#Tru muscle

[disabilityhorizons]

Tru Grip - door handle extension kit

Easy to use – ergonomic shape and large handle provides extra leverage

Durable, weatherproof materials – can be used both indoors and outdoors

Innovative, multi-award-winning design – created to aid those with arthritis to open and close doors

You will receive 1 x Tru Grip left handle, 1 x Tru Grip right handle and 6 zip ties per order.

Scroll down for more information and installation instructions. 

Tru Grip is a door handle extension kit that can be used on almost any door handle to provide extra grip and leverage for those with painful joints and muscle conditions, such as arthritis.

Easy to use and easy to install, the Tru Grip is a long, durable handle with an ergonomic shape that provides better control when opening, closing or locking doors.

The curved, specially designed shape is large enough to be used by not only your hand, but your elbow, arm or whatever part of your body makes it easier for you to open the door - reducing stress and strain on sore, aching or damaged muscles and joints.

This multi-award-winning door handle is simply placed over your existing door handle and attached using zip ties, to ensure a secure, steady alternative to traditional, small door handles.

The Tru Grip can be used both indoors and outdoors, including PVC backdoors - however, due to the upwards pulling motion needed to lock PVC backdoors, it is suggested you install the Tru Grip upside to provide a better angle for use.

Quick and easy to install:

1. Place the Tru Grip over the handle of your door 2. Use a zip tie included in your kit, and slip it through the holes on the Tru Grip handle 3. Fasten the zip tie tightly around the handle, and trim off excess tie 4. Use at least 2 zip ties and ensure the Tru Grip is sturdy and secure before use

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[abbatoirablaze]

Muscle Memory, Lucy McConky

Word Count: 1k

Miranda moaned in her sleep. 

Lucy swallowed as the woman just across the way shifted onto her back, her chest jutting out as she stretched in her sleep. 

It was almost time.

Lucy could see how she moved, her body clearly ready for what she had planned. 

And Lucy was ready to pounce.

The delicate Christmas lights that lined the hall just outside of their bunkroom shaded Miranda in such a way that her skin glowed; and Lucy began to feel warm. 

‘Lucy I’m all yours’ Miranda moaned.  She sat straight up and lowered her blanket, patting her bunk, ‘come keep me warm, Lucy…it’s so cold in this bunk room without you right here!’

Lucy shook her head, trying to ignore the fantasies that had played out in her dreams tens of times. 

She’d thought about it all too much if there was ever a day where the two of them were alone in the station.

She’d done it enough that she’d had it down to a science, and now was her just desserts. 

‘Lucy,’ Miranda moaned again.  She pulled off her top, and Lucy watched as the Christmas lights made her breasts glow even more.  Her hands ran down her chest and towards her sleep shorts, ‘Lucy…I’m so lonely.  I need you taking care of me…come warm me up…’

Lucy moaned.

Quietly, she pushed herself out of bed, and made her way towards Mirandas.  She knew that she didn’t have to be quiet though. 

Not after earlier. 

She knew the real reason why she’d been so tired and agreed so quickly to the switch off with who got to nap. 

“You sure you don’t want any cocoa?” Lucy asked as she looked over her shoulder.  She dropped the powder in the second cup and began stirring it, “it’s practically tradition around here to drink hot chocolate around Christmas time!”

“I mean…if it’s tradition, I really shouldn’t break it,” Miranda asked, “should I?”

“Not at all!” Lucy grinned as she turned and walked towards the table, handing it to her, “bottom’s up!”

Miranda moaned again as Lucy pulled the blanket down her toned legs. 

She felt like she was practically salivating when she saw the wet spot on her sleep shorts.  Pride swelled in her stomach as she knew why. 

She’d been doing this every week since the summer. 

Whether Miranda knew it or not, her body was practically conditioned for Lucy. 

She slipped onto the edge of the bed, parting the other firefighter’s legs enough to slide between them so that she could lift her partner’s lower half.  And with a firm, but simple tug, her shorts came down, and Lucy was drooling almost as much as the other woman’s pussy. 

“I’ve missed you,” Lucy smiled, sliding out of her partner’s legs just enough so that she could remove her shorts and underwear entirely.  When her job was complete, she made her way back onto the bed on her stomach, until her face was inches away from her glistening petals.  Her fingers gently reached out and she spread her lips.  Her pussy, responding, clenched around nothing, her clit thrumming in anticipation, “I’m going to keep you warm, don’t you worry…I’ve got a very nice Christmas ‘o’ to keep you over until New Years…”

Lucy’s eyes closed as she inhaled the other woman’s scent. 

Her heart raced.

She leaned forward and her tongue reached out until she tasted the sweet tang of her unknowing partner’s juices.  Miranda’s head lulled to the side as she delicately sighed.  Lucy smiled, her fingers keeping the woman’s lips parted, while her tongue gently probed at her hole and teased her clit. 

Miranda shifted a little more, and one of Lucy’s hands reached up.  She pushed her hand under her shirt and bra.  Scooting up ever so slightly, she pushed her face into her partner’s mound, her nose bumping into her clit, while her tongue lapped up her juices. 

While one hand worked on massaging her breasts and lightly tweaking her nipples, the other looped under her thigh, forcing the half-asleep woman to wrap her leg around Lucy’s head.

“That’s right,” Lucy purred against her core as a new wave of fluid kept her pussy drooling, “your pussy is so wet for me, Miranda…you want this just as much as I do.”

Miranda moaned, arching as Lucy buried her face into her core once again, allowing herself to be drenched in her juices. 

Lucy continued lapping at her cunt until she came, another wave flooding into her mouth.  Lucy groaned, wanting more relief as her tongue stopped fucking her partner’s hole and she began sucking on her clit. 

Miranda shuddered, quickly becoming oversensitive. 

Lucy released her clit with a soft pop and looked at her partner. 

Her own panties now drenched, she frowned. 

Getting an idea, she re-dressed Miranda before reaching a hand into her own sleep shorts and sticking a few fingers into her own hole. 

Holding back her own moans, she fingered herself for a moment, before pulling them out.  She was gentle in slipping her fingers into Miranda’s mouth.

The woman sighed, still in a deep sleep. 

And then she felt her tongue swirling around her digits. 

Lucy smiled as she sucked her fingers clean and shifted a little more in the bed. 

Shimmying out of her shorts and straddling her partner’s face, she opened her own petals to the other woman with one hand, and used her other to gently part Miranda’s lips. 

Lucy’s eyes closed once more as her more southern lips met the more northern ones of Mirandas.  She felt like she was in heaven. 

Her core was soaked, and it didn’t take long for Lucy to rub her arousal all over her partner’s face.  But she was shocked when she felt Miranda’s lips quiver, her tongue darting from between her lips to catch her essence. 

Miranda moaned in her sleep as Lucy pressed her partner’s mouth into her core; her legs nearly buckling when she felt Miranda’s mouth latch onto her clit, and she started sucking.

[rizsu]

fuck my life; hold me tight. model!gojo satoru ��� fem-reader.

satoru came back after his two-week long trip for his modeling gigs. he's the same, but who's this ‘saori’ lady with a thorny stick up her ass? wc : 6.2k · usage of y/n.

+ love ‘su: thou shall not lie, thou shall not cheat! 😝 i left this without the small font bc it's lowkey a lot tbh

one › who's this?

undoubtedly, today’s the most important. you’ve been impatiently crossing off the days on the calendar until satoru returns. familiar with your excitement, he called you prior to hold you back from coming to the airport. it was strange, but nevertheless you thought less of it.

with your day now free, you spent it preparing for satoru. his favorite dishes were made, charcuterie board prepared, and the series you both watched together can be resumed. every time the thought of seeing satoru with your eyes again comes about, you get goosebumps. it’s almost sickening how he’s plagued your mind, becoming the balance-shifting object for your moods.

your eyes shift to the clock, realizing that there’s only an hour until he walks through the door. 4:00 p.m it reads, you’ve yet to shower — let alone choose an outfit. some may say your actions are too much, but nothing is ever “too much” when it comes to satoru. have you lost your marbles? not all, but perhaps you’ve become slightly boy crazy (with justifying reasons!)

4:58 p.m: you’re anxiously switching between apps on your phone, trying your best to not stare at the clock on the top of the screen. it’s insanely tempting, but you won’t give in. there’s no better distraction than window shopping on websites for items you’ll never set free with your credit card.

the door slams open, and soon a cheerful voice follows. they both jerk you out of your trance, leaving you with the pair of a palpitating heart and widened eyes.

“BABY!” a disheveled satoru shouts, recklessly dropping his luggage at the front of the door.

he walk-runs past the furniture, dodging the table corners until he’s nearing the sofa you’re situated on.

“sa-SATORU?!” you’re shocked even though you expected his arrival.

you unconsciously stood up, abandoning your phone as you moved to him. satoru mirrors you, being the first of the two to engulf you into a heartfelt hug. he squeezes you hard, burying his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder. his hand cups the back of your head, pressing softly into your hair.

“i missed you,” he whispers, letting out a shaky breath. “it took an entire week to sleep properly without you.”

“you’re addicted,” you joked, lifting a hand to ruffle his already-ruffled hair.

“not funny.”

“okay, okay, sorry. i missed you too.” you pull away from satoru, smiling at his pouting expression.

your hands move to his shoulders, gripping his puffed jacket to pull them down. he helps you by moving his arms out of it. once it’s off, he rolls his shoulders back, rolling his neck around to stretch his muscles. he’s been cooped up in a sitting position for twelve hours; the last thing he needs are stiff muscles and a sore body.

content with the new, relaxed feeling, satoru looks around. everything’s the same, as expected. nothing changed other than the charcuterie board on the coffee table and the dishes on the dining table. immediately, he recognizes the food. how could he not? it’s the food he labeled as his favorite even when it wasn’t.

in multiple attempts to please your mother on the first meeting, he went along with her words.

the soap opera she’s caught up in? oh, he’s been watching it too!

short videos she found on social media that are painfully unfunny? actually, it’s hilarious!

the lunch she cooked? it’s now something he’s been craving for weeks.

the salad? to you, he hates greens since they’re ‘flavorless’. to your mother? golly! put more on his plate!

he spent the week at your parents’ gaslighting himself until it became the truth. he became a new man after the meeting. lemon water was his new go-to (influenced by your mother) and card games are his forte (influenced by your father).

ever since then the main dish your mother cooked up became his true favorite. maybe it’s because of the warmth that came with it, or maybe it’s because he’s still gaslighting himself. nonetheless, he’ll always eat it.

“did you make all this yourself?” he questions, stealing a bite before you could’ve plated his food.

“hands off,” you slapped his hand, “i didn’t, though. i asked my mother.”

“ah, my mother-in-law. i miss your parents, too. we should visit,” he suggests, rubbing his hand that you heartlessly slapped.

“mhm, soon,” you agreed, sliding his plate to him. ���let’s sit and eat.”

──

the plates are cleared, the charcuterie board’s three-quarters finished, and you’re on the final episode of season one of the show. satoru’s head is on your lap, busying his hands by poking at your thigh’s skin. your hand’s following suit, busying itself by playing with his hair strands.

the show was long forgotten, being demoted to background noise the moment you asked satoru to tell you all about the trip. you’ve heard the details beforehand during your calls, but it’s different to hear it face-to-face.

you intently listened as he talked, giving him mhms and yeahs to let him know you’re listening.

“oh, and i met a new co-worker? friend? i dunno but we’re acquainted now,” he speaks, looking up to you.

“really? i’m glad. is he a model too?”

“yeah, but it’s a she.”

you paused for a second. a she? that’s new. you’re not the type to anger yourself over your boyfriend befriending the opposite gender, but you’d still like to see her.

