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Omega!Gojo Satoru x Alpha!Reader
I believe we are fated to do the things we choose anyway*
gege akutami is the kind of mangaka who makes fun of almost all their characters. with utmost affection, gojo deserves to be bullied a bit. we love that he's a little heartless, a little frivolous, that he's powerful as a fact, that he cares a little bit strangely, so doing him a bit of justice, here's the mirror to Getou's youth story
tw: canon character death, spoilers for the manga, gojo's emotional constipation and egotism
Toji Zenin cut so many threads the day he arrived on the Tokyo school grounds, but the one between you and Satoru survived. It's already a miracle that Riko was the only one who died that day. The miracle of surviving should have been enough, but now you've lived long enough to find out how much you could love someone too. You get to see how afraid someone is of loving you. Gojo Satoru had one friend. Gojo Satoru had one mate. That was it, that was all he could let himself have.
Springtime Tokyo is still cold. Not as cold as up north in the mountains, but the winter uniforms are blessedly warm. An assistant manager drops you off at Tokyo Jujutsu Technical School on a milky March morning where you are met by Yaga-sensei, the first year teacher.
This teacher has some kind of idea about building community, which is why he's clustered the four of you first-years in the same building, around a loud blue-eyed boy who barely takes one look at you, squinting around a pair of blackout sunglasses, at your purposeful non-expression, before he is grinning, far too wide and it feels like he gets even louder, movements expansive to pull you into the range of an argument he's having with a tall slim boy with long hair tied at the back of his head.
Yaga-sensei just shakes his head and introduces you to Ieri Shoko, who is physically leaning away from the noise as if to escape some blast radius and has the most distant smile you've ever seen in your life on her face.
It's unsettling is what it is. The dark haired boy is just rolling his eyes at the one who had somehow both dismissed you and pulled you into his orbit. The automatic response is to try and get that attention back, but you have at least a little more self respect than that. You climb the stairs to take a room on the same floor to Shoko-san's and leave them to their snipping. You don't see Gojo fall silent for half a second before carrying on bickering, Yaga now stepping in to separate them.
School hasn't quite started yet. It's a boarding school so everyone is just around, getting the lay of the school, setting up their rooms, exploring Tokyo, running into one another and trying to figure out how their pieces fit together.
Satoru has already sorted you all into neat little piles of adjectives
Polite: the boy with the long dark hair, Getou Suguru, although this doesn't necessarily mean nice he notes gleefully. Self righteous and reactive, as in he can be baited into a no holds barred fight, which is new for him. He hasn't been able to fight someone who could hold their ground for more than a minute since he was thirteen. Subversively irreverent.
Morbid: the shortie with the short hair, Shoko Ieri. She discovered her abilities somewhere and even Satoru has to admit some of the diagrams she pulls up are admirably disgusting. Neutral. Satoru has never met someone else who sticks so close to their own whims before but she isn't like anything he expected, dismissive, meandering, goading. And she can't explain how she does what she does, which is aggravating because he can't do it.
And you, the new one. The last to arrive. Fresh meat. Quiet, wary.
You catch him not following you, but showing up near where you are a little too frequently to feel coincidental while you're making a point to meet the upperclassmen. He adds opportunistic and watchful to the list when he notices you do this, but some of the older students seem to find it vaguely endearing - the clan ones like a small animal they can toss treats, the recruited students who aren't trying to suck up to the clan kids with the cautious familiarity of greeting another outsider.
He tries tossing you a treat, granting you some offhanded attention in the common space of what is now the first years' block. Suguru laughs at him when you mostly look confused and apologetically tell him you've never seen either of the movies he wants to debate before refilling your water bottle and wandering back out onto the school grounds with your umbrella.
School starts regardless with some tentative unspoken agreement between the four of you to try and be friends, or at least classmates. There is after all, no one else to be friends with.
Class is boring, so Satoru watches his classmates. Where Shoko is passive and watchful and Satoru is staring into the air, you're openly attentive and Suguru more casually mirrors your attention. Which makes him want to call you another boring small-town bumpkin
Except you are in the same the advanced mechanics elective he is, and you and Shoko become animated discussing the curse anatomy lectures. Yaga takes you away to practice hand-to-hand with his dolls while he lets Satoru and Suguru pummel each other, which makes him think you must be too fragile to handle the two of them. Most people are, so he doesn't think much on it.
Satoru sometimes goes out alone to train when he can't sleep. He lashes out at the wooden dummies on the practice field, ducking under wooden arms and lashing out to see sections of it spin faster. On one of these nights, a week or two into the first year, he sees you standing outside the track, leaning on a railing, face buried in a thick scarf. He's aware of your vague attention, watching him without any particular interest, like how one might watch water sliding under a bridge, but when he sneaks a glance around the practice dummy, you're just as often more fixated on the sky. The moon is full and you're watching the clouds chase across the deep blue expanse, listening to Gojo Satoru's knuckles impacting on wood. And then at some point, he looks over and you're gone, your weird cursed energy signature fading in the dark.
Satoru only sees your technique the first time a substitute makes you spar with everyone else during training while Yaga is away. Apparently the teacher is someone you know because you get into the first argument he's ever seen before you send a spear flying so fast it hits the center of a target and topples it over.
The same teacher makes you fight Satoru, to already defeated attempts at appalled refusal. He'd usually help you push back just on principle, but he hasn't gotten to go on a mission with you yet and his sometimes oppressive curiosity has settled on whether you actually can keep up with him after all.
