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I would never ship Lleu and Athy because Athy deserves better than a man who projects his brother on teenagers and pushes them to act like him. But Medraut and Athy? Girl who acts like her dead mom to survive and guy who compensonates for being the least favourite sibling by fucking his parent? Devoured my son insane levels of parental issues. They should fuck and procreate. I want to know what the offspring looks like (blonde blue eyed and highly depressed probably)
#the marriage could work!#Medraut would have a secret chamber where he keeps his brothers' comtose body in a glass coffin snow white style#and tell her to never open the door#I guess in this AU lp Athy actually poisoned Jennette because some of Medraut's traits rubbed off on her#Athy: good night husband! -> goes away to cuddle with her sister#Medraut: good night wife -> goes away to fuck his brother's unconscious body#the winter prince#wmmap
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new rt everyone shes a freak whos pretty sure shes been been given the role of rogue trader as an act of divine intervention to eventually replace the godemperor and bring new glory to the imperium which she thinks is dull and stagnant. dont worry about why she keeps marazhai caged in her trophy room like he's bait its not important and completely irrelevant to the fact ive joke nicknamed her simon thresh. has anyone noticed a lot of slaaneshi demons during warp jumps lately
#warhammer rogue trader#rogue trader#marazhai aezyrraesh#von valancius#if i ever mention about marazhai going insane on the voidship this is what i want you to think of#understimulated predator animal in a cage claws itself open#its worse with her but i do think he generally feels kinda insane anyway#yeah he's tricked into thinking she's tolerable and a fair alternative to the arena then hes taken to the voidship#yrliet [who was the fixation until now] tries to warn him about her before getting her head bashed in infront of him#spirit stone smashed into shards for ritual use body dragged off for vague poor medical knowledge dissection#he is now thinking the arena might not be so bad after all. except he's got no way to back out of this so hes screaming clawing at the wall#shes not giving him up willingly and the only person who could take him by force is calcazar whos not a great alternative tbh!#so he gets to go insane being bait for the chaos god he's already ocd fixated is stealing his soul [on top of normal drukhari fears]#and he's not able to maul anyone else while locked up so its just him dealing with this alone! yay#she doesnt give a shit about pasqal until he gets xenotech in him. then he goes to the trophy room too for study/more grafts#heinrix is most likely captive in the trophy room too with his death faked so he cant snitch#idira Almost got in trouble too for the implant she gets from tervantias but then it breaks and this lass is just angry at her#the Only reason she doesnt feed her to the wolves and kick her out is her door. and she is now trying to force it open with a crowbar#abelard has to deal with her shit and manage it socially. he never thought he'd want to retire but fucking hell when can he quit#she likes jae mostly for her connections. toxic yuri theyre both using eachother#she briefly idolises achilleas for bringing her to commorragh but then finds out he did it under torture and didnt want to. mad at him#he can make it up to her once hes a wrack though [he is going next to marazhai. this will only improve both their mental states]#can you tell this freak is a piece of work yet#shes got screams of the damned volume 3 playing across the ship and shes having a great time but is completely deadpan the whole time#unrelated! you can finally see my idea of marazhai next to a normal fucking human good god. yeah i think hes huge
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there's something really tragic about how the whole dreamer trilogy kicks off because Declan wants to look for his birth mother
the catalyst for the whole series is that, in the holding pattern that is their life, Declan breaks first
and it's because he still doesn't feel like he belongs or is wanted in his own family, even in peace times, even when he and Ronan have laid down their weapons and made some effort to patch things up
for once, he wants something for himself, and he takes the initiative to get it, and it all snowballs and backfires so horribly that when he gets to the end of the line and Matthew is dead and Ronan is dying and the world is ending and his mother doesn't even want him, he can only look back and say that it's all his own fault
and there's no one left to tell him he's wrong
#Declan Lynch#the tragedy that you are#TRC#TDT#tags by me#it shatters my fucking HEART that the very first time we see him break#the first time he actually sheds a tear in the entire series#is when he finally finds Mor#and she tells him that she would choose Fen over him#and not just that -- context matters -- she tells him that if boudicca made her choose between Fen's sweetmetal#and PERSONALLY KILLING DECLAN SLOWLY#she would prioritize keeping Fen awake#all the doors Declan opened and all the balls he started rolling in the hopes that she would love him more than the Lynches did#that she would feel like family in he way his actual family never managed to#and that is what he gets in the end#all this chaos and destruction and death only to find that she doesn't even love him either#it was for nothing#his brothers are dead for nothing#FUCK man it's fucking brutal alkdfjgh#anyway
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having my brother move back in has solidified my stance that i donât think i could ever willingly choose to live with a man
#because tell me why he leaves every cupboard door open for no reason#my kitchen and bathroom have never been dirtier and more disgusting#he just leaves every light on??? always????#washes the pots in cold water⊠leaves his shoes directly in front of the door#every towel is sodden and crumpled#like i am about to go insane by the end of this month and heâs here until like february#my mum at least has four days of the week at her partners house to have a breather but iâm just here 24/7 as his mess builds up like crazy#genuinely think ill commit a crime before my birthday#stelle yaps#like if i got a bf weâd just have to live separately next door to each other
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man. it hasn't even been a full half day of this event being out and im already drafting a fic for it. what an absolute RIDE thsi has been.
