea that white people have a right to be anywhere they want to be, while Black people are potential trespassers everywhere they go--back to ancient Rome and Renaissance England, prior to the British colonization of North America, and then follows that thread through the writings of figures like Thomas Jefferson all the way up to the murder of Trayvon Martin. It's masterful scholarship.

Call to Allyship: Preparing Your Congregation for Leaders of Color, edited by Angela T. !Khabeb, is a book by multiple authors, all of whom are church professionals of color, about how the white congregations they work with can be less racist to them. Angela !Khabeb is another sister of Amber Ruffin and Lacey Lamar, which is an interesting connection. Only some of the chapters in this book are by Black women, but Angela !Khabeb is a Black woman and was the one who pulled the project together and wrote both the introduction and the conclusion, so I'm including it.

hello fellow non-Black tumblr users. welcome to my saw trap. if you'd like to leave, please name one (1) Black woman author who is not Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, bell hooks, Octavia Butler, or N.K. Jemisin. bonus points if she's published a book in the last five years.

[yesihaveaobsession]

alastor (hazbin hotel) x female!reader

Summary: The reader (you) joins Alastor on a mysterious nighttime walk through Hell, witnessing the fear and admiration he stirs while a quiet connection begins to grow between them.

A/N- Alastor fic is out! Hope y'all enjoy! :) ALSO, I'm gonna be trying something that is a Tom Ellis fic so stay tuned!

You weren’t exactly sure what possessed you to say yes. Maybe it was the teasing lilt in his voice, the way his grin seemed to curl just a touch more when he asked, “Care to accompany me on a little outing, my dear?” Or maybe it was pure curiosity. Alastor never explained where he went or what he did when he wandered Hell’s winding streets alone.

Despite others telling you not to go, you naturally agreed.

The moment your arm threaded through his, you noticed it—the subtle shift in the atmosphere. One second, Hell’s usual buzz of noise and chaos surrounded you, the acrid scent of brimstone and burning oil thick in the air, and the next… silence.

Well, almost.

Your heels tapped along the cracked sidewalks as you kept—or at least tried to keep—stride with him, but it was hard to ignore the way people reacted as you passed.

Some stared, wide-eyed and pale, pressing their backs to the walls of buildings like they were trying to disappear into the brick itself. Their eyes flicked nervously from Alastor’s glowing red gaze to the confident way he walked, and some even crossed the street entirely.

Others, though… they flocked.

Demons with radiant smiles and arms outstretched approached him like old friends at a reunion, some even linking arms or falling into step beside him with laughter and fond greetings. One called out, “Mon chéri, you’ve returned!” as if he were royalty. And yet, their voices all held a strange undertone—admiration, yes, but also caution. Like he was fire. Beautiful and warm… right until you got too close.

You glanced up at him. He seemed… content.

Not proud. Not smug. Just content. Like this was exactly how the world should react to him.

“So,” you said quietly, afraid you'd say the wrong thing as you both walked under a flickering streetlamp, the light buzzing faintly like an old radio, “you inspire very mixed feelings.”

Alastor’s grin didn’t falter. “Ah, fear and fascination—the twin flames of respect, wouldn’t you agree?” He turned to look at you, eyes gleaming like embers. “People remember those who leave an impression.”

You hummed. “And which do you prefer?”

He let out a radio-static laugh. Not loud, not manic—just a smooth, rich chuckle that rippled through the air like a warm crackle. “Oh, darling, why not both? A little spark here, a little shiver there—keeps the dance lively, don’t you think?”

He led you into a small courtyard you didn’t even know existed, nestled between two towering buildings. It was eerily quiet—surprisingly so, especially for Hell. No noise but the gentle buzz of old neon signs and the low hum of a distant radio playing a tune from a forgotten decade. The scent of ash and something sweet—maybe caramelized fruit? Hung in the air and it mixing with the faint chill that brushed your skin like a whispered secret.

Alastor plucked a flower growing from the cracked stone and handed it to you with a playful bow. “For my lovely companion. You’ve been delightfully brave tonight.”

You took it, your fingers brushing against his clawed hand. A strange flutter caught your chest, one you didn’t expect to feel tonight. “You make it sound like I followed you into a lion’s den.”

He straightened, smile still sharp. “Have you not?”

His eyes held yours for a beat longer than they needed to. Not threatening. Not soft either. Just… deliberate. Curious. Studying you like he was trying to understand why you weren’t like the others. Why you hadn’t bolted the first chance you got.

You didn’t pull away. You held your ground.

Something in his expression flickered. Just a fraction. Like a radio signal caught between stations—there, and gone. But then he turned again, offering his arm.

“Shall we continue?”

You nodded and looped your arm back through his.

And as you walked deeper into the neon-drenched night, you couldn’t help but feel a warm thrill of something new—a feeling that perhaps you were exactly where you were meant to be.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

One of the most common requests I get is for more Viking!Klaus and I get it, I wish there was more content.

This is for all of the Viking!Klaus requests that I’ve been getting.

He had always been obsessed with her, ever since he was a small boy and he saw her in town for the first time-though the first time he ever talked to her was much more recent. He had been with his father to trade some of the kills they had made, Mikael stopping to talk to her father and leaving them waiting, standing beside each other. He tried to think of something to say, something that would impress her but instead what came out was-

‘Do you like squirrel?’ She looked up at him as he was a good 6 inches taller than her and giggled making him internally kick himself.

‘Honestly I much prefer venison, though there is not many people willing to trade such a thing and my father cannot hunt anymore.’

Niklaus knew that she was referring to her fathers hunting accident. His mother had been the one to try and heal him as best she could but he had broken his back and he never quite got back to normal. They were lucky that Y/n’s mother had only had one child and they were well off-unlike Niklaus’ family that spent all their money on food. Y/n’s mother was a miracle worker in the garden though, she could make anything grow and that’s mostly what they traded.

‘I’ll be on the lookout for a deer just for you next time I’m hunting.’ He promised, seeing her cheeks turn red in a deep blush making him feel proud that he could make.

‘That is very sweet Niklaus…I hope to see you again soon.’ She spoke, bidding him farewell before following her father home just as Mikael handed Niklaus the box of vegetables he had traded her father for.

‘She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she?’ He asked his son who was staring after her dreamily and Mikael could clearly see it. ‘She will make Elijah a very agreeable wife someday.’ He spoke, stopping Niklaus’ feet from moving as all his thoughts were now full of Elijah kissing his girl, Elijah marrying her, stuffing her belly full of his babies…Then again he had a comfort in all of that which stopped his worried and frantic thoughts dead in their tracks…Elijah wanted Tatia.

He has plenty of time to change his fathers mind, especially with Elijah on his side.

It was later that same week that Niklaus awoke before the sun and went out hunting alone. It took him several hours but it was worth it to have found the deer that his girl had said was her favorite.

He got a few strange stares as he made his way through town and towards Y/n’s home where he was greeted by a smiling woman as soon as he knocked.

‘Oh dear! Erik! Please, come right in Niklaus! You must be exhausted.’ Y/n’s father came out from what he assumed was the bedroom in just his pants and Niklaus was instantly put off by how muscular Y/n’s father is. ‘Do you need help taking this to town? We could-‘

‘Oh no, please? This is a gift actually. Y/n mentioned to me that she loves venison but rarely gets to have any. I just wanted to see that she got to have what she was craving…um…okay. I should go, I just wanted to drop this off for you-I hope you enjoy it.’ With that, he was gone, quickly walking down the path back towards his home. He had just realized that if he stayed longer he would have to see Y/n and he was afraid of what she would say…did bringing her the deer seem desperate? He meant it to be sweet, not weird-

‘Niklaus!’ A deep voice called from behind him and he turned to see Y/n’s father, Erik moving as quickly as he could to catch him. ‘I just wanted to thank you. That was very kind of you, to go hunting just for my girl to have what she likes-it’s so rare that anyone trades venison. Here, I want you to have something-‘

‘Oh no, please? It really was just a gift. Y/n…she deserves to have what she likes…I just wanted her to be happy.’ Say what you will about him, Niklaus knew how to manipulate people and he knew that looking like a lovesick puppy dog would lower Erik’s defenses, believing that he was too sweet and in love to have ill intentions-which he didn’t but he didn’t know that.

‘You’re a kind boy Niklaus. Honestly I would normally insist that any boy raised by your father stay away from my Babygirl but…I like you Niklaus. You’re a good boy…why don’t you come and join us for dinner tonight. I would like to get to know you more and I believe Y/n will too-I have promised her that she will be allowed to pick her own husband from the suitors that ask for her but something tells me that you and I are going to be in each others lives for a very long time, son…I’ll see you for dinner tonight.’

‘O-Alright-Thank you!’ He called after him, barely getting any words out at all.

Later that evening Niklaus was pulling on his nice shirt, wanting to look presentable for his future wife during their first meal together. ‘Niklaus? What are you doing wearing that?’

‘Oh, I’m sorry mother. I’m having dinner with Y/n and her family. I gifted her a doe that I caught and her father demanded I come back for dinner.’ His mother looked shocked.

‘Her Father invited you? Erik Invited You?’ Mikael asked suddenly, voice angry and his eyes barely containing the fire that he wanted to spew everywhere, Niklaus was positive. There was a knock on the door just as he answered his father though no one paid attention apart from his mother who went to open it.

‘Y-Yes. He seems to approve of me. I just need to make my intentions to be her husband known to her-‘

‘I’ve told you that Elijah is to be her husband! I have already decided! A girl like that, with a father like that-that strong and wealthy, you could never be worthy of her Boy!’ It was at that moment as he said this that Niklaus actually considered whether or not he was worthy of her.

‘You’re right. I don’t believe anyone could ever be worthy of her…she is perfection-but I will try to be worthy every day that she allows me the opportunity.’

‘That was beautiful.’ A soft voice spoke, shocking Mikael into silence as everyone turned to look and see their mother with Y/n beside her. ‘It’s nice to know how you feel about not only me but your own children that you would marry them off to people that make them unhappy. I would never and will never marry Elijah-no offense Elijah, you’re just not my type-‘

‘None taken.’ He mumbled.

‘Niklaus however, I will marry…when he gets the courage to ask for my hand that is. Anyway, I came over to drop off some potatoes from my mothers garden and to walk back with you. Come on Niklaus, dinner is almost ready and my mother does not stand for lateness when it comes to a meal.’ Y/n held out her hand and he took it instantly, pulling her to his side and leading her out of the house and towards her home. ‘That really was lovely…thank you for defending me. I know how your father can be, and I know you probably shouldn’t have done it-‘

‘I will never permit anyone to speak about you that way…did you mean it?’ He asked and she looked up at him curiously. ‘That you would marry me? You would pick me over every other suitor that asks your father for your hand?’

‘You didn’t ask my father and yet you already have his permission, you want me to choose you and I like that. All the other men that would want me believe that all they need to do is ask my father-Sven has never spoken a single word to me a day in my life and he has the nerve to ask my father to betroth me to him. You had never spoken a word to me either and yet with all of your looks over the years I knew that you liked me from afar-and you still made sure to speak to me and did not ask my father. You brought me a thoughtful gift. You are a good man Niklaus and you have shown over the years that you are a strong man, a strong hunter and a strong warrior. You would make a good husband and a good father-I would choose you over any of my other suitors.’

He was stunned as they arrived to Y/n’s house and he grabbed her arm before she could walk inside. ‘In that case, before we go inside and have dinner with your parents…Y/n…You have my word that I will shelter and protect you for the rest of our lives, as well as whatever children you will give me. I love you so much, and I have for nearly all my life. I have never imagined my future and not pictured you right beside me…would you do me the honor of being my wife?’

