#props to infinity train

[hikaaa-bi]

one thing that i love about infinity train is how REAL the characters are, despite being in a fantasy setting, and the narrative of how experiences shape individuals. the way they speak and act are so realistic, their choices are understandable and their arcs are so well-written. all of the characters have glaring flaws they need to work on, but it's also clear that these flaws are the results of some kind of trauma or the way they were treated.

tulip was disillusioned with the world, angry and distant. and this is a direct reaction to her parents' divorce and her inability to cope with it. which is sympathetic, of course, it's a hard thing to go through as a child. the show also reveals that tulip blames herself for her parents' divorce, which can hit close to home for many people.

lake was similarly angry and defiant, even outright hostile in certain situations. again, this comes as a response to the way she was treated in the train, the way she was never granted her freedom and individuality, and how she was trapped in a role she didn't want to play. it's no wonder that many queer people identify so much with lake, because the rules of the train mirrors real life.

jesse has people-pleasing tendencies that reach the point where it actually hurts people. we've all seen protagonists who are people pleasers or eager to appear likeable to people, but usually it only hurts themselves. jesse's case is the prime example of "a friend to all is a friend to none". you can't please everyone, there are people you should oppose or ignore. otherwise, you end up hurting people who actually matters in your life.

simon and grace are straight-up villains, or anti-villains at the very best. grace is manipulative and cunning, playing on people's feelings and insecurities to serve herself. simon is controlling and somewhat egotistic, refusing to change his mindset, regardless of what happens. again, both these characters are shown to have reasons for why they became what they are, even if it doesn't justify their actions. grace grew up in an environment where she was neglected and felt lonely, and found out that her only sure way of making any sort of connection is to manipulate people. simon is implied to have dealt with someone's death before he got on the train, since he seems to have an idea of what funerals are like. that, paired with samantha the cat accidentally leaving him behind in a crucial and dangerous situation, he develops some very intense abandonment issues. again, both these issues can be very relatable to a lot of people, even if we aren't as bad as either of these characters.

min-gi was shown to be insecure and uncertain, but at the same time, arrogant and condescending. the pressure he recieved from his parents has fueled his gifted child syndrome while simultaneously making him depressed and burned out. ryan is probably the closest we have to a "conventional main character", hyperactive and quirky. but he is also not exactly perfect in all other aspects, as he wants to push things forward and refuses to give min-gi some time to think and make a decision. as a child who grew up with lots of other siblings, ryan struggles to prove himself to his family, since they don't seem to pay him much attention. both these scenarios are especially relatable to asians, but of course, anyone who may have trouble pleasing their parents and living up to expectations.

i just gave a character analysis of each protagonist, but my point is that while other cartoon protagonists tend to lean more on the heroic side, the characters in this show doesn't. in most other animated shows i've watched, the flaws a protagonist is allowed to have are either "heroic" flaws such as being too forgiving or being self-sacrificing, or shallow flaws such as clumsiness or being kind of an idiot.

but not in infinity train. the protagonists in this show aren't heroes, they are normal people. they don't have a magical destiny, they don't have to fight for the good of the world, they aren't the "chosen ones". their ultimate goal is to get out of the train (or in simon and grace's case, to be superior to everyone else, to "win").

so it really feels good when one of the characters does choose to do something nice. when tulip chooses to empathize with and help amelia, when lake bonds with alan dracula and jesse. when grace chooses to change for the better and face the consequences of her actions. when ryan chooses to stay with min-go despite getting a door, and when min-gi does the same later on.

i watched this show about a year ago, and it's still one of the best animated shows i've watched. it's so uncomfortably real sometimes, you stop and go "am i like that?" when a character does something wrong, you know that the show addresses it and their actions have consequences. the show doesn't hand out redemption arcs to everyone or sweep things under the rug like some shows *cough* steven universe and she-ra *cough*

there's a reason why a lot of people seem to relate more to villains than heroes, because villains are allowed to be flawed while also being sympathetic. infinity train managed to create a cast of protagonists who are exactly like that. they are more than heroes, they are people.

[phant0mth1ef]

oh i’ve finally decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road.

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CONTAINS DEMON SLAYER SPOILERS!!

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the hashira were considered to be some of the strongest people in the demon slayer corps, and they never failed to risk their lives for the sake of humanity.

you were a member of the hashira, the earth pillar. arguably one of the calmest members of the demon slayer corps due to your connection with your planet.

shinazugawa sanemi knew this. he knew that it was in your nature to try and help people, knew that you’d never turn your back on someone in need. not the way that he did.

he’d regetted being so angry at you for trying to reconcile him and genya, regretted getting so angry during your joint training missions together.

you’d fought together in the infinity castle, he’d stared at you the whole way down and yet the only thing in his mind was “god, i have to fight and protect her?”

the whole way down you were calm, too calm. brows slightly furrowed as you gripped your twin blades, your hands all the way up to your earth-themed sword hilts.

he’d been brutually wrong once he’d seen you in action. that calm demeanor was quickly replaced with anger, he’d watched you as your eyes met kokushibo. watched as the demon tore genya down, which only fueled your rage even more.

when you were both back on solid ground, you had the most menacing expression on your face. your haori was long gone by now, probably torn apart and bloody wherever it sat in the infinity castle.

your body was weak, but you couldn’t even head anywhere to get fixed up. shinobu was gone. himejima was gone. muichiro, mitsuri, even obanai. the sole surviving hashira were giyuu, shinazugawa, and yourself.

your swords had been broken in half, shinazugawa lied next to you in an even worse state than the one you were currently in.

you’d picked his body up, limp and heavy as you trudged back to the earth gardens. better known as your estate.

you’d patched him up after picking up aoi from shinobu’s estate and letting her know the news. you’d patched yourself up too, stitching together your own skin.

sanemi knew it was time for him to settle down. to find a life partner and keep going, his only question was who?

he’d figured out the answer to that when he’d woken up in your cozy cottage. the sounds of a nearby waterfall filled his ears as he got up, walking around your home.

he’d seen where your broken and discarded nichirin swords had been propped up as decoration, crossing each other as blood from kokushibo still lay smeared across one sword. the decorative case had a key in it. as if you weren’t fully sure of what you’d wanted to do with them.

he’d walked around your house, deliberately avoiding the room where he knew you were sat across one of the plush couches. he’d walked into a hallway littered with pictures. the first picture was of genya and yourself. that’s right, he thought. when he’d rejected his brother, you’d gladly taken him in as if he was your own family. each and every picture in your house was littered with those four, zenitsu, tanjiro, inosuke and genya. you’d taken the time and lit a candle around a sole picture of his brother.

he’d found you in your living room, large windows displaying the beautiful plants that littered the outside of your house.

“how the hell did i get here?” he’d asked you, your nose in a book as your fireplace roared.

“brought you here.”

“you? brought me all the way here? by yourself? bullshit. you live at least 20 kilometers away from the master’s mansion.” he didn’t know why he was acting this way, maybe he was scared.

“put you on my back and brought you all the way over here myself. who else would do it? giyuu? giyuu couldn’t even walk straight without tanjiro’s help.” you were too calm. it bothered him.

it was silent for a few minutes.

“thank you.” he’d mumbled out.

“mhm.” you’d acknowledged.

“your place is nice.” he’d taken a seat on one of your hanging chairs, almost falling due to the swinging.

little did he know that it’d become his place soon. that you’d become his wife.

[domain-expand-me]

A scenario that I haven't been able to get rid of...

Imagine

Gojo discovering autofellatio

Imagine Gojo who discovers self sucking through the internet, back when he's still a student, running around with Geto and Shoko. He was just scrolling the internet, trying to find something to get off too, when he comes across a video of a flexible guy sucking himself off.

Imagine Gojo hasn't fully learned how to control his infinity, and he's never 100% been able to get a person to touch him, skin on skin. He's the only one able to touch himself and rub against his skin.

Gojo gets so hard and throbbing just thinking about it, his mouth waters and he scrambles over to the bed near his wall to try it. Imagine his attempts to curl himself up the right way, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, trying so hard to lap at his own sticky tip.

Imagine he's not flexible enough though, and all he can do is lay with his back against the bed, his lower body propped up on the wall, his back aching as he jerks himself off, mouth wide open and tip pointed right at his tongue.

He starts training his flexibility after that, and when Geto or Shoko questions it, Gojo just claims it's to make it easier to fight. But we all know why he's really doing it.

Imagine the first time he's able to do it, curled up and just barely able to wrap his lips around his tip, his eyes fluttering and rolling back as he shoots his cum right against the back of his throat, choking on his own load as if it surprises him.

He gets better and better with time, keeping up his stretches and flexibility training under the ruse of being a better fighter. But at night when he's alone, he props his hips up against the wall and sucks himself off, choking on his own spit that's blocking his nostrils, and gagging on his spend filling up his mouth as his toes curl and his abs flex.

[let-me-be-an-egg-toast]

The Trains of Nimbasa (AU)

ever since i made a joke about the nimbasa trains being some sort of creepypasta backrooms type shit and my friend taking it seriously and comparing it to shinkansen 0, i said

"why not go wild with yet another story idea?"

SO HERE I PRESENT TO YOU

THE TRAINS OF NIMBASA AU!

Special mentions: @boar-cry, for influencing Part I of this

alright the premise is

the train station itself, is ALIVE, alongside the trains themselves. there's going to be some body and cosmic horror here, so brace thyselves /JJJJJ

some things are going to be very diff from the original games just to fit the lore

idk how to explain AUs so pls bear with me im explaining both the timeline and the creatures (warning: long ass content)

I. THE STATION OF NIMBASA.

also known as part I of the timeline which probably takes place in the 1970-80s.

the station of Nimbasa (or simply Nimbasa Station as of current time) was once a mysterious station that suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the outskirts of the city.

many people decided to check the station out for themselves, and it was found to be seemingly abandoned, with absolutely no employees or trains in sight. only the odor of oldness and rust was found, alongside the mysterious sound of steady running air, and the darkness of the tunnels, where numerous have reported the feeling of being watched by something.

people and even pokemon strayed far away from the station, but a few dared to go into the dark tunnels, where their light was snuffed out, and was never seen again.

the consistent reports of missing people who decided to go into the tunnels caused more to turn away from the station, fueling the rumors of it being haunted, or wild pokemon hiding in the dark, waiting for prey to foolishly go inside the tunnels.

so....what exactly happened to the people?

simple. they were eaten.

yep, you read that right. and guess what? the process is worse than you think.

WARNING: BODY HORROR, FEELING OF INFINITY

this isnt any simple "getting snatched by the abyss" or "swallowed by large maws straight to the afterlife"

picture this: you're a guy who decided to venture into the tunnels. the strange almost breath-like rhythm of the air around you doesn't deter you, and with a measly flashlight, you walk in the darkness.

the only things you see is the ground and the train tracks. when you shine your flashlight on anything else, you only see pitch black. the walls are still there - you felt them after all, and you just keep walking, and walking.

the tunnel grows warmer, and warmer. it fills with the stench of rot and decay, and the ground starts becoming more softer, accompanied by faint squishes. you point your flashlight downwards, but all you see now is pitch black.

for some reason, you don't stop walking. your feet hurt, your legs are numb, and your stomach growls and your eyes strain, but you don't stop walking. something is there, and you can feel it. you know it's waiting for you.

so you continue to walk. for a long, long time.

the tunnel seems to never end. and so does your determination.

your flesh feels heavy. it's always been heavy, but only now did you notice it's weight, burdening you with its existence.

suddenly, you feel it slowly lifting away. and you feel colder.

you feel some liquid pouring in pools and rivulets on your body, and and you feel something squish, your own body tensing and pulling and stretching as you walk. you still walk.

with every step, more and more things peel away from you, and you're lighter. you feel colder.

you feel closer to the tunnels.

you feel weak now. you prop yourself against the walls, and your fingers were thinner than you remembered. you feel your arm fall off. you still keep walking.

there was no light anymore. or maybe it was just your eyes.

you still keep walking.

you feel yourself fall apart. you trudge along. you move forward.

you keep "walking".

until you feel the last traces of your consciousness ebb from you, and you finally let your fatigue get the best of you, and you sleep.

the next day, you're reported missing.