#will i post it? idk#it's me so its a rui fic.#its him getting worried when mizuki doesn't show up to school the next day. or the next. or the next or the next or the next#and he knows this isn't his buisness but he can't help but be worried for his dear friend#so he texts.#and they don't even read it#i cant decide if i want him to try going over to mizuki's house and talk to them (they don't open teh door)#or he can't even do that because he doesn't know where mizuki lives#GOD WAIT. what if i did a multichap and had a bunch of characters#toya getting worried too but having none of the context#he doesn't know what to do except take good notes in class for them and hope they come back soon#akito doesnt say anything or do anything#but he notices how tense ena is at home. how stressed she seems but she won't talk about it. (its mizukis secret. shes not going to out the#but aktio can't figure it out and he knows it has to do with mizuki or the cultural festival or something in her circle#but all akito can really do is leave a slice of cheesecake on the counter and keep moving forward#an is worried. and she tries talking to akito but he doesnt know and toya doesnt either#and maybe she overhears the bullies in the hallway and realizes it might be a gender thing#but she doesn't know about ena. she doesn't#but she knows how to fight for her friend so she tells the bullies to back the f off and grow up#nene not really knowing whats going on but noticing mizukis absence and everyone around her getting kinda stressed about it#how akito seems grumpier and an keeps giving some people glares#but mostly rui. whos distracted at practice and distracted at school and keeps checking his phone#and doesn't know what to do. doesn't really do anything because of it. but shes there for rui. and there for mizuki#whenevr they get back.#and kasa. oh silly ol kasa#he notices mizuki's absence and is all âhall monitorâ about it for the first like. two dayts#but he notices ruis behavior first adn then an and akitos and man even nene a little#and while hes never read a social cue in his life he knows somethigns wrong. offers to put on a show with rui.#and rui. says. no.#that's when tsukasa freaks out
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I was rewatching librarians and realised that when Baird mentions Ezekiels other file, the others aren't around, which means she must have vaguely mentioned it again in front of or at least near the other LITs before they ask him about him in the truth chamber scene
#also the way that ezekiel lets cassandra tell all her deepest darkest secrets to him to keep the door open to him is soooo#like its so them#ezekiel doesnt like sharing things about himself#especially not SECRETS#and cassandra has more dark secrets than youd expect and ezekiel is unphased about this information#even when shes telling him crazy shit hes just listening boredly#he doesnt care that she apparantly murdered a small animal? im assuming the thing she watched the light in its eyes go out was a hamster#hopefully#but theres so much to unpack about this episode like aaaa#duh theres lots to unpack about Stone#but also just this one scene says sooo much about ezekiel and cassandra toooooooo#aughhh i love this show so much#ezekiel just...knows all of cassandra's secrets now#and he doesnt even care#hes so chill about it too#but he never chimes in to help because hed rather die then share more secrets about himself than he has tooooo#i love them#the librarians#ezekiel jones#cassandra cillian#eve baird#we dont talk about zeke and cass in this episode enough#sorry these tags should have been a separate post lmao
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sorry hang on tarot requests might be delayed by a few minutes I'm sending a furious alumna email
#look it's a subject that I've chosen not to talk about on tumblr for various reasons but like#you think y'all can have the UNMITIGATED GALL to send alumni an email about how you had to get rid of the dirty evil protesters#when I had to deal with anti-gay evangelical protesters all the fucking time at penn???#you're gonna tell me that these students were making student life impossible#when I had to deal with those wharton pissbabies when trump was elected?#when I watched those miserable little monsters-in-the-making following around crying female students and shouting LOCK HER UP#in the fucking DINING HALL#but NO the student protesters on the GREEN are too much?#holy shit you guys can get fucked#you didn't trespass the westboro baptist church but you are trespassing your own students#you just want to protect your precious endowments and shit#and considering you never spent any of that money fixing accessible doors when I was on campus#at times preventing me from going to class until I could find a stranger to open them for me#you can absolutely get fucked forever with all that money that you only give to your highest earners#sorry I am SO mad lmao
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A few quick random tidbits about Yanshang Teahouse:
â Teahouse/casino. While said to be 'disguised' as a teahouse, Yanshang does seem to genuinely function as one, or at least during the daytime. And it's primarily during the evening hours that it functions more actively as a casino. Now I need to note, the latter is not public knowledge. Or rather, it's more so a rumor that holds a fair bit of truth to it. But a rumor is a rumor nonetheless. This is vital, because it is because of this that it is still running. I've spoken a fair bit about this behind the scenes lately, but Yanshang functions as a casino because it draws 'less than good people' into a surrounding that has everything playing against them, and through that, Yelan is able to gather intelligence that benefits everyone, especially Ning. So if the latter for example, Ningguang were to know its full ins and outs, it would actually mean that she'd have to turn a blind eye to something that is not fully legal, which spells all kinds of trouble for the person responsible for, well, the law in Liyue Harbor?
â Gambling. Yelan has gained a reputation for her gambling skills, and is even rumored to cheat when the need calls for it (though of course, this isn't picked up on, it seems!), as is noted in her fifth character story: "If there is a draw, that could only mean one thing: Her opponents are cheating too.", and so potential opponents are advised to steer clear of playing against her through word on the streets of the harbor.
â Home? While this is not Yelan's home whatsoever, there is an upstairs area that is something akin to her 'private quarters'. It holds no personal affects that are tied to her directly, but to an extent, if one were to ever intrude/break in (past The Halbert and the Fang, somehow), you'd find the 'guise' tied to this notorious woman who owns Yanshang. But this guise is not quite her. Again, she works in personas, some much more realistically than others (the art of it, is knowing what of yourself you put into personas as to add to their authenticity's longevity). Either way, there is a comfort and peace that she finds in it, and the room is somewhat styled into a decorum that Yelan appreciates, beyond the 'keeping up appearances' aspect to it. It is hers in the end, to some degree.
â Finances. While one would be led to believe that Yelan gains a lot of financial benefits through Ningguang, Yelan's second character story might beg to differ: 'The way (Yelan) sees it, she is not so much working for Ningguang as making good on her end of the deal, or rather... she is honoring a certain pact. She plucks the fruits of intelligence from the tree of danger for Ningguang, and in return, all she asks for is danger itself and the sense of achievement.' While I'm decently certain that Yelan might occasionally stand to gain some sort of financial gain through the Qixing, it seems evident that it's not what her primary motive is. Yelan seems to not be interested in luxury by default (she lived in a hut for a long time), and more so seeks a sense of freedom, thrill and personal achievement. Now do I think that because of this, she's not well off? No, I simply think that the majority of her income may actually come from Yanshang Teahouse, and, to put it not-so-eloquently, ripping off bandits, and hopefully, specifically some Fatui in the process.
#[ meta. ] the chances are if i open this door; there can be no witnesses left alive. is that a sufficient reason for you?#[ a big motivator for the last one also is that the security and 'receptionist' for yanshang never changed after yelan took it over. ]#[ which tells me they're likely loyal to coin (as most in that field are to be fair) or are subject to blackmail. ]#[ one may be tempted to think the latter; but that's not quite... safe enough. as in jail there's resentment that forms and then... ]#[ word of mouth and they'd become yelan's (or the tea house's) enemies rather than keeping them neutral or friendly. ]#[ so i like to think it's coin. but also considering the direct trade route/delivery route that we know canonically runs from... ]#[ chenyu vale to yanshang-- there's /got/ to be enough money in circulation there. ]#[ she has a decent pouch of mora on her. that and an even bigger pouch of favors people owe her (and vice versa). ]#[ any way; i'll likely be adding to this! ]
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And when I thought things were finally fine and had calmed down my roommate starts sending me shelters because he wants me to get rid of my cat đđđ
#âsheâs peeing on my stuff đĄâ#listen I get that that sucks#but alsoâŠ. we had a system in place that got her stop#I get putting cat spikes on the couches was mildly annoying but guess what#she wasnât pissing on them anymore#and tell your bf to stop leaving your bedroom door open if you donât want her to piss on your bed#like ?????#I know heâs stopped doing these things because the bf finds them mildly inconveniencing#sorry Iâm not getting rid of my cat that Iâve had for almost four years and who got rehomed TWICE before I got her#because you have to put in a tiiiiiny bit of effort#âshe pissed on my shoes đĄâ#she has literally never peed on shoes before I guarantee you itâs because I left for a weekend and sheâs anxious#fucking calm down#you could also just not leave your shoes by the door#he already rehomed our rats because he found them annoying which I feel bad about#I didnât fight him much on that one because they were more his than mine so if he wanted to make that decision whatever#but hell no Iâm not taking my cat to a fucking SHELTER fuck you#âshe drives me insane thoâ#okay well your fucking boyfriend drives me insane and youâre not seeing me demand you take him to a fucking shelter so lol#GOD this is not what I wanna deal with when I get home#and itâs just pissing me off cuz I get itâs annoying#but weâd gotten her to stop mostly and now itâs started again because of things đđ the fucking bf is doing đđ#so like this is your own fault and youâre expecting me to get rid of my baby because your bf canât be assed to slightly alter#how he likes to live which is apparently being allergic to just keeping the bedroom door closed#jfc#kaz rambles
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I've kinda seen some pushback to the idea of representation in media and I don't necessarily think it's bad to point out actual rights are more important than Disney's thousandth first gay character that's fine, but I've had a LOT of people comment on my works about asexual characters and tell me what I wrote changed their life-and it's always that phrase- because they now have the language to describe what they feel. I've had people who ARENT ace or aro comment that what I wrote finally made a concept they didn't understand make sense, or that the way I explained things was interesting and enlightening and I'm kind of a mediocre writer who hasn't written anything in ages.