“i’d like to meet her,” you said, looking down at him with a soft smile.

“are you free in two days? i have a meeting that day. she’ll probably be there — no chances though, i never asked about her schedule...” his voice trails off as he ponders, trying to remember if she mentioned anything about being in a meeting after the trip.

“of course i’m free. i took a sick leave on purpose for this week.”

satoru laughs at the new information. you took a sick leave just for him? at your position of head assistant? he’ll never find someone who loves him like you do.

— two days after : the meeting.

you’re walking hand-in-hand with satoru through the hallway. you’re a little — no, incredibly nervous. it’s your first time officially meeting satoru’s business buddies. they know of you, you know of them, but that’s about it.

you dressed yourself up professionally, trying to match the classy rich vibes. it’s times like these you appreciate satoru’s over-the-top, multiple-zeros gifts. you’ll have to remember to give him special thanks for this.

“okay, we’re here,” he says, knocking you out of the nervousness.

“if you start feeling uncomfortable, squeeze my hand, okay? i’ll take you out of there,” reassuring you, he gifts you a peck on your forehead, topping it off with his genuine smile that’s only for you.

his hand turns the door knob, walking in with his model smile as he greets the members. you’re tailing behind him, trying to hide. the sudden energy shift didn’t match yours, so your instinct to hide behind satoru kicked in. unluckily for you, your boyfriend was set to formally introduce you. he uses a hand to hold your wrist, pulling you to the side of him.

“you brought a plus one with you i see,” a guy notes the obvious, smiling at your shyness. he already has an idea of who you are.

his words catch the attention of others. within seconds every pair of eyes landed on you. unfamiliar with the amount of attention, you squeezed satoru’s hand, placing a fake smile to mask your uncomfort.

“nuh uh, get your own. that’s too much staring,” satoru complains, squeezing back your hand. he steps in front of you, leading you both to two reserved seats at the table.

“i’m assuming that lady must be the one you talked everyone’s ears off about,” a lady suggests this time, stretching out her arm to you as she’s on the opposite side, but directly in front of you.

you stretched your arm out to her, accepting her handshake.

“i’m (y/n), pleasure to meet you.”

“it’s a pleasure to meet you too. call me mia,” she introduces herself, ignoring the heated glare of a man who doesn’t like sharing.

similarly, you’re ignoring the gut feeling of someone glaring through your soul. the situation feels similar to your teacher staring at you during an exam when you secretly have cheating materials with you.

the meeting continues on. you were introduced to everyone and met with questions. some complained about satoru to you, and others asked how you’re able to tolerate him. of course, satoru took offense. he flipped them off with the finger that has your matching rings on.

an hour later, you’re in the building’s cafeteria with satoru. it was okay; the atmosphere was friendly — minus that one person who glared at you. you don’t know who they are, nor what they look like as you avoided that corner. your social battery is drained, and you’re hungry for a light snack.

“baby, can you order for us? i gotta let it go. real bad,” satoru says, balling his fingers into a fist to hold back the feeling.

“uh, sure, but what do you mean let it go?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“piss, baby. piss. love you, bye!”

with that, satoru speeds off, almost colliding with another worker in the process.

gathering your order, you looked around for an unoccupied table to sit at. unfortunately, they’re all unoccupied. it’s a little awkward, but you’re left with no other option than to ask someone if satoru has his own office.

“ah, mia!” you called out, spotting her outside the smoking room.

“(y/n)! need anything before i smoke?” she smiles, pointing at the door.

“um, do you know if satoru has his own office?” contrary to your nervousness, your voice came out perfectly.

“take the elevator and press number ten. turn left and stop until you’re at the third room; that’s his office.”

“thanks much, mia!” you gave her a bright smile, turning around to find your new destination.

“no problem, (y/n),” she waves you off, entering the smoking room.

you followed mia’s directions, taking the elevator to floor ten and entering the third room on the left. it’s no doubt that the office is satoru’s. the pineapple-framed mirror confirmed it all. that mirror is the same mirror satoru try to convince you that it’s “in style”.

settling down in his office, you can finally be at rest. placing the food his desk, you plopped yourself down on his chair.

‘it’s comfortable, but surely it doesn’t take that long to pee,’ you think, suspecting that satoru may have gotten caught up in a conversation.

the door clicks, opening to reveal someone. your mind thought of satoru, but it was indeed not. it wasn’t even the right gender. a beautiful girl entered; her aura was a cool, mysterious, “i’m better than you” feel. confusion poured down on you. who is she and why is she here?

you don’t strike a conversation. instead, you simply watch her walk into the office until she’s in front of the desk.

“do you need some—”

“you must be gojo satoru’s bitch.”

“excuse me?” not only were you cut off, you were called a bitch. clearly, she’s not on friendly terms, and who does she think she is?

she looks down at you, placing a taunting smile on her lips. you don’t care since you’re the one on his chair, but who is she calling a bitch?!

“compared to satoru, you’re… low, to put it kindly!”

“okay, but who asked you that?” you questioned her, rolling your eyes.

if you were in a fantasy novel, she’d be the main villainess who’s engaged to the male lead for political reasons. you’re the female lead who’ll become victim to the villainess’ antics as the male lead, satoru, fell for you.

flustered at your sentence, she scoffs. compared to the shy persona you displayed at the meeting, you’re all bitchy now.

“i don’t need someone to ask me something in order to speak my mind.”

“oh my god. i didn’t ask you that, nor do i want your input.” you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink.

“i don’t like you. you’re not good enough for satoru,” she voices her (unwanted) opinions, scanning you up and down.

“it’s gojo to you, missy. who’s the girlfriend here?” you noted her mistakes while making your position obvious.

she rolls her eyes, offended at being called ‘missy.’

“and it’s saori, not missy. get it right.”

“why must you disturb my tranquility with your nonsense ? please exit, missy.”

“i said it’s—”

“saori? why are you here?” satoru enters, removing his coat in the process.

“that’s what i asked her,” you said, looking at her up and down with a raised eyebrow.

“i wanted to meet your girl-friend, satoru!” suddenly her tone changed. the space she put between the word girlfriend didn’t go unnoticed by you either.

this is ridiculous.

he slowly nods, thinking that the deliberate pause between girlfriend might’ve been his imagination.

“oh, i was gonna introduce you guys. you beat me to it,” he pouts, walking over next to you to give you another kiss.

you smiled at satoru but smirked at saori.

irritated, she huffs, “i’ve seen enough, call me when you’re free from that, satoru.”

both of you watch her walk out in silence. satoru’s now confused.

“what’s that about?” he asks, scratching his head.

“is she the friend you talked about?” you answered his question with your question.

“yeah, but i don’t know why she has such an attitude all of a sudden. did her boyfriend argue with her?”

“pfft— she has a boyfriend?” you scoffed, learning that she’s not only the bitch, but potentially unloyal. why else would she bother you, who’s satoru’s girlfriend, if it wasn’t because she likes him?

he nods, shrugging off the curiosity to know what’s with her shift in behavior.

“whatever, let’s eat, baby.”

──

it’s way past your bedtime, and you’ve just arrived home. the day was eventful, minus the missy encounter, but nonetheless you had fun.

although you’re glad to be acquainted with satoru’s peers, you couldn’t shake off the suspicion that sao-whatever-her-name-is has been making advances to satoru while your presence was absent.

you can tell that satoru holds no affection to her, but you’re still worried. satoru’s loyal, yes, but he’s an oblivious idiot. if he nor you isn’t the one flirting, he wouldn’t notice anything. that’s why her behavior change whenever he’s around is seen as “friendly” and not “i want you so bad” to him.

you sighed, shaking your head to rid it of her. what’s important is that satoru isn’t interested in her. you can sleep with that comforting image in mind.

now that satoru’s home, you’ve been attached to each other like the north and south pole of two magnets. inseparable. it’s been like this for a week, but something changed.

two › is it just you or…?

the sao-still-don’t-remember-her-name missy has been ringing satoru’s phone down whether it’s by messages, voice messages, or calls. at this point, it’s annoying. satoru himself was one call away from blocking her, but he couldn’t.

aside from satoru himself, she’s the other key member in the new project. if he suddenly draws a line between them it can become what kills the project. thankfully, the conversations have been limited to work-related topics… or so you believe.

you’re on the sofa, indulging in a new show as you peeled an apple. the show’s plot became so intense that your eyes are glued to the television instead of the apple.

satoru jugs down the stairs, grabbing his car keys and running over behind you. he bends over to place a kiss on your cheek, notifying you that he’ll be meeting up with saori. not paying any mind to him, you bid him goodbye without thinking.

it’s only after he exits the door you register what he said. ‘meeting up with saori? that bitch? ew,’ you shuddered at the thought of her. she’s not scary, definitely not ugly, but sure as hell is a bitch. at least you remember her name now.

──

after that day, satoru’s free time has been occupied with her. you’re now sure it’s not “just work” that’s been going on. you trust satoru, but you don’t trust her.

there’s no reason for someone to meet up with their co-worker every day for work. work is never that interesting. it’s not like they’re in charge of the project either; the project is within the authority of mia and some other guy.

everything about the situation at hand has been bothering you. was she attached to satoru like this during the trip? were they always within arms length of each other? not even you were that clingy to satoru.

the idea to raise alarm bells to satoru crossed you, but the potential argument that may follow is what has you hesitating. you don’t want to suspect satoru’s friend, but her behavior needs to be discussed.

you waited until satoru’s home, showered, and comfortable in bed to bring forth the question. your palms are sweating, but it needs to be done.

“say satoru, can i ask you something?” you hesitated, looking at him.

“yeah, why not?” he replies, eyes stuck on his phone.

“what do you think of that girl?”

“who’s that— do you mean saori?” he laughs, “she’s cool, if i were to be honest. she’s fun to hang around with.”

“has it ever crossed your mind that she likes you?” you cold sweat, worried that he’ll take offense.

“who wouldn’t like me? i’m sexy,” he jokes, winking at you.

you playfully slap his chest. “i’m being serious here!”

“i don’t think she does— or at least i hope she doesn’t. i don’t want to be her boyfriend’s archenemy,” satoru truthfully responds, feeling his pores raise at the thought of a taken man’s enemy.

if you were to like another man satoru would honestly write a will and erase himself from history. so, it’s only natural that he hopes saori doesn’t become her boyfriend’s pain.

you hum, satisfied with his answer. it’s clear as day now. satoru doesn’t view her in any romantic way, but you know she has a thing or two for him.

not wanting to push your luck, you end it there. pulling satoru’s phone away to throw your body on his.

three › wicked witch of the west.

it’s almost as if the conversation with satoru triggered a chain reaction. for whatever the reason may be, you’ve now seen this woman more than your own parents. she invites herself over almost every day.

every time you open the door it’s her snobby face. it sickens you. you ordered a package recently and whenever someone knocks on the door, you think it’s the delivery guy, but nope! it’s the wicked witch of the west!

today it happened again. someone knocked, you opened, missy appears, satoru unwillingly follows her for the sake of the project, you’re left with murderous intent.

it’s time you talk about this with someone. that’s right, you’ve kept your worries inside you but this is just too much! there’s no reason for a taken lady to follow another man like she’s his shadow — far less for a taken man!

frustrated, you phoned your friend.

“hey, utahime.”

“(y/n), my baby! how are you?”

“i’m okay-ish, how about you?”

“i’m good, but what’s up?”

“well… can i come over? i’ll tell you there. i just need to get out.”

“of course you can! you were always here before that thing of a man took you over.”

“all right, i’ll be there in ten!”

──

utahime’s home always brought you comfort; it’s where you go when you needed to escape. due to her dislike for people outside her circle, not everyone knows of her address— especially not satoru.

she engulfed you in a hug the moment she opened the door. you can’t hide anything from utahime, she knew you were out of it from your face.

