#and whether i think it fits him completely or not

[fluentmoviequoter]

Better Than Any Book

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!shy!chubby!reader

Summary: Tim comes into your bookstore looking for several books and finds more. You don't think he'd be interested in you, but in his mind, you're better than any book could ever be.

Warnings: brief insecurity (r), fluff, makeout session, Tim gets a little heavy handed at the end which I wasn't planning to write but que sera sera I guess, pictures from pinterest, 2.1k+ words, requested

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The melodious sound of your favorite album fills the dark bookstore as you unbox a new shipment of true crime books and arrange them neatly on the shelf. Stepping back to locate an author on the bottom shelf, you smooth your shirt over your new corduroy bottoms and hum along to the music. Quiet, slow mornings like this are your favorite part of working in a bookstore. Los Angeles is home to innumerable shopping options for people to choose from. Luckily, your store has a consistent client pool and there’s rarely a day you aren’t busy, whether that’s working with customers or completing inventory. You prefer working behind the scenes, away from the general public, which you assume is part of the reason you’ve been given the early shift.

���I bring breakfast!” one of your coworkers announces as she enters the back door. When she steps into view, she gasps and says, “I love the outfit.”

“Thanks,” you murmur, ducking your chin as you place the last three books on the shelf and lift the empty box. “And thanks for breakfast.”

“Sure,” she replies. “I’m glad we ordered more nonfiction, it’s about time we got some hot professors in here.”

Rolling your eyes, you follow her into the back part of the store, past the extra inventory, and into the breakroom. You’ve seen a few attractive customers in the last few weeks, but no one who made you wish you could walk up and flirt with them. The mere idea makes you shiver uncomfortably.

“Bradford,” Wade calls. “I’ve got an assignment for you.”

Tim enters Wade’s office and closes the door behind him. Since he told Grey that he wanted to transfer to Metro, Tim has been open to any and all of Wade’s recommendations.

“I’ve got a list of books,” Wade begins. “I know that you’ve got the kinetic learning thing and some of these aren’t audiobooks, but if you could find a way to make them work, I think they’d be really beneficial.”

Tim wants to argue, but Wade passes him a paper with several book titles listed on it. “Becoming Bulletproof?” Tim reads incredulously. “Busting Bad Guys? Tell me these are fake books.”

“‘Fraid not,” Wade replies. “I reviewed the list with several Metro sergeants, and they agreed that the books prepare you for the test and the job itself. I know you’re serious about this, Bradford, and we all want to see you succeed.”

“I’ll look into them,” Tim agrees, planning to do a Google search at most.

“Luna thought you’d say that, so she went ahead and found a local bookstore that has them all in stock. Address is on the bottom of the paper.”

“You talked to your wife about my willingness to read?” Tim questions.

“Not in those words.”

Tim sighs and folds the paper to fit into his pocket. “Thanks.”

“Any time. Oh, I also heard that there might be a question or two about them on your test,” Wade adds innocently.

“I’ll read them,” Tim promises as he leaves. “Seeing as I have no other choice.”

You’re straightening a section of trending books after a group of teenage girls leave when the bell over the door chimes. Not bothering to glance up, you assume one of your coworkers will greet whoever is coming in. Yet, there’s nothing but silence as the door closes and mutes some of the traffic noise outside.

“Welcome in,” you call, cringing at how your voice sounds. “Let us know if you need help finding anything.”

“I’m actually looking for a few specific books,” a man replies.

Turning, you search for someone you could send to help him, but it seems like everyone is either on break or working in the back. So, you set the book you were holding down and wipe your hands on your pants.

As you near the end of the aisle, you say, “I can help you with-“

You freeze, surprised by the man waiting by the door. He’s gorgeous, muscular, and sends you a polite smile when you trail off.

After you swallow, attempting to rid yourself of the feeling that your heart is in your throat, you murmur, “I can help you find those.”

“Thank you,” the man sighs, unfolding a paper. You try not to notice how the muscles in his forearms flex with his movement or the way his biceps test the limits of his sleeve. “So, these are books my Sergeant recommended I read, but I don’t really know where to start.”

You take the paper from him, your hands shaking. Realistically, you know there is no reason to be nervous. He’s a customer; he’ll get what he came in for, pay, and leave, never to be seen again. Even if he was available and looking for something more than books, which seems unlikely, you’re not his type.

“Sergeant?” you repeat, reading the titles. “You’re a police officer?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m transferring to Metro soon and apparently these books will help prepare me.”

Nodding, you mentally map out where all of these books are. You remember that you aren’t wearing a name tag, so you offer your name.

“I’m Tim,” he replies.

“Nice to meet you,” you say. “Follow me?”

Tim nods and follows you down the center aisle and to the right, where the nonfiction titles are organized by subgenre and author name. Focused on the books rather than the attractive man behind you, you don’t feel his eyes on you, but they are.

“I’d personally recommend you start with Becoming Bulletproof,” you say, picking up a copy from a middle shelf. “It’s a bit more modern than the others. Busting Bad Guys is written by a guy who’s retired LAPD, but his experiences probably aren’t as transferable to your job today.”

“Sure,” Tim agrees, his fingers brushing over yours as he takes the book. “What about the tactical maneuvers one?”

“Excellent choice,” you hum, taking a few steps away from Tim to get it. “One of our regular customers love this author.”

“You have many cops come in here?” Tim wonders.

You shake your head and run your finger down his list. “Mostly college students and people who live in the apartments down the street.”

“I think these two are good for now,” Tim decides, still looking at you rather than the books in his hand.

Smiling, you gesture weakly to the ‘Buy 2, Get 1 Free’ sign directly in front of Tim. As far as he’s concerned, no one could blame him for being a little distracted by you. You straighten the waistband on your pants while Tim looks at the shelves.

“What would you recommend?” he asks after a moment.

“Do you want more nonfiction?” you clarify softly.

“Whatever you’d recommend,” he says, smiling at you.

You look away, growing shyer at his undivided attention. Though insecurities threaten to invade your mind, you feel good next to Tim. Until he leaves, at least.

“Are you a sci-fi guy?” you question.

“I’ve watched some Doctor Who in my time,” he answers.

“Okay, there’s a new release over here. It’s by a debut author but it’s really good.”

“Lead the way,” Tim invites, staying a bit closer to you this time.

With all three books stacked in one arm, Tim is ready to check out. Though you had to force yourself to speak to him, you’re sad to see him go.

“Hi,” one of your coworkers says to Tim, smiling as she returns to the register. “I can help you whenever you’re ready.”

“Thanks,” Tim says. But then he turns to you. “My sister’s birthday is coming up. Any suggestions?”

“Are you similar, have the same interests?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Then, I’d try…” You turn toward your own favorite section and pick a less-popular but incredibly well-written and emotional book. “She might like this.”

“I’m sure she will.”

You nod, and Tim steps toward the register. As your coworker smiles and unashamedly flirts with him, you chew your bottom lip and return to your organizing. It should be easy to step out and ask Tim for his number or offer to help him find another book in the future, but it’s not.

“Thank you,” Tim says kindly, accepting the bag of books. “Have a good one.

“You, too.”

Rather than walking straight to the door, Tim cuts down an aisle to see you again.

“Good luck with your transfer,” you say softly. “I hope the books help and it all works out well.”

“If it does, I’ll know who to thank,” he responds.

“Whoever made you that list.”

Tim laughs, his head tipping back and showing you more of his jaw. “I wouldn’t have found them without you,” he argues.

Smiling, you rub your hands over your hips, feeling the ridges of the corduroy.

“Could-“ Tim hesitates, shifting the bag in his hand as his eyes rise to yours. “Could I get your number? In case thanks are in order?”

Your eyes widen, and your jaw begins to drop, your lips parting in shock. “Are… what?” you whisper.

“You don’t have to,” Tim assures you.

“No, I… really?”

“Yes,” Tim answers, drawing out the word. “You seem surprised.”

“I am.”

“Why?”

“Because you look like that and I’m me!”

You clamp your mouth closed and look down, your brows drawing together as you wonder what he sees.

“Well, I like you,” Tim says quietly. “And, if you couldn’t tell, I have no – what’s it called? – no game? So, if you’re trying to let me down easy because of that, I understand.”

Realizing that he’s serious, you murmur, “Yeah, you can have my number.”

Tim smiles and offers his phone, already loaded with a blank contact for you to fill in. Deep down, you doubt you’ll ever get a call from him. But, as he leaves and your coworker squeals on your behalf, you stand in place and wonder if you’re still asleep.

Tim is already sitting at a table in the corner with two cups when you enter the coffee shop. He stands and waves, inviting you to join him before he pulls out the chair for you. It’s been just over 24 hours since you met, but you’ve been occupying one another’s every thought since then. Even Wade noticed that Tim came into the station a little happier than usual and didn’t believe his explanation that they’re really good books.

“I got you a drink, but if it’s the wrong one, I’ll go get you something else,” Tim says as he sits across from you.

The receipt tucked beneath the ceramic cup shows your exact order.

“How’d you know?” you inquire.

“There was a cup behind the counter with your name on it in the bookstore yesterday. I took a gamble,” Tim explains.

“Observant,” you muse.

“And you’re beautiful,” he replies.

“No game,” you scoff under your breath.

“Maybe I’m just being honest.”

You purse your lips and look down, leading Tim to laugh as joyously as he did yesterday. If you never hear anything else in your life, you could be happy, you think.

Tim uses your joined hands to pull you to a stop before you reach your home. When you mentioned you were walking, he insisted on accompanying you, a perfect gentleman as he took your hand and carried most of the conversation for you. He’s easier to talk to than most people, but when you look directly into his eyes or he compliments you, you have no choice but to look away and attempt to hide. He finds it quite humorous, which is likely the only reason you’ve survived this date.

“Can we go out again?” Tim whispers, brushing his free hand against the side of your neck quickly, leaving a burning warmth in his wake. “This week?”

You nod, probably looking as lovesick and desperate as you feel.

“Would it be too early to kiss you?” he inquires, steering you toward a smooth wall, away from the sidewalk.

“No,” you breathe out.

Tim doesn’t hesitate, dropping your hand to hold your waist as he dips his chin and kisses you. His hands wander up to your ribs, then slide down to your hips, as if he’s tracing the stretch marks hidden beneath your clothes. Lost in kissing him, you don’t have the brain capacity to realize that Tim is enamored by the very parts of you that you thought would make him overlook you. When you pull back, panting for air, Tim squeezes the top of your hips, his pupils wide as he smiles lazily at you.

“That was better than any book could ever be,” he flirts.

“Too bad you can’t read, learn, and kiss at the same time,” you mumble.

Tim’s smile widens, his hands dragging around your sides to your back. “Oh, you’re a genius,” he praises against your jaw.