Like idk, if reading something from a writer who is fucking around and only somewhat talented can genuinely impact someone because they've not seen anything like them reflected back at them in life or media I don't think pushing for representation in media is as "needless" as some people seem to think and caring about that doesn't mean you don't care about more "important" (although if you think seeing people like you in media ISNT important it's because you already have that representation or are privileged enough to not care if you do, in which case maybe pipe down) stuff. Hell, I even got a Facebook message ages ago from someone who found a comment I left in an ace group about QPR's and what they meant to me and how I perceived them and the person no joke said what I wrote two years before they even found it changed their life forever because they finally knew what kind of relationship they actually wanted.
So like sure, of course there's always bigger fish to fry them diversity in media (you know, like diversity in real life lol) but I don't think it's as frivolous as some people are beginning to act like it is. At least not if you're an aspec person it's not, I STILL don't see ace characters almost ever and I'll bet my whole everything if I asked a writer of a show why they'd tell me that EVERYONE has to be in a sexual relationship and characters that aren't won't sell and are boring- I say this because in film school I had a teacher TELL ME every character needed to basically be sex obsessed and when I pointed out a GREAT MANY CHARACTERS are not revolved around sex (Supernatural stars two brothers, I pointed out) and when she asked if I had love interests I was like ??? That doesn't matter- using my aforementioned supernatural example almost all their love interests die or get mind wiped because at the end of the day that's not what the story was about. So actually I think writers who act like that teacher need like 50 reality checks, and representation in stories isn't unimportant and also support indie writers you'll probably find more funky shit there then Disney anyway lmao.
And also even the asexual characters I DO see in media don't remind me at all of myself even if I appreciate the effort, but they never feel real or genuine and their sexuality doesn't get a lot of exploration so đ€·đ»ââïž I actually could use more media focused on characters that I can genuinely see my sexuality reflected in in a meaningful and narratively impactful way because I've got nothing.
#winters ramblings#todd from bojack horseman im sure is SOMEONES version of asexuality but i dont see ANYTHING of myself in him#great character dont get me wrong but not relatable to me on any level including our shared sexuality#sex ed got a bit closer with their brief ace character although maybe she got more exploration in season three or four??#the latest one i havent watched lmao. but being closer and having a moment wjere shes told shes not broken#while DEEPLY vindicating isnt necessarily all im looking for either#like i wamt a REAL character thats ace or aro or both thats written by people who UNDERSTAND what theyre writting#not just well meaning people who dont know what theyre doing its kind of tiring#also idk why theres no dating shows with gay men because reality dating shows are ALL ABOUT who fucks who and who gets together#gay men would be hooking up ALL OVER THE PLACE and the DRAMA youd think reality tv freaks would be SALIVATING#but no none of that lmao. just ru pauls drag race and thats great it is like its not my bag but people love it#back on yrack though the weord blowback representation is getting is strange and its VERY clear to me#the people writing those posts havent gotten dozens on dozens of messages from people like them who found their writing#and haf their life altered forever for the better because someone who KNOWS what theyre talking about wrote a character like them#and it opened doors they never knew existed. doesnt even need to happen with fiction either i had a friend i had in toronto#tell me the info i sent to her on being aromantic changed her life- THAT'S the phrase i keep getting thats TELLING- because it describefld#described** how shes felt her whole life but didnt have words for. how frivolous IS representation if im getting these messages?#not very i dont think if some rsndom indie fic writer who hadnt written anything substantial in years can change someones life#REPEATEDLY might i add. ive been getting a LOT of messages like this lately and seeing this new bramd of discourse latetly too#like maybe YALL have enough that you dont care anymore but speak for your fucking selves
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soooo i was right đ« đđ«„ the Friend like likes me and it seems e v e r y o n e around me has known sINCE FEBRUARY
#SO đđŸ letâs just let it be known that iâm an Obviously Silly Clown so no one needs to tel me that ik already so i already told yâall how he#said he needed to Talk to me and i was planning on avoiding him but my friends said not to bc itâs not the Adult Thing To Do and he is my#friend and i care about him so it wouldnât be nice so i didnât me and my roommate went to dairy queen with him after i finished braiding her#hair so we were getting out the car to go get ready for bible study at church but then heâs all like âVK i need to talk to you can you pleas#stay?â and i was like KAJDJDJFJFJJD NO but on the outside i was such a Normal Girl and was like sure :)) so weâre in the parking lot and i l#left the door open bc i didnât want to feel claustrophobic but i lied đ€„ and said it was hot so he starts out all like sorry i made you anxio#us by prolonging this talk and i was like lol no itâs fine i was busy with exams and stuff and he just kinda gets quiet and he was like sooo#i like you and iâm like#đ€đđ« đ¶đ«„đ§ processing#and then i was like ok elaborate and heâs like i have feelings for you so iâm SHOOK BC WOWIE ppl arenât cowards like me cause i could never#and i say well thanks for telling me and i think youâre really brave for that but iâm sorry i donât feel the same way but i still want to be#friends but if you need space then itâs fine as well and heâs like ya i didnât expect anything from you i just didnât want to regret not#saying anything so i was ABOUT TO CRY BC I HAD TO REJECT HIM BC I REALLY DONT HAVE THOSE FEELJNGS FOR HIM so i left and went home and my <3#almost exploded from my chest i was on the verge of a panic attack and i told my roommate and she was LAUGHING BC SHES SUSPECTED HES LIKED#ME SINCE FEBRUARY when he paid for my pizza and aPpArEnTlY hOw He LoOkS aT mE đ WHATEVER#AND THEN I TOLD MY SECOND ROOMMATE AND SHES LIKE O YA IM NOT SURPRISED#so iâm just an oblivious silly goose who doesnât USE HER BRAIN like kajdjdjhddjd and and now iâm thinking of the things iâve done that made#him think i like him too like i baker him a pie for his birthday and i just feel silly and need advice if anyone has any but if not itâs fin#just an update on my life if youâre interested#vk overshares in the tags
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Only now beginning to realize why sometimes after a day full of going places and being around a bunch of people and too much talking, I'd come home and be so damn cranky. I didn't want to do anything, I hated when someone wanted me, and I'd just get angrier and angrier at every little thing.