You can't, but this is Gojo Satoru at fifteen, not fully realized, and the first time he fights you he amends how he feels about "opportunistic". He flies right at your face and swears he makes contact, but you step back at the last minute and he feels an impending impact from his left that is almost the same strength as his own attack. He tries again and you twist out of the way much faster than he had expected. He tries to throw you and you end up descending slowly to the ground, trying to get the teacher to end the bout. Eventually Satoru overwhelms you and breaks your arm when you try to block too many hits in rapid succession. Shoko fixes it, and you wince with gritted teeth and tears in your eyes but don't cry or sob or glare at him with the kind of face that is calling him names you can't say out loud. The demonstration has him, fortunately or unfortunately, folding you into the energy of your little first year group like you'd been there all along.
He's a shaman clan kid, so it's interesting to see you now as not necessarily opportunistic but curious about the other sorcerers, about other people. What a novelty, to be inconsequentially curious. If he'd been too curious as a child he would be either lectured on responsibility or nearly drowned in related gifts meant to appease his moods
You don't appease his moods and the attention of him, one of the strongest sorcerer of the generation, doesn't appease you.
Satoru tries to bait you and things go right over your head. He tries to disrupt your silent, invisible schedule and you let him drag you away with minimal fussing, especially when Shoko or Suguru is involved, but will wander to the side on outings and either find some accidental trouble or something that makes him a little surprised at the intensity of your focus.
He forces you into a combat-determined wager that demands you stop using honorifics with his name and Suguru's name and Shoko's name (without asking the other two) and there's no way for you to get out of it or win so that forces some artificial closeness that becomes real. Language is very important for creating distance, for creating hierarchy and Satoru somehow isn't interested in a hierarchy between you.
He is however far more self conscious of his omega status than Suguru is. He won't say it, but it's a relief when none of you make a big deal out of it when you find out and also a surprising comfort when you and Shoko who don't have to suffer through the literal additional headache of heats try and make them comfortable
For Satoru this involves distracting him by playing video games with him, watching movies, or tossing balls of paper at him while he tries to stop it with his technique. Mostly he's with Suguru, especially if they sync up, but Satoru doesn't have the same heat symptoms as him. During first year even though he sleeps more than he does as an adult, it's typically less than the rest of you might want. Where Suguru gets tired, Satoru will get cranky and mean because he's bored and feverish and Suguru is too tired to entertain him. His family also was never very comforting during his heats so he knows what to do as far as nesting, but having people around is new for him.
He likes to call and text you if you're on missions during these times, which is typical given his clan's sensitivity to him being around alphas at these times.
So even when you're on campus, you and Shoko only spend a few hours with him at a time. Sometimes you play games and the heat makes him almost slow enough to beat on a DS link game. Sometimes he makes you do his homework. Sometimes he likes to throw throwing things at you to see how you use your technique to deal with it.
He adds "sentimental" to the list of adjectives when he realizes he can so easily pressure you in these times into revealing more of yourself to him than you usually do. He's bored and there's only so many things to talk about before you start telling him about an encounter with one of the rare cats that will tolerate living around the cursed energy of the campus, when you grimace and tell him about a terrible noodle stand in Yamanashi province that you still crave somehow, when you tell him about saving fallen leaves in a heavy dictionary you use for that purpose, or the one time you reveal that you've kept every pair of shoes your parents bought you to wear on the first day of school. You tell him these things and it makes him feel like maybe, someday, he might want to tell you things too.
It's not soft but there's a softness to it. A genuineness in the four of you together, in Satoru's and Suguru's growing strength and self surety. Satoru tries to make himself the center of the world, because it's fact that is where he has been all along. But he's not so easily the center of your world. You didn't come from his world.
Satoru doesn't fall. He doesn't think hard about why it becomes so. He barely thinks about it all. He just knows at some point that you're one of his. You're one of his and he wants you to pay him the attention he' accustomed to as center of the world (except he doesn't maybe. He'll be able to say it one day that what he loved was you treating him like he was as human as he could be)
He's terrible at acknowledging whether this possessiveness is anything in particular. After a sparring session, you watch Shoko patch a cut on Suguru's arm with so much longing and a pang of something worms its way in Satoru's chest. He crowds in next to Suguru before Shoko's done, draping over Suguru's shoulders. You don't see the way Satoru's eyes flicker from Shoko's steady hands to your wide-eyed gaze.
He's jealous the way a child is jealous of a favorite toy, hooking his arm around your neck if any omegas outside of school talk to you in the street. If you brush him off when he's trying to use you as a tool for self-affirmation, he sulks around until you acknowledge him in some other way and he will not admit to a single soul why it matters. When he's forced to go home for holidays like oban and returns in a terrible pique, you may fight with him if he lashes out in the worst, most personal ways. You push back and talk to instead of around him or through him and you also don't realize that is why he backs off.
He realizes slowly that he has to be careful with you. He forgets sometimes that you're more fragile that Suguru, that you need help Shoko doesn't need. On what you call the "worst school trip in existence" and Shoko calls "lucky we didn't all die" and Suguru smiles and calls "well we all made it out in the end", even Satoru got injured, yet he feels invincible, like he caught a bullet and threw it back.
When Toji nearly kills him and everyone he ever cared about, he awakens with the power to keep it from happening ever again. He thinks he can carry the world for all of you, for everyone, reveling in his power. He doesn't realize that his presence, the gravity well he made in the monster class's lives, doesn't exist the same way while he's not there because he has a tendency to think everything will be easy for him to fit back into when he returns, or not to think on the fact things could change at all.
Then Suguru leaves and the center of Satoru's world, his reference point, collapses
You're there in Shinjuku the day it happens. It's getting cold again. You're there to meet Shoko. Suguru has gone missing, Satoru is... away. Again. Still. He's been absent whenever he is around anyway. The jujutsu world doesn't have the resources to devote to hunting curse users in particular so the effort to find Suguru has been halfhearted at best and even if he's on your minds, you have jobs to do still.
You're there in Shinjuku and when you don't find the person you're looking for, you find someone else, It shouldn't happen, but it does. You run into Satoru, mind reeling at Suguru's betrayal. You nearly don't see him and he nearly doesn't see you except he sees everything and he's been walking around the district like a ghost.
