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tonycries · 19 days ago

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OL-F*CK-TORY ETHICS?!

Synopsis. Pheromone perfume? Should’ve thought about the olfactory ethics of driving him absolutely wiId with them.

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, pheromone perfume (they’re affected), they go FÉRAL, slight aphrodísiacs, creampíes, dúmbification, tummy buIges, MARATHONS, overstím, really néedy boys, GOJO’S POWERS, full neIsons, making Geto whímper, handcúffs (Geto), rough s, p sIapping, PÚSSYDRÚNK JJK MEN, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Yes, I think I’m a comedian for that title.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - BREAK HIM!

“P-please-”

“Hm?”

“Please, doll…”

And it’s the first time in your life that you’ve heard Toji Fushiguro beg - the first ever time in his life that he has. Low, rasping over the deafening snap! of the poor headboard splitting in half, “Mercy- m’begging ya. Mercy.”

It’s hard to think that just a few hours ago, he was trying not to snicker with smugness - pheromone perfume. Really? As if anything in that shiny, half-off bottle could make him lose his composure.

“Such a silly girl–” Toji had rolled his sage eyes down at you. Tutting at the way you were impatiently sprawled over his lap, waiting for his word. Leisurely, he’d leaned in– well whatever his lady wants. “Told ya already, this stuff isn’t gonna m-make me-”

Oh.

And that was hours ago. Hours.

But here Toji was bullying his furiously sweat-slicked face into the heady crook of your neck - taking only one singular whiff before he flinches. Hips rutting mindlessly into yours with a smack! “O-oh, we’re not making it hngh! outta this alive, ma.”

It was the fourth time in the past few minutes that he’s babbling those very words into your perspired skin. The fourth time.

He was broken.

Managing out only a few throaty whimpers when you’re shuffling onto your elbows, all you have to do is give one fluttering squeeze of your gummy walls before something hits your arched spine with a wet splat!

Multiple. Tears.

“F-fuuuuck–” He’s hissing, sexy baritone thickened with clingy sobs. And the only thing sloppier than Toji’s unsteady tone, was his cock. Ruthless. “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck–”

“Need a lil’ h-help, baby?” You find yourself purring, head tilting ever-so-slightly over your shoulder to bare Toji with even more of your scented throat. Clouded wafts of it puffing over to his darkened features and making him gasp– “Because-”

In only a split-second, you’re not even sure what you were about to say - what happened other than Toji shoving you face-first into the cushy pillow in nanoseconds.

Staggering strength leaving the bulging biceps on his big, beefy arms flex, and you keening away into your soft landing. Boneless legs stumbling onto the bed once he tilts his bodyweight onto yours and makes you stumble, “T-Tooji—!”

Oh, the sound of his name in your honeyed tone makes Toji’s hulking voice break out in shivers.

“S-s’it turn you on ta see me like this?” Punctured with solid, pounding plaps! of his bloated tip against your springy cervix, such a staggering size that tenderized every sliver inside your heated cunt without even trying. His massive arms tremble, “To see me a-all pathetic and ngh- weak?”

Weak.

But the way he was pinning you down onto the creaking bedcoils and slamming jagged bruises onto your mounds of flesh from behind was anything but.

“M-maybe?” Oh, he definitely was fucking you stupid - because you find yourself giggling. Globs of slippery drool overspilling from your slack maw and drenching the puffy pillow underneath you. So wet n’ utterly filthy that it makes your thighs squeeze, “You’re s-so cute, Toji.”

“Don’t- don’t you fuckin’–” Immediately leaving one spank on your puffed-up clit. Two. Three, just for good measure- shit, Toji really can’t help but bring those sappy, glazed-over fingerpads to his mouth and sucking.

And the sugary sweet taste makes the man moan.

“Fuck- fuck, did that p-perfume make her taste even sweeter or what?”

Before you know it, Toji’s hard, Herculean front is sagging downwards into yours - hunching over, collapsing. He can barely keep his eyelids held open, let alone his glissading body.

Sinking you ever-deeper into the plush mattress, you swear you could count each and every rock-hard ab pressing into you. The curvy massage of Toji’s pecs rendering your mouth to let off a soft mewl.

And he’s rough above you. Still fucking you in a way that makes your sturdy bed splinter. Dark tufts from Toji’s happy trail scratching the very tip-top of your papping ass with every merciless whack.

“Gonna tell ya a s-secret-” He spills in breathy puffs against your ear, nuzzling the pointed tip of his nose against where your perfume was the most potent. Drinking you in. Gasping. “-b-better not tell ngh- anyone- got it, ma?”

And you almost get the urge to tilt your head back and confirm that this was really your Toji.

Because not only were his choked-up words making you dizzy, so was the way that he sounded right about not. Voice numerous octaves higher, cracking.

You’d have half the mind to tease him about it if the entirety of your fuzzy head wasn’t completely overtaken by simply the thought of Toij Toji Toji-

“Oi- oi!” Three harshly repeated smacks to the side of your cheek wrench you from your little daydream, until you’re being manhandled with a few fingers around your throat to gaze up at the man himself. Growling, “N-no zonin’ out on me just yet- gotta tell ya h-how much it turns me on, too…”

Oh? Oh.

And as soon as he starts, he can’t stop. Can’t slow down the prattling words spat into your mouth - all teeth and something lecherous.

You’re squealing once one of his splayed-out palms rover to the bumpy outline of him fucking a tummy bulge into you.

Skimming across until he could practically feel the rapid ba-dump–! ba-dump–! ba-dump–! being crashed into all your magical spots, “L-look at you taking it allll. Look how hard I am- feel how hngh- fucking hard–”

He doesn’t even have to finish his sentence for you to know. For you to feel.

Another heavy gulp of the thick air surrounding you two - of that familiar candied smell - and he’s like an animal. Swollen cock stretching your goopy walls until they were wiiidely agape, throbbing a few solid centimeters wider in circumference.

“How fucking big. Yeah? Hngh- t-takin’ it all like a big girl, aren’t ya?”

Getting harder just from the perfume. From you.

One hand desperately claws at his own bustling bulge, the other smearing over your overstuffed pussy.

“O-oh, god-” Your eyes sprint needily to the back of your head, head pushing into the soaked pillows. Toji’s ministrations were heavenly, rubbing quick, jerky heart all over your sugar-coated clit. Faster. “K-keep doing that n’ m’gonna c-cum.”

“M’only getting harder. Needier- fuck, I need you-” Swirling his fat thumb in circles right on time with his globular tip, “My big girl- w-with her ngh- big perfumes. Fuck-” You don’t think Toji even registers when he plants a delicate peck where your scent was the strongest. Moaning. Before pressing two more, three, four- “Don’t want- Need you to c-cum f’me. Need to feel that ngh- pretty pussy cum ‘round my big fuckin’ cock.”

You’re raking your nails down his toned forearms, “Close. C-close.”

“Fucking cum.”

And when you so, your silken soft walls are squeezing Toji’s veiny shaft so tight that it takes him everything in him to fuck you through each white-hot peak. Dragging you across your starry high and then some-

Wiping away a trickling spray of his own drool, Toji feels himself laugh - low and humorless. You’ve found his weakness.

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Mr. CEO

Nanami Kento was a gentleman. The perfect sweetheart.

But that was the complete opposite of the way that said Nanami Kento currently had you shoved face-down into his cool mahogany office desk, your delirious tears spilling over in rippling puddles over the expensive wood while he fucked you like he hated you.

“Fuck-” he’s spitting into your open maw, fingers loosening his overpriced tie. Your popped ears ring with a sharp riiiip–! once he tugs your tight satin skirt even higher, rough. “Fuck- not again, darling.”

Before you can even think of gurgling out any coherent syllables, his ragged palm comes striking down on the surface mere inches away from your face with a deafening SLAM!

Meaty thighs rippling with copious shivers from right behind you - Nanami was letting himself heave, he was letting his muscular body pin you down. Sliding the ladder-like ridges of his abs down your arched back.

“Shit. Shit shit shit- not again. M’not supposed ta-” Cutting himself off - gasping - and it’s a sheer miracle that he can even manage to wrench out those growling words at this point. Breath puncturing with a low ah! ah! ah! after every hit of his toned hips against your ass. “I don’t…don’t know why-”

Almost…feral.

You’re both letting your heads drop down at a drunken pace to catch the splat! of those first few ribbons of cum being slipped past your folds.

Every bludgeoning inch of Nanami’s coral pink crownhead plugs your leaky hole full. He’s fucking in those dewdrops of seed to maze across your gummy walls, leaving sweltering hot geysers pooling on your cervix.

So hot.

And in the corner of your eye, you’re catching him reel those powerful hips back until only the very tip of his swollen cock was softly pecking your entrance. “Can’t- can’t stop cumming- fuck!”

“Wh-what?” You’re not sure if you heard him right.

“Can’t stop, m’sorry–” He draws a slow five circles around your quivering hole with the very edge. A glossy white lip gloss that cakes over your pussy folds like icing. “Won’t stop cumming. Haaah- your cute cunt…s’drivin’ me mad.”

You feel Nanami’s round-ended thumb plug up the weeping orifice right in the middle of his cockhead, trying- failing to stop his trickling rivulets of creamy seed. Before letting out a pained huff and filling you once more to the very brim–

It was so much. Too much. And it just pained him to not be all sunken inside your hot, pretty pussy.

You whimper at the taut stretch, stumbling onto your unsteady elbows to peek at your husband. “I-is everything alright, Ken?”

Desperate.

You haven’t seen Nanami look this gone - eyes so hooded they were almost shuttered closed, mouth forever parted in awe, cheeks burning with a bright red blush - since the first time he ever fucked you.

So warm and dizzy.

Your fluttery walls squeeze involuntarily around his puffed-up veins, as if you’re trying to memorize every jagged pattern. Heart racing once leans in with a vulgarly handsome snarl-

“Still here.” He gruffs out a throaty murmur into your rapidly beating pulse, teeth nipping dangerously over the drumming staccato as if to warn look what I can do, my love. And the expression plastered all over his face is nothing if not crazed, “Still there.”

Fuck, that same mantra over n’ over again.

“Wh-what do you mean, Ken?” It takes everything in you to voice out, even the leaking cum that Nanami scoops up dutifully doesn’t compare to just how much wetter your cunt gets at the hoarse baritone of his voice. He was so effortlessly sexy.

“It’s- it’s still there, darling.” And you’ve never heard your stoic husband sound so…ruined. Like he was on the verge of crying - or damn near breaking you in half. Or both.

And how could Nanami Kento have become the boss if he didn’t multitask?

He was still pounding long, rummaging inches into you after every syllable spoken - hitting the bruised and battered target of your g-spot with a sickly sweet ba-dump! every single time. Not even slowing down to let himself catch his breath after his previous orgasm.

He wouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

Because even though Nanami’s molten eyes were stinging with tears from the utter sensitivity, even though he could feel his hefty balls flinch tenderly every time they thwacked against the front of your cunt - he still found something dark and deep inside of him begging for more more more.

Body moving before he could even control.

In only nanoseconds, Nanami interlaces a clawed grip around your throat to haul you up like some glamorized doll. Eyes widening, he buries his face into the crook of your neck and gasps.

“Th-this-” And Nanami Kento never stutters, he never lets his statuesque facade crack with the beginnings of something that almost looks shy. Your stomach twists at the way his cerise lower lip wobbles adorably, “-what is this, my love?”

“Hmm–? Oh.” And then it finally hits you. “A n-new perfume?”

Although it looks like it wasn’t just a perfume. Fuck, you should’ve looked at the packaging a little closer.

But Nanami doesn’t answer. He doesn’t utter a word. Does nothing but let his lungs drag in a generous heaval of your scent.