Like oh... it's the autism. I'm tapped out and very overwhelmed, so having to deal with something like the cats (despite other people being available and just... not doing it because of dumb excuses), makes me want to punch someone in the fucking face.
#ugh#I'm worn out#and I need time to decompress because today was#A Lot#but nooo everyone except me and my little sister went to bed#and SHE never does fucking anything#when I try to tell her the cats are being loud#and that if they keep doing it they may need to be put away#and that I am GOING TO FUCKING BED#because I have been wrangling them for an hour#instead of actually having time to myself#she just looks at me stupidly and goes#âwell I won't be able to hear them from hereâ#and basically says that means I need to put them away NOW#because she won't just open her door#or take off her fucking headphones and PAY ATTENTION#so I have to do triple the work#with NO TIME TO DECOMPRESS#because she won't do fucking any little thing to be useful#i fucking HATE IT
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literally when I see women being frustrated with other women for staying with abusive men I feel like I'm watching the ouroboros. Like I get it, it happens to everyone, I've been there, but it's so self sabatoging.
#don't come at me if you're one of those girls currently angry at her friend for continuing to date an abuser after you and everyone else#told her not to#I spent 7 years watching different men beat my mother and I've had a lot of friends who faced very different kinds of abuse from other men#so when I say your anger is not constructive believe me because it is my anger too. and I know it hurts and I know it can drive you insane#but when your friend Sees that anger it will hurt her in a way you cannot understand. And if you are hurting her while you claim to love he#while you claim to have her best interests at heart -> then she cannot differentiate between the way you treat her#and the way her abuser does. And I know that's not fair I know it's not the same#And I know you probably care for her in a way her man does not. But when you tell her what to do she doesn't see You.#She sees the man who tells her what to do and how to live. She won't listen to you over that man because you sound the same#You sound eerily similar but he is manipulating her and you are just angry and upset. He will always seem to offer the better deal#so just don't be that angry friend anymore. Be an open door she can walk through whenever she needs a break from an evil man.#Be the life she Could have if she really believed she deserved it. Be good and respectful and supportive even when you feel like killing hi#show her how Everyone should treat her. Show her she deserves to be treated good; show her it is no problem for You to treat her good#And she Will start demanding that from men. From everyone. But she will do it on her own time#With her own setbacks and she will set her own standards. They might never be your standards but they will be better than what they are now#but first you have to be supportive and not angry. You have to root for what She wants and not for her relationship to fail#Even if you really truly hope the relationship will fail. You have to convince her that you want the same things she wants#You have to convince her that you want her to be happy no matter what that looks like. And Then she will ask you#To help make her life happier. And in my experience; that is the only way to truly see someone get to a better place#You have to help them get what they Want. This is way harder than being angry. Insanely harder. But I have seen women change a Lot#after I stopped feeling angry over them. After I stopped trying to convince them that I know what is best for them
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The Heir - G.S.
Synopsis. No, your clan leader husband wonât stop until he gives you an heir. No, you donât think youâll make it out alive.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, established relationship, heâs cray-cray (for you), brĂ©eding - like a LOT, oral (fem receiving), unprotected, creampĂe, marathon, sĂ©x, running from it, use of âmy wifeâ, overstim, FĂRAL Satoru, absolutely heinous, mentions of knĂves and bIood, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.3k
A/N. Guess what ya girlie is back with clan leader Gojo hehe.
An heir to the Gojo clan - no matter how small, how weak - could eradicate all three of the big clans before even being born. Much like their father.Â
You knew that. Satoru knew that. And, unfortunately for him, so did the stuck-up old toad currently sputtering across from him.Â
âI am not asking for permission.â Satoru smiles, deathly calm. âSimply that everyone vacates the Estate. After all, what the madam wants, the madam shall get.â
âBut- but young master! Itâs madness- An heir can tip the scales of power like never before!â The elder lunges frantically over the meeting room table. âI cannot allow- a-and considering the madamâs lowly lineage-â
Schwing!
They say that the infamous young head of the Gojo clan has a katana as hauntingly beautiful as he is - a blade of pure white, with a sapphire hilt. Though, there wasnât anyone left to tell the tale - and Satoru wasnât about to let that change anytime soon.Â
The long, deceptively delicate sword glints sharply against Satoruâs humorless grin, and those cold, cold eyes. Unblinking - crazed, as he hums, âWhat did you say about my wife?â
The man in front of him can do nothing but yelp in fear, âI- it could- the scale of ah-â
âNo.â The freezing cold blade presses deeper against skin. And Satoruâs tutting, âTry again.â
âTh-the madam!â Pathetic tears stain those expensive tatami mats below, every shred of previous ego wiped away as the elderâs forced to echo his words. âIt is no lie that her b-background isâŠunsuitable-â
Oh this was why Satoru hated these meetings - and for once in his life heâd been the one to summon it instead of being forced to attend. What a joke. If only this elder had agreed to vacate everyone in the Estate like heâd wanted, then none of this wouldâve happened. Seriously, how hard was it to get some alone time with you?Â
Satoru sighs, blue yukata rustling as he grips the hilt tighter. âDo you know why youâre here, advisor? Why any of you little council of elders are still here?â And he doesnât wait for an answer - couldnât care less about it anyway. Plowing on in that same sweet, dangerous tone - as if scolding a stubborn child, âMy lovely wife is kind, you see. Too kind. Doesnât like for me to get my hands dirty.â
He lets his arm retract slightly, as if giving up on the conversation topic at hand. And oh for all his wisdom, the elder shouldâve known better than to let the silence lull into one of safety. Shouldâve known better than to let out a breath of relief. Relaxing - ever-so-slightly, to be stupid enough to mutter, âS-see young master. I told- you-â
Because this was Gojo Satoru, and heâs chuckling - and that was never a good sign for anyone but you. âSheâd make such a perfect mother, donât you think?â
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SLAM!
You startle - there was only ever one person that dared to kick open the doors of the Gojo Estate that way, like he was out for blood.