She had tears falling from her eyes by the time he was done and he reached up with both hands to wipe the tears from her face. ‘Yes Niklaus. I would love to marry you-I will be a good wife, keep a lovely home, give you and take care of as many children as you want, cook you wonderful meals-I will take care of you as you do me, I promise you.’

Niklaus was touched by her words, the idea of being taken care of-really and truly-for the first time in his life was heart warming and he wanted to marry her right now. Niklaus leaned down and pressed his lips to hers tenderly, pulling away and enjoying her sweet blush just before the door beside them opened. Y/n’s mother rushed out, pulling Niklaus into a tight hug and startling him at how she nearly broke his ribs, she held him so tight.

‘Come in! We must begin planning the wedding immediately! We will announce it tomorrow in town to spread the word.’ Y/n’s mother pulled them both inside though as she pulled Y/n to the table, Erik took him aside and seemed happy to know that he had gotten up the courage to ask her after all-he did doubt Niklaus would be able to get the guts to ask her himself-but he was happily wrong about that.

‘Before the wedding you and I need to discuss her dowry.’ Erik told him and he was shocked by that.

‘Oh no, I don’t want that. I don’t want your money-‘

‘In that case, think of it as a gift to help you start off your life on a good note. You and Y/n can take the house a few minutes into the trees behind our place, it was my brothers place but he and his wife moved a few years ago. You may have to fix it up a bit, we’ll go and take a look at it together tomorrow.’

He was completely floored by this, not having expected anything from him, let alone this. ‘That is very generous. Thank you sir, I appreciate it very much.’

‘I can’t have you putting off the wedding until you could build something yourself-besides, it already has a second bedroom for the kids that my wife is going to expect promptly. I will give you her dowry tomorrow and you can decide what to do with it-‘

‘I will take Y/n to the house and she can decide what we need and we can go into town and get it all. Might as well spend it on the house and what she wants for it.’

‘You’re a good man Niklaus-a smart one too keeping your wife happy already. I will also be giving you a horse-don’t even start arguing. I know your family only has one and it’s your fathers, it’ll be good for you-especially when she’s pregnant, trust me, she won’t want to walk anywhere. I carried my wife everywhere over the last 2 months carrying Y/n.’ Niklaus could see he was teasing but also very much not as he led him back to the table. He had just sat down when a large fluffy red creature jumped up into Y/n’s lap.

‘What is this?’ He asked, leaning over to look at it.

‘This is Loki. He’s a mischievous little beast like his namesake, however Father let me keep him 3 years ago when he realized that he kills all the mice and rats. 3 years and we haven’t seen one mouse…he will be staying with me so get used to him now.’ She warned him and though he was a bit surprised he didn’t mind not having mice in his house-he’d been awoken to them crawling on Rebekah and Kol many times before (both of whom scream like little girls).

‘Okay, I don’t mind so long as he doesn’t bite.’ He said, reaching out slowly and letting the creature smell him before scratching behind his ears.

‘I was just telling Y/n that I kept her old crib, you can take it and you won’t have to find or make a new one.’ Y/n’s mother spoke as soon as they had finished greeting Loki.

‘Mother! Please don’t bring up children with him already!?’ She hissed at her mother but he reached out and took her hand in his own, smiling at her to put her at ease.

‘Why shouldn’t she bring it up? Personally I want to give you a child as soon as possible. You and I are going to go into town tomorrow after we visit the house and you can decide what we need for it that’s not already there.’ He told her and she looked up at him curiously.

‘Oh, I told them that they can have Ivarr’s old place. It’s pretty much furnished and we’ve kept it clean, it’s probably just the roof that will need fixed.’

‘Simple fix, I can have that done quickly, especially if I enlist Elijah’s help. You’ll be baking him a pie when we move in as payment I’m sure.’ He chuckled and he saw Y/n’s face light up in excitement.

‘We’ll go shopping tomorrow? Really?’

‘Of course.’

‘Well if we’re getting up early to go look at the house then Niklaus should probably just stay here tonight.’ Y/n suggested, looking up at her mom, practically begging and her mother smiled.

‘You’re always welcome here, Niklaus. Y/n will show you where you can sleep after dinner.’ Y/n and her mother began talking about things that they would need to get as Erik leaned over beside him.

‘If you try and back out of this marriage after you stay in my daughters bed I will hunt you, skin you, and sell you to people in town and tell them it’s pork…are we clear?’ Niklaus could only smile at that, he had no plans of backing out of the marriage but he respected Erik for his creative threat.

‘Crystal clear, sir.’

Later that night Niklaus took Y/n’s hand and allowed her to lead him into the back room that was clearly her bedroom. ‘It’s so spacious…I share a room with all of my siblings. It will be the first time I don’t sleep cramped between Rebekah and Kol-who snores like a growling grizzly bear.’ She giggled at his half joke before closing her door and pulling him towards her bed. ‘We can just sleep Y/n, I never want you to feel pressured to do anything. I will always take care of you.’ He assured her making her smile widely before she tugged him into the bed, pressing her lips to his as she untied the front of her dress.

‘I will never do anything that I’m not comfortable with, I promise. Now, I want to get started on building that family we talked about.’ She tempted, pulling her dress off her shoulders and down her back exposing her chest to him for the first time. He had seen naked women before, having gone with Elijah and Finnick to the creek and watched several different girls undress-however he had never seen breasts up close before.

‘You are beautiful my love, simply gorgeous!’ He wasted no time in yanking his shirt off and pressing her back to lay down where he finally got his lips and hands on her perfect breasts that he has been desperate for for years.

‘Oh! Oh Gods-Niklaus! Don’t stop-Please don’t stop?’ She begged but she didn’t need to, nothing on this Earth could make him stop. Eventually he pressed his lips between her breasts and down her chest and belly, pulling her dress down her legs and spreading them apart for him.

He didn’t waste a single moment before shoving his face between her thighs, her taste exploding on his tongue as her fingers tangled into his hair. He could see that her mouth was open but no sound came out as he pushed 2 fingers into her tight hole-and fuck was she tight-and hot. Just the thought of her tight, wet cunt wrapped around his cock was enough to make him cum in his pants-pants that she dragged off of him after pulling him back up to her. ‘When we’re in our own home I’m going to spend hours tasting this sweet pussy!’ He swore as she flipped them over and straddled his waist, pulling her dress the rest of the way off and pressing his cock against her wet slit and enjoying the groan that came from his throat.

‘It’s bigger than I expected.’ She admitted as she sat back and looked at his cock for the first time which he felt should have made him self conscious but Y/n never made him feel like that.

‘Really? What did you expect?’ He knew she had probably never seen a naked man in her life and he couldn’t imagine what she pictured in her head.

‘I don’t know, just…smaller I guess?’ She shrugged, reaching out and taking it into her hand and Fuck if her soft hand didn’t feel 10x better than his own.

‘It’s-ah-It’s smaller when-when I don’t have my gorgeous, naked fiancée on top of me. Fuck! Please love…fuck!’ She looked up at him, tilting her head a bit as she saw how frustrated he seemed.

‘Would you like me to suck on it?’ His jaw dropped at the question, the very idea of her putting her lips around his cock was practically enough to get him there without ever being touched.

‘I want that-Fuck! I want that so much-but right now I need to be inside you…if you’ll let me.’ She rolled her eyes, clearly believing him an idiot if he thought she would say “no” now.

‘Just be gentle the first time, yeah?’ She asked, allowing him to turn them both over, Klaus pulling her legs up around his hips and pressing his cock against her cunt-her tight heat enveloping him instantly and prompting his eyes to roll back in his head.

‘Oh fuck! I would never hurt you, Love. Not ever-oh my Gods! So fucking tight on me!’ He groaned, pulling his hips back and thrusting up into her completely.

‘Ah!’ She squealed, Niklaus freezing his movements as she did.

‘Take your time, it’s alright. I won’t move, just relax.’ He tried to help comfort her, kissing her lips sweetly before kissing up her jaw and down her neck. It seemed to work as her body began to relax against his giving him the chance to move once more though he waited, running his fingers through her hair gently until she nodded her head and he knew he could move.

‘Oh Gods, Niklaus!’ He felt like a God every time she said his name like that. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to finish, her cunt was squeezing him deliciously and it was so warm on him he briefly thought it should be burning his skin but in the best way possible.

He pulled her legs up more to give his hips more leverage to thrust down into her and as he did he could see how hard she was trying to keep quiet. ‘Can’t wait to get you to our new home, you can be as loud as you want my love! You’re gonna cum for me like a good girl, come on now precious!’ And she did just as he asked, squeezing the fuck out of his cock in a way that should have hurt with how tight she was but it felt like the most lovely vice grip there was in the world and he couldn’t have held back if he tried. He pressed his face between her breasts to suppress any noises he could make and by the time he had calmed down he could feel his soon to be wife running her fingers through his hair and humming softly. It was very soothing and he couldn’t help but think about how good of a mother she would be.

He moved up beside her and pulled her back to his chest so that he could hold her all night.

‘I still want to suck your cock for you.’ She mumbled and he growled. ‘After you fix the roof, it can be your reward.’

‘You’re trying to kill me…fuck love! Sleep now, I’ll take care of everything tomorrow.’ He promised, kissing her head and snuggling up with her in his arms as she pulled the large fur pelt over them and he had to admit, it was the warmest he’d ever felt-swearing to himself that his children would never grow up like he did-they would be warm and well fed. He would be a good father and husband-he would be everything that his father wasn’t.

‘You stayed the night…you have to tell us, come on!’ Kol insisted though Niklaus just rolled his eyes.

‘Did you stay in her bed?’ Elijah asked, less intensely than Kol did and Niklaus sighed.

‘I did, yes. She is to be my wife, we are engaged, we have a house waiting for us. Why should we not sleep in the same bed? Besides, staying with my wife gets me off of the floor and away from Kol’s snoring. She snores too but it’s a cute little snore that’s so quiet and adorable.’

‘So, you’re staying there from now on?’ He nodded his head.

‘Yes, I am going to stay with my wife from now on. Besides, her mother is very intent on having a grandchild as soon as physically possible.’

‘So you are fucking her! What was she like? Come on, every guy in this town has dreamt about fucking that pussy, you have to tell me-‘ Kol was suddenly cut off as his older brother punched him as hard as he could.

‘Don’t you ever talk about my wife like that again! Ever!’ He snapped, Kol holding his nose that was now bleeding.

‘Wow. I must say, I enjoy seeing my son in law defending my baby. Good job, Sweetheart.’ Niklaus turned to see Y/n’s mother behind them heading towards their house.

‘Thank you…where are you headed? I’ll walk with you-‘

‘Oh, come now. Don’t trouble yourself sweetheart, you just focus on fixing that roof. I’m just going to see your mother.’ He didn’t like the idea of his mother in law going to see his parents alone.

‘I’ll come with you. I don’t like the idea of you going alone, my father can be a bit condescending to women so-‘

‘Don’t worry yourself son she won’t be alone. Like I would leave one of my girls alone with your father.’ Y/n’s father joked stepping up beside her and Niklaus couldn’t help his slight smile at that. He wasn’t wrong, Niklaus wouldn’t leave Y/n alone with Mikael under any circumstances.

‘Alright. Elijah and I are going to go and fix that roof now, it shouldn’t take us long. It’s not too bad, just a few spots I want reinforced for winter. We got most everything else moved in that we needed to so it will be done before the wedding.’ He explained, her father patting his back as they continued towards his old home. ‘She offered to put her mouth on my cock.’ He spoke casually to his brothers as he picked up the wood they’d gathered and headed to the house.