He appears like a ghost too, tall and pale and ridiculous eyes. You'd tried to see if the world reflected in them once, but now it's more obvious to you than ever that it's just him, nothing more and nothing less.
"Let's go back," he says, and for the first time in months, you return to the college, side by side on the train, feeling like there should be more people in the near-empty car. You get as far as you can before you get to a station that's closed where you can no longer transfer and then you get out and walk in silence.
You walk like there's another person jostling for space between you. When you get to the school, Shoko meets you at the red tori gates. When you get to the mostly empty dormitory building, now a little emptier, Satoru looks at you. And looks and looks and looks. This time, he feels like you might disappear in the pre-dawn light casting your faces in blue.
Maybe it's because he's already lost one precious thing long before he noticed it was gone that he grips your shoulders tight, so tight you almost wince, but turn into it instead, tilting your head as though, were you less careful people, you might brush your cheek against his hand. Just for a little bit of comfort, for a little familiarity.
Then Shoko makes a noise at the top of the stairs, the scuff of her foot, the tap of her palm on the banister. What a terrible day it must be if Shoko is interfering. And you step away.
Satoru doesn't go to bed. For the first time in his life he feels like he doesn't know who he is. He watches your light come on and then go off. He doesn't see you stand at the mouth of the hall leading to Suguru's room with a blanket around your shoulders until eventually you turn away and fall asleep on one of the common room couches, near to where a year of his body in the same spot had left an indent. He doesn't think about the world where you aren't here, where he never sees you again, because he can't quite fathom it.
Because even when he was gone, he never felt like he had let any of you go
It makes him feel sick to his stomach, the closeness of someone else, but it feels worse to push you away so you sit shoulder to shoulder with him some time in the morning. He pretends not to see the new dark shadows in your eyes. You sit and watch the mist burn off and pretend his warmth can hide how the world is a little colder.
*I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you
― Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars
#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru#a/b/o#a/b/o dynamics#omegaverse#alpha!reader#omega!gojo#reader insert#gn#i'm sorry this is so much longer than the getou one#I changed styles to write something else and couldn't get back to the broad strokes style of the getou bit#i want to expand on both#this show is really good and the potential here is too much to resist#the quote came to mind because the six eyes user has a specific kind of fate#but the idea of fate has a lot of interesting discussion around it in between religions#jjk plays a lot with buddhist/shinto/christian imagery including the idea of a fate thread tangled between certain power centers#i was raised in a christian centered culture which has certain beliefs about predetermination that can get incredibly depressing.#fate is generally defined as a predetermined and inescapable path of action or consequences#you can't escape it no matter what choices you make#which seems glum#karma on the other hand has something more to do with tendencies - the things you do to yourself/by yourself that lead to consequence#karma is separate from fate. even if you escape the cycle of karma or samsara you cannot escape fate#little interaction with fate are common - seeking explanations of future fortune or charms to pull you in the direction you want to go#ultimately there is a tension between the human ability to act at will (karma/free will) and fate#How do you justify acting if everything is predetermined? one can trap themselves in ontologic questions about purpose and actions#there is an inevitably and circular in accepting that maybe we can't escape fate but that fate also can't escape us#our actions were always going to matter#io.omegas
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holy shit I did NOT realize how popular my "I will remove my teeth, for I want to remain kind despite my anger" quote is. I just googled it for fun to see what would come up, a bunch of people are quoting it not knowing who its from, an artist called Kuma made an album titled that, so bizzare
#also people are misatributing the quote to kuma and the first google result for the quote attributes it to them#which is kind of upsetting but not a huge deal whatever#its cool it seems to have entered culture like that#i get very mixed feelings about those instances where something I made got WAY more popular than i expected and#people are reposting it or using it without attributing it to me#i both feel bad when stuff isnt credited to me but also good that my art has expanded beyond my reach#its out of my control kind of and other people have it now#which IS what i want for my art and how i generally think art should be#but it is also obviously causes some anxiety to lose control and really full ownership of something that is yours#i think also there is anxiety about something of mine being taken by someone bigger than me#since they can just claim it as their own and most people will know them as the origin#not talking specifically about this quote btw just any of my work#ive definetly been thinking about that hbomberguy vid lol#i hope any of this made sense im a little high rn
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Sharing is Caring!
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#jiang cheng#While listening to the Lotus Seed extra I was like 'aw this art is so cute.'#Post The Fanfic Fiasco (re: last comic's tags) I am haunted by the green orbs. WWX has a bag of edible green orbs and I am in hell.#First draft of this comic's script has JC saying 'dude you wouldn't even share with me!' and I love his little sibling indignation.#Middle child power is knowing that you don't have to share with your siblings. The little wet eyes and weak hand slaps do NOTHING.#JC probably already ate all of his lotus seeds. That's on you dude!#Part of me wants to get deeper with the metaphor of the lotus seeds here. It is a gesture of a certain kind of affection.#JYL gives something to WWX she does not quite share with JC. And WWX in turn gives something to LWJ he does not share with JC.#Really puts JC's line 'You're always eating...eating eating' into a very different light.#There are other kinds of starving besides hunger. There are other ways to be a glutton than just food and drink.#WWX's character pre-burial mounds is heavily focused on 'Indulgence'. Be it wine or flirting or hunting or eating-#-or receiving admiration; He is always indulging in ways we never see JC do.#I think the intentional contrast was with the Lan's 'Live simple and without indulgence' lifestyle. LWJ is the abstainer to wwx's gluttony.#But it does expand to JC as well! Both are locked into the role model position to have friction against WWX's apparent freedom.#I think LWJ and JC (at this point) see WWX as something they both want (in different capacities) and someone they want to be.#Yet despite the history between them it is not JC who WWX reaches out to. It's LWJ.#The boy already has an inferiority complex! Stop making it accidently worse!