Eyes tearing from your window towards the now-splintered doorway and-
Oh. Oh shit.Â
Your voice dies in your throat as the metallic tang of blood hits your nose - followed very shortly by the realization that this was your husband. Towering figure leaning against the frame, gaze frantic - bouncing off everywhere but you, fingers twitching on the stained handle of his katana, looking for all the world like heâd seen a ghost.Â
What the fuck happened?
âSatoru?â you breathe. And the sound of your voice his eyes finally snap to you - widening, like heâd finally noticed your figure standing there. Like he was seeing you after a thousand years. Stepping forward in concern, âAre you o-â
Youâve barely made it two steps before Satoruâs closing the distance in a split-second, dropping to his knees before you with a harsh thump!
You wince at the sound, but if it hurt then he doesnât show it. Anything but - in fact, looking more blissed out than youâve ever seen him as he lets his prized katana clatter to the floor, looping two powerful arms around your waist.
And itâs times like this - when he nuzzles his cheek against your stomach, sighing in contentment - that you forget about those blossoming stains of red on his yukata. None of his, you bet.Â
Threading your fingers through his soft hair, you repeat, âAre you okay, Toru?â
And oh.Â
Oh, it only takes those words - and your sweet sweet voice - before Satoruâs entire body jolts. Taking a sharp inhale, fingers trembling as they clutch onto the fabric of your yukata. âAn heir.â Words strained, ragged. Some deep, visceral part of himself peaking up at you through those hazy, half-lidded eyes, âWould you give me an heir, my wife?â
You werenât making it out alive.Â
Youâre gasping - partially because of his words, partially because thatâs all it takes for him to yank you down. Sprawling you out like such a slut on the floor. âWha- an heir?â
Itâs not something you expected him to even consider - that sleepy, quiet little pillowtalk from earlier today where youâd mindlessly wondered out loud whether your husband was ready for kids. Hell, Satoru was never a morning person, so you didnât expect him to even have heard the question let alone this.Â
Nosing at your racing pulse, whispering, âAn heir. You think Iâd ever deny you, pretty?â Like he couldnât believe it himself - sharp canines nipping at your neck, âMy heir.â
Itâs like it was the only thing he could say - could even think about right now as his lips burned a path down your jaw, into the valley of your breasts. Muffled, âNâ now we have the Estate all to ourselves, so I can ruin you as much as I hah- want.â
And for the second time today, youâre actually registering that this wasnât the same yukata your husband had kissed senseless in before the meeting. Or, at least, those patches of red were new.
âSatoruâŠâ You pull his face back.
âNo- no no please- Come back-â you squeal when he just drags you across the floor by the hips, pressing you up against that massive bulge, back to sloppily kissing the underside of your jaw. âWas jusâ one I swear- mâsorry about gettinâ the fabric dirty.â
âSatoru.â
âWasnât gonna break you where everyone could hear right?âÂ
And fuck he doesnât wait to hear a response, no - itâs been far too long, and every little scold from you has all the blood in Satoruâs body rushing to his aching cock. His lips are crashing onto yours, so desperate and needy.Â
âSa-toru!â you manage to squeal through the way he sips at your candied lips. Letting out pained, breathless little grunts like each swipe of his tongue against your mouth was driving him insane.Â
âShhh shhh, mâhere mâhere.â he pants into your open mouth, hands wandering everywhere. Cupping your ass, your breasts, nudging open your jaw to let him suck so filthily on your tongue. âFuck- mâhere.â Heâs licking up the drool pooling at the corner of your mouth already, âNâ mâgonna ruin-â One hand makes its way to palm your clothed cunt, â-her.â
But, alas, no matter how many times Satoruâs done this before - it never gets any easier, or as less heavenly of a sight for him.Â
With you all disheveled and splayed out for him, your tits almost spilling out of your yukata with the way his hands have been so greedy. So thoughtless.Â
Satoru groans, dipping his head forward to peck messily at your lips. âMmm- â Pulling back just enough to mutter, âGonna let me breed this pretty cunt, hm?âÂ
Itâs all you can do to give him a half-delirious little nod of agreement, lower lip wobbling at just how hungrily he was looking at you. Eyes wide, lips curling into a crazed smile, fingers trembling with anticipation as he deftly works on untying your robe.Â
âIs my wife gonna give me a pretty baby?â He gasps out, strangled. âAn heir?â He presses a sloppy peck to your glossy lips, strings of spit snapping when he breaks apart to whisper. âOne to take out all these dumb fucks?â Again, so dizzyingly. And again. âOh how Iâd love to see their fuckinâ faces.â And again and again and again. Kisses punctuated by that little mantra - âAn heir. My heir. I need you to give me a baby, pretty.â
And then your yukataâs being pulled down your shoulders, the expensive fabric ripping down the side with the way he was so ravenous. Goosebumps prickling down your skin as fast as Satoru can get his hands on every inch of you.
âOh, look at you.â his jaw falls slack, palms kneading at your soft breasts. âFuck- the mother of my kids.â He rolls his thumb over your hardened nipples, rubbing lazy little circles, âI need to- fuck!âÂ
Before you know it heâs pinning your arching body down onto the floor. One hand easily pinning down both of yours, the other angling your lips back onto his, a knee wedged between your damp thighs.Â
You whine at the feeling of Satoruâs thigh rubbing up against your drenched panties.
But he could barely hear - fuck, you didnât even know if Satoru was breathing with the way he wraps his pretty pink lips around one of your pert nipples. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, cheeks hollowing as he sucks - harsh.
âNeed to fill these up- sâgonna be so sweet. So full.â heâs blabbering into your tits, tongue rolling around your sensitive nipples. Incessant, like he was somehow trying to draw out milk. âI can only hope they hah- share, right?â
You buck your hips up, mewling as your throbbing clit catches on the dips and curves of the muscles on Satoruâs leg. âP-please, Toru. Donât tease.â
And oh, when has he ever denied you? Hell, Satoru would burn down this entire world and himself if it meant giving his wife anything and everything. Especially the future mother of his kids.Â
With a final, playful bite, you watch with glassy eyes at the way he dances his lips down. Slow. Teasing. Eyes locked with you all the while like some sort of predator cornering his prey.Â
âAnd this-â Satoru stops halfway down, pressing a deep, sultry kiss onto your bare stomach, âOh this. Gonna be so round nâ pretty. Absolutely glowing fâme, right? Fuck!âÂ
Snapping his head down at the feeling of your grinding your hips so sluttily onto his legs, slick seeping through your panties and onto his skin.Â
âOh.â he sighs, awe-struck. More to himself than you at this point, âYou can kill me if youâre not with my heir by the time weâre done, pretty.â
A promise.