OKAY SO UM BASICALLY (WOW DID I JUST LOCK IN LMAO) - you got both eaten AND digested.

that squishy ground? it's not really the train station itself - more like its half digested meals. also yes - your body fell apart piece by piece - skin, flesh, then bones.

also no - its not you who finds it weird they immediately deem u missing after just one day - you've actually been in the tunnel for a week now

THIS is how the station eats its victims, and so does its offspring, the trains, except its lit so you can literally see what happens to your body. good times.

anyways so the International Police formed a research group dedicated in researching the station - which evolved into the Undercover Bureau of Anomaly Investigation, in which one of its members goes on to establish the Aether Foundation, with his beloved daughter, Lusamine, becoming its president in the future.

in the same future, Colress would've become a member of the UBAI, helping in the research on the Station in exchange for help in studying the true strength of Pokemon.

UBAI motto: "We risk ourselves in the dark so others can thrive safely in the light."

the Station was determined to have been some sort of predatorial organism from another dimension. It had traces of energy matching those of the Ultra Beasts and the Ultra Wormholes, with further research furthering the theory it must've shared a world with one of the Beasts, specifically Stakataka. It's theorized that it probably didn't just stay in one dimension, and actually spread itself to other dimensions, multiplying and preying on the organisms there. One of dimensions must've also had humans, considering how the Station managed to perfectly camouflage as any other regular train station.

No organs have been successfully found except for the Heart, which only high ranking researchers and officials are aware of. The Heart itself is guarded by unnatural worm-like organisms spawning from the Station itself, presumably acting like a sort of antibody or white blood cell for the organism.

It was determined the Station uses frequencies lower than infrasound, influencing an organism's mind to continue going down its tunnels, successfully luring it to its doom.

With each organism consumed, the Station grows larger and larger, causing the UBAI to at first starve it to death, but it retaliated with the creation of large worm-like creatures to get prey for itself. Soon, this mechanism of its biology has been manipulated to create the trains that are now known today.

II. THE TRAINS OF NIMBASA.

title drop /JJJJJJJ

When the UBAI first cut open a Worm, they found metal making up its skeleton, which also served as its neural system where pure electricity can run through the entire creature. Its insides were hollowed out, perfect for storing and delivering prey for its Mother. Any organism that was chewed in its front mouth was found to be still alive in their forced and painful states.

It was discovered this was only but a prototype, with the Station creating more and more Worms that were scarily close enough in appearance to an actual train.

The UBAI found benefit in this however, creating numerous experiments where the Station was forced to make more of these proto-Worms. Many were discarded, but soon the UBAI managed to create the perfect Worm for their use: W-1, dubbed "Nimbasa". The first Engine.

Nimbasa was large and had thickened metal-ingrained skin that was close to being armor - with a premature form just like the proto-Worms, but with the train-esque capacities of the second stage Worms. Most importantly, it was mentally separated from the Station, having a will and mind of its own. It also had an operator cell - where operators would've gone to in order to directly control the brain in front of the cell.

The operator cell would've been fitted with a control panel connected directly to the brain, where the operator will form tracks using pieces in order to create a path that the Engine will follow without rebellion.

NImbasa was aggressive, however, often roaring and trying to bite its handlers. It was close to being discarded like its predecessors until others advocated for its training, where it was then conditioned to become human-tolerant.

The UBAI developed shells, which would disguise Nimbasa to look like an actual train, as well as keeping it under control. Soon, they took it for testing, which turned out positive.

Nimbasa was originally used for UBAI purposes only, but it was revealed to Unova a decade later, when UBAI developed two other Engines, W-2 and 3, or Anville and Duplet.

Anville and Duplet have been shown to be more docile than Nimbasa, but have not hesitated to retaliate if harmed in any way. This became even more apparent when Nimbasa and Anville started showing signs of hunger, beginning to bite at handlers.

So the food cell was developed.

The food cell is designed to line up to a room built at the end of the platforms in the Station. The door is remote controlled and only opens when a person is isolated. It is disguised to make it look like a room with a seat to let people rest, where unaware persons could be lured into and eventually fed to the Engines. I think we already know how said person gets eaten.

There are 6 operators for each Engine, with a work time of 4 hours each. They are supposed to not move a lot to prevent the Engine of being aware of the operator's presence, which will crush the operator using its muscles.

Before there were 3 operators only, and before that there was only one. Why?

Because of Duplet.

After a day, the sole operator for Duplet was found to have become merged with Duplet itself, still conscious but unable to separate. The operator did not survive despite tedious efforts.

After this, Duplet was found to become more docile, almost "quiet" in its nature, leading the UBAI to start researching more into the brains of the Engines, discovering they are more capable of emotion than once thought.

The UBAI tried replicating the merging with other (discarded) Worms, finding that it did not result in the same docile state as Duplet gained, backing up what UBAI had found about the Engines' psychology.

(old) diagrams of the Engines

(w/ Shellings: register stripe, eye holes, tinted visor, mouthguard, breathing holes)(Exposed: eyes, nostrils, skin flap, implanted wires)

These Engines can go as fast as a bullet train, making more people flock to the Station. 4 more Engines were produced: W-4 "Sundry" (suhn-dree), W-5 "Tandem" (5A "Green" and 5B "Tulip") and W-6 "Whistle"

(these trains actually line up with the ones in the game:

Nimbasa - Single

Anville - Anville

Duplet - Double

Sundry - Multi

Tandem - Super Single and Super Double

Whistle - Super Multi)

Sundry was a bit longer than first 3 Engines, having 2 more passenger cells, as well as more components giving it a tougher hide and smarter brain. It is one of the more energetic Engines, second to Whistle.

Tandem were twin trains accidentally produced, and can only travel in sync, almost "sharing" a brain, and are the most docile of the Engines. Green is as large as Nimbasa, with Tulip being as sleek as Duplet.

Whistle was the product of a procedure designed to try and replicate Sundry's model. Whistle is the fastest of the Engines, being known to bite when its energy is high.

Unfortunately, the Engines weren't the only organisms created by the Station.

insert smirking face

After Sundry was produced, the Station was discovered to have been making Engines of its own in secret. These Engines, dubbed the Station/Mimic Trains, looked like the UBAI Engines at first, before they became more closer and closer to ordinary trains in appearance.

The Station managed to grow tracks in abundance, finding and connecting them to other normal stations (that were still in use despite the popularity of the Station), letting the Station Trains pick up unsuspecting passengers and bringing them straight to the Station.

Ever since then, the station crew is required to look for stray tracks and cut them off, with Station Trains being eliminated using Fire and Psychic Pokemon.

However, due to this, the Station Trains evolved from being single-minded workers for the Station, to predators that actively hunt maintenance crew members in the tunnels. Yes, not just in the Station, but in other normal stations as well.

The seam where the glass and metal meets at the front is actually the mouth, and when opened, reveals almost human-like teeth, similar to the Engines. They also have front facing eyes, hidden in the front digital sign of their head (where trains would normally show the next stop)

(Mimic Train hunting Emmet in the shallow area of one of the Tunnels)

so just imagine, being a worker investigating the tunnels, and suddenly you see an unusual train in the dark that you didn't even HEAR coming, and its just slowly stalking you, its prey.

YES THEY ARE VERY SILENT.

they will use their headlight to momentarily blink or flash in the darkness, luring a worker to investigate, before consuming them.

The Station Trains are stronger than the Engines, and it has been part of protocol to NOT let them interact, reason being that the Engines might reconnect with the Station itself and turn on the handlers.

III. STATION CREW AND CHARACTERS

cracks knuckles

if you came here for Ingo and Emmet, welp, you'll finally get to know their place in this AU

BUT WAIT. LET ME EXPLAIN THE STATION CREW FIRST.

The Nimbasa Station actually has two sets of crews: the Upper Management and the Lower Management

Upper Management only knows themselves as the Station Crew, the normal workers, which keep up the normality facade of the Station. They are unaware of the truth of the Station, nor the UBAI.

Lower Management is the hands-on crew, personally selected by the UBAI based on their ability to follow orders efficiently and properly to a fault. They are to manage and care for the Engines, with examples being the handlers, the cleaners, the operators, etc.

UM and LM agents have the same green uniform, with the LM have a thin golden stripe running across their chest, separating them from UM.

LM are fitted with their own Lantern, which is designed to be an anchor against the anomalous properties of the Tunnels, "grounding" the agents and allowing them to return back from the Tunnels.

It releases its own frequency to counteract the Tunnels', as well as giving a brighter illumination than a normal flashlight.

So how do Ingo and Emmet fit here?

Well

They were working in another station at first, but they were big fans of the Nimbasa Station, and transferred there later in life. Some years later, they become the Subway Bosses we know.

No the Ingo Hisui thing doesn't happen here.

The UBAI realized that one conductor wasn't enough, and two were needed to head each of the Managements.

Ingo became head of Upper Management and Emmet of Lower Management.

Ingo was not made aware of Nimbasa Station's truth. Emmet was.

This was decided after Emmet decided to investigate the tunnels for himself without direct order, causing him to be hunted by a Station Train. This was set up by the UBAI themselves, just to test the newly promoted Subway Boss.

Safe to say, Emmet is more than a little shaken.

Ingo thinks Emmet is of the same level as him, and the latter is just sweating bullets like "yeah Ingo, my job is definitely the same as yours and not being management of biomechanical creatures who we thought were just trains and that the station we work at is an organism itself"

Its a constant internal battle of stopping himself from telling Ingo the truth, on why he has to work more hours than him, on why he can investigate the tunnels and Ingo can't, and why he's just so nervous and not very fine whenever he sees someone enter The Room in the platform because Arceus knows what the UBAI would do to Ingo if he told him

Extras/Trivia:

parts 1 and 2 were actually all my 3 branching ideas I had for this AU (station being alive and terrifying, trains being evangelion-esque creatures, trains being predatorial creatures in disguise)

I wanted to incorporate all of them in some way cuz they're so goddamn good and considering you're reading this I managed to do it 😼

There's a group called the Eradication Taskforce in this AU, comprised of former agents and researchers of the UBAI itself, who defected and plan on eliminating the Station itself

Ingo also gets hunted by a Station Train later on which leads him to discover the truth

[jujuicykaisen]

Of Mochi and Menaces - Satoru Gojo x Reader

A small interlude. Takes place just before Gojo rocks up to check on Megumi in Episode 2.

