#folded in half like a chair

[vixen7243]

Wrong Chat: 4

Johnny x AFAB!Reader | TF141 x AFAB!Reader

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

MDNI!!!

Over the following few weeks each of the guys had planned dates, John mostly taking you shopping and buying you anything you so much as glanced at. You’d gotten to know them better and warmed up to dating them, Johnny each night you get home pampering you, and asking about the date. Any sign of hesitation or nervousness of the growing bond you were having with the others Johnny continued to hold you and reassuring his support. There’d been a few times where he even joined the dates, sometimes literally pushing you into the other guys side. Today John was picking you up from work, after talking with Johnny you agreed to spend the night with John at his place. On his way to you he had grabbed an already packed bag from Johnny of everything you would need and or want to feel more comfortable, sitting in the break room waiting for John to let you know that he was in front of your work you kept rereading the texts from Johnny.

Johnny❤️🥰: Have a good time tonight bonnie. I want ye to relax and just let Cap take care of ya. -I love ye so much, don't let yer mind wander too much bon.

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John🐻💚: Out front darling

Grabbing your work bag and clocking out you waved to some coworkers, smiling as you saw John leaning against his truck you walked up to him hugging him, "Hi."

"Hey darlin, how was your day?" Taking your bag from you he rested his hand on your back guiding you to the passenger side, opening the door for you.

"Felt long, urgh, too looong." Getting up into the truck you stretched your back and sighed smiling as John set your bag in the back seat then grabbed your seatbelt to buckle you in. Leaning in you kissed his cheek bringing your hand up to run through his beard turning his head laying a soft kiss on his lips looking into his blue eyes. You hadn't slept with any of the guys since a few weeks back wanting to take things slow to first get comfortable with everything. John had been the most gentlest with you, and going above and beyond to cater to your every need even before you think of what you want or need. "Happy now though."

You were starting to love when he gave you his same little smile, making his eyes squint a little, a little gleam in them. "Know how you feel sweat heart. You ready to go?"

"Mhm." Getting into the drivers seat he started making his way to his apartment, he and the other guys not finding much reason for a nice big home when they were gone most of the time and lived their lives at the base other wise most nights they typically just slept in their beds and left. After your first time visiting his apartment you all but rushed him to the store and bought him little things to make the place more homey, "No wonder you don't stick around much, this place is so dark and lonely. I'm going to help you change that come on." The smile never left John's face for days, you had quickly made the once dark, depressing and quiet apartment lively, welcoming and warm. John didn't care about the little trinkets, blankets pillows or anything but was just happy that with that touch of yours, you had continuously warmed up more and more with him. Your touches with him lingering, kisses longer, cuddling nearing a dangerous amount of grinding as you all but started craving him more and more.

Walking with him up his stairs, you stood to the side as he unlocked his door, letting you enter first you laughed, "John, I can untie my own shoes, you carried my bags up."

"I know what you can do darling, just let me do this yeah?" Pulling your boots off he stood up fully smiling, "I enjoy taking care of you, it doesn't bother me or anything. Come on, go sit and relax I'll put your bags in the room."

Taking defeat you walked into the living room pulling off your jacket and instead replaced it with one of John's jackets that he had conveniently left in the living on his couch. Smiling and snuggling into it as you curled up on the couch inhaling his scent you pulled your phone from your pocket and set it on the coffee table looking up to John as he walked into the room, turning the tv on. Sitting down by you, you pushed into his side wrapping your arms around his center humming as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders bringing you closer.

Playing with the edge of his shirt after slowly tugging it up and from his waist band you started feel a little nervous and antzy. Looking up at him you took in how warm he was, and big, after staring for a moment John looked down at you. "You okay darlin?"

"Hm." Pushing up along his side, you traced your hand up his side, chest and neck focused on his lips, stopping short of kissing him you looked into his eyes. "I want to kiss you."

"Yeah?" Smirking back at him you nodded your head.

"Yeah... I also... want to..." Swallowing down you looked back at his lips following his tongue as it darted out wetting his lips, "More."

"What's more darling?" He was wanting you to say it all out fully. You know that, which made it harder for you to properly and confidently say that you want him, all of him.

Tugging his collar towards you, you quickly said, "You." Before locking your lips with his, moaning as you slid yourself fully up into his lap feeling his hands grasp your hips. Tilting your head deepening the kiss you ground your hips into his feeling as he pushed up into you. “John, I want you. Please?”

Groaning John kissed along your jaw then down your neck, “You’ve got me darling, whatever you want, I’ll give to you.” Huffing against him you started undoing your pants before his hands covered yours, removing them for you, helping you stand as he grabbed both your pants and underwear and pulled them down. As you stepped forward to get back into his lap, he went to grab his jacket off of you but you stopped him.

“Can I wear it, please?” Tugging the collar up over your mouth and nose you blushed.

Smirking as he pushed the edge up a little he kissed your stomach and pulled you fully into his lap, “You’ll have me wrapped around you, but if you want to keep it on that’s fine.” Arching into his hand as he slid his hand between your legs slipping his finger between your folds, circling your clit, your arousal coating his finger. "Already this wet baby? God, so beautiful darling. Look at you." Grinding into his hand you pushed your hands up into his hair, holding the back of his neck kissing his neck moaning into his ear.

"John, feels so good." Jerking your hips down as his finger slid up into you, he groaned, letting you push and grind into his hand and crotch. "Can I cum, please? I want to cum, John urgh, need you please."

"Already baby? Go ahead sweetie, cum for me." Grabbing your hip and helping you grind into him he started pumping his hand into you, sliding another finger into you, you leaned fully into him huffing as you came. Slowly working your hips John prolonging your orgasm, coaxing you through it he groaned into your ear making you shiver, "That was so good darling." Sitting up looking down as he slid his fingers out of you, opening your mouth you leaned sucking his fingers into your mouth grinding back into him moaning. Looking through your lashes you clenched around nothing as his jaw tensed, "Needy little thing tonight aren't you?" Nodding your head around his fingers you squealed as he pushed up against your core pulling his fingers from your mouth gripping your hips forcing you to dry hump against him.

You felt like a hormonal teenager panting and grinding with him on his couch, giggling as you could already feel your second orgasm building. "Gonna... oh John." Pulling the bottom of his jacket up you could see the big wet spot already forming on him, "John."

"Don't pay it no mind darling, keep going, use me." Rolling your hips you groaned pushing your knees full against the back of the couch gasping as you felt his zipper graze your clit. Rolling your eyes up you arched your back to drag along him as much as possible cumming. Gushing into his lap you whined twisting your waist as he continued to move your hips along him. Catching your breath you leaned into him as he turned and laid you into the couch, bunching up his coat and your tank top pushing them up over your chest, and tugging your bra under you tits, sucking a nipple into his mouth he hummed.

"Don't you want me t-"

"No, just lay here and let me pleasure you darling, you deserve it. Now. Take it." You almost came from that alone, you were already getting addicted to how this man was treating you. Letting yourself sink into the cushions you held the coat up for John moaning as he twirled your nipple in his mouth, using one hand between your thighs teasing your sensitive clit. Feeling foggy in your mind, unable to think of anything you pushed your fingers through John’s hair, caressing his head moaning as he switched his attention to your other breast, sliding himself down slightly pushing your thighs wider around him. His full body weight laid on you pinned you between him and the couch, and as he slid his free hand between the two of you slipping his two fingers around your clit before slowly thrusting them into you.

As you tried to arch up into him to gain more friction you shoved your head back deeper into the cushions whining, "John, more." Feeling him chuckle while still having his lips wrapped around your nipple you pouted looking down at him clenching around his fingers realizing he was starring up at you, his pupils dilated, the blue a thin rim around black. Wrapping your legs around him you huffed as you felt close to cumming around his fingers, clenching when he slid another finger in stretching you groaning around your nipple as you started gushing him, shoving your hips up into him you grunted as his fingers continued pushing deep into you prolonging your orgasm. Removing his hand from your breast he slid his arm under and around your waist tugging you up and to him, angling your hips. Popping your nipple out of his mouth he huffed, kissing your cheeks then you, you gripped his hair trying to keep him there, whimpering against his lips as he went to move away.

After a little more tug, he leaned back looking down at you, your eyes glossy, nipples glistening from his spit and your hips, now no longer pinned under him, moved along his fingers quickly, your arousal coating his hand and dripping onto the couch, a delicious wet spot growing under you. "Baby, you are so beautiful. I know what you want the most right now, but I want you to cum on my tongue first."

Shaking your head as you arched your back moaning cumming again around his fingers you cried out stopping your hips. Looking up to him you swallowed thickly, "Please John, just fuck me, I can't...Please?"

As John slid your hips moving them to the edge of the couch he got comfortable kneeling on the ground before you, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders he smiled up at you, "I know you can take more than that darling, you'd shown that when we all had you under us for the first time. Come on, darling, just give me a few more." Sucking your clit into his mouth you both groaned, pushing both of your hands into his hair and tugging him against your core started grinding into his mouth and huffed as he pushed his fingers back into you thrusting them.

As you neared another blinding orgasm your phone dinged a few times, John's following. Looking away from John, you watched as he grabbed around, finding your phone and handed it to you, "Go ahead baby, who is it?"

"The, oh god urgh, the guys are t-texting the group, fuuck John." Squeezing your thighs around his head you pulled his hair feeling him groaned into you.

"What are they saying, hun?"

Rolling your eyes you moaned and looked at your phone unlocking it and read the texts.