‘I’m sorry…offered? As in…you said No?!’ Kol exclaimed, clearly in shock.

‘No, as in I was a bit more preoccupied in fucking my soon to be wife but I will be taking her up on it when we finish the house.’

‘You have to come back and tell me all about it.’ Elijah spoke quietly, leaving Kol out knowing he’d never be able to keep his mouth shut.

‘Of course. She’s promised you a pie for helping me with the roof, as soon as we move in. We can talk when I deliver it.’ He grinned, Elijah bumping into his little brothers side playfully. Something about getting married and experiencing these things before Elijah filled him with glee…and he knew it made both of them jealous so that was even better.

It only took a few hours for Niklaus and Elijah to finish the roof and as his brother left, he walked back to Y/n’s home and led her down the path that he had made clearer for people to find the place.

‘Wow! It looks so much better! No more holes in the roof!’ She grinned, looking up at the top of the house.

‘I reinforced most of it so that there won’t be any problems in the winter. There’s a few more things I want to do but I have plenty of time after we move in. Also…’ he took her hand and led her into the house where a table and 4 chairs sat on the far side that he’d cleaned up as well as a large comfortable chair with a footstool that he’d gotten for her from a local wood worker so she could sit up and be comfortable while she’s pregnant. He led her into the larger bedroom and presented her with a large, comfortable looking pile of blankets and furs.

‘This is amazing Niklaus! You really fixed it all up…and I do believe I made you a promise when you finished the roof…’ she didn’t need to say anything else as his cock was awake and ready almost instantly.

‘You’re going to be the death of me.’ He breathed as she pushed him back onto the furs and knelt in front of him.

‘Oh, I think we have plenty of time before that happens. Now, let’s see how long it takes to make you cum, hmm?’

‘Gods, I love you!’

The wedding went off without any problems (which knowing his father was shocking) but the party went well into the night and eventually Niklaus and Y/n abandoned it to officially move into their new home where they stayed for nearly a week before venturing out into the world again.

Niklaus kept his word to Y/n’s mother and gave her a grandson and granddaughter almost immediately-twins for her to spoil rotten-and she did just that. Her parents often kept them, turning Y/n’s old bedroom into a room for the grandkids whenever the couple needed some alone time.

They spent the rest of their lives like that, Y/n’s parents even taking care of Elijah and Tatia’s kids as if they were their own grandkids since Mikael and Esther were terrible grandparents. They were their own happy little family in the end with 5 kids and 3 nieces and nephews.

It was all as perfect as Niklaus could have ever hoped for.

Klaus M. Masterlist

[momomogos]

Momo!

I adore your art style, can you give us a peek into your process?

-Sin xoxo

You know what? We got married~~❤❤

Dear Sin, you asking this question is about the same as proposing to me, and I've been waiting too long for someone to ask me that question!

Oh! Darling!

I burned all my art! Just to explain it to you!

<3

(just kidding xdddd)

(I just wanted to do a little doodle for your sona, it's a mo-bunny honor to be on a piece of paper with a beauty❤)

ok let's gooooo!!!!!

00 Introduction. First of all I must say that I haven't experienced professional art training (this is one of my most inferior and worrying points), and I don't want to say anything misleading, because for me painting is just like a blender …… I don't know what happened or what it looked like in the end, anyway, I just added all kinds of materials and ….. And then that's it? But for the sake of your question, I'll try to analyze how I render …… Hope this helps <3

01 Thoughts I have an interesting idea for a pic design that I have to get off my chest:

1.visualize the character you want to draw as a ball. 2.Put this ball into a scene and put more interesting decorations next to your ball. 3.Add lighting 4.Take a picture Then you get a lovely piece of art!

Use star's @achelstar sona illustration as an example!

Basic (putting the ball in the frame): composition - outlining - applying basic colors

(OH yes, she's my wife too, I love her sona designs, and I know everyone loves a beautiful girl's thighs, so I thought this would be a good example!)

Just like making 3d animation/3d posters/new media interactive art, and just like photography, having all the constituent elements and then thinking about the distribution of the image is like putting together blocks on paper. Just think about the desired 'building block elements' and then place them together!

Continue: add lighting, primary lighting (left side illumination) - secondary lighting (warm light, cold light, enhancement of three-dimensional forms) - enrichment of textures (mapping of clothing/texturing of hair and skin)

Finally: add scene compositing - take a picture!

And then it's over, just like when we all went to the photo studio to take pictures when we were kids. The difference is only that the conceptualization of the camera focal length and perspective angle is placed in the first two steps to conceptualize the scene environment, instead of thinking about how to adjust the white balance and focal length of the camera at the end of the process

02 Small additions Add more step-by-step diagrams here! Using @helpmeimawkwardbutfun Awkward's moon as an example:

In the pre-conceptualization phase, I will simply calculate a perspective angle (it doesn't matter if it's wrong, as long as it looks good! The human brain is not a machine, it can't calculate extremely accurate results, so just follow your own preferences in this regard!)

Tips-1: excel at collage!

Cropping of photos ….. Whatever, think of everything visible to the naked eye as 'building blocks'! Put them together!

Like the crystals around moon …. It's actually all photos, which I did a simple composite of, and Star's background is also a composite of photo material. Of course this is the speculative approach! If you want to practice the basics, practice the square and the sense of volume ….. It's better to start from 0 facing a blank paper!

Tips-2: Rich light effects!

Much like movie light effects, why are they always so fascinating? There's a lot I'd like to share about this, but I'll say a little less here XD It's the same with building up a sense of light in an image, one primary light source plus endless secondary lights ……. If you're not inspired, look at movies and think about their lighting, and by the way, think about what you want the viewer to see most in an image.

Using my attack on Bilo's painting as an example, I added a point light (soft light) to the right front of the character, then gave the character a small side and back back light that shines on the character from a low point up to illuminate Bilo's beautiful blue hair, then added the glowing star (strong light) which has a distance difference from the hand that is covering it, and from my (the camera's) point of view Bilo's hand is the foreground, the star is the mid-ground, the Bilo's body is the back view. All the stars are backlit (strong light) for the hand and positive light for Bilo's body ………

@fatchicken2 You asked me about this last time, but I was dictating and I don't think I explained it well enough, so I'll put a more detailed explanation here<3

03 MO's muttering

Just some process sharing XD I

hope it brings you some inspiration~ Dear Sin, I love your writing and your art! I hope you always feel happy for creating! We can get divorced now if you wantXD My sugar-mama is calling me home, she's taking me out for a walk!

[jackofallrabbits]

For "Signs of life" My God... You are an outstanding author my dear! Everytime I read a chapter from you I think you've outdone yourself and that was the peak of the story, and then you go and do it again in the next chapter! You are full of an amazing talent a dedications. I find myself completely pulled into your world everytime I reade it.

The construction. The world building.  The atmosphere.  The dialogue. Everything is marvellous. How you can touch on the delicate subjects and implore twisted and deep characters is mesmerising.

How smoothly you continued Eclipse's character in this book is astonishing. No wiping away previous crimes or rewriting character to gather the attention of the public. You kept him, reading this book and every interaction with other characters I could clearly see the being we met in the previous book, but I still rooted for him.

His dynamic with each character is fantastic.  I love him and Doc, they are made for each other. So synchronised together like two gears that need each other to move. The emotions were running high, and, oh my, did you deliver. I can't count how many times I have hold my breath during this chapter. The predator aexlipse has become during the search for his light is just delicious. The misunderstanding, and confusion from our trio - followed up by the body chilling realisation. 

I loved how after all - even if he won't admit it - Eclipse took after Doc a little.  May be only to not hurt Doc but he didn't injure Sun (beyond a few bruises)

And My Gosh how flamboyant is this man: The way he speaks, carries himself just about power and grace. His little request to wearing heels got me smiling. I marvel at how you can swiftly go from gut clenching scene to a sweet banter. It's so well placed. The dynamic at the end? Marvellous. I couldn't believe I could smell frenemies dynamic between this group.

I keep checking how is it possible I can read this masterpiece for free. How you worked things out was fenomenal. Everything felt just right and I can't believe how talented and fun you are. I am sorry, but I just finished the chapter and had to write down my feelings.

I want to marvel more about this masterpiece, it's the middle of the night for me but I had to stay up and read it as soon as possible. The dialogues are just amazing, the whole ordeal was grand.

As for my live language I made some memes. I hope my sleep deprived mind didn't trick me and they are actually good haha

Again I love this chapter with my whole heart (hell, I love all of your series) thank you such for writing this ❤️

Sassy Eclipse x Straightforward Doc my beloved

OOOH BABYCAKES THANK YOU SO MUCH! I can't really put into words how I feel about this because you're being so immeasurably sweet right now and the only thing that I can think to say is THANK YOU!

One of the things about Signs of Life to me was keeping Eclipse's character intact. He had to be the same horrible guy from Sources of Light but how was I going to keep the integrity of his character and make him redeemable? And that's how this story comes into being. There's a lot of things happening that keeps Eclipse the same but makes him different at the same time. Afton of course having enough power over even someone like Eclipse and treating him as horribly as he treated others in the past. But the most important factor is Doc. Everything about them makes Eclipse love them so much.

Because I loved everything about Sources of Light Eclipse, I couldn't rewrite parts of him just to make a story make sense. But crushing him down and then giving him someone who loves him unconditionally changes little parts of him.

And no matter what happens to that man he is still egotistical and flamboyant. He really is such a theater kid!

Eclipse would never admit it but Doc has softened him. He doesn't care about getting his revenge as long as he can have his light back. They are literally the light in his world, making everything brighter and better.

THE MEMES!!! EHEHEHE I LOVE THESE THEY'RE SO SILLY!! THE GRU ONE ESPECIALLY!

[farcryedits]

The Seed Family and Their Colors

I hope this makes sense, and if you believe I missed something or if you disagree with my choices, please let me know! 🤗

❇︎ ~ 1. Colors we associate them with.

Jacob, John, and Faith all have distinct colors that we associate with them.

Jacob - Red

John - Blue

Faith - Green

Joseph does not, at least not in the same way as the others. This is because he’s all of them. He’s the “puppeteer.” He’s the leader and [basically] makes them to do the things they do. (to an extent)

Let’s talk about these colors first.

❇︎

Red is known to symbolize some of the following things:

Strength

Energy

Passion

Danger

Anger

Love

Seduction

Jacob has all of these traits and is known for many of them.

Through Jacob’s trials, you have to prove your strength. The trials are known for being dangerous, and hard. Only the worthy pass them. He managed to manipulate (”seduce”) the Deputy into killing Eli with the help of these trials.

Jacob is doing this mostly because of his love for Joseph, and not simply because he believes Joseph is telling the truth about talking to God. (as he tells us in his dying cut scene)

But he also does it because he’s passionate about proving his point: Weak vs Strong.

He’s intense, scary. And he’s angry at the world because it is weak, while he is supposed to be the embodiment of “strong.”

(stay with me!)

❇︎

Blue is known to symbolize some of the following things:

Confidence

Loyalty

Trust

Success

Purpose

Stability

Authority

Depression

Sadness

John is known for many of these, too. But perhaps not in the way you think.

(John, stable? ;) )

Outwardly, John is confident. He is the embodiment of success (at least in his own eyes, and compared to his two brothers)

His role in Eden’s Gate is basically to introduce you to it, but also prepare you for it. (by making you atone for your sins, and cleansing you of them) You trust him with your life; your secrets, because he has promised you peace.