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Kiyotaka Ijichi (briefly)

Contents: gn!reader

Satoru Gojo

You gazed down at the map on your phone, thumbs poised to pinch the screen and zoom in on the location of the curse in your mission brief. You always preferred to scope out the place digitally before setting foot in the area. Sometimes there wasn't time to get a good visual of the playing field when you arrived on the scene, especially if the curse was particularly nasty and noticed you right away.

Before you could, a head of snowy white hair poked over your shoulder like a giant dandelion drooping down and blindfolded (but still bizarrely all-seeing) eyes peered at your phone.

“Ooh, you're going to Sendai?” Satoru Gojo asked, in his usual, playful tone.

Also, as usual, his concept of personal space extended only to him—rigorously enforced by his Infinity. Your personal space, on the other hand? Non-existent.

You couldn't feel the Infinity barrier as such, because it wasn't like a solid wall. It was the endless slowing of time as anything got closer and closer to him. So you'd only really notice it if you went out of your way to touch him.

“Yeah, there’s a curse down there that needs taking care of,” you said, working your shoulder a little to get the oversized Q-tip off you. 

“Mind if I tag along?” Gojo asked. “I’ve got an…errand there, myself.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, head tilting. “You couldn’t have said that any less suspiciously.”

Gojo chuckled in the back of his throat. “Just keeping you on your toes. I really do have an errand to take care of. And since we’re going to Sendai, I get to stop by Kikusuian for the best sweets in Japan.”

He dragged his hand down over his mouth, making a quiet groaning sound. You’d known Gojo for long enough to know exactly how much of a sugar fiend he was. Yes, he was an exceptionally capable sorcerer, but he also crumbled like a cookie as soon as he was confronted with snacks and sweets. It proved useful for the times you had to bribe him into doing stuff. 

“Are you sure you actually have an errand and this isn’t just an excuse?”

Gojo grinned at you, propping his elbow on your shoulder and using you as an arm-rest. “Even if it is, you should count yourself lucky! It’s not every little sorcerer that gets to say they went to Sendai with Gojo-senpai.”

You shrugged him off your shoulder—he had pointy elbows. “You can come along if you promise never to call yourself Gojo-senpai again.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Gojo sighed, propping his hands on his hips, “but I suppose it’s worth it for the kikufuku. I hope you know you’re getting the best deal out of this. Most sorcerers would be honoured for the pleasure of my company on a trip.”

“I’m sure they would,” you said dryly, looking up as a black sedan pulled up beside the entrance to the Tokyo Jujutsu High campus. 

Ijichi was one of the assistant manager at the school, which sometimes translated to chauffeur, as well. He’d been kind enough to offer you a lift to the bullet train. Something he was no doubt regretting when he looked out of the tinted windows and spotted one Satoru Gojo standing at your shoulder, waving menacingly. Ijichi’s mouth opened in dismay. 

“Sorry,” you said, the moment you opened the door. “He’s tagging along.”

“Why are you apologising for me?” Gojo asked, folding his long limbs into the low-slung car. It was pretty roomy at the back, so he could stretch his legs out. He clasped his seatbelt with a pout. “Ijichi’s delighted to be driving me. Aren’t you, Ijichi?”

“Don’t answer that,” you advised. 

“Understood,” Ijichi said, aiming a nervous look at Gojo in the rear-view mirror. 

Somehow, you managed to get through the drive and a ninety-minute bullet train ride without incident, save for Gojo’s occasional jabbering. You didn’t find him as annoying as some of his other fellow sorcerers did. Ether you had a higher tolerance for him, or he was less of a pain in the ass toward you as he was toward the others. Either way, you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. At least he wasn’t slipping notes into your pocket with badly-drawn penises on them. Nanami still hadn’t let him live that down.

“So what are you doing in Sendai?” you asked him, as he trailed after you from the station, breathing in the cool evening air. It was tinged slightly with the smell of traffic, but much fresher than the recycled air conditioning of a bullet train. “Aside from buying mochi.”

“Not just any mochi!” he corrected you. “Kikufuku mochi!”

Yeah, as if that was enough reason to come so far. He was definitely up to some other business while he was here. 

“C’mon, if you don’t wanna say, then just tell me you can’t talk about it,” you muttered, waving off his paper-thin diversion tactics. 

“Aww, don’t be like that,” he cooed, slinging an arm around your shoulders and sending you stumbling along as he started to corral you toward the Kikusuian stall. “I’m checking up on one of my students, but it’s super top secret, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. You can buy me some mochi to ensure my silence.”

“A Binding Vow sealed with mochi? Now that’s the kind of jujutsu sorcery I can get behind,” Gojo enthused. 

He all but herded you toward the famous stall, only to abandon you once he got there and plant his hands on the counter, inhaling the sweet, doughy scent of the mochi. He let out a blissful sigh, before turning his attention to the young woman behind the stall.

“I’ll take two dozen of your finest zenda and whipped cream kikufuku, please!” 

It seemed this wasn’t his first visit here, because she didn’t blink at the sight of an excessively tall, blindfolded man looming over, waving a shiny black bank card toward her. Ever the professional, the server smiled, bowed slightly and turned to go, until your voice stopped her.

“Sorry, this guy’s getting some for me too,” you said. If it was anyone else, you would have elbowed Gojo, but his stupid Infinity would mean your elbow never made contact unless he allowed it. “Please could I have a half dozen of the matcha.”

The girl shot a curious glance at Gojo, who grinned and hooked an arm around your waist to drag you into his side, poking his finger into your cheek. “Sure, treating my destitute little kohai here.”

Your eyelid twitched, but you said nothing that would risk the safety of your mochi before it reached your hands. You could call him an ass later. 

The server gave a slightly strained smile, before hurrying off to fulfill both orders. You carefully extricated yourself from Gojo’s embarrassing hold, and tugged your jacket straight. He made a noise of amusement in the back of his throat and opened his mouth to speak, when his phone chirped. His smile dimmed, then faded into an annoyed moue. 

“Ugh.” He held the phone to his ear. “Yeah?”

You couldn’t hear the details of the call from the other end of the line, but you could tell Gojo didn’t like whoever he was talking to by the annoyed set of his shoulders. He tilted his head back in a way that suggested he was rolling his eyes under his blindfold, and made circling, ‘hurry up’ gestures. 

“Fine. I said, fine. What, do you need it in writing? Jeez.”

He hung up with an annoyed sigh, just as the server returned with a paper gift bag, and a smaller box of matcha mochi. 

“Thanks!” Gojo chirped, reaching out to take the confectionary.

He turned to you.

“Sorry to cut our little date here short, but the higher-ups are on my ass. I need to go check on my student. Good luck with your curse!”

“Date?” you sputtered, a bit taken aback to hear that word coming out of his mouth. “Gojo, what—”

Before you could ask anything else, he vanished. Warping himself away to wherever his student was nearby. It was only when you were left standing in the street, empty-handed, that you realised he’d made off with your matcha mochi too. 

“Damn it!”

[sugarxlumps]

All Riled Up

I went overboard with the smut, if that's even a thing. So consider yourselves warned!

CONTENT: explicit, explicit smut,Gojo hard dom, uses his infinity as punishment, gojo being annoying, mating press squirting, choking, degradation, pet names (princess, sweetheart), multiple orgasms, etc.

You were fuming by the second. Gojo has been driving you insane showing up uninvited, crashing your missions, interrupting your training, and all the incessant, teasing comments. At this rate, Nanami wasn't going to grant your promotion… it’s either Gojo’s trying to completely redirect your mission or he takes it upon himself to show off and end it so you two can get something to eat… it’s been going on for over a week now.

Granted, he knew you were more than capable, you didn’t need that promotion from Nanami. He found himself rather jealous you weren’t his student instead. That way he could never take his eyes off you. You were intoxicating to him since the day he laid eyes on you. He had to have you, simply watching wasn’t cutting it.

Just as annoyed you were of him, you knew to keep your head straight. You felt like prey, intimated by his intense six-eyes gaze alone that could swallow you whole, even through his blindfolds glasses. At night you wish he did, when you tossed and turned, with an ache in your belly that couldn’t be satisfied, that you knew could only be satisfied by him. It drove you insane, imagining what he could look like under his black sleek uniform. Or the way his skilled hands would work over your body, the way his tongue could dip into your aching pussy. Or better yet, his c-

“Y/n!” Megumi called you back from your imagination once again. You couldn’t explain it, the more annoyed you were throughout the week, the ache in your belly grew… making you even more annoyed that you couldn’t get rid of it yourself.

“What’s got you riled up?” Megumi grunted, “Your cursed energy just burnt up my books.”

“Oh! Geez, sorry Megumi. I didn’t mean to, I’ve just got a lot on my mind. I’ll get you new ones” you apologized.

As the day ended, you headed over to Gojo’s office to request new books for Megumi, attempting to wrangle in your energy before seeing him. It’s the last thing you needed to hear about right now, especially from the source of it all.

“Hey sweetness, come to give me some company?” He smirked, reclined in his seat with his feet propped on his desk.

“Luckily, no.” You crossed your arms, you annoyance already peaking. “I’ve just come to get some new books for Megumi. His… he needs new ones”

He chuckled “And why couldn’t he get them himself? Are you doing favors for everyone around here but me?” He smirked “I’m jealous”

Your annoyance continues to build, your body heating up “No, I-“ you huff in annoyance, “ I burnt them by accident”

He laughed, standing up from his seat to walk around to the front of the desk, leaning on it with his arms folded over his chest. He still towers over you despite his leaning posture and he looked different out of uniform. Dressed in tan slacks and a white button down shirt, that encased his frame perfectly. Highlighting his neck and chest as he left the top two buttons open. Tapering perfectly to sculpt his broad shoulders. His sleeves rolled up and hugging his forearms, accentuating his veins. You shifted in your stance, trying to resist the temptation to rub your thighs together for relief.

“I can guess how. Seems like someone needs to get their cursed energy in check, hm?” He smirked devilishly

You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth to the point you thought they might crack. “Well if it weren’t for your incessant annoying face, there wouldn’t be anything to check, Gojo” you spat, finally snapping. Your energy was flaming now.

Gojo simply threw his head back laughing. “Easy, sweetheart.” He raised his hands up in defense. “Now I’d consider it an honor if you’re getting that riled up just for me” he tilted his glasses, his eyes devouring yours. He stepped closer, peering down at you as he fully removed his glasses to reveal his celestial blue orbs.

You glared at him still, no matter how intimidating it was to be standing beneath him, like hunter and prey.

“I wouldn’t. And it’s not just for you, Gojo. Last I checked, the world didn’t revolve around you." you lied through your teeth, refusing to back down.

He chuckled deeply, taking another step toward you, only mere inches from your lips. The heat in your body rises even more, making you uncomfortable as you swallowed for air. His whole demeanor darkened, even his eyes… something… dark hid beneath them.

He licked his lips “Mm is that so? Well,” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, making you gasp in surprise at the contact as he traces it down your neck “Last I checked princess, your world has been revolving around me lately.”

You swear your skin is hot to the touch. You feel your wetness threatening to drip down your legs, wishing you would’ve taken the moment to rub your thighs at the least a little to ease the tension.

“N-no Gojo Sensei.” You mutter as you shake your head timidly.

He laughs darkly, “Sensei? Now you’re getting really desperate.”