And it’s enough to send his needy cock crashing into the very bottom of your sloppy pussy. Your hands scramble for anything - and land on the golden name plate emblazoned with CEO NANAMI while he draws up a looong wet glide. Prying apart the papping mounds of your ass to rut into you impossibly deeper.

Nanami’s vision clouds and he’s not sure if it’s from the force of the countless orgasms or simply you. His gorgeous wife.

Wait- wife?

Before he knows it - before he can stop himself - he’s babbling away, “Marry me- marry me, my love.”

“But…” You’re reaching over to tangle your fingertips through his dishevelled strands of gold with a smile. Thumbing away that perspired furrow in his brow, “We’re already hah! married, Kento.”

Oh?

And Nanami Kento trusts you above him. Which is why he finds his eyes rovering down to steal a glance at your pretty ring finger and- oh. You were right.

“Mhm— tha’s me, Kento. Your husband.” He’s breathing out, one hand tracing over the staggeringly large rock homed prettily on your wedding ring.

And the other- the other was letting his fat fingerpads swipe down your buttery slit, topping itself with sweltering hot ounces of cum. Before promptly pushing past your wobbly lips, “Now suck ‘nless you want the whole office to hear about your ph-pheromone perfume.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - T-take it, dammit-

“You- you bitch.” Geto Suguru looked so pretty like this - amethyst eyes fighting to stay open in anger and need, curtaining inky hair splayed out like a halo underneath him. Each growling snarl of his only growing raspier by the minute, “Fucking knew this would h-happen, didn’t you?”

Did you just hear the oh-so-suave Geto Suguru stutter?

And it’s just about all you can do to keep yourself from snickering, hands planting precariously onto the delicious curve of his deltoids. The bulging flex of his toned muscles makes your mouth water, “Oh? I don’t know what you mean, Sugu—”

Geto’s rolling his eyes - but his hips were speaking a completely different language. Rolling up off of the sticky hold of the bedsheets to give your g-spot a good, lengthy skim of his ruby-red tip.

He’s tugging one shackled wrist, “S’that why ya have me in this, gorgeous?”

Ah, and how could you forget your favorite part about tonight?

Those fuzzy pink handcuffs that you’d goaded your dear boyfriend into wearing, all smug smiles and chuckles until you’d leaned down to give him an innocent peck. And then let him smell-

“Sh-shit. Look what you’ve done t’me.” He’s hissing into your loosened mouth, snatching your pouted lips into such a bruising, bruising kiss. Sharpened canines digging into your bottom lip, he practically gulps in the breaths of your special perfume. “You and th-this heavenly pussy and that- godforsaken pheromone perfume.”

You were making a fool out of him - all with a “special perfume” that he’d bought for you at your pleas. Idiot, he didn’t even read the box before gifting it to you.

Geto throws his head back with a drawling grunt when the only reply he gets is your pretty smile. “Fuck- fuck!”

Voice pitching up in volume higher and higher- and he was sure he looked crazed right about now. Hips rutting cleanly off of the mattress to spearhead you with so many copious inches. More.

It was already hard enough keeping himself smooth n’ composed every time he usually sunk past your velvety walls - you drove him wild without even trying. But now?

Now this stupid “perfume” of yours was here to do the very same thing, only tenfold because it was his beautiful girl wearing it.

Oh.

Geto thanks he can feel himself going wild.

The extra heavy-duty handcuffs sing out a metallic creak–! once he tugs particularly harshly, trembling fingertips aching to feel every inch of your glissading body. You were riding him at such a maddening tempo. Your hips hitting the very back of his generously curved balls, before gyrating your puffy clit down in a slooow grind up his toned abdomen — but he wanted more.

It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough when Geto was like this.

“When- when I break out of these oh!” With every empty threat puffed out into the heady air, Geto finds his achingly hard cock weeping even more thick rivulets of pre. Lungs filling up with hypnotic volumes and volumes of that scent. He can feel himself fucking tearing up, “F-fuck you.”

He was so sexy like this.

Trying oh-so-desperately to pretend that those collisions into your gooey depths didn’t have his toes curling, heavy lids falling shut to hide away just how fast Geto’s eyes were sliding to the very back of his head.

You’re arching a brow, “Oh? What was that?”

Lips sleazing backwards into a pussydrunken grin, you had the inkling that Geto didn’t even realize what he was babbling away at this point. He couldn’t even think. “I-I said fuck-”

Mouth still moving. Soundless.

And all it takes is a mere touch of your sensory fingertips caressing his sweat-lathered temple to render Geto speechless.

“W-wait—” He breathes out, and he sounds hysterical right now. Venomous tone lilting countless octaves higher and wobbling as if he was about to break. His chest caves in with a low please–! once you’re streaking your digits through his silky hair, shivering as if being shocked with a thousand voltages. Pulling. “Not fair. Not fair not- fuck tha’s not fair t’me, gorgeous.”

You already knew that the pheromone perfume had some…aphrodisiacal effects. But it seemed that Geto was extra sensitive to it. Cute.

“Yes, and?” Just for good measure - oh, you were thoroughly enjoying this - you’re trekking your stray fingertips to latch onto the gleaming curve of his throat. Bringing your scented neck even closer-

“Oh.” Geto’s snarky mouth now floods with a silvery plash of scorching hot saliva, fucked out of him after every resounding slam! of your hips down on his. You watch as his weightily lidded eyes glaze over with a film of something murky.

Continuing to wrench needily at his restraints. Desperately. It was like a second nature for Geto to touch you and right now he was ruined. You can’t help but ogle the rounded flex of his biceps-

“Gonna- fuck.” He whimpers - whimpers - out, nose crinkling. It made you much too drenched when he leans in mindlessly to rub the buttony tip of it against yours in a lazy kiss. Maw slacking every time you pumped his achily swollen cock across your most tender spots, the orifice of your hole massaging his reactive shaft so greedily. “M’close…”

Whispering, right now, as if it was the most dear confession.

Because Geto Suguru never came before he’d made you reach your orgasm at least five times over.

But right now he was teetering right over the very high edge of it, so close. His thick, sculpted thighs push up from behind your motioning body to urge your bounces vulgarly faster, skin-to-skin.

“C-close.” And it sounded almost pained if you didn’t feel the way it was accompanied by a hastily slipped spasm of Geto’s ballooned-up crownhead against your cervix. Too close. His beautiful head lolls backwards against the tear-streaked pillows, “M’gonna- m’gonna-”

Before snapping up furiously again when your merciless pace stops.

And all you can get out is a not-so-innocent, “Whoops.”

All you can get out - because it takes Geto exactly two split-seconds to snap! those useless pink handcuffs off of him and flip the two of you over to tower over you in all his glory. Speckles of frustrated sweat slithering between his bulging pecs and down onto your heaving body.

He’d let you have your fun, already.

Geto moves slow. Calculated.

Leisurely meandering his face all over your thrumming throat, your tits, everywhere and anywhere that godforsaken pheromone perfume was calling to him. Taking in looong languid breaths of it - and each time he did, he’s fucking up into you like he didn’t even realize.

Pounding you into the drenched silken sheets with all girthy inches of his circumference, branding it into your slippery womb like he didn’t want you to forget.

You’re hit with the sudden remembrance that there was a reason you had to tie Geto up.

And that is when you catch his gaze - wide, unfocused. Feral.

Oh, you were fucked.

So very fucked.

“So.” Geto shatters your anticipatory realization with a throaty few syllables, hoarse like he wasn’t even ready for himself to speak at that point. Without a single warning, he spits - right in your mouth once. Then twice onto two slender fingers, before giving your cunt a stinging spank. “Ya gonna beg for mercy now or later, gorgeous?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - H.O.T.T.O.G.O.

God, if this was any other time then maybe Choso would’ve felt embarrassed about the way he was letting his clammy palms cling onto your waist like he never wanted you to let go.

Because he didn’t. Would never.

Huffing and puffing out clouded puffs of air into the sticky valley of your chest, he’s just so drunk on you. Can feel himself veering lazily into the pillow, drenching it with gumdrops of thick saliva. It takes everything in him to lift his head and puff in smoky breaths of your pheromones.

And it makes him burn. So hot rutting up into you, skin-on-skin.

Probing veins scouring your every nook and cranny, ruthless shaft the complete opposite of just how delicately he was boring down at you. Choso was nudging his ballooned-up cock past your puffy hole like he was making you melt around him.

Making you break - just as much as he was right now.

And the only thing hotter is the way the slithering muscle of Choso’s pierced tongue lolls outwards to skim the buttery splotches of cum scattered across your tits from before. Shiny Prince Albert’s cooling you hardened nipples.

Eyes reeling to the very hidden backs of his hooded lids, he’s moaning at the salted caramel taste of himself. “S-so hot. So soft inside, m’ l-losing my mind.”

You’re just soaked skin-deep with him.

And you’re blaming it all on that strange perfume - a pheromone perfume - that that assistant had dabbed on you at the store. You’d forgotten just how…sensitive curses can be to smells.

How feral.

Finding your heart racing at the way he was narrating off every single thing, every single twitch inside you that slid across your gluey magical spots. “S’that so, Cho?”

Usually, Choso would nod away deliriously to your every word. Usually, he would prattle on sweet, sweet simperings of his very own.

But right now, you watch in slight awe as the pale skin of his pretty cheekbones scorch over with a brightly blossoming blush. The heat of it so feverishly hot that you can almost feel it, and Choso bucks his hips wildly into you with a low keen at the back of his throat.

“D-don’t call me that.” He’s straining out through a shiver. Lower lip fussed until it was a pouted cherry pink. You swear the moment Choso leans closer you see his long mahogany lashes glisten with tears. His big, beefy arms finding their way around your body, “S’gonna…gonna make me cum. Gonna- fuck!”

As if to prove his point, the perked hill of his fattened cockhead splits with glossy white swabs of pre. Buttering up your deepest insides and promising more.

You’re tugging him in ever-closer, the look in your glassy eyes so loving that he feels his length pump greedy ounces more and swell. Growing girthier - pushing your glutinous walls further n’ further apart just from the way you’re staring at him.

How he loved you.

You hum, “But I want you to, Cho. No need to be shy.”

Something in him breaks. And just the thought of it is enough to make the special grade in front of you drool.

Slick rivers of spittle streaming from between his jaw, unhinging when he inches in to gift your surprised tongue with a weighty splat! of webbed spit. He breathes out past the breathless bubble, “No no no no- D-don’t say things like that, baby– I’m not…myself, right now.”

Tasting him. All of him.

The sugary sweet coating lathers your tastebuds and makes you whine, your legs stumbling around Choso’s toned hips. You can feel every tense of his toned core, count all eight of his washboard abs, “S-s’this the ngh! pheromone perfume, baby–? Maybe I should wear it more hck! often-”

“No.”

No?

And Choso can bash himself for interrupting his lovely lady later - but right now, he was frenzied.

Gulping voluminous lungfuls of that scent - of you.

Deftly practiced fingers entrap your plummy clit and roll over not circles, not hearts- no, the letters of his name over n’ over. Branding the perked hood of your nub until you could feel your eyes burst with stars, Choso was ravenous.

“S’because- because it’s you.” He gasps out thickly, smooth baritone unsteady under the weight of all those tears painting smudged eyeliner down his pretty cheeks. “Your scent, n-not that ngh- perfume.” You’re flinching at the looong drag of his scratchy tastebuds dragging over your scented throat. Or, well, previously scented throat. He was addicted to you. “You have me- have me in heat, lil’ human, n’ it’s making me…”

Wild.

If Choso was any lesser man then he would’ve dragged you halfway down the bedcoils and thrown your legs haphazardly over his shoulders. Folding you in half to pound you into the mattress until you were dumb.