[thedaywillcome]

Teaser thoughts?

Controversial take no. 1: I love to see Will taking on so much pain.

Because this is where they finally see the immense strength he carries.

Will has been through arguably the most pain and suffering out of them all – the Upside Down, the Lonnie abuse, the loneliness of lost childhood, the broken heart, etc. – but the show made it very clear that his strength in pulling through is minimally noticed. There was compassion in season 1 and 2, tears of fear and joy, yes, but then his story just… diffused.

Because I have always been heavily standing behind the opinion that Will is the main character (biased? maybe. remorseful? never.), having the people around him experience that firsthand – the burden of a hero (as it usually is; ex. Percy Jackson, Hiccup Stoic, Katniss Everdeen, etc.) – seems to me like a good way to honor his character’s journey. Yes, I’d love to see him hunted by Vecna: he already has been when he had to survive him alone at 12 years old; yes, I’d love to see him faint in front of everyone: it is long overdue that they consider his importance seeing as he survived the Upside Down, possession, and still managed to fight for them all; yes, I’d love to see him screaming and struggling from Vecna’s hold: there is no character I’d love to see save everyone and the world more than him.

That is to say, only if there is comfort to his hurt. Of course.

Controversial take no. 2: I’m hoping El’s powers will not be of much importance.

Let it be the human and ordinary freaks that save the day this time.

I love El’s character. I love her entire journey. But I find the thought of her powers being the only successful weapon simply unappetizing by now. I have trust in the Duffers and their extraordinary storytelling, but I do think that after season 4 that was all about El trying to gain her powers back and then leaving before she could finish that goal completely, it would be the most rewarding for her character to just not have them be important anymore.

El struggles to understand people would like her without her powers – we see this with Mike, with her decision to leave her family to gain them back, with her inability to defend herself from bullies.

My opinion is such that having her powers mean little in defeating Vecna and the Upside down would give her the space to realize her worth as a person – not a superhero.

(Not so) controversial take no. 3:

Minimal Mike/Will footage? Please.

We’re getting Byler whether someone caresses another’s cheek or not.

For El, for Mike, for Will, for the Party – Mike needs to break free from the shackles he pulled over himself to “fit in” and “be as normal as possible”. He needs to take a hold of that which made him the Mike we all love and admire. And what was that? – yes, that’s right; Will.

Will was the one who said “yes”. The one that gave Mike the chance to be needed – not because Will was not enough, but because Mike made him believe that he wasn’t. Will was the one who gave Mike the space to not feel the need to prove himself (Will voice in comparison to how loud and commanding his voice is otherwise); the one who recognized him even when he could barely recognize his own mother.

Will is Mike’s home; his safety, his voice of reason, his understanding, his compassion, his determination.

My take is: Mike is not complete without Will.

Mike’s journey this season is supposed to be one of self-discovery. It seems blatantly obvious to me where that will lead him. His compass does not point to North; much like Jack Sparrow’s, it points to what he most desires – to Will.

[hangesdarling]

odds paid – cho hyun-ju

part 1 | THIS IS PART 2 | part 3

PAIRING. Cho Hyun-ju x fem!reader SUMMARY. You are a daughter of one of the VIPs. Your father allowed you to be part of the 37th Squid Games competition, especially the VIP betting. Will you take this opportunity for money, or would you let your goal lead astray for a completely different reason? CONTENT. squid game 2 spoilers, plot-driven, six-legged pentathlon, y/n lore, morally grey reader, VIP reader, crazy shaman lady slander (sorry) WORD COUNT. 2.1k

“Can I help my player win?” You asked over the coffee you’re pouring.

“What?” Your father looked over his morning paper, then to his morning coffee, perhaps regretting why he didn’t just have whiskey again instead of that hot, bitter drink. “Sounds clever, but the game isn't one of those dystopian movies you watch.”

“The Hunger Games?”

“Yeah, that.”

You sat down. “Sounds unfair to me. I’m betting a lot of your money on a player I can't help.”

“It’s a matter of whether your luck and intuition will betray you.”

You sipped your coffee. Too bitter. “I don’t have luck.”

“Do you think so?” your father asked as if he wanted a true answer instead of a rhetoric. It made you think if seeing him at your doorstep five years ago wasn’t luck. If landing into a wealthy family like this wasn't luck when all you knew back then was poverty.

“I suppose it likes me occasionally,” you said finally before standing up. “I have a few things to take care of.” 

“Don’t forget to pack,” he called after you, not turning his head. 

“To pack? Why?” 

He still didn’t turn, but you could feel a smile on his lips. 

“It’s part of my graduation gifts. Pack for at least a week's worth of items.”

-

After packing, you took time to review the video of the first game, and then the players’ information. You bit your finger, nervous about Hyun-ju's odds. Despite being an ex-military, you feared for her safety since some of her opponents have equally brutal backgrounds that will probably give them leverage in the game.

Who to eliminate? You asked yourself. As if you have any say on the matter to begin with. 

You turned your tablet off, picked a handbag you own that will fit it for travel. The baggage you packed sat neatly at the foot of your bed. You have a vague idea of what the surprise was, but you will wait for your father's revelation.

Two hours before the second game, you were already sitting in the home theater, basking in the dim light. Thinking of things you’re always thinking in some form or another. Winning and money. But there was something new. 

Cho Hyun-ju. You’ve watched her for far too many times and for far too long in those videos available on the website. In the first game, in the dormitory, when she voted on the blue O. She accepted the risk, in a far heavier way than you did, with her life on the line. You were glad that you placed your bet upon someone willing to fight, but you couldn’t help but think that in a better and less discriminatory world, Hyun-ju wouldn't be there. Maybe she would be somewhere kinder, more sympathetic, somewhere you wouldn't even have a chance of meeting her. For years, you were nurtured with luxury, with pride, with greed, and she doesn't belong there. You belong in the circle of people who wouldn't lift a finger to help her have better chances. 

But you wanted to. You wanted to help her. In your own selfish way, you wanted to help. 

You sighed, looking at your glass brimming to the top with cold water. For years, your wishes were swayed by precaution. Don’t be poor like your mother, don’t be a twisted alcoholic like your father. 

You drank that water and convinced yourself you’re nothing like your father. 

But here you are, waiting for the second death game and wishing for one person's survival just because your money was on the line. 

Greed. You’ve nurtured that one far too much than any of your sins. 

-

The live broadcast began five minutes before your father could arrive, with a drink in hand and a phone pressed to his ear, talking to his staff in the construction company. Such a fitting family business, and you’re the only heir. It’s still music to your ears.

Your dad filled his glass again and ended the call, tossing his phone on the second row seat.

“Another conflict?” You feigned curiosity. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he shook his head, pissed. “No surprises with those incompetent fools.”

“The game hadn't started yet,” you patted on his seat. “Still on the 10-minute team selection.”

“They're working in teams?” your father asked. “Better be good.”

“I hope so,” you said with a true hint of hope, considering that Hyun-ju hasn't found a team member yet. Your eyes followed her whenever the camera caught her recognizable figure. Having witnessed her entire team selection journey, you figured out how hard discrimination goes with the rest of the players. You hoped it wouldn't ruin her chances, or won’t make her a particular target. 

A few minutes passed, and the intercom announced: THE TEAM SELECTION WILL END MOMENTARILY.

It was a relief to find that Hyun-ju found her own team before the timer could end. 

“Your player is coupled with underdogs,” your father observed. Hyun-ju teamed up with a terrified-looking girl, an old lady, and a man who didn't look like much. Your father pointed to the arriving fifth member running her mouth, continuing, “And a freak.”

“No need to remind me,” you breathed out a laugh despite the audible pounding in your chest. It crept uncomfortably up to your skull. To break the silence, you asked, “You don’t think she’s an underdog, do you?”

“120? Don’t think so,” your father said, not particularly caring to give a reasonable justification. “She looks tough.”

“She is,” you said. She should be.

When the game began, you thought right away that the five-minute time allowed for all five games was another big risk. Except for worrying about your teammates doing well, you also had to do well and accomplish the task in half a minute to guarantee at least one-fifth of the team's success.

The pink guards began linking the feet of the first two teams, securing each with a lock.

“I don’t like this,” you voiced a little too loudly.

“You’ve always hated working in teams,” your father commented.

“Well, it’s better than relying on others.”

“But you don’t get to blame anyone else when everything fails.”

“That’s right,” you sipped on your water. “Sounds better to me.” 

With the gunshot as cue, the first round began. You’ve figured out the two teams won't make it the moment the 2-minute mark hits. Your father was too engrossed in watching the reaction on the players’ faces. It felt wrong to join him with the same enthusiasm, especially since the camera has a special way of focusing on the players’ faces in a way that they seemed to be looking at you. As if you’re involved in the game, as if holding your attention was vital to their chances, as if you would help them.

I wish, you thought, as the five minutes ended and the lives of ten people followed. I wish I could help Hyun-ju with this. 

Before Hyun-ju's turn, you had to get another glass of water. Your unusually dry throat will kill you before getting to witness her win.

You came back quickly, just in time to see her tying her hair back in a slow, deliberate way. Your eyes traveled to the silky hair framing her face, the soft roundness of her eyes, down to the beautiful shape of her lips. She spoke with her teammates with a determination that only drew your attention closer. As if you’re truly seeing her for the first time, seeing her as Hyun-ju and not just Player 120 with potential. It was easy to picture what her life would be after the games. To see her shopping for fine clothes, cosmetics, and jewelry. To see her polite but firm femininity despite a prejudicial society.

She will win. She had to, you thought. But this time, you weren't thinking about money. 

-

“They're off to a good start,” your father observed after Player 007 passed the Flying Stone in the second hit. “A very composed group.”

You nodded, “They're more composed than I expected.”

The old lady in the middle did fine with the gonggi as well. They have enough time. Just enough to make it through the ribbon and survive.

But it started to go downhill with the fourth player. You noticed right away that she was wrapping the thread the wrong way. Even with your limited childhood outdoors, you’ve seen kids on your street play with the same toy. Observed them curiously from a window.

“The freak’s doing it all wrong,” your father shook his head. “I knew she was bad luck from the start. Shaman, my ass.”

You clutched your seat too tightly, nails digging crescents on the soft armrest. 

What a bitch, you muttered under your breath. When Player 044 burst into one of her crazy shaman hysterics, you were too transfixed on the time being wasted, figuring out what sort of miracle should descend for them to make it out of the first game.

Then, you hear a slap cut across the screen. Then you saw Hyun-ju slap 044, much harder than the first. She picked up the spinning top and said, “If you give up, I’ll kill you before your gods do.”

She thrust the spinning top back to Player 044 and hissed for her to hurry. The crazy shaman was too stunned to speak; she immediately wiped her bleeding nose and came to her senses.