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i imagine you have a vault of unreleased content that you don't get around to posting for relatable reasons. if you do i humbly ask that you grace me with something. anything! close your eyes and pick a file? let fate decide. if you made it i'll like it, that's the point anyway
I’ve posted some panels or pieces of these but never the entire sequence on here I don’t think, so but this is one of the only substantial things I’d say I’ve kept in a vault.
I feel like compared to my newer stuff these look super rough, but they were really good practice.
These have pesterlogs that go with them but this post is already huge so eh. This was set to occur a couple hours after Caliborn’s masterpiece, so Roxy and Dirk are talking about Halquius’s heroic sacrifice/death. Davepeta and Dirk continue that line of conversation, while Roxy is pulled into an argument about self control as I bum everyone out by reminding them that Jasprose never actual stopped being an alcoholic.
#homestuck#rose lalonde#roxy lalonde#jasprosesprite^2#davepetasprite#dirk strider#and Roxy was gonna bring it up cause she think he’s being weird for doing that#This was mostly just me messing around with the sprite^2s and fleshing them out#Also expanding upon Jasprose and Rose’s relationship cause I think it could be sooooo silly#anyway the last Jasprose panel intentionally looks like the scene in trickster mode where Dirk scolds Roxy for getting Drunk#Jasprose is all “you just hate me cause I remind you of mom#and Rose is like “No I hate you because you’re literally a worse#less articulate#horrifically selfish#version of me!”#Dirk asks Davepeta if they want a hug#cause of the whole brother/moirail death#and to both of their surprise they say no#that’s why they fist bump#The Lalonde’s conversation is left on a cliffhanger while Dirk dips out in order to do some soul searching#also the sprites not glowing anymore was a conscious decision#it’s meant to imply that now that they’re out of the medium they’re slowly losing their game construct-ness#also also Dirk’s house being in the middle of the ocean was a conscious decision#he put it there even though everyone else used Jade’s powers to have their houses move from their planets to Can Town#Roxy brings it up before they’re interrupted#anyway sorry for using this ask as an excuse to share old content I am just always brainrotting
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i think tim is possessive in the way that he wants to monopolize bernard's attention but bernard is possessive in the way that he wants to monopolize all of tim's emotions. like if tim could he'd replace all the breath in bear's lungs with his own so with every exhale, bernard would only think tim, tim, tim. but bear wants to be the sole recipient of tim's emotions. he wants to keep every smile, every tear, every frown to himself. he wants all of that to only be his. but tim belongs to so many people unlike bear who only belongs to tim. so he settles with the way tim laughs so hard that he snorts, at his corny jokes, at home. he settles with the frown that appears on his face as he works out the kinks in a new WE proposal. bernard lets himself be content with the way tim looks when he's hovering over him -- flushed and panting, tears building up in the corners of tim's eyes. at least this, he thinks reaching out to caress his boyfriend's face, at least this is mine. only mine.
#they're both fucking obsessed with each other#and like tim wants all of bernard's attention so badly. and like tim knows it's a little pathetic how needy he is#for bear's attention. but he /loves/ it. he loves the way bear looks at him like it's just them in the world.#like bear only sees tim. only needs tim.#and bear on the other hand? bear just some piece of tim for him. tim gives to the world all the time.#his time. his energy. his smile. anything the world is willing to take -- tim will give.#bear shares tim with gotham every day and night. it's not selfish to want something for yourself is it?#they both See each other and as such they want each other all the time. even when it's not feasible.#god there's smth in here about how isolated bear is compared to tim's. but i don't have enough energy to expand on that.#tim drake#bernard dowd#timbern#dc
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Sometimes I’ll read a fic and immediately start mentally writing alternative scenes/concepts and i always want to actually write it but it would require stealing quite a bit from the story and I’m just like damn…. I can’t write fic of a fic. I can’t be like “i liked your concept but here are all the things I’d do differently”
#i fall in love with the bones of the story but wanna alter the meat and it is admittedly from an asshole place lmfaooo#sometimes it’s because i love the world as is and want to expand and sometimes I’m like ‘no you didn’t do it right’ and both are bad prob
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Birthday Request Event
"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"
Gift Details ♥
Reader: afab!reader
Character: Trafalgar Law
Kink: #11 Bondage/Shibari
Prompt: #13 "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." & 8. "Stay still."
Gift Giver: @jiholeen & @laws-princess
You two had such similar asks I smushed them together and made a longer than normal drabble for it.
Summary: It's your first time being bound, and Law intends to do so properly.
Content Notes: bondage, rope, rotor toy used, vaginal fingering, forced orgasms, pet names, biting.
This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB
You stood naked in the room, shivering, though not from the cold. The blindfold over your eyes was by your own request, but it wasn’t doing you the good you hoped it would. You could feel his presence as he moved around you. The feel of the rope – coarse but not stiff – slipping over your skin as he brushed it along all the curves and tender places you had.
“How does it feel?” He questions quietly. Evenly. So terribly calmly.
You’d admitted to Law some weeks ago that you wanted to be tied up. You didn’t really know much about it, and he wanted to be able to do it safely, so all he’d asked for in return was some time to research it. Now you were in his bedroom, dealing with step one – which rope did you like better?
“It’s… it’s a little rough, but soft too. I like it.” You admit, voice shakier than you wanted it to be.
“We’ll start with this one then.” He states, and you feel his fingers trail across your shoulders lightly. You feel your muscles twitch at the teasing touch, and you try to hold in the soft moan that threatens to escape you. “It’ll be hard to say which is best until we use them all, but this was the most recommended as well.”
There’s a bit of silence as you can hear the sounds of the rope against the floor. You’re trying to keep yourself calm, but the anticipation almost carries more weight than the light touch earlier.