Johnny❤️🥰: How's evrytin goin? Simon💀😈: Why bother them, they're probably makin out Kyle🧢🤗: Eh, now I feel lonely 😣 Johnny❤️🥰: How do ye think I feel? Beds gonna be cold tonight🥶 Simon💀😈: You get her every night, stop bein a baby

John kissed your inner thighs, "Show them what were doing baby."

"Are you sure?" As John slotted his mouth back over your slit and slid his tongue into you he nodded his head. With a shaky hand, you opened the camera and with your tits out you angled your camera to get them and John eating you out in view. Spreading your legs you moaned as he pulled back a little his tongue and soaked beard visible his fingers disappearing into you. Taking the picture you sent it, guiding him back to you, "I'm close John, please don't stop." The phones dinged again but you waited, pushing your hips more into John chasing your orgasm, jerking against his mouth gushing on his tongue. He slurped your cum up humming as he eased you through it.

Sitting up John tugged his shirt up over his head, before undoing his pants standing up in front of you, you couldn't look away, sitting up you pushed his hands away and tugging his jeans down freeing his red aching cock. Sucking the tip into your mouth you moaned looking up into his eyes taking more of him into your mouth as you handed him your phone, wrapping your hand around his base moaning around him. John grunted as he looked at the messages that came through.

Kyle🧢🤗: GORGEOUS! Damnit the cap is lucky😣 Johnny❤️🥰: Shit bonnie, gonna make it a long night for me, why send such a tease???🫠 Simon💀😈:Fuck, lovie, always know how to make an appearance Kyle🧢🤗: I volunteer as tribute for you next round gorgeous, let me know when and where -Promise I'll be better!!!😫😫🫡🏃🏾‍♂️🙏🏾🧎🏾‍♂️

John smirked as he grabbed the side of your face and brought you a little further down him, you grunted as he hit the back of your throat looking up to your phone with a few tears streaking down your cheeks. Hearing the camera click you moaned and bobbed your head as he sent the picture and then dropped your phone back to the table as both phones continued to ding but you guys didn't check. Too drawn into each other as John thrusted a few times into your throat being pulling out all together and grabbed your chin tilting you up kissing you moving you back to lay on the couch again. Kicking his jeans off fully he situated himself between your thighs, pushing one knee to your chest he guided his cock right to your entrance before slowly pushing in, your back rising from the couch and your hips dipping.

"Hold on baby." God if he didn't stop call you that in his timbre voice you were going to cream around his cock, you were getting so addicted to his voice and his praise. "So amazing, perfect little thing taking me." Nodding your head you sucked in air as he continued to thrust in, easing more and more into you till he bottomed out and rocked into you.

"John, fuck, I'm going to cum. Please just cum with me, please." You closed your eyes tight trying to hold off, even though he was hard and twitching inside you, the smirk he gave you only told you that he wasn't planning to finish so soon. Moaning as his thumb drew tight circles around your clit you tried to twist against him, your walls clamping tightly around him as the head of his cock rubbed your cervix. Huffing and groaning you came, shaking under him, broken pleas for him to not stop, eyes rolled up, drool coming from the corner of your mouth. Grabbing the back of your other thigh he pushed both of your knees up to your chest bending you in half throwing all his weight into each thrust, skin slapping against skin your mind jumbled into nothing as his cock bullied into you completely.

"I meant what I said when I first had you like this under me darling. I want you nice and round with my babe, fuck, you'll look so breath taking. I know it. Come on, take all of it, I want you more than you know. You're all I can think about." Whining under him you tried to focus your vision but it was so blurry from the tears, you wondered if the whole task force shared the desire to breed as strongly, knowing that if they did, your pussy was going to be more than properly filled and used by all of them. Sooner rather than later you could bet that they're obsession to get you pregnant will happen and the thought made your walls flutter around John's cock. "Just like that baby, milk this cock, it's all yours. Go on."

Gasping you clenched around him and squirted, cumming hard, vision blacking out as you nearly screamed under him. Grunting, John continued to pump himself into you riding your orgasm out, unrelenting as he pushed his chest down on you, putting his forearms beside your head. "J-JOHN FUCK, YES, PLEASE, BREED ME! FILL ME, FUCK THERE!"

Kissing you, he moaned against you, hips slowly loosing their rhythm as he could feel his balls tightening, cock twitching in your spent walls, he never wanted to pull out of you. If he could he would live between your thighs, call himself blessed, and never leave you. Grunting against your lips he looked into your eyes, wiping your tears, "I will baby, fuck, I'll give your everything, you name it. God, what ever you need, I'm yours, fuck, I'll breed you just how you want." Pushing his hips flesh against you he stilled emptying his ball into you, pumping a few times to make sure it would go as deep as possible, filling you up.

Bringing each leg down slowly he set them on either side of his hip, continuing to slowly pump himself empty, before pulling you up to him and falling back laying you on him. Resting your head on his chest, you twirled the tips of your fingers through his chest hair catching your breath. "Did you mean what you said?"

Stroking your hair, rubbing his hand up and down your back he hummed, "What?"

"What you said? About... being mine?"

Chest bouncing as he chuckled you rested your chin on his pecs looking at him curiously, pouting slightly, "Oh darling, I meant every single word I said. You've been a rooted thought since the day Johnny brought you to the pub to meet us, even came back here and fucked my hand because of how much I wanted you."

Blushing at his words, you bit your lip and smirked crossing your arms and burying your face, "Oh."

"Oh? Oh? That's it?"

"I don't know, I didn't know that, but, I also, thought about you." You're voice was quiet and muffle but he heard, and his heart skipped a beat and chest rose with pride as he squeezed you against himself a little more.

"Sorry darling, but that just got me ready for another round." Pulling you up he lined his cock back up with your entrance as you looked down at him surprised.

"What, wait? I need a mi-" Gasping as he thrusted up into you, you moaned as he guided your hips on him.

The night was long as John made you squirt on his couch one more time before pounding you into his bed making you tell him of all the times you and Johnny talked about how he would use you to get off. All the while the other lads were still texting, separately sending you pictures of their cum filled hands, telling you of everything they had planned for you when they had you in their beds.

Just make sure you do a lot of stretching.🙈

Part 5

So ready to be bred and used, even more so for what the others have in store🫠. Hopefully this was good for you all.🤗

[blank-house]

Sorry for the suggestive ask 😇 but i just NEED to know about the classic question: who's top bunk, who doesn't care and who prefers bottom bunk? (iykyk)

oh, i see what you're putting down.

elio prefers to be in the top bunk because he likes to feel tall. also, he used to jump off the top bunk as a kid. king of the mountain shit.

jamie is also usually in the top bunk because he can get down way easier than everyone else on account as being tall as shit. percy will reluctantly settle for the bottom bunk on account of not really having a dog in this race, but if given the opportunity would pick the top bunk too. he likes high places.

i like to imagine that the plan was, prior to jamie coming into the picture, that elio and percy shared one room of their apartment and had a bunk bed that looked like these:

their actual bedrooms that they occupy now were probably used as a game room or a storage bay for percy's tj maxx purchases until he could figure out where to put them.

no, but really. they lived in normal dorm housing until they got the house. elio's probably the only one who's ever had a bunk bed.

[razzledazzle-pop]

10.10.2024 - Cool down sketch (she's been on my mind again the last couple of days...Felt cute, might finish it later 😋🌟💫).

[resident-rats]

The exact face I pull while writing graphic smut

[hunsa-jars]

You cannot trust your ancient nonbinary characters from indie games with me, I'm afraid we'd roll into the distant fog never to be seen again

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

do you think leonardo or comte is older? i can’t remember it being specified but i’m not sure. i mean we have leonardo’s age but how old is comte??? i haven’t played comte’s route so idk if cybird mentioned it or made one up but his real historical birthday/place was pretty much unknown i think??? thoughts?

I always thought Comte was the older of the two? But to be honest I was never sure if that was just my bias talking or it was actually the case. So naturally, because I am So Normal, I did a little digging through all the stories I've read up to this point to see if there were any concrete indicators. The most promising lead I was able to find was from the "Tell Me Your Story" collection event.

Meta under the cut, since I was left unsupervised and it got long:

The contents that are most pertinent to what I have to say are as follows:

In this story, Comte speaks a little bit about his childhood because MC found him playing the violin. He talks about how he originally trained as a young boy on an instrument called "a rebec." Mind you, Comte says that he still has the first one he ever bought--he remembers because he acquired it the day he was told he would stop aging forever. In due course he takes it out to show her--and later plays for her, at her request.

Now, looking at all the facts. The violin was said to be introduced between 1540 and 1560, roughly speaking (I'm not a historian, this is all based on rudimentary research). This doesn't tell us too much though, as Comte does say the instrument he trained on and first purchased was much older. Many sources show the rebec dating back as early as the 10th century (meaning anywhere from 900-1000) in Spanish courts, a supposed mashup of the Arabic rebab and the Eastern European lira. The clearest written records (the few that exist) begin from the early 12th century and on, though it was at the height of its popularity towards the 15th/16th century.

Aside from the fact that that's fuckin crazy, that would place Comte as being born anywhere from 900-1100 (1200-1500 at the very latest). Now I know what you may be thinking. How the hell does that narrow anything down, Minnie?

Given the cultural implications surrounding the rebec's emergence, the context actually does allow certain tentative conclusions to be drawn. I've seen indications that musical talent with a rebec was considered a big deal as an indicator of wealth/higher status in the earlier years of that time frame. Taking Comte's childhood into account--that he was raised to effuse aristocratic breeding and poise--I think that makes it highly unlikely he was learning when it was most associated with street performers (during the latter portion of my posited time frame). Everything about Comte's family pretty much screams old money (aka wealth they were born into, not curated during the rise of the mercantile class trying to be posers), so I really can't see them raising their son to play commoner music.