But, luckily for your dripping cunt, Choso was that lesser man right now.

He doesn’t think he feels alive - can’t even register his wheezing breaths once he’s manhandling you into the densest possible mating press.

Strong biceps rippling, chest heaving-

His fuzzy brain only sparks with recognition when Choso’s heavy breeder balls clench once, twice, thrice at the way your drooling pussy was laminating his rounded curve with a slimy coating of slick. That’s when he can feel himself actually startle, actually see.

And fuck, was it a sight enough to make him cum if he wasn’t so entranced with that prettily awestruck look on your face.

“Can’t even feel m-my legs, baby-” He’s spitting through clenched teeth, stray strands of coffee brown plastering all across his sweat-slicked forehead. And something in Choso’s voice was…dark. Dangerous. You were in trouble. “-can’t th-think of anything but ngh- breeding this pretty pussy right now.”

Oh.

That’s what he meant by a heat.

“Mhm– my clever girl.” Shit- did you say that out loud? Rewarding your cutely spellbound mind with a hefty thud! thud! thud! right onto what feels like your lungs. He had all the time in the world to fuck you stupid, after all. “My mate.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Sweetener

“H-heh- say that again, silly human.”

“A pheromone perfume.” You’re squirming impatiently, words sticking to the back of your throat in saccharine gasps. And even the tiniest of gyrations leave Sukuna’s ruby-topped heads kissin’ sultry circles around your weeping hole.

Leave you wanting more.

Snickering, “A fucking- pheromone- what?”

The monstrous king of curses displays you with a rugged sneer that makes your folds even more impossibly watery. Just for those stupid words stumbling from your mouth, you’re gifted with one - two - three solid spanks, elongated black nails curling into the stinging mounds of your ass.

It’s all you can do to grapple on helplessly to the mountain of his toned shoulders, fingers clawing red train tracks that look more like kitten scratches on him. “K-Kuna–!”

“Don’t K-Kuna me, brat.” Raw need coats the scorching innards of your mouth when he only rolls his crimson eyes, burning hot. And out of all four of Sukuna’s beefy arms, it only takes one to latch onto the curve of your hips and hover you unstably over his doubly swollen cocks. Tutting, “What? You think some h-human perfume will control Ryomen Sukuna. I must’ve fucked ya dumb already.”

So mean.

But Sukuna always did have a soft spot for you.

And all is a single criss-cross of your wobbly arms, kiss-bitten lips puckering up into the beginnings of his only weakness – your pout.

“Fine. Fine, spoiled girl.” It works.

Yet, you’re shivering at the thwack! thwack! thwack! of his doughy-tipped fingers swatting your plump clit. Pecs puffing out with pride and smugness when your eyes glaze over at them and you stare.

It happens all at once. In an instant.

As soon as both of Sukuna’s round, throbbing cockheads crown the edges of your drooling pussy - he leans sultry inches closer and finally, finally smells it. That.

That scented perfume you’d found in your king’s centuries-old treasury, untouched and just ripe for your picking. For Sukuna to get hit with a thorough blast of it off of your heated skin, simply taking one whiff to addle his honed senses.

Undoing years upon years of painstaking training to make your great king of curses halt, jagged canines baring you with a predatory snarl. “Th-think this can affect oh-”

Who was he against you?

Your entire body vibrates when Sukuna’s chest rumbles with something carnal. Bursting from the very depths of his chest and making you shiver.

The thunderous noise has barely even stopped ringing in your ears before he’s latching on two massive hands to your waist and pulling you in. No care, no hesitation - nothing but drooling with the anticipation of being buried inside your slick-flooding pussy.

He needed it.

And he can feel his head fall headily backwards at the shuddering thud! of Sukuna’s two proud tips skimming the ends of your spongy cervix. Hooked fangs snatching onto the jut of his bottom lip at the bouncy recoil-

Fuck, he didn’t want to separate from your gummy walls for even a split-second. Even if it was to let your hips bounce in lecherous swivels up n’ down up n’ down up n’ down.

“Sh-shit, you’re in so ngh- deep.”

It’s a slow tempo, but you never got used to the stretch that was Sukuna’s staggering sizes.

Both aching cocks were so unfairly long and hard that he didn’t even have to try to smear his puffy veins over your awaiting g-spot. You swear both lengths reached well over a foot, and just having him bottom out had you scrambling to caress the inflated tummy bulge he was fucking into you.

Your jaw hangs open, a syrupy waterfall of saliva dribbling all over your chin. You’re not sure if Sukuna even registers the way he’s tenderly swiping away the overspilling excess with a fat thumb.

“Kuna?” You have to stop yourself from almost flinching away, feeling oh-so-shy at the burning heart-eyes in his gaze. The way a fourth arm was patting the sinful cylindrical outline leading up from your puffy pussy. Reaching an arm to stroke his sweat-matted pink locks, “A-are you okay?”

The moment your fingers skim any part - any minute millimeter - of Sukuna’s body, he’s whimpering. Whimpering.

And if that was the worst of it, then maybe he could have gathered up some semblance of his shattered dignity.

But Sukuna isn’t simply making pretty noises - he’s cumming.

One touch. And a thousand torrents of cum sugarcoating your claggy walls.

So much of it. Too much of it - it sweeps through your gluey walls and forms a little puddle ‘round his bulky bases. Creamily filthy mixtures of seed and slick ringing Sukuna’s base, they hit your perked clit with a wet pap! each time you’re milking him through his peaks.

“D-did you just-”

“Shut up.” He bites back, leaving you no time for the realization to sink in - before curling a vice-like hand around your throat and making you slam down your hips. “Shut up.”

Sudden, striking hits that bruise the curve of your ass just as much as it bruised your battered insides. You were so hot. So soft that it made him dizzy. Melty depths being contracted around thick lengths, the pace at which your greedy pussy was swallowing him up almost made the king want to whine-

“O-oh my god.”

It did make him whine.

With a creaking squeak! of cushion, Sukuna’s sculpted hips lurch off of the decadent royal mattress in repeated ruts. Animalistic.

“Shut up- I s-said ngh- s’not my fault.” He spits out, angry dewdrops of steamy pre being streaked out in twin ribbons into the back of your cunt. “Not my fault you just feel so- so ohhh- f-fuck you, brat. I-if the rest of ‘em found out…”

But Sukuna already knew he was weak for you. He knew.

Just not to this extent.

Not till just a simple cloud of your scent made his vision swim, a fresh wave of drool slipping n’ sliding from between the traitorous slit of his mouth. Both of them.

“M-mhm–” You find yourself smiling - maybe from his reaction, maybe from the way you were being fucked so thoroughly right. The knobbled tops of your knees skid easily across Sukuna’s drenched lap when you straddle him even even tighter, “S’that why-”

He wanted you to shut up. He needed you to shut up or else he was going to fucking cum again.

Which is why his second cursed mouth opens wiiiide to puff your cunt with steamily clouded pants. Before rolling out his tongue and dragging up the entirety of your bulging pussy. All overfilled with him.

“A-another word–” Sukuna’s seething through clenched teeth, but it’s no use. None. Not when the way you lean in to listen closer is enough to make the king blush, “-a-and I make you walk a- ngh! around the entire day with my cum all safe n’ sound inside..”

♡ INO TAKUMA - “U-use me?”

“Wh-what?”

And for the first time in hours, Ino manages to meet his hazy chestnut eyes with yours. Shivering. Half-lidded. “Use me.”

Fuck.

You thought your beloved boyfriend would regain his senses by the second round- no, perhaps the third time’s the charm.

Okay, maybe the fourth? The fifth?

But even after six looong rounds, your splintered bedframe was still trilling with shrill creaks; sagging uselessly on one end as strong, tannish arms stick ever-closer to your body like glue. Folding you into the meanest n’ tightest full nelson possible.

Still scorching. Still needy after getting hit with just a waft of that pheromone your friends bought you as a joke. A joke.

But this was anything but.

Ino can’t even bring himself to wipe away the wads upon wads of slippery drool leaking from his maw after every mushy thud of his globular cockhead against the very back of your goopy cervix. He can’t even think.

“Puh-please.” He’s hiccuping, soft tipped fingers clawing near the sweaty crown of your head to push you further down. Lapping a lazy stripe up your scented neck, “Just one more– ngh! Need you t-to use me to make yerself cum once more, sweetness.”

“M-more?”

And oh, your voice was warbling with such cute disbelief that it makes Ino groan. “Yes. Yes.”

Planting a few more vicious plunges of his strawberry pink tip into the target of your favorite sweet spots - Ino’s favorites, too. Especially once your puffy pussylips part with numerous geysers of slick, flooding translucent rings at his base.

All without even looking up from your neck.

He can’t.

Ino’s entire body wracks with tremors when he even tries to pull away a mere inch. Two. All that he can manage before nuzzling back in with heavy repeated pants.

You’re only getting wetter - and that maddening little perfume one you? Only stronger.

He swears - fuck, maybe he’s going crazy - that he can smell just how close you are, how your tummy’s tightening into wiry knots.

“But- but are you sure, baby–?” Your fingers scratch at the tawny ends of his damp locks, a primal itch so heavenly that he almost purrs. “M’wondering if you even can-”

“I can-” He’s cutting you off, free fingers straying down to the slightly-softening base of Ino’s furious cock and squeezing. Rutting up into you with wild abandon, “I can. I can- promise, sweetness, I promise.”

“Taku–”

And throughout Ino’s hazy mind, your words ring out like a death sentence. Like a punishment. Causing him to snap open his eyes with a sharp intaking gasp, round-topped curves of his knees manhandling your thighs further n’ further open.

You whine at the burning smear, head throwing backwards in a way that makes his slow rovering over your neck break away-

And if Ino was upset before, then he’s simply devastated now.

Sounding like he’s on the verge of sobbing, “No. No no no no no- don’t run, pretty.” Like catnip. Like a moth drawn to your frame, he’s wrapping his jittery forearms around you until you could count every twitch of his sculptured forearms. Crushing you in close. “Look at yourself- smell yourself. Fuck, I need it. M’not asking, m’b-begging you to use me like a…toy.”

He almost wishes he could bring himself to lurch away from that haven of pheromones dabbed across your skin.

Almost wishes he could do anything else but swivel a fat thumb across your weepy folds, bringing it allll the way up to his eager nose to steal a long sniff.

Filthy.

But it’s exactly what makes Ino’s swollen cock perk up with an animalistic flinch inside of you, probing into the target of your g-spot dead on.

“Shit- shit— y-you just got so much bigger.” Your vision flashes blissful white when his length stiffens into even longer n’ sold inches, swabbing at your precious cunt with pressurized pounds. And whatever ounces of blood left in his melty mind? Oh, they’re sprinting all the way down Ino’s boiling veins to end up bloating his throbbing cock.

Getting hard just by the smell of you.

“O-oh.” You’re being bounced on top of his toned pecs when they dip with a sudden hitched breath. “Yes. Yes yes yes, jus’ like that. Love everythin’ about this ngh- pussy, she’s started smelling sweeter e-even here, too. Fuck, you’re a goddess, pretty.”

Sounding as if he was in such heavenly agony - husky voice cracking a few octaves higher. His hold so vice-like on you that you can already feel yourself bruising.

Sloppier. Needier.

Shit- Ino needed to see that dumbstruck look surely being fucked onto your face. He’s finding himself moving - body before mind - to face that reflective, floor-length mirror propped up at the end of your bed.

He always knew that thing would come in handy.

You’re croaking out a moan at the wet texture of Ino’s mouth watering, sprinkling your heated skin with spatters of spit.

But who could blame him?

It was such a sultry sight - to watch your bloated lips be pried apart by his reddened circumference, spraying out saturated glazes of your sweet, sweet juices each and every time.