He traces his fingers down your arm and over your waist. “I can see right through you, y/n. Your cursed energy is the worst I’ve seen it. I know you're dripping wet and I know you haven’t been able to satisfy yourself. I know you’ve been-“ he sweeps his hand under your skirt, burning a trail up your thigh with his fingers. He slides past your underwear trailing up your stomach. He leans in close to your ear, his breath sending hot shivers down your spine “Thinking about how I’d fuck you right”

You feel dizzy. You whimper softly and grab onto his arm to steady yourself. God he knows just how to push your buttons. So this is what it’s been. This is what you needed.

“If you wanted my attention sweetheart, all you had to do was ask” he chuckled at your reaction. You sighed loudly as he finally kissed you. His hands wrapping around you and roaming you body all at once. It was slow and intense, the way his soft lips melded with yours and the way his hands pressed against you. It was overwhelming, but everything you craved. You moaned into each others mouths, savoring how good you felt against each other, regretting how long you both went without this

His hands ripped the buttons of your uniform, exposing you bra cupping your supple breasts.

“God you’re beautiful” his eyes raked over your face down to your torso.

“But you- you haven’t fully seen me yet” you blush.

“I don’t need to princess, I know you’re perfect. But I agree we should” be smirked, licking his lips. He tore you bra apart as you gasped at his carnal behavior. “See? Perfect.” He said as he sucked and gently tugged on your nipple.

You moaned loudly again, whimpering as he teased you. He kneaded your breasts as he kissed his way up your neck and bit hard, making you bruise to mark you as his own. You hands entangle in his hair and gripped at his expensive shirt.

His hand made its way up your skirt again, his knuckle grinding against your clothed entrance, making your eyes roll as you yelp out another moan. He places a hand over your mouth to muffle you as you grab onto him to brace yourself.

“You’re gonna get us caught baby” he chuckled.

“I-I’m sorry Gojo please. Please just don’t stop, I’ll be quiet” you whine.

“Begging already and I haven’t even begun, huh?” He laughed. “I’d love to show everyone how good I'll make you feel on my cock, but I want your screams to be for my ears only tonight”

He folded his hands, and in the blink of an eye, you were suddenly in his bed. This was really happening. Here, in your professor’s bed. Gojo’s bed.

He wasted no time returning to make marks on your neck, his hands burning trails down your abdomen as he feverishly roams your body. He’s never craved, no, needed anything so badly before. He needed you as much as you needed him, and he was intent on showing you.

He lowered his head down between your thighs, massaging them as he kissed his way down.

You felt like you could explode right then and there, just from this. That the moment he touched you there again you might be done. The heat and tightness in your core was so intense, almost unbearable.

“Easy Angel,” he chuckled sadistically, “I’ll take good care of you.”

He fingered your clothed pussy, the fabric of it rubbing your clit was a different sensation, your mouth opening up in a silent moan. “Though,” he smirked, “I absolutely love how wet you are for me. Looks like you were all riled up just for me after all, huh baby?”

He bit your thigh before lowering himself to press flat licks of his tongue onto your cunt, soaking it more. You gripped his expensive sheets so tightly, tossing and turning your head as he continued. He slid them aside finally getting to see your sweet cunt for himself and his eyes darkened with something beyond lust.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re gonna be the end of me” his hot breaths on your sopping pussy sent shivers down your spine.

He pushed his tongue onto your wet folds, devouring you feverishly, making you scream loudly at the sensations. He groaned into you at the sound of your voice, the vibrations on your folds causing your hips to grind on him for more, but he’s quick to pin you down with his arms pressing your legs to your chest. You feel vulnerable like this, sopping wet and spread out just for him. You never thought you’d be like this, at Gojo’s mercy, begging for his touch.

The heat in your core was building, the tightening feeling in your stomach threatening to snap. He sucked on your clit harshly, then prodded his tongue into your pussy, dragging out a series of moans from you. Meanwhile Gojo’s committing this to memory, all of it. Your screams, the way your skin feels, the way your pussy drips just for him, your sweet taste. He knew he wouldn’t be able to live without it. Your moans we’re so lewd, so desperate, it almost didn’t sound like you.

“G-gojo, I-“ you cry out, “I’m gonna cum!” Every muscle was tightening in your body.

You feel a sudden emptiness where his tongue used to be, quickly snapping your head up to look at him.

Gojo laughs, “You thought I’d let you have it that quick? I wanna play around with you more, pretty girl”

You pout and huff, but quickly grip the bed again as he pushes two fingers into you. You throw your head back and scream in ecstasy. The stretch was so sudden, almost too much, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like.

Gojo chuckles in satisfaction “Fuck, just as I thought. Your pussy’s so tight princess, it’s sucking my fingers right back in” he fingers you slowly, your legs shaking; but he pressed them open, his bright blue eyes taking in your body.

“And it’s just with two fingers, can’t wait to feel how you’ll wrap around my cock” he teases. The tightness in your core builds again, you legs shaking dangerously as your cries fall upon his ears like a melody.

“Gojo please. I want them off- I need to feel more of you, please” you whine, tears threatening to come to your eyes, but you choke them back.

He chuckles again “we both have been waiting too long for this y/n, I’m gonna make sure I take my damn time with you”

You sigh and roll your eyes in frustration. But he was quick to put his large hand to your throat, quickly silencing you.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He Gojo growled, making you whimper in submission, his fingers halted inside you still.

“That’s punishment number one princess. You’re gonna be a good girl for me and take what I give you.”

You sigh as your pussy clenches at his new name from you. You wanna hear it again, his eyes boring into yours as he claims you.

He lets out a dark laugh “So you like that, baby? You like being my slut?”

You whine and attempt to nod your head, but he wasn’t satisfied. He grips harder at your neck, “Answer me.” He growls.

“Ah! Yes! Yes, Gojo I’ll be a good girl, I love being your slut!” You scream in desperation. Waiting for him to move his fingers again.

“Mm so good for me.” He smiles, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you, eliciting another groan from you.

“Say my name princess. I’m sure we’ve become comfortable with each other by now” he smirks, licking his lips before delving into your folds as he continues to drag his fingers against the walls of your sopping pussy. You know you’ve already made a mess all over his sheets, but he devours you as to not waste anymore of your sweet juices.

He pushes against your sweet spot with ease, throwing your hands in his hair as he sucks relentlessly on your clit, his fingers continuing to torment your sensitive spot, quickly bringing you into the brink of cumming again.

“Oh my god, fuck- S-Satoru!” He groans hearing your name spill from his mouth, “Satoru, I-I’m gonna cum!” You tense and your pussy tightens even more, the heat in you body rising and the coil in your stomach threatening to snap.

Gojo continues to bully your cunt, continuing to suck on your clit “Come on, slut. Cum all over your senpai’s face” he encourages, bringing you into ecstasy.

Your body tremors as you cum, your screams almost making your throat hurt you’re sure you won’t have a voice tomorrow. You ride out your orgasm, making a mess on his sweet lips as he replaces his fingers with his tongue to collect every drop of you.

As your body winds down and your out of breathe he wipes your mess from his face

“Atta girl, knew you’d be so good for me. You taste so fucking good.”

Gojo tears your panties off with ease, wasting no time to finally lay you bare. His bright cerulean eyes rake over you intensely, studying your body to ingrain it in his head. Your cheeks burn as you avert your gaze.

He gently brings your chin to face him, leaning over you.

“Don’t be shy now sweetness, I’m just getting started. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this” Gojo kisses you intensely, grinding against you and you can feel the large bulge in his pants making you gasp at the sheer size.

He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips, kissing you heatedly swallowing your whines while he massages your breasts and pinches your nipples.

He rises from the bed and undresses, and you pause like a deer in headlights captivated by his god-like torso that he reveals. His broad chest towering over you, your eyes trailing down his chiseled abdomen and down to his v lines. Only until he removes his boxers is when you’re really stunned in awe. Your mouth drops at the sight of it. He’s a truly perfect human being, and he’s here at your fingertips. About to deliver you the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life.

“See something you like, baby?” He teased chuckling, towering his way over you. You crawl over and meet him on the edge of the bed, his overwhelming cock right before you. He grab it gently, making him groan.

“That’s all it took, huh?” You teased, you had no idea what got into you, but seeing him like this under your touch soaked you even more. Here, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer, your professor, feigning for your touch.

He grabs your hair behind you, tilting your head to look up at him. “Don’t think you want a reminder of who’s in charge here tonight, sweetie.” His other hand traces your jaw, his thumb sweeping over your lips to open your mouth.

“Now open wide and take it like the slut you are”

He pushes your head forward as your mouth wraps around his cock, tears welling in your eyes as he fucks your mouth with it. You relinquished all control and put your hands on his thighs to brace yourself, gagging on his cock trying your best to take in his length, trying your best to open up enough to accommodate his girth. He fights the urge to close his eyes in euphoria, he loves seeing you like this. Vulnerable, eager to please him, your teary doe eyes looking up at him.

“Ugh fuck princess, you suck this cock so fucking good. You like making me feel good, huh?” He bites his lip peering down at you. You look up at him, moaning in agreement, swirling your tongue around him eliciting yet another groan as his grip on your hair tightens.

“Jesus y/n, if you keep going like that you’re gonna make me cum” he groans. You take the opportunity to try to force him deeper, sucking him even more intently. Excited with the thought of him cumming because of you makes you wet and the coil in your tummy begins to tighten.

He groans loudly before pulling you away from his cock, a string of saliva connecting from your lips.

Gojo chuckles, grabbing your cheeks. “Someone WANTED me to cum, huh? What a needy little slut you are, hungry for my cum that bad?” He turns you around to spank you hard, causing you to yelp and whine from the sting of the contact.

He flips you around on your back and slowly sweeps hot kisses over your body, making you squirm with anticipation, but he’s quick to hold you down. He trails up your thighs and lands a kiss on your clit making you yelp.

“Satoru please! You’ve teased me enough! I-I need you inside me!” He whine

“God I love hearing your voice sweetheart. But I’m done teasing when I say I’m done.” He growled harshly, pinning your hands over your head and sucking on your nipple, making you arch your back for more of his touch, anything from him.

He finally reaches down to grab his throbbing cock to put it between you slick folds. You whine at the weight of it. It’s so heavy and thick as he drags it over your clit.

“Satoru, please!” You whine, scratching at his back, bucking your hips to meet his in hopes he’d give in. Instead, he grips your hips tightly, tight enough to leave bruises the next day, and puts his hand to your throat.

“Be fucking patient, angel” he threatened, his eyes darkening onto yours. “Or I’ll really teach you what it’s like to wait”

He slides his thick cock over your clit twice more, lubing himself up before he prods at your entrance and you look down to see it.

“Eyes on me right now princess” he demands. His eyes devour yours as he slowly sinks his cock into your sopping cunt, you both moan loudly. His cock delving deeper into your walls inch by inch and you do nothing but arch your back and dig you nails into his in attempt to tolerate his size.

It seems like forever until he bottoms out, hitting what seemed like far past your cervix.

“God damn baby, f-fuck!” He bit his lip, “your pussy’s so fucking tight for me.” He drags his cock back out, to shove it back into you roughly. He begins fucking you mercilessly, taking no time to pin your legs to your chest, making you scream his name at the spot he’s able to hit, to bully over and over until you’re shaking once again.