As mentioned before; in his life, he did succeed more than his brothers. He managed to rise to the top, become a great lawyer, and gain a fortune. Which also proved his intelligence. He appeared at the top. (compared to Jacob, who was discharged from the army, suffering from PTSD and remaining a shell of the person he used to be. And Joseph, who spent most of his adulthood looking for his brothers, not staying in places for long due to this. Who also lost his wife and daughter.)

But the same cannot be said about John on the inside. He tried to hide it, but he was affected by his childhood and the trauma he got from both the Seeds and Duncans. This, in turn, introduced him to the addiction to drugs and sex - unhealthy coping mechanisms.

He was “saved” by Joseph, but he was still trapped.

All he wants to do is prove to Joseph that he is good and that he does things because he loves him, but it is not accepted with open arms by Joseph. This, in turn, makes him sad.

Is John stable? No, but he was given some sort of stability from Joseph, who “keeps him in check.”

But not only that, he also provides some sort of stability for the members of Eden’s Gate. (even though, it’s kind of fucked up.)

He was given a new purpose by Joseph, one that he holds very dear.

❇︎

Green is known to symbolize some of the following:

Nature

Growth

Hope

Life

Poison

Envy

Harmony

Jealousy

Guilt

Peaceful

This explains Faith’s purpose,

Faith, meaning the role. And in turn, the personality she is supposed to have, and the things she is supposed to do.

The green color is the color of the Bliss.

The bliss signifies something that is supposed to “help” the members of Eden’s Gate.

It is supposed to bring peace; supposed to give you hope. It helps you grow, and become the person you are supposed to be. (in their eyes)

It is supposed to show you the life you can be given.

But it is actually a poison.

It controls you and weakens you. Too much of it can turn you into an angel…

Meaning, it kills your soul.

Faith is supposed to be a woman who will give you hope, and faith in Joseph.

But it almost always turns the woman “envious”

Envious of the life that was stolen from them.

❇︎ ~ 2. The Colors they wear are the colors of their true self and their purpose. (or so, I believe)

❇︎

Jacob wears a camouflage military jacket, which tells us he was a veteran who fought in war. But I think it also tells us a little about him.

He camouflages; he hides his true feelings behind a bold exterior. Because he has always been seen as strong, by his brothers and others. While inside, he believes the opposite.

His grey shirt also tells us about him.

The color grey is known to symbolize some of the following:

Neutral

Logical

Practical

Reserved

Sad

Conservative

Jacob is neutral on Joseph’s cause, meaning, he doesn't care if Joseph is telling the truth or not, but he follows him, and does what he says because he loves him.

Throughout his life, he has shown us that he is logical and practical. Taking a lot of inspiration from the past, and nature: what it does to our bodies, and how we can survive. Most of his actions are done because of logical explanations (at least, to him)

He’s reserved; showing us only what he wants us to see. But he is also quite conservative, and by that I mean; he wants us to go back to our past, when we weren't as dependent on technology. When we were truly surviving, and not just living. (living the so-called “easy life.”)

He wears dirty, well-worn blue jeans. Telling us he doesn't really care about his appearance. But also, if we look at what the color can symbolize, that he has trust for those he loves. And that he is intelligent.

(quite a stretch; but remember what blue could symbolize! ;) )

❇︎

John’s blue shirt symbolizes the points I made earlier: he’s intelligent, trusting, loyal, and depressed. (To recap it)

But the rest of his clothing is black.

Black usually symbolizes things such as:

Power

Mystery

Elegance

Prestige

Sinister

Evil

Death

John is powerful, and he likes it. He likes the idea of torture; he’s quite sadistic and enjoys inflicting pain on his followers. (and himself)

But he is elegant, or rather; he wants to appear elegant, powerful, and successful. While truly, he is quite sinister, and in a lot of cases, pretty ‘evil.’

There is also a mystery to him. He is a lot of things. You never really know what he wants, or why he does the things he does.

❇︎

Faith wears a white dress with pink flowers.

She is the only character I believe Ubisoft had reasons for putting her in these clothes specifically.

White is known for:

Purity

Innocence

Honesty

Goodness

Faith

It is also, in a lot of cultures, the color of the bride.

Pink symbolizes:

Romance (romantic)

Femininity

Innocence

Youth

Softness

Faith is supposed to appear as an innocent girl. She is supposed to bring peace and purity to Eden’s Gate.

And she kind of is, for the most part.

Rachel is soft spoken and easily brings you in. You listen to her, and you like her. She appears quite youthful, and feminine. And also very innocent.

This, in turn, causes most players to feel sympathy for her, and feel bad for her. (whereas they usually meet the brothers with disdain and dislike, while they have suffered just as much abuse as Rachel.)

She’s manipulative, yes, but she does a lot of the things she does because Joseph tells her to. (It’s her “purpose”)

She tells us she was drugged and threatened to join Eden’s Gate. And the “Collapse” DLC hints that this might actually be the case. (which I believe)

Tracey describes her as being naive; someone who agreed with people just to keep the peace.

The green in her dress symbolizes the bliss. But perhaps also the hope she had in Joseph when she joined, and perhaps also the loyalty she has for people, despite their true intentions.

The gold in her dress might symbolize some things, too.

Gold is known to symbolize:

Prosperity

Optimism

Influence

Success

Pretentious

The gold is not very apparent, and I’d say the same for these traits in her.

She is supposed to bring prosperity to the members of Eden’s Gate. Her influence on Eden's Gate is profound. And without her bliss, they wouldn't have been as successful as they were.

She is also quite optimistic, always trying to see the good in people, and Deputy. Despite being proven otherwise.

❇︎

Last, but not least; Joseph.

Joseph wears mostly black, but has a white shirt underneath.

His white shirt represents what Joseph and his followers believe he is; the bringer of peace.

He brings peace and purity to the world. He appears, to his followers, as a person of good nature, who brings hope to a better life.

But in truth, he is empty. (which white also symbolizes)

His black clothing signifies his true nature.

He is powerful. He is the leader of Eden’s Gate and can command them to do whatever he wants. And therefore, he has great authority.

But his hand brings death, and he is much more sinister than his followers claim him to be.

Buuuut, he is also broken.

His yellow glasses also tell us about him.

Yellow typically means:

Happy

Optimistic

Friendliness

Energy

Caution

Intellect

Fear

Joseph appears friendly and has no problem gaining people who trust him. He is supposed to be everyone’s friend; the one you can turn to, the one who can save you.

But he sees the world through his yellow glasses; he is cautious of people’s true nature, which causes him to be afraid. Most things happening in Eden’s Gate are not things Joseph does, but things he orders.

While he seems pessimistic with his approach, he is optimistic it will work, and he is happy with what he’s doing - because he believes he is helping.

❇︎ ~ the end

This was just a fun little analysis of the characters and their actions. I know Ubisoft didn't dress them in these colors to tell us who they are, but I thought it was fun how the colors do show us who they are, to an extent! So, yes, overdone by me, perhaps!

And sorry for any potential grammatical errors, English isn't my first language ❤︎

But.. Do you agree, or disagree with my points? Please let me know! 🙌

[casualavocados]

Learn from who? Learn from you?

Chen Bowen as CHEN YI & Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

tragically the zoo is not returning my emails about a hyena themed proposal to my boyfriend which is incredibly unfair if you ask me because i specifically clarified i wasnt even going to ask to touch the hyenas and that i enjoy having bones and that should have been really reassuring! i even added "not a joke!" to the intro of the email! but who knows maybe they're just very busy or dont check their emails, emails arent very fun to check. but mine would be, honest, its a very fun email :( please trust me zoo animal handlers

[luvuomi]

there is no greater joy i experience then when i receive completed commissions from artists🤍 i genuinely sit and take a moment to stare at the finished product like:

[ashes-in-a-jar]

.

[problemcore]

small minor-spoilery talk of deltarune chapter 3 in the tags

[vulpinesaint]

talking the way that i do (metric ton of endearments in every sentence) is so silly and so inconvenient in daily life. like man you can't be calling this girl you've spoken to exactly one time in class "my darling" as you're coordinating this project over text. rewrite that message. you're going to make people uncomfortable 😭

[obi-waankenobi]

I'm currently thinking about @unexpectederawhilesubmitting's post about the Time Loop Doctors, and as much I'm not 100% on board with how it was executed, or with what RTD's doing overall, I think I like this. I think I can live with this.

Because... who hasn't wanted to be Fifteen? Who hasn't wanted to go up to a past version of themselves and say "Hey, I know you. I see you. I love you. And I can promise that this will be better. This will pass, and things will be good again."

And who hasn't wanted to be Fourteen? Who hasn't wanted a future version of themselves from five, ten, twenty years in the future to hug them and say, "It's okay. It hurts, but it will be worth it. You will survive and you'll be better than ever. You will be brilliant, you will be fantastic, and everything will be okay."

Nobody is harder on the Doctor than himself. And honest to god I think hearing from himself that it's going to be okay is what helps heal him. Even if he forgets it on the surface (because Time Lords can't remember meeting themselves), I like to think that gives him a deep-set comfort, a bone-clenching feeling of peace, that allows him to move on.

[tonycries]

We Neva Play!

Synopsis. Turns out, the “r” in rivals stands for “really good séx” when a mission becomes a little too hot to handle.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rivals-to-lovers, séx pollen, innappropríate use of jujutsu (like a LOT), pússydrunk Gojo, limitless, both are teachers, creampíes, oraI (fem), síxty-nine, banter, breaking the bed, FÉRAL Gojo, pússy-slappíng, BRÉEDING, spítting, reader’s CT mentioned, Yaga’s had enough, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 6.3k (cries)

A/N. Lacked Gojo in the manga so I present to you more Gojo <3

“Gojo, I will kill you before that curse can-”

“Aw, man!‘ Yuji whines over Nobara’s cackles, reluctantly slapping a few thousand yen onto her outstretched palm. He thuds his head frustratedly against the cool vending machine they were crouched behind, “That was rigged!”

The girl scoffs, counting her hard-earned winnings victoriously, “I told you they wouldn’t even make it until the school gates before fighting. It’s not rigged, it’s common sense - not that you’d know anything about it.” Satisfied, she sneaks a look over the side of the machine at the shrinking backs of you and a too-happy Gojo Satoru. “Besides, we’ll get a rematch soon enough. My money’s on her, double or nothin’.” 

“You really think they’ll kill each other before the mission is over?” Yuji muses, eyes locked on Gojo’s infamous smirk - only widening the closer he drives you dangerously towards an aneurysm. “I bet-”

“No.” Megumi’s deadpan interruption startles them both. And as much as he’d like to pretend he wasn’t cramped with the two idiots stalking their squabbling teachers, he unfortunately, very much, was. “I bet ten thousand yen they kill each other before the mission is over. Or worse - end up dating.”

---

“A love hotel.”

“A love hotel~” Gojo echoes, with a hand clutching faintly at his chest. Swooning over you with each word, “Now, usually you’d have to take me out to dinner first, but for you I will make an except- mmpf-”

Now, Gojo knew he could’ve easily blocked your attack - hell, he didn’t even have to bat an eye to activate limitless. But where was the fun in that? Giving into your elbow digging sharply into his side, he’s only cackling at your venomous words, “I could take down both you and those special grades, y’know?”

“Oh yeah?” he hooks a long finger underneath his blindfold, showing off that infuriating wiggle of his snowy brows. “If you’re so great, then why did Yaga have you assigned with me, pretty girl?”

You sigh, rubbing your throbbing temples, “Only because someone-” And oh, if he had the most renowned eyes in all of jujutsu, then you had the most withering glare. “-completely skipped out on his last mission to stuff his face with sweets, n’ now I’m wasting my time babysitting. So this time, I’m in charge.”