Another very telling bit lies in the phrasing of how he found the instrument: "he discovered the old rebec among other goods from a foreign trader." Remember that in the latter end of the time frame, it was so commonplace it could probably be found among local vendors/craftsmen--there would be no need for them to be imported from foreigners. I imagine his family only had access to the instruments in accordance with their social standing; naturally the rich would have their connections, but not just anybody would have the money or means to get their hands on one.

If my beginner's dive isn't too far off the mark, that would make Comte anywhere between approximately 400-1000 years old. I get this hunch that he's probably somewhere in the middle, I just don't know where exactly. I wish I had a better estimation since that's a pretty huge range, but considering the lifespan of the rebec it's hard to tell.

The only great anachronism in all this is the existence of Comte's pocket watch which was gifted to him by his tutor (I believe that's what she was, I know it was one of the human people in his house when he was young). The first pocket watch is said to have been created in Germany in 1510 (and shortly after distributed in Italy), but honestly it feels a bit out of place compared to all of the other evidence available to us. If that's the case, then Comte could have been born in the 1490s (since he received it when he was like 12, somewhere around there). Honestly I do feel the game suggests that he's older than that, so there's some dissonance there. But I leave that up to personal interpretation, since I'm not 100% sure about it either.

Lowkey, I feel like they might have gone so hard with the timepiece imagery for Comte that they forgot the historical practicalities attached to them, so that's half the reason I don't know what to do with this information. I get that vibe of like something something rich people cop out, unless purebloods have weirdly long childhoods--

Leonardo I don't have as many receipts because I'm just a poor Comte stan trying to live (his collection stories are pain), but if we go by the indication that his in-game life loosely follows the historical figure and simply continues on with his faked death, that means he was likely born somewhere around 1452. I can't remember super clearly, but for whatever reason my only memory of age indicators for Leonardo was around 400 or so (which tracks with that interpretation). That would actually make him potentially younger than Comte, younger than I initially anticipated. Or, if Comte was born on the latter end of my estimations, they are at the very least close in age.

Also please don't hesitate to let me know if I'm missing any receipts on Leonardo, I have only one brain cell and she is trying so hard, my friends

As to the place of Comte's birth I haven't the slightest clue about that. It's pretty obvious he's of European ancestry, but as to where he was born/raised exactly, it's difficult to tell. Given all the talk of the rebec there's a decent likelihood he originates from the Mediterranean area/Southern Europe, as it is an Arabic instrument by origin that was adapted into something new by Spain. (This could mean he was born anywhere between France, Spain, Italy, or even the countries a little further up or closer to the Middle East.)

I considered Northern Europe/England, but honestly the evidence doesn't really seem to lean in that direction. Comte mentioned that he once lived in England and made friends there, but the way he talks about makes it sound like he was a visitor/traveler, not a native. And frankly, Comte isn't insufferable enough to be English lmao, he has a conscience. There is actually some tentative evidence for Irish descent, as the vampy mind persuasion/compulsion is termed "geas" in the game, which is a word that stems from Irish gaelic/folklore. The only reason I don't think there's a real connection is that there's no further evidence tying Comte to Ireland; and I don't think the etymology necessarily guarantees ancestry (though there is something to be said about the Irish gothic and vampiric origins).

Admittedly it feels like the game makes his nationality vague on purpose, and I think this has a two-part intention. The first is that historically he was shrouded in a great deal of mystery, so it only makes sense they would be reluctant to name a singular place. The second is that--and I don't remember where the screenshot is, I saw it a while ago--the game describes him as belonging to no one place (that he belonged to all and none). Keeping his character construction in mind, I feel like this aligns with his general theme of contradiction. He's a greater vampire who prefers to keep company among humans, he's a powerful being with a fragile/sensitive heart, he has strong convictions but hesitates constantly, he's able to blend in almost everywhere he goes but never truly feels like he belongs. It would only make sense, narratively speaking, to keep with that motif/trend.

Also quick aside, because I can't help the music nerd in me. Rebecs are bitchin?????? Holy shit slay. Fun fact: they appear to have been primarily used for festivities, played for dancing. That gives a whole new impression to the fact that he bought one the moment he found out he would never age any further. I guess I just think about how that's a pretty joyous purpose for the music (beyond the pedigree aspect). That he clung to this specific artifact as a way to remind himself of his connection to humanity, that it was about people gathering and enjoying each other's company (and yet at the same time, all the political games that come with such leisure)...what a reflection of who he is today. I think it's fascinating how much people are at the heart of his personal motivations and feelings, considering how easy it is for purebloods to become lone wolves (power and secrecy would lend itself to that.) Instead, Comte chooses to hide in plain sight and actively works to stay engaged in the times and among the population. Then again, if I were hundreds of years old I would probably also beg for a distraction from the encroaching madness so like ajkhslgfkjhfslakjh it's very sweet but also mood...

In short:

Thank you for the ask, lovely!! 💛💛💛💛 I hope this answers your question? I love any excuse to talk about my one and only 👀💍

[whimsicalcotton]

tfw you and your alternate polar opposite choice making self won't stop getting into shouting matches whenever you see each other

[trenchcoatsbi]

arugh. /vvpos

found gif set of Racer and oh my goodness. i am so gay. how can an aroace be this fucking gay.

*head in hands*

hi. I'm not normal about Racetrack. in a good way. but oh my goodness. - Voidling Anon

haha god that is so felt... (<- saw a piece of fanart of a girl i liked and I've been going insane for the past like two hours about it)

[crow-of-crochet]

My dnd character lost his leg last session. I'm so excited for the consequences

[therighthandofvengeance]

Ivanova: I did not spend my childhood carrying more chairs than I should have— out of spite— from my schoolteachers asking for help from some “big, strong boys” to rearrange the chairs in the room just to be confined by the stupidity of the patriarchy and its subsequent heteronormativity.

[omnifobia]

top 10 cosmic horrors who will be SO normal when the unicorn will arrive

[moonspower]

you aint gon get a damn thing outta me sunday wise cuz vi that dude that's on tinder and his profile says:

i'm not here to fuck, i'm not here to talk, i'm not here to make friends, i don't want you to even look at me. if you contact me, i will kill you.

[dark-elf-writes]

Okay other characters for bingo. All Might and Bakugou, pretty please 💛

You trying to get me canceled by the girlies aren’t you? That being said:

Bakugou

Had potential but was ultimately lost on me because of he was handled. Don’t get why he’s so popular. Tortured a kid who adored him for a decade because he didn’t go to therapy and I’m supposed to be okay with that? Will not get out of my head and I would like him evicted.

All Might:

Somehow both pathetic and rage inducing. I can understand him better? Have seen a few good Dadmight things but it’s not really my cup of tea. Would punt him if given a chance. Also had a lot of potential but in the end it didn’t land with me. The idea of Symbol vs Person would have been nice to den explored. Gives off internalized homophobia vibes.

[screampied]

‘ MAKE ME JUNO! 𝜗𝜚

𓉸ྀི sum. when he’s just so fine that you’d let him make you juno . . you know. toji, sukuna, choso, geto, gojo.

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, baby fever, breedīng kinks, wife! reader, talks of pregnancy, size kinks, manhandling, praise, overstim, toy usage, bōob fondling, impact play, spīt, true form! sukuna, tummy bulges, multiple rounds, squīrting, degredation, talking through it.

➤ kinktober mlist.

☠︎ SUGURU GETO.

��a baby, huh?” geto whispers as he allows his dark irises to maunder down your body. even as you’re dumbed down from his dick, you looked so effortlessly pretty – sprawled all out on the velvet–red sheets and folded out up like a chair. geto’s warm body was so close up against yours while his weight’s just hovering over your frame. as his cock’s stilled tucked inside, he pants heavily, pausing his rigid thrusts. you let off a soft whimper as your body acclimatizes against the lewd angle—he’s got you in a mating press and you’ve never felt more stuffed. with shallow airy breaths, geto licks a long stripe near your neck. “ ‘s that what you really want, sweetheart? a pretty round tummy jus’ for me to see?”

gazing into his dark half-open eyes, your weak arms sling over his tense shoulders. “y- yes, gimme a baby sugu,” and he leans into your soft touch once he sees you twirling a long strand of his black hair around your finger. with an impish yet needy expression, you lean into his ear, whispering, “make me a mommy, suguru. please.”

and that’s all he needed to hear — because within seconds, he’s got you flipped over, face smushed into the pillows and ass right perked up . . just for him.

“alright, princess. don’t say i didn’t warn ya, heh.”

whenever geto’s got you in doggystyle—you just knew you were gonna be stuffed full. to the brim, and saying that his hips were mean and ruthless was nothing more than an understatement. each smack and whack against both pounds of skin rings through your ears as your cheek shoves itself into the plush covered pillows. “fuh—fuck!” you’d squeal, gasping at the curve of his cock and how it punctuate every thrust. with ease, he’s just rummaging through your cunt while his hilt presses up against your ass.

wanton whimpers glissade past your glossed lips as he’s got a big hand clasping onto your right ass cheek, another on your rickety unsteady hip. back and forth, back and forth—he’s reeling you back into him while your moans ring across the paper thin walls. “that’s it pretty girl. hng, take it,” he huffs in a raspy tone, feeling the hard mighty clashes of both hips slam into each other at full speed. a collision, he’s plummeting his cock into you so deep that your knees were already starting to buckle. a hand wraps around your neck, giving you a soft teasing pull backwards. “fuck, drenchin’ me so good. my own personal waterpark.”