He plants harsh kisses in your neck as he continues to thrust into you. Your sinful moans fill his ears and encourages him to fuck you harder, if it was even possible. The room filled with the sounds of the headboard denting the wall, both of your moans, your screams, the sound of your bodies clashing relentlessly. God you loved it. Loved him. Everything he did, everything he was. Your mind was going blank, only thinking of the euphoric sensation of his cock stretching your walls and punishing your sweet spot. It wasn’t long before the heat in your tummy began to build, and it came suddenly.

“Ah! S-Satoru! I-I’m im gonna cum! God please don’t stop! I’m gonna c-cum!”

You grab a hold of him tighter, digging your nails into his back, making him groan aloud.

“C’mon slut. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock, yeah?” He urged, his hand moving down to play with you clit and you lost all control. Your body shook and you screamed his name like a prayer. Your vision flashed white as your orgasm overwhelmed you, as Gojo continued to fuck you through it. And he didn’t let up.

“You can give me another one, huh sweetheart? I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good in my cock” he promised, continuing to thrust into you as you moan. He kissed you hungrily, as you begin to lose your vision, your mind only focusing on how good Gojo's fucking you,

"Whatta cute face. Only for me, hm? I don't want you making those faces for anyone else, got it?" He growled, toying with your clit to send you over the edge.

Your third orgasm came quick, washing over you again as you trembled in his arms. He slowed his thrusts to allow you to catch your breath.

He slowly pulled out of you, admiring the white ring of cream you’ve left on his cock. Admiring your fucked out state when he’s not even close to being finished with you.

“How are we feeling, sweetness?” He checks in, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear tenderly.

“A-amazing” you managed to breath, your hands placed on his chest. You pussy ached for more already, missing the way his cock filled you just right and clenching around nothing.

“Ready for me to fuck you against this head board, baby?” He smirked. You nodded eagerly, propping yourself against it on all fours, your ass in the air ready for him.

He laughs at your excitement. “Someone’s eager, hm? Why don’t you do it yourself, slut”

You line yourself up with his cock, his tip at your entrance and you move back to meet it, but a force prevents you from impaling yourself on his cock. You try again, and your confusion builds. You look behind you at him in desperation for help, to see he’s not holding you back. Instead, he’s watching you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Satoru?” You questioned warily.

“Punishment number one, angel” he chuckled. You attempt again to try to move back on his cock, your pussy aching even more, clenching tighter and tighter around nothing.

You realized he’s turned his infinity on, and you whimper in frustration. “Don’t underestimate me y/n. You’re getting too greedy baby, where are your manners?”

“P-please, Satoru! I’m begging you, please fuck me. I-I wanna feel how your cock stretches my pussy when your behind me like this, please! Fuck me hard against the headboard” you beg endlessly, as you peer from behind at him, tears now falling past your cheeks. He is eyes rave at the way you beg for him, the way your pussy begs and drips onto his sheets.

He chuckled sadistically “That’s a good girl, wasn’t so hard, hm?” Without warning, he grabs a hold of your hips, and impales on his thick cock, reaching a new depth inside you, you swear you’re gonna burst. You scream loudly, loud enough you’re sure everyone around you heard.

He continues to fuck you hard and thoroughly, making you feel every vein, every inch of his cock, as he memorized every fold of your cunt. “That’ll teach you to mind your place, huh pretty girl? Such a good fucking good girl for me” he grunts.

Tears continue to stream down your cheeks, this time, in response to how overwhelmed you are with the pleasure he’s giving you. Easily, your orgasm threatens to burst, “O-oh my g-god Satoru! Satoru, you’re gonna m-make me c-cum!” You scream, clenching the sheets.

He grabs a hold of your hair, and tugs on it. Helping you up as you grab the headboard, your back pressed to his chest and your head leaning against his.

“You better, slut. C’mon, make a mess for daddy” he growls in your ear. Your eyes widen at his words, and you squirt all over him, dripping against his balls and ruining his sheets even more. You grip the headboard so tight, you’re convinced it’ll break.

“Satoru, Satoru, Satoru!” You yell his name like a mantra. He chuckles in your ear. The second your orgasm slows, he flips you over to your back forcefully, not giving you time to adjust as he enters you again, forcing your legs to your chest.

“S-shit princess, your pussy’s so damn perfect. You’re gonna make me cum” he grunted, thrusting sinfully into you, your moans incoherent and your mind blank.

“Y-yes please, Satoru. P-please cum. Cum inside me!” You whimper, already close to another orgasm as they keep coming.

“Shit baby don’t say that.” He growled, putting a hand to your throat as an attempt to silence you so you don’t drive him over the edge. But your wet cunt is squeezing him ruthlessly and he’s using all of his strength not to give in. He grits his teeth and growls, brutally pounding his cock deep into your cervix at an unforgiving pace. All you could do was whimper and take it, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your brain melts, another orgasm approaching that you didn’t think was possible.

“Ah f-fuck fuck fuck take it baby, I’m gonna make sure you fucking take all of this” your body tightens and your whimpers elevate to screams of his name, your nails digging into his back you were almost positive he bled.

“S-satoru, I-I’m, i-it’s too m-mu-“ you stutter, you can't manage to make out the words

“I know sweetheart, but you can take it for me yeah? Be a good girl and give me one more” Gojo urges, his voice cracking as he struggles to keep himself together, removing his hand from your neck to abuse your clit.

“Oh my god!” You scream, using whatever your throat can muster as your orgasm surges through you, bigger than the previous. Your mind goes numb, existing of nothing but him.

Seeing you cum sets him over the edge, after a few more thrusts to ride your orgasm out, he gives into his own, groaning as he fills you up, yet refusing to look away from you, he wouldn’t miss you in this state, knowing he’s the only one that can put you there.

As he stills inside you, you come down from your high, both of you panting. He pulls out of you, making you moan from the emptiness of where his cock was for the whole night, yet feeling so full from how deep his cum was inside you.

He tenderly kissed your forehead and laid himself next to you. He gently shifted his arm to pull you closer to him, wanting to study your features again. You were breathless looking at him, his touch such a sharp contrast to his actions just minutes ago when he was pounding you.

“So” he smirks, tracing your jaw, “I take it I should annoy you more often, huh?”

[frytk-a]

I saw all of us strangers for the second time today and cried like a baby (again)

I have a lot of thoughts so here are my theories cos I needed to get this out of my system

(major spoilers below)

okay so after the first time I watched it, I wasn't sure, but now I really think that adam dies in a fire during the movie. in a twisted way, thinking of it this way hurts me less cos at least he doesn't have to live with all that happened :")

there is so much red in the film. red/sunset coloured lighting is a recurring theme, especially when adam is shown. there are also so many red props, clothes, decorations, literally so much of it. a lamp in Adam's apartment, multiple things in the box from his childhood, red lining of Adam's jacket, his father's shirt, his mother's belt, earrings, nails in a later scene, so many things in his childhood home and room

and when the film starts, there's this red reflection of adam in his window, and then we see a red point on the horizon, kinda like the sun but not really, that grows and then the whole screen turns red/orange and the title appears

the film starts with a fire alarm going off. when adam and harry first meet, adam is listening to the power of love and the last verse before he pauses it to open the door is "feels like fire"

then there is harry's comment regarding the alarm, that one day it's going to be for real

when Adam is at his parents' for the first time, his dad says something like must be hard, leaving with all this smoke (about living in a big city like london) and then when they're reminiscing, they talk about a bonfire night and adam being scared of fireworks

in the club scene, there's a lot of red lights as well and at one point, adam starts yelling like he's in great pain. I feel like this is the moment when in real life the fire gets bad

after that, he's suddenly in his parents' house again

when they are decorating the christmas tree, there's a shot of adam sitting on the floor with a fireplace right behind him

when he's in bed with his parents and then turns and harry's there instead, blue lights appear like from an ambulance. there are background noises that you could hear inside an ambulance as well.

the first time I watched the film, I thought it's about his parents accident, but now I think it's actually him being in an ambulance, as he wasn't anywhere near his parents' car crash

then he's on the tube and starts coughing real bad as you would from fire smoke (coughing and breathlessness also come up a couple more times throughout the movie) he sees his distorted reflection that changes into him as a child and wakes up with harry

one more recurring thing is adam being hot. that's what harry tells him before he has a bath, what his mom tells him when they're decorating the christmas tree, and again during their last meeting

after the tube scene and adam waking up (why is it still sunday?), I feel like there's less red lighting in the scenes that follow (however, the lighting in the last scene is very red and the last scene with his parents is quite golden)

maybe I'm reaching, but it really feels like all these can be subtle cues that he dies in a fire and we see him in between life and death. most of those can be attributed to different things that are happening, like being hot after getting caught in the rain, screaming when he's on drugs etc., but I feel like when put together they paint a different picture

there are also a lot of scenes where we see Adam's reflection (basically every time he's on the train, on the tube, in the first scene)

and when he's in the elevator with harry in the early stage of the film, it's shot in this way that we see their reflections, and cos there's a mirror on the other side of the elevator as well, there's an infinity of them, each reflection getting smaller and more blurry

I feel like all these symbolise being in between the worlds and the passage from life to death

(side note, when adam takes harry to his parents, I feel like this is when harry realises he is dead and that's why he gets so freaked out when he notices them. cos they're dead. so if he can see them, it means he is too 😭)

thanks for coming to my ted talk

edit: I'm listening to an all of us strangers playlist and one time Adam's at his parents', a song called "I don't want to set the world on fire" plays (i think it's when he's there for the first time?)

also the song that plays in the club scene is literally called "death of a party" :")

I'm also now thinking that in the club, the lights keep changing from red to blue and these colours could also be associated with ambulance lights, give me a break I can't do this anymore

[trojanteapot]

Cosplay Fixin' Time: Infinity Train

So a while back I made posts about some props I'd created for my Simon Laurent cosplay. There was the harpoon pack, and the boots.

Pictured: An embarrassing idiot cosplaying an embarrassing idiot.

So at the time I was a cheapass, and just used whatever I could find that was left over from a bunch of other stuff, or the cheapest materials from my local craft store, even stuff from the dollar store!

I'm not really going to make any huge modifications, but after wearing it a few times there were some signs of wear and tear. I'm going to show you how I fixed it, and suggestions for substitute materials you can use so that yours will be sturdier and less prone to breaking!

NOTE: These tips are going to involve TOXIC SUBSTANCES. But for safety reasons, I will also give substitutions for non-toxic replacements.

The Boots

The first thing I found out was that after a weekend of walking around in them, the toe caps had large cracks in them!

[I forgot to take pics of the cracks, but you can see from the images below how extensive they were. ]

This is because I had used Model Magic to fill in the gaps initially, instead of a stronger air dry clay. So in order to fix it, I knew what I needed to do.

First I glued down the cracks with superglue so it's nice and solid, and won't crack more. Then, I used... Milliput!

It comes in a variety of colours: white, black, turquoise blue, sad puke-brown, I went with the last one because it was on sale.

This is an epoxy putty, which means that it has two parts you need to mix equal portions of together in order for it to cure. Otherwise it stays malleable.

Now, because it is an EPOXY PUTTY, it is therefore TOXIC, and you must wear gloves while handling it!!!! But once it dries, it takes on a hard, smooth, plastic-like texture! And it isn't brittle and flaky like Model Magic.

For a non-toxic substitute, you could go with traditional air dry clays, but just not Model Magic, or anything as light and fluffy. I would recommend something like Paperclay.