“See? See?” Ino’s murked puffs tinge with something higher-pitched and wild. Pearly white edges of his teeth sink into your delicate lobe, and make your skin break out in goosebumps. “How fucked you have me. Think m’gonna hngh- die if I don’t fuh-fuck this pretty pussy. If I don’t make you cum-”

Shit, he doesn’t even want to imagine the thought.

Your kiss-bitten mouth slackens into a loose oh! “Wanna- I wanna cum, Taku—” Twisting your head ‘round to face him with a slight pout that makes his entire body jolt.

“Y-yeah?” So, so pretty with a dopey smile being spread all across his face, you’re leaning in to kiss the cratering dimple at the edge of his plump lips. “C’mon. Fuck back into me- ngh- use me ta make yerself cum.”

You’re heading his every word, thighs aching at the fatigued pain of bouncing your hips in a resounding pap! pap! pap! Grinding your treacly slit all the way back into his fattened balls, “L-like this?”

“Atta girl. Harder, now.” His brows furrow. “Harder.”

More more more.

Words petering out halfway into a snarl at this point, you glimpse at the glint of Ino’s sharp canines peeking through the mirror. “Fuck me. Fuck me, pretty.”

“Taku.”

And you’re not sure who wanted you to cum more - you, or your feverish boyfriend.

But your spellbound self had some semblance of an answer when the sound of his name on your honeyed tongue makes Ino flinch as if hit with a zillion volts of electricity.makes him dart down a hand to grace your neglected clit with an oh-so-rude pinch.

Ino’s fuzzy brain wasn’t even working enough to remember those patterns you loved so much. To remember just how to make his body move.

All he knew was that he needed this.

Needed the way you’re arching your spine into the perfect curvature against his glissading front, head thrown back with a mewl of Taku—! once you finally tip over the edge.

He finds his mouth falling gape, “Y-you’re so fucking hot.” Eyes locked on the trembly image of you in the mirror, he fucks you through every white-hot peak of your high. Babbling away,”Did your dear Taku m-make you cum, sweetness? Does it feel good?

Oh, the audacity of him to tip a few thick digits underneath your chin and force you to nod.

Giggling, “Thought so-” And then it happens. Then, he leans in for a sweet, sweet kiss as he usually does - only to be wafted with a murky cloud of pheromone perfume. Again. You watch as Ino blushes a soft pink, “Hey, p-pretty…so…”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Everyday is everyday.

Everyday means everyday - and it still wouldn’t be enough. Not even after so many countless rounds and rounds.

Never, for a Gojo Satoru that has to grit his pearly white teeth viciously to stop himself from using just an ounce too much of his strength on your pliable body and breaking you.

Snarling canines peeking out just when he nestles your legs over two broad shoulders and bends down, down, down in half.

“Hngh- please—” Your chin hits the heaving edges of your chest at the burn of the sheer stretch. Gojo’s muscular thighs sticking against your own and pressing into the inflated little pouch he’d made at your tummy. Filled to the brim with his sappy cum-

“Th-that’s all your fault, y’know–” He’s hissing, handsome jaw clenching desperately to stop those tremoring keens from invading his words. He fails. And Gojo can already tell by the smug smile curling your lips, “-all b-because of you and that fuck! damn perfume.”

Nevermind that he was the one that bought it for you in the first place - some niche, overpriced brand dropped straight into your lap.

Nevermind the fact that he had come up with the idea.

Oh, you should’ve known that this is what wearing pheromone perfume around the strongest would get you.

Because Gojo Satoru was breaking - shattering.

Every pressurized thrust of his leaking out a new wave of overstimulated pre frosting up your slicked entrance. Accompanied hand-in-lecherous-hand with shockwaves of cursed energy that make your unbolted furniture drag magnetized centimeters all the way towards the creaking bed.

“Sh-shit your p-powers—” you’re whining, eyes widening at the hazy sight of blue lightning flickering across Gojo’s sweat-lathered body.

“My p-p-powers, huh, sweetheart?” He’s leaning in to whisper, eyes wide. Wild. Breath hitching so many octaves higher that it sends your spine arching with a goosebumped chill. All into his awaiting touch, “And whose- fault- is that—?”

You’re not sure if you’re a genius - or just plain idiotic. Because even feeling the withheld power being those very same soft palms holding your boneless thighs up, you find it in yourself to snark. “Yours.”

And Gojo almost stops.

If that didn’t torture him just as much as that would torture you, that is. Instead, he’s slowing down to sleazy drags n’ grinds pressing gluey peck after peck on your cervix.

Such sweet, sweet leisure - yet, his words were tense. He breathes out a shallow cloud of air, “Whose?”

Gojo’s tone was dangerous. And his battering rams even more so.

“Y-y- ngh!” Saved by a particularly hard slam of all his copious inches digging into your glutinous g-spot, it leaves a bulky circular branding that stings deliciously with every targeted buck.

You can feel yourself slowly being fucked into stupidity with every swash of thickly viscous cum swirling around your insides. And you already know by the buzzing pressure around his cerulean eyes that he was taking unfair advantage of his Six Eyes to make sure his veiny cock reaches each and every single spot inside your pretty pussy.

Locking your dangling ankles with one hand behind his head - the noticeable flex of Gojo’s pale biceps makes you moan.

Trapped.

Oh- how pretty you were like this, he muses, eyeing the wobbly quiver of your needy lips. Both of them. And you were so loud, too - your saturated cunt so desperate to chat up at him with ringing squelches that carry over your adorable noises.

Maybe he should let you hit him with a waft of that special pheromone perfume more often.

His round nostrils flare, hyper-sensitive senses greedily gulping out each ounce and waft you’re letting off. Every repeated pap! of Gojo’s hipbones follows one of his choked-out syllables, “I said- Whose?”

Someone sobs - and only a few sloppy seconds do you realize that it’s you. Words coming out helplessly garbled, “M-mine.”

At that very moment, a dimly-lit lamp across your heady bedroom shatters.

Sharp shards of glasses bounce off the two of your fervently glissading bodies, limitless.

But if that was taxing for the strongest - then he doesn’t show it. Not even a sign. Gojo only angles his hip a few degrees to the right to bounce into your spongy cervix even harsher. In rough, jagged strokes as if it was nothing.

In fact, by the filmy glaze overtaking his hooded eyes, you think that it might just be nothing. You think that he might not even have realized what was happening.

Pressing a drunken trailway of kisses down the helpless curve of your calf, he grins. Toothy. Animalistic. “Atta girl.”

Pulpy soft tips of Gojo’s fingers slide sneakily down to your messy pussy, drivelling up slow slides up and down your teary entrance. Just until you were getting comfortable - just until you were letting your guard down. Silly girl.

Before slipping past your tight ring of resistance and prying you open doubly. And oh, you should’ve expected that when Gojo gets the job done - he’s going above and beyond to make sure you remember it.

That you’re his.

Pummeling right into the throbbing bullseye of your g-spot, the edges of his long digits hit that spot so hard that you find yourself bawling. Eyes snapping open- before promptly closing as you cum.

Your high is a shock - a white-hot mess of such euphoria.

Tipping right over the edge - and it might’ve been a surprise to you, but Gojo saw it coming a mile away with those special eyes of his. Chuckling to himself at the velvety smooch of your sappy walls milking every inch of him.

“There we go- there we g-go, my girl.” He’s pumping you so thoroughly full that you feel your vision blur, the vibrating buzz of Gojo’s cursed energy being fed into you with each strike. “Cum- cum f’me. H-heh, all because- because of me-”

Your tits bump up into his plush pecs, sensitive nubs of your nipples brushing against his rosy pink ones. You’re reaching out a trembling hand to cup Gojo’s pretty face - one he leans into and kisses. “T-Toru—!”

Just about all you can manage out.

And your orgasm might not have been a surprise to him, but Gojo’s own absolutely was.

It happens in a split second - just after that nickname spills from the honeyed tip of your tongue.

Gojo’s snowy lashes flutter upwards, sweat-slicked brows raising all the way to the edges of his silky fringe. Bubblegum lips parting into an oh! only falling further and further slack with every creamy ribbon shot upwards into you.

It floods, it pours. And you can feel your flooded pussylips overspilling before he’s even halfway through his orgasm.

Oozing out glutinous wads of cum with every pump - Gojo had no rhythm now, he had no rhyme. Nothing but the carnal need to push every ounce of his fatly beading seed deeper n’ deeper into your pretty pussy, heated pink crownhead swirling out what feels like hearts at the very door to your womb.

You’re so full you could explode-

A hand rovers over that inflationary bulge - bigger now. “Oh, sweetheart…”

Was that really your loving boyfriend? He sounded so ruined right about now, hoarse. You couldn’t even blink your eyes up to make out the expression on his face because the lights had exploded. Possibly in every ward of Tokyo.

You feel it before you see it.

The familiar, shrill puff! of that pheromone perfume being sprayed on you- what?

With a sharp gasp, you’re looking back n’ forth between the shiny sheen of liquid spritzed once more over your skin and Gojo’s ever-loving smile.

“Oh, whoops.” Soft snickers punctured with a loooong sniff of the air - of you. And Gojo’s eyes take on a predatory glint that makes your entire body wrack with shivers. “Better hope you’re on ngh- b-birth control, girl.”

“...”

A/N. Fun fact, the entirety of Sri Lanka had a six hour power cut while I was writing this because some monkey jumped onto a power line </33

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msfbgraves · 4 months ago

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I am ready to be disappointed and angry with CKs6 part 2. The writers are in love with both Johnny and Kreese and seem to dislike Daniel for being sweet and successful and for not being masculine the way Johnny is and resent Terry because of his enormous popularity and immense charm. They are eager to show the first two redemption (undeserved) and give (Johnny) everything (totally undeserved) while making Daniel suffer and be made to be less, and have Terry also suffer and die for being evil (but Kreese gets redeemed????). F*ck this show. It ended for me personally in season 5 and so like to think that Daniel and Terry ended up together, Sam and Tory got married, and Robby became president and hugely successful and loved while Johnny got hit by a car and no one cared.

I'm ready to be surprised by part 2, Nonnie, because I know that Netflix would never let them write what the only consistent happy ending would be for this show. And that is them all ending up in a big polyamorous commune. Amanda and Daniel open their house up to Johnny, Carmen, Miguel, their baby, Robby and Tory; Lucille finds Rosa a fantastic apartment on the beach with other cooky grandmas, Robby joins the auto business while Miguel goes to a top end university, sponsored, of course, by LaRusso Auto, Sam and Tory become edgy lesbians together, maybe they move to NYC, for Sam to study and for Tory to become an activist (activist first, then she finds something to study there, maybe goes to community college first on the principle of the thing to end up in one of the top law or politics programs nationwide), Amanda sits Johnny down for a very stern talking to: either he toes the line at the dealership or he becomes an actual certified tradesman or they won't let him use the dojo. And no, Johnny, you're not running your own dojo, ya failed. Yes, you're going to have to run the classes sometimes because she and Daniel are... Busy. Daniel is needed in Okinawa a lot. She and Carmen need time for themselves. And yes, Silver has kidnapped Daniel again. Yes, she's working on getting him b - oh, hi, babe! Enter Daniel with messed up hair, a dopey smile and the most fucked out, glazed over look in his eyes you've ever seen. Johnny is like: "Man, he's really done a number on you this time, huh?" and Daniel is like "Yeah 🤪" and Johnny is like "You OK with this, Amanda?" And she's like: "We'll get him next time" and Daniel is like "Yeah 🥰" and Anthony comes in with the newest iPhone saying: "Thanks, Uncle Terry" before he goes on a date with Kenny and Daniel reminds him to be there for the family planning trip to Okinawa. Kreese has been released but he's raving alone in a piss soaked bar.