“i’ll put ramen on the stove, go make yourself comfortable,” she ordered, closing the door behind you.

you followed her words, throwing yourself face first on her sofa. you loudly groaned, annoyed at the idea of saori getting all touchy-touchy with your satoru.

“let’s talk about it,” utahime speaks, pausing the television before she sits on the floor next to you.

you lift your head to look at her, open your mouth, and close it back. ‘let’s not question it,’ you think, knowing that utahime prefers the floor at home ever since you knew her.

“so… there’s this girl named saori—”

“i knew i should’ve ran over satoru yesterday.”

“and then— wait— HUH???” you sputtered, shocked at utahime’s words.

“i saw him crossing the street by himself yesterday. it took a lot of convincing to not floor the gas pedal,” she sighed, knowing she missed the jackpot. “anyway, continue.”

your mouth hangs open for a few more seconds before you regain yourself.

“right… anyway. she’s satoru’s new co-worker and i don’t like her. on our first meeting she called me ‘satoru’s bitch’ and after that she’s been occupying his free time every-fucking-day. she has a BOYFRIEND! like damn bitch! move away from my boyfriend,” you dumped the information on utahime, shoving your head back into the cushion.

“my baby, just said the word,” utahime faces you, moving her hand to pat your back.

“for what?” your voice comes out muffled.

“to put a bounty on their heads.”

a groan leaves you. there’s no hope.

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. we can devise a plan, however.”

your head perks up. your attention has been successfully gained. utahime stands up, a bright smile adorns her face. you have a major feeling that something mischievous is going to play out real, real soon. utahime never smiles so brightly unless she’s plotting something despicable.

you squint your eyes at her, watching her back as she walks to the kitchen.

“‘hime…”

“don’t worry; just trust me.”

6:43 p.m: you’re now being a sack of potatoes on utahime’s bed. the day flew by and you haven’t heard from satoru ever since he left. no way it won’t leave a sour taste in your mouth, but you couldn’t find the energy to care at this moment.

you're preoccupied on utahime’s laptop, carefully choosing the perfect inner-walls design for the house game you stumbled upon. interior design might just be your new job.

deep into the game, your phone rings. you groan in annoyance, picking your phone up to see who decided it’ll be a good time to bother you.

satoru is calling you.

clicking your tongue, you slid on the green button.

“satoru, what’s up?”

“babe, are you home?”

“i’m not, why?”

“whyyyyy? i brought food for you.”

“i’ll have it when i’m home. sorry i’m not there right now, satoru.”

“oh, i almost forgot. saori’s here too.”

“ew— i mean, okay. don’t let her near my stuff nor our room.”

“yeah, bye baby. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

“that’s so disgusting. get out of my house,” utahime voices her feelings, screwing her face up at the sight of you being lovey-dovey with satoru.

you laughed at her, returning your attention to the game. utahime walks to her closet, choosing an outfit for the night. she’s fresh out of the shower, wet hair wrapped up in a towel. you can hear her grumbling something along the lines of “i hate couples” as she threw clothes on the floor to look for “that one black pajama shorts.”

once successful, utahime threw herself onto the bed. she took over your phone, going into your messages for her chat to send herself photos you’ve long forgotten to send. never will she ever ask you for photos after the hangout.

“by the way,” she says, “what did that man call for?”

you sigh, looking at her with a blank expression, “saori’s gonna be there.”

“does she even have her own life? that saowhore or whatever you said her name is.” utahime rolls her eyes, her mood immediately soured.

shrugging, you click your tongue, “it is what it is. this game is more important.”

──

it took not one, not two, not three, but five attempts to convince utahime to let you go home. she was completely against the idea of letting you drive home alone when it’s 10 p.m.

you would’ve given in if it wasn’t for the dreadful feeling that you need to be home. you basically sped through the roads, and most definitely ran a red light accidentally. nevertheless, you arrived safely.

suddenly, your heartbeat races. a heat creeps up the back of your head; you can feel a headache in the making. something’s telling you that you’ll need to confront a certain someone.

opening the door as quietly as you can, you stepped in, removing your shoes and tiptoeing inside.

maybe you should’ve let utahime go through with her plans.

the sight before you disgusts you as much as satoru disgusts utahime. why, just why, is this woman still here? is she crazy? why are her legs on satoru, and why is he allowing it?

“goodness, if i didn’t know better i’d ask you if you’re homeless,” you sarcastically spoke, taking the remote to turn the television off.

“get,” you took hold of one of her legs, shoving it off satoru. “off my fucking boyfriend.”

satoru watches, shocked at the scene. his eyes are unfocused; it’s evident that he zoned out a long time ago.

saori scoffs, moving her leg back on satoru’s lap. “why should i?”

you tilt your head, smiling angelically. the smile lasted milliseconds before it dropped. you’ve had quite enough and she’ll be subjected to your anger.

grabbing her arm, you roughly dragged her off the sofa. saori wasn’t one to accept such treatment. she retaliated, shuffling her arm around until she’s off your grip.

“are you fucking crazy?!” saori yelled, eyes wide with heavy breaths.

“not quite!” you pointed towards the door. “get out before i drag you myself.”

satoru’s silent. afraid of angering you, he stays put and watches from a distance.

“fuck off,” saori speaks, “satoru, text me when you’re off your dog collar.”

your anger reached its peak. grabbing the closest thing, which happened to be a mug, you threw it in her direction, aiming to miss her but hit close enough to her.

“ARE YOU INSANE!?” saori’s stumbles to the side, clenching her jaw, looking down at the broken pieces of the ceramic mug.

the scene alarms satoru, he decides to do something. standing up, he reaches for your wrist, pulling you to him.

“i think it’s time you leave, saori. i didn’t even know you were still here,” satoru’s voice is calm, but filled with authority. his words hold truth to them, he zoned out a while ago, unaware that saori’s still around.

clicking her tongue, her eyes twitch. she couldn’t muster up anything to say. being left with no choice but to listen to satoru, she saw herself out.

the quietness settles in. you were right about the headache, it’s definitely coming in.

“baby—”

“save it,” you stopped him, “but who the fuck is she to think i have you on a dog collar? i’ll put her on a collar.”

guilt settles in satoru, he shouldn’t have brought her in.

“i don’t why she said that. you don’t have me ‘on a dog collar’ i swear,” he rambles, placing a hand on his chest.

your gaze settled on satoru. you’re tired, a headache is there, and you probably went overboard. you’re not in the mood to hear him.

“satoru, i trust you. but i don’t trust her.”

“i’ll make her apologize.”

“ew, no.” you shivered at the thought of her apologizing. “i don’t want you near her anymore. her intentions are too fucking obvious.”

satoru physically hesitates. swallowing a gulp, his words come out quietly, “i can’t ignore her just like that..”

just as you were about to walk away, your head whipped to satoru as if you were slapped in that direction.

“what?”

“the project’s still ongoing, baby. i can’t ignore her just because you want me too.”

“fucking hell. kiss my ass, satoru. kiss her ass too while you’re at it,” you spat, flipping him off as you walked away.

if he can’t ignore her “just because you said so” then he can be ignored by you. maybe he did said something to make her think he’s on a dog collar.

you hear satoru calling for you, but you gave him no attention. you’ll deal with it tomorrow.

four › satoru’s new piercing idea: a bullet through his head.

satoru fucked up. he knows he fucked up. he should’ve said that after you calmed down. it couldn’t have gotten worse than this. the night flew by with you facing your back to him, the morning came with you acting as if he’s invisible.

sure, he fucked up, but at least reply to his good morning?!

he doesn’t know what to do. this is the first time you were angered to this point. usually, he’d be the one to better your mood, but he’s apart of the reason you’re as mad as you are.

your behavior went on for three days. far longer than satoru had anticipated. he’s given you your space, but now he can’t focus on his job.

his co-workers knew something was off with satoru. he’s not his usual self. they knew something happened the moment he declined a free meal. secretly, they gathered around, holding a confidential meeting to discuss satoru’s behavior.

everyone gave their opinions until an agreement was made: a couple’s argument had occurred.

evidence to support? satoru refrained from mentioning you, gave awkward answers when someone asked about you, and sulked when he looked at his lockscreen which was you.

saori, however, advanced her advancements to satoru. today was another day of her throwing her cleavage at him.

the photoshoot theme included two persons, but they weren’t meant to touch. they needed to act like enemies, but saori’s touching satoru as if he’s an all-you-can-touch event.

her hands slid down his chest, stopping at his abs. satoru doesn’t react— his eyes are empty, it’s clear that he wants the photoshoot to be over.

mia observed the two ever since the business trip, and she came to the conclusion that saori’s craving a place she was never meant to have.

“well aren’t you a little handsy, miss saori,” mia calls out, stopping the cameraman. “had i not known your boyfriend, i would've thought you were single.”

“who asked?” saori gives an attitude, but she moves her hand from satoru. the mention of her boyfriend bothered her.

the staff goes silent. a tension forms in the atmosphere. the calm before the storm, as they call it.

mia walks towards the two, placing a hand on saori’s shoulder when she nears her.

squeezing her shoulder, she leans down to saori’s level, “who’s the boss here? you’re chatty for a little girl who wants others’ belongings.” mia taunts, her voice cold.

saori gulps, slapping mia’s hand off her.

the action doesn’t bother mia in the slightest. instead, she leans to saori’s ears, whispering the unfortunate truth to her, “satoru will never want you, saori. remember that.”

straightening her posture, mia turns around to walk back to her designated position.

“back to work, everyone!”

with her order, everyone returns back to their previous doings. the tension is still heavy, and satoru’s still holds his empty gaze.

──

a thirty-minute break was called. at this moment, to each their own. the staff scrambled around, but satoru stayed put.

“saori,” his voice drags, “let’s talk alone.”

her expression brightens, feeling the butterflies tingle in her stomach. but little does she know, satoru’s about to act out of the character she knows him to be.

“s-sure! let’s do it in your dressing room,” she suggests, pulling satoru there.

once they’re in, she locks the door behind them. satoru sighs at the sight, but he doesn’t say anything about it. there’s something else he came here for.

“saori, do you like me? romantically?” he asks, leaning on the wall with crossed arms.

“i do,” she boldly confirms.

“then stop. you’re getting in between my relationship with (y/n),” he glares at saori, deciding it’s time to draw the line.

“ha, you’re still on that leash i see,” she scoffs, walking towards satoru until they’re face-to-face. “i’m better, satoru. you should choose me.”

satoru unfolds his arms, using one to push her away.

“saori, i’ve thought of you as nothing but a co-worker, a friend. you cannot be (y/n). so please, stop.”

clenching her jaw, saori tugs at satoru’s shirt’s collar, “i don’t give a flying fuck! you should be mine.”

satoru feels disgusted, a chain of chills cover his body. has saori always been like this?

“you have a boyfriend, for fuck’s sake!” he slaps her hand away, moving towards the door.

before he unlocks the door, he stops, turning around to clarify something before he forgets to, “oh, and if anything, the truth is that i’m the one who placed a dog collar on myself. so watch your mouth.”

with that, he leaves her alone, walking to where mia’s positioned.

“mia,” he calls for her.

mia turns to him, eyes wide for a second before she returns to her usual expression.

“need something, lovesick boy?” she teases, raising her eyebrows at him.

“if saori isn’t withdrawn from this project, then i’ll withdraw myself,” he threatens, running a hand through his hair exposing his forehead.

‘i’m not sure if this is unexpected or expected,’ mia thinks, not surprised at satoru’s request. it was only a matter of time.

“i’ll withdraw her. she pissed me off, too,” giving satoru her answer she pauses, and then continues, “but you really need to learn how to tell apart platonic actions from romantic.”

satoru cringes at her words, “ugh, leave me alone. i’m leaving.”