“We’ll start with a basic harness, and work from there.” Law explains. He’s in front of you now, and you feel the shift of his shirt as he reaches around you, looping the rope around your neck. “We’re going to keep it loose here.” You can feel two fingers against your throat as he makes the first knot. It’s snug, but not tight.
Holding the two sides of rope together he pulls it mostly taut down the front of your chest, stopping and making another knot. You feel a shiver run through you as he works, and you almost want to take the blindfold off.
If you look at those golden eyes right now, however, you might just crumple to the floor before he can finish the harness.
He leans forward, tugging you close with the rope. You can feel his lips against your ear and you squirm.
“Hold still, snowdrop.” He says firmly. “Let me move you when I need to.”
You nod a little. “Y-yes.”
“Yes?” He prompts, lips pressing against your neck softly.
“Yes, sir.” You correct. You can feel the heat rushing up to your face and ears.
“Good. Open your stance, I need room to bring this through.” He instructs. You can feel your embarrassment growing as you shuffle your feet apart, standing with them more at shoulder width than together. “There we go.”
You feel the rope against your leg for a moment as he steps around you, keeping the ropes together and tying another knot. You feel the knot rest against the small of your back lightly as he separates the ropes and loops them around your waist, threading them through the front of the rope harness. He tugs, pulling it snug and you feel a knot you hadn’t noticed before push against your slit.
“Ah – um… L-Law?” You stammer the question, gasping as a tug of the rope pushes it past your labia and against your clit. You buck at the sensation, your legs nearly buckling, and you feel a sharp tug of your hair as you’re held against Law’s chest.
“Stay. Still.” He commands. There’s a smile in his tone despite the rough actions and you’re aware that he knows full well what he did to you. Your breath falls heavy from your mouth, but you nod as he takes a step back.
He continues to loop the rope through the rest of the harness, bringing it up and looping it through the back of the loop of rope around your neck. The pattern, and opposing tensions created because of it, kept everything in place neatly.
His hands are over your shoulders, sliding down your arms and slowly guiding your arms behind your back. Soft kisses against your shoulders as he laces his fingers in yours for a moment has you struggling to stay still. Needy sounds escape you as his kisses move up your neck, nibbling the curve of your ear.
“I’ve got you, little snowdrop.” He purrs, his voice falling into your ear like sweet honey as he begins to tie your hands behind your back. “Tell me if anything goes numb. Even if you’re almost going to orgasm, you have to say something, understand?”
“Yes sir.” Your fingers kept brushing against his hands while he worked, and sometimes you’d feel his fingers trace lines in the palms of your hands when he could.
Once he was done he took a moment to check the knots. He asked you if anything was uncomfortable, and slipped his fingers under the ropes in places he was concerned might be too tight. Once he was sure that you were comfortable enough, you expected him to tease you relentlessly, but it seemed he had something else in mind for your first time in ropes.
It was cold and hard and no more than the size of his thumb, as he pushed it past the ropes and wedged it against your clit. You knew what was going to happen a split second before it did. The rotor purred to life against your clit and as you gasped, Law leaning down to kiss you.
His fingers teased your nipples, tugging, pinching, and rolling them between his fingers as he deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He starts to kneel, guiding you to move with him, keeping you steady and stealing kisses from you as you move.
He braces you against his knee, pushing the rotor against your clit more forcefully as he turns up the intensity. You squirm under the ropes, gasping pleasure into the kiss as he holds you in place on his thigh.
“I’m going to take the blindfold off, okay?” He questions and you nod your head.
Your eyes are wet and dazed. He’s not kissing you, but your mouth’s open in want, pleasure rolling off your tongue.
“You are really turned on,” Law muses. “I can’t wait to hear all the sounds you’ll make for me.”
Law’s earlier soft kisses are replaced by heavy bruising kisses against your skin. He leaves marks everywhere he can, leaving red bite marks in tender places causing you to buck and moan and cry into the air. His hands keep you where he wants you, moving you with a tug on the harness, or holding you still with an iron grip in your hair.
“L-Law I’m gonna c-cum, please!” You beg, body shivering against him as your legs twitch and your toes start to curl.
He pulls you close, keeping the rotor pinned against your clit as he reaches around and slips a finger past the rope, pushing his middle finger into your pussy. “Cum for me,” he demands, his voice rushed and strained.
You buck enough to bring your feet off the floor, squirming uselessly against the ropes as you scream your first orgasm into his chest. Pleasure rips through your body and it’s not just the orgasm that feels good, but the struggle itself.
Sunk against his chest you’re almost crying as you draw in shuddering breaths, the intense pleasure abating a little. Law’s finger twists and a second one pushes inside you, filling the room with wet sounds as the rotor revs up to what you hope is its highest setting.
The stretch from two fingers, the insistence of the rotor, the pleasure still tingling through you and the sheer fact that you cannot get away are working against you. If against is even the right word, you’re not sure, but the pleasure is building up again and it feels too soon.
“Law – Law, please… please… I’m gonna… Hnnnnngh – cum again, please!” You beg.
“Cum again.” He huffs, holding you tight. “Scream little snowdrop.”
His name falls from your lips in broken pieces of pleasure, crashing against his shoulder as your shuddering body fought uselessly against the ropes. His fingers thread through yours, holding you tight as you tense and spasm from the orgasm, your cries of pleasure falling into heavy gasps as you work to catch your breath.
Wet fingers grip your ass as he pulls his fingers out from inside you. You squeak from the sensation and hear Law chuckle a little as he tilts your chin up.
“L-Law, the rotor.” Your eyes are hazy and tired and you’re struggling to stay focused on him, especially with the continuing buzz between your legs.
“It doesn’t go any higher.” He answers, and you shake your head.
“It’s – that’s not the issue!” You gasp, struggling as he grips your ass with both hands and starts pressing you into his thigh. “L-Law – please!”