As we're not getting that, well...

Honestly I am so surprised at why they did Terry so dirty. I understand that they like to subvert expectations, what with giving the ponytale to someone else but Terry isn't Kreese's wimpy sidekick, never has been. He defers to Kreese because he adores the man, not because he couldn't step in if he wanted to. Kreese wants to give up and Terry doesn't let him, do we remember? He sends him to Tahiti and then gets his dojo back. Would have succeeded too, if not for Daniel LaRusso Derangement Syndrome. And Kreese left him as per their own decision, and Terry had a pretty level headed initial reaction to it. Would have succeeded in staying away, too, if not, AGAIN, for Daniel LaRusso Derangement Syndrome. Which is something the writers can't acknowledge but the editors can! The initial longer scene between Kreese and Terry gave far less weight to the "Danny boi?!" than the edited version did. And then the whole scene where Terry is basically over the past when Kreese is raving about feeling slighted. The only time he really commits is after Daniel rejected him and the writers are like: "All of this is about Terry's jealousy of - tada! Johnny Lawrence!" Terry doesn't care one iota about Johnny Lawrence's existence, all of that had to be written in in the weird ooc flashback scenes. Thomas does not care. I like the dynamic these four create: Johnny has this thing with Kreese which Daniel is immune to, Daniel is in a deathmatch with Terry whom Johnny is completely immune to, and both John and Terry and Daniel and Johnny are childhood frenemies. But the writers are still standing there with a bullhorn like "Nohooo, this is all about Johnny!!" It's how Harry Potter should have ended up with Hermione but JKR was like: "No! Look HOW COOL Ginny is! And Hermione ends up with Ron!" And then the fandom was like, um... "They are terrible people" and JKR was: "That's right! I, too, am a terrible person!" And the more tightly they cling to their Johnny worship the more objectively strange the choices are they make these characters make. There is no objective reason why Robby wouldn't simply have moved back in with Daniel. There is also no reason why Daniel would tell Johnny not to teach karate as a profession. Some people might welcome an alternative to Cobra Kai. There's also no reason not to charge a fee. He's a businessman, and that is terrible business. Johnny would have been SO fired after that hissy fit at the dealership. If this had been all about Kreese, the whole of S5 makes NO SENSE, because Terry dropped Cobra Kai years ago and he could have done it now, CK run into the ground, Kreese in jail, back to Malibu's mimosas. His mission was thoroughly accomplished in S4. And now they've made Miyagi "I hate fighting" and "Don't know how tournaments work" and "Why need belt? You know you good" into someone who keeps memorabilia of his Sekai Taikai captaincy under a floor board. Sure. He brings out the notice of his wife's and baby's death once a year to get drunk over, he was a WW II Medal of Honor winner, he would have fought Sato to the death for honor but the Sekai Taikai past he can't face? And how old would he even have been? Was this before he met Sakiko? Must have been because otherwise he was way past college age. I mean really. If this was before the war - the only timeline that makes sense - after the war he could only have snorted at his playfighting past and thrown it all out. Still, even then it does not make sense because someone who would rather run than fight Sato for Yukie would not be so hellbent on getting into that tournament. And if he somehow was, he would still know how tournaments work and have no reason to conceal that knowledge from Daniel in the first All Valley. And if he did know he would also know about the skills part of a karate tournament and would not have to answer Daniel's "Can you do that?" with: "Don't know. Never been attacked by tree."

But they don't care about the story they're milking. They only care about a lifelong, fictional grudge.

#ck negativity

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toriacostc · 25 days ago

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CONNECTION IDEAS ♡

SPECIFIC CONNECTION IDEAS

Party Jumpers: Boring parties are never fun, and Tori found her twin flame of hating boring events in this person. They were at the same social gathering / event and, snagging a bottle of something on the way out, decided to find their own fun instead. Ever since whenever they need an escape or a fun night, they know exactly who to call (no not ghostbusters).

It was fun when we were young and now we're older: These two were a thing when they were growing up, maybe things broke off amicably and they stayed friends, or maybe things became toxic. These two could've even fallen back into old habits, risking the possibility of old feelings resurfacing, or maybe there isn't anything there anymore to rekindle.

I hate you, I love you, I miss you, bish f*ck you: They can't remember the reason why they hate each other. Why they're the first to toss a quip or a smart remark at the other is beyond them, and it confuses them even more as to why they somehow end up in each other's bed despite their apparent 'hate'.

Doing 60 in a 40: Every car gal needs other car friends, whether they be in her age bracket or older Tori doesn’t care. She just loves her ‘73 Bronco and would love other vintage car friends that also fix up cars, or even like to go to car shows together.

I’m a bish, I’m a boss: Owning Main Street Records after her Aunt decided to retire 6 years ago has been something Tori has absolutely loved doing. Whether these muses worked at the shop before Vitoria took over, or after is up in the air, but one can be sure she’s the boss that’ll order in pizza on late nights of stocking product. And bring in coffee for everyone on odd mornings when she herself needs a boost.

*Mulaney VC* That’s my wife!: These two have been best friends for awhile, and closeness has never been an issue with them. In fact Tori isn’t sure at times what she’d do without the buffer of this person in her life. They’d do anything for each other, the term ‘help hide a body’ would easily fit with them.

I call Loba or Ballistic okay?: Nerd are friends are always needed, whether that’s for video games, D&D, movie / tv marathons or nerding out over whatever just came out. Vitoria absolutely needs all the friends to nerd out with in her life, so please give them to her.

Friends to lovers, 20k words, pining…: Tori would do anything for her friends and family, that much is clear. But this person, somehow, brings out the best in her ever since they met. The connection is there, and feelings are either developing or have already developed for them. Cue the pining, cue the unexplainable jealousy, cue the fluff because their closeness is still ever prominent. Six out of Five stars.

GENERAL CONNECTIONS

Exes

Pseudo Siblings

Cousins

Fwbs

Future Romances (honestly i’m big on chemistry, so i’m moreso down for us screaming at each other that we see our muses headed this way than anything!!)

Customers at the shop

People she met on her travels

Friends

Neighbors

Everything! Let’s plot!

#connection ideas ♡

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tcriacosta · 2 years ago

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CONNECTION IDEAS ♡

SPECIFIC CONNECTION IDEAS

GENERAL CONNECTIONS

Exes

Close Friends

Fwbs (1/?: Laurie)

Pseudo-siblings

Cousins

Future Romances (honestly i’m big on chemistry, so i’m moreso down for us screaming at each other that we see our muses headed this way than anything!!)

Neighbors

People she met whilst on her travels

Customers at the Record Shop

Childhood friends

Everything!! Hmu for plots ♡

#connection ideas ♡

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dykesynthezoid · 2 years ago

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NO BC FR!!! As usual women and girls are being held to a weirdly high standard compared to the men. Which shouldn’t be surprising seeing as a male and female character can have all the same qualities and people will love the guy and demonize the woman; like. We all know this is how it goes. But still

And it’s crazy bc like I love Lawrusso, right, but one of the reasons I love them is because it’s a lil unhinged and sometimes fucked up. Like. That’s part of it! That’s part of what makes it fun!!

But apparently Sam and Tory should, what? Act like perfect little angels? Be completely toothless and saccharine and sandpapered? Any hint of hostility or confusion or desperation or passion is a signifier of, what, that it’s unhealthy? Toxic? (Why does this make me think of the current state of lesbian media in general. Like. This is exactly what so much of modern wlw rep feels like; toothless, stripped of all its wildness and fervor and tang)

And there’s a further irony to it in that s5 literally had Sam and Tory resolve most of their shit; and on a schedule that is, uh, actually way better than stewing for 32 years? Comparatively they almost have a way better kicking off point now than adult Lawrusso do.

(God, I remember at one point like, actually really looking at the ao3 breakdown for CK and being like wait what do you MEAN samtory isn’t the 3rd-to-5th most popular pairing. Like I should’ve known but. I just don’t know how a pairing that is literally Lawrusso 2.0 is that far down the list; I mean, I do know how, but.)

(And ofc if you ever try to initiate a convo like this in fandom people get very defensive, bc I guess they forget you can like multiple ships at once?? Like just bc we want more f/f content does not mean the plethora of m/m content is going to magically disappear; and like, I wouldn’t want it to. Like hey what if they could BOTH have lots of content and love. Have we considered that. Wild concept, I know)

Anyway I think Sam and Tory should recreate The Fingersmith

‘Actually people don’t like f/f bc f/f fans are all toxic 🙄’ I think people who rep femslash should get to beat people like you with bats. What do you think about that

#could rant about this for approximately five more hours but anyway #also the samtory regulars are such an extremely sexy group of people. so how are more ppl not getting pulled in

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greetings-and-salutations · 2 years ago

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“We Understand Each Other. Don’t We, Mr. Keene?”

Robby Keene x Reader

COBRA KAI CATCH-UP DUMP

Masterlist

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: In her defense, (Y/n) never expected they’d lose the fight at the Christmas party, but that was her mistake. And it wouldn’t happen again. Not if Robby had anything to say about it…

Warnings: a LOT of starred out swear words, violence, blood, Kyler, Kreese being creepy and manipulative

Pairing: Robby Keene x Fem!Reader

��Ow!” (Y/n) complained, her face scrunched up in a wince as she pulled away harshly from Tory, who’d been trying to tend to the bloody cut on her forehead with a napkin she’d found in Kyler’s glove compartment. Tory rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“You need to stop moving, (Y/n/n). If you don’t let me clean it, it’s just gonna get worse.” (Y/n) scoffed a little at that, before cringing again, as the action hurt her busted lip.

“You really think Kyler’s dirty Taco Bell napkins are gonna do anything other than make it worse?” She pointed out, earning an offended gasp from the front seat.

“Hey, screw you guys. My napkins are the sh*t.” Kyler argued, prompting (Y/n) to grumble back sarcastically.

“You heard it here first, folks. Kyler’s napkins are sh*t.” The rest of the Cobra Kai’s chuckled at her joke, but Kyler remained unimpressed.

“Hey, F*ck you!” (Y/n) smirked, ignoring the way the pull of her skin caused the various throbbings to worsen.

“Don’t let Robby hear you say that.” She teased, causing the older boy to roll his eyes.

“Speaking of, where the he*l was he tonight? He should’ve been there kicking a*s with us.” He complained, sending (Y/n)’s thoughts back to Sam’s Christmas party, which had taken place no more than an hour ago, but already felt worlds away. Well, minus the plethora of bruises and cuts now littering all of their bodies.

“More like getting his a*s kicked with us.” She mumbled, though this time earning angry glares rather than laughs from her peers.

“I’m just saying, he should’ve been there.” Kyler finished his little rant and causing (Y/n) to turn to him with a hard stare of her own.

“He’d have gotten carted back to juvie and you know it.“ She said, her frown deepening at the words. She didn’t even wanna think about her boy having to go back to that place because of all this Miyagi-do/Eagle Fang bullsh*t.

“Then we’d really have stepped in it.” Tory commented, making (Y/n) laugh bitterly, before gesturing towards her messed up face.

“I’m sorry, is that not what just happened?” She asked, meeting the gazes of the rest of the Cobras who seemed annoyed by her words, but couldn’t exactly refute them, so they remained silent. Well, all but Kyler…

“D*mn (Y/n), you got a stick up your a*s? What’s with you today? You’re being a real b*tch.” (Y/n) looked at him in shocked confusion. Did he really just…?

“F*ck you, Kyler. Let me slam your face into a kitchen counter and see how ‘sunshine and daisies’ you are.” She argued, the boy simply pulling a face at her, before Tory cut in.