And with it went whatever was left of Satoruâs poor sanity - and whatever pathetic chance there was of you making it out of this alive.Â
Immediately, Satoru fists your flimsy panties in his grasp. So see-through they were practically useless anyway. Reveling in your panicked little gaze as he pulls - rips them clean off your dripping cunt.Â
âOh god- There we go.â he moans, hooking two arms underneath your legs and pushing up, up, up - all the way until your knees were pressing up against your tits. Your lips wobble when Satoru takes the time to admire your pussy, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs to watch the way you glisten and clench at nothing. Licking his lips - salivating even - at the sight of your slick beading through your puffy folds. He runs a thumb along your sopping wet slit, âBetter wish her good luck tonight.â
And, usually, your husband was refined - he teased and toyed with your poor cunt until you were begging to have an ounce of friction. But right now, itâs a wonder he doesnât get whiplash with how fast heâs pushing his face into your pussy.
âMm-â Satoruâs eyes roll to the back of his head as his tongue laps at your dripping wet cunt. Tipping his head back, back, back to let your sweet sweet juices slide down his throat. âFuck that. Even luck wonât save you from me- hah-â
âToru!â you arch off the cool floor as he cards the tip of his tongue between your puffy folds. From the base of your sloppy entrance, all the way up to your throbbing clit. âHngh- sâtoo-â
He was going too fast too soon.Â
You whine at the palm pushing your unstable hips flat onto the ground, holding you still while Satoru licks all over as he pleases. âNow now, how are ya gonna ngh- fuck so sweet- handle later if ya canât even handle this, pretty?â
Sucking on your clit in such a messy, open-mouthed kiss. âFuck. Shouldnât have told me about an heir.â heâs murmuring into your cunt. Harsh - rolling his tongue against the sensitive nub in a way he knows will have you crying out so prettily. âFuuuck you shouldnât h- oh- Ohhh, look at you, my wife.â, breathing in deep, ragged gasps of air only to go deeper. âFuck- just look at you. Youâre so wet I could fuck you just like this.â
As if to prove his point, heâs urgently bullying the tip of his tongue between your plushy walls. And it was true - so pathetically true. You take him in so easily.Â
Somehow, you manage to crack an eye open to spy downwards - only to be met with Satoruâs eyes already on yours. Hazy, curtained by his messy hair, swollen lips curving up to flash you such a devilish grin as he squeezes his tongue past that feeble, first ring of resistance. In and out in and out in and-
âOhh. Squeezing me so fuckinâ tight.â His jaw grinds deeper, nose flush against your clit. âYa like that idea? Like the thought of me p-painting ah- slutty pussy white already?â
Your embarrassed little whine isnât enough of an answer for your husband. No, heâs pressing his fingers - all glossy and covered with a sheen of your slick - onto your pulsing clit. Just barely grazing in a way that has you crying out.Â
Making out with your cunt so sloppily, âThaâs more like it.â Heavy eyes boring into yours - goading, even, for you to give more of a reaction. âFuck- use those words, pretty. Scream.â Satoruâs fucking into your sloppy hole the way heâs been dreaming to do with his rock-hard cock. âAfter all, we h-have the Estate all to ourselves, right?â
Faster. Sloppier.Â
Pushing and pulling his tongue in a way that has you sobbing, âYes! Please- wanâ- nghâ Thighs squeezing around Satoruâs fervent head, âW-wan you to jusâ breed me, Toru-â
Oh.
Fuck, you mightâve just signed your will away at this point.Â
Because in a split-second, youâre cumming.Â
Shit, were you glad that there was no one in the house. Sobbing out a broken whine of his name, fingers white-knuckled on Satoruâs hair while you gush all over his pretty face. Just dragging your sloppy cunt all over his mouth - using him through your high.Â
And heâs more than happy to be dragged and angled all you please. Greedily lapping up your syrupy sweet juices, just dipping his tongue into your hole to feel the way you clench around him.Â
But itâs not long before Satoruâs pulling away. Swallowing a disappointed whine, you gape up at the absolutely feral man looming above you.Â
Lips plump and glossy, your juices dripping all the way down his chin, his jaw. Teeth bared, a pretty pink blush dusting over those cheeks - and you have half the mind to wonder how high the kill count actually is. Whether youâd be on it, too.Â
âHeh, kill count?â Satoru grins, teeth grazing so dangerously over your racing pulse. Shit, did you say that out loud? âFunny, real funny.â And with that, heâs thumbing apart your swollen folds, biting his lips at the sight of your quivering hole. âWonder if our- hah- kidâs gonna have your-â Without warning, he spits. Once. Twice. Gliding the pads of his fingers along the thick globs of spit on your cunt, â-humor?â
And oh how ironic it was for Satoru to be groaning out sweet little spiels of what your kids might look like, when his fingers were anything but.Â
Stretching out your gummy entrance, having the audacity to laugh - laugh - at how desperately your pussy was trying to milk his fingers.Â
âY-youâre so mean-â
âAnd yer killinâ me- ohhh youâre gonna be the death of me.â he mutters - strained. Depraved. Hastily pushing apart his yukata. He hisses, âFuck-â
You canât help but gasp at the sinful sight before you - Satoruâs blush reaches down his sculpted chest, down, down, down all the way to his painfully hard cock. Curved against his abs, already so angry and soaked with precum. Giving you a pretty little peak of those veins glistening against the dim lighting.Â
Before you even know whatâs happening, heâs circling his fat, weepy head around your sloppy hole. Slow, lazy patterns to tease your cunt. âCan only pray mânot dead before I see ngh- fuck- my heir.â
Itâs like something breaks. And Satoruâs remembering that no, this isnât just any child - itâs the next Gojo. That grip on the base of his swollen cock tightening when he slips past your pussy lips.Â
âOh! Toru- f-fuck wait sâtoo big-â you keen, nails digging into where his yukata was sliding off his milky, sculpted shoulders. Hard enough to break skin. âItâs ah-â
âNo.â he spits into your sagging mouth. âNo no no no- wait fuck- ngh squeezing so fucking- tight.â Hips pushing in quick, shallow little thrusts to squeeze more of his achy head inside. âFuck- fuck fuck fuck hold on. Need this. Need this so bad- please!â
And you canât do anything but arch into his touch, scrambling up onto your elbows to- shit, that was a bad idea.Â
Because one look at the sight of your poor cunt, all bulging and stretched out on Satoruâs massive cock was enough to have you running away.Â
Youâd barely made a movement to escape, feet flattening on the floor to buck your hips because shit it was too much. And it was a useless effort, anyway, because Satoruâs dragging you back so easily, pulling your limp body deeper down his swollen cock.Â
âNeed this. Need this need this so bad, pretty.â he groans, barely even halfway in yet. Still pushing, still relentless. âNeed to breed this cunt so bad.â
Some tiny, useless part of Satoruâs rationality knows that he should slow down - maybe give you a second to relax. To maybe even breathe. But he was out of control now, hips stuttering and wrenching forwards like he couldnât stop.Â
So heâs simply gripping onto your shaky thighs harder, sure to leave neat little indents of his nails to admire tomorrow - or, whenever he gets back his sanity, that is.Â
Satoru hisses at the way youâre so pliant below him. Limp, letting him rest your legs on his muscled shoulders. âThink I needa manhandle ya more often, pretty.â Pressing down, down - all the way until you were folded in half beneath him in such a mean mating press. âCanât- canât stop-â
The change in angle makes you scream out Satoruâs name - and it makes him bottom out. Finally.Â
Fuck, you werenât making it out alive.