“you’ll be penalized for leaving during working hours!”

“blah blah blah.”

──

satoru’s destination was obvious. it’s your shared home. he would make his business to break the ice first.

messily unlocking the door, he kicks his shoes off, immediately looking for you. you’re not on the sofa, not in the bathroom, not in the kitchen, where the fuck are you?!

checking off your usual spots, he’s left with one: the bedroom.

quietly opening the door, he peeks in, observing the room for you. once he found you, he tiptoed in.

your back was turned to the door. whether you were sleeping or not was the least of his problems. he’ll wake you up if he has to.

“baby,” he carefully speaks, sitting on the edge of the bed with a hand on your blanketed figure.

you don’t answer him, but you do turn around to face him.

“i talked to saori. we won’t be in contact any time soon.”

“oh wow,” you said.

he clears his throat at your sarcasm, “ahem— anyway, i told her off, and asked for her to be removed from the project.”

“what made this sudden change? i thought you were glued to her.”

“she was glued to me!” he clarifies.

“tomato, tomahto. potato, potahto.”

ignoring your snarky remarks, he continues, “i told her about the ‘dog collar’ comment. i even told her to watch her mouth. i’ll cut contact with her on my phone, too.”

“so she’s gone? completely?” you questioned, removing a hand from under the blanket.

“yeah, i received a divine revelation and came to my senses. really, i thought she saw me as platonic as i saw her. i swear!” he confirms his innocence, staring at you with sadden eyes.

“you’re still a bitch,” you said, “i almost allowed utahime to go through with her bounty plan.”

sitting up, you took one of satoru’s fingers in your hand, “i’m glad you did that, but i’m still mad. you made me want to tell you to go fuck her and done with it.”

satoru’s mouth hangs open at the newly gained information.

“i didn’t, as you can see. i still love you so such words would never be spoken.”

“‘still’ she said.”

“don’t push it.”

a laugh escapes him. not listening to your warning, he pulls you into a hug. this time, it was a hug of desperation and relief. his head’s buried in your neck, breathing in the body mist you always wear at home.

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes.

“dear god, fuck that bitch i hope she dies,” you comforted satoru, returning his hug and patting his back.

do you have an issue with satoru? no, but he did set you off when he refused to cut contact with her when you asked.

it took him quite some days to see the vision, and you’re glad he did.

hey guys 😣 if anyone’s confused about this part:

“what made this sudden change? i thought you were glued to her.”

“she was glued to me!” he clarifies.

“tomato, tomahto. potato, potahto.”

it simply means “what’s the difference?”

when (y/n) said she thought satoru was glued to saori, satoru responded with “she’s glued to me!”

(y/n) says “tomato, tomahto. potato, potahto.” because it doesn’t matter how you pronounce it since it’s the same word. there’s no difference.

satoru was glued to saori and vice versa so what’s the difference fr

hope this helped 😜

[prettymfwrites]

𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙚𝙗

Caitlyn x vi x spidergirl reader

Request by: @twinklestarslight

▀▄▀▄ 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝑻𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 ▄▀▄▀

The night was calm, or as calm as it could get in the bustling streets of Piltover. Caitlyn and Vi were on their usual patrol, the chill of the air biting at their skin as they walked through the quieter parts of the city.

“Anything on your side?” Vi asked, glancing at Caitlyn, who was focused on her surroundings.

“Nothing yet. It’s been quiet—too quiet,” Caitlyn replied, her voice sharp with caution.

As if on cue, a loud crash echoed through the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of a fight. Caitlyn’s hand instinctively went to her rifle, and Vi cracked her knuckles with a grin.

“Looks like we spoke too soon,” Vi said, her voice tinged with excitement.

They sprinted toward the commotion, weaving through the alleys until they reached a large, open square. There, they saw her. A figure in red and blue, moving with impossible agility, flipping and swinging through the air as she dodged and countered a group of thugs.

“What the hell is that?” Vi whispered, eyes wide as she watched the masked woman.

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes. “Whoever she is, she’s handling them just fine.”

The two stood back, watching as Spidergirl finished the fight with a webbed-up finale, leaving the thugs dangling from a lamppost. The masked hero dusted off her hands before taking off into the night.

“Think we should’ve stepped in?” Vi asked, her gaze following the retreating figure.

“She didn’t seem to need our help,” Caitlyn said, though a flicker of curiosity danced in her eyes.

Unbeknownst to them, Spidergirl wasn’t heading back to some secret lair or hideout—she was heading home. To their home.

---

A Few Minutes Later

You slipped through the window of your shared home with practiced ease, peeling off your mask as you landed silently on the floor. Your muscles ached from the fight, and you were looking forward to a quiet night with Caitlyn and Vi—after a quick shower and some rest.

As you turned toward the bedroom, the sound of the front door opening froze you in place.

“They’re home early,” you muttered to yourself, your heart racing as you heard Vi’s voice.

“I still can’t get over that masked chick. Did you see how she moved?” Vi was saying as she kicked off her boots.

“I saw,” Caitlyn replied. “Something about her seemed... familiar.”

You barely had time to panic before the bedroom door creaked open. Caitlyn stepped inside, her sharp eyes immediately locking onto your figure.

“Who the hell—” Vi’s voice came from behind her, and she pushed past Caitlyn, her fists already clenched.

“Wait!” you yelled, raising your hands in surrender.

Caitlyn reached for the light switch, her movements slow and deliberate. The room flooded with light, and both women froze as they took in your appearance. Your suit, still half-zipped, and the mask dangling in your hand were dead giveaways.

“Surprise,” you said weakly, a nervous smile tugging at your lips.

Caitlyn’s gaze hardened. “You have some explaining to do.”

Vi, meanwhile, was pacing back and forth, her jaw clenched and her fists flexing. “Are you kidding me? All this time, you’ve been sneaking out and doing that?” she said, motioning wildly toward your suit.

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “I was going to tell you—eventually.”

“When? After you got yourself killed?” Vi snapped, her voice rising.

Caitlyn stepped forward, placing a calming hand on Vi’s arm before turning back to you. “We’re not angry... yet. But we need to understand. Why didn’t you tell us?”

Your shoulders slumped, and you looked down at the mask in your hands. “I didn’t want you to worry. You two already deal with so much as Enforcers. I didn’t want to add to it.”

Vi let out a harsh laugh, stopping her pacing to glare at you. “Oh, yeah, because finding out like this is so much better.”

Caitlyn’s expression softened slightly, though her tone remained firm. “You should have trusted us. We could have helped, supported you.”

“I know,” you said quietly, meeting their eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”

The room was silent for a moment before Vi threw up her hands. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, though her voice had lost some of its edge.

Caitlyn stepped closer to you, placing a hand on your cheek. “We’ll talk more about this tomorrow. For now, you’re staying put. No more sneaking out tonight. Understood?”

You nodded quickly. “Understood.”

Vi groaned, running a hand through her hair. “This is gonna take some getting used to.”

You offered a small smile. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“You better,” Vi muttered, though there was a hint of a grin tugging at her lips.

Caitlyn sighed, pulling you into a gentle hug. “You’re lucky we love you.”

You leaned into her, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. “I love you too. Both of you.”

Vi joined the hug reluctantly, wrapping her arms around the two of you. “If you ever pull something like this again, I’m locking you in the house.”

You laughed nervously, knowing she wasn’t entirely joking.

_________

𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔! ❤

[bullet-prooflove]

Drank with the devil and forgot my name, woke up with somebody when the morning came

Tagging: @kmc1989 @yourfellowmarzipan @daydream-wordflow @the-gotham-zone @solar-raccoon

Prequel to:

An Empty Drawer - Will tries to convince you to stay.

Rumours - A rumour about you and Will brings your relationship into the spotlight.

Salvation - Will and you find salvation in each other during the anniversary of Katrina.

The first time Will sleeps with you is a couple of days before the anniversary of his father’s death. The two of you meet in the Tru Tone to raise a toast to Will Montagne Senior and spend the night drinking and telling stories about the old man.

You’re both drunk by the time Will walks you home, his arm is slung around your shoulders as he whispers in your ear. You throw your head back  and laugh and right there and then Will knows that you’re the woman he’s going to marry.

It’s on the porch that it happens, he doesn’t know who kisses who, just that you feel so fucking good pressed up against him that Will can’t help himself when you draw him inside.

It’s a little wild after that because you, you ain’t no shrinking violet in the bedroom and Will, he finds that refreshing. It’s filled with fun, laughter and ecstasy beyond his wildest dreams, the things you do with him that night he’ll remember for years to come.

When he wakes up the next day, he feels like he’s been swept up by a tornado. His muscles ache, there’s scratch marks on his back, a hickey on his throat and he’s completely bare assed because you’re wrapped up in the sheets.

“Oh Lily Blossom,” He drawls into curve of your throat as he tugs at the covers. “You gotta share the love a little darlin.”

You grumble in your sleep as he unwraps you, draping the sheets over himself before he gathers you up and holds you close. Your bare skin feels heated against his own as his limbs entangle with yours and for the first time since his father’s death, Will feels a sense of serenity over take him.

Lily Blossom, he thinks as he buries his face in your hair. One day I’m gonna make you my wife.

[kenslilove]

hi sweetie! I was wondering if I may request Draken? tia 🥰

draken, my beloved draken is such a daddy kink guy. Idc if it’s over done idc idcccc it’s TRU‼️ this man is a natural caretaker, the title daddy makes something in his brain twitch and tickle, flips something entirely. His eyes get darker, and get softer around the edges. His muscles get tense and yet he touches you so tenderly, cupping your supple skin, pulling your sweaty and twitchy body flush to his down as his cock sits nestled inside your pussy. Arousal leaks down between your ass and onto your thighs and you’d sob with how full he makes you had it not been for his thumb wedge between your lips. Instead all you can do is whine and whimper and murmur “daddy daddy daddy—“ as he rolls his hips

“Yea, daddy’s here baby. Turn that pretty little brain off for me and let daddy do all the work. Cmon, cum for me.”

send me a kink pookies 😋

[shadow4-1]

Silly Little Soap Headcanons (w/ A Few Wee Nasty Ones) SFW & NSFW

Soap is a funny, impulsive creature. I'm not surprised he has so many headcanons about him. Here are a few of the ones I've come up with (NSFW Under The Cut):

Soap doesn't mind being dirty (physically). Makes sense, being a soldier n' all, of course he's gotta be okay with getting covered in crud and war. But he just seems like the type of guy to walk around in dusty pants and stained up shirts on his days off. Probably works on motorcycles or cars n' has perpetually black fingernails because of it. He cleans up real nice but for the most part everyone is used to his somewhat greasy appearance.

His self-confidence is almost laughable. All of the 141 has caught Soap making poses in the mirror at himself. They've seen him slap his muscles, kiss his biceps, and show off his ass in the mirror (or any shiny surface, for that matter). He plays it as a joke, but they all know that Johnny is NOT joking about his appearance.

He has a tendency to sprawl out when he's comfy. If the crew is on base, better believe Soap is lazing over whatever surface he can find. Standing is stupid if you're not on a mission. He'll take whatever he can get. If it's a granite countertop, better believe he's on top of it, laying on his back with his feet off the edge. "S' good fer yer back, Lt. Trus' me on this."

Has a love-hate relationship with swivel chairs. There have been many times he's made an ass out of himself in briefings/meetings because the damned things move so easily. Let's ignore the fact that he will always take a running leap into a swivel chair regardless of the consequences.

Loves making sure his kegel muscles are strong so that his dick'll stick straight up. Makes himself twitch any chance he gets.