“sugu—suguruuu,” you whine in broken sobs, drooling from the thick stretch of his cock. geto’s flushed crown repeatedly jackhammers itself against your precious g-spot. every few seconds, you’re letting off cute cacophonies of ‘ahhh’s’ and ‘oooh’s’ whilst you’re trying to keep up with his ravaging pace. geto grunts, feeling you soak around him as a lightning shaped vein that runs down his weighty shaft tickles you from the inside. “fuuuck, fuck me,” and you sound like a broken record.

“less talkin’ more hah.. taking,” and you whimper the second his hand swats against your ass. geto’s dick massages your walls so throughly that it’s got your eyes flickering backward within an instant. as he’s seducing you with just his tip that’s curling figure eights inside and out of your pussy — you’re seeing nothing but white, nearly choking on your own drool. “much better,” he grunts, reeling you further back into his honed hips. “gonna make you the prettiest mommy for me, sweet girl. all mine, all. fuckin’.. mine.”

each thrust makes you yelp out a sweet moan. every hurried thrust from geto was so so sloppy that you could almost taste each mouth-watering hit that mercilessly smacks against your core..

geto’s still got two callused hands attached to both sides of your waist as he’s pumping you full of cock. the bending hook of his crownhead splits inside of you and you’re whimpering, swallowing your pity while clinging onto the balled up bedsheets. “cum, ngh, cum inside, sugu.”

“quiet, baby. you’ll get your turn to talk,” he purrs in a low voice, spanking your ass for the nth time. you get the memo, and a moan shortly follows once your cunt loudly squelches out a cute sloppy sentence of its own. geto groans, feeling himself leisurely going toward inevitable rapture. it’s a sensitive sting that pulses straight down his thighs but he can’t stop. not when you’re clinging around his cock this good. “hah, fuck. leave it to y’r pussy to talk back when i tell you to be quiet, sweetheart,” he snickers, and you moan once he drags a thumb down your sobbing glossed slit. so drenched—and not before long, geto’s cumming too .. hard.

thick goopy ropes spray inside of you, shooting deep into your womb and it’s hot. your legs can’t help but shudder as you’re lazily arched over, feeling the stings still linger against your ass even after he’s caressing a palm over your bare skin.

“f.. fuck,” you whine out, feeling your hips grind back into him while he’s slowing down. geto groans, and it’s so much—satiny remnants of sleek cum dribble out of your pudgy folds as he’s plugging you in and he can’t help but stare. such a pretty sight. but as you’re panting, trying to catch your breath, geto watches as you try to reach down between your legs.

as a hand creeps down between your thighs, you moan, trying to touch the drooling mess that’s oozing between your own sticky legs—all until your hand’s met with a rude ‘smack!’ that snatches out a sweet surprised mewl from you.

“ah, ah, girl,” geto tsks, shaking his head as a cunning grin spreads against his lips. as sweat pours down each side of his face, he pushes you further into the velveteen-covered pillows. “no touchin’ my pussy. you should know that by now,” and you could still feel him dumping such wads of cum inside of you. the thought of carrying geto’s baby made you throb—and you only wanted more by the second. he leans all the way in, making his pelvis glue against yours before he softly nips near your neck.

“ ‘m not done though, princess,” he huffs and you gasp once he flips you over, gazing at the masses of cum that drizzles down the crevices of your thighs. “still got so much more love to give,” and he leans in to playfully bite your lip. “sloppy girl.”

☠︎ TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“y’er baby fever’s actin’ up again, isn’t it, babygirl,” toji snickers, staring at your bare perked ass.

you’re still panting heavily—feeling the sticky mess dribble down between the corners of your thighs. he’d just came so much inside, and his favorite thing to do afterwards was to admire his handiwork. with a sly grin indenting across his scarred lips, he smears a thumb down your weeping cunt. “got some nerve askin’ for another baby,” and you moan once he gives your tender clit a light pinch. “heh, not that i’d mind..”

with dark bangs running down his eyes, he glances at your sopping cunt that’s continue to drip out remnants of his feverish hot cum. wads of it – velvety ribbons pour out of you and all you do is just sit there with that same dick-drunk expression, trying to chase after your own breaths. “f.. fuck,” you moan out, whimpering the second you feel his thick cock gradually pull its way out of you. once his reddened tip exits out of your pussy with a loud sloppy ‘pop’, you feel that familiar seizing in your stomach starting to commence.

“whaaat a fuckin’ mess,” he gruffs, and within a second, toji’s got you turned over. toji always treated you like a doll in bed – literally. to be more specific, a rag doll. he’d toss and turn you all around, fucking you in any and every position possible if it meant filling you up with ropes ‘n ropes of his hot sticky cum. as he starts to realign himself again, he wraps a hand around his hardened twitching shaft, pumping it a few times. a long vein prods against his sweaty palm and he groans, watching you lie there so pretty, oozing out his cum with your legs sprawled open. “fuck, touch y’rself for me, baby girl. stick those cute fingers inside.”

“but—”

“stick ‘em in,” he repeats, playfully smacking his tip against your soddened folds. you whimper, feeling his fat cock graze against your tender flesh. you wanted him to finish fucking you, and toji always did this—teasing you randomly, getting off to that little pout that forms across your lips and the whine that drags out your throat whenever you don’t get your way. he presses his perfectly chiseled chest against yours before whispering hoarsely. “tch. can’t hear all of a sudden, mama? i gotta do it for you?”

“want your cock, not my fingers,” you chastise in a cute whine, leaning in to press a wet kiss against his scarred lips. toji darkly chortles, grabbing your wrist and making you feel against your sopping cunt anyway. “ngh, fuck toji,” you moan, shuddering as he guides your own fingers against your clit that’s spitting out such satiny volumes of cum. you’re lying in a puddle of your own mess, feeling his thick fingers glide down against yours. “mmh, touch me more, toji.”

with an eye roll, he slowly pins your wrists over your head, inching his head closer toward your lips. verdant eyes meet yours and he scoffs.

“shouldn’t do shit,” and he cockily hums, seeing your lips twitch once he’s only millimeters apart from shoving his tongue down your throat. you could smell the malt of beer on his breath. you whine, thinking he was about to kiss you but instead, he laughs right against your lips. “baby, you told me ‘ta give you a baby. now y’r just bein’ greedy.”

and as he continues to rub his leaky tip against your slit that’s overflowed with piles of his hot cum, he presses a kiss toward the corner of your lips. “heh, oh my. so damn cute when my wife’s angry,” he pokes fun at the pout that’s marinating against your features.

despite how you were filled to the very brim with such filthy ropes of cum—you were still aching for him to finish but toji just had to continue to be a mere tease. with a wry expression, he finally prepares himself to go back in before speaking in a husky tone. “mhm, fine,” and he rubs a big hand over your tummy, hearing you softly moan once he uses a palm to press down just a bit.

“let’s get this pretty tummy nice ‘n round again, yeah?”

☠︎ SATORU GOJO.

“oh… oh,” satoru lets off a sheepish chortle, cupping a fat piece of your ass with the palm of his hand. “you’re serious, angel?”

“yeah,” you whine, snaking your legs around his slim waist. satoru’s staring at you with wide cerulean eyes, a curving slick grin forming against his lips. he’d just got back from jujutsu tech—and he said he needed a long hot shower after dealing with tiresome enemies all day but you couldn’t wait – you needed him. you practically pounced on him the second he walked through the door, not that he even minded. satoru groans as his hardened cock digs such fat inches inside of your clingy stretchy cunt as he stills his weight. “please, ‘toru,” a soft babbling whimper leaves from your lips, and you grab his hand, making him tender rubs circle against your bare tummy. “i want a baby, now.”

with a cheeky chortle, he plants a kiss against your pouty twitching lips. “like .. now now?” and he watches as your pout grows. an almost scowl and it’s just adorable—he was always one to joke with you, even while being in between your legs. “heh, alright sweet thing. i gotcha, let’s give you that baby, huh?”

with half-lidded eyes, you watch as satoru picks up the active vibrating wand from before that was rubbing up against your sopping cunt just a few seconds ago. with ease, he’s coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you, relishing in the sloshing sounds of your pussy from each individual thrust.

“ngh, c’mon baby, want ya ‘ta get nice ‘n soaked for me,” he purrs, and as he’s still inside, gradually moving the wand up and down your sopping entrance—a milky dried up ring coated around his hefty base. you’re sticking against him so good, lathering his base with your syrupy sap before he groans. “c’mon, let me here ya.”

“sato—”

“not you, silly,” he gently flicks your forehead, guiding the rubber tip further up against the top part of your cunt. its gyrating vibrations were enough to almost cause your legs to collapse. he’s thick, stuffing you again and again with constant sloppy inches until the skin slapping against both bodies gives you whiplash—again. “i was talkin’ to my other pretty girl,” and as his crystalline-colored eyes flicker further down towards your plugged dampened entrance, he swipes a thumb down your fluttering clit. a ‘pop’ leaves out of you once he slams his hips right into you, causing you to loudly squelch, soaking his entire dick in the princess. “fuck yeah, i know, i hear you,” he grunts, feeling his shaft twitching inside of you just from hearing how wet you were. satoru’s eyes still fixate at your pussy before he gives it a playful smack. “isn’t that right, princess?”

you moan—throbbing even quicker as his eyes were solely focused on your cunt, not you. like always, it caught his attention and he continues to rub the toy up and down your plushy folds, ogling as your legs shake and writhe underneath him. “toru, fuck,” you squeak, feeling the bed rigorously shake underneath you both. you wouldn’t be surprised if the hinges suddenly snapped, calling its quits. “ ‘m gonna cum,” and your voice was quiet. slowly but surely—he’s molding a little bulge from the size of his cock as he’s plummeting you deep, driving in and out and showing no signs of running out of fuel. “fuuuck!”