I've used Paperclay before to make stuff like horns, and even details on Pearl's staff! It definitely dries into more of a clay texture than Milliput though. (Yes I have cosplayed Pearl from Steven Universe before. No, I will not be posting pictures. They are embarrassing.)

Here's how the boots looked after the Milliput dried, and I sanded and repainted the boots. Pretty good! Well okay I know that it still looks like blobs of stuff but hey, for me, pretty good is it'll look good in photos, not in extreme closeups.

Another thing I did for the paint was that I noticed glossy Mod Podge is kind of sticky even when dry? So I sprayed everything with Mr. Super Clear Gloss Varnish.

This sealant is HIGHLY TOXIC so I had to spray it in a well-ventilated area with a vapour respirator!!!! No joke, you need to be extremely cautious with spray sealants. But the result was amazing. The glossy parts of the boots are smooth and slick and not weirdly sticky!!!

Non-toxic alternative: Liquitex Gloss Varnish should also work. I used that on the repaint of the harpoon pack's front panel.

Also, you may be wondering, did I add the extra strap that Simon has on his boots? No. Because it looks uggo. And I want my boots to look nice, and not uggo.

But if you want to, just do this:

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The Harpoon Pack

The first thing I did was improve the hinges:

Hey guess what nuts and bolts are really sturdy who knew? Yeah the hinge still works and yes my old backpack is still inside.

Next were more drastic changes. What I realized was that my initial design had stressed out the front panel way too much, and it was just two flimsy pieces of 2mm thick craft foam held together with snap buttons!

This is the face of sadness...

So I needed to do 2 things:

Make the front panel sturdier

Redo the backpack straps to better resemble how the harpoon pack straps are worn in the show.

Panels

For the first part it was very simple: buy thicker craft foam, stick the old panels onto the new panels.

I even did a fancy new paint job because the old one was honestly, not it. I painted the Apex logo on too thick at first. But now, it is sized correctly!!!

The Backpack Straps

This took me a while to figure out, but it's not too hard once you get the hang of it.

What you'll need:

3 backpack snap buckles

2 to 4 ladder locks for strap length adjustment (depending on if your original backpack has ladder locks included on its shoulder straps)

Utility strap/Webbing rope (you can buy them in brown if you want a more show-accurate look. I had some black just lying around at home so i went with that.)

Now let's take a closer look at how it all comes together:

So I undid the utility straps from the bottom of my backpack. This may require a seam ripper if the ends of the straps were sewn in place. This left me with 4 separate pieces connected to my backpack: two shoulder straps, and two waist straps.

I used this tutorial to learn the proper way to thread ladder locks.

I placed one set of plastic buckles on the waist straps so they can clip together. Then, to make sure that the straps are adjustable and well-fitted to my tiny-ass torso, I also threaded the ladder locks into the waist straps.

You need to cut out two new strips of webbing rope in order to both thread in the buckles and the ladder locks.

After that, it gets trickier.

Thread one half of the buckle closure through a piece of webbing that wraps around the waist strap. Do this on both sides.

Then, on your shoulder straps, if you already have a ladder lock, thread a long piece of new webbing through the bottom hole. Attach the other half of the plastic buckle to it, but make sure it's through the BOTTOM HOLE of your buckle.

Then, take the other end of the long webbing, and thread it through the SECOND HOLE on the TOP of your plastic buckle! This is to ensure that the top straps remain adjustable.

The layout should look a bit like this:

It's not perfect, but it's much better than before.

[fermented-writers-block]

Just throwing this out for the Infinity Train fandom, but what are some observations you’ve made/obscure or not well known trivia about the train that you find cool or wish the rest of the fandom talked about more?

To give an example of my own, one obscure detail I find intriguing is that the engine - according to the prop design artwork shared by Alen Esmalien - straight up doesn’t have a doorway for passengers that complete the first car in line to enter in the first place:

Which pretty much all but confirms the idea that the engine is not meant to be accessible to the average passenger at all - and by extension begs the question of who or what the absolutely gigantic space in front of One’s port was designed for:

What about the rest of you guys? I know there’s been a bunch of miscellaneous tweets Owen has put out over the years that touched upon the train and it’s denizens that fell into obscurity, so I’m interested to see what else comes up.

[julianobungus]

Juliano i'll be honest with you i am not really looking forward the return of infinity train( if it does of course) it is kind of pointless for me because well, it is simple i am not going to see Simon ever again.

all the Tulip, Lake, Jesse, and Grace and Ryan and Min-gi fans will get to see a update how they are after the train.

Tulip fans will get to another sequel of her entering the train and having new adventures

Ryan and Min-gi fans will get to see their love blossoming..

Jesse and Lake fans will get more badass scenes of them...

Grace fans will get her healing arc.. "accepting things the way are" arc..

Amelia fans will get entire season five dedicated to her.. problaly she will heal too and meet with Hazel again you know a happy ending..

There will be New passengers going to through the obstacles and heal... Maybe a passenger will die but their death problaly would not be near the utter sheer brutality as Simon's was.

i all have left within of Simon is that his dead end.. and this is it. i am not going to see his healing or his point of view of things he is gone, his story is over.

he is likely going to appear in past tense we would problaly learn his backstory from memory tapes or Samantha.. or something...

he is just going to used to be prop to attach sympathy to Samantha and Grace too probs... And the "closure" the writers will give me about Simon, i guess it would problaly add more salt in my wound.

i get why the other fans are sad though.. they lost a season with their favortive characters. But for me i have already lost in everyway possible

(Juliano it is okay if you don't want to answer me. i just wanted to vent about this cause it's somthing has been hurting me for a long time. i just sometimes cannot cope the idea of Simon being dead in canon in the most brutal way possible)

(Okay have a good day and i am sorry for this pessimistic anon)

No listen, I get it! It sucks.

To be honest, I feel like there isn't much more you can do with Infinity Train. I mean, you can, but there's no real need to continue it. There aren't many loose ends to be tied up - you can even see Hazel and Simon's endings as tragedies of sorts, and Amelia's as being open-ended.

As sad as I was to see the show end, I'm also content with what we got. Most animated shows don't even get as many as four seasons.

I'm also sorry you're not feeling great. I miss Simon too. The way his ending was handled was... something.

[littlemisssquiggles]

...So....about the first episode of RWBY Volume 9...

So after a long wait, the day has finally come. RWBY has returned with the first episode of its new season and naturally, this squiggle meister watched it and I have some thoughts.

Now it's literally the first episode so, overall, I wasn't exactly expecting much from it. I will say this though. I do love the new opening theme. I love the song---props to Casey Lee Williams on her first solo on a RWBY opening without her dad---and I also love the visuals featured in the opening from what we the audience can expect to come from this new season.

I think my main take away from this opening were two key things:

{SPOILERS AHEAD! NUFF SAID}

Ruby's dwindling emotional state  and the arrival of a mysterious new girl. For now, I’m simply going to dub this mystery girl as Alice because clearly she’s going to be our Alice in Wonderland inspired character.

Okay, let’s start with Ruby:

Ooof! I gotta say. Watching this opening as a Ruby fan was rough because, right out the gate, you can definitely tell that this season is going to hit Ruby the hardest.

I’m used to seeing Ruby so full of spirit. The one to lead the charge and steer everyone on the right path. However; this time, Ruby isn't that person anymore.

You can clearly tell over the course of the opening how much further and further Ruby begins to drift and detract from the group---her confidence waning as she becomes more wary and gives into…whatever is happening to her in the Ever After.

Since the world is called the “Ever After” and was described as a fairy tale, according to Blake, does the mechanics of this mysterious world work similarly to a fairy tale where there will be good and bad endings to outsiders who happen to fall into that world?

I guess what I’m curious about is if there will be consequences to those who weren’t born in the Ever After? Y’know like it’s almost like an Infinity Train or Over the Garden Wall type of scenario where despite being a whimsical world on the surface, what the Ever After actually is is something that could be potentially dangerous to those who weren’t born in that world.

Like the longer an outsider stays in the Ever After without resolving whatever problems they’re supposed to figure out about themselves within that world, the more lost they become until eventually they lose themselves completely and become something else entirely---something inhuman and monstrous.  

Thus getting a bad ending for themselves.

This is what makes me extra curious about the strange creature that we also saw in the first episode---The Jabberwalker.

"...Seeking...Searching...Scowering...Stalking..."

I dunno but…the very nature of this Jabberwalker fascinates me.

Imagine if…turning into a Jabberwalker is the fate of those who get bad endings and become lost to the Ever After?

They just turn into this monstrous creature and spend the rest of their days searching for something that they will never ever find cause they already lost themselves a long time ago.

This is why I’m digging the thought of there being consequences to the Ever After and why I’m concerned for Ruby’s mental state.

If Ruby continued on this path she’s in, what would happen to her?

Would she end up trapped in the Ever After forever while her friends returned to Remnant without her?

Or would she turn into a Jabberwalker and become a wandering soul lost to the Ever After?

These are things I’m curious about cause it could make for a very compelling story. But since this is RWBY, I don’t want t assume too much from just the first episode.

The most I will say is that the V9 opening is a sign that, if Ruby is not too careful, she could end up succumbing to her negative emotions and getting a bad ending for herself…if that is the way things are going to go.

Compared to the rest of RWBY---Blake, Weiss and Yang--- who all seemed the more optimistic ones for once, Ruby was the one who seemed the most despondent and its this detail that I found quite compelling since Ruby has always been portrayed as a beacon of hope---the one to guide everyone and keep them going through the darkness.

And this is what also makes this mysterious new Alice girl character so interesting to me too.

I know it would be easier to write off this Alice girl as a newfound ally to RWBY, similar to Little, as she seems innocent enough on the surface, y’know what I mean?

Just another young human girl who mysteriously ended up in the Ever After like the others and has to find her way home somehow.

However, given how this girl is portrayed in the opening in comparison to Ruby, I can’t help but feel like this Alice character is a threat somehow.

At least…a threat to Ruby in terms of her emotions, how she’s feeling and how she will continue to feel over the course of the season.

On this matter, I have two theories:

Either this mystery Alice girl is going to turn out be a sort of antagonist---like maybe she’s Neo in disguise or someone Neo tricked into helping her by messing with RWBY while they were lost in the Ever After, mainly targeting Ruby? Or perhaps...a more farfetched theory would be that the Ever After isn’t actual a real world and is one big illusion concocted by Neo to mess with Ruby and her friends.

I mean, I highly doubt that last one is it but overall, I think the OP made it very clear that Neo will be our main big bad for this stand alone season; playing the role of not the Queen of Hearts but more so our Mad Hatter.

I’m just trying to figure out what her connection to this Alice girl will be because clearly there is a connection. There are just certain moments in that opening that made me think that there is something between these Neo and Alice:

Either it's that...or perhaps this Alice girl will zero ties to Neo at all and will just be there to pose a problem to Ruby.

There were moments in the OP that showed the Alice girl leading RWBY through the Ever After instead of Ruby.

This just makes me feel like Alice is going to contribute to Ruby’s negative state. Like Alice is going to be the embodiment of who Ruby used to be---the optimistic leader and that will probably be a hard pill for Ruby to swallow since she will probably begin to not feel like herself anymore and may even begin to question who she truly is.

Whether she even belongs with her team or maybe they’re better off with the Alice girl taking her place and becoming the new her or something like that.