You smiled widely, sipping on your water, and wishing it was wine, “That’s my girl.”

Your father clapped you on the back, cheering along the crowd as they repeated one, two, one, two over and over. 

In the fifth game, only 14 seconds were left. You looked at Hyun-ju’s face and trusted her. Hyun-ju felt so near yet so hopelessly far. Seeing her fight for her life on your screen made you powerless all over again. 

Everyone cheered as the two teams made it to the pink ribbon. Human empathy is truly fascinating. Half of those people won’t make it, but they found relief and energy in the players they are witnessing.

Hyun-ju survived. She survived, and you were proud. Proud of her, proud that your name was written beside her profile in that betting website. Proud that the rest of the VIPs knew she belonged to you. 

She survived two games without your help, but there were four more to go. You grew restless with the knowledge that you’re just another spectator. You’ve run out of wishful thinking that her stamina and composure were enough to survive the rest of the rounds. 

In some way, your intuition managed to creep in among the present relief of her survival, creeping on the surface just to tell you that Hyun-ju would not survive the rest without some sort of intervention. The oracle seemed to have given you a prophecy, a terrible omen which you don’t believe in. It was the sense of reason disguised as something more abstract and shallow.

“Are you going to tell me why you asked me to pack, or is that still a surprise for later?” you asked casually as your father watched. You’re itching to know if you were right.

“Oh, that,” he recalled and pulled out a ticket from his shirt pocket. It’s a ticket for a trip to South Korea. “You can witness all of this live, not just on the screen.”

He smirked and said, “But that's not exactly my gift to you. You'll see it the moment you arrive there.” 

He pointed to the screen and seemed happy with himself. All you had to do was ask a few questions, and he would spill the truth of his surprise gift.

“Won’t you come there with me?” you asked.

He shook his head, “Can’t. It clashed with my schedule at the company. Besides, I think you'll have fun on your own there.”

You smiled. It was one of the rare times your father acknowledged that you weren't a little girl anymore.

“Won’t you give me any hint?” you asked. “I’m not fond of surprises.”

He seemed to consider and lowered the volume of the live video. 

“Remember back when you were 19 and you gave me this elaborate plan for an escape room on my birthday?”

“The Starry Night Rooms?” you chuckled, remembering the imaginative escape room ideas you and your father had bonded over. “It was my favorite back then.”

“Yes, and I liked it very much,” he said, then sighed, as if he was holding himself back for the rest of the information. 

“Did you keep my drawings?” you asked curiously, hoping he'd say yes.

He smiled and said, “Let’s just say, you'll see it again tomorrow.”

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[kurapixel]

uhhhh twitterLOG because i have forgotten to crosspost all of these

bonus tsukumo twins in the butler + maid collab. would you trust the food tehy bring you?

bonus2 moeblob animegirl eating burger takumi for a friend who i was trying to lure into work call .

( you will see what they were talking about soon)

i dont really mind any other interpretation of my works (also think its more fun to let people cook slkdjf) but if anyone wanted notes

(1) was thinking too hard about how takumi stabbed eito in the chest hole at the end of r0 and also eito's "i just couldn't help myself"... i just think he was so absolutely delighted for takumi to finally see him and not just his mask after masking for the entirety of the run...

(2) i wanted takumi to just grab eito's tongue tbh, so the scenario that i cooked in my head is: takuei where they're about to get sexy but eito tries to start monologuing and takumi thinks eito would enjoy kissing too much atp in their relationship so he grabs his tongue to shut him up (fond/exasperated "enough, you").

eito's capable of holding back vomiting, so I have to wonder: would he vomit because he feels free enough to, or because he's testing takumi--that if takumi can't handle that much he doesn't really care about him? would he vomit On Purpose (i.e. revenge for tonguegrab, whether takumi knows its on purpose or not)? would he hold it back because he thinks he wouldn't get another chance with takumi? (it wasn't meant to fit into any route specifically so imagining the context within any routes is fun...)

completely alternate read courtesy of jun is they're piercing eito's tongue. (though if it happened before the above setting instead it'd give a nice reason why takumi is so fixated on eito's tongue.....)

(3) crop of a piece for ending 011. another one of my pieces that i'm trying to represent an ending with. tried to frame the broken device that held shion as a moon, and was trying to pay careful attention to the color contrast of the full piece. it's a bit of a different rendering style than my usual

(4) crop. takumi's arms are actually tied up with a leash and he's on eito's lap... was originally going to have eito just enjoying having his way with takumi, but i'd thought itd be more fun framing it as eito being mad at someone walking in on them with the lighting + eito's expression

(5) crop of a second scenario piece. since eito's not above manipulating takumi for even innocuous things like asking him to guide him to the cafeteria (and he would manipulate instead of asking outright because he's so so so afraid of rejection), and is also the kind of idiot that overestimates his own ability and doesn't fully plan things out --he was so close to being gangbanged by invaders in r0 after all--i thought he'd manipulate situations so that takumi would do things he wants but he'd also end up in over his head.

in this case, i was thinking hed tell takumi he remembers where some rare materials are during exploration (knowing how they'd have to get there), and they end up crossing a river together, and oooooh takumi you have to help me cross (it ends up being a bit scarier than he anticipated, and combined with the close contact he almost vomits. i'd like to think it finally gets through to takumi just how vulnerable he is and the situation pulls at takumi's savior complex ridden heart. but then again.......... lol) (it probably slips eito's mind because of how shaken he is that they also. have to cross again to get back and he almost definitely vomits the second go around slkdjglksdjg)

(but yeah. thinking about how in 003 you can hear him stumbling around...)

(6) tsukumos! besides the charms, its the only other time i've drawn them. i just thought they were super cute haha

(7) on god its blowing up as of this writeup

[tobiasdrake]

'ellllllooooooooooo!

with all of dragon ball's "endings" now, goku's had a handful of final forms. considering each end to their respective series/story, we've got:

-- super saiyan three

-- super saiyan four (gt)

-- either ultra instinct or super saiyan blue for super (anime, the manga isn't confirmed to be over and thus has no ending. anime is currently not happening. and with the anime, goku can't use ultra instinct in that ending so it's debatable for me whether or not it truly counts as his "final form" for that series. it's equally a signal towards the future.)

-- super saiyan four (daima)

-- and if you want to get cheeky, you could count super saiyan god since there wasn't a story planned after that at the time (as far as i know.)

for goku, as a character, which of these is the best in your opinion? like, which do you think suits where he is as a character in their respective endings best. which fits the peak of his journey. which is most satisfying for goku to end the story with. which do you like best?

For all its imperfections, I think the lack of finality in Super Saiyan 3 makes it the best "ending form" so to speak. It's something Goku created offscreen like Super Saiyan Blue but it's also janky and doesn't work right, and ultimately falters at the eleventh hour.

Rather than the climactic new transformation that will save the day, it's clear that this is a work-in-progress. Goku brought an unfinished prototype to the table and was forced to pay for that mistake.

That's not a vibe that any of the other final forms have. Both versions of Super Saiyan 4 go to the well of Goku suddenly unlocking ancient mystical power deep within himself that will save the day. They're legit just doing Super Saiyan/Super Saiyan 2 again.

The closest is Ultra Instinct, the way he keeps losing control of it.

But Ultra Instinct is something that is being taught to him as an apprentice learner, and that he's struggling to understand. Super Saiyan 3 is something Goku created as the Master of his Art. The Goku that made Super Saiyan 3 is the fully-realized martial arts master that Goku's journey made him, and that is how he should feel at the end of his journey.

This puts Super Saiyan 3 in a very neat position. At once, it stands as a testament to Goku's mastery. It's a form that is uniquely his own and that of his apprentices. Yet, at the same time, its imperfection shows that even as a master, Goku's art still has room to grow and evolve. It's not complete. It will never be complete. There will always be room for improvement.

And that more or less feels perfect as the final statement on Son Goku.

[ultimatehealersusie]

In the Roaring Skip AU, how does Chapter 3 & 4 work now? Will Noelle and Berdly get involved with Tenna? Do they fight a stronger Titan in the Sanctuary? What about the Bunker? The Knight? Whatever’s implied with Asgore? So many pieces are on and off the table now that some key pieces have been shown earlier than expected.

I know at the very least I want the two same dark worlds to appear

I'm really torn about whether or not to include berdly and noelle in TV world honestly? on one hand I think TV world serves as a breather of sorts before things get real, but on the other hand things just GOT real. would berdly and noelle like playing with the others in that space? should they. get little minigame outfits.

If I did bring everyone into the same TV world it would probably be fun gang vs berdly & noelle like theyre two teams on a game show, as an excuse to like, give each some time alone with each other. maybe ralsei has to switch from one team to another so he gets some one on one time getting to know berdly & noelle now that they are directly acknowledging him

and why is everyone there? maybe group sleep over. Because Noelle is locked out of her house + can justify a sleepover at the dreemurs’ house. and Berdly is afraid to walk home in the dark wants to protect Noelle of course!! why would he be afraid of the dark after darkness itself attacked him!! Afraid!? HAHAHA <- needs an easy win that only tenna’s quiz show can provide

why would kris still make the dark world? maybe trying to get the knight plans back on track? idk how they'd lure undyne over... mysterious means.

And then for chapter 4 I think it would be most interesting to either keep it to the main 3 again, bc I’m sure Noelle would completely spoil the Gerson mystery for Susie.

or just include Noelle and not Berdly. Both bc I think Berdly will have gone thru so much character introspection in such a short time that I think he’s going to be physically ill. And ALSO bc I saw an interesting post mentioning how Berdly isn’t anywhere in the prophecy, even tho Noelle is implied to be hidin in there with the whole Susie vs Noelle “the girl” stuff.

Think: Everyone talking abt “well wait where’s Berdly” and ralsei is. Sweating.