“i know, i know,” and his body’s so hot as it presses into you. his heat makes you hot, and you run a hand down his clenched abs, rocking into him at a much more quickened pace. raucous groans and moans fill the room as his sweat sticks against your bare skin. as satoru’s rutting into you, soft whines leaving from his lips whilst the toy hidden between your jerking legs buzzes even louder. “hng, me too. ‘m gonna give you such a good fill, baby,” but as he watches your jaw slowly sag open, he gives you a hot open-mouthed kiss. it’s sloppy, and you can’t help but moan into his mouth as his tongue tries to twist around yours. breathlessly, he’d pull away, licking near the bottom of your chin. “but you’d like that, huh? you’d like walkin’ around bein’ my pretty pregnant wife, yeah?”

“y- yesss,” you hiss, dragging out your words as his crazed tip whacks itself against your sensitive spot. again, again, and again—he’s hitting against that same spot as if it were a target. bullseye every time, and satoru gojo never ever misses. his frantic hits against your core causes your toes to curl and your back to arch even further as you’re slowly being brought closer to your orgasmic, teetering edge. “ ‘m cumming, cumming.”

once your release comes—it felt like heaven. you fall back as he’s still on top of you, trailing a slick tongue down your neck as you’re coming undone. you whine loudly and it’s an almost scream that strains your chords as his dick pulses inside of your gummy walls. “fuckin’ shit,” satoru sucks his teeth, and he finishes right with you. you’re staring at him with murky dilated pupils, clinging onto his pale shoulders right as he suddenly grows limp. “fuck,” and he grows quiet, hearing the filthy sounds of his own cum trickle its way inside of you. a lot dribbles in within a matter of seconds—reaching near the barrier of your womb with just a few sprays and you’ve never felt more full ‘n hot inside. “that’s it, wifey. take it, saved all of this j.. just for you, shit.”

loads of his cum swash around inside of your convulsing cunt as he then removed the toy from between your thighs, lying on top of you. white strands glisten against his forehead, his sweat being practically adhesive, satoru was panting just as much as you, and he leans against your chest, giving your breasts individual kisses. “s- satoru,” you whine, feeling his bucked hips give you those weak finalized thrusts. a lot spills out of you, racing down your thighs and you nibble underneath his lip. “fuck, ‘m so full.”

“bet you are,” he replies, running a clawing hand through his hair as he pivots his hips forward just a bit for the last time. you feel the extending stretch of his cock grow inside of you—and it’s enough to make your mouth water. satoru’s got heart eyes forming the more he stares at your fucked out state, and he cups your cheek. “h- heh, we should start thinkin’ of names,” and you moan once he pulls out, swiping his fat thumb against your sopping running cunt that’s oozing with his cum. “mommy..”

☠︎ CHOSO KAMO.

the minute you whine out those words to choso, ‘i want a baby,’ his brain would literally short circuit. choso’s always had a major breeding kink, and so did you.

emphasis on major – all he ever wanted to do was to see his pretty girl with a pretty round tummy. the image of it gnawed away at his thoughts and once you finally ask him to give you a baby, he nearly loses it.

“ ‘m gonna .. give you more than one,” he huffs in frantic breaths, both arms pinned at either sides of you. choso’s staring at you with wide carnal eyes, a flushed face, and twitching hot ears. “we’re gonna have so much,” he grunts, buried balls deep inside of you. your legs lock around his waist as he’s pounding you into the mattress—although, choso’s strokes was romantically slow.

he’s hitting you deep each time, and it makes you rub your ankle down his back. a slow moving pattern that makes him groan. “one isn’t enough, n- no,” he rambles, trailing his hands toward your bouncing tits. choso can’t help but imagine how full they’d get - nipples all swollen, the thought alone makes him grunt. “you—we need at least four, y- yeah. four sounds ‘bout right,” and as he’s making his cock french kiss against your throbbing nub, you let off a shrilling moan. choso captures your lips in a needy kiss as your body rocks against him. “you’re gonna make me a daddy, y’know that?”

“i.. i know, baby,” you moan, feeling his loose black strands stick against your forehead. he’s so close—choso’s hips become sloppy within seconds as he’s still got your breasts cupped in his hands. if it was anything choso would fail to do, it would be at keeping his hands to himself. he was madly in love with you, and not just you but your body also.

his favorite body part had to be your tits—he loved sucking on them, gently nibbling against your nipple, or even just resting his head against them. so soft, you were like his own personal pillow. as he’d still relentlessly giving you such thick inches of cock, choso sucks his teeth, feeling your cunt freely glue and constrict around his length. “mmf. that spot, ‘cho,” you whine, hauling your arms over his tense shoulders. “fuck, right there, baby. there.”

“y- yeah?” he moans, your own sweet noises making his dick continue to twitch further inside of you. choso’s kneading your walls as you clamp down on him—making his jaw clench tight. he looks so pretty, and he’s squeezing his eyes shut from how good you feel around him. your hips were just deadly—and the more you pictured about starting a family with choso, the more you throbbed against his fat length. choso huffs, pressing a sloppy kiss near the corner of your mouth—sadly missing your lips from just a few inches.

“hah, gonna be so pretty ‘n plump for me,” and once his tip thrashes against your g-spot, he whines against your neck. “ngh, i’d give you the world if i could. but before that— ‘m gonna give you what you want.. promise.”

choso whimpers, hiding his head between your chest — stuffing his face into your breasts. you giggle as his thrusts start to slow, that throbbing vein that steadily repeats to run down the far left side of his cock pulsating quicker. “ ‘s okay, choso, you can cum. give m- me a baby,” you whisper, feeling him latch his mouth over your perked nipples. every few seconds it pops out of his mouth due to the unsteady movements of both bodies and he pours. choso groans with a growing pout, cupping each tit in your mouth. by now, he’s humping into you as tepid lips of his hold each nipple of yours hostage. his teeth softly graze against your skin and you whimper, feeling your stomach seize. “f- fuck.”

and he’s just so into it that he ends up cumming right as he’s sucking on your breasts. a low gruttural groan comes from him as he starts to flood your womb as both hips continue to clash. choso shudders at the feeling of his orgasmic release—his tip’s a blushing red as his eyes become droopy, whining out a sweet, “f.. fuuuuck.”

the base of his cock’s swollen as it stays idle, spraying balmy ropes into your core. choso’s still sucking on each of your tits, moaning as your fingers tangle within his sable strands and he grunts. “ ‘m cummin’ so much baby, so much for you,” and as you watch his dark brows crease into a furrow, you feel the pit of your tummy coil.

it’s a feeling that tickles inside of you—and he’s buried so deep, overwhelming your cunt with such slimy ropes that end up tearing down your folds. “god,” he moans, and once he removes his wet lips from your nipple, it sounds off a loud ‘pop.’ strings of his saliva follow from your skin and he laps it up, leaning in to give you a quick kiss. “mine,” and choso can’t help but lean into your touch once you cup his face with two shaky hands.

“yours,” you repeat, returning the kiss as your legs trap around his waist. slowly, he’s still rocking into you as his bulbous tip remains to emit out velvety ribbons inside of your pussy. you smell just like choso—his sweet woody smell that clouds your brain, making you throb for even more of him. “all yours, choso.”

with a hand sliding down your chest, past the valley that reaches down to your tummy—he pauses, placing his palm on your stomach. choso whimpers against your lips, giving you one last chaste kiss - and this time, it’s much more passionate and romantic. “this is mine too,” he purrs lowly, gingerly pressing down on your stomach. “all mine.”

☠︎ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

“tsk. you really shouldn’t say such things,” sukuna grunts, slouching back against his throne. all arms of his wrap around your waist — gazing openly as you’re taking in his thick cock, his second would just be barely brushing up against the valley that runs down your ass. you whimper at his grasp, trying to writhe your hips further into him and you’re met with cold, crimson eyes and a wolffish grin. “look at me in the eyes ‘n repeat to me what you said, woman,” and with a hand gripping your chin, he softly caresses your bottom lip with his sable-colored claw. “speak.”

“i— i need you to get me pregnant, ‘kuna,” you quietly murmur, leaning into his touch.

he’s so thick, you felt his heavy sack rest underneath you as you straddled his lap, the fabric of his cottony kimono brushing against your skin. “you ‘want’? rephrase that, little girl,” and you could already feel the inside of your mouth starting to salivate at just how good he’s stretching you open. you’re gaping—shamefully listening to the sounds of your own cunt’s sloshing squelches ring through the soundproof walls of his domain. sukuna’s giving you a look that makes you pulsate—and he snickers, watching you struggle to maintain direct eye contact. “go on, use those big girl words. jus’ like i taught ya.”