“Mm, am I making you cum again? Is that what you’re begging for?” He grins as his fingers squeeze your ass again.
“N-no, I – yes, but with… with y-you inside me.” Your voice falters at the end. Those golden eyes seem to look right into your soul and it’s embarrassing.
“I was inside you earlier.” He points out, leaning down and kissing your cheek before he whispers in your ear. “You’ll have to ask clearly.”
“Your… your cock, please. Please Law I want it.” You beg, squirming as the relentless rotor continues to tease you.
You feel him shift your legs, straddling you over his hips and not just his thigh. You can feel pressure as his erection pushes against you, causing you and Law to hiss softly at the vibrating pleasure.
“Don’t worry,” he says, his voice husky and needy as he moves the rope aside, letting the rotor fall to the floor. “I’ll take care of you.”
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#birthday request event#one piece drabble#trafalgar law#law x reader#x reader#reader insert#I hope I am forgiven for smushing gifts together#Thank you both for this ♥ I might expand on it further honestly#but I didn't want to go too high on word count for the event xD
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i still think bout the end of the jarilo-vi quests in hsr when bronya and seele decide to hide the fact cocolia was a monster and create propoganda about her nobly sacrificing herself to seal the stellaron. like i STILL fucking think bout that and just
i mean for one what the FUCK but also specifically in terms of gepard. its so so cruel
like w his character i feel his unwavering loyalty and 'dont question things' and how he stands by the rules no matter what is kinda a defense mechanism for him. like we got flashbacks of him going to cocolia to talk about how he watched his soldiers die and be consumed and twisted by the fragmentum. and his character stories you unlock as u level him up are just. so much. him internally questioning why cocolia lets the guards jus die in waves against the fragmentum. i mean like
in another he is prodded by serval of if he would act against the supreme guardian if it would protect belobog and he reluctantly says yes. But he continued and Continues to think that cocolia had a reason. that she wasnt sending them to die and sacrificing guards to the stellaron.
I feel he holds onto the idea of cocolia being Good and Right because otherwise that would mean all that death was for nothing and that he was complicit in the wanton murder of the guards under his charge. and the fact that he isnt told the truth. that cocolia was in fact a monster. drives me INSANE. like he out of everyone in belobog deserves to know that countless people died for nothing. he needs th chance to fucking snap
#gepard landau#honkai star rail#it GENUINELY drives me fucking nuts#i hope if they ever return to belobog they actually do somethin w this.#like i feel theres so much that they could and should expand on but idk if they will#like fucking HELL#i loved bronya and seele up til that point like in seele's case it makes NO sense#like to her character and the fact she was the one who was like oh lets propagate! CRAZY#thats not seele oh fuck#i have so many thoughts about gepard and sampo both of them lafhslgh#i dont want to squish gepard into paste tho i want to give him a gun
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metalhead ghost who’s been in moshpits since he was a kid and is now a veteran of the scene and the self appointed look out. he keeps an eye out for anyone falling or passing out, kicks the shit out of anyone crowd killing or putting their hands where they shouldn’t
and he’s been keeping an eye on the punk in the kilt since he saw him throw himself headfirst into the wall of death
he looks like the type to start shit - loud and aggressive as anyone else here but a punk doesn't end up at a metal show for no reason - but there's also something niggling at him that he's gonna end up getting himself hurt. and ghost can’t tell if he’s going to do it on purpose
if he does, ghost needs to know. he uses these places as an escape - the music, the violence, the community - always has and he knows all to well how easily an escape can curdle and become destructive. he’s seen too many people lost to the darker parts of the scene, almost lost himself to it; he doesn’t want it to happen to anyone else if he can help it
so when he sees the punk sweating his mohawk off, his movements becoming looser and uncoordinated, he has no issues with yanking him out of the pit and pulling him away from the crowd; pushing him up against the venue wall and ordering him to open his mouth
the glaze that falls over his eyes concerns him even as he obediently lets his mouth fall open. he was right; the punk’s severely dehydrated, tongue and gums far to pale and along with the look in his eyes, he half-thinks he’s about to drop
he reflexively tightens his hold on his jaw to keep him up and the punk shivers, a flush creeping up his neck. an almost confused arousal joins the haze in his eyes and ghost smirks beneath his mask
looks like metal shows aren’t the only thing the punk is new to
#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghoap#ghost has a split tongue bc i said so#and soaps mohawk is overgrown and fluffy as hell running down the back of his neck#once ghost forces water down his throat soap comes back online and is his usual self and ghost starts to like him even more#he likes having someone that can go toe to toe with him#i wish i knew more about the scene so i could expand this but i dont know shit about punk or metal culture lmao#i do know itd be mid 20s soap and late 30s early 40s ghost and soaps just self destructing#wanting to be an artist but hes being strangled both by his family who think its a waste when hes so mathematically smart#and by the artistic community who hate his pieces for being too chaotic and non traditional#ghost keeps running into him at shows and he recognises that self destruction all too well#and he sees him declining and knows if he doesnt step in no one will#he was a drug addict after getting caught up in abusive relationship with roba#and it was only his brothers death that pulled him out of his spiral#he doesnt want death to be the end of this spitfire punks story#soaps also got that classic catholic guilt internalised homophobia going for him#hes only ever known the bad parts of the scene he didnt know there was anything different#until ghost introduces him to price and nikolai whove been together longer than hes been alive#and to gaz and farah and alex who make no secret of their love for each other and soap realises just how deprived he is of healthy love#not when his parents barely stand him not when his sister only got married when she fell pregnant and they forced her into the church#with a man she hardly knew just so they could keep their reputation#just ghost showing soap theres more to life than violence and hatred and theres so much love for him to discover#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#soap cod#save post
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I gotta say I am loving the hilariously mixed bag of reviews for the fnafmovie from all the people i follow. Loved it! Didn't. It was everything I could wanted! Incredibly disappointing. What the fuck!! What the fuck.