Horny horny horny. Sex is always swimming around somewhere in his mind. Sometimes, the wires cross, and his thoughts get a bit strange. "Is lickin' guns illegal?" "Wot th'fuck, Johnny."

Oral fixation. Always has something in his mouth. If you asked, he'd say his favorite thing to suck on is his lover's ass, but he'd be kind of lying. He actually sucks his thumb. He'd never admit to it of course, nor would he admit the Freudian correlation of that and his love of giving head.

Slobbery, drooling, sweating mess of a man. If he's not getting covered in bodily fluids during any kind of sex act, he'll happily walk away. He wants shit wet and sloppy and making all kinds of noise. He needs to be able to spit on something or be so into his lover that he's drooling everywhere. He wants to cum so hard, or get cummed on so hard, he can cry with no guilt. If his dick isn't sticky afterwards he's not satiated.

He fucks because he's a hedonistic bastard who's addicted to pressing the pleasure button in his brain. And if you bring him pleasure? Be prepared to have all of your buttons pressed simultaneously until you're a gushy mess. Soap does not discriminate. Pleasure is fucking pleasure.

[recurring-polynya]

Hello! Long time lurker. I've really enjoyed reading your work and especially love Heart is a Muscle and the way you characterise all the different relationships in it! My ask is how do you think Byakuya finds out about RenRuki. I feel like it would be one of those moments where subconsciously he'd see it coming but at the same time still be caught of guard and manage to be very Byakuya about it.

This was one of those where I wasn't quite sure if it was an ask or a fic request, but the fact is I have an old chunk of story sitting around that addresses this very question. I guess I intended to someday throw this into some post-Heart is a Muscle story, and maybe I still will, but who knows if I'm ever going to get there, so you can have it now. Takes place after everyone gets home from the Blood War (where Rukia and Renji had to confess to each other in the middle of bankai training because I thought it would be cool it was weighing on their hearts)

(I wrote this in 2019 and gave it only light edits)

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The sun was starting to go down when Kuchiki Byakuya arrived at Practice Field #3. On a normal day, work hours would be long over, although one might find an industrious officer out in this part of the division grounds, training on their own, or a few of the younger ones playing a game of pick-up football. Tonight, it was quiet.

It had been nine days since Kurosaki Ichigo had defeated Yhwach.

A young human girl was perched on the fence surrounding the field, chatting animatedly with Byakuya's ridiculous adjutant, who snapped to attention when he sensed the approach of his commanding officer.

"Good evening, sir!" Abarai Renji barked. "Thank you for agreeing to this! I hope you don't mind, but I asked Inoue Orihime to come."

The girl hopped off the fence and bowed deeply. "Hello, again, Captain Kuchiki, sir!"

"Worried that I won't hold back?" Byakuya asked with a coolly raised eyebrow.

"Oh, I know you won't," Renji replied. "She's here so that I don't hold back."

Byakuya guffawed, and one side of his mouth quirked up. "Congratulations, Lieutenant. You've finally managed to say something humorous."

"You feeling good today, sir?" Renji asked, just a tinge of concern in his voice. "You feeling up for this?"

"I am fully recovered, thank you," Byakuya sniffed. "Yourself?"

"Feelin' good, sir."

"Then let us begin."

"Oh, one last thing, Captain. Would you mind leaving your scarf with Orihime, here? I wouldn't wanna get my blood all over another one."

"Truly, Lieutenant, you are on a roll today," Byakuya noted, unwinding the scarf from his neck and draping it around Orihime's.

"Oooh, it's so light!" Orihime cooed. "It's like nothing!"

"I'll tell Kurosaki to get you one for your birthday," Renji teased.

"Are you ready now?" Byakuya demanded.

"Yep, enough stallin'. Let's do this."

Orihime hopped back up on the fence and called up a shield in front of herself. "Good luck, Renji!" she called.

Abarai shot her a wink and took up his position on the field.

Byakuya placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, but did not draw it.

Abarai drew his and silently released into shikai. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. "Might wanna release, sir."

"I shall be the judge of that."

Renji gave a little nod. "As y'like. BANKAI!"

It was common knowledge that Abarai had unlocked a second level to his bankai in the Royal Realm. Byakuya was looking forward to seeing it actually, but he wasn't particularly concerned about it.

Byakuya knew quite a bit about zanpakutou and their releases. It did happen occasionally that a sword would reveal itself in stages, but it tended to retain its essential character.

Hihiou Zabimaru was an excellent bankai, powerful and versatile. It required immense spiritual pressure, iron concentration and significant amount of mental bookkeeping, Byakuya was given to understand. It had served Abarai well in his ill-advised hijinks up until now, but the fact was, it would not be truly formidable until Abarai himself had another half-century or so under his belt. It was too bulky, too finicky, too fragile. There was no other way to master bankai like that, only experience. Byakuya knew a quite bit about bankai like that, himself.

Abarai launched himself at his captain, blade swinging.

Byakuya went to shikai as he drew his zanpakutou, petals pouring forth from his sheath and forming a shield in front of him.

Abarai's blade sliced right through it.

Byakuya flash-stepped away, sweeping Senbonzakura's blades into a more solid foundation, only to find them knocked out of the way by a giant skeletal hand. Another flash step, another regrouping, and Abarai was there again.

Suddenly, it dawned on him. Hihio Zabimaru had been a joke. A prank. A giant, heavy, impossible-to-use freight train that Abarai had taken in stride, as he did every other misfortune that fate heaped upon him. It was a shadow, an echo of Abarai's real bankai.

So-oh Zabimaru also took immense spiritual pressure to summon, that much was still true. But the bulk, the unwieldy mass was gone. It was as if though Abarai's new spiritual armor was plugged directly into his spinal column. It moved with him weightlessly, astonishingly fast.

Something else had changed, too. Something about Abarai's spiritual pressure. It was more unified, more focused, more together. For the first time out of the many, many times Byakuya had fought his lieutenant, he did not feel like he was being attacked by an angry, flailing youth, but that he was facing a worthy adversary.

Byakuya was being pressed harder and harder to defend against Abarai's assault.

And the fact was, he was not fine.

The injuries inflicted on him by As Nodt were grievous. He was lucky to be alive, and if it weren't for Kirinji's healing springs, he probably wouldn't even be able to summon his zanpakutou. His soul was damaged, and although he had made a miraculous recovery, he was not completely made whole. His speed was close to what it once was, and his bond with Senbonzakura was as strong as ever, but his power and endurance were greatly compromised. He could go to bankai if needed, but it was extremely taxing, and Shuukei Hakuteiken was, at the moment, out of his reach.

He thought it wouldn't matter.

Abarai had never even come close to beating him.

Abarai wouldn't notice such a weakness and furthermore, was too sentimental to exploit such a--

He had brought Inoue.

Abarai knew exactly what he was doing.

“BANKAI!” Byakuya called out.

Abarai smirked. “You shouldna let me get that head start, Captain.”

---

"Renji, he's waking up!"

The world swam into view, tinted orange.

"Hey, Captain!" Abarai's grating bark rang out. "How you feel?"

"I feel fine," Byakuya snapped, starting to sit up.

"Lie down please, I'm almost done, but not quite," Orihime said firmly.

Byakuya put his head back down on the ground, and replayed the last few moments of the fight in his head.

Abarai had come out aggressively, going to bankai immediately. He had never allowed Byakuya to gain a solid footing, and pulled out his strongest attack, which Byakuya had never seen, as soon as he possibly could. Byakuya hadn’t even been able to get a good look at it, he only had the impression of fangs before becoming completely overwhelmed. Abarai, who knew his attack patterns, who knew that it took him a minute or two to work up a full head of steam, had bet everything he had on defeating Byakuya immediately and it had worked.

It had been a rout, an utter humiliation.

Byakuya could still beat his adjutant, surely, but he could no longer plow him over with superior strength, and certainly not in his degraded condition. He was going to need to think up counterstrategies. And some of them were not going to work.

He looked down at his chest and realized that his shihakushou had been sliced from shoulder to hip, and was soaked, absolutely drenched with blood.

"You didn't cut me in half, did you?" he sneered.

"No, you were definitely all still, um, attached," Renji clarified.

"Not by much, though," Orihime mumbled.

Renji nudged her firmly in the shoulder.

Orihime waved her hands, and the healing bubble collapsed into nothingness. "All done!"

Abarai held out a hand. With a twinge of reluctance, Byakuya took it, and let the younger man haul him to his feet.

Orihime scrambled up, pulling the scarf over her head, and offered it back. "Thanks for letting me watch! That was a really fun fight! You're both so, so strong and it's so much nicer when no one actually wants to kill each other."

"Hey, we don't wanna keep everyone waiting, right, 'Hime?" Renji said, glancing sideways at his captain. "We got dinner plans, everyone's leavin' tomorrow."

"Yes, Rukia mentioned it," Byakuya replied dryly.

"You okay to--"

"Stop checking on me, you fool. I have said I am well and I dislike repeating myself."

Renji nodded quickly. "Thanks for the fight, sir. I'll see you in the morning."

Three hours later, Byakuya sat in his office.

He was thinking.

He was thinking about the current state of the Gotei 13, the captain-less squads, the loss of highly seated officers. He was thinking about his Third Seat, who had never exactly been lieutenant material and was currently on medical leave after having his sword-arm completely reconstructed.

Byakuya looked up at the sound of the door opening.

"Uh, hi, Captain," Abarai said, clearly surprised to see him. "What are you doing here so late?"

"This is my office, is it not?" Byakuya snapped.

"Well, sure," Abarai replied, walking over to his own desk. "I left my sunglasses here," he explained, sticking them on top of his head.

"It's dark out," Byakuya pointed out.

"I'll need 'em in the morning," Renji shrugged. He frowned thoughtfully, then pulled open his filing cabinet and withdrew a folder. "Speaking of which, I was gonna give you this tomorrow, but as long as we're both here..."

He crossed the room and extended it.

Gingerly, Byakuya took it, then squinted at the notation on the tab. "Strongly Worded Letters to the Management of Squad 11?"

Abarai's eyes widened. "Oh, no, that was just to keep people from poking around. It's actually...well, it's pretty obvious what it is," he finished lamely.

"You aren't ready,"' Byakuya snarled.

"I'm...what?"

"Yes, your new bankai is very powerful, it is true. But just because you have run roughshod over a few enemies with it hardly means you're ready to strike out on your own. You need more training, more control. A bankai like that can land you in hot water as well as it can save you. Furthermore, there's a shortage of competent lieutenants, it would be foolhardy indeed for you to set forth without experienced backup, and don't tell me you're even thinking of the Seventh. I have heard how you and Lieutenant Iba are when you two are unsupervised."

Abarai's face was twisted in utter befuddlement. "Sir, what are you talking about?"

Byakuya flipped the folder open and stared at the neat stack of papers within. "This isn't an Intent to Test for the Captains' Exam," he said, taken aback.

Renji made a choking noise. "No, sir! Cripes, sir, I just got a new bankai, why would I leave? I need you to help me learn to use it. An' I wouldn't leave you, anyway, not while you're still, you know. From the As Nodt thing. Also, who the hell wants to be captain of anywhere but the Sixth?" His voice rose steadily in both volume and pitch as he babbled.

"There is no need to shout, Lieutenant," Byakuya frowned, looking down again at the stack of papers.

It was a copy of form RHCA-48-006-C, an application to become a Family-Approved Suitor.

Stupidly, Byakuya's eyes drifted over the names written into the form's blank spaces. "With the submission of this form, Abarai Renji, Assistant Captain of the Sixth Division of the Gotei 13," (did he really need to write all that out? It barely fit in the space) "requests the approval of the Kuchiki family to court Lady Kuchiki Rukia, Assistant Captain of the Thirteenth and First Daughter of the Kuchiki."