I dunno, this OP just gave me so many thoughts to think about on that subject. But for now, this is what I have to say in a nutshell:

I don’t trust the mystery Alice girl character featured in the OP. To me, her very presence and existence feels highly suspicious because I feel like she could turn out to be Neo or someone working with Neo. And if she’s neither of those things then my other guess is that she will cause problems for Ruby. Whether intentionally or not, I feel like Alice will be a rival for Ruby and have a negative impact on her; contributing to a lot of her emotional turmoil and insecurities about herself for this season.

That’s my guess.

Other than that, not much else to say except a few last minute points:

Already I'm digging this volume from a visual standpoint. I can already tell that I'm going to be gushing ALOT over all the visual development art and background/environment designs for this season and I can't wait to see all the fantastic work the CRWBY team put into this aspect of the season.

I have no idea what Jaune’s purpose for this season is going to be.

Admittedly, out of everyone else, he seems the most out of place to me because I don’t know what his story is going to be and how all of that will tie into everything else to go on in the Ever After.

I don’t hate Jaune as a character. I just hated how he was used in V8 which left me questioning why he’s even here for V9 in the Ever After. But I guess I’ll find out more as the story progresses. I’m bummed that we won’t get to see the other characters for this season---no Nora, no Ren, no Emerald and of course, no Oscar. The Pinehead in me is definitely saddened by this but hopefully the development for Ruby that was promised for this season will make up for it.

And yeah, that’s it for me to say for now. See ya’ll for the next episode.

~LMS (2023)

[cellardoorp]

The Rise of White Cyclorama Studio: Revolutionizing Creative Spaces

The Rise of White Cyclorama Studio: Revolutionizing Creative Spaces

The creative industry thrives on innovation, and in recent times, the call for versatile, cutting-edge spaces has skyrocketed. Enter White Cyclorama Studio—a groundbreaking concept that has swiftly become a beacon for artists, photographers, videographers, and more creatives to find an ideal environment to breathe life into their visions. The Cellar Door Studio is a counterpart to the White Cyclorama Studio, an era of new functionality and aesthetics blending practicality with a touch of modern elegance.

What is a White Cyclorama Studio?

A White Cyclorama Studio refers to a smooth, curved wall that creates an illusion of infinite space when it is lit in the right manner. This is a "wall of infinity," which is heaven for content creators who need an uncluttered, distraction-free environment. The curved walls remove harsh edges and shadows that can be unwanted in photography, video production, and even in live streaming of events. This type of studio offers unmatched flexibility, allowing creatives to experiment with lighting, angles, and compositions without worrying about background distractions.

The Features that Set White Cyclorama Studio Apart

White Cyclorama Studio is more than just a blank canvas; it's a hub of possibilities. The White Cyclorama Studio features include:

Seamless Design: The continuous curve eliminates corners, providing an endless horizon effect, which lends depth and dimension to visual projects.

Customizable Lighting: High-quality lighting setups can be adjusted to suit any creative need, whether that is a dramatic shadow play or a bright, high-key photoshoot.

The spacious layout allows it to fit equipment, props, and even large teams, so projects of any size can be accommodated.

Soundproofing:The many white cyclorama studios have soundproofing provided for audio recording. The studio Cellar Door Studio is one such example where pristine sound quality comes with the facility.

Professional Amenities: These studios usually have proper dressing rooms, makeup stations, and high-speed Wi-Fi for the production team's logistics needs.

White Cyclorama Studio and Cellar Door Studio: The Ultimate Combo

White Cyclorama Studio can be used hand-in-hand with Cellar Door Studio, another room known for being an intimate, atmospheric space. The former features clean minimalism and flexibility, while the latter is contrastingly aesthetically different; the latter brings in a sense of rustic charm suitable for storytelling and mood-based shoots.

For example, a film director might shoot a product commercial that requires a high-gloss, modern look in the White Cyclorama Studio, and a narrative scene requiring warm, organic textures might be shot in Cellar Door Studio. These studios combined offer creatives access to a wide range of stylistic options, which helps them to better bring diverse ideas to life.

Why White Cyclorama Studio?

The White Cyclorama Studio has become an indispensable resource for:

Content Creators: Social media influencers and marketers often rely on the infinity wall to produce clean, eye-catching visuals.

Photographers: From fashion to product photography, the cyclorama studio ensures images have a polished, professional look.

Filmmakers: Music videos, commercials, and even feature films benefit from the studio's versatility and cinematic appeal.

Corporate Teams: Corporates often utilize the studio for quality promotional content, training videos, and live events.

How White Cyclorama Studio is Revolutionizing the Industry

The White Cyclorama Studio has impact beyond its aesthetics. It shows a change in the way that the creative industry approaches production. By offering space that is malleable, functional, and aesthetically neutral, it empowers creatives to be more innovative than they might be otherwise.

In addition, the combination of cutting-edge technology and intelligent design, as in the case of the Cellar Door Studio, sets a new standard for what creative professionals can expect from production facilities.

Conclusion

The White Cyclorama Studio is more than a trend; it is a testament to the evolving needs of the creative world. Paired with Cellar Door Studio, it offers an unparalleled range of possibilities for creators across disciplines. Whether an artist or producer, these studios are the only platform to help fulfill your vision in a world filled with endless ideas. As this demand for production space continues to grow, this White Cyclorama Studio is among the best to marry practicality with limitless creativity.

[review-anon]

I love the chaos honestly and i gotta give you props for the creativity on how some of these situations escalate + the set-up reminds me of the lore me and my friend's old rps from back in the day (which was straight up called Void rp and the explanation for the random characters we roleplayed as being there is that it was a limbo of sorts between universe and sometimes people would get sucked into it and wander around the pitch black void for however long we decided to rp as them. We did have some set locations there two like an underground bar/train station, a pond, and some fandom-tied ones like Rher's tower fron F&H2, the museum from the Imscared remaster and the infinity castle fron Kny)

// I love it that whenever we need a name for the interdimensional space, we just call it the Void.

//Which given the Another series has their main faction called Void, makes it very confusing, especially when I have the characters use void instead of hell because well the void is hell.

//And the reason why I call the location of all of this the Voidship is because well its a interdimeniosal ship that travels across the multiverse so it might as well be a Voidship :p

//Currently its anchored to the A Student Out of Time universe so it ain't moving any time soon, but who knows, it might go sailing through the cosmos~

//At some point I might need to draw an actual map where everything in the Voidship is to make life easier but just to give a sense of scale how large this place actually is, its about as large as a interstellar ark ship, which the current working models are designed to house about 100,000 people.

//In other words, the Voidship is more or less like a city.

[minimomoe]

How to Train your Demon

Pairing: trueform! Sukuna x Fem Reader

Summary: Life has all kinds of wins and losses. You don't know which category to put your new demon husband in though.

Tags: MDNI!, red string of fate trope, true form sukuna, librarian reader, soul mates, reincarnation, accidental summoning, love at first sight (but it's one-sided (until it's not)), Sukuna is demon, but he's v much in love, smut and stuff eventually i guess....

Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII. (completed)

Rule no. 7: Reward Good Behaviour

“Sukuna, I think I’m alright. No need to carry me in the house,” you sighed. 

You made it back home after going to the hospital. Luckily surgery wasn’t needed, but your toe was taped up and you were recommended a boot to wear for the next few weeks if you had to walk around. Now at home, Sukuna was insistent on sticking by your side, being even more clingy than before. You had to convince him that you could take a shower by yourself. Even then, he stood behind the closed door faithfully in case you needed him. 

You were sitting on the couch, or rather you were sitting perpendicular in Sukuna’s lap, who was sitting on the couch, with your foot propped up on some pillows. If you made the slightest move of wanting to go anywhere on your own, Sukuna’s hands would gather your thighs to take you. You wriggled in his arms. The heat from his palms over your bare skin would take some getting used to. Sukuna was a walking furnace, all encompassing and burning through your clothes. Despite that, you felt comfortable with him. A sense of innate safety came with him that you weren’t sure what was the cause. 

“Aren’t you going to give me a reward?” Sukuna reminded you. Prickly heat surged to your face, your cheeks burning. At the mall you were overly flirtatious and now it came back to bite you in the ass. What were you thinking, telling a demon that you’d give him something, anything for beating somebody up? You nervously shifted in his lap, unable to face him until Sukuna gently took your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. He returned to his natural state, four red eyes looking down intently at you. “You are a woman of your word, correct?”

If your heart began to beat any faster it would rival the wings of a hummingbird. After a thick swallow, you nodded meekly. 

“Lay it on me.” 

Sukuna’s fingers tapped your chin, dragging along the length of your jaw. You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose, trying to make it seem like normal inhales instead of the heavy heaving you wanted to do under his heady gaze. All your senses were in overdrive. You could smell him better, a smokey scent of incense. The rest of his hands that held your body rubbed on your skin ever so slightly, drawing goosebumps. You were aware of just how far his lips were from yours, your eyes drifting from the top of his face to his pink mouth that was moving with his words. Your lips parted with anticipation. He was floating closer to your face, so, so close. 

Your breath hitched when he stopped just a hair's breadth away from your lips. You were frozen in time for what seemed to be an eternity, waiting for the soft touch of a kiss.

“I wouldn’t ask you for a kiss. I’d rather you beg for it,” Sukuna murmured, pulling away from the infinity bubble he trapped you in, breaking the short lived dream. 

You were part relieved, the breath you gathered up in your lungs finally released in a hiss, but then the disappointment crept in. You were prepared to kiss Sukuna, wanted to even. Not only that, he wanted you to beg for it. You still thought it would be a viable option, but why did he show more restraint than you had? The smug bastard thought he had you wrapped around his finger.

“Don’t hold your breath,” you snapped. Sukuna was laughing at you, his sharp teeth exposed when pulled his lips back to smile. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “I should take the offer off the table since you think you’re such hot shit.” 

Sukuna’s laughter still rang through. There was nothing you could do to make yourself scary to him. You were his small human wife who had a sharp tongue, but words could only do so much. More often than not, your speech amused him. 

“My request cannot be fulfilled at this moment. I will ask later.” 

You were not expecting that answer. “You should tell me now so I can prepare for it,” you pressed. 

Sukuna was not budging. Cleo climbed on top of him, balancing on the length of his shoulders before hopping down the curl up in your lap. One of his hands went pet her back and she began to pur. “Now is not the time.”

All you could do was stare at him. You had no idea what was going on in his head, what he could possibly be planning. He was too busy playfully attacking Cleo to give you another glance, but when he did there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re not planning on taking over the world, are you?”

Sukuna gave an unbothered shrug. 

“What— no. What does that mean?” You said nervously. “I’m not going to help you do that.” 

“I wouldn’t need your help to do that,” he smirked. “If I do take over the world, you will be protected.” 

“Oh that makes me feel so much better,” you said sardonically. Cleo laid belly up this time, enjoying the rhythmic pats Sukuna was giving her. You had thought that your cat was a certified Man Hater, as she never liked Toji or any other male friends who came to visit, but she was as friendly as could be to the demon. “I mean it, Sukuna. I can’t give you anything crazy.” 

Sukuna scooped Cleo on top of his shoulder and stood up from the couch. You yelped from the sudden height change, clutching onto his body tightly as if he would drop you. 

“Don’t worry about such nonsense,” he stated. 

“At least warn a girl before putting her at the top of a skyscraper,” you grumbled. “Where are you even taking me?”