âOh.â he grunts at the feeling of his heavy balls smacking against your ass, his fat, leaky tip kissing against your cervix. God, if Satoru was any less of a man he thinks he couldâve cum just from the feeling of you trying to suck him up already.Â
âOh- oh my god-â you gasp when he presses down about halfway down your stomach, Pressing down for that bulge, hard. âYouâre in s-so deep ngh- Sâlike youâre pushing into my ngh- lungs.â
Fuck, if you talked any more with that pretty mouth then Satoru was bound to pass out. Blindly, heâs feeling for your pouty mouth, kissing and nibbling at your wobbling lips like a subconscious apology. For what was to come, that is.
Because Satoru Gojo spares no apologies when he starts moving - finally. Finally fucking you the way heâs been dreaming of all throughout that droning meeting.Â
And he says so - a little over fifteen times, in fact, while he splits you apart on his cock.Â
â-nâ when I was negotiating those ngh- c-clan deals. Nâ when I was at that meeting-â he gasps, shoving your legs so far apart it burned. âSâall I could hah- think of. Everything - donât give a fuck if I got a contract wrong.â
Each word was punctuated by a rough, harsh ram of his cock, stretching out your gummy walls so far apart like he wanted to make his mark there. Pushing - even when he could feel his aching tip nudging at your cervix.
So merciless - violent even - with the way heâs slamming back into you. Molding your plushy walls to every ridge and curve of his massive cock. It was impossible to even form coherent sentences with his harsh pace.Â
A large hand flattens beside your head as Satoruâs thrusts get deeper. More purposeful. You almost sob at the sheer pressure when he dances his fingers down to rub quick, methodical little circles on your clit. âToru-â you moan, like a prayer. âM-more.â
But it wasnât enough.
âMore.â Satoru breathes, more to himself than anything. And shit at that very moment you almost understood why even the most hardened of clan leaders feared to even look at Gojo Satoru wrong. Because he was giving you a sopping, fucked-out smile, eyes widened, voice trembling, âYou want more?â
And of course this was the strongest. Of course, he was ruthless.Â
Of course, it takes him exactly two seconds to pull out of your heavenly cunt and flip you onto your stomach. One hand coming under you to angle your hips up until you were on all fours - like some ragdoll. The other feverish, distracting on your clit while he bullies his achingly hard cock past your sopping entrance once more.Â
âFuck!â your voice is hoarse when you scream. Teeth gritting because fuck the stretch was too sinful and Satoruâs hips were too harsh. Too hellbent on fucking into you like heâd lost control. âO-oh please, Toru-â
He doesnât waste time easing you into it this time, picking up where he left off with that maddening cadence. And you were glad he had an arm on your hips because your knees were weakening with each thrust, slowly sliding down the floor before-
âAw, my poor girl.â you hear Satoru coo from above you. Muscled chest rubbing up against your back, âSâalright. Mâgonna take care of it. You jusâ hafta take it- jusâ take it like the good lilâ wife you are.â his body bows into yours, strands of white sticking to his forehead. âNâ Iâll take fuck fuck fuck- care of everything.â So sloppy with his rhythm, pushing you further and further up the floor with each movement - only to reel you right back so easily. âIâll wash âem and hah- clothe âem nâ t-teach âem to take over this godforsaken society. To protect their momma.â
âT-Toru-â you squeal as he only gets more erratic. âIâmâŠâ
âHm?â
He didnât even have to ask - he could feel the way you were squeezing so hard around him, like you were trying to suck the fucking soul out of him. The way the only thing you could get out was his name.Â
His perfect wife.Â
Sobbing out, âClose! So close. Wanâ cum- Ah! Please-â
He was losing his fucking mind.Â
Biting down so hard at the crook of your neck to keep himself from cumming before you, he moans deliciously, âThen cum. Fucking cum. Please- wanâ you to cum on my cock.â Wrists aching with how desperate he was moving, âCum- yeah yeah yeah fucking- cum- Cum for your husband.â
Oh, if heaven was real then whatever was left of that part of Satoru that could still form coherent thoughts knew that this was it.Â
Watching you fall apart like such a slut all over his cock. Not even realizing it at first - just that your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, swollen lips falling slack, letting out such a pretty cry of his name that he canât help but cum, too.Â
You donât know whoâs more far gone - you, with your head spinning, a lewd little ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time Satoru fucks you through your high.Â
Or him, gushing out in thick, hot ropes of cum that overspill from your snug cunt.Â
âSo muchhh.â you whine, heavy head being held up by your husband. âSâtoo much.â
And he knew what you were talking about - because Satoru was cumming and cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldnât stop. Didnât want to stop. Because he was mesmerized by that creamy trail of white drooling down your folds, forming an obscene ring at those tufts of white at his base.Â
âToo much?â Satoru hisses. âToo much?â
You can only give a barely-lucid nod, whimpering when he doesnât ease up. Not one bit, in fact, Satoru was only abandoning the hand playing with your ravaged clit to press down on your abdomen. Hard.Â
âThere we hah- go. Better now?â The hand supporting your head forced you to look down below, at the sticky mess of white covering your cunt. Slobbering all over Satoruâs cock - even down to his thighs. âNow we got fuck- more space.â
You donât even realize youâre scrambling away until Satoru gasps, panicked, âNo no no- weâre not done, pretty. Fuckkk weâre far from done.â Fingers tightening around your neck to pull you deeper down his cock, holding you in place. Just dragging you along his length. âGotta make sure it takes. Why else dâyou think no one in the Estate will be back until tomorrow?â
He doesnât wait for a response - not that you could give one, anyway, with how you were being fucked dumb on his cock again.Â
A strong, powerful leg hooks around yours, pushing you down with his body weight. âSo that we ngh- h-have enough time to prepare for my heir.â Weeping head grazing all those sensitive spots so expertly. âT-to plan and and- ruin you and- fuck you feel so good. Theyâll be the most powerful- hah- jusâ watch. Those fuckers better w-wait and see.â
So debauched and fucked-out that you donât even know what heâs running his mouth about now, just heavy, urgent words slurred into your neck while he fucks you just as sloppily.Â
âDonât know?â
Fuck. You said it out loud again.Â
And the embarrassing realization has your eyes screwing open, gazing tearily back at an amused Satoru. Well, as amused as he could be when he was just as wrecked as you.Â
Kissing your sweaty forehead, hips reeling back all the way until your cunt was missing the stretch - bucking traitorously against the fat mushroom tip grazing your entrance. Making a mess of precum down below.