#i understand all of them tbh#fnaf movie#fnaf#snake hisses#fnaf spoilers#fnaf movie spoilers#i have a lot of greviences with how they did things/what they did with things but its not like i can change it Or#get mad at it for not being what i wanted#consider this: This is The fnaf movie. an indie game with such a popular response the#*that its turned and expanded into a ever growing franchise with both many games and books. and now its got a FUCKING M O V I E that you ca#see in theaters. astonishing. unheard of. even if you thought it was utter dogshit its still there!!!! the five nights at freddies movie!!
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Fuck it, time to be loudly cringe & find my 30 weirdos.
Trafficstuck AU
Because even 12 years after starting Homestuck, I still found myself in bed one night, trying to sleep, but unable to because all I could think about was Griann <> Gudtym Wiscar.
(I’ve got so much figured out for this AU that I don’t know how to share. Please send me asks about your fave/anything you’re curious about so that I can have some direction for this lore vomit!)
#I’ve got troll names & blood colors for everyone#plus a handful of their quadrants figured out#I have so many more ideas tho that I haven’t written down yet#(I should really write this stuff down…)#I can tell you right now tho that there are A Lot of ships in this#mostly because quadrants but also because like#what not have polyamory if it’s my AU & I want to?#also lots of quadrant confusion#because feelings are complicated#(also I promise for my followers who are looking for SmallEtho or scarian)#(that there is plenty of both in this AU.)#trafficstuck#hermitstuck#(because that tag gets seen more & I might expand to all the hermits as well once I know them better!)#traffic smp#trafficblr#verdant art#also I drew these like. Over a month ago.#it was the doodle of Gudtym & Griann that actually drove me to join this fandom.#(this fandom being mcytblr)#I drew these nerds as trolls & suddenly the brain rot had claimed me lol#scarian#I supposed I should tag that just in case.#as it’s explicitly stated here.
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what if we were both lonely
#oc#marolyne castelle#princess mom#moonlight#moonmary#can i. make up canon ship names for my ocs. can i do it for fun. please#what if we were both lonely and i was a woman and you were an infinetly expanding shadowy mass; an eldritch being#i cant believe theyre a thing but theu are. in some sense. not only because its incredibly fun concept but also because#it also works really well for the story. and it just hapoened to work out thag way#im giving mary a lot more love in these new plot ideas im having ...#shes more nuanced. less “evil queen neglectful parent”#ill talk about my new ideas sometime when i get the chance#ive been rewriting gidget too... ive realized i think her character was going in a direction i dodmt want it to#ill tell you all about it sometimes#*sometime
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At rest, your lungs wish to deflate, and your ribcage expands outwards.
#better drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#yiling laozu#Happy Friday the 13th!#This is scientific fact btw!#Ventilation operates through a series of active and passive forces#The active forces being muscular contraction with inhalation and exhalation having their own set of muscles.#but the interesting part is the passive forces at work:#The lungs have a certain level of elasticity to them - meaning the more they expand the more the those elastic forces are functioning-#-to try and return the system to rest (exhalation passive forces). Your diaphragm is the main force - pushing against the lungs at rest.#Your ribcage on the other hand is under a state of being pulled outwards. It *wants* to be as open as possible.#These to contradicting forces create a constant push and pull which assists in the ebb and flow of air. Most significantly with exhalation.#Now that being said - the primary action of inhalation ventilation is through control centers in your brainstem.#If you lose connection to that due to trauma you're going to need ventilation assistance.#Small note: Respiration is the cellular event of chemical exchange in the alveoli. Ventilation is airflow and pressure.#They are both important but also very different things. Sadly used interchangeably.#My anatomy nerd brain is screaming over the inaccurate ribcage...but its...recognizable. I will get it right one day.#Okay nerd rant over (I cut out a lot of stuff about pressure gradients. They are cool. To me.)#This is a redraw of an mspaint doodle I made back in april. I yearn to make the Yiling Laozu eerie as he deserves#Tear that bitch (affectionate) apart!#Been playing around with hatching for a while and its amazing how many styles there are! Not sure I'll stick with this one (but it was fun)
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Still so proud of this design
de-powered Mal my beloved
#disney descendants#rewrite Mal#art#my art#d3 mal redesign#d3 redesign#screenshot redraw#oh and minor thing i think i never expanded on#her thumb ring on her right hand#its both a nod to Benny boi#and her dad! hades!#she mainly wears it to rep Ben tho#but i wanted to give her a spot of blue before she went full hades color pallet#to#ya know#properly foreshadow it without it being fucking obvious
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my fave hc about hakuba is that he thinks he's all prim and proper. he certainly tries to present himself as one, but the moment he's with hattori he gets sucked into their petty competitiveness where they end up throwing playground insults and basically devolving into grade schoolers; he lets himself be dragged into whatever mess kaito is cooking up, even though he should know better, because he thinks he should act as the voice of reason when in reality he's just really curious and would deny ever joining in the said act if he ever did (he does); and when he's with shinichi you'd think they'd be all fine and dandy because they both love mysteries and sherlock holmes but they quickly realize that their type of mystery books besides sherlock holmes are completely different. they also discover that they love sherlock holmes for vastly different reasons and so every Sherlock Talk turns into a heated Sherlock Debate and according to kaito and hattori, it is seriously one of the nerdiest exchanges they've ever witnessed in their entire lives.
at one point someone finally points it out to him, "hey hakuba i thought you were a really calm and unapproachable dude but you actually have no fucking chill lol"
he brings this up to shinichi and shinichi's like, "yeah you don't, why do you think hattori and kaito still likes hanging out with you even when they claim that, and i quote, "your existence is insufferable and that you have a stick up your ass."
"gee thanks, kudou."
"you're welcome."