Ah, a woman after his heart - in more ways than one, for sure. 

“Yes, ma’am~” 

Dramatically, he mimics the zipping of his lips shut, readily following you towards the flashy building standing out amongst the bustling Tokyo street. Walls painted such a suggestive pink, neon lights flickering special discounts at passersby - it would have almost been scandalous to be caught outside such an obvious love hotel such as this - if it hadn’t been for the mission, that is. 

“Didn’t think our first date would be at a love hotel.” he chuckles as soon as you reach the gaudy, perfumed reception. And that flickering, wide-eyed stare of the woman behind the counter is enough for Gojo to prattle on, “Now, tell me what room you want, honey-” Throwing an arm around your shoulder, you’re pressed helplessly against his toned front. “-they’ve got candy-themed, anime-themed- oh, they’ve even got a train station-”

“Best to keep our train station fantasies to ourselves-” You simper, subtly stepping on his foot with your own, but that only topples you against him. Instantly, another strong arm snakes around your waist to support your weight, as if second nature, “-isn’t that right, dear?”

And you swear, you could spot a tiny dimple when the ends of his mouth curl even wider into a saccharine sweet grin. “If my memory serves me right, you were the one that dragged me here. Isn’t that right, dear?”

Shivers run down your spine - ones he runs the soft, rounded pads of his fingers up and down along. You’re sure you looked like a disgustingly loving couple to the poor lady working at the counter. And to put her out of her misery, if anything, you recite, “A-anyways- apologies. Room 143, please.” Managing to plaster on a weak smile, it only falls flat when the receptionist hands you your key - and two complimentary condoms along with it. “I- uh- thank you?”

And it’s all you can do to not just shove off the 6’3 thorn at your side when he steers the two of you to the elevator with a disbelieving, “Only two?” 

Though, you’re sure it wouldn’t do much against him, anyway. It never has - because ever since you’d stepped foot through Jujutsu High’s towering gates as its newest teacher, Gojo Satoru seemed to make it his mission in life to get on each and every single one of your nerves. The only mission he’d willingly do, mind you. Insisting on interrupting your classes, hiding you little sweets in your office, pushing your buttons in front of-

“Well, that went as inconspicuous as ever.” Gojo hums, reeling you out of your little reverie. “Of course, it did, thanks to me.”

“‘Inconspicuous’ my ass.” you groan, hastily punching in the ground number for your room. Yaga had said that the veil was already completed around the entirety of the curse-infested floor by now, good - the faster you could get away from Gojo, the more intact your sanity would be. “If it wasn’t for me smoothing things over, she’d be filing a complaint against the sleazy man in a bad Kakashi cosplay at this very moment.”

“Hey! I didn’t see you putting on any Oscar-worthy performances. And my Kakashi cosplay is gre-”

DING!

The elevator doors open to a seemingly normal, barren hallway - not a hair or person out of place - though, you knew better. And as much of a fool as Gojo acted, he did, too. 

His steady arm drops from your side when you stretch out your limbs in preparation - shit, you forgot it was still there. “Watch and learn, Gojo.” you hum.

“Hell yeah, I’m watching.” 

A beat of silence. Two. 

With his thick blindfold, Gojo’s expression was almost indescribable - but your skin prickles with the slow, sultry sweep of his eyes down your figure. But before you can snap back at his loaded tone, it happens- “Don’t fall behind, sweetheart.”

Curses burst out of the fourteen heavy, wooden doors along the narrow corridor - some small, some big, all crushed easily under the power of your cursed technique. And neither of you had to utter a word to know you’d both be trying to best the other. 

You’ve got one slobbering mess of a curse trapped underneath your heel, locked in combat when Gojo calls out from somewhere across the hallway. “Still stuck on that grade one?” Your jaw ticks, pressing the curses face deeper into the carpeted floor of the bedroom, “I’ve already located one of two special grades- better keep up.”

Fuck, curse him and his six eyes. 

Not wasting any more time, you easily exorcize the remaining curse, feet carrying you door after door. Most of the infestation had been cleared out by now by the both of you, splatters of red and limbs lining along the hallway - you only felt bad for Ichiji having to organize a clean-up after this. 

The next time you saw Gojo’s flash of cerulean eyes was from outside another bedroom. Goading, “Heh, need a little help, Gojo?” 

“Oh fuck-” he wraps two arms around the special grade’s flowered horns. Powerful legs bowed, cloudy hair mussed, blindfold dangling somewhere around his neck - he was beautiful. And it was fleeting moments like this that you held an ounce of begrudging respect for him. Ripping those offending appendages, “-off. Roughed up the other special grade for ya since you were so slow, sweetheart - consider it a lil’ gift for this date.”

“Oh, fuck you-”

In the midst of it all, Gojo still manages to flutter his long lashes your way, “Well, we are in a love hotel, after all. Just say so if you wanna get those pretty hands on me.”

“I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last person on Earth, Gojo Satoru.”

His loud bout of laughter follows you to the final hotel room - 143, coincidentally. It was decadent, almost-spotless - had it not been for the towering curse hunched over in the middle. You could tell that Gojo had been here, because its pink, scale-like skin was already bruised.

You slam the door shut behind you, better to keep the property damage to a minimum. Hastily getting into action - it wasn’t anything new, after years of exorcizing curses you’d grown used to predicting their pattern of attack. But it was only after a pressurized, finalizing punch of yours lands right on the curse’s thumping neck that you find yourself growing weary. Cautious of the tiny, red flower that’d sprouted out of thin air on its skin. Immediately, you think back to Hanami, because it was blossoming - unnaturally fast - petals unraveling to explode in sparkly pollen-

Shit. Your head whirled, eyes watery at the heady scent, “Wh-what the fuck-”

It takes only that split-second of distraction before more blooms pop! pop! pop! all down the curse’s figure. It just heaves with fatigue when they all burst out the same powdery substance from before.

“Fuck- what is this-” your thighs clench together, teeth clenched so hard it hurt. You stagger back towards your opponent, and it seems this last-ditch Hail Mary caused more damage than good. Because the curse was lethargic, barely even flinching when you’re back to pummelling it with your cursed technique. Again. And again and again-  “-if only you’d taken to making perfumes- instead-”

It falls to the ground with a last ringing screech, the flowers withering away instantly. 

But the damage was done.

And you’d never felt so drained - even after your most difficult of missions. Never sinking down onto your knees this way, skin heated, mouth salivating. The air in the room was just thick with something so delicious - syrupy, with hints of pine and cherry - traitorously, you find yourself inhaling deep, addictive lungfuls of the scent. 

“Smells so-” your brows furrow, digging a hand into the plush bed beside you to clamor back onto your feet. “Smells like-”

Gojo. 

Your entire body jolts with something so dark - visceral, gasping when you feel your underwear just drench. Mind such a melty mess filled with only Gojo Gojo Gojo - and before you know it, you’re stumbling towards the door-

Bang! 

The aroma only grows heavier near the door, blood thunders in your ear at the deafening crash from outside. Shit, had you locked the door- 

Bang! Bang! BANG-

Fuck, neither of you were making it out alive. 

It’s the first clear thought headlining through your mind for the first time in what feels like ages - only several, syrupy-slow seconds later does it follow up with the realization that you’re now standing face-to-face with Gojo. 

Gojo pain-in-your-ass Satoru.

Who looked absolutely crazed right now - teetering unsteadily on his feet, his head was bowed, fingers trembling. The mahogany hotel door in mere splinters under his hands.

“F-forgot you could teleport?” It comes out a yelp - pained, almost - and the very first note of your strained voice is enough to have his entire, powerful body wracking with a gasp. Goosebumps pricking along his milky skin, he finally - finally raises his eyes.

Shit, he’s finally lost it.

Because Gojo’s gaze was burning, lids hooded, dark pupils blown so wide that his eyes looked almost black. He didn’t look at you with that usual teasing glint, no, he looked like he was going to rip you apart. Twitchy, drinking in a shaky, drawn-out gasp of the scented air. You almost had half the mind to wonder whether this was some special grade masked as your coworker. 

But it’s real - it’s so, so real and you can’t deny it when he’s baring you with such a vicious grin. Plump lips pulled back to show off those glinting canines, “You.”

“Satoru.”

His lips are on yours - pressing and pressing so hard you were sure it bruised. But fuck- you’re kissing back - because how could you not? The candied seam of his mouth was addictive, breathing you in like his last breath of fresh air.  

“Kiss me-” he spits into your slack mouth, as if he wasn’t already. Two hands surging forwards to cup your cheeks even deeper, “Kiss me kiss me kiss- fuck-” That last little swear almost comes out as a whimper, and you can only keen when Gojo wraps his pretty lips around your tongue, sucking lewdly. “Y’smell so sweet- taste so sweet-”

“Sa-t-toru-” you’re managing out. It just then hits you how weak your knees have gotten, sinking down to straddle his muscular, jutted-out thigh. It makes him throw his head back when you’re just dragging your hips in a long, languid stripe. “Look what you’ve- what you’ve gotten us into.”

Pulling away to lick lazily up, up, up your neck, his teeth bite just at your thundering pulse. “Me?” he hisses out, voice a few octaves higher than usual. “You think I’m the one fuckin’ responsible for this?” It almost hurt - but it hurt so good. “I’m responsible for this-” And his startling eyes sink down to the darkening wet patch on the middle of his leg, your flimsy panties sticking to his uniform. “-am, I?”

“Yes.” your defiant fingers are trailing down the hem of his shirt, ripping apart those buttons in hasty, urgent tugs until it was off completely. “If only you hadn’t half-assed it with this special grade then-”

Gojo huffs out in humorless laughter into your lips - the same one he’d give a persistent little curse, and it makes your hairs stand on end. Wondering how high the kill count would really be. In the hundreds? Thousands? “I thought you were supposed to be the babysitter, huh?”

Millions. 

“And aren’t you the strongest?” A trembly hand of yours ventures its way down his flexing body - down, past those plush pecs, past his flinching abs, dipping teasingly just above where you could feel the hiking tent in his tight pants. “How did you end up this hah- bad?”

You’re holding back a groan at the long, solid inches straining to break free of his thick fabric, you could feel the rapid thump! thump! thump! of his throbbing length under your palm. Fuck, water was wet - Gojo Satoru, unfortunately, had a big di-

“You.”

It’s low, ragged - so quiet that for a second you think you almost imagine it. 

“You.”

His lips are sagging open once more, greedy gaze widening - and you knew it was glowing now. Tiny flickers of blue lightning flickering at the ends of his eyes with every mindless gyration of your palm down his bulging, clothed shaft.

“It’s all because of you.” 

Yeah, you would be lucky number one on his kill count when he breaks - or maybe he would be on yours

Your back is hitting the mattress, and the buttons of your poor uniform are hitting the velvety floor - absolutely nothing against the strongest, who was now tearing through your clothes the same way he was ripping apart those curses from before.

Shit- did he teleport you two?

“Don’t know-” Gojo pants out feverishly, and at that moment you weren’t sure if you’d simply babbled your thinking out loud or whether he could read your mind. “Don’t- don’t know- fuuck.” Low, feral groans crack at the back of his throat with each inch of your exposed skin, and before you know it, he’s surging forwards into the naked valley of your breasts. Breathing you in so filthily, “Just know that I need you- fuck m’gonna fuckin’ kill someone if I don’t-” 

Each spat out little word is punctuated with an intoxicated push and pull of Gojo’s hips. Angrily rutting in-between your thighs until it was just a clingy, syrupy mess of slick and precum between you two. 