“Speaking of, tilt your head back.” She ordered, her attention returning to the cut above (Y/n)’s eyebrow. The other girl, smacked her hand away lightly.

“No. This is stupid.” She said, but Tory remained undeterred, a pleading expression on her face.

“Just do it. Robby’ll lose his sh*t if you show up looking like this.” She begged causing (Y/n) to sigh in defeat.

“Fine…” She cringed as Tory smiled back and immediately began dabbing at the blood with the napkin once again, the quickly shifting light from the street lamps coming through the window her only source of light. That certainly wasn’t worrying (Y/n) at all. Definitely not…

“Y’all better hurry if you don’t want Robby to see that. We’re almost there.”

+ + +

“Sh*t, Sensei! What happened?” The whole dojo was trashed; the weapons on the wall thrown about carelessly, the cardboard cutout of Sensei Kreese in pieces by the door, and, most notably, a person sized hole in the front window. Considering the state of things, (Y/n) figured her words of surprise were warranted, as she and the rest of the Cobra Kai’s took in the destruction.

“(Y/n)?” The girl turned on her heel at the voice, only just now noticing Robby Keene on the other side of the room, visibly disheveled and with a sizable dent in his forehead.

“Robby…” (Y/n) ran into his arms before she even realized what she was doing, her injuries long forgotten as her body ached for Robby’s comfort. And her boy did not disappoint, quick to pull her in a tight embrace, his voice low as he whispered in her ear.

“God, (Y/n/n), your face…” She pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes in confusion.

“My face?” She rolled her eyes, her hand moving up to brush the hair away from his injury for a better view. “You’ve got a dent in yours! What the he*l happened?” Robby sighed, looking down at the floor before answering, his jaw clenched in anger towards whatever it was he was about to say.

“My dad and Mr. Larusso showed up…” He mumbled through his teeth, (Y/n)’s eyes widening at the revelation.

“Oh my God… did your dad-“ He cut her off before she could ask her question, a subtle nod of his head enough indication that she was in fact correct, but he didn’t want to talk about it in their present company.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” He promised, leaving no room for debate before he continued. “I wanna know what happened to you. Who was it?” Robby asked, the worry from before having returned tenfold. (Y/n) waved her hand dismissively.

“Not important. I got a few hits in.” She replied vaguely, hoping he’d drop the issue, but, it seemed Kyler decided that now was the perfect time to put his two cents worth into a conversation that, thus far, hadn’t made any indication towards including him.

“No she really didn’t.” He interjected. Tory quick to agree with a grimace, as if the memory physically hurt her.

“It’s like she forgot how her arms worked.” She added, Kyler nodding from beside her.

“It was sh*t.” He finished, making (Y/n) glare at the pair, completely and utterly betrayed.

“Thanks, guys…” She complained, before turning back to Robby, who was giving her a pointed look.

“(Y/n)-“ He began, but the girl shook her head, already knowing where this was going and really not wanting to hear it.

“Look, it’s fine. I froze up. It happened. It’s not gonna happen again. Let’s just move on.” She said quickly, hoping to hide her embarrassment, before another voice, one she’d almost forgot was there, finally joined the conversation.

“It better not, Miss (Y/l/n).” (Y/n)’s heart stopped as she turned around to see Kreese standing behind her with his arms crossed.

“I’m sorry, Sensei…” She mumbled, her eyes trained on the floor, the girl not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes for any longer than she already had.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. Mr. Keene, my office please.” (Y/n)’s brow furrowed in confusion, as she finally returned her gaze to the man in front of her, who was now looking sternly at her boyfriend. (Y/n) didn’t understand. If anything, she was the one who deserved a stern talking to in the teachers office. Not Robby. Which led her to only one question. What could have possibly gone down while they were gone?

“But-” Robby started, a confused expression of his own overtaking his features, before Kreese interrupted him.

“Now, Mr. Keene.” And then he walked off, clearly indicating for Robby to follow after him.

“I’ll be right back…” Robby promised, pulling (Y/n) into his arms once more. Unable to hold her for as long this time, he pulled away, eyes raking over her beat up features. “God…” He mumbled almost to himself, though it was clear what had caused the outburst. He kissed the side of her head carefully, before finally trailing off the way Kreese had gone.

“What in the-“ (Y/n) smacked Kyler in the back of the head harshly, causing his words to come to an abrupt halt. He turned on her in anger. “Ow! What the f*ck?” He complained, rubbing the spot she’d hit him. (Y/n) smiled sarcastically.

“Thanks a lot, douchebag.” But Kyler’s expression didn’t change.

“What’d I do?” He asked, dumbly, earning an eye roll from the girl, before she turned away, gaze focusing on the window leading into Kreese’s office, where she could clearly see he and Robby having what looked to be a serious conversation. Not even looking at him when she did, (Y/n) finally answered Kyler bitterly.

“If Kreese kills me, I’m coming back to haunt your a*s.”

+ + +

“Come sit.” Kreese gestured towards the chair across from him as he took his place behind the desk. Robby did not, opting to remain standing by the door, a confused, but harsh look on his face. He didn’t know why Kreese wanted to speak to him, but if it had anything to do with (Y/n)…

“What’s this about? I need to get (Y/n) home.” He said, his mind still on the state of his girlfriend just a room away. He needed to get a better look at her; make sure she didn’t need to go to the hospital or something. She looked terrible, and Kyler and Tory’s words had worried him more than he’d let on. He needed to talk to her about everything that happened; not be here, standing in front of his Sensei, waiting for him to get to the point. Kreese frowned at his disinterest in the conversation, but responded nonetheless, a cigar Robby hadn’t noticed him lighting now hanging carelessly from between his fingers, as he gestured towards where the both of them could see the girl they were discussing talking to the rest of the cobras.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Your (Y/n)… she’s a little weak to be Cobra Kai material, don’t you think?” Robby’s blood ran cold. This is not happening…

“No (Y/n), no me. I go where she goes.” He said swiftly, no room for any argument Kreese might try. Robby was here. He was a Cobra Kai. The events of the night were proof enough of that, but he’d be gone in a heartbeat if the older man tried to kick out his girl. Kreese looked at him incredulously.

“But that’s not true. She went to the fight tonight.” He pointed out, earning a frown from the teen. He knew that. He already felt like sh*t about that. But it wasn’t exactly his fault.

“I couldn’t. You know that.” He said, hoping that’s be the end of it, but Kreese was far from done.

“You didn’t go and look what happened. She got hurt. You weren’t there to protect her.” Robby glared at the man.

“I won’t be there to protect her if I’m sent back to juvie either.” He argued back. Kreese just shrugged, taking a puff of his cigar.

“But what good is being out if she’s still getting hurt anyways?” Robby looked down at the dingy carpet, knowing the man was right, but not wanting to admit it, for, if he did, it would change everything.

“She’ll get better…” He mumbled, but even Robby didn’t believe himself. Kreese just shook his head.

“No she won’t. But that’s okay. She’s not built for Cobra Kai. But you are. You just have to be stronger. You don’t want something to happen to her like that nerdy boy with the broken arm, do you?” Robby shook his head almost immediately, not even wanting to think about his (Y/n) like that.

“No Sensei.” He answered, really wanting the conversation to be over now. But Kreese made another face like he didn’t quite believe him.

“And what about the traitor Diaz? Do you want her ending up like him?” He prodded. Robby’s response was louder this time, and much more determined.

“No Sensei.” He would not let his girlfriend get hurt again. Whatever it took, whatever he had to do, he’d do it. Those Miyagi/Fang whatever-they’re-called pieces of sh*t would regret ever touching his girl. Kreese smiled up at him.

“Then I think we understand each other. Don’t we, Mr. Keene?”

“Yes, Sensei.” And he meant it too. Kreese smile widened as he got to his feet.

“Good. We have much work to do.”

They’re gonna pay…

Part 2?

Tag lists are open!!!

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ares-athena · 3 years ago

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Okay, since you said it's all good, I have another one. So it's a Robby x female reader x Tory. The reader is super into school and got along with everyone (a floater between groups). So they're dating Tory and Robby and they get bullied by some random kid (kind of beat up. Nothing too bad but of course enough for those two to notice right away) and the two are ready for war. But the reader calms them down and they take care of her (I feel like Robby would give the BEST cuddles) and Tory shows her little moves to defend herself? And Robby does pointers here and there before making them both come and cuddle because the reader is just so tired??

Yay! This is such a fun idea.

Ck Tory X F!Reader X Robby

Warnings ⚠️: beaten, cuts, and bruises.

Summary: Reader isn't a very confrontational person. But her girlfriend and boyfriend are. She doesn't want to pick a side nut what happens if someone makes that choice for her.

"Ok so your telling me Johnny Lawrence and Danny LaRusso want to share a dojo. I don't belive it." She says. "See it's unheard of." Hawk says. "Are you guys sure they won't tear eachother apart before 3 p.m.?" She says. "No. It sounds like a terrible idea." Demetri say and she can't blame him. From the stories she's been told from Miguel and tory. This can't go well.

She was walking to robby's house. He called her and asked if she wanted to sta the night over his place since tory was also on her way. You wanting to see your girlfriend and boyfriend you said I'm on my way. And you were until you were stopped by robby's old friends. Trey and Cruz. You knew them and now they knew you and your boyfriend.

"Can I help you?" She asked. "Yeah, you know a Robby Keene?" One of them asked. "I do why?" She replied already losing it because they were getting closer to her. Maybe her refusing a dojo was a bad idea. "Good you can give him this message for us." The other one said.

After they left her in the alley she tried to get up but it was severely hard. If wasn't bad at all they just focused kicking her ribs. When she got up she felt fine and continued walking to robby's house. It was going well until you got a call from tory.

"What's taking so long? We got your favorite snacks and your favorite movie waiting for you." She asked. They were so sweet. "Sorry my brother wasn't letting me leave for a while its fine. I'm almost there." She replied. Though she hated lying this wasn't something to tell over the phone. Or to tory nichols or robby keene at all.

When she got there she was in more pain. Walking really hurt the already bruised ribs. And then she noticed one of them had cut her. She didn't notice until the blood from where the cut was on her shoulder was leaking down her arm. It wasn't a bad cut. Not deep at all just really blood. She cleaned most of the blood off your arm with a towel in your bad you had since she were staying the night. There was no way to hide this unless you got to the bathroom fast. Which was very unlikely.

When she knocked on the door she heard scrambling from both tory and robby. Tory was the one who opened the door. With robby shoved on the couch. "Hi love." Tory says and hugs her. Robby notices something off as soon as she winces when tory hugs her. "Are you ok, darling?" Robby asked her. "Yeah I'm fine." She responded but her smile wasn't as convincing as she thought.

"We can help just what is it?" Tory asked her after pulling away. She of course was scared to tell them. She wasn't one for confrontation. "Whatever it is we won't be upset with you." Robby says. That's when she tell them everything. The part about Trey and Cruz. She even takes her shirt off and shows tory and robby the cut on her shoulder blade. Tory moved her to the couch while robby went to get the first aid kit. "Don't worry love. They went get away with this." Tory says. "I'll make sure of it." Robby finished kneeling in front of you while cleaning your wounds. "No. No revenge. Not tonight " She says and robby and tory look at her then each other. "Fine." Robby says. "Not tonight." Tory finishes.

After tory and robby clean her all up. They all lay on the couch. Tory on one end robby on the other. Darling in the middle. She was in robby's sweater and he was holding her from the side with his head in her neck. "I'll teach you some defense tommorow yeah." Tory says. "Yeah." She says back and kisses her girlfriend then her boyfriend.

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 4 years ago

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AIGHT Y’ALL I wasn’t tagged but I’m doing this anyways because f u c k i t

It's the year 2021 and you're obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?