I’m not sure how a lot of the extraneous stuff abt the bunker or asgore ect ect fit into the idea bc I can IMAGINE this concept rippling thru future chapters too and I wanna keep myself open to being ok w/the ideas I am forming being malleable bc of that 🫰

[summer-oil]

you know . i keep saying that i’m gonna make a post abt chapter 268 and i probably will as soon as i can get my thoughts in order but ………. i’ve been thinking a lot about the conclusion to sukuna’s and yuji’s relationship . and even though i wish we had more buildup beforehand i do think the ending itself is really really good…. even if sukuna is technically yuji’s uncle, yuji’s soul still represents the soul of the younger brother sukuna ate in the womb, so for yuji to accept sukuna, to not curse him at the very last moment…. it feels very . intentional. like the younger brother is forgiving the older brother for doing what he had to do to survive. sukuna rejects the forgiveness, which makes sense, but i wonder if he felt that way too…. that he was being pitied, forgiven, and loved by the first weakling he devoured……..

idk. they make me insane though

[54625]

Three advantages of fithicalsausage for those who are still unconvinced:

1. It pisses off the specific subgenre of hideduo fans who go in fit's chat and type "but what about pac ☹️" every time fit is his own person

2. It will be WAY harder for people to justify shoving one of them into the "woman" role than it has been for... other ships

3. It's funny as fuck

[kandicon]

*writes the same exact headcannons in slightly different scenarios over and over again*

[lieutenantselnia]

I was thinking of my fankids with Heinz and was like hmm I still need a name for our second one (which is a boy), and I started considering the name Erwin. It's maybe a bit more old-fashioned and not super common but somehow I've always found it kind of cute, but then I remembered that some time ago I've already given him the name Oscar, I literally forgot my own fankid's name🥲

[mxdotpng]

its actually something i think about often which is sad. nobody sees this vision more than i do. or at all actually

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Yeah, no, that's okay, Father Twistmas. I think if he looked at me like that as well I'd also still give him whatever he wanted evern after he ramsacked the entire town and almost ruined the Holiday for everybody .

[tonycries]

FIT CHECK?!

Synopsis. Don’t think you can fit all of him? Funny.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, making him fit, size kínk, length + girth analysis, tummy buIges, marathons, unprotected, cúmplay, matíng presses, GOJO’S POWERS, true form Sukuna, dp, they’re BIG, first times (Choso, Ino), PÚSSYDRÚNK men, p talking, headIocks, creampíes, slight exhìbitionìsm (Nanami), pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Anatomy? Don’t know her…

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8.96 inches x 5.40 inches

“T-Toji how many more mmm- inches left?”

“Two.”

“Oh-”

“Multiply that by three…h-heh.”

And the lips of your slit are all but bawling as Toji clings a palm onto your hips and tugs you down. No hesitation. No apology for the way he’s not even halfway stuffed, yet already stirring your poor insides completely. 

“If ya can’t handle a big stretch then- hah- don’t talk outta her.” One of his roughened thumbs draws a horizontal line across your puffy core, stretchin’ your folds apart just enough to watch the way his wide, massive length was being devoured by you, sluggishly. 

Half-rutting more n’ more while you shrilled out in needy whines, dazedly wondering whether he even can fit-

“Duh, silly girl.” Oh- did you just say that out loud? With a gruff pant, Toji’s slouching down enough that your hamstrings are screaming. Muttering hoarsely, “M’not Toji Fushiguro if I don’t make it fit, doll.”

He was serious. 

Dead serious.

The only goal his overheated mind had been pondering repeatedly ever since you’d insisted that you could take all of his near-nine tonight. 

Big. Staggering. 

Nestled by breeder balls, his length curved deliciously right, covered in swollen veins and gifted with a plump mushroom tip so fat. Because Toji wasn’t just as red as a strawberry at his crown - he was just as swollen, too- turning into a pretty tannish gradient where his base was kissing your outer pussy. 

And taking his five-inch width was already challenging, but now all he wanted to do was fold you with his beefy arms into the meanest mating press and bump his blushing cockhead against your entrance again and again and again until-

Fuck, it was such a tight fit. 

A stiff set of fingers tilts your chin, snapping you out of your cockdrunk state. “C’mon, girl- no time to tap out. Spread those legs wiiide open n’ take it for me.” 

“L-like this?” You’re whimpering, the sweat coating your fingerpads making them slip and slide underneath the flesh of your thighs. You could be holding yourself as far open as possible and it still wouldn’t be enough for Toji.

“Hmmm, almost.” He’s tittering, dark bangs tickling your forehead when your boyfriend leans dangerously in. He was so big - so muscular. 

So strong that it only takes a single split-second for him to manhandle your trembly legs up n’ over his shoulder, interlocking your ankles behind his damp neck with a singular hand. At his mercy. 

And then Toji’s pushing and pushing with his inhuman reflexes until your ass is damn near hovering off of the silky sheets, cock furiously hot and tugging on the softness of your hole with each pounding throb. 

Hissing, “Aaaatta girl. Now, ya can fit it.”

Slipping one of his particularly proud veins past your inner ring of muscle and slithering it along your ridged sweet spots. “Now you can.” There’s an airy tone to Toji’s voice- almost…gone. Almost higher pitched and cracking as he starts up a vulgar tempo that makes your bedsprings ricket, “Now. Now.”

Toji’s just so damn lengthy that you swear you can almost feel him in your lungs. The globed curve of his tip swabbing past your pussylips and pressin’ deep into every nook and cranny-

“Oh p-please!” Your voice warbles, hips restlessly bucking off of the mattress. Grabbing onto the firm curves of his pecs, making you feel every rippling flex. “So big- so big so big s-so-”

And Toji tuts - tuts, half-lidded jade eyes rolling as he digs his capped knee into the side of your waist to hold you still. Leaning his weight down until you feel the bulge of his v-line scrape your pelvis, “S’all you hafta say?” He tilts his head, a slick line of drool beginning to trickle from the edge of his scarred lips, “M’only…”

Then he’s rovering his rude right hand - callused, somewhat trembling at the heat of your dripping pussy - over your tummy and pressing down, down, down. 

Till the crowned edge of his thumb tap-tap-taps over where you could feel the outline of his spherical mushroom tip lining your walls, about halfway down your front. “-here.”

“S-still?” Breathless, the only thing your mind knows to do now is lurch off of your cushy pillows, slobbering down your chin in a thin glaze at how much he was giving another thrust and splitting you apart. 

“Keh- whaddaya mean ‘still’?” With yet another roll of his eyes, Toji’s rudely slapping your teary cunt with the velvety underside of his shaft, rubbing his dark happy trail all raw on the top of your neglected clit just to hear you whine. “Open those haaaah- pretty fucking legs, lemme fit- just f-four more inches.”

And if you were in any better state of mind you’d be marvelling about the way simply squeezing your gooey wet walls made the infamous, big bad Toji Fushiguro crack. Stutter. 

Gasping, “Take it- come back.” The vice-like hand still restraining your legs drags you down where the recoil of his hips was starting to push against you. Skin reddening near his tufts of unruly black, he titters. “Come back and take it- come back n’ lemme fill you all up- just a few more.”

“A few?” Mewling, his rugged palm racks up the pressure to feel him thick, pummeling cock sliiiide slimily all the way in. “Please-”

“Three- three inches more.” You shiver once the textured ends of his tongue flop outwards and lick up your salty tears, humming like they were the sweetest candy on his tastebuds. “Say it w’me now. Threeee more.”

“Th-three-” Sluuurp goes the way his fat fucking shaft nestles in, wide enough that it rubs against your tiniest fragile orifices. 

“Louder.”

“Three.”

Grunting, Toji’s hiking up his own meaty thighs so that he can arch his sculptured spine further. “Two now.” Words slightly tinging on pussydrunken laughter like he was in disbelief. Sure, you’ve taken him before but never this deep. And the stretch made you so wet that your ass cheeks were sticking to the skin of his v-line like adhesive- “Two- two more n’ we already hafta fuuuuck- change the sheets.”

The knobbled thumb of his right hand reaches down until he’s pryin’ apart your swollen folds with a resounding squelch! Almost knuckle-deep- bucking- just to fit inside. 

“Fuck- two- two!”

Toji blinks like his hazed brain cells had nearly forgotten your conversation just before, nearly as stupefied as you - your eyes whirling cartoonishly, mouth sticky with spit. You feel the friction of his coral pink divot just graze your cervix and it’s incredible.

“One.”

“One- o-one!” 

Then there’s the loudest, rawest, most sinful plop! as Toji finally - finally - bottoms out. Stuffed snugly and sensually from the fringe of his pre-glazed tip to the circumference of his hilt. 

You’re watching through partially-opened eyes in awe, wondering just how he managed to fit inside. Toji was just so damn big that every pulse of his winding veins was making your cunt quiver, girthy enough that your pussylips were stretched out until they were bulging. 

“Heh- keep your eyes open, doll.” He’s gruffing out from above, finally catching his breath. Pushing down on that cute tummy bulge to remind you that he might’ve talked you through it - but this was still Toji. “The fun’s just getting started.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 10.45 inches x 4.82 inches

Nanami Kento wasn’t just big - he was big. 

The tallest tan length patterned with slight veins, and a wide girth that made your eyes roll back stupidly. He was all topped with a neat mushroom tip that spanks down on your slivery slit and makes you drool. 

Cocktip blushing a shy, pale pink as he streams out a helping of cute pre, grunting from the depths of his hoarse chest. “Shhh, my love. S’only the tip.”

“B-but you’re still so big, Kento.” You’re whining, fingers trembling where you were digging them helplessly onto the sides of his broad shoulders. And you couldn’t even make as much whiny noise as you wanted to because-

“Mr. Nanami, are the documents for the upcoming proposal okay? ”

Speaking into an ongoing early morning meeting on his phone, “I’ve approved them.” You can’t help the way the firm authority in Nanami’s deep bass makes your cunt grow wetter, biting back a moan as you straddle him in his home office chair. “Tell- hah! tell the team all’s well.”

“Thank you- and pardon me, but you sound a little…”

Instantly, Nanami latches a hand to grope your ass cheeks like he didn’t know whether he wants to pull you away or finally put himself out of this damn agony and bottom out. 

Coughing softly, “I-I’m quite alright.”

He was anything but. 

Your husband’s demeanor was caring - hastily muting himself on the call - but his cock was so mean. And that smug lil’ clench of your sopping walls gets you immediately punished with a rapid thrust. 

“Fuh-fuuuuck! Ken—-”

“Talking so loud, darling.” Nanami purrs, forehead sticking to yours. And he runs his frigid wedding band across your clit to listen to the sweet way your pussy sings out a sluuuurp, “N’ so is she.”

Impatiently rutting your hips up n’ down, up n’ down, up n’ down until your pussy coats his shaft with goopy slick at the halfway mark. “Because I want…”

“Aww- feeling left out? D’you want me to finger you, hm?” Swirling his doughy fingerpad in circles that make your gummy cunt spark with white-hot bliss. Snagging just to the side of your softened walls so that he can try and make them bruise.

“J-just a bit- but-”

And he’s just so eager that you can feel his throbbing shaft pound against the roof of your heated core, four-inch girth so fat that gravity was making every bounce of yours lazily choke down his size. “Mhmm– anything- ngh. Anything for you, my wife.”

“I want more–” Your glossy lower lip juts out in a pout and you almost miss the way those very words make your gentle giant of a husband flinch. It makes him pant. 

It makes him look up at you with eyes that are crazed- breathing out in such a strained way, “M-more.”

Nanami Kento’s voice cracks. 

And you can only nod, “More. All of it.”