“Oh-” your lips drop into a soft gasp, reaching out your fingers to smear a sinful sheen down them. It glosses all the way to your wrist with each newly beaded wave of his precum. 

It feels so dirty the way you’re pushing the very tips of your fingers into your mouth. Gojo can only look - can barely even breathe when you slur, “You taste so good, too, Toru.”

Oh, that was it.

Gojo Satoru had finally thought he was getting control of his sanity - he finally thought the effects of that cursed technique were wearing off. But now - at that little nickname - he feels something snap. The lamp on your right bedside table shatters.

And usually, Gojo’s taunting was tinted with a little laugh, an inkling of fondness in them - but right now they sounded pained. Wrenching out of his broad chest, “Fuck you. Need you- do you know what you’ve done.”

Your useless skirt - along with your soaked, see-through panties - are ripped off of your squirming body. And for once in his life, he’s speechless - eyes almost bulging out of his skull, nails digging into the plush of your thighs. 

Your clothes end up in a pile of sad tatters on the floor, and you felt a strange inkling that maybe you’d end up much the same. 

Smack!

Two, large fingers slap down harshly right on your drooling cunt, slobbering down a glistening coat of your pretty juices down his wrist. “Pay attention.” He’s pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your neglected nipples, your stomach, down, down, down in a flurry until the very tip of Gojo’s nose was nudging at your pulsing clit. “Because if m’losing control I need you to stop me.”

The dim hotel lights flicker when Gojo meets your cunt in a sultry, self-indulgent kiss. And through it all, one thing burns into your dizzy mind - his eyes. Maddened, gleaming with slight blue cursed energy in-between your legs. 

“Oh.” you’re gasping at the sheer burning stretch of your thighs being pushed to their limits. Gojo didn’t need that much space - he just loved the way you whined. “You’re s-so much better when you shut- hah!”

His tongue shuts you up by flicking harshly over your puffed-up clit, letting your syrupy juices slide their slow way down his eager tongue. “There we go- good girl, good fuckin’ girl. Hah- all it took was some shitty curse to get you hah- honest like this f’me, huh?” 

“Don’t act like- ngh!” you’re barely able to drawl the words out, which makes him grin a dangerously content grin. Sharp teeth clenching teasingly around your angry clit, throbbing and slicked glisteningly with his spit, “Don’t act like I’m the only one- this way- hah-”

It was true - every hollowed-out suck on your needy clit had him grinding onto the mussed-up mattress. Those silken sheets hiking up with every drag of Gojo’s weepy erection down onto the bed - imagining you underneath him. It wasn’t enough - it never will be. 

That realization was enough for him to break out into a drunken grin, hot tongue smearing open your folds over and over- “Yeah? What about it? Does it scare you that I want to fuckin’ break you, sweetheart?”

He was crazed. 

Dangerous. Depraved. 

“N-no-” you give such a harsh pull on his soft strands, he’s leering up at you with a dragged-out groan. Looking for the life of him so used - you just knew there’d be thousands that would kill to see the strongest so fucked-out, ear blearily blinking open, flushed your favorite shade of pink up to his cheekbones, mouth chasing those thin spit strands to your glossy pussy. “Jus’ think s’unfair how I’m the ah- only one havin’ fun right now.”

You’re shutting up his pussydrunk protests about how he is having fun and to “please, please, please don’t stop” by crashing your soft lips against Gojo’s. Wrenching him upwards, he lets himself be so used. 

“Need you-” you’re gasping, biting into his pouty lower lip. Nosing slowly up his bobbing Adam’s apple, you gasp in that heady combination of pine and candied cherry. “Wanna see if you hngh- taste as good as you smell right now.”

“No fuck- fuck you.” he hisses, wrangling you to straddle his angrily fidgeting hips. 

Running a hand down to fumble with his metallic belt - already loosened. But you don’t have the patience - or the sanity - for that right now, because you’re tugging, shredding. The tell-tale buzz of jujutsu fizzing at your fingertips when you tug down the entirety of Gojo’s pants. Kneading the soft peaks of your palm over that sensitive divot on his head, “Who’s fucking who?” 

“Me.” And there’s another smack! to the heated place of your cunt, Gojo’s own fingertips having you see stars with his power. 

He takes the distraction to just drag you upwards like some ragdoll, easily maneuvering you around. “Turn- turn around f’me- thaaat’s right, fuck-” You’re jostled until your shaky thighs straddle either side of his head, puffed-out pants condensing hotly against your cunt. Your own coming face-to-face with the fat head peeking out from the hem of Gojo’s boxers. Head swimming with how angrily pink he looked, already winking with a drenched sheen of precum up at you. “Arch that cute back a lil’ more- lemme see.”

You’re whirling your head over your shoulders to catch the fucked-out grin on his lips, dragging his tongue out to lap up every bead of your sweet sweet juices, he tilts his pliant head back against the pillows to let it slide down his bobbing throat. “Y-you’re really that pussydr- hngh!” 

Another branding smack! leaves you gushing even more down his tongue. “Yeah, s’what I fuckin’ thought.” he spits out a thick wad of spit into your messy cunt. Gliding his wet fingers over the dripping mess that puddles onto the his chest below. “-can’t even run your mouth- so desperate f’me. Taste so good-” Using his inhuman strength to haul you down onto his pretty face.

Before he knows it, he’s slotting the thin tip of his tongue past your quivering hole. Taking him so greedily, the elastic ring of muscle stretches all around his form, clamping down as if to milk something delicious. 

And Gojo knows - he thinks with whatever’s left of his rationality that maybe he should slow down, take a second to fuckin’ breathe. But, no, he’s making out with your ravaged pussy like he’s angry he hasn’t done this before - way back when he first met you.

A slender fingers pushes past your swollen folds to curl deftly into your gummy cunt, molding up into that easy divots at your walls. He’s feeling around so depravedly for your g-spot, aching to make you feel just a drop of the sheer need he does. 

“Fuck!” Your velvety walls come crashing down around his fingers, knuckle-deep inside your ravenously swallowing cunt. Only getting faster - dipping perfectly to press up against your spongy sweet spots. Shit, he really was good at everything, huh? “You’re so…”

“What was that?” Gojo’s tittering, “Can’t hear you over your cute cunt, sweetheart.”

You don’t answer - you don’t need to, because all the breath in his lungs exhale out in a low cascade. Hiccuping around your candied clit when you take Gojo’s thick, weepy tip just past your lips. Wrapping just around the sensitive slit, it makes him gasp, it makes him keen, it makes him spit out some sloppy swears into your cunt.

“What was that? Can’t hear you over my cunt, Toru–” you bat your lashes, humming around his velvety head. Fuck- if you were in any better state of mind you’d have taken longer admiring him.

Because he was so massive, so pretty with prominent veins thumping at the roof of your mouth. Girthy, rotund end a throbbing red, gradiating into a creamy pink that meshed in delicately with those neat tufts of white at Gojo’s toned pelvis. So delicious. Big enough that you were already wondering just how you were going to walk out of this bedroom - if either of you are in a walking state - or even alive - that is. 

“Fuck- fuck you little-” his mouth refuses to part with your puffy pussy lips, even if it was to talk back to you. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ think this is-”

The new angle has his sharp jaw grinding up into you, jostling your body up and down all over his face. He’s whining - heaving - at this point with every sultry swirl of your soft tongue around his twitchy head. Coating down every inch of your silky soft mouth with a hot sheen of precum, he tastes so good on your tastebuds - slightly salty, with a tinge of something so sweetly Gojo. 

Powers acting before him, he doesn’t even realize it before he cheats - just a little. Eyes burning with power when Gojo uses his six eyes to plunge scarily accurately into the plushy bullseye of your g-spot. Greedy fingers hitting it again and again and-

“Satoru!” your scolding tone has his globular tip twitch ferally into the back of your throat. “That’s not- I can feel your jujutsu, y’know. S-so-” 

“What? Good? Heavenly?” Gojo rattles off. You’re fucking your drooling pussy back into him - you can’t stop the mindless, shallow little grinds in an attempt to meet his mean pace. “Never said anythin’ about a jujutsu ban, pretty- you’re sounding like a sore loser to me.” As if on cue, your cunt is gushing out in more silken sweet juices all down the lower half of his face, squelching so obscenely. His droopy eyes admire your glistening cunt, riding his face to his insanity. “Well- not this cunt, of course, in fact- I think she’s gonna cum.”

He didn’t have to tell you - you already knew, with the trembling in your thighs, and the white-hot pleasure stemming from his incessant making out. Without answering, you only swallow up a few more solid, rock-hard inches of his painfully hard cock, lips stretched obscenely. 

“Y-yeah- fuck, now I definitely know you’re close, pretty girl-” he’s lolling out his tongue to let you drag your pussy across harshly. “Don’t be stubborn- cum f’me,” Rough patches of his tastebuds massaging you just right, fingers still pumping recklessly. “Cum f’me- please. Wan’ it on my tongue- want you- want you to use me- please.”

It doesn’t take long before you’re finally cumming, fucking your high over and over Gojo Satoru’s pretty face. He’s wrapping a free hand around the small of your back, just crashing you back into his drunk mouth over and over and–

“F-fuck, Toru–” you whine, toes curling with each crashing wave of pleasure. It was so violent - so dragged-out, like no orgasm you’ve had before. And you didn’t know whether it was because of the technique or the lazy drag of Gojo’s mouth all over every beading inch of your pussy. Your fist tightens around the thick, heated base of his cock, “Need- need you to-”

“No. Fuck-”

In the fleeting millisecond it takes you to blink, your front is being pushed back onto the now-damp sheets again, a grinning Gojo hovering over you. He looked so ruined - smile gleaming with your trickling, dripping precum, eyes crazed. Suddenly, you almost understand why every breathing thing fears him - almost. His eyes were blazing, flushed angrily. “I’m burning- think m’gonna die if I don’t fuck this cunt right now. Fuck-”

“Havin’ to use your powers for everything?” you’re quirking a brow over your shoulder. “Don’t tell me the only reason you brag about being so hah- good in bed is because of that?”

He’s narrowing his glowing eyes, tiny sparks of lightning flying furiously, “Ohhh s’that a challenge, sweetheart?” Gojo’s sharp canines tug on your bottom lip, and you moan into the messy clash of a kiss - all spit and teeth and the taste of you two. “Tell me.”

“So what if it is?” you’re managing to push back against his slender waist. “Without those stupid powers, m’the better…”

Whatever insult was on the tip of our tongue dies down at the glint of the foil in his hand - the condom from before. That tiny square looking so pitiful held between two fingers, “The receptionist gave me an XL, funny, right?” Gojo murmurs, so dark. “Such a shame it won’t fit.”

One daring glance downwards proves him right - because Gojo was sitting so heftily sandwiched between your swollen folds. Painfully beading needy pearls of translucent precum all over your front - fuck, your cockdrunk self from before didn’t recall him being so large. Big enough that you were sure any rubber would be on the verge of shattering into little pieces.

So then go in raw- you think. But before the words can tumble out of your mind, he’s giving a slow, slippery slide on your cunt, “S’alright- with these ah- ‘stupid powers’ m’still gonna get a taste of this pretty cunt.”

And then you can’t breathe - fuck, you can’t even think straight.

You feel like you’re being split-apart, because Gojo’s just barely pushing in the fat, round girth of his head. Managing to pop in his long shaft past that sensitive slit, before his body starts moving in hurried, impatient little grinds. Frantically trying to squeeze himself in deeper- “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, even with limitless you feel so good, sweetheart.”

Limitless - fuck, that’s what it was. You could feel the slight pinch of the pressure around your body, the way he was reaching in so deep inside your velvety cunt despite not even being halfway inside yet. 