Oh.

Oh.

---

Byakuya sat in the garden, on the bench near the koi pond. His brain was chasing about in aimless circles, much like the fish in the pond.

"Brother?"

He looked up from the water. His sister was still dressed, despite the late hour. Byakuya recalled that she had been out earlier with Abarai and their human friends. Her hair and makeup was different from the way she wore it for formal events, sharper, wilder. It seemed surreal that parts of the city had been reduced to dust, while others had come through virtually untouched. That despite it all, life continued on.

"Are you alright?" Rukia asked, her brow creased with worry.

Byakuya smiled at her gently, affectionately. He thought about the great lengths he had once gone to protect her from the world, and now she, a woman with one of the most beautiful and deadly bankai he had ever seen, was fussing over him.

"I am fine, Rukia," he reassured her. "Will you sit with me?"

He had expected her to perch at the other end of the bench, a nervous bird, always ready to take flight. Instead, she sat close to him, and with an egregious disregard for propriety, took one of his hands between her own, holding it in her lap. "Renji's sorry, you know. He thought he should have waited another week or two, but I said--"

"He should not be,” Byakuya said stiffly. “Another week or two would have made no difference. I do not wish to speak of it further."

"Did you have something to eat--"

"Did you know that my lieutenant is in love with you?"

It was dark, so he couldn't see if Rukia's cheeks turned pink, but he did catch the shy smile that crossed her lips before she turned her face away self-consciously. Long ago, he had caused her normally unflappable sister to make that face once, maybe twice. It was possibly his greatest achievement.

"He, ah, mentioned something to that effect the other day,"

Byakuya was fairly certain that Abarai wouldn't have proceeded without Rukia's buy-in, but he felt it prudent to double-check. "I take it you... reciprocate?"

She made a pleased little hum. "He only happened to mention it at all because I had just told him that I was in love with him."

Byakuya often enjoyed whimsically deriding his ridiculously hardworking and absurdly devoted adjutant, even more so in the presence of his sister, whose affection for the man had long been obvious, if not the degree of it. But he couldn't bring himself to make jokes, not right now.

"You do not need my permission to take up with him romantically," he pointed out. "You and I have had a long-standing agreement, that as long as you were discreet about it--"

"Renji and I don't want that," Rukia interrupted. "I mean, we do. We do want to take up romantically." She made an odd face at having to say the phrase out loud. "But you're very important to both of us. We wanted you to know. We… wanted you to approve."

Byakuya glanced over at the young woman who he had adopted so many years ago, and yet, had only recently become his sister. She was, in so many ways, much like himself in his youth. Brash. Stubborn. Willful. Too brilliant by half. Byakuya adjusted his hand in hers, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You know I am a sentimental fool," he began, and Rukia turned to look at him again with an expression he couldn't quite parse. "I think it is embarrassingly obvious how fond I am of both of you."

Emotion broke over Rukia's face. "It is not, Brother," she tried to scold him, though her voice cracked at the end.

"He hardly deserves you," Byakuya went on.

Rukia rolled her eyes. "The two of you are so--"

"But at least he acknowledges that, and seeks to remedy it," Byakuya ignored her. "I shall be watching closely to make sure he does not become complacent, but if he continues on his current trajectory, he may eventually become worth your affection."

"So, are you going to approve his stupid form?" Rukia asked.

"That," replied Byakuya, "is a different matter."

"Oh," Rukia said softly.

"Becoming a Family-Approved Suitor has nothing to do with whether or not I like him. It is an opening of negotiations, a proof of suitability for marriage. Surely, you two don't…" He trailed off when he saw Rukia looking away again.

"We've only just started figuring this out," she admitted. "But it's not...out of the question."

"Oh," Byakuya replied. He'd always had the distinct impression that his sister had little interest in matrimony, although he knew as well as anyone the difference the "who" of the equation could make.

"That presents...a difficulty," he admitted. "The Family would not take it well. They already think I have been too selfish in these matters.”

“That’s so short-sighted,” Rukia muttered. “So he doesn’t have much money or a name that goes six generations back. He’s got bankai. He’s incredibly strong. The family hasn’t even produced anyone who can pass the vice-captain’s exam in the last hundred years.”

"You misunderstand me, Sister," he clarified. "Bringing Abarai into the family would be a tremendous benefit to me, personally. I lack for neither money nor familial pedigree. The only thing I lack is a family line. A young man of immense spiritual pressure, with no family ties of his own, and an inexplicably fierce loyalty to myself would be of great benefit to our line and perhaps to our family as a whole. It would not be very advantageous to those who are jostling to prove themselves the best among a number of poor choices. The family has not been to war in a long time, and many forget how important it is to maintain our strength. I have not forgotten.”

Rukia’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t name him…”

Byakuya made a horrified face. “Of course not.” He frowned. “Not for the family. But the Captain of the Sixth need not also be the head of the family. I told the Head Captain a year ago he was the only one I trusted to replace me in that regard, although I doubted my posthumous opinion would be respected. I suppose I should tell Kyouraku the same. This would make things a bit smoother, I suppose.” He was quiet for a moment. “I will need to think on this. I might.... I might need to talk to Grandfather. I… will do what I can.”

Rukia eased her hand from his, and slid her arms around his waist and leaned into his side. “Thank you, Brother. I love you.”

Byakuya closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He hardly deserved her, either. He pulled one arm out of her hug and rested it gently around her shoulder. “Thank you, Rukia,” he said softly. Another deep breath. “I love you, too.”

Her only response was to hug him just the teeniest bit harder.

[fangirlstorycreator]

CK Terry X Reader

Context: You get into a naughty mood when you see Terry working out...😏💚

Contains: S#xual content, rough oral s#x, dirty talk

Ever since Terry had taken over Cobra Kai with John, he had been working very hard, both mentally and physically. He was always one to do workouts at home, he would use many diffrent pieces of equipment and just general exercises, but one of the things you loved watching, was when he was on the training dummy. You could see how muscular and gorgeous his body was, and you enjoyed every moment as he worked out. Terry being Terry, he had his own personal gym at the house, but he did often use the dojo to release some pent up tention or just to burn some energy. It was on one of these days...that your impulsive thoughts took control....

John wasn't working today, he told you both that he had a date with a lady he met, so it was just you and Terry in the dojo. Terry and you had been teaching your own separate lessons at the same time, so when you both finished, you were so busy packing things away that you didn't have a chance to chat. But that's ok, he was your boyfriend after all, and you lived with him. You had just finished putting your mats and equipment away when 2 of your last students were just leaving your training room, you walk out after them into the main room and just grabbed a bottle of water from the front desk. It was lovely and quiet now, noone else there...wait a second? Where's Terry?

You stay as quiet as you can, and that's where you hear grunting and the sound of loud thumps. This could only mean one thing, he was working out in the back room again. Walking towards the backroom, that's where you open the door and see Terry throwing many punches on the adults training dummy. You've seen this look on his face before, he was stressed about something, and he was trying to release the tention he was feeling.

Part of you didnt want to disturb him....and that part was your uncontrollable feelings towards him as you see his body move. You adored Terry, and you loved how sexy he was, especially like this. Seeing his muscles flex, the sweat on his brow, he just looked so god damn hot. His hair was getting a little messy, and that just made him look even better, you couldn't deny how your body reacted to him, but the other part of you was stronger, the part that was wondering why he was stressed. "Babe?"

Terry stops when he hears you calling him, he wasn't expecting you to be standing in the door way. "Sweetheart" "Terry, what's wrong?" "You could tell huh?" "I know you babe, I know this is what you do when you want to release pent up frustration" You say as you walk a little closer towards him. "Talk to me, what's bothering you?" "It's nothing really" "Tell that to the training dummy you've been beating" This makes him smile just a little, and he walks towards the big black box with his things, to take off his dojo gloves.

"One of my new students was pushing his luck in my lesson just now" "Oh? What did they do?" "He was rude, and answered back to me. It didn't stop me from putting him in his place though. You know me sweethert, noone talks to me like that without learning that the hard way" "I get that, but that's happened a few times where a student has tried to talk back to you. What's got you so riled up with this one? Did he say something that upset you?" "He did....we spoke privately in the corner as the other students carried on, but he apparently had previously seen me kiss you while we have been working hear" "So? Why would-....babe, what did he say?" "He...he told me you should be with someone your own age...not and old age pensioner"

"That #sshole! How dare he say this to you?!" "Its fine though, I might have given him a few souvenirs to go home with, they should be turning purple around about now" he says with a smirk. "Good, he deserves a few bruises, how dare he think he can just say that to you. Oh Terry, what he said wasn't true" "I know, I do know it's not true. I can't deny it did anger me though, why do people think they can just comment on peoples relationships like that?" "Because people can be real #ssholes Terry" "Your right sweetheart....your happy right? With me?" "Did you honestly just say that? Of course I'm happy with you Terry, your the most wonderful man I've ever known" "I just wonder if me being this age is something you would want to change"

You walk up to him, and give him a big kiss straight on his lips. "There is nothing, absolutely nothing I would ever change about you Terry. In my eyes, got are absolute perfection" "Your sweet to say that" "I'm being honest Terry. I love everything about you, your personality, the way you treat me, everything. And physically, well there have been many times we've had to buy new beds, I'm sure you can remember" "How could I forget" He chuckles at you. "Terry I don't think you realise quite how attractive you really are. You may not know this, but as I was stood in that doorway, my body was talking to me as I watched you" "Oh really? And what was it saying to you?" "Its was saying, how can this man be so god damn sexy? How lucky am I that I get to sleep next to this man every single night? Kiss his lips, run my hands over his strong muscles...leave bite marks on his skin..."

He chuckles again, his hands finds your hips as you continue. "I love when you leave bite marks on me sweetheart....especially my shoulder...." "Its the best place I can do it if you've got me pinned to the bed like that" "You've got that right" "See? There's that gorgeous smile I love so much. I love you Terry, and no matter what anyone says, that will never change" "I love you too sweetheart" He gives you a sweet kiss, but it gradually gets more and more needy, your hand moving up his chest and grabbing the neckline of his vest top, pulling him in closer. "Mmmm, you have no idea how much I want you right now Terry..." "Oh yeah?...well maybe I can-" (noise: Loud knocking and front door opening) "Hello? Terry? Y/N?" That sounds like John, you and Terry thought he was busy tonight?

Terry walks up to the edge of the room, there is a window to the main room and it's got a wall underneath it, that's where he sees John in the main room, holding two outfits in clear bags. You slip out of sight as Terry speaks to John "John? What are you doing hear?" Terry asks as he leans against this little window, it's high enough to only show Terry's upper chest and face. "Hey Terry, oh? You on your own?" "Uh?" Terry turns to see where you've gone, but your stood not far away, putting your finger to your lips to tell him not to say anything, your playful side is coming out, and he can sence that. "Uh yep, yep it's just me hear. What's up? Why are you back hear? Didn't you have a date?" Terry asks John why he's hear as you crawl over to Terry and kneel inbetween his waist and the wall, slowly rubbing your hand over his quickly growing bulge.