“All…” Maybe a minute passed, maybe an hour, maybe an eon- before Nanami tugs on the silky yellow of his tie and groans at the tightness. “Brace yourself, my love- this is gonna sting a little.”

Before you can even bat your teary lashes, Nanami has one arm tucked underneath your slick-sheened inner thigh, one more centimeter of his solid length shoveled deep. And one finger dancing over that ‘mute’ button on his phone, “So- what was that about meeting plans?”

“Kento, don’t you dare- oh!”

Only to shut you up with a sensual kiss of his weepy orifice down your pussy, he’s vulgarly stretching out your walls until your legs quake. 

Sturdy office chair creaking at the force of his hips, his eyes are narrowed and predatory as he watches the way your tight hole expands all ‘round his glistening cock. Your elastic entrance bumpin’ into each one of his veiny inches.

Hypnotized. Sounding as dazed as ever as he speaks into the other end of the phone, “Huh? Oh, that- just my dear wife bringing me…” Nanami stares you dead into your adorable heart-eyes as he tucks his fat thumb past your pussylips and drenches himself. Just enough to pop! into his stern mouth- “-breakfast.”

“S-so mean.” You’ve never seen your husband talk like this, and you’ve never taken his long, ten-inch cock without hours n’ hours of preparation.

But right now, more than anything, you were…hungry.

And slobber drips down the edge of your chin when you throw your head back and impale yourself deeper on his cock. Shrilly whimpering, “Don’t know if I can-”

“Of course you can.” He interrupts in a booming voice, and for a second you don’t know whether he’s talking to you or his coworker on the phone. Only realizing once, with a hasty apology- “My wife needs ah- help with something.” Nanami’s tugging your bitten lips apart and poking his fingers inside. 

Making you suck. Making you bite.

“A real gentleman- aren’t you, Mr. Nanami?”

“Mhm- gotta help out the hah- lady whenever I can.” He’s cooing at you. Phone now balanced comfily between his shoulder and his ear, Nanami’s tilting his head and boring down at you with such a sleazy, drunken grin. “Fuckin’ loooove helping my wife- oh, excuse my language.” 

Oh god, he was getting so drunk. Tugging on your clit with one hand, and the other was holding you rigidly still so you can’t escape while he was sliiiiiding his cock inside with a sloppy drag. 

Your teary eyes wandering to the back of your head, “W-will it-”

“It will.” Caressing the rovering ends of his two digits until you make the cutest gagging noises, he recites underneath his breath. “It has to.” Muted. Just for you to hear. “Inhale slowly- through your nose. Relax that pretty pussy f’me.” 

“L-like this?”

“Slower.” Hiking a meaty thigh up once you sloppily follow along, “Keep your chest still- relax.” He hisses as the globes of your ass start to kiss his toned lap, damn near eleven plump inches being tunneled into you. “Exhale slowly. Again.” Head snapping between your half-lidded expression and below, “Again. Take it- fuck fuck fuck- take it.”

Curving the slightly left-leaning point of his tip to slither across your walls and skim your g-spot, and you can’t even move- you can’t even thrash around like you wanted to because Nanami’s pinning you down. 

“Yeah- yeah m’here. I’m here and- and sooo fucking hard for you.” He’s swearing underneath his breath once he hits the back of your dewy pussy with a pap! of his large, swollen balls. “And so- fucking- big.” 

When Nanami bottoms out it’s with a precise strike to your spongy cervix, so hard that your very bones seem to rattle upon impact. 

And fuck- was it just as powerful for Nanami who holds his shaken breath and slouches till his glasses almost slide cleanly off, and stares at the bulging folds of your pussy all webbed with his pre, and doesn’t even realize that the phonecall had unmuted-

“Now now…” Higuruma’s raspy voice sounds out on speaker phone. “How about you n’ your lovely wife get this meeting on video call, Nanami? Maybe I can ah- help, too.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 9.18 inches x 4.58 inches

Thwack! The glittery ends of Geto’s long, pale fingers are just drenched in all your sap and slick and he doesn’t think he’s ever smiled harder. 

Tutting, with his head bent just low enough that his inky, curtaining locks trace your arched spine. “Yeahhh- she’s not fucking fittin’ me again- heh.” Snickering once just the slightest gyration of his bulging tip sends a torrent of cum from before dripping out of your pussy, “She agrees with me, too, gorgeous.”

“I feel so full.” You’re whining as your leader simply pulls you back and pliably rests a foot on your head. Geto Suguru already had you for hours, yet he wasn’t letting you go for a looong time.

And he wasn’t going anywhere without his reddened, gleaming tip emptying out yet another wave of milky precum inside of you. Watching as the sleek white coating glosses over your pussylips- his hazy gaze snaps from your cunt. To you. And back- “On second thought…”

“O-ohhh my god- ngh-”

“-why don’tcha take all of me again?”

You can’t help the way that your arms claw on the damp futon and try to drag your trembling body forwards - because Geto was just so big and trying to push himself deeper. 

He was just as pretty as his long, flushed pink cock was. Balls delicate, shaft road and wide- with a singular strawberry pink vein that mazed along so sinfully. 

You’re feeling the tender slit underneath his sparkly tip rub your insides raw. A few more solid inches of him throbbing behind, aching to just push you down and stuff you-

But he was feeling nice today. 

“Ah ah- no running.” You damn near scream once he’s saddling the curves of his toned thighs behind your own, snug n’ warm. It’d almost be gentle if it wasn’t for the way that Geto was pinning you down to keep your restless hips in place, “Look at you drool. You’re already crying f’me from both ends?”

So cute- it was just too cute how you’re slurring from your hole just as much as your ajar maw. 

And with another repeated swat to your teary slope, Geto tucks his bulbous head in place with your g-spot and watches you whine. Grunting, “Heh- wonder how much of a messy girl she’ll ngh- become when I put- my-” Vulgarly thrusting, so messy. “-entire cock in. Wouldn’t that be niiiice, gorgeous?”

He’s asking you questions that right now you were too fucked stupid to answer. Only able to nod and nod into the goopy puddle of spit you were leaking onto your pillow, “Yes- y-yeshh-”

“‘Yesh?’” 

“I-I mean-”

Smoothly drifting a hand between your legs to squeeze your perky clit and make you let off a breathy cry. “Shhh- no need to waste your time hah- talking.” He’s immediately bringing up those very same cum-covered fingers to plop into your mouth, wetly, “Mmmm- tastes good, huh? Now you’re both stuffed.”

The flavor of salted caramel bursts onto your tastebuds and makes your folds quiver, stubbornly milking out even more of his creamy syrup. Clenching. Squeezing. 

“Oh fuh-fuck.”

Your eyes snap open, words all groggy and muffled through his roaming fingerpads inside of your mouth. “Sugu, did you just-”

Pushing his foot deeper- “No- shut up.” Geto didn’t even know why his suave voice was shaking so much, he doesn’t even know why he underestimated just how needy his girl could get. Because when he wanted to fit his entire swollen, pumping cock in- it was a half-joke. Really. “M’okay- t-tooootally okay.”

He didn’t think your thoroughly filled, sploshing pussy would still be craving for his touch oh-so-deep inside. And he’s watching - spellbound, breathless - down at the way your pried-apart pussylips drool once you’re grinding down to devour his 4.5-inch width some more. 

And Geto wasn’t a small guy - he was fucking big. Well over nine inches and pulsing from the sides with his prominent veins that scraped your slick insides just right, “Dity fuckin’ girl. If this tight hole hngh- wants it then just say it.”

“Wan’ it– please mmm m’so close.”

“Mhm- just like that.” Nodding along, and for a second Geto himself doesn’t know whether he’s talking to those pretty wailing whimpers of yours or of your pussy. Biting back wads of greedy saliva at the slurps sounding from below, “Tell me- tell me. S’not like th-this tight fucking cunt is affecting me like that. Not like I’m dying to…thrust.”

Mindless, half-measured bucks that wildly probe into your deepest, most tender spots. He’s even letting his free hand toy with the pearly droplets of syrup seeping out of you just to make space. 

And Geto just keeps babbling on- “Not like I wanna always ngh- bend you over and ruin this pretty pussy.” He feels you getting wetter and in response pokes his muffling fingers into your hot mouth further- almost dragging you backwards after each recoil. “Not like I wanna fuck this hole until she’s all bruised f’me- fuck! She’s actually taking me.” Eyes wild, hips wilder. “She’s actually fitting me.”

“P-please! You’re in shoooo deep, Suguru- I’m gonna-” At this point you think you could feel him pushing his previous scorching, gluey webs of cum straight up to your throat. 

And you could feel yourself cum.

White-hot, toes curling, eyes darting all the way to the back of your head until Geto could only hiss at the snug embrace of your pussy keeping him hostage. Fighting against the slight resistance-

“Not deep enough.”

Just in time, he snaps his feet off of your clammy scalp - for just a split-second, letting all the pounding blood rise to your head - before gathering you up in a raw, lecherous headlock. Tightening your throat with his beefy arm, you drool all over his forearm at the feeling of those natural muscles. 

“Not like I always want you to fit- hah- aaall of it, gorgeous.” With a hot pant all feverish against your ear, and the sound of Geto’s baritone cracking, he’s snapping his hips so hard that he bottoms out.

You cry out at the tingles of your orgasm still coursing through your veins, completely at his mercy. “B-but you already ngh- did.”

“Oh…” Taking one look down at the way the globes of your ass were all nestled up to his raven happy trail, Geto gasps. Feverish. “Maybe I do.”

You were full. 

So full that your soft, battered walls barely even had the space to clamp down once Geto swiftly turns the two of you over onto your backs in one, fluid motion. Easily dragging your boneless limbs into a full nelson-

“I-it’s actually in.” He stutters - stutters. Amethyst eyes widening, mouth sagging into a pretty oh! “All the way in- she actually fucking fit all of it, gorgeous.”

Thighs still twitching from your high, you slur, “N-ngh dunno if I’d be able to fit any more—”

“Awww.” Swiping away that bubble of spittle formulating at the edge of your lips, Geto thrusts his hips up so hard that your vision cracks with stars. Low, smooth in your ear- “But maybe you’ll fit my tentacle curse, gorgeous—”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 8.30 inches x 3.99 inches

“O-oh!” You’re squeaking out in a way you’d certainly be embarrassed about if it was any moment but now. Head snapping down to where you were straddling Choso’s slim hips, “You just got even bigger, Cho—”

Fuck- fuck, why did you have to say it like that?

Because of course, that was going to make Choso Kamo’s ancient cursed powers go out of control all over again. Of course, every ounce of blood in his body was going to rush to his long, blushing cock - now more than rock-hard.

And Choso was already massively big. 