“Satoru-” 

“No-” his flickering eyes bore deep into yours. “Not that- call out f’me properly now, I know that smart mouth of yours can do it.”

Your words are barely a whisper, “Toru–”

The remaining lamp at your left goes out - cracking into tiny shards. And that’s all it takes for him to push and push in, distantly, Gojo knows he should slow down, maybe give you a second to relax - to think. But he could feel his sanity dancing away with every fucking inch fed into your sopping wet pussy, your elastic walls contorting to massage every ridge and vein of his so heavenly. Fuck- he’d fight a thousand more of those special grades just for another taste of this feeling. 

“Oh-” Gojo’s jaw hangs slack when he finally bullies past that feeble resistance of yours. The very top curve of his head nudging deeply in a glissading glide down your spongy cervix, heavy balls kissing against your ass. 

He lets himself be pulled, used like some filthy toy when your hot tongue cranes to lap up the trail of drool down the corner of his drunken mouth. 

“Wanna feel you-” you’re gasping through each thorough, steady ram into your snug channel. “Wanna feel all of you.”

Another memorable slap! resounds through the heady air, sending sparks exploding behind your lids. “Heh- s’this your way of hah- having me stop using my powers?” he chuckles. “I’m onto your dirty, dirty tricks, y’know.”

Truly, he wasn’t. Gojo didn’t think he had enough of his brain unfried to even contemplate that right about now. But it was just so much fun to watch you mewl in protest, your cunt dripping even further down his twitchy balls with each taunt. 

“Please- fuck m’burning up-” you spit. “Scared s’gonna have you c-cumming early?”

As a punishment - or maybe a little reminder about who really was the strongest, Gojo infuses his next sharp smack on your clit with an ounce of his jujutsu. The curve of his thumb gliding over in tiny circles to soothe over the buzz, “Talk to me when you can say “cumming” without hngh- stutterin’-”

“Talk to me when you-” Growling into the crook of your neck, it’s all he can do right now to bow his hulking body even deeper into yours, kneeing apart your stutteringly closing thighs. There’s a sloppy, milky ring forming where your folds kept smacking repeatedly against the sharp lines of his pelvis, “-can fuck me without your limitless going haywire.”

Fuck- fuck, how he wanted to prove you wrong. To have you crying out for mercy.

But Gojo’s throat drags out in what almost sounds like a cry when his limitless flickers on and off - just for a second. The mere touch of your slippery soft walls around his hot cock making him just slam down an arm on the headrest. It breaks - shattering into tiny wooden pieces, though, neither of you notice right now. 

He’s maneuvering the two of you so easily to push you onto your back. Stuffing your gaping entrance back full again, this time throwing your limp legs onto his broad shoulders to pummel you in such a mean mating press. Just the sight of your fucked-out, pretty face has his ragged breath hitching, “S-sweetheart…” 

Whatever answer you give is tangled up in Gojo’s drunken tongue, lapping at your words. His cock feels so heavy, so hot shoving between your legs. And the stretch - fuck, the stretch was something you’d always remember. Stretching out that tight hole into the very girth of his shaft - all the way down from his leaky, flinching head to the thick circumference of his hilt. “I don’t think I can- fuck, can I feel- please, m’dying to know what this cunt feels like-”

Your nails rake down the pale display of his back, those red, red jagged lines making him rut even deeper into you. “Do it then-”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Oh.

Fuck. 

It’s like something shatters - maybe limitless, maybe his restraint. Because Gojo’s eyes just fall shut in pure ecstasy, aching cock growing even larger inside you - as if that was even possible. Expanding tautly at your walls, he’s forming you so sinfully around his shape. 

“Oh-oh– fuck you feel- how the fuck do you feel so good?” His free hand dips down to roll a depraved thumb over the nub of your neglected clit, catching on your bulgingly-stretched folds. “Holy shit- think m’gonna pass out- think m’gonna die.”

“Hah-” your back arches up sluttily into his around the fifth consecutive time his rough cockhead was grazing so perfectly against your g-spot, fingers buzzing with electricity at your clit. “You’re s-so weak-”

But it didn’t matter, did it? Because all you could do was hiss out a few wet gurgles into Gojo’s mouth, blinking in the sinful sight of him with his eyes so hooded, cheeks burning with a scorching blush, mouth dangling so addictively open while he sucked your tongue. Like he didn’t even realize what he was doing - how each pressurized thrust into your gummy pussy had the lights overhead flickering, sparks of blue lightning bolting from the corners of his mouth at the same sloppy staccato as his hips. How it made you cum. 

“Sh-shit, Toru-” you’re gasping at the feeling of your toe-curling high, shots of pure pleasure running through your body. Convulsing up over and over into his weighty body, “Feels so good- m’cumming m’cumming ah-” 

Crack! 

And then it’s dark.

Hell, Gojo barely even realized when he does, too, shooting out creamy white ribbon after ribbon of seed with a soft, shuddering gasp of your name. And it’s the only thing on his usually-sharp tongue - voice cracking pathetically, when he whines it like a little mantra over and over and-

“Oh-” his five, long fingers splay out across your lower stomach - right where he could feel his own cock twitching wildly at the very bottom of your gooey pussy. Pressing down, hard. “Oh shit- just look at how you’re painted white from the inside-”

The lights were gone out - in all the wards of Tokyo, actually - and yet in the light of the slight flickers of electricity surrounding you two, you could spy the slow, syrupy glob of his cum down your thighs. Coating his hilt in a milky gloss, it sticks to the two of you like a sloppy second skin. “And you expect me to- hah- not go insane.”

You manage out a wet chuckle, too tired to notice how the bed was missing a headboard now. How all the furniture in the hotel room was trashed - as if it’d been slammed down from several feet above. “Hah- b-blame it on the sex pollen.”

The technique has him cumming more than usual, every new wave sloshing at your insides is followed by another - and another until Gojo’s cock felt so raw. Twitching sensitively in a way that brought big fat tears pricking at his eyes, and yet, he still fucks you so harshly into the mattress. Sucking out every remaining dredge of seed in those fat, cum-filled balls thwacking! at your skin. Sloppy. Depraved. Oh, he looked so ruined - like a man that crawled back from death, only to drag you down with him. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Gojo drags his swollen lips down your earlobe. Voice shot, “I don’t think the sex pollen is done yet.”

---

“Trashed all across the floor, trashed furniture - especially in room 143 - Hokkaido still doesn’t even have power.” Yaga’s bellowing voice has you sinking ashamedly further and further into his office seat. 

Gojo, however, only beams, throwing an arm around the edge of your chair, “Damn- we should really try to send out the power in all of Asia next time, huh, my pretty girl?”

“Out!”

Across the hallway, three first-years eagerly (well, two of them and a reluctant Megumi) peer into the tense meeting. Wondering what exactly happened in your last mission that caused a record-level amount of property damage and the power to still flicker on and off throughout the day.

Yuji is the first one to speak up, “Well, no one’s dead but- why does the air seem so-” he gestures towards the almost non-existent space between you and Gojo - not anything out of the usual, sure, but the one thing different was the lack of threats. “-weird.” he finishes. 

“Tell me about it. That Gojo almost seems…” Nobara shudders in disgust. “...happy.”

And of course, at that very moment, the man of the hour himself turns to look straight at the first-years doing a poor job of hiding themselves behind the door. Sighing overly-loudly, “If you say so, Yaga~” Intertwining his fingers with yours to pull you up with him, “We had a date anyway.”

“A date?”

“A date?!”

“I win.” All eyes - including yours and Gojo’s turn towards the usually-quiet Megumi, his lips turned into the beginnings of a smile. Almost. “You both owe me ten thousand yen.”

A/N. Hope you babygirls have a good weekkkk!!!

Plagiarism not authorized.

[nekoashiii]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Get out!

Pairings: Lads men x afab!reader

Summary: Your 4 year old child, is fighting with their dad over you. part 2

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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ sylus

The sun had barely crept over the horizon when a small, warm weight landed on your stomach. You let out a soft groan, blinking sleep from your eyes as a tiny giggle filled the air.

“Mama! Wake up!”

A little girl with curly white hair and big red eyes beamed down at you, her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement. Your daughter, Elena, was already full of energy despite the early hour.

You reached out, gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. “Sweetheart, it’s too early… come cuddle with us instead.” You said as you hugged your daughter to your chest and laid on your side, using her like a small warm plushie to hold

Elena pouted, but before she could argue, a deep, gravelly voice interrupted.

“Excuse me, little one,” Sylus drawled from behind you, his arm tightening possessively around your waist. “I believe your mother is mine in the mornings.”

Elena huffed, climbing over you to plant herself between the two of you, effectively shoving Sylus away. “No! Mama is mine today.”

Sylus narrowed his dark red eyes, feigning insult. “Oh? And what am I supposed to do, hmm? Spend the morning alone?” He sighed dramatically, running a hand through his white, tousled hair. “How tragic.”

You smothered a laugh as Elena folded her arms, her tiny frame full of defiance. “You have all day with Mama. It’s my turn now! Get out of bed dada”

Sylus turned to you, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Sweetheart, tell our dear daughter that monopolizing her mother isn’t allowed.”

You stretched with a soft yawn, brushing your fingers through Elena’s soft curls before placing a hand on Sylus’ chest. “Sorry, love, but she does have a point.”

Sylus let out an exaggerated groan, flopping onto his back. “Betrayed. By my own wife and child.”

Elena giggled and latched onto your arm. “Come on, Mama! Let’s go make pancakes!”

Before you could even respond, she was already tugging you out of bed. You barely had time to throw on a robe before being dragged toward the kitchen.

Sylus followed at a much slower pace, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway, watching the two of you. His lips twitched in amusement as Elena enthusiastically handed you ingredients, most of which you didn’t even need.

“Flour, eggs, milk,” you listed off, cracking an egg into the bowl.

“And chocolate chips!” Elena added excitedly.

“That wasn’t part of the original plan,” you teased, ruffling her hair.

“But Mama, chocolate makes everything better,” she argued.

You sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. Chocolate it is.”

Elena cheered as you mixed the batter, and soon enough, the scent of warm pancakes filled the kitchen. You plated them neatly, setting them on the table, but before you could sit down, Sylus was already pulling you into his lap.

“Alright, little one,” he said, smirking at Elena. “I was patient. Now it’s my turn.”

Elena gasped. “No fair! You get Mama all the time!”

Sylus held you close, his lips brushing against your temple. “Exactly. Which is why I should get the first bite.”

Elena narrowed her eyes before suddenly grabbing a piece of pancake and stuffing it into your mouth. “Mama gets first bite!”

You nearly choked, laughing as Sylus sighed in mock defeat.

The morning continued like this, the two of them constantly bickering over who got more of your attention. If Sylus wrapped an arm around you, Elena would climb onto your lap. If Elena got you to braid her hair, Sylus would find a way to pull you into a slow, lingering kiss—only for Elena to dramatically cover her eyes and shout, “Eww, Papa!”

It was an endless tug-of-war, but one thing was clear: you were deeply, endlessly loved.

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Caleb

The day had been long. Between running errands, cleaning up after a particularly chaotic dinner, and making sure your 4-year-old son had actually bathed instead of just splashing water everywhere, all you wanted was to crawl into bed and melt into your pillows.

But, of course, fate—or rather, the two most stubborn males in your life—had other plans.

Just as you pulled back the covers, ready to slide under the sheets, a little whirlwind of energy burst into the room. Your son, Noah, padded in with a determined expression, his favorite stuffed apple plush clutched in one arm.

“I’m sleeping with Mama tonight!” he declared, climbing onto the bed as if he owned it.