Deadasss weird as fuck, my dude. Like...out of all the things I could’ve predicted happening in our lord’s year 2021, it definitely was NOT getting hyperfixated on a hammy gay ship with a punk and a nerd from a goddamn karate soap opera. And yet...here we are??? I will never understand hyperfixations, my guy. But I’ve met a lot of really cool people in this fandom, so I can’t really complain.

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?

I have never seen a single Karate Kid movie in my entire life. When I was a kid, it looked kinda dumb so I never got into it XD But then I saw my roommate watching Cobra Kai on Youtube Red one day (he has every streaming service known to man) and I was hooked. And...here I am!

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character:

Literally EVERYONE except for Kreese, Yasmine, Kyler, and Tory, sorry stans

Okay but if we gotta pick, Johnny Lawrence is my Problematic Fave. Also I love my boy Daniel, he’s trying his best!!! And Amanda LaRusso, we stan a queen!!!

Among the kids, definitely Miguel, with Demetri as a close second. I also love Sam, Aisha, Moon, and Hawk (pre- and post-Bastardization Arc, anyways XD)!

Favorite ship:

Take a look at my username and take a WILD FUCKING GUESS lmao Yes it’s Eli/Demetri because DUH, every interaction they have is so fucking gay and Eli fucking saved him!!! And came back to him!!! And betrayed the world’s most terrifying dojo with a WAR CRIMINAL SENSEI all for Demetri!!! And how Demetri was willing to forgive him for everything at the drop of a hat because he always had faith there was still good in his best friend??? That’s TRUE LOVE motherfuckers. Please let them kiss in Season 4. I will sell you all of my limbs. Sam/Miguel is a close second because they’re cute as shit and it’s just so lovely to see two people so unapologetically smitten with each other. They are in LOVE, and I will RIOT if they break up again!!! Keep Sam and Miguel together 2k21!!!

Underrated character:

SAMANTHA LARUSSO!!! The amount of hate my girl gets for acting like a normal teenager and fucking up occasionally JUST like the rest of the cast makes me want to start punching things. She cares SO MUCH about her friends!!! And she loves the shit out of Miguel!!! She hasn’t always been the best friend but you know what??? Neither has Hawk, and we still forgave his ass!!! Also LET HER BE FEMININE but also kick utter ass, my god!!! Femininity should not be synonymous with being weak, y’all! ALSO DEMETRI, like yes, he likes to complain and occasionally run his mouth, but guess what else he likes to do??? Never give up on the love of his life his best friend Eli Moskowitz and refuse to lose faith in him no matter how much of a little shit he’s become, and I for one think that’s very badass of him. Also the way he takes care of Eli pre-Cobra Kai in his own snarky bastard way makes me absolutely Weak and needs more appreciation. Like the dude has charisma and COULD have probably made other friends and left Eli behind if he wanted, but did he??? No, he wants the weepy loser with the lip scar in the polo shirts and dorky sweaters and will protect him as much as his wimpy ass is able!!!

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol):

Among the adults, Daniel/Amanda!!! Like maybe I just don’t watch that much tv, but it seems kinda rare to me to see a happily married hetero couple, and it’s just nice to see a married couple who genuinely love each other and where there’s not like...lingering resentment or some shit. I feel like this ship gets overshadowed by Lawrusso a lot (which like--okay, fair!!! Daniel and Johnny do have a ridiculous amount of chemistry, and the gay undertones are undeniable, so I get it), and it makes me kinda sad. I do love Lawrusso, but I don’t like when Amanda has to get her heart broke for it to happen, you feel? Among the kids, honestly YasMoon. Like I really love the idea of Yasmine trying to better herself because of Moon’s influence on her and because Moon like...inspires her to be a better person, I guess? With their pretty strong friendship, it just makes more sense to me for Yasmine to get a redemption arc through Moon than through Demetri. ALSO girls DO often pull the whole “mean girl” shtick to cover up being closeted lesbians, and Moon IS canonically bi, so it could work!!! I just think this one could be a really interesting Friends to Lovers take, and could make a really nice coming-out arc for Yas. And MoonPiper too, honestly!!! Like they only got 5 seconds of screentime so I understand WHY it’s underrated, but I still love what we DID get and loved that there was a canon gay ship (even if only for 1 scene lmao). I’m really excited to potentially see more of them in Season 4!!! Please, I’m begging!!!

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?

Sweep the Leg because it will always be deeply hilarious to me how Demetri took note of the first move Eli ever used on him and spent presumably weeks perfecting it OUT OF SPITE just to get him back with it at the soccer game MONTHS later. Just goes to show how OBSESSED Demetri is with Eli and their little karate rivalry which is just NOT straight, I’m sorry

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?

There’s something so funny about this pretentious little fuck walking around in fancy suits once he becomes a #SuccessfulBusinessman, and still occasionally trying to do karate in a full-ass suit (take THAT, Tom Cole’s boba!!!) I’m also a big fan of how he looks in his gi with his little headband. Still killing that look as a 40-50-something!!!

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver:

Tbh I have still never seen a single Karate Kid movie (they took them off of Netflix, RIP), so...I don’t really care if they bring anyone else back??? I’m invested in the characters we already have in the show, I don’t need some rando from the movies to make a cameo to have a good time XD The only character I really wanted them to bring back was Ali, and they already did, so like...I’m good??? That’s all I really needed, I can die in peace now XD

Scene that lives in your head rent-free:

Basically any fluffy Elimetri scene, but 5 in particular: ~Miguel first meeting Eli and Demetri at the lunch table, and Eli looking at Demetri like he hung every goddamn star in the sky ~Demetri going off at a terrifying, “unhinged” karate sensei on the first day of Cobra Kai because he made fun of Eli’s lip and Demetri is not about that shit ~ELI STEALING DEMETRI’S NACHO AND SMIRKING AT HIM, LIKE EXCUSE ME SIR PLEASE BE A LITTLE LESS HOMOSEXUAL IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND ~Eli yanking Demetri onstage during Valley Fest to hold a board, and Demetri being visibly like...extremely turned on when Eli breaks said board ~ELI SAVING DEMETRI DURING THE CHRISTMAS FIGHT, ELI APOLOGIZING, DEMETRI AND ELI KICKING COBRA ASS TOGETHER AKSBDCUWYVCBU

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?

I hope not! He’s kind of a funny meme character to pop up now and again but I don’t think he deserves a serious plotline when there are so many more interesting characters to follow.

You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?

Miyagi-Do because Cobra Kai would eat me alive. Also I’d probably straight up get stuck and die in that cement mixer, if I even made it that far XD Besides, being salty that your friend who you have a crush on likes martial arts better than you and starting martial arts to impress them but also being too lazy to join anything TOO intense is a Big Mood and I am certainly not speaking from personal experience here, no sirree

What’s your training montage song?

"Shut Up and Drive” by Rihanna for a weight-training and bicep-flexing montage, “Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons for a more intense punching-and-kicking-shit montage. I don’t know why this is, I just feel it in my heart.

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?

*Briefly panics because I don’t actually watch that much TV and most of the stuff I do watch is fantasy/sci fi shit that absolutely would not work for a CK crossover*

Hmmmm okay but ACTUALLY

You know what would be fucking funny as hell would be an It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia crossover. Allow me to elaborate: ~The Gang goes to LA on vacation during the height of the Karate Dojo Wars. They literally can get barely anything done without all these goddamn karate-fighting teenagers getting in the way. ~They are all very annoyed by this. Even the most obscure of tourist attractions is eventually intercepted by karate fights. ~Mac tries to join Cobra Kai because he sees all this karate fighting on, and wants to unquestionably prove both his badassery and masculinity. Both Johnny and Kreese are like “Wtf are you doing here? Aren’t you like 30?” ~Mac gets a planet-sized crush on Johnny after all of 5 minutes and endlessly gushes to the gang about him. The gang mercilessly roast him about this and about how much of a pathetic loser with his life together in no way whatsoever Johnny sounds like. They proceed to have exactly 0 self awareness about this. ~The Waitress is in town visiting family or something, and Charlie is stalking her, as per usual. However, every time he’s about to go up and talk to her, a pack of battling Miyagi-Dos and Cobra Kais throwing punches and kicks everywhere blocks his path. One times, Mac is among one of these packs and Charlie is like “???? He didn’t get kicked out of that teen karate dojo yet???” ~Seeing how much the Kids These Days seem to like fighting, Charlie drops by a local high school to try and sell Fight Milk to the kids doing karate. Only Kyler and Brucks buy into it, and subsequently get the entire West Valley High wrestling team sick. Charlie is inevitably arrested, as Counselor Blatt thinks he’s selling the kids drugs. ~Dennis makes a plan to have sex with every hot chick he can in Los Angeles. He meets Ali on a dating app post-divorce, and inevitably tries to bang her. It doesn’t work. ~Frank crashes the rental car, and inevitably the gang ends up at one of Daniel’s dealerships. Dee quickly takes a liking to Daniel and is like “Watch, assholes--Imma homewreck this guy’s marriage.” She starts frequenting the dealerships to attempt to flirt with Daniel, until one day she walks in on him having sex with Johnny in a back room and she’s like “Is that the guy from Mac’s goddamn dojo?!?!” ~Dennis, of course, tries to sleep with Amanda. Amanda is not having it, and rebukes him in the most snarky, Amanda-esque way possible. Dennis is just like “Oh not AGAIN--the women in this goddamn diva city have too high of standards!” ~Later on, the gang is at the beach and Dennis spots the blonde lady he went out on an ill-fate date with, and decides to give it another shot--that is, until he sees her go up and kiss another woman and he’s like “IS THAT THE LADY FROM THE CAR DEALERSHIP??? STUPID-KARATE-KICK-COMMERCIAL’S WIFE?!? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.” ~Dee complains to Dennis about her lack of luck getting laid, and Dennis is just like “Oh come ON, is everyone in Los Angeles gay???” Smash cut to Hawk and Demetri having sex, Moon and Piper making out, Bert and Nate holding hands, Chris and Mitch doing oral, and Amanda, Ali, and Carmen having a threesome. ~Frank tries to scam Kreese into buying cheaply-made karate equipment for his dojo. The gang ends up having to leave LA because Kreese is quite literally plotting all of their murders.

For tagging, uuuuhhhhhh @jackonthelongwalk @soe-leo @max-eagle-fang @cc-tinslebee @backawayfromthegay @asphodel-storm do the thing, if y’all haven’t yet!

#cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #cobra kai season 2 #cobra kai season 3 #ck #tag game #binary boyfriends #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #it's always sunny in philadelphia #iasip

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tonycries · 5 months ago

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SECOND masterlist! This masterlist has all my writing from 02/10/24 up until now — for my earlier works check out on my FIRST MASTERLIST <3

👻 = from my Kinktober!

MONSTA! 👻

WILD WILD WILD 👻

Bad Bad Boy 👻

PONY 👻

Girl, I'm Into It! 👻

KNOTTY GIRL! 👻

NNN

Madam.

BUTTER

FEVER FEVER FEVER

BUMPIN' THAT!

DDD

CHERRY-POP!

JUNO

O-O-O-OBSESSED!

D!LFMAS?!

BIIIG STRETCH.

STICKYYY

Like a Dog!

P*SSY POWER!

TALKIN' BOOODY!

STUFFED.

OL-F*CK-TORY ETHICS?!

ABRACADABRA

Can't Feel My Face.

Animals — Yes, your best friend is secretly an alpha. Yes, he acts like a fúcking anímal when he rúts. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alíve. 👻

Corpse Groom — Till déath do you part…or does it when a déathly error leads your newly-wedded husband to be from beyond the gráve? 👻

The Initiation — From now onwards, you’re the madam of the Gojo clan - and your clan leader husband is going to prove it to everyone.