Well over eight inches and throbbing furiously, his mushroomy tip always blushed the prettiest cherry-red. A few aching curves of his veins pressing down your puffy outer pussy, and his width was just perfect - not too wide, not too thin. Slipping n’ sliding inside, letting the geysering hole on top of his shaft dollop your cunt with creamy pre. 

But his first time with you raw? Actually feeling the gushing waves of your slick splashin’ down his veiny cock had him rabid. Gasping, “Am I really that…big, baby?”

“Hmm—” Quite frankly you weren’t sure, and you were too damn stupid on the stretch of his prolonged cock to even think. Leaning down teasingly, “It’s very big, Choso.”

“B-but not too big, right?”

Cute bubblegum lips wobbling, Choso wraps his toned arms around your hips and gets you to grind out a pummeling bounce. Letting the globular curve of it whack against your dewy wet walls and watching as you drool, “You can fit it, right? Right?”

Your cunt lets off a resounding squeeelch as you start giving in to his tempo and gyrating your own. And Choso’s staggering length meant that he was gluing his scorching hot crown to your deepest insides without even trying. 

You’re pretending to think, “Hmmmm, I dunno—”

“N-no-” He’s hiccuping, chestnut lashes starting to gleam with tears. “Nononono- you don’t hafta do any of the ngh- work, baby— I’ll make it fit.”

So panicked. So sloppy that each one of his rugged trusts was hitting every nook and cranny of your dripping pussy, once near the splotchy area of your g-spot, another near the roof of your cunt. Mazing down the tip-top of his pink shaft like a spotlight. 

“Will you–?” You purr, “Promise?”

“Promise- promise promise.” And his hands rest upon either side of your waist to keep pulling you up n’ down with his inhuman strength. Softly whining when that meant he didn’t have a hand left to pull your face into a kiss- you give him one anyway.

The plush, puckered contact of your lips was enough to make him jolt like he’d just been electrified. Choso groans into your mouth and furrows his brows in desperation, “I-is it fitting, baby?”

And one look- one look is enough for him to throw his head back into the silken pillowcase with his dark eyes whirling. Dizzy. Hypnotized. Just covered in cursed energy that makes him pulse bigger-

“It is-”

“Mhm– it is.”

“Look. She’s actually taking in all of me–!” All of him, Choso doesn’t think he’s ever let his fat cock roam this far into your innards before. Chin hitting his pecs in haste to take a further look, “She’s really sucking me up and ah- I’m not ngh- ungrateful, baby, but…I she neeeeed her to take it…all.”

He’s blushing and red-hot by the time he’s admitting this out loud.

By now there’s only a few more of his solid inches left, and you’re leaning behind you to grab a fistful of his tight balls- oh-so-sensitive. Rolling the mountains of his palm over where he was most delicate, “All, huh?”

Who knew that would only make your sweet, ruined boyfriend arch his toned hips and rut- “Yes-” The planes of his cheeks fluttering with beaded tears, “”Yes, please- don’t close out.” 

And just having you clench around him was keeping him shackled to your pert, pretty pussy. Urgently slamming his toned v-line up into yours in an attempt to keep bullying himself inside, he’d never felt this before- having you squeeze him snugly like this. The moment you start pushing him with your velvety slick walls made him only hold you close and push and push and push–

“D-don’t close this pretty pussy-” His free hand tugs on the sappy ends of your outer pussy, tuggin’ just so that his veiny cock finds its way inside. Pouting, he lets his reverse cursed energy run wiiild- “Let me put…it in…”

With your fingers carnally itching the skin of his ball sack, you hum—“You are, baby—”

“Heh- y-you called me baby.” He’s giggling to himself, the apples of his cheekbones turning bright red. He’s mesmerized - he’s dazed at the slight figure-eights you’re drawing out with your hips to fit him inside. And the moment the fat of your ass cheeks hits his hip bones with a loud slap! oh- “You…inside.”

Inside.

Inside.

And he’s cumming just as far deep, too. 

The moment he’s all bottomed out, Choso’s voice hitches with a cracked whine once he’s spurting out a steady jetstream of syrupy white. Letting the honeyed droplets of it cling onto the sides of your goopy cunt- and he’s so embarrassed.

Fuck, he’s so embarrassed at the fact that he’s cumming so early.

But he can’t stop that primal urge within him that keeps bouncing his capped knees, sticking the globes of your ass against his meaty thighs with a layer of sheeny cum. You’d really, really managed to fit all of him - all his hot, ridged inches that tugged on the sides of your damp walls. Hitting your cervix dead-on.

“You took all of it-” He’s breathing out, raspy. Scalding hot seed dripping down your slit and rubbing all over your clit, “All- all. So this is what it feels like, I’m really inside, I’m really ngh- fucking you all the way.”

“Y-yes you are.” You have to fight to answer, the thrash of his split-ended shaft scouring across your walls until you were speechless. Mouth watering. Vision flashing. You brush your fingers through the strands of his bangs, “Happy, Cho?”

Purring up at you, “Of course, baby— B-but now that I’m inside can we try…” Half-lidded eyes almost trying to look away, almost shy. But the way he gives you a thrust to slosh around his stringy wads of cum says otherwise, “-a mating press?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 13.3 inches x 6.04 inches (each)

“K-Kuna—”

“B-b-brat.” It’s just so cute how that snarling grin he gives you is enough to make you bristle, as if you weren’t all sprawled out on the King’s lap and speared by one of his fat, thirteen-inch cocks. Both of his smug mouths snickering your way, “What? Whining n’ crying for two when ya can’t even take one. Humans always are so ambitious.”

And you? You were more than ambitious.

You’re just downright stuffed with the plump, honed crown of one of Sukuna’s lengths that it was stirring up whatever’s left of your brain cells. The weepy orifice of his tip swirlin’ a ribbon of milky pre as you squirm, and for the first time, you wanted more. “I wanna take both but I dunno if it’ll fit, Kuna.”

“Awww, my poor baby doesn’t know if it’ll heh- fit?” He’s cooing at you mockingly from above, one of Sukuna’s four hands nestling at your hips to give you a lil’ bounce. “Then I guess as king I hafta help with that, hm?”

“Yes- yes please-”

“Ah ah- but first…a kiss.”

Almost shocked at the plump pucker of his fanged lips, you slouch over where you were straddling his muscular waist. Him, all sprawled out on his gilded throne- and you, struggling to plant a kiss.

“There-” You murmur against his warm lips, a pout adjusting on your gaping maw as you wait expectantly. 

But he only grins, knees hiking up to swat your ass with repeated grinds. “And here, too. Kiss me proper now.”

There.

He doesn’t even have to wait for the lecherous request to register inside your melty mind before his impatient, monstrous second mouth is unhinging ajar and saaaalivating all across your teary slit. The curled tendril of his pink tongue was just tickling where your hole was bulged, “Keh- humans are so easily embarrassed.” Two of his beefy arms glue to your sheeny inner thighs and streeetch you wide open, “Open up for ‘Kuna’, brat.”

Twisting your head down to watch- you don’t even know what your glassy eyes search for first.

The way that second, matching hard cock of his was bobbing with desperation or the way that his cursed mouth was greedy and salivating with every flick up the front of your hot core. Drooling, spitting, lapping up ounces of sap like it was sugar water- 

“Ya can take that-” Another fat splosh of spittle, disappearing between your pussylips. “-ya can take me then.”

“Want it- want-” Huffing stubbornly, “Can handle both I ngh- promise.”

How cute…

Sukuna really can’t stop the way he departs a darkened bout of laughter, head tilted. “Why don’tcha suck this one up for me and ngh- prove it then.” And before you know it, he’s clawing his last hand down on your sweaty scalp and pushing down, down, down– “Bottoms up- or, more like bottom out.”

Fuck- you weren’t even given the split-second to snap at him for his silly lil’ joke at your expense, because the sheer stretch just had you so damn delirious. 

And claiming that Sukuna was big was an understatement - well above thirteen inches, each. Both of his long, vertically-stacked cocks were so swollen and ready to be inside of you that they looked like they were about to explode. 

Right from the slightly red edge of his bulging tips, to the circumference of his bases, all covered with a spattering of pink veins. Massive- and so was his pair of hard, tannish breeder balls, twitching with your every movement. 

He was only about halfway in and the sleek ribbons of Sukuna’s precum were already hitting your thighs in splashes-

“Oi oi- don’t tell me yer too cockdrunk now.” His hips shift as he starts up a vulgar pace, hitting the back of your cervix with his pointed crownhead and he still wasn’t bottomed out. You wouldn’t be surprised if he would be hitting your damn throat soon. Grunting, “Take it. C’mon, little human.”

Sukuna was so wide that just a singular one of his girths had your mouth falling into the same ogling oh! “I-I am.”

“Heeeeh? How cute.” Darkish nails leave tiny bruises along your waist, lightly angling your tempo so that the zig-zagged line of one of his prominent veins hits your most favorite spots. “Faster now.”

Harder. Sloppier. 

And you almost can’t, just so heady and stupid on the thump-thump-thump of his rounded globe squishing up your insides. So he can only lean backwards sexily and buck his waist further-

“Faster, brat, if you want mmm- both my cocks.”

Thighs trembling, lips wobbly, “B-but…”

“Aw, guess you forgot-” Mockingly, Sukuna’s stern lips fall into a tiny pout. And in the blink of an eye, where the edge of his tastebuds were slimily running down your folds, he’d suddenly replaced it with the smooth fringe of his second cock. “Seeee?” Rubbin’ it up n’ down in a way that was so sultry, “Wanna taste?”

Soon enough, you’re slobbering all down the cushions of his pecs. The utter raw stretch of it too much that his tensed front was covered in a shiny lacquer of your saliva, “I-I want…both.”

Ah, he’d never fucking admit it, but it was so endearing how hungry you were for his cocks. “Course ya do- you can take it.” The only thing driveling and greedier than you was that pretty pussy, “Faster.”

Just a few inches- just a few more inches more that Sukuna was helping you devour. 

Well- teasing, “Harder, unless you don’t wan’ me ngh- hitting- here-” The sharp points of his fingernails tickle your tummy, right where the bumpy cylinder of his bulge was whacking. Right above your cervix. Your womb. “Twice.”

“Ohhh- mmm- ngh, there, Kuna.”

“God, she loves it like this, huh?” And it seems like both him and his other mouth cackle. Twin cock diamond-hard now, and just starting to snugly fit and inch in with a sluuuurp. “Can feel- hah- feel your womb, she’s begging for my seed, brat. Twice.”

You’re sobbing at this point, and his shiny tastebuds were lapping your tears up like candy. “Twice- p-please twice.”

Twice. 

Twice twice twice- and it was driving Sukuna fucking wiiiild. The clench of your squirming thighs pushing his rummaging shafts together was insane, and that’s exactly what he blames for the way he grumbles out drunkenly- “Wanna give me an heir that badly- do you?”