“p.. please,” you moan, feeling his tip curl its way through your gummy walls. sukuna was right at his peak, just a bit of pressure and he’d be filling you up . . but, he wanted to hear those polite words leave from your lips first. as he sits on his throne with that same smug grin, he brings a hand to cling onto your waist. “cum inside, ‘kuna. impregnate me—give me a baby, sukuna.”

grunting once he feels you sitting up, you’re gushing a bit down his length and he feels the slick wetness soak around his hefty length. your lap creates an invisible translucent ring that glistens around his entire base. sukuna rubs a few callused fingers against your wailing pussy before snickering. “keh. foolish woman,” and you whine once he lifts you up with his dick still buried inside. sukuna’s shoved deep inside, churning up your insides wholly and it makes your lips part into a ‘o’. the stretch was loud—so loud that each time he expands through your walls, the squelches that leave from your cunt becomes salaciously repetitive. as the demon’s wearing you out, stretching you thin—pink brows of his furrow in pleasure as his head tilts back. “fuck, better take it then. ‘m gonna give you an extra fill this time.”

your hips were barely moving but still, you couldn’t help but slowly rock against his body. all four arms of his precariously grab and paw at your body, sending you chills at something as simple as his touch. as sukuna’s dick resumes to rummage through your cunt as if it’s searching through every sopping orifice, you feel one of his hands grab at a nice piece of your ass.

“f- fuck, ‘m gonna cum, ‘kuna,” you whine, the snugness of his dick between your walls creating a tender fluttering feeling deep in the pits of your tummy. he’s so deep, and the more you thought about baring his offspring makes you ache and yearn for more. “c.. cumming.”

your orgasm slams into like a truck—it’s unpredictable and at full speed. sukuna growls against your ear, and he ends up finishing at the same time as you. the fervor was almost too much to bare, and he groans at the way your ass sloppily jerks forward into him. steadily, his jutting dick stills inside of you as it’s spraying out thin ribbons of cum – and it’s a lot. as you’re straddling the curse, he digs his claws into your ass, feeling your slobbering-filled cunt clench around him.

“hng, curses,” he grunts lowly, his cock gradually turning flaccid inside of you. it starts to spill down your thighs as runny globs race down the crevices of your legs. you end up moaning, pressing a sloppy kiss against his lips. sukuna’s blood-red eyes roll back but he returns the gesture, allowing you to dip your tongue inside, whimpering inside of his mouth. “horny woman. you must be ovulating again,” he says between kisses, giving your ass one mean smack. the recoil makes him smirk — and you feel the sly crease of his lips against your own form into a wicked smile.

as you remain on his lap, your knees buckle and you’re still feeling sensitive. your thighs shook as you felt tender between your legs. “mmh,” you deepen the kiss, panting heavily against his own frigid breath that sets against your tongue. sukuna holds you close, still feeling spurts of his cum fill into you, all to the brim. “m.. more, ‘kuna,” you whine, breaking away briefly. strands of saliva depart as he stares at you, scoffing as you start to bounce against his lap again. “ ‘s not enough.”

“ ‘not enough,’ she says, tch. never fuckin’ satisfied,” he shakes his head with a coy grin. sukuna’s vermillion eyes flicker down toward your hand that’s reaching for his second cock that’s stacked behind the main one in front. he grunts lowly, and then before he knows it, he’s lightly pushed back against the center of his throne by you. “ughh,” sukuna leans back, looking up at you. “and what’s this?” he stares at you slowly getting up, aligning both of his dicks against your slick oozing entrances. “ah, one isn’t enough, is it greedy girl? you just wanted ‘ta be double stuffed today. ‘s that it?

tempestuously as his front cock continues to disappear inside of your folds—sukuna grunts once you push him back against the cushiony pillow. “eh. the nerve, little one,” and with a wily grin, he watches you align yourself with both leaky cocks. each soddened entrance soaks against your entrances with your slick and you moan, slinging an arm around his broad neck. “fuckin’ brat, mhm.”

as you’re barely even moving a few inches, sukuna snarls loudly the second his flushed tip thrashes by your hole. he’s sensitive, and despite his cocky words he ends up cumming not even a few moments later. sweaty viscous limbs glissade against one another as you gradually grind your hips into him. “f- fuck,” you whine, grabbing a piece of your own ass as you glance down to view the mess. he sprays in a big monstrous load, and it comes out in pretty thick ribbons. when it came to sukuna—he always came a lot, and as your cunt’s twitching around him, he feels your legs nearly giving out. “ ‘s much, ‘kuna.”

“you wanted a baby so ‘m givin’ it to you,” he groans, keen nails softly dragging down the curvature of your waist. sukuna’s throne substantially starts to growl itself due to the pressuring weight stacked upon each other, filling up the domain with its constant creaking. “ugh,” his head tilts back, and he wraps all arms around you. his second cock followed shortly after, spraying right down the valley of your ass. thin stripes of cum droop down the sides of your thighs as you sit up, watching it spill out. “don’t .. give me that look, little girl,” he swallows thickly, watching as you straighten your back — hovering over his drooling tip. “hah, what’s with the smug expression?”

“nothing,” you hum, and even as he’s still cumming, one of his cock’s buried inside just halfway - another grazing against your aching hole, he grunts from your touch. he’s weighty, and his sack hangs low due to how sensitive he was. sukuna was full and swollen—and you could tell that he had so much more to give you. “want more,” you whine, pressing a kiss underneath his crooked mouth. “heh, unless you’re too milked out, big guy.”

sukuna glares at you—but he allows you to have your way on his lap, feeling his other cock brush near the back of your sopping pussy that’s sobbing with such dewy remnants of cum. “horny girl,” he huffs, though if you squinted just enough you could see a little pout forming against his lips.

three out of four burly arms wrap around your torso, pulling you closer and you gasp—hearing your cunt squelch the second he’s aligning his second cock against your sweltering hole. “but fine then. let’s see you take both,” and as sukuna grabs your chin, pressing a wet kiss against your mouth, he whispers hoarsely against your lips. you whimper once he gently presses his claw near the center of your stomach, nibbling at your bottom lip with his fangs.

“won’t be talkin’ for long once i swell up that pretty tummy, little girl.”

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For better or for worse

I. Giri (義理・ぎり)

A complex concept of duty that indicates both the gratitude one has for an act of kindness and the obligation to carry out revenge.

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Welcome to chapter one! Just so we are on the same page, I have given papa Higuruma a name (I couldn't keep going without giving him one) and it is Hideyoshi. probably won't be used often but it is used beginning here. Thank you for reading and interacting with my work!

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The air in the meeting room was dense, a smothering blend of polished tradition and veiled threats. The large mahogany table reflected the dim chandelier light, and every throat clearing cough or shuffle of papers sounded louder than it should have in the otherwise tense silence.

Your father sat to your right, his posture statue like but his expression painfully neutral—as though the weight of his mistakes hadn’t placed you here, across from Hiromi and his father. You wished your mother could be present but duty called even when your only daughter is about to be sent off to slaughter.

Hiromi sat poised, his expression unreadable but alert, as if analyzing every twitch and breath in the room. He wore a tailored black suit, his tie perfectly knotted with a small gold insignia etched right underneath. He wasn’t just present in the meeting; he controlled a certain type of energy that was being exuded by everyone else in the room without needing to say much at all.

His slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, the gold ring he dawned on his middle finger caught the light as the small stack of papers underneath muffled the fidgeting sound from being an annoying one.

Beside him, his father, Hideyoshi, leaned back in his chair with an ease that spoke volumes about his confidence in the situation. His dark eyes, sharp like a hawk’s, flicked between you and your father as though weighing you both like goods on display. He exhaled and smiled, sitting up.

“The guest list will be finalized by the end of the week,” Higuruma’s father spoke in a smooth tone, his voice low but with diction. “A traditional, albeit modest ceremony, naturally, but one that represents the strength of what this union means for everyone involved in this alliance.”

You tensed at the word “alliance,” your hands clenching in your lap, nails digging into your palms.

Alliance—as if that was all this marriage was, a business transaction dressed in wedding attire. You’d remained quiet until now, biting your tongue despite the bile rising in your throat. But when the elder Higuruma moved on to discuss where you and Hiromi would live after the wedding, something inside you snapped.

“Shouldn’t I have a say in that?” you blurted, your voice far more powerful and sharper than you intended. The room went still, your words hanging in the air like a precarious thread. Your father shifted uncomfortably beside you, a warning hand squeezing your arm, but you ignored it, your eyes locking onto Higuruma’s father.

His reaction was slow and deliberate, a small smirk curling at the edges of his mouth before he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. His gaze bore into you, equal parts amused and calculating, like a predator toying with prey.

“A say?” he repeated, his tone dripping with condescension. “How quaint.”

Your core tightened, but before you could muster a reply, he continued, “Allow me to clarify something for you, my soon to be daughter in law. This marriage is not about personal preferences or... your ‘say.’ This is about ensuring stability, power, and loyalty between two families who, let’s be honest, one desperately is in need of the other.”

He gestured toward your father, whose head dipped slightly, shame creeping into his features. “Your father has worked very hard to make this arrangement possible. Without it, well... let’s just say that certain debts—financial, political, and otherwise—might come due far sooner than he’d like.”

Your heart sank as the veiled accusation settled over the table. The implication was clear: your family’s survival hinged on this marriage. Any illusion of choice you’d clung to evaporated in an instant.

“And you,” Hideyoshi added, his gaze narrowing as he focused entirely on you now, “You should consider this an opportunity. A chance to rise above your family’s... recent troubles and secure a future that many would envy. Marrying my son is not a burden; it’s a privilege.”

The words dripped with mockery, but before you could respond, Hiromi finally spoke. His voice was calm but firm, cutting through the hostile energy like a blade.

“That’s enough,” he said, addressing his father without looking at him. His dark eyes met yours instead, and for a fleeting moment, there was something in them that resembled understanding. “Let’s not turn this into a lecture.”

The elder Higuruma’s smirk faltered, but he leaned back in his chair, clearly unwilling to press further. The silence that followed was deafening, but you held Hiromi’s gaze, your pride and anger warring with the growing weight of helplessness in your chest.