âSâalright, pretty.â he groans, sandwiching his cock between your puffy folds. âBecause you just have to sit there nâ ngh- take- it.â
If you thought that Satoru was broken before then he was absolutely ruined now.Â
Because there was no reason or rhythm to his actions now - just mindless, feral movements to milk his cock as much as he physically could on your pussy. Running only on pure need and the thought of you round and so full with his kid.Â
âAh!â youâre startled out of your reverie by something wet. Whirling sluggishly to catch the tears of overstimulation brimming at Satoruâs heavy eyes - shit, you wondered if he even knew what he was doing at this point. âT-ToruâŠyou- ngh- o-okay?â
The only response you get is an unsteady nod.Â
â-the best.â he whispers, twitching balls squeezing so painfully with each slap against your ass. Faster. Absolutely soaked with the sinful concoction of your juices and his cum. âWeâll be the best parents- ngh-â And fuck it was so much - too much. Too good. Painful pleasure.
Enough that all it takes is another, sloppy thrust before heâs seeing stars behind his eyes again. Cock twitching wildly inside your cunt as Satoru shoots load after load of cum to paint your pussy white.Â
So warm with his cum - him - that Satoruâs body moves before his mind. Pooling the mess down below to nudge back into your cunt. âCâmon, pretty, c-canât get ngh pregnant if ya donât oh- cum.â
And itâs so embarrassing how thatââs all it takes for you to reach your high with a strained, barely audible moan. Voice shot, your own orgasm nothing but a few tingles that have your thighs fucking back into Satoruâs.Â
âSatoru- Satoru Satoru Satoru.â you mewl, big fat tears streaming down your cheeks. Birds of a feather, they say.Â
Hypnotized. Drunk off the feeling.
And, evidently, Satoru was, too.Â
âPrettyâŠâ his voice rings in your ear. Tinged with a tone you know didnât bode well for you - or your poor, overfilled cunt. Bloated and dribbling already. âAre- sure- ngh-âÂ
And with a jolt, you realize heâs still moving. Still pushing and pulling in languid, slow strokes. Thighs shaking as the fatigue wears on him.Â
If anyone saw Satoru like this, theyâd have a heart attack. Flushed your favorite shade of pink, the lower half of his body well covered with a sheen of your obscenities. Eyes teary with sensitivity, cock still twitching and so angry as he clears his throat and tries again, âAre we- hah- sure it took?â
âWh-what-â you gasp, breathing in big, deep inhales. âYes- yes yes- oh my god itâwonât-â
âIt will.â Satoruâs interruption almost comes out as a whine. And heâs more sluggish, dazed when he flips you over onto your back again - not too difficult, with the way you were practically splayed out already. âTh-this pussy is made to take it, right? T-to be bred by me?â
Itâs almost like Satoru was begging for confirmation, plugging back in the excess of what was leaking out of your abused pussy. It was spreading in a lewd little pool now, seeping into the non-existent space between you two.
But oh how Satoru loved it. Couldnât tear his eyes off of it, in fact as he noses at your neck. Barely even thrusting anymore, just raw grinds, âRight? Gotta make sure- ngh- heir. Oh-â
Heâs darting his tongue out to lick at the beads of tears streaming down your cheek. The salty taste on his tongue having Satoruâs hips stuttering forwards. Again. And again - alternating, not on purpose - between hitting your cervix and that bruised g-spot. âGonna give me an heir? Ohhh fuck fuck fuck- lemme breed this cunt?â
Youâre using up every bit of energy left in your body to give that slow, shallow nod. Which is all the time it takes for the pool to spread even wider. For Satoruâs fingers to stumble their way back to play with your clit.Â
Rolling his thumb over in a harsh, uncalculated pattern - if you could even call it that, just jerky, obscene movements to get you off.Â
And it works. Hell, the two of you are barely in the state of mind to even feel it. But heâs finally cumming again, and so are you.Â
âNgh- Fuck-â
With a loud, pained cry Satoru tightens his grip on your body like a vice. Raw, sensitive, overusing his cock until it felt so empty. Until you felt so bloated it was like you could explode - or maybe that was your own orgasm. âToru- c-cumming.â
Youâre not sure, anymore. And you donât know if either of you could bring yourselves to care at this moment, not when your eyelids grow heavy. Vision tinging with black in the corners, and the only thing you could see was your husbands face - sweaty, eyes almost closed, kiss-bitten lips moving in a soundless whisper. â-the best- momma.â
A/N. CLAN LEADER GOJO SAVE MEE. Oh yeah the âcanât get pregnant without the momma cummingâ bit was based on this old tale Iâd heard where people used to gen believe that.Â
Plagiarism not authorized.
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People say you'll kill a duck with bread.
Sure, that's why the same family for generations would come begging for it.
Staying well fed.
#be like ah yes principal tell them to not marry because she is hot and deep down you want her but you are a sad cuck raising Dad's sperm#like for real her perception ir refusal to open the door to peeceive her true self is sad and hilarious#scared of the word witch#compound well yes I do but I am Not trying to fuck you VP#I'm just gonna repeat the question until the dumb teacher learns to be a student#legit telling her about craft but yanno what the fuck do I know about magic and beautiful life#like fine get paranoid#it doesn't matter#I am like oh both the boys had an edward it looks like today hmm#like the women in my family are capable as fuck of compassion and compartmentalization of reality and what they think is reality#like.....she can't even keep up with my wit how would she ever win a debate#I am nice to not debate you I promise#I don't really lose these#and it is an art of mind trickery and pulling metaphor from out there to right into this dialogue#like when you brag about your professors giving you assignments yet never bothered learning something new on your iwn#you just teach the same shit and think you figures it out#above pay grade yes it's hard to look directly into the sun but I do it easily enough
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#try to take a nap before work#dad calls#mom wont answer phone so he called me instead. tell him idk what she wants#hangs up#return to nap#i sleep till my alarm feel very confused and naplike#brother calls#mom wont answer phone so he called me instead. tell him she wants to walk and tries to get her on phone#is currently pantsless so i have to get panted before opening door#brother hangs up while im trying to get the phone to mom#whatever man. logs into work. my team is like wtf is going on#they tried to automate what we do. did it piss poorly#now we have to either not do them at all or do them weirdly#got added to a groupchat explaining it#whatever.#dad is blaring conservative bullshit on the tv#it sounds like them making fun of liberals for being upset. but said liberal has a fucking deku voice#and at the same time im talking with another coworker about how bad this stuff is#i dont have the heart to be like maam. i am numb and i am postnap and i am not in the mood to comfort or be scared#i should have never napped#i should have just slammed my cock in the door. it wouldve been just as productive
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