He cant help but quickly glance down at you with a devilish smile on your face, loving the danger of this whole moment. "I do have a date Terry, I just cant decide which outfit to wear. Can you give me any advice?" Terry thinks about what he can say, but with you pulling out his cock and delicately licking the most sensitive part of his tip, he shudders and closes his eyes, trying so hard to keep calm and focused. "Uuuhhh, I think that hhmmm" "Are you alright Terry?" "Yeh yeh, sorry I uhh, I've just got this headache" He carries on giving John more advice on which outfit to choose, then you take him into your mouth and start to suck little by little, taking him into your mouth more with each suck. "Thanks for your advice Terry. Hey? Where's Y/N tonight? She's so busy, she's usually got her hands full"

Your feeling so turned on and so wet, it's then that you push it a little further and swallow his entire cock, having him completely in your throat, it makes Terry grunt in such a way, he pretends it's a headache again. But one of his hands moves down and entangled itself in the back of your hair, keeping you right there, keeping him inside you. "She does have her hands full, more of less...so uhh, I've got to close up now John, I hope you have a great night" "Yeh, thanks Terry, see you tomorow" You couldn't breath, but this was just making you more excited now that he was in control of your mouth, he didn't let you go until he heard the front door close and he saw John leave. "Uh f#ck! Holy sh#t sweetheart! You took all of me when John was right there, you really are a naughty girl arent you?..." "I am Terry....I think you need to teach me a lesson...take control"

"Are you sure you want that sweetheart? You'll only do what I tell you? You know you need to be good at holding your breath..." "You know I am Terry...." He chuckles, and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. "Your pretty little mouth is mine sweetheart, I get to do whatever I want with it...open your mouth for me" Your so sexually excited, you loved when he was a little rougher with you. You open your mouth and stick out your tounge, and his hand snakes behind your head and makes a fist into your hair. "I'm not going easy on you" You take a deep breath, and as soon as you have done that, he stuffs your mouth with his thick cock, not going easy on you at all. He starts to f#ck your mouth, in and out over and over "Oh yes...just like that..." You keep sucking him, the sounds of his grunts is turning you on so much. "Nngah! Look up at me...good girl" His praise was so f#cking hot. "Take a deep breath for me sweetheart, I'm about to fill you up"

You still keep his tip in your mouth as you take in a deep breath through your nose, and the moment you do that, he slides into your mouth and sticks his cock right into your throat. He f#cks it mercilessly as your pinned between his groin and the wall, his hands hold your face at the sides so you can't move, he's in complete control. He's not stopping, he keeps pounding your face, but you love every god damn second of it. You need to breath, you can feel yourself getting light headed and his cock is very big. You manage to move your face to the side for just a moment to take a quick breath, but Terry moves your face back and f#cks your face again. "Naughty girl, you do what I tell you, you just stay there and take all of me...that's it"

Your head is pressed against the wall and the only thing that's moving it Terry's groin as he thrusts into your mouth, your trapped in the best way you could want, and you felt like you were about to cum because it was that exciting for you. "Just stay like that sweetheart, oh f#ck I'm gunna just-just stay like that-take all of me right-!" And then he lets out this inhuman grunt and a delicious moan as he finaly cums, right down your throat. "Uh f#ck, swallow every drop sweetheart, keep su-uh! fuck!" Still being completely inside you, you take every drop as he is almost finished with you, until he finally backs away and you take a big breath and gasp from finaly being able to breath again. Terry is breathless when he backed up, but he sees you on your knees, just smiling at how much you loved that, wiping your lip. "My god Y/N, you really loved that didn't you?" "F#ck yes Terry, I don't know why but that made me feel so wet, I loved you taking control of me like that. We don't do that often, but when you do, holy sh#t it really turns me on" "It was more exciting when there was a little danger of getting caught wasn't there?" "Absolutely! I can't believe John didn't seem me down by your legs...I'm very glad he didn't though" "I'm very glad too...I didn't hurt you at all did I? Is your throat ok? Is it sore?" "Its a little achy, but it's not painful. I'd love to do that again, just not right away" "You have magic powers with that mouth of yours I swear...how about this, I'll lock up and you can go and sit I the car. Then I'll drive us back home and I can show you what good girls get..." "Ooh Terry, I'd love that..."

[shysheeperz]

love ur blog!! I check it out before starting an anime/manga 💞

just wondering do u have any recommendations for complete anime/mangas?

thank u either way!!!

Completed??????

Manga:

Fullmetal Alchemist- the gold standard

Silver Spoon- by the same person who did FMA. Agricultural school stuff. Cute.

Agravity Boys- space sci-fi gag comedy, a wild ride to say the least, I miss my stupid boys

Magu-chan: God of Destruction- cute digimon/pokemon-shaped gods get woken up and mingle with a bunch of middle schoolers. Cute fluff mostly, will occasionally pull at your heartstrings (including the ending)

High School Family: Kokosei Kazoku- comedy/ slice of life, about an entire family attending high school. Has a volleyball arc that rivals the likes in haikyuu!!

Haikyuu!!-sports manga, if you want to cry over boys and their love for the game then this is for you, Boys x Volleyball is the tru otp of the show

Hell's Paradise: Jigokuraku- dark historical fantasy, so very, very good. Don't get attached.

Dr. STONE- sci fi, technically the main story is complete. We still have been getting the occasional side chapter or three that continue where the main story left off tho. A very solid shonen jump series. includes one of the best shonen jump dads in the history of ever. Will make u emotional over lightbulbs and stuff. hard not to root for the main cast.

Dr. STONE Reboot: Byakuya- a non-canon little one volume spin-off about byakuya and mainly about a funky lil robot that will make you sob uncontrollably I'd personally say to read up to the end of the Treasure Island arc in the main story first before tackling this one (about ch 140ish)

Dr. STONE 4D Science- a continuation of the main story, only a couple chapters, the ending is a really cruel tease imo and if Inagaki/Boichi don't give us more may they be cursed to lose all their left shoes forever

Food Wars! Shokugeki no Sanji- spin-off of sanji side stories by the duo who did food Wars. ONE PIECE related ofc. Tasty looking food. Sanji too cool for school. One volume.

Astra Lost in Space- space sci fi survival, solid story that deserves more appreciation, the ending is just a tad lackluster in actually showing what a lot of readers would have liked to physically see. By no means ruins the story tho.

Blue Flag (Ao no Flag)- high school, romance, slice of life, boys and gals just trying to figure out life and relationships. Solid.

Mashle: Magic and Muscles- gag comedy that leans a little too much into the shonen battle-esque stuff towards the end imo, but a decently enjoyable time. A mash up of Harry Potter and other various manga like mob, opm, etc.

Mitama Security: Spirit Busters- comedy, axed but I enjoyed it. Goofy fun. nothing spectacular but reading it won't hurt anyone.

My Hero Academia: Vigilantes- spin-off of mha obviously, average joe Koichi >>> deku FIGHT ME, the goodest of boys, world building u don't get in the main series, Aizawa's backstory, Knuckleduster is the man the myth the legend.

Chihayafuru- screaming crying throwing up, it's niche it's technically a sports manga, romance, female MC, growth™, love triangle but at the end of the day that's not what's important

My Love Mix-Up!- comedy romance, big big mix-up on who loves who and lots of shenanigans ensue.

Noragami- TECHNICALLY not complete until like 2 days from now when the final chapter releases. my emotions! MY EMOTIONS!!!! 😭

Gintama- comedy/gag with dashes of really good drama

I have no idea what your tastes are, anon, so here's a mix that I've personally enjoyed. Some of them were axed, but technically that makes them complete so I included them :P yes I cheated.

Anime:

There's a lot less of them bc I haven't actually watched a lot of completed series.

Run with the Wind- more boys x sports but this time it's about running. Also the boys are in college. Will trick u into wanting to run.

91 days- ol timey story about VENGEANCE. Set during the prohibition.

Tengan Toppa Gurren Lagann- makes you emotional and feel all fuzzy inside, sci fi, mecha

Cowboy Bebop- a classic

Samurai Champloo- also a classic and I actually prefer this one over cowboy bebop tbh, god tier baseball episode

Astra Lost in Space-the anime version, if you'd prefer watching over reading, but I always prefer manga > anime just cause.

FMA 03/FMA BROTHERHOOD- the gold standard. I appreciate both versions. 03 goes the anime original ending root bc obviously the manga wasn't completed yet no biggie.

Mob Psycho 100- MOB!MOB!MOB! and tumblr sexy man reigen arataka

Gintama- animated version alternative lol. The voice actors bring the characters to life.

Obv there are the old school classics like Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Gundam and all that jazz if you haven't already checked out some of those. Oldies but goodies.

[mayxthexforce]

@mutatiio said:

arms. he liked arms... what an odd thing to pinpoint, but ferus always has been odd.

anakin strips himself of his robes, undershirt sleeveless and tucked into his pants. he wastes no time in flexing his biceps. "do you like my arms??"

Ferus thought that, by now, he had been exposed to each and every one of Skywalker's behavioral oddities. But the younger Jedi was full of surprises, and he INSISTED on reminding Ferus of that fact. Nothing could have prepared Ferus for the quickness with which layers of fabric began being shed by Anakin, and he couldn't help but look at him, momentarily wide eyed, as it happened.

It was as Anakin flexed his biceps that Ferus regained control over his features, returning to his usual expression: neutral and thin lipped in a way that could come off as slightly judgemental– or VERY judgemental, given the amount of times it had led to friction between him and Skywalker because it seemed the latter always thought that Ferus was judging him, that every time he caught Ferus looking at him it was because Ferus had something to say.

And here they were now, with Anakin WANTING his opinion for once. His opinion about his ARMS.

This wasn't the turn Ferus expected his day, much less the conversation they'd been having prior to this, to take. When Tru had questioned him on why he liked boys, he had settled for Ferus simply saying that he found them appealing. Anakin, on the other hand, didn't settle for short answers. No. He wanted all the information. Ferus could respect that.

Scooting closer, Ferus put his hands on Anakin's bicep. His hand wrapped around it, squeezing firmly, feeling the muscle as it refused to budge while skin sank ever so slightly from the pressure of his fingers, molding to the shape of them until his hold loosened. Then, down to Anakin's forearm, turning it this way and that, tracing the veils. Then, the hand, which Ferus made him open and close.

Then, the other arm, the prosthetic one.

Ferus granted it the same treatment as the other one. Squeezed the bicep, traced the forearm, what was left of the flesh and then the details of the prosthetic, moved on to the hand which was tested the same way as the flesh one, opening and closing it, then back up the forearm. Until he reached a conclusion.

"They are nice... I am biased towards your right arm," he said. "Your right bicep is bigger, and I like your prosthetic."

He wasn't sure if Anakin would like that answer. Ferus wasn't even sure what answer Skywalker expected, or what had prompted the question.

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The Titan Squad-5

Scorpion Hanzo had taken all four of them back to the monastery they were met with a worried Sub Kuai Liang and a worried Lord Liu Kang "I found them" Scorpion Hanzo said the two looked at kung Lao he was carrying Hatsune who was in her six tail kitsune form "by the elder gods, what happened?" Lord Liu Kang asked, "she is a kitsune all along, but the worst part right now is her son of bitch brother." Kung Lao said he was angry after seeing what had happened. The memory of her almost dying will linger in his mind forever "It is not your fault Kung Lao" Kitana said to Kung Lao "indeed we were all there, but we could not do anything about it we all share the burden" Liu kang had stepped out of the shadow causing Lord Liu kang to be shocked "greetings i am Liu kang your counterpart" Liu Kang said "He is from Titan Hatsune's dimension and the only survivor of that time line" Kitana said "you guys get some rest me and the other titans have something important to discuss" Lord Liu Kang said.

Kung Lao had put Hatsune to bed he did not want to leave her alone, but he had to go back to his room otherwise people might get suspicious as Kung Lao was going to go but suddenly, he felt her grip on his hand tighten he looked back at Hatsune who was slowly waking up Kung Lao went to her and sat down beside her "you're awake!!" Kung Lao said happily but there was still a worried look on his faced. "Lao what happened?" Hatsune asked kung Lao but suddenly started to remember "well-" "I almost died" Hatsune mumbled with tears forming in her eyes Kung Lao hugged Hatsune close and pulled her onto his lap "shh it's alright, everything is okay Hatsune." Kung Lao whispered into her ear reassuring her everything was alright Hatsune started to calm down.