“We’ll move forward with the current plan,” Hiromi said after a pause, his tone measured as he turned back to the others. “No further adjustments are necessary.”

Your father nodded quickly, desperate to smooth things over. “Of course. I will ensure everything proceeds as discussed.”

Hiromi sat up on the edge of his chair, ignoring the mousy behavior of your dad, slipping the small file of papers from under his hand and sliding them to the middle of the table towards you. “This is a list of homes all within a three hour drive from my fathers estate and approximately an four from your families. If any or none of them pique your interest, let me know and we can find better options that would fit your ideal living arrangements.”

You looked at the file then looked up through your lids at the dark eyed man. Your father, who was now scared shitless from doing anything deemed as disrespectful, grabbed the file and threw it in your lap. “She will have a decision by the end o-”

“She can speak.” Hiromi looked at your father, cutting him off with a slight increase in his a deadpan gaze that drew a laugh from Higuruma Sr. “This is a list she will look at and she herself will decide.”

“I will take a look at them.” you spoke softly, gripping the file in your lap.

Hideyoshi nodded and gave a cheerful smile. “if there is nothing else, dinner should be ready for us. Itadori-Kun, may you escort our guest to the dining area? Hiromi and I will join you momentarily.”

With that, the meeting adjourned and yet you lingered for a moment, your mind racing with indignation and despair. Hiromi stood and glanced your way, ever so quaintly bowing his head as your father ushered out into the hallway.

“Telling her of her fathers transgressions wasn’t wise.” Hiromi spoke up as his eyes lingered on the door. “It will only feed the already harbored feelings of hatred she has about this whole arrangement.”

As if he was taking his words as a mere joke, Higuruma Sr chuckled quietly, “Tch. That means we have a less likely chance of her trying to run, less headaches.” He buttoned his suit jacket and walked around the large table, Hiromi following closely behind as they walked towards the doors. “She is leverage, Hiromi. They are now playing without a queen on the board, now exposed, willing to take unnecessary actions because of it. Rather than utilizing their bishop pair, they are forfeiting.”

“This isn’t chess, Otousan. She is coming into this family already embarrassed because her father can’t keep his backroom dealings wrapped up and apparently nor his cock.” Hiromi lightly smoothed his hair back, a thin piece hanging just to his forehead as he checked his appearance in the reflection of he office doors before walking out. “Allow me to do whats necessary for a smooth transition and to make sure he doesn’t embarrass us in the process.”

The walk down the hallway was mute. The thoughts ruminating became a storm in Hiromi’s mind as he thought of the home you would soon share with him, the moments you’d refuse to be in the same room as him. Walking past each other in the halls knowing he had no right to demand a word from you.

And yet he found himself excited about your nothing but assertive rejections in the near future.

Higuruma Sr. pressed his hand to Hiromi’s chest and looked him over, gingerly brushing his thumb over the hollow area under his eyes. “You can’t bend at the knee because she is beautiful, Hiromi. This is business,” He brought his hand down, patting his cheek a few times and his dark eyes finally met Hiromi’s. The older man knew what that look was in his sons eyes and needed to bring him back to earth. “Be certain she gets well acquainted to her expectations, keep her as one should keep a woman in the home, and make sure she understands that her loyalty to you is her fathers only saving grace.”

“I don’t think him being alive makes much difference to them. She looked as if she wanted to slit his throat herself.”

“Then she will be thankful when we do it for her.” Hideyoshi straightened Hiromi’s tie and turned his back to him. “Focus on the mother to make her agreeable, then your betrothed. And try to look like you enjoy being alive for fucks sake, Hiromi.”

Hiromi closed his eyes and pinched the skin between his thumb and index finger in an attempt to stave off the overwhelming feeling of wanting to scream until the old man lost his hearing. “Of course, Otousan.”

The dining room was just as lavish as the meeting room— Higuruma Sr. seemed to have a thing for dark woods as the deep cherry colored table extended down the center of the room, adorned with expensive finishes at each place setting, and soft lighting meant to create an air of worldliness.

The long table was set with gleaming silverware and crystal glasses, and the aroma of meticulously prepared foods, in which you noticed your prepared “favorites”, filled the air. But you could hardly taste anything; the nervous strain in the room dulled your appetite.

You sat gently swirling your glass, your gaze fixed on the way your untouched wine made a vortex that kept the center of your attention while the conversation flowed around you. Hiromi sat to your right, his posture composed but relaxed, as though the entire situation wasn’t steeped in unspoken judgments. To your left sat his father, who had already made it clear earlier that your opinions mattered little in this arrangement. And on the other side of Hiromi, your mother was the picture of delight, hanging onto Hiromi’s every word as he engaged her with everything he had.

“You’re quite knowledgeable, Mr. Higuruma,” your mother gushed, her voice bright and eager. “And so well-spoken! It’s no wonder you’ve accomplished so much.”

Hiromi’s lips curved in a polite smile as he inclined his head. “You’re too kind, Shuutome. But I can only credit discipline and good mentors for any success I’ve had.”

Your mother laughed softly, her cheeks faintly flushed. “Still, such humility is rare these days in someone your age. It’s refreshing.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, the sound of her laughter grating on your nerves. Sure, he was charming and was probably more well-rounded than your average high rank brat. But she seemed so utterly charmed, so oblivious to the weight of what this dinner represented.

Meanwhile, you could feel eyes on you from every angle. Hiromi’s father occasionally glanced your way, his sharp gaze like a knife, as though he were measuring your worth in silence before he would speak to the person to his left. Your father kept shooting you furtive looks, his discomfort palpable, but he said nothing to ease the tension, only feigning his laughs as he tried to keep up with each string of conversation across the table. And Hiromi, though his attention was on your mother for most of the dinner, seemed acutely aware of your every movement.

It wasn’t until the laughter and pleasantries lulled that Hiromi finally turned his focus to you.

“Your mother was telling me earlier that you’re quite the avid reader,” he said, his tone light but deliberate. “Do you have a favorite genre?”

You looked up at him briefly, your expression carefully neutral. “No,” you said, your voice clipped.

Hiromi didn’t miss a beat. “Ah, its good to have broad categories to choose from. Is there a particular author or series you enjoy then?”

You shrugged, spearing a piece of food on your plate. “Depends.”

“Fair enough,” he said, his tone steady. He leaned back slightly in his chair, as though giving you space to come to him on your own terms. “Your mother also mentioned you love to cook. That must take quite a bit of creativity. Do you have a favorite dish to make?”

“Not really,” you replied, not looking up.

Your mother shot you a subtle but disapproving glance over his shoulder, but Hiromi didn’t seem bothered by your curt responses. Instead, he regarded you with calm persistence, his gaze steady and thoughtful.

“She also mentioned you value your mornings. Quiet time to yourself, if I remember correctly,” he continued, his voice taking on a slightly more personal tone. “I can respect that. Mornings set the tone for the day, don’t they?”

You hesitated, your fork pausing mid-air. His observation wasn’t wrong, but you resented the idea of your mother sharing such intimate details with someone you barely knew. “I suppose so,” you said finally, your voice quieter.

Hiromi didn’t press further, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, studying you as though trying to unravel the barriers you’d put up. It wasn’t hostile, but it was unnerving, and you found yourself retreating further into silence.

Your mother’s bright smile faltered slightly as she noticed the shift in energy. She quickly tried to redirect the conversation, turning back to Hiromi with another compliment about his accomplishments.

“So after law school, you spent time in America your mother tells me. Do you plan to move my sweet girl away from me at some point?”

He humored her, “We will move wherever she tells me she wants to go. While I have some slow growing roots back in the states, they can be uprooted and placed anywhere she tells me.” His attention drifted back to you, as though he wasn’t quite finished trying to pull you into the conversation. “If you could tomorrow, where would you desire to move?” He faced you, back completely towards your mother who tried to peer over and keep herself inserted into the conversation.

A small, almost mischievous smile crept onto your face as you answered. “Scotland.”

“Oh? That’s quite the choice. Beautiful landscapes, an incredible culture to submerge yourself into and a slow, dare I say slothful, pace of life.”

“And John MacTavish.” you added on, biting into the bit of wedge salad you had on your fork.

Your father ears perked up, his chest filling with hot air and ire as he snapped his fingers at you. “She’s kidding. There is no other man, I’m not sure why she’d even joke around in this way. Keep your whoreish behavior to yourself.”

Your nostrils flared, eyes widened with absolute rage as you gripped the handle of the fork. “If I’m a whore, I’ve learned it from you. So not far from the family tree, correct?”

He stood, rage flooding his body as he tried reaching over the table grabbing for you. Only for Hiromi and his father to stand, flanking you while having two of there men sit your father down with force.

“I’m going to excuse us, Otousan, if you don’t mind.” Hiromi kept his eyes on your father as he stood behind your chair. Waiting for you to drop the forks, he began scooting the chair back while you remained frozen with emotion. “I think I’d like to take my bride to be to the pond to see the new additions.”

“Very well.” Higuruma Sr. attempted to gain back control of the room, plastering on a smile and taking his wife’s then notioning toward your mother.” I’d like for everyone to proceed to the living room for drinks. I think we could all use a moment to breathe, yes?”

He looked back over to your father and flicked his eyes over to one of his men. “Your husband and I are going to have a father to father conversation before we join you in drinks and conversation. Please allow my wife to escort you until we get back. My apologies.” With the charm of a snake, he smiled at your mother who could do nothing but nod in approval.