“I-I do.”

Talking out of your cunt, for sure. Talking out of your oversatured mind, obviously. 

But fuck- Ryomen Sukuna can’t stop himself from blurting out a low- “I love you.” And then a hissed pant of your name as he jumbles up your memory of that little confession with the entrance of his second cock, as well. 

Dually splitting you open, you were so impaled on his throbbing girths that you almost miss the way he grins- “And now…” Slapping your slippery slit with the silken underside of his tongue, “S’my turn to have some fun.”

The way he whimpers.

♡ INO TAKUMA - 7.69 inches x 4.50 inches

“Big stretch- can you say that f’me, pretty? Biiig stretch?”

It was just so cute how your boyfriend’s cheeks were all innocent pink while he whispered the dirtiest questions in your ear. Rosy lips wobbling at just the sound of your pretty voice, “Mmm– it’s a very biiig stretch, Taku.”

“Well…n-not that big.” He can’t help but stutter out shyly, fighting the urge to dig his fingers into the strands of his chestnut bangs and pull down his ski mask still on. Hastily rutting, “You can still ngh- fit all of it, right, sweetness? Please?”

And shit- Ino might be the sweetest, but his cock was built so fucking mean.

He was a long seven inches and more, with two throbbing veins that ran down the side of his shaft and carved right along the tender spots of your walls. All flushed the same cherry-pink that his clammy, blushing cheeks were. And so fucking fat that your puffy core was having trouble keeping up with the rub-a-dub of his girth. 

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth while he’s planting half-ruts and grinds just to fit himself inside-

“Sweetness?”

“O-ohhh ngh-” You’re snapped back into your lewd reality the moment Ino’s impatiently dragging down your body with a hand at your throat. Dangerous. With the pierced edge of his mushroomy tip - that cold, sinful Prince Albert’s piercing - whacking your g-spot with a wet plop! “So good- so big, fuck!”

And maybe it was a blessing in disguise that the useless lil’ rubber of your condom had snagged the moment his pierced cockhead caught on it. 

Because right now your gushing wet cunt was clenching around him to hold him hostage, and it was rendering Ino so damn pussydrunk that he was drooling. “M-maybe it’ll be easier in missionary, pretty-”

Times like this, you’re reminded just how much training your boyfriend has undergone. Because- before you know it- before you can even blink, Ino has his hands flying to bend your trembling thighs ‘round his slender waist. 

Pliably pushed up until the caps of your knees hit your tits, until your scalp’s throwing back with a keen–“Mmm- feel so good- keep going, Taku–”

“Keep going.” He’s whispering to himself, eyes wide and barely blinking like he’s not even sure whether or not this was one of his wettest dreams. Here he had you all sprawled out and raw, letting off the cutest syrupy squelch! the moment he positions his bulging cockhead deeper and gives a little rut. “Keep- keep going.”

Whimpering, soon enough he can’t even handle the way that every driving force of his hips leaves your poor body recoiling. 

Can’t handle the graze of your warm, wet walls making him feel like he was pulling out - the last thing he ever fucking wanted to do - and so he has to tighten his restraint on your neck and draaaag you back down after every jackammer just to keep himself sane. 

“See? See?” His rugged whisper scorches your ear, Ino’s eyes half-lidded and wild. He squeezes your throat and snaps his hips down until the pale skin of his pelvis turns red, “S’not that big- nghhh, I can fit. C-can tooootally fit.”

Smugly batting your lashes- you were ruining him. “Yeah? Almost there?”

“Just like three or four more inches-” He groans, taking a sneaking glimpse at the rubbery resistance downwards. And his balls were delicate and flinching sensitively at every contact with your skin, “Just gotta get through this- ngh- tight fucking hole. That way I’ll fit.”

“And if you don-”

Cutting you off in panic, “Don’t even say s-such a haaah- thing.” He’s brushing his knobbly thumb along the base of your treacly pussy and watching in amazement as you open up even deeper for him with a sluuuurp. The excited throb of his shaft digging just against your most tender geysering orifices-

Ino’s making such a mess, such slippery wads of slick streaming between your folds and glistening in a ring across his base. He almost wants to pull down his dark black ski mask just so he won’t cum from the sight. 

Harder, sloppier. 

Not only was his cock pretty, it was so thick and probin’ along your every wet-sheened ridge and crevice. Making you scream just as much as your pussy was giving off slurping squelches!

You’re clawing down the veined expanse of his forearms, “S-so rough, Taku-”

“Oh- sorr-”

“I love it.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

That was more than enough for him, and before you know it - before even he knows it - he’s bucking with a mindless half-thrust that lets him bottom out. Rapid. Hard. Feral. That lets him cum. 

Letting him crater the door to your womb with his orbed piercing, with a wide circular circumference that bruises you in while he stuffs you with white syrup.

The creamiest webs of seed overspill, and Ino can’t do anything but gape as his free hand moves before his mind to rover his fingers across your glossy entrance and push those hot springs in-

“Fuck- fuck. And I love you-” Setting your rapidly pulsing neck free to haul his eyesight partially closed by his mask. “This is what it feels like- this? H-how can it feel so…”

And you don’t even know how you manage to speak beyond the sparking fuzziness filling up your brain at the splosh of cum coating your innards like a glaze. Dripping just down the sides of your gluey-stuck thighs, “Awww- shy, Taku?”

He doesn’t answer- but his hips do all the talking.

Fucking the knots of cum in with rough, rugged drives that drench his tawny happy trial, Ino whimpers once you’re tugging his mask up and forcing him to look at you in all your fucked-out glory. Shit- so perfect n’ pretty that some primal part of him just has to mess it up by pulling out just the slightest few solid inches. 

Creaming out opaque white layers upon layers of sap, Ino lets his pinkish shaft slap-slap-slap down on the puddle and hums. Eyes drunk, skin flushed, big fucking cock oh-so-painfully hard. And if he dares to let his plummy mushroom tip pull out and write out a cursive white T-A-K-U, well—“S-so…am I getting pregnant or are you, sweetness?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - 11.02 inches x 4.28 inches

“You’ve got it, you’ve ngh- got it-”

“Fuh-fuuuck, Satoru. But it’s so big-”

“You’ve got it.”

It’s been the exact same thing being repeated in panting moans over and over into the side of your ear. And Gojo can’t fucking stop that strained, broken mantra from leaving his lips every time he’s pushing you deeper into this mating press, and his cock deeper into you.

Fuck- you should’ve expected that the strongest would have a fat fucking length to match. 

The only thing ruder than the way he was constantly pounding you into the soft, silken sheets was his size. Over eleven inches, according to him, the edge of his rose-red cocktip brushes all the way near your spongy cervix without even trying.

And he was oh-so-pretty, like every delicate vein running down the middle of his pinkish shaft was hand-carved to hit your every sweet spot. 

Ridged, lightning bolted texture of his shaft making you see stars- you’re feeling Gojo’s swollen breeder balls brush against your thigh every time he knocks his ringed slit at the gooey roof of your pussy and just simply rubs it there, sensually. 

“Getting sooo fucking wet-” He’s hissing into your open mouth, the tips of his gleaming white canines snagging against your lower lip as he smiles. “H-heh- you got it. You got it. Aaaalmost there, almost-”

“But there’s so much more, ngh- why are you this big?” You’re whimpering, the flats of your feet pushing against Gojo’s shoulders. And fuuuck- does he love the chase. Does he love that feeling of watching your boneless limbs flail when he’s folding you back in half with almost inhuman strength.

The doughy edges of his fingers itching for his black blindfold beside your night stand- “Hey now, sweetheart.” 

And it takes two of your heady breaths - less than two seconds - for Gojo to curl the silky fabric of his blindfold around your ankles. To tie them together and firmly set them on his muscular back, “You wanted to see how the strongest hah- fucks. You’re gonna get it. And…heh-” Your dear boyfriend has the audacity to giggle - giggle downwards at the way his reddened cock was being devoured by your puffy core. “-wouldn’t you wanna take allll of the strongest, sweetheart? Pretty girl? My wife?”

“I get it I- fuck!” Breath catching when he’s hiking his pale thigh up to shovel yet another solid inch inside, pryin’ your bubblegum walls to the side with his bulbous tip. “J-just shut up.”

Who knew that would make him give you the first shred of mercy he’s shown in what felt like hours now. 

Making him falter for a split-second, making him gasp. Making him blush- whispering out something airy, “Th-that almost made me cum.”

And shit- Gojo Satoru could not let himself cum before you did, no matter how much it felt like heaven was between your legs n’ you were just melting all around his size. Before he even knows what he’s doing, he’s letting his gaze coat with a few flickers of cursed energy. 

Six Eyes on full throttle once he splays his massive palm on top of your cute tummy, “I’m still riiiiight-” The edge of his finger sizzles with power as he draws an invisible line, precisely where his blushing red crown was cratering a massive bruise inside of your tight cunt. Grinning, he taps- “-here. Got my fat fuckin’ cock right here.”

Mewling, your knees weaken once he’s reeling his slender hips back just enough to whack three repeated hits on that impromptu target he’d made. Fully well knowing it was inches from your g-spot.

“Fuck- just a bit higher, Toru–”

“Oh, sweetheart—” His half-lidded irises are so dilated that they almost look like hearts, lips twitched into a wobbly smile while he fucks you like he’s furious. “You’ve got six more inches to go- ngh! five.”

And shit- you can’t help the way you overtly ogle the flex of his toned biceps as he sexily reaches behind him. One set of fingers clenching ‘round that vice-like blindfold at your ankles to pull-pull-puuuull you down, the other buzzing with jujutsu and creepin’ to your clit to pinch.

He wouldn’t fit otherwise, bullying his way inside. 

“H-heh…four now.”

Manhandling you, he was so strong that he’s making you feel like some sort of doll. Sending your ass cheeks ricocheting with every sopping wet spank of his pelvis, “Shit- you’re going in so deep-”

“Mhm- right down to your cute ngh- womb.” He could follow every slimy, mazing trail of his bulging shaft with his very own eyes. Snickering as he makes sure to graze the curling tendril of his veins right along your g-spot, “You like that- huh? Feels good?”

“Yes- mmm feels so good.”

Smooth voice purring in your ear, just the sound of it makes your skin bubble with goosebumps. “Imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m all inside. Just threeee more inches to go- two.” 

Close. 

Eleven inches was a lot to handle, and your poor dripping cunt felt like you were being stretched out to the max. You didn’t know whether it was his out-of-control reverse cursed technique or pure carnal desire that made you have the strength to start rutting down for more more more-

“Ohhh— what’s this?” Gojo raises his snowy brows and matches your sloppy tempo, scratchin’ his fuzzy white hair near the top of your clit every time he flicks it. “My girl wants more? Wants all eleven inches- s’a thick fucking cock, sweetheart—”

That was an understatement. 