You sighed, already sensing the inevitable battle brewing.

“Noah,” you started patiently, “you have your own bed, sweetheart.”

“But I don’t want my own bed,” he pouted, scooting closer. “I wanna sleep here with you.”

Before you could formulate a response, heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, and in walked Caleb, still in his colonel uniform, just back from the fleet, arms crossed over his broad chest. His sharp eyes immediately zeroed in on the intruder in his domain.

“Noah,” Caleb said, voice edged with authority. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Noah puffed out his little chest, glaring up at his father. “I’m sleeping with Mama.”

Caleb raised a brow. “No, you’re not. I sleep with Mama.”

“Well, not tonight.”

“Yes, tonight.”

“No!”

“Yes.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Are you two seriously about to argue over this?”

Neither of them responded. Instead, they were locked in a silent battle of wills, Caleb towering over Noah, while Noah, unafraid, jutted his chin out defiantly.

“I got here first,” Noah announced.

“I’ve been here for years,” Caleb countered, placing a knee on the bed as if preparing for battle.

Noah tightened his grip on his stuffed apple plush. “Mama likes cuddling with me more!”

“Excuse me?” Caleb scoffed. “I am a very good cuddler. The best.”

“No, you’re too big! You take up all the space!”

“I do not—”

“You do! And you snore!”

Caleb looked personally offended. “I do not snore.”

“Yes, you do,” you cut in, unable to hold back your smirk.

Caleb’s mouth fell open, betrayal clear on his face. “Sweetheart—”

“It’s true, Daddy,” Noah added smugly. “You sound like a big grumpy bear.”

Caleb scowled. “I am a big grumpy bear.”

“I don’t wanna sleep with a grumpy bear.”

“I don’t wanna sleep with a tiny bed hog.”

Noah gasped dramatically. “I am not a bed hog!”

You sighed, leaning back against the pillows. watching the two go on and on “Alright, enough.”

Both of them snapped their heads toward you, watching as you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration.

“You two fight over me every single night. And honestly?” You sighed, dragging yourself out of bed. “I’m sick of it.”

Caleb and Noah blinked.

“What?” Noah asked innocently.

You grabbed two pillows from the bed, shoving one into Caleb’s hands and the other into Noah’s tiny arms.

“You two can take this argument somewhere else.” You gestured toward the door. “Both of you—out.”

Noah’s jaw dropped. “But—”

Caleb furrowed his brows. “You’re kicking me out, too?”

“Yes. Out. Both of you.”

“But Mama—”

“No buts! I am going to sleep alone, in peace, without a four-year-old climbing all over me or a six-foot colonel trying to wrap himself around me like an octopus.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Go fight over who gets the couch.”

Caleb narrowed his eyes. “I’m not sleeping on the couch.”

Noah smirked. “Guess I’ll get the couch, then.”

“Oh no, you won’t,” Caleb shot back.

You sighed and physically pushed both of them toward the door. “Out.”

Noah whimpered. “Mama, wait—”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” You kissed his forehead before turning to Caleb. “And you—” You gave him a pointed glare. “Good. Night.”

Caleb exhaled through his nose, clearly displeased with the outcome. “This is mutiny.”

“Call it whatever you want, Colonel, but it’s happening.”

With that, you shut the door in their faces.

For a moment, there was silence. Then—

“This is your fault,” Caleb muttered.

“I still get the couch,” Noah replied smugly.

You grinned, sinking into your blissfully empty bed, enjoying the first real night of uninterrupted sleep in weeks.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Rafayel

Life with Rafayel was never dull. Being married to one of the most renowned artists in the world came with its own set of challenges—his erratic work schedule, his bursts of inspiration at ungodly hours, and, of course, the ever-looming threat of someone discovering his biggest secret.

Rafayel wasn’t just a celebrated painter, sculptor, and occasional recluse. he was also a Lemurian—a species of deep-sea mermen that most humans believed to be myths. Lemurians were creatures of the ocean, rarely venturing into the human world.

But Rafayel had. He had chosen to leave behind the waves, to live among humans, to build a life with you. And together, you had a daughter—little Seraphina—who had inherited his everything. His attitude, his stupidly handsome face shape, his genes left nothing for yours to take root in seraphina.

And now, the two of them were bickering. Again.

You rubbed your temples, exhaling deeply. “Can you two please stop fighting over me for five minutes?”

Rafayel, ever the dramatic artist, was sprawled on the couch with a faux-wounded expression, his purple hair draped over his face. “I cannot believe this betrayal,” he murmured. “I, your devoted husband, have been abandoned.”

Seraphina, all four years of attitude and tiny hands on her hips, stood her ground. “You had Mama all day! It’s my turn!”

Rafayel gasped, looking personally offended. “Excuse me, little guppy, but I believe it is always my turn.”

Seraphina pouted, her violet eyes—exactly like her father’s—narrowing. “Mama played with me first.”

“Mama kissed me first this morning.”

“Well—Mama let me sit on their lap while we ate breakfast.”

“Mama lets me sleep in the bed next to them.”

You groaned. “Rafayel, she’s four.”

“And?” He arched a perfect brow. “She must learn that a wife’s love belongs to her husband first.”

Seraphina huffed, turning to you with pleading eyes. “Mama, tell Daddy he’s being mean.”

You sighed, knowing full well that no answer would satisfy either of them.

Rafayel rolled onto his side, reaching a hand toward you as if on his deathbed. “My love, tell our traitorous offspring that no one can replace me in your heart.”

“I am not a traitor!” Seraphina stomped a tiny foot. “Mama loves me so much! Even more than you!”

Rafayel sat up instantly. “Oh, now that’s where you’re wrong.”

“No, I’m right!”

“You wish, little one.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, wondering how your life had come to this—caught between two extremely possessive, competitive merfolk.

Seraphina suddenly latched onto your leg, wrapping herself around it like a tiny octopus. “Mine,” she declared.

Rafayel narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”

Seraphina stuck her tongue out at him.

Rafayel smirked. “Well then.” He cracked his knuckles and stretched his arms. “If that’s how you want to play it.”

In one swift motion, he scooped Seraphina up, ignoring her protests as he carried her toward the glass doors leading to the backyard’s infinity pool—built deep enough to accommodate his real form.

Seraphina’s eyes widened. “Wait—WAIT! What are you doing?!”

Rafayel grinned mischievously. “Throwing you back into the sea where you belong, little guppy.”

“NOOO!”

You laughed, watching as Seraphina clung to her father’s arm, suddenly realizing her fight for dominance might have backfired.

“Say it,” Rafayel teased, holding her above the water. “Say I win.”

Seraphina squirmed. “Never!”

Rafayel raised a brow. “Alright then—”

“MAMA HELP!”

You folded your arms, amused. “This seems like a father-daughter matter.”

Seraphina gasped at your betrayal. “Mama, no!”

Rafayel gave you a smug look. “Oh, so now you need me, hmm?”

Seraphina groaned dramatically before finally giving in. “Fiiiiiine. You win.”

Rafayel set her back on the ground, ruffling her purple hair. “That’s my girl.”

She huffed but then immediately clung to your side again. “But Mama still loves me more.”

Rafayel scoffed. “Dream on, little guppy.”

You sighed, shaking your head. This was your life now.

[tsuutarr]

Rich! Yandere x Chill! Reader

Work is a drag – your supervisor expects mountains from you while allowing himself to pick pebbles. He expects you to be there before him and leave after him even though he allows himself to arrive late and leave on time. He expects you to respond to every email and ask questions but ignores emails sent his way. He condescendingly laughs at you and gets annoyed at you making mistakes even though he’s made plenty himself.

In conclusion, you’re about to lose it. Go absolutely bonkers.

Still, you gotta earn money somehow, so…

You really have no choice but to continue onwards.

But seriously, who thought a cycle of work and work and more work was a good idea? You have a few choice words for them. Especially since you’re forced to stay longer than you want to because your stupid supervisor decided to give you work at the last minute, two minutes before you clock out.

By the time you arrive home, you’re dead tired, absolutely unable to keep your eyes open. You tell yourself that you need to get changed, eat dinner, brush your teeth, catch up on your weekly show… but your body is too tired to obey any of that, so it’s lulled into a long, dreamless slumber.

When you come to, you wake up on a gorgeous bed in a gorgeous room. You’re disoriented, absolutely positive that you’re dreaming. But you don’t wake up even after pinching yourself so… this must be real?

Your thoughts are interrupted as the doors to the room open, showcasing a handsome man. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen him on the news somewhere. Probably. Anyway, the point is that he’s handsome.

“Are you feeling all right, Darling?” he asks, voice velvety smooth and deep like dark chocolate.

“I guess?” you say, feeling surprisingly calm. He blinks at you.

“Ah… are you not going to ask where you are…?”

“Oh, right.” You nod. “Where am I?”

“You’re at one of my mansions,” he responds, smoothing out his dress shirt. “I’ve selected the best one, just for you.”

“Oh wow.” Flashes of your dingy one bedroom apartment flash through your head. “That’s great.”

“And of course, you’ll have everything provided for you. If you need anything, just tell me – I can get you everything you desire.”

“That’s amazing,” you respond. “I’m in.”

“Wha–” he looks at you, shocked. “I knew you were in dire financial straits but… aren’t you going to be wary of me, Dear? I mean, I kidnapped you?”

“My guy, the economy is awful, I hate my job, and I really just want to enjoy life for once. I am not complaining.” Shrugging your shoulders, your gaze remains steady on him. “Besides, you’re easy on the eyes.”

A bright red blush splatters itself across his cheeks, forcing him to clear his throat. “W–well, I’m pleased that my appearance is desirable to you.”

“Yup,” you reply, before looking at him curiously. “So like… did you stalk me or something? Put trackers on me?”

“Wha–”

“Well, it kinda seems like you’ve been after me for a while, I guess. Sorry if I’m wrong?”

“Well, no, you’re not… incorrect. But does that not bother you?”

“I mean, social media already has all my info anyway, so…” you hum thoughtfully. “Hm. Anyway. Does kidnapping me mean that you won’t let me go out again? A lot of stories have the guy locking their love interest up.”

He blinks. “I… suppose so…?”

“I don’t entirely mind, but I feel like I’ll probably go nuts if I’m not allowed to go out at all. Can’t we compromise? Like… you can have your trackers on me or have someone follow me around. Actually, why don’t you come along?”

He blinks. “Pardon?”

“I mean, it’s a fair trade, isn’t it? I have friends and family that I gotta see so I don’t go insane, but like, I don’t mind spending most of my time here. And if I do go out, you can just keep track of that. Plus it’s not like I have money or power to actually run or something anyway.” You nod, certain.

“You… you’re certainly rather… receptive to this whole situation.”

“Again, the economy is trash and you’re hot.”

He clears his throat, looking embarrassed. “W–well, it isn’t the worst idea in the world, I suppose. However, the world at large is quite dangerous. You can’t fault me for wanting to keep you locked up. It’s the best way to keep you safe–”

“Oh, I know!” you snap your fingers. “Let’s get married.”

“...Excuse me?”

“I mean, that way you’ll legally be my family. Then you can be with me ‘til death do us apart. Or something.” Satisfied, you nod. “Good idea, don’t you think?”

Gears whir inside his head as he looks at you, completely flabbergasted by your proposal. He’s happy that you seem satisfied with the situation and want to marry him but… but…

“Good idea indeed,” he agrees, fully abandoning any notion of common sense (not that he had much to begin with). 

Your willing acceptance of your situation wasn’t what he was expecting, but… who is he to complain?

It’s working in his favor, after all.