“I will come by your office before I leave for the night, Otousan. If you’ll excuse us.” Hiromi finally got you to look at him, his dark eyes darted towards the kitchen entrance as he extended his arm out for you to take.

You stood and walked past him to the kitchen, he closely followed until no other eyes were on you.

“The last door on the right will lead you outdoors towards the pond.” He stated firmly.

The evening air rushed you as you stepped outside and a lined to the stone pathway. The latent hostility from the dining room still clung to you like a heavy cloak, but the open space outside offered a small reprieve. Hiromi followed a few steps behind, his presence calm yet unwavering.

“The fucking audacity. A fucking joke of a father.” you spoke through your teeth, blowing out an exasperating breath as you continued down the pathway with no real concern on Hiromi was even with you or not.

You walked in silence for a moment, the soft crunch of gravel beneath your shoes the only sound. When the pond came into view, it was more beautiful than you expected—its surface mirrored the moonlight, shimmering like liquid silver, and the delicate landscaping around it created a serene, almost ethereal atmosphere.

Hiromi let you walk ahead, maintaining a respectful distance. It felt deliberate, as though he was giving you room to breathe after what had transpired inside. When you stopped near the edge of the pond, he finally spoke, his voice measured and low.

“We added new fish to the pond recently,” he began, stepping closer but still keeping some space between you. “Koi, specifically. They’re sensitive creatures, so it’s been a process ensuring their health.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the sudden topic. He didn’t meet your eyes, he instead focused on the water as though he was recounting something of great importance.

“Each one has its own personality,” he continued, his tone thoughtful. “They’re not just decorative. Their colors, their movements… they all tell you something if you pay attention.”

You turned your eyes back to the pond, watching as faint ripples spread across the surface. “How do you even know that?” you asked, your voice quiet but edged with curiosity.

Hiromi’s lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile. “The man who tends to them taught me. He’s meticulous, and he takes pride in his work. I’ve made it a point to learn from him. If I’m going to be responsible for something, given we have a pond on our own property, I want to do it properly.”

His words hung in the air. There was no arrogance in his tone, only quiet conviction. You turned to look at him fully this time, searching his face for any trace of pretense. But Hiromi’s expression was calm, his focus now on you.

The moonlight caught the edges of his features, the dark bags under his eyes somehow lightened by the way the water reflected in his eyes, his nose illuminating his lean face with how the moonlight highlighted the pristine curvature of his face. The things soft shadows can do to a hardened face. He seemed genuine—a man who approached even the smallest of tasks with care and deliberation.

“Do you take that approach with everything?” you asked, unable to keep the skepticism from your voice.

Hiromi’s gaze didn’t waver. “I try to,” he said simply.

You wanted to scoff, to brush off his words as calculated and rehearsed. But something about the way he spoke made it difficult. There was no pushiness, no attempt to sway you. He was just… there, steady and patient, offering you pieces of himself without demanding anything in return.

The gentle lapping of the water filling the void as you listened to him. The questions swirling in your mind felt too big, too tangled to voice. You didn’t trust him and that wasn’t likely to change. But as you watched him, quietly detailing the care required to maintain the pond and its delicate inhabitants, you couldn’t help but feel that, at the very least, Hiromi would take his husband duties seriously and that bare minimum action would have to suffice.

That thought lingered, even as you turned your attention back to the shimmering water, “Which of the homes did you like the most.”

He cocked his head ever so slightly, “Pardon me? Which one do I like?”

“Yes. That’s what I asked.” you countered.

“Seems a bit counterproductive asking me this.” He chuckled.

Craning your neck to meet his focus yet again, you scoffed. “Because its expected of me to create some warm, inviting home for you to come lay in after you’ve flounced around with hookers and God knows what else? I’m not choosing a home just for you to desecrate it with your bullshit.”

He knows better than to poke the bear when the bear poked itself to begin with. He reached into his inner suit pocket and pulled out a cigarette case, sliding one out with ease, “It’s counterproductive because I’ve lived in a shack and made do for years,”

Fishing around in his pant pocket, he pulled out a gold, vintage looking lighter and lit the cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling in the opposite direction of you. “You are choosing a home because you will know the ins and outs of it, you can make it as you please and it will be yours when I am killed by ‘God knows what’ as you say.”

His curt smile pissed you off and it was evident by the way you moved a few paces away, giving Hiromi a chuckle.

You turned your attention back to the shimmering water, letting the silence stretch between you once more as he finished his cigarette with no other words spoken.

The sound of footsteps approaching on the graveled walkway made you both turn your head but Hiromi met him a few paces away. The young man, whom you’d learned to call Itadori, spoke in whispers with Hiromi before he took a step back and smiled at you. His faded pink hair flounced as he waved at you. “Hello, ma’am!”

“Sorry to do this, but I’m being called on to handle some personal matters.” Hiromi pinched the end of his cigarette and placed it on the bench before stepping to you. “Itadori will stay with you until you are ready to leave. We have arranged for you to drive home separately from your parents if you choose to do so.”

“Thank you.” for that move, gratitude was truly a necessity. Nothing snippy to add. “I’ll just.. be out here for awhile longer.”

With a half bow, Hiromi excused himself and leisurely made his way back to the main house.

Itadori smiled and pulled out a small pack of candy, tossing one of the green balls in his mouth and offering the bag to you. “Like sour stuff? Its green apple.”

You looked him up and down for a moment. Young, you’d say too young to be apart of this nonsense but he seemed.. different. Not beaten down by life just yet.

Strange.

You clawed a candy out and popped it in your mouth, immediately recoiling at the sour tartness that flowed over your tongue. “How the hell do you eat these??” you winced, trying to champion the sour venom to get to the sweet apple flavor.

Like a cheerful bunny, he perked up placing the candy back into his pocket. “Nice to chew on when I’m thinking or on the go. Everyone else has coffee, alcohol, tobacco,” He bit into the hard candy and hummed. “I have sour green apple hard candies. Nothing like it.”

That earned a huff of a laugh as you chewed on the candy yourself. The full apple flavor was a surprise as the bits melted onto your tongue. “Do you know how long he will be?”

He shook his head, “No, unfortunately. I was told to just fetch him and to take you home if you found yourself needing some space from your parents.”

“Does he think I’m an idiot? I can get home on my own. I don’t need some type of special attention because my father can’t control his temper or where his dick goes.”

Itadori knew better than to say anything other than what he was told to say if you refused any help. He simply hummed and nodded. “Of course! You are fully capable. I will let them know. Have a goodnight ma’am. The way you came out will be unlocked until you go back inside.” He gave his boyish grin before turning and walking away leaving your jaw hanging at the sudden whiplash of the moment.

“The fuck was that?”

He called Hiromi once he was no longer in earshot of you, his hands jangling the contents of his pockets as it rang.

“She didn’t go home.” Hiromi huffed, no time for the wasted pleasantries as he knew what the call was for. “You did what I asked, thank Itadori-kun. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Of course! See you tomorrow, Higuruma-sama.”

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Hiromi let Itadori hangup as a smile instantly found its way onto his face, the tension in his shoulders easing as he now knew his next steps. “Your daughter is truly a treasure.” a sense of alert in the way he looked awake, as if something had been activated in him while he scrolled through his apps until he found what he was looking for. The green hue lit up his face as he turned on the tracker.

“That should do it.” He exclaimed calmly, making one final tap before sliding the phone on the table and flicking his eyes to the other side of the room.

“Look, I apologized to your father for my outburst. It..it wasn’t the time to handle that.” in the small, sweaty room hidden from every radar known, your father sat, knees touching on the concrete floor. His shirt neatly folded on the table as the red welts from his earlier talking to turned deep maroons and purples.

“And when is the right time to demean your daughter, sir? Is it when less mixed company is around? Or is it when you have her in front of family only so you all can get a jab in?” Like a calm saint, he was the embodiment of content as he sat down in front of your dad, crossing his long, lean leg while Higuruma Sr. slide his suit jacket back on. 3 younger brothers stood quietly, this being far more tame than what they know can happen.

“Never. I sh-should never.”

Hiromi loosened his tie, taking a moment to roll his shoulders, finding himself internally amused at the sight before him:

Weak and ugly. Some of the worst parts of humanity was sitting in front of him with a small piss stain on his pants, hoping that his chest won’t be caved in by the time he leaves this room.

“From your conversation with Otousan, you should have learned two things.” He grabbed the lit cigarette from the ashtray and took a quick drag, “One, my father is far more patient than I am so expect him to have more reasons to give you the benefit of the doubt. And two,” Hiromi reached down and snubbed the cigarette out onto your fathets abdomen, not moving it until it burned out completely to leave a perfect marking.

“I am the judge, jury, and executioner.” His pupils dilated, the rich brown color seemed to glow with passion as he spoke, “What you think is done in secret, I will always know about it. If you even think of doing something against this family, I’ll lobotomize you myself to rid you of any impure thoughts. Are we clear?”

Hideyoshi laughed, coming up behind Hiromi and slapping his shoulders, approval in the way he squeezed then hung his arm around him. “It seems that time in the states did you some good! Let’s wrap this up; I want to get one last toast in before he and his wife must leave.”

Hiromi was never under the impression that this would ever be easy. You were unhappy and this wasn’t ideal. But would be as patient as he could be. Only for you. Whether it was for you to return his affections or for you to tell him to pull the trigger any problem you had. There wasn’t going to be a stone unturned from this point forward.

He’d be at your beckon call, doing anything he could to bring you joy until his last breath was taken.

For better or for worse.

[zantedeschia-praesul]

//IM DONE BYEEEEEE