With over four inches of meaty plumpness, he was so wiiide with his girth that you’re sure you’re molding to his exact size. The entrance to your pussy quivering after every thrust, fast. Rapid. Mindless thrusts. 

You’re gurgling out your answers, unable to even speak at that point. “I know I know-” Mouth still falling into a spit-slicked smile as he shows no signs of slowing down. Blinking tearily, “Still wan’ it all.”

And then it happens - all at once. 

The lights in your bedroom shatter- and then, so do you. Because with a longing, lingering glide of Gojo’s barreling length vertically across your g-spot and down to your cervix, you’re cumming. 

Mouth ajar, eyes scrunched close. Your own wave of bliss catches you so off-guard that you can do nothing but hold onto his Adonis-like shoulders for dear life and shrill–“Cum—ing. Fuck fuck fuck- cumming, Satoru-”

“I know-” And he sounds just as gone as you at this moment. “I saw it.” With his Six Eyes, even before you reached your high.

Not even realizing that the electricity had been destroyed in your bedroom - in the entirety of Tokyo, actually - not even realizing you two were plunged into complete darkness except for the bolts of blue lightning skittering down his skin. Setting his eyes aglow, air tightened. 

Gojo groans—“And you f-fit all of me-” It took even him a few sultry seconds to register that he’d finally bottomed out. 

Slapping and slapping the tender skin of his v-line right into the drenched space of your open thighs until he’s rubbed raw. Gojo was all inside and yet still trying to push himself even deeper, chasing the warmth of your dewy cunt- he bites back a whimper. “All of me- and it feels so…oh, I could just- fuck!”

One teensy clench of your sweet, saccharine walls. 

All it takes before the strongest throws his head back and cums- timing each swat! of his thwacking balls right on staccato with your own peaks. It made him tilt his head down and giggle at the way your mouth only sagged open wider once you felt the sheer volume he was emptying out. 

“You’ve got it-” He gasps into your popped eardrums, touch electric. The soft thumb rolling over your clit swiftly decides to crawl down n’ start plugging your drooling orifice with his wads of white. “You’ve hah- got it. You’ve got it- you’ve got it. Isn’t this the ngh- biiiigest fucking cock you’ve ever seen–?”

“F-fuck, Toru- yes! But what are you…” Briefly, the hand looped around your ankles claws at your clammy crown and moves your head to stupidly nod. 

All the while, Gojo’s simply stirrin’ his shaft in circular motions inside of your velvety walls to touch every nook and cranny with his creamy cum. Teasingly announcing, “Oh yes it is- yes it is–”

Looking almost satisfied with the way you’re all fucked out and still shaking prettily from the ordeal- that is, at least, before a sudden idea glints behind his half-lidded sapphire eyes. 

“I wonder if it’ll be- heh- even bigger if I use limitless, sweetheart”

“…”

A/N. I thought I was soooo funny for that title.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[delatorius]

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[toothlickpick]

i read the conclave book in less than a day and watched the conclave movie twice and i feel like i can say edward berger definitely read the book and thought "you know what the problem here is. not enough benitez as a jesus allegory content"

just a few changes to showcase this:

1. In the book Benitez is constantly portrayed being welcomed by Filipinos, Africans and other nations due to his reputation. Multiple times the book has shown Benitez being dragged into groups and numerous nationals listening intently to what he has to say, which is why he rose so slowly but prominently.

In the movie, Benitez is almost always alone--the scene where Lawrence finds him looking at the late popes turtles alone was originally Benitez talking to a group but deciding to leave to speak to Lomelli instead. The movie frames Benitez in the same quiet but thoughtful work as it does the nuns and all the important female figures in the Church--watching, listening, saying nothing until the spirit moves him to speak the truth. The book shows Benitez still being involved in the politics of the Conclave, dragged around his social groups, whether he wants to be or not; the movie expressly separates Benitez entirely from the politics, placing him in a kind of objective, angelic watcher position.

2. Jacopo Lomelli's name is changed to Thomas Lawrence. The book is likely referring to Jacopo as Jacob, the man who wrestled God, but in the movie he is clearly focused on being Doubting Thomas, the man who interrogates and sees proof of Jesus's resurrection from an abdomen wound. Guess who Lawrence was interrogating about the treatment of an abdomen wound in the movie

3. Speaking of the treatment, the movie changed Benitez's condition from having a fused labia to having ovaries, and also changed the way he found out from a car bomb explosion injury to an appendectomy. Again. This is probably an allusion to Doubting Thomas checking out Jesus's wound. But the fact that even this major detail was changed to fit the "Benitez as a Jesus allegory" narrative is hilarious to me

4. This is my biggest, funniest observation of the Conclave Book vs Movie Benitez. Book Benitez is determined to make Lomelli win. He gets up and speaks after the discovery of the terrorist attack to expressly say that the conclave has already had a majority vote (Lomelli) and that all the 24 people who voted for Benitez should vote for Lomelli instead to strengthen the church. He doesn't outwardly express any disdain for the conclave, just that he wishes they could work together to strengthen the Church. Movie Benitez is VASTLY different because he just straight up says sth along the lines of "all of you are petty and weird and know nothing about the conflict youre getting into and i cannot wait to go back to kabul and do some actual good for this world instead of being stuck here with all of you. " its just such a holy takedown of the church that clearly separates Benitez not as a member of any faction but as a voice of God

I love both the movie and the film for completely different reasons and I think everybody who reads or watches one should check out the other just to get a complete picture of both visions

[holeforzenin]

Tw - Katsuki is soo mean, rough sex, degradation n manhandling. Not proofread!

One thing about Katsuki, he's an impatient man, that's for sure. There wasn’t any “Katsuki can i try to ride you” or “pleaseee just let me do it by myself” none of that. He had enough of your shit.

He tsks mockingly, a derisive sound escaping his lips the moment his keen eyes detect that the rhythm of your alluring ass that’s bouncing on his cock becoming duller and slower. He's so fucking disappointed in himself for even giving you the chance to try and ride him.

How dumb.

What a waste of time.

He quickly grabs both of your supple asscheeks, his strong hands creating a sense of urgency as he firmly squeezes them, preventing you from moving away. He impatiently starts thrusting his hips up into you, entering you in one complete motion. The sudden force of his entire length, which you weren't even able to fit by yourself, invading your little pussy so easily made you squirm to quickly get a hold of his broad shoulders to steady yourself because you knew how fucking crazy he was when it came to with manhandling.

His crimson-red eyes locked onto your contouring features, swallowing up your adorable reactions with pure joy. He just loves bullying you like this. Katsuki was a wonderful partner, devoted, wealthy, and maybe not the most mature, but he was unquestionably aware of right from wrong when it comes to relationships. The only thing is, he’s just so so cruel and vulgar to you sometimes, especially during sex. Bakugou always had a huge ego and prideful personality so you can't say you were surprised before tangling yourself up with him.

When the early morning light streamed through the window, his routine began before even taking a bite of the breakfast you made, pumping your warm cunny full of cum before heading off to fulfill his manly responsibilities as a pro-hero. "Better keep my cum buried in this pussy, you got it?" he commanded sternly, his warm breath fanning against the delicate skin of your neck as you mewled at the harsh way the edge of the dinner table was digging into your poor abdomen. Crossing your thighs together so you could avoid any spillage of his sperm because you know he’d check when you go deliver his home-cooked lunch at his agency later in the day. And if you make one wrong move, you’ll be limping your way out of his agency.

Whether you like it or not, katsuki will always be mean when he’s fucking you. It’s a part of him, you’ve known that just by the way he acted. Always had an feisty attitude and angry issues with everyone around him but the difference is you fucking loved it, and of course he knew that, that’s why he indulges in it and constantly reminds you every single time how much of a horny little cock-whore you are, pussy slobbering uncontrollably all over his pretty cock like a nasty slut. The rim of your hole clinging onto his dick as if your life depended on it. It hasn’t even been five second since he walked through the door from work, still clad in his hero costume before his hard dick is nestled in his housewife's warm, runny sex.

Your pink panties slackly pulled to the side, revealing your tight hole for his vicious assault as he ruthlessly positioned himself to take advantage of your vulnerable state.

His gears and pants rubbing against the smooth flesh of your thighs, harshly marking it red. Poor Katsuki he couldn’t save a civilian from a villain attack today and now he’s so frustrated and mad so what better way to vent than abusing his pretty housewife’s comforting cunt? :(

“Tight fucking pussy, yer creaming all over me already. Bet you were thinking about my cock splitting you open the entire day, weren’t you princess?” He laughed tauntingly, his angry cock curving right into your g-spot making your toes curl in the air as his strong, big hands held an astonishingly tight grip on your waist to keep you off the floor while you bent over his marble counter. You always found it so sexy when Katsuki showed off his strength to you, after all, he’s one of the most strongest pro-heroes so of course he’d be unbelievably strong. You went crazy over it.

“Sukii– m’gonna fuck! Cum” you cried out, tears streaming down your eyes as his fat cock delved deeper into your core, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot over and over again, sending you into a daze as you lose your mind. “No, you fucking slut— always being such a greedy bitch. You’re not cumming until I’m ready to fill you up, ya hear me?” his tone was so serious, it sent shivers down your spine.

You quickly gripped the edge of the counter. Your soft, plush ass bouncing back against his hard pelvis with each forceful thrust. God, he loved the sight so much, he licked his lips at the delicious sight of the creamy mess you were creating, completely coating him and his balls with your juices. It made his cock throb against your walls at the lewd way your quirkless pussy was rightfully swallowing him in.

“Katsuki I–“ you stammered, struggling to find your words as fear washed over you. Your hole fluttered around him, you were seeing white at this point. Your inner muscles involuntarily clasped tightly around his length. You couldn’t help it, his cock was just so fucking long and thick, and well he knew how to skillfully use it that it made you become undone within five minutes. Your eyes bulged open with fear as the streaming white liquid from your cunt spattered onto his cock and thighs and onto his expensive marble floor. The action didn’t go unnoticed by him resulting in him quickly placing you down on the slick floor and violently smacking your fleshy ass, making it recoil against his touch as he groaned. “God, you’re such a dumb fucking slut, what did I tell you? Can’t even understand simple instructions that I give you”.

He swiftly extracted his cock from your soaked pussy and hoisted you over his huge shoulder before making his way to your shared bedroom. You cried out as your cunt twitched in anticipation as echoes of his firm, resounding spanks on your bruised ass reverberated through the room with each step he took, “M’gonna teach you a fucking lesson, better make sure this is the last time you fucking disobey me”.