#hakuba saguru#kudou shinichi#hattori heiji#kuroba kaito#dcmk#detective conan#gosho boys#dc prattles#the man has no fucking chill like who tf drops everything in his homeland moves into another country#just cos he wants to catch a thief LOL#(he's just another zenigata pretending to be chill LOL)#gosho boys are all gremlins and menaces but theyre on a spectrum#they wreak havoc in different ways#i cannot expand on this i need more braincells to brainrot lol#also i love the idea of shinichi and hakuba being all 'EEEY A SHERLOCKIAN!!!!!' but then immediately going 'no NO YOURE WRONG'#'that is NOT the correct way to appreciate sherlock holmes!!!!!!!'#also their fave SH book differs so thats a whole other mess lmao#but also they both hate bbc sherlock LOL (personally love bbc sherlock but i think it's funny for hakushin to hate it lol)#HAKUSHIN HATE WATCHES BBC SHERLOCK OMG!!!!!!!! But they agree benedict cumberbatch is great because i said so 😤#also shinichi thinks hakuba is a little silly for wearing a deerstalker and basically cosplaying sherlock holmes unironically LMAO#TO HAKUBA'S DISMAY AND KAITO'S JOY LOL#hattori dgaf cos he stans the QUEEN#btw if u squint you'll see how i sneaked a kaishin there LOL#hehehe head empty u already know it
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*downs coffee like a shot* Before we go back to our regularly scheduled Linktober/Linktober Shadow (because I don't leave things unfinished if I can help it), I gotta get the idea of Revenant First out of my system and y'all get to suffer with me until it eventually ceases being an idea and it turns into an actual story. For some reason we talk a lot about First already being alive or already a ghost by the time the Chain meets him, but I don't think I've ever heard someone talk about him actually coming back to life and so y'all get to suffer with my insane ramblings like I'm an 1800's psychic ward patient who believes themselves to be a witch.
Can be x Reader or not idk just an idea that won't leave my mind.
Might expand on this later so Part out of I/?
Revenant First, who died for his people and in the name of his Goddess. All alone on the surface, fighting, fighting, fighting, always fighting. Just to make the land a little safer before the next hero arrives, just to contain the Imprisoned for a little while longer with likely nothing than a ordinary, common sword to his name and a slowly rusting armor.
Always giving so so so much for his people, always doing his best to protect them, though they scorned him, loathed him, didn't believe or support him, rejected him.
With a spirit so strong and lovely that a Goddess fell for him, hated herself for having to manipulate and put him through such horrid experiences just to save the many, just to turn the diamond of his soul into an unbreakable lonsdaleite blade agaisnt a mad deity.
Someone whose will would be enough to keep him going, just one more fight right? Just one more kill right? Forward, forward, ever onward, it doesn't matter if the flesh decays, if the blood drips drips drips until he is dry of it, if the liver doesn't process nutrients, if the lungs don't draw air, if the nerves feel nothing but the cold cold numbness of the winter of his final years, if the heart doesn't beat. If the armor rusts or the sword breaks. He must keep going, he must keep fighting.
To keep them safe he must have faith, faith that he can keep going, to grasp onto that one.single.thread of purpose until the day that fiery, indomitable, determined will finally burns out. Even if his Goddess may have forsaken him knowingly or unknowingly, even if his people have rejected him to the point he isn't even human anymore, even though they reviled him, even if that rejection should by all intents and purposes chained his spirit to the land or ground the jewel of his unbreakable soul into dust, he still loves them, still adores them, still wants to protect them.
No matter how long he must keep going for it. He wishes to see those he holds dear happy, though they cursed and imprisoned him once.
The Chain getting dropped into a completely empty, desolated and undeniably dead version of Sky's Hyrule, only to find the only living thing besides monster is a single man, with rusted gold armor and an old sword, a faded tunic of green with a long, crimson scarf like a bloody banner. With hair and eyes like theirs, undeniably a Link. But so very frigid, so very silent they almost didn't notice him, that they can't help but wonder just how many years he has spent there, eroding away, ruined but still kind, kind, so very gentle. A shadow of his former self, yes, but still himself, still so so so good, doing all he can until Sky's Era comes and maybe, just maybe, he can finally rest.
Or maybe not, after all, someone has to keep the land safe until the Hero after Sky comes around, no?
Just Revenant First in general.
Or maybe we give him the House in Fata Morgana treatment, the House in Fata Hylia Au if you will- *collapses from sleep deprivation*
#linked universe headcanons#lu first#lu fic idea#Revenant First#lu first x reader#maybe? it's mostly just an idea lol#might expand on this later lol#Also knows as what happens when Summer is sleep deprived while doing essays takes a break by listening to The House in Fata Morgana OST#and suddenly gets First in the brain lol#still have way too much First Hero on the brain that man deserves the world but at the same time I want to put him into Situations lol#Feral Revenant First being protective of the Chain my beloved#Sky being so confused because Fi at the same time recognizes the man and has just started lowkey crying and screaming in chimes#Twi Wind Hyrule and Time not knowing wether to be morbidly intrigued or horrified because he registers as both dead and alive to them#Meanwhile First is just chilling#doing his own thing and probably bonding with Wild over 'Being Dead but Got Better'#Probably doesn't even register he shouldn't be moving anymore after taking a stab to the heart or something lol#if we want to make an X Reader kind of thing then it's literally his love for Reader which also allows him to keep going#alongside sheer force of will and determination#Michel and Giselle vibes ya know? lol#Wait would that make Hylia Morgana? Or could it be Demise or something? Eh#I dunno might expand on that later/write out that Au later on as a self indulgent thing#Anyway for now ya'll get this until I am finally not swamped with literature/language essays and fistfighting sleep deprivation#Summer Writes#Summer Writes Linked Universe Headcanons#Summer's Sleep Deprived Headcanons
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