Sukuna looked at you as if it was obvious. “To bed. You need to rest.” 

You craned your neck to view the nearest available clock that hung on the wall. It was nearly 11p.m.. Time has really slipped between your fingers from the mall to the hospital. Since he has mentioned going to sleep, you were aware of your bones’ achiness and a yawn tickling your jaws. Sukuna padded over to your room, being mindful of Cleo who crossed beneath his legs and gently laid you in bed. He swept over your body, from your feet up to your face and you felt exposed in your comically large t-shirt and bare legs. 

“Do not move in your sleep,” he ordered and you laughed. 

“How could I possibly control that?”

He gave you a stern glare that didn’t stifle your giggles. The laughter died down and you were left twisting the hem of your pajamas while proposing an idea. 

“If you are that worried…I guess you could stay here with me tonight… instead of the other bedroom.” 

You said it much quieter than your usual confident voice. As soon as the words left your mouth you took a peek up to Sukuna to see if he heard you. You had made such a big deal about him staying around you, especially the first night that you even put it as a rule. 

The rules. You really needed to do something about those. Your conscience was getting to you. Sukuna wasn’t human, yes, but you didn’t need to treat him like a child. However, that would be another day’s problem. Right now you needed to retract your offer since Sukuna’s face went from unreadable to a smirk. 

“Nevermind. You’re going to be annoying about this.” 

‘You could admit that you enjoy my presence,” he offered. 

You tried to roll over your side but remembered that you couldn’t. You were a prisoner on your back and had to deal with him. You forcefully shut your eyes. “I will toss and turn and hobble my way out of bed on my own when it’s time. Good night, Sukuna.” 

A few seconds of silence passed when you felt your right side dip lower into the mattress. Sukuna positioned himself beside you, much too big for your queen sized bed. Your shoulders touched from the movement and you didn’t feel inclined to move away. 

“If you hear my phone making noise in a few hours please don’t break it.” 

Sukuna chuckled. “I will keep that in mind. Now sleep.” 

“And we still need to figure out what to do when I leave for work,” you shifted your body closer to his. He didn’t say anything about it and you were glad. “I know you must be bored.” 

“I have my own matters to keep me occupied. Sleep,” he ordered again.

“Like…?” You prompted. You poked his bicep once, then twice. He tilted his head to look at you with an exasperated sigh.

“Figuring out how to get my wife to sleep. She’s notorious for avoiding it.” 

“Huh, she sounds a lot like me,” you chuckled. This time hearing “wife” didn’t get under your skin. The title coming from his mouth was a known fact with zero hesitation. It was strange, the realization of it not bothering you making you relax more next to his warmth. 

“I guess you’re right. I am feeling tired,” you yawned quietly. 

“Finally.”

You pinched his arm and only got a deep chuckle from him that vibrated through the mattress. It took so much out of you to lower your pride and ask him to sleep in the same bed with you, but as you drifted away you wondered how it would feel if he held you too. 

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The Final Volume - Chapter 2 Post

Whether it was harder to find a book that called to you or run from it, you all eventually managed to complete your task. Where the shelves had spun off into infinity before, a familiar red door appeared in one of the aisles. Word spread quickly, and soon you'd all assembled before it. Time to move on, as always.

The handle turned without resistance, and the churning wasteland stretched out before you. Another bridge, another car ahead. Maybe that one would give you some way to end Neko-Neko's game. Was that what you were hoping for? Were you hoping for much of anything, at this point?

Either way, you found yourself passing through without hindrance, the air outside the Train a little warmer on your face. 

At least, most of you.

With a faint sound only vaguely reminiscent of slamming into a wall, Jack marched straight into something that bounced him and only him back into the library. He stumbled but stayed on his feet and tried again, a little faster—but the result was the same.

Perhaps it’s Viper’s guilt at burning the checkout register, perhaps it’s something else entirely, but hearing Jac—no, Jagal, trying his hardest to take the books, she knew she had to try and do something. Maybe she didn't know why keeping these books was so important to him—but she could hazard a guess, after they’d snooped so much into his life. His mother, his father, his sister especially… it had to be hard for him. To be forced to think about them again. And once again, she’d messed up someone’s chance at healing. 

“Hey—” He bounced back from the door, and she reached forward, just lightly gripping onto his bag. “Jagal—” Maybe he’d listen if she talked to him. The true him, not… Jack. Worm her way in there, she knew it could go very badly. Very, very badly. But equally, she wanted him to understand that she wasn’t out to hurt him. Not at this stage.

Jack warily tugged his bag out of Viper's grip. How did she know his name? Had she—

"...."

No. Absolutely not. It must've just come up somewhere else, at some point. Not like it was his most tightly-guarded secret.

“I don’t think they’ll let ya take ‘em wit’ ya—I-I can ask. But ya prob ain’t gonna be able t’.”

Jimithy stepped up, as unamused as ever.

"Already told both of you, you can't check out a book that doesn't have a register. A real one."

"And you can't leave with a book you haven't checked out. Put it back." He grimaced. "Or on a return cart, fine. But you're not leaving with that. Don't waste any more of our time."

Viper picked at a thread on the end of her glove. “It’s… prob best ya leave ‘em here anyway. I dunno if ya’d want ‘em ta get hurt… damaged…’n all.” Viper raised her gaze to him—having tilted it to the floor. “Look, I’unno if I’ll get anywhere. An’ I know ya gonna try’n act like ya rejectin’ every bit’a niceness. But I wanna know ya. An’ I don’t care how much ya try’n stop me.”

Tag-teamed, huh? It was true, Jack didn't have any registers, and the train out there couldn't be safe for a book unless he never tried to open it. Would being damaged hurt them? Surely not, if they were already dead, but...

"....."

"Fine."

He withdrew a slim volume from under his hoodie and set it gently on the floor. Not even the return cart, huh.

"Not like I'm much 'f a reader, anyway."

He stepped through the door, this time without any kickback—apparently that was the only one he'd had. Those of you who hadn't made it past before all the ruckus followed him out.

Even after all that, it was just back to the usual march. Everyone onto the bridge, onto another door...

Everyone. Right?

The fastest walker had already laid hands on the next door by the time you realized your head count was down one. It didn't take long after, though, to find Jack back at the library doors, propping them open with one hand. He swept a look across you all, hesitating briefly at Viper. But only briefly. With a swift step, he was back on the carpet.

"I'm not leaving her again."

The doors slammed shut before anyone could even think about getting in the way. The handle spun with a ratcheting noise and locked back into place again. Anyone trying to turn it wouldn't succeed.

...Ah. Well.

Considering the party involved, it was hard to feel bad about leaving him behind. A relief, if anything. Though you couldn't be sure exactly how this place worked, if he could still come after you later... Maybe it would have been more of a relief if you were sure he'd die in there. 

Not... not that you wanted a person to die! But, well, if it had to be anyone...

"Jack? The game isn't over yet...! I-I can't guide you home if you're not here, nya..."

"Eh, it'd be too obvious if he did the next murder, anyway."

"We're sure the rest of ya can do better by yourselves!"

"B-but there isn't any food or water in that car! As his Stationmaster..."

"That's his own problem. We don't gotta call every single death a murder if it ain't one."

"We've wasted enough time here, don'tcha think? Onward!"

"........"

Despite the particularly split personality at play, Neko-Neko still gestured expectantly at the next car. No more dilly-dallying on your part.

No reason to, anyway. Whether it had locked automatically or Jack was manually blocking it, the library door wasn't about to open. Was it even your business to keep trying? If none of you would be blamed for him choosing this fate, why try to save him? He certainly would've done no such thing for you.

Something still felt rotten in your stomach as you moved forward.

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Alexander's Motorcycle Diaries Episode 9 - Test Object into Test Subject

Bdsm / sexual Royal Psychology

"Alexander & Angelina on behalf of everyone at the Global Live Security Agency I want to apologi." "Neither of us accept apologies. New plan guys. I am sending orders we refuse to risk time reversal with Eternia ordering mission delay" Declared Angelina as she decidedly holds Alexander's hand in public for the first time.

"We at the GLSA need to address the swimsuit." "OH really asshole." Inserts Alexander with pause accepting his dominion will provide more words "triplicated test object event cycle kiss, swimsuit, lunch. Your dialog on approach identifies lack of preparation to both logistically and ethically introduce the topic. Now I am sending orders: We will change the test object into a test subject game test object game adancing our Royal Psychology."

A cell phone rings louder than usual. An agent places the phone on the conference room table. "This is a live call whom is speaking?" A loud first bite of the apple is heard and impressively loud chewing commences from the amplified phone volume as though eleven security and sound tests are being performed. "This is MOM Man or Machine. Response: Alexander is wrong as well. It was kiss, swimsuit off swimsuit on. His silent dialog further ordered us into position to takeover screens and begin training."

An agent screams out "Jesus christ someone call this outfit a wambulance!"

MOM responds "thank you for your resignation. These screens are popping onto a pornogrpahy set my operations has been planning this all day. Belladonna is on set available verbally say hi"

"Hey everyone it's a beautiful day in my neighborhood." A pithy cross reference to the Mister Roger's double bird meme training kit.

Alexander speaks " MOM when will the split screen turn on."

"As soon as you announce the test subject object or movement I will post the determinators. This is why we still held the live meeting and began with sending orders."

"Hey there cowboy you ready to whip this pawgs ass"

"I got whips and ropes I am out of jokes until I've given you pokes ten times tiffany into infinity."

Alexander mentally grabs the mic and speaks "her hat, her boots, and her knee high socks."

The screen populates three weeks delay, about 7 months delay, 329 days delay.

"The hat will be on her head while she is receiving head and we will see if she goes 8 seconds while giving head producer directed pussy licking following foreplay." Came over the conference line

"Enhencement if she takes the time to prop the hat or toss the hat end level." Spiked Alexander.

"Next Level is the boots make it through to hogtie or if her and the boots hang ten during her first anticipated cum from pussy licking. Or are they foreplay to reveal the knee high socks Alexander respond."

"I am starting with a gamble on this ramble with Belladonna onset and hogtie on the board I anticipate there is a good whipping warm up. Obviously to tie the bitch you need to remove the boots. That strap is worth a new Atlanta Hustle interplanetary connection line. The boots up in the air while cowboy whistles her along is the motorcycle are we no longer riding doubles on a side by side unqualified as quantified by the word motorcycle. If she takes them off during foreplay then we have a good rig. If they hold all the way into the hogtie and we win the gamble these will be Union grade Harley Davidsons."

MOM ends the orders "Atlanta Hustle third line will open with 360 variables the system accepts the Harley Davidson to Wynn wager."

The screen populates SOCKS values stars, stripes, Peanuts are black magic.

"Split this between Alexander and MOM."

"If it's Peanuts there will be three sock change designs no visual of performer changing clothes wil be noticed. Corporate licensing confirming this is for the riding gear necessary for the retail Harley Davidson motorcycles."

Belladonna "we made it to control - my ass can fit on the back of his, ready to play win."

"From the cue card: The performers were given three knee high socks to choose. Which is when we get into the video of the video of our body control test subject test object verification of certainty of outcomes."

Alexander closes with "stars means we have the rig. And stripes means new rig equals new design, Peanuts is a scale of opportunities and resources into two Harley Davidons at retail should we achieve excellence in Royal Pyschology and actual magic."