Cake or Fake — The only birthday gift your brother’s best friend wants? You. And not just for fake-dating…

Sweetheart Online — Isekai-ed into another world, or isekai-ed into your pants?! Gojo Satoru is in danger - in danger of losing his prized, otaku vírginíty, that is.

Knight of Roses — You, heir to the throne and fated to be married off to a royal you’ve never even met. Gojo Satoru, your personal knight and the one man that will not let this happen. He will not.

Night(wing) Crawler — Trapped with a too-smug, too-handsome Nightwing by the very same villains you were trying to swindle was not how you planned to spend your night. Luckily for you, Gojo can think of a much better way to pass the time.

Love Thy D!LF — Yes, your neighbor is a hot, pérvy D!LF. Yes, he’s a total tease. No, you don’t think your poor new bed frame is going to stay in one piece…

Bed Chem — No, you’ve never gone through a heat. No, your big bad neighbor, Toji Fushiguro, hasn’t had a rút in years. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alive when all that changes with your…bed chem.

SCREEN QUEEN! — To see a movie or to make one? Four times Geto Suguru absolutely ruined you for the cameras, and the one time outside of them.

Sweetener — You, hit by your heat cycle and accidentally calling your best friend over in a daze. Choso Kamo, your utterly sweet best friend - and totally not an aIpha, right? Right?

Madam Kamo — Bréeding kínk? Going feraI? What the hell is that? Maybe your sweet clan leader husband knows the answer…

Your (Super)Man — He’s not a bird. He’s not a plane. He’s…just Nanami Kento from the journalism department. But you have a feeling that Nanami’s hiding a super big secret - and not just the one down there.

50 Shades of Kento — You help your hot uptight boss blow off some much-needed steam, and he makes an absolute mess of you - that annoyingly flirty new employee of his. Deal?

My Oh My — Trick or treat! The mean ínmate in Room 6/9 doesn’t want halloween candy - he wants something else much, much sweeter. 👻

#tonywrites #tonynavi

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foxymoxynoona · 3 years ago

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Hi 🦊 , so this is for Flux. Wait how are you? I hope you’re good? I’ve been pushing this off because I’ve been so busy. However, I had a fight with a friend and since this blog is one of my happy places, I’m here.

So, yeah Flux. I don’t think they should be back together, honestly I’m with the hyungs on this one, especially Jimin (where he says JK is putting all their previous problems on her mental health issues). They might not have had the best approach (I’m looking at tough love Yoongi), but doing anything that’ll lead to JK feeling ambushed will honestly make him double down and want to prove a point. I’m not sure I’d react any differently than they did however tbh, they literally had to watch someone they love and feel responsible for, breakdown and fall apart, helpless to stop any of it. And they’re expected to just be accepting of him going back to what was essentially his trigger without any proper development or growth on his part, simply because he is an adult? No way. He legit could have died and they wouldnt have known, I’m referring to when he had that bad reaction to the drugs in his apartment and they all thought he was hooking up.

Honestly, I love them together, and I’m really loving Sasha’s progress and honesty. But tbh, JK never actually worked through their break up. He went from doing drugs and women, to almost oding and then pining after Sasha so fast, it was like whiplash.

Moving on, what Michele did was just not it at all. I loved Namjoon’s maturity in this book and the differences between his actions and Michele’s are very apparent. Michelle had no problem telling her best friend’s private business to a guy she just started hooking up with, while Namjoon remained mum about JK’s downward spiral. Also, the way he kept on referring to Michelle as just a fwb shows he would easily drop her to protect his group. Meanwhile, aunt Michelle is busy telling someone she betrayed “if it makes you feel better, we’re fighting now”. Da f*ck? Its the audacity for me 😂 . Anyway friends fuck up too but, this shit needs a serious apology to even begin to rebuild that trust.

I wish JK and Sasha the best, but all I see right now is a train wreck waiting to happen if things are not handled delicately. If it weren’t you writing this, I would have stopped reading because it started to feel like unhealthy relationship habits were being romanticized. But it’s you 🦊, and one thing I can trust is the realism in your stories and how you tackle important issues about building healthy relationships, love and trust.

I’m looking forward to the next chapters. Apologies for any typos, I’m a bit calmer now with my friend, but I’m not the best typist when I’m upset.

🥂

I appreciate the trust!! It's true --I HOPE-- that when something feels off or unhealthy or not quite right in one of my stories, it's intentional and something thes tory will be addressing in some way, whether that's a character calling it out, or the characters themselves need to grow past it, etc. I try not to be preachy with my writing, but I do want my characters to wind up in happy, healthy relationships, so if we aren't there yet, it's not the end!

I had expected some comments like this! And there are soem over on ao3 too, so you aren't alone with your reservations. I think there are some readers who are optimistic and some are pessimistic and some are skeptical and it's all good, I don't mean any reader is reading the "right" way or anything like that. I expected to get called out more than I did on how quickly JK went from "nearly ODing" to "staking out the coffee shop, ready to be a devote boyfriend to Sasha." But... yes, all intentional 😉

I'm so sorry to hear about your fight with your friend! I hope that's able to resolve the best way you need soon and it doesn't remain a sore spot for you for long!

#flux #asks

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fruitbur · 4 years ago

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And you're worth more than your body. F*ck anyone who ever made you feel otherwise. I won't pretend I know how you feel, because I don't. But, if it helps you to feel less alone, my birthday is coming up soon too. People keep asking me what I'm going to do to celebrate, when all I really want is to pretend it's not happening. My older sister passed away just before her 23rd birthday. I'll be turning 23, and it hurts to know that I'll officially be older than my older sister. (4/6)

jesus.. yeah anon, i feel the same way. every year i feel so guilty that i can't spend my birthdays with Tori. god i know she would have wanted a big birthday for our 16th. and she'd want to drive around for 18th maybe. i know how much these things would mean to her. i hate my birthday because everyone around me can get to go places (disney, parks, a different state or country) but every year i just sit home crying that she can't be here with us.

i used to dance, did it for 12 years before i quit. she was the reason, always joining something new. when she died, i kept going. i had to. that was our Thing™️ and i wasn't going to give it, until i did.

but yeah anon we think the same when it comes to our birthdays.

(4/6)

#ask alec #alec answers #alec speaks #alec talks #alec won't shut up #alec can't sleep #alec loves music anon #alec loves his anons #music anon

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justwritingforfun · 5 years ago

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YOU!

As we walk in into the mansion, we hear nothing. Wil, Marvin and Chase looked confused until we saw glitch's and red and blue lights.

"F*CK YOU DARK!!" we hear someone yelled from a room in the mansion, The guys looked at each other with worried look and started running to the voice.

"Tori lets follow them!" Ophelia said pulling me to follow the guys 'it's not like you will give me a say' I thought as we run to find the guys, 'it's hard to run in a dress that goes to the floor',

We find the guys with more guys a lot more guys and they are holding two people back from each other, to the left I see Chase and Marvin and three other guys try to hold back someone that glitch, before I could look to the right I hear "TORI AND OPHELIA GET OUT NOW!!" it was Wilford yelling at us, I quickly turn my head to where I heard Wil, I feel Ophelia start to shake and I can tell why, I started to shake as I feel rage fill my body as I look at HIS face "Ophelia stay here".

Ophelia pov:

I can't move or do anything as I saw his face again after all these years, after all these years I am terrified to see him again, I hear Tori "Ophelia stay here" with rage in her voice, I can't answer her as she pulled out of my hold on her arm. I see purple flames start to form on Tori as she walked to Wil and Him. He was being held back by ten or so other people but the let go as Wil yelled.

Wil tried to stop Tori "Tori stop, you need to stop now please....Tori what?"Wil was confused as he saw the purple flames,

"out of the way William, I don't want to hurt you" Tori's voice change it was more of an echo, Wil didn't move, he tried to pull her away, I thinking back to me but as he grabbed her arm it burn him, he didn't get to yell out in pain as I watch him being held down on the wall next to them in a blink of a eye "sorry William but you didn't move" all the guys looked shocked.

"Dark do you know her?" one of the guys around him asked.

"So that is why William didn't want me to meet you, Damien and Celine or 'Dark', do you even remember me and Ophelia" Tori was now in front of dark and I haven't moved yet but I know that the other guys have move over to me, one of them is holding Wil who is awake but is in a lot of pain.

"Tori so good to see that you and Ophelia are alive and out of that mirror" Damien or Dark said as the room become darker.

Tori's pov:

'I'm going to kill him'. The fact that he knew we were stuck in the that void call the mirror and he didn't help get us, enraged me, I can feel the flames grow hotter and bigger "YOU KNEW WE WERE STUCK AND YOU DID NOTHING!! I SHOULD KILL YOU!" I screamed at him as I screamed he was pushed back to the wall behind him, he let out a painful grunt, I keep him there with my powers that I learnt the mirror, with him pinned to the wall I run up and punch him in the jaw, I can't stop I just keep punching him and he didn't try to fight back "YOU KNEW! YOU DIDN'T TRY TO HELP US!! YOU DESERVE THIS!!".

I kept screaming at him, I feel tears run down my face but I don't stop, the hold on him had loosen but he stay in place letting my take my anger out on him.

"Tori..stop...please" I hear Ophelia behind me, I let out a loud scream as I hit Dark one last time as I stop the flames died down, I'm breathing really hard though my tears, I look down at Dark to see the damaged, he has a black eye, he is bleeding out of his nose and mouth, his mouth is cut and swollen and he has bruises all the place, even though I just beaten him, he looked up as he fell down and smiled at me.

I cried harder "you little monster, don't cry" I slowly walked away, I feel someone behind me,

"Ophelia..." she grabbed me pulling me out of the room.

#markiplier egos #the Viewers #jacksepticeye egos #wkm DA #wkm

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tenshibeth1 · 5 years ago

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Fic Writer Meme

Thanks for the tag, @chierafied ! <3

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Author Name:

Here and a few other places my author name is Tenshibeth1, which was a username I'd created back in high school some...gosh, ten years ago now? Time flies! But, it was created in part by my group of friends then. I was in the goth group, but they always said I was the nicest and most innocent of the group, like an angel. My nickname in reality is Beth, short from Elizabeth, and I've always been big into Japan, anime, and manga and all, so Tenshi seemed a fitting choice to add onto my name. Tenshi means angel. The one stands for the fact that it was my first author username. Now, Reflection of a Broken Dream (RoaBD) came later in life, when I felt everything I am and was, was broken. It came after my divorce from an abusive and terrible man...he had me believing I was nothing. I could do nothing right, I was a pest to everyone, and my dreams? Get real. I could never make them come true. Writing has always been a balm for me...and even though I believed few would read or like my stuff, I did eventually begin posting stuff again. To my shock, people liked what I wrote...they wrote me such kind words and pleas for continuation. Everyone who liked and commented on the stories gave me hope again, and confidence in myself. So thank you to everyone who read and commented! I'm where I am now because of you all. ,^.^,

Fandoms You Write For:

SessKag and SessOC from Inuyasha, KuraKag and HieiKag from Yu Yu Hakusho and Inuyasha, KuraOC from Yu Yu Hakusho (although I'm not sure if I've posted any...), and, a long while back, I used to post ShinoHina from Naruto. I also wrote some KakaHina, GaaraHina, SasuHina, and ItaHina from Naruto...I don't know if I ever posted any...but I ship it.

Where You Post:

Mainly on here and on Dokuga. I once posted on Spark a long time ago...and I was posting on FFnet, but something went awry when I tried to get the app...and now I can no longer sign in to my account and no staff members will help me, so I'll probably make another account. I also have an AO3, which I need to update. ><