After a while Hatsune had calmed down "do you want to change into something comfortable? you won't get any sleep if you keep wearing that armor of yours" Kung Lao said Hatsune blushed "I do not have any clothes" Hatsune said a bit embarrassed "are you sure?" Kung Lao asked Hatsune she nodded in a yes, but Kung Lao did not buy it.

He put her on the bed and stood up he went to her closet and opened the door only to find out she was right the closet only contained her armor and weapons no comfortable clothes she could wear "Hatsune have you been sleeping in your armor for a month?" Kung Lao asked, "no I have been sleeping in it for my whole life" Hatsune said and just as her situation could not get any worse Kung Lao looked at her concerned "wait here" Kung Lao said to Hatsune and went out of the room.

After a few seconds Kung Lao returned with some clothes "here" Kung Lao said he gave her his clothes that would be big on her, but it would be the best option for her to sleep in "thank you" Hatsune said and stood up she took the clothes and went to the bathroom to get changed.

Hatsune came out of the bathroom she had taken a shower and wore a long grey hoodie with grey pajamas she felt relaxed and comfy in his clothes 'they smell like him' Hatsune thought bushing she got even more flustered as she saw kung Lao shirtless and wearing red pajamas "I hope you don't mind me being shirtless" Kung Lao said with a slight smile "I don't" Hatsune said as she stared at his muscle's and his toned chest her eyes went down to his abs and blushed furiously "well I am going to go get some sleep, night-" " wait!!" Hatsune interrupted Kung Lao who looked at her confused "can you stay with me tonight?" Hatsune asked him "of course" Kung Lao said he laid down on the bed and Hatsune lay down beside him.

Kung Lao rested on his back Hatsune shifted slightly she was laying on his chest as his arm was around her waist both of them cuddled silently for a few minutes "today has been one of the wildest days of my life" Kung Lao said "how so?" Hatsune asked as she looked up at him "I found out you were a Kitsune, Lord Liu kang has a weird counterpart" Kung Lao said to Hatsune she giggled "yea he is weird but a bit trustworthy at least from the conversation I heard between him and Kitana" Hatsune said to Kung Lao who looked down on her with a smirk 'really? because he is from your timeline?" Kung Lao asked him Hatsune nodded "picking favorites I see" Kung Lao joked Hatsune playfully hit him in the chest "he is the only survivor from my timeline plus he is cuter" Hatsune said to Kung Lao "you wound me Ryūjin" Kung Lao said putting his hand on his chest Hatsune rolled her eyes and giggled.

"So, you have any family?" Hatsune asked Kung Lao "I had a family" Kung Lao said to Hatsune "I am sorry I did not know-" "I was disowned Hatsune" Kung Lao said to her Hatsune eyes widened "why? what happened?" Hatsune asked Kung Lao "I do not want to talk about it" Kung Lao said Hatsune gave him a worried look she leaned up and kissed his cheek "it's alright we all have pasts we do not want to talk about, but I think disowning you was the stupidest decision your parents made" Hatsune said to him she went down and nuzzled into his chest Kung Lao blushed and smiled "thank you" Kung Lao said

Kung Lao expression turned serious and worried Hatsune stopped and looked at him concerned "but the worst part was seeing you almost die by your brothers' hands, and I could not do anything about it" Kung Lao said to Hatsune "it's alright Lao don't blame yourself for something that happened so quickly" Hatsune said she caressed his chest and planted a small kiss on the side "I do not want to lose you" Kung Lao said as he put her on the bed and turned on his side facing her Kung Lao caressed her cheek with his hand "I do not want to lose you either Lao" Hatsune said Kung Lao took out a red ribbon from his pocket and tore it into two pieces he put one ribbon on her finger and the other ribbon on his wrist "this way you will have a part of me with you" Kung Lao said Hatsune bushed and she sat up she took out something from her drawer it was a pendant like hers but instead of a fox tail it was a cheetahs and in the color of blue 'here wear this it will help me communicate with you even if we are afar" Hatsune said bushing Kung Lao sat up Hatsune put the necklace around his neck kung Lao shifted closer to her and leaned in their foreheads were touching and their lips were a few inches apart.

"I am done with the necklace" Hatsune said to Kung Lao, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her close he put his arm around her waist "may I?" Kung Lao asked Hatsune was a bit hesitant she nodded in a yes Kung Lao leaned in and their lips met in a soft passionate kiss Kung Lao arms wrapped around her waist and her arms around his neck he laid down on the bed and put her on top of him they kept kissing each other for a while before pulling away "Lao" she said to him "let's go to sleep it is getting late" Kung Lao said Hatsune nodded bushing as they both cuddle each other to sleep peacefully.

Liu Kang was awake his room was next to theirs and he heard their conversation "looks like in every timeline they are destined to be together" Liu Kang said to himself before he went to sleep with a smile on his face.

[dosesofcommonsense]

“We don’t have the longterm data yet.”

Ok. Look at the short term data. That’s alarming. Ozempic is a gateway weight loss drug.

Big Pharma doesn’t solve problems. They perpetuate them. A healed customer is a lost customer.

[randomnameless]

@dimiclaudeblaigan replied to your post “Now I can’t say FEH really was warning us…because...”:

Also about Leopold, he's relatively likable sometimes in Hopes, whereas that's not the impression I got from him in Houses. Caspar was TERRIFIED of him in Houses. He literally expected the man would murder his own son (Caspar himself) on a battlefield. That's not the impression I got from AG Leopold, at least.

​Well,

I have my own beef with Leopold, first by being a retcon but that's not the most important, imo Nopes made the deathly choice of...

Not having Leopold explain why the fuck he

1/turned against Ionius to begin with to side with Aegir and

2/ turned against Aegir to side with Supreme Leader -

It's, imo, as bonkers as having, in FE7, recruited Jaffar without ever talking about that "incident" with Leila.

FE16 suggests Supreme Leader bribed him (iirc?) but in Nopes, bar being "dumb muscle Sr", we don't learn anything about Adrestia, his eldest son (Caspar's bro who is supposed to inherit his title?), why he changes allegiances like Supreme Leader changes her outfits, or anything of importance.

The War against Dagda'n'Brigid? Icing Petra's parents? Leopold doesn't talk about it, doesn't even talk about who asked him to ice them, what were his thoughts about it, no, nothing.

FE16 tries to have Doro (as always!) play the violon for him saying he accepted to lay down his life so his men would be spared in Enbarr which we are supposed to find honorable - and sure, it is in a way, because he stops or at least reduces the bloodshed, but damn if coming from the corrupt Minister of War (who ends up with Leicester in Tru Piss) who was in charge of leading the invasion of several states is a bit... too much. Bergliez is willing to offer his life to save his men, but wasn't giving a fuck about trouncing loldiers/civilians defending their home?

Even if he is in some sort of similar shoes, I still prefer Burian (or whatever is his name now!) of Dozel over Leopold, both are generals to an Empire who does Empire things and target civilians, but Burian wasn't presented as a weatherwane like Leopold was and he only wonders, as he dies, if he was fighting on the "wrong side", showing, imo, how misguided he was (without summoning Doro and her "sad uwus" concerto).

[unsafe-chikku]

So on Tuesday, June 18, 2024, I had an inkling that my oversharing problem was still just as bad as ever.

So I thought to myself, no matter what I try I can’t get myself to think and be mindful before I speak.

I’ve been trying since I was 12 years old. 18 years I’ve tried, and even with adderall and meds it’s enormously difficult. I can barely understand the concept of it.

But then another thought came in.

Well. You are thirty now. You are doing better than ever. You have done a lot you thought you could never do. Try again.

So for the rest of the day I took time, not a lot, but a bit before speaking. I considered my words before I said them, and kept back 75% of the blabber that wanted to come out.

It was very difficult at first but over the course of the next few hours it became easier. Like flexing a muscle I didn’t know I had. And the more I trued the easier it got.

Then I thought, well, if I can think before I speak- that’s a level of self control I’ve never had before. What else can I do?

And so for the last few days I’ve been putting in a lot of effort to really think before I do anything. And while I feel it is still more difficult for me than the average neurotypical person, it’s infinitely easier.

I’m fairly certain(in definitely neurologically inaccurate terms) that my synapses in my frontal lobe finally clicked together correctly, albeit still “underdeveloped” compared to my peers. But I’m fine with that. It is what it is.

So yeah, if you have ADHD as severe as I have had, and are under 30, just remember that it’s possible your brain just needs that extra time. Keep putting in effort and especially keep being kind to yourself.

[charmingdallas]

alan ritchson, gay, male + he/him, fighter «—◦—→ well met, dallas charming ! the godling born child of iris. it’s been thirty-eight years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their hardworking, appealing, + observant ? or will their  naive, mischievous, manipulative hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: Dallas Tyler Charming nicknames: Charming date of birth: 04/27/1985 age: Thirty-Eight face claim: Alan Ritchson godly parent: Iris height: 6'2 dominant hand: Right education level: Masters Degree occupation: Reporter

parents: Austin and Virginia Charming. siblings: N/A pets: N/A

astrological sign: Taurus positive traits: Appealing, Observant, Hardworking, Kind-hearted . negative traits: Naive, Mischievous, Manipulative, Hard headed. habits: He has the habit of sitting back and watching everyone around him. He's not one who's quick to jump into rambunctious activities until he can get a lay of how everyone acts. quirks: His biggest quirk is he always has to have on his father's watch. It's a gold watch, and on the face of the clock is a rainbow shift of sorts. pet peeves: He has a thing against people who constantly fall short. He thrives with dependability, so when he comes to the conclusion you cannot be counted on, he's done. hobbies: Loves riding his motorcycle and has a thing for reading.

sexual orientation: Gay. sexual position: Vers.

clothing style: Over the years, his fashion had evolved. Typically, people could find him wearing form fitting jeans and tight t-shirts. He was known to spark up a blazer and a nice button up for certain occasions, but typically, he was dressed more casual. prominent features: His smile, his rather beefy chest, his muscles.

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood? He was chasing down a lead right at dawn. Just as he had come across a ground breaking piece of information for his story, something felt different. Almost like he'd found his calling.

class: Fighter. inspirations: Lois Lane from DC Comics, Dazzler from Marvel , Paige Matthews from Charmed, Frankie from Rizzoli and Isles, Tru Davies from Tru Calling. biography: Dallas was born to two hardworking, loving parents named Austin and Virginia in a small town outside of Denver, Colorado. It seemed rather fitting for them. His father was an ex-military man, and his mother, well, she was a very big free spirit. Something about her had captured his father's heart, made him softer than he appeared. Growing up, he always had that hard work could make anything happened instilled into him. Something both of his parents took very seriously. From a young age, it was clear he had a love for writing and reading. It was very rare someone didn't catch the boy with a book in hand or near him. Through adolescence, he began to venture out from his love for literature and found himself falling in love with sports and working out. From the age of thirteen, he started playing baseball. It became his great love. Hell, it was what took him all the way to college, but once he got there, suddenly, he found his heart torn between baseball and writing. At Colorado State, in-between games and practices, he was writing for the college paper. Helping explore and expose different things around campus. The jock had his name front line and centered for his work on the story of the collegiate sports teams illegal substance usage. That was what ended his time on the team pretty quick. As Virginia always told him, once a door closes, find that open window and soar. So, he continued on through college to obtain a masters degree in Journalism. Everyday that he walked into the newspaper where he worked, he had framed pieces from headlines he wrote, his degree and, well, a bunch of sticky notes. For years, he worked hard, fought against anything that came his way, and he made a name for himself as being one of the best damn journalists in the US. He felt that his calling was to tell and show the world the truth, the darkness, the light. That was until